BITCHES & SNUFF
edit from a rare, recently-uncovered sequel to this:
Susan had many regrets, especially after the harrowing bike-ride through town ... being followed by horny dogs every bit of the way. The sexy, curvy 24-year-old mommy was leg-humped at stop-signs and stoplights, then finally pushed off her bike at Grand and Essex where she was mounted, head and tail, before a huge crowd very near her church. All of the people in her life admired her as she took a raping; she had the smooth, ample curves of Kaley Cuoco or Amanda Seyfried.
She served a pack of panting dogs in a sea of familiar people; undoing what had been done was not an option. Too many of her church people saw how she got when a dog gained entry. They watched her gang-rape slowly transform into an eager party-girl mutt-slut serving all customers with a smile on her face. After seeing her in action, most believed she wrote the sign on her own back, and did so because she thought dogs could read.
Coming home was tough; unbearably tough. The pretty mommy was nude on a bicycle, covered in filth and wearing a vulgar sign: "I FUCK DOGS"; the last thing she wanted was to be met outside by her husband and two sons.
Tough. They were washing the car when she and her entourage of dogs and mobile lookie-loos arrived. Bill, her husband, dropped the hose. Her stepson John, seventeen, nearly shit. Benny, her eldest at 10, cackled with glee.
Lovely, elegant Susan coasted past as though they weren't there; she left the bike while it was still in motion, and ran to the front door with her video tape clutched to hide her heaving bare bosoms. Her guys read her sign. With all the fuck oozing from her lower openings, and with the hounds on her heels, a sign wasn't necessary. Bill picked up the hose and ran the dogs off; then made the honking, laughing, jeering motorcade move along or get wet.
John and Benny followed their nude mommy into the house and found her curled in a fetal tuck, sitting on a dining room chair with the sisters all around her looking like they'd seen the ghost of a slut. The girls tried to soothe their sobbing, remorseful mommy with rubbing pats on the back, but Susan seemed inconsolable.
Judy, the oldest girl at eight (almost nine), knelt and placed a reassuring, comforting hand on her mother's thigh and got her fingers wet with mutt-fuck. She made a yuck face and wiped the crap on her jeans. Five-year-old Jennifer got mutt-fuck on her hand when she stroked her mom's hair. She looked it over, took a sniff, then wiped it back in her mother's hair.
Lovely little seven-year-old Adrian was too shocked to do anything but stare. The boys were trying to see their mother's tits and pussy, but Susan's fetal huddle made that difficult. They settled for gawking at all the rare snow-white flesh they'd never seen before.
Bill entered and marched right over. On seeing how distraught his wife was, he calmed himself and said, "Susan, dear, what is this all about?"
Susan, without looking up, handed him the tape, saying, "I'm being blackmailed by that damn Darlene. My evil sister tricked me into posing for some awful photos, then used those to force me to make this video."
Nodding wordlessly, her handsome husband took the tape. "Hmm."
"Believe me, it is the most disgusting filth you ever saw and it's in color with sound. Now, she is using the video -- by the way, that's only a copy -- to make me do something horrid. Something insane, beastly ... abominable."
"Not the bike thing, Bill. Worse."
"Worse. Hmm," he said with a slight smile. "What could be worse? No seat and no pedals?"
"This isn't one bit funny, Bill. She says I have to take a canine lover, be faithful to him, and allow you to have sex with the girls. Our girls."
The air got sucked from the room. Bill perked up. Judy, Adrian, and Jennifer looked from each other to their daddy, to their mother, then back to their daddy, and then to his crotch. Grins appeared on the boys as Bill cleared his throat and said, "Come again?"
"You heard me, Bill. This is serious. Watch the tape. If she distributes that tape, I'm ruined. I will go along with her sinister demands if you don't stop me from doing so. I think, after you see what's on that tape, you won't want to stop me. You might divorce me, but I had to do it, Bill. Please believe me. I had no choice."
"So, you're saying that you and I can't ... we won't. Hmm. That we ..."
"Say it, Bill. We can't fuck -- not each other, we can't."
"Susan, the children."
"Fuck the children! Fuck the goddamn church. Fuck people who don't cuss. Goddamnit, Bill, Darlene wants my sex partner to be a dog, and not behind closed doors. Not ever. When I want sex, I have to get the dog. If there is no one at home to bear witness, I must take the dog outside and wait for a witness ... FIND a witness. If that doesn't give me a license to cuss, nothing does."