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Samantha brought over the laptop and the attached cam. She passed the cam to Kay and then settled herself on the floor beside her sister. She looked at Claire's face, with Kay's spittle still there wet on her cheek. Dawn had put a leg over each arm of her chair now, and her spread cunt was only inches from her mother's face.
"Has John ever fucked you up the arse, Claire?" she asked.
Her sister shook her head.
Samantha smiled. "Bet he wanted to, though," she said. "Bet he wanted to feel his cock deep in your arsehole, but little Miss Perfect wouldn't let a thing like that happen, would she? Well, now he gets the privilege of watching some other bloke fuck his prissy little wife's virgin arse." She glanced down at the computer screen. "Along with some five hundred other people."
"Spread your cheeks, bitch," Kay ordered.
Claire reached back and took hold of her arse cheeks, pulling them apart. Samantha moved the laptