PART EIGHTEEN
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Rodney Hammond was not a man who had been lucky in love. Or much else, for that matter. An unprepossessing character, weak-looking and rather timid, his sexual adventures over the entire forty years of his life to date had consisted of some adolescent fumblings and one drunken fuck in car park with the tea lady after an office Christmas party some two years before. Alone and frustrated, he had devoted his energies instead to issues of protest. And it was one of these, a petition against a local bypass, that had him now standing in the Ames' porch staring at a woman with her dress and brassiere cut away and wondering if he was still in his lonely bed dreaming all of this.
"Yes?" Claire said, trying to ignore the way his astonished eyes were travelling up and down her body. "Can I help you?"
He brought his eyes up from her naked breasts with some considerable difficulty, and stuttered out his reason for being there.
Claire found herself rather enjoying the effect she was having on him. She sucked in her stomach and pushed out her breasts, the two parts of her ruined dress falling further open. She watched his eyes leave her face, and travel down her body again.
"You'd better come in," she said, and turned to go.
He followed her in nervously, and through to the living room where his eyes widened even more. Samantha summed him up for herself in one look. She watched his eyes rove over the four women in the room, and then settle on Dawn's arse.
"What's he want?" she asked Claire, noting her reaction too. The vain bitch is only jealous that his attention has shifted to her daughter, she thought with amusement. So much for butter-wouldn't-melt.
"He has a petition for us to sign," Claire answered, as carelessly as she if wasn't standing there with her dress cut open and her tits hanging out. "His name's Rodney."
Samantha laughed. "We'll sign his petition for him, alright," she said. His eyes were still transfixed by Dawn's exposed arse. "He obviously wants the daughter," she said to Kay. "But he's not going to have her. He'll have to be satisfied with her old tart of a mother."
Kay had a look in her eye that Samantha knew all too well, a calculating look that meant she'd had one of her wicked ideas. "I agree," she said. "But not just yet. Give the company a ring and see if your bother-in-law is still there."
Park
Tom felt his cock stirring as Steve used his tongue to clean the last dribble of piss from it. Some part of him was telling him that this was his grandson on his knees in the filthy floor of a public lavatory wearing nothing but his sister's panties and licking his cock, and that he shouldn't be enjoying it. But another, much more insistent, was saying the same thing and loving every minute of it. The power that his daughter Samantha had put in his hands was opening up so many new doors for him, so many aspects of his own character that he had never suspected were there.
"Make sure you clean under the foreskin, boy," he said as he took out his mobile.
He shuddered as Steve complied, pushing his tongue between the foreskin and the head and sending tingles through his body. His sex life with his late wife had been dull and unadventurous, and he had never expected to experience any other kind. And certainly not with the members of his own family.
He dialled the number as Steve finished his cleaning, and at an order from Slutfucker crawled over to the two men. When Cynthia answered, he asked after the whereabouts of his son-in-law and was told that eh was being brought up to the office by a couple of the women after a good hosing down outside. He wished he could have been there to see that, but he supposed he couldn't be everywhere. Cynthia then went on to tell him about the phone call from Samantha, and what she had planned. Something else he was sorry he was going to miss.
"Right, Cynthia," he said. "After that, tell him to get himself over to the public toilets by the park."
He said his goodbyes, and put away the mobile to concentrate on what was happening to Steve. Bigdong had knelt beside him and thrust his big hairy hand down the back of the panties, fingering his arse. Slutfucker stood in front, and slowly undid his zip. He pulled out along heavy cock, still limp, and let it hang there inches from Styeve's face.
"Kiss it, bitch." he commanded.
Steve leant forward and planted a kiss just above the head.
"Good boy," Slutfucker commended him. "Bigdong here likes to play with young cock and arse, so he's going to be playing with yours. Me, what I like is to fuck face. And I'm going to fuck yours, bitch. Not one of your prissy blowjobs, I'm going to fuck it, fuck it like it's a cunt. Because that's what you are, boy, aren't you? A cunt for me to fuck."
Steve looked up at his face. "Yes, Sir," he said.
Tom looked down and saw that Steve's cock was rock hard and jutting out of his sister's panties. Bigdong's other hand came round and began to grope roughly at his cock and balls. He saw Steve wince, then give a little sigh of pleasure.
"Tell me. boy."
"I'm a cunt, Sir," Steve responded quickly. "A cunt for you to fuck."
Slutfucker glanced over at Tom. "I don't know what Grandad likes to do," he said.
Tom came forward, his cock still hanging out of his trousers, and stood beside them. He got down on his haunches and placed his hand on his grandson's hard cock. "I'll mainly watch for now," he said, as he gently began to caress Steve's cock while starting to slowly wank his own. He saw that Bigdong had inserted a finger into Steve's arsehole, and was moving it in and out.
"Fair enough," Slutfucker said.
He leaned over and took Steve's face in his hands. Closing his mouth over the other's, he thrust his tongue inside. Probing and exploring. Letting go, he straightened and grabbed hold of Steve's hair.
"Open up that fuck hole, slut," he said, pushing the tip of his cock against his lips.
Steve parted his lips, and Slutfucker immediately thrust his cock into his mouth. Keeping his head steady with the firm grip on his hair, he began to fuck Steve's mouth. Tom watched fascinated as the huge cock went in and out, his own now hard under his hand. And he could feel Steve's throbbing against his other hand. The boy was almost ready to cum.
"The bitch told us he felt up his Mum last night, Granddad," Slutfucker said, his voice a little strained as he thrust his cock in and out of Steve's obliging mouth. "Cunt and arse, he reckoned."
Tom nodded. "My daughter," he said. "He did just that."
Slutfucker gave a low whistle. "Cool," he commented. "What about the Dad? Was he there?"
Tom smiled. "He was that," he said. "Having his arse dildoed by his daughter at the time."
Slutfucker laughed, and then groaned as he let loose pulses of thick cum into Steve's mouth. Steve gagged, and then swallowed convulsively. At the same time, Tom felt Steve's cock in his hand straining and then cum shot out over the floor and his hand.
"I'd have loved to see that," Slutfucker said, as her took his still-hard cock from Steve's mouth. His hand still gripping his hair, he wiped it down one cheek and then the other.
Tom let go of Steve's cock, and wiped the cum that had fallen and dribbled on it on the material of the panties.
"My other daughter took plenty of photographs," he said. "I'm sure she'd be happy to share them."
John's View.
I stood there, naked and shivering, in my own office looking across my desk at Cynthia sitting in my chair and giving me a look of amused contempt. After Barney had finished with me, without the old man's cock ever rising to a full erection as he shoved it about inside my mouth, the women from the factory floor had taken me out into the yard and hosed me down with cold water from the outside tap. They had taken particular delight in getting me to bend over and spread my cheeks s that they could take turns aiming the stream of water at my arsehole. The water had cleaned Amanda's piss off my body, but it had done nothing to rid the foul taste of Barney's filthy cock from my mouth.
Cynthia was pushing retirement age. She had been Tom's secretary before he had handed the running of the business to me, and I had always known that she resented the change. A romantic soft spot for the old man, I had put it down to. And now she was certainly getting her revenge on me for replacing him.
She got up from my chair and walked around the desk to me. She stood in front of me, looking me up and down. She reached out a bony hand and took a hold of my limp cock. She rubbed it between her fingers, and the released it to feel my balls.
"Get a man by the balls and you have him for life," she said, laughing. "And your balls are well and truly got, you sick little faggot."
She walked round behind me, and I felt her pinch my arse cheek and then she gave it a slap.
"Bend over and spread, fag" she ordered.
I leaned over and reached back to separate my arse cheeks. I immediately felt something thin and hard penetrate my arsehole. My guess was a pen or pencil, and soon I found out.
"You can straighten up now," she said. "And then go the other side of the desk. Drop the pencil and the next thing I ram up there will be bigger, and so on till we find something you can hold."
My thoughts on the memory of one of the factory women suggesting I be fucked with a broom handle kept my arsehole firmly gripping on to the pencil as I made my way across my office. Not helped by Cynthia's laughter behind me. I got to what had been my side of the desk and stood there, the pencil still firmly in place. Not much had been changed. My obligatory framed picture of Claire had another taped over it, of her face between Samantha's arse cheeks. And my drawers had been rifled through, even the locked one, and some of the more embarrassing contents strewn across the desk. Porn, a dildo, some panties. Not that anything much could embarrass me more now.
My eyes went to the computer screen, and the scene of my own living room. Therte was a man there, a stranger to me, He was fully dressed, except for the fact that his cock was hanging out. And ion her knees holding that cock in her hand and enthusiastically licking up and down the shaft was my wife Claire. She was wearing the remnants of her best part dress. In the background I could see my daughter Dawn sitting in a chair, one leg draped over the arm as she watched her Mum and fingered herself under the skirt of her school uniform.
Cynthia came round beside me. She took hold of the pencil and wiggled it about inside my arsehole.
"One of your favourite sites, I hear," she said.
I glanced down at the corner of the screen where the viewing figures were shown. It was already over three hundred, and rising fast. I had posted dozens of secret pictures of Claire on the site, but now they were seeing her for real. And tonguing another man's cock. While mine was growing hard. Cynthia noticed, and grabbed hold of it with her free hand.
"You like it," she said, laughing. "All those men watching your wife sucking a stranger's cock, and it's turning you on. A sick little perverted bitch, that's what you are." She began to stroke my cock, while pressing the pencil further up my arsehole. "You're going to cum for me, you pathetic sissy cuck," she said. "All over your desk, and then you're going to lick it all up for me."
On the screen, Claire had let go of the man's cock and had turned around on all fours. He pulled away her ruined dress and knelt down behind her. Grabbing hold of her panties, he dragged them down her thighs and then sat looking for a moment at what he had exposed.
"Yes, Ma'am," I said to Cynthia.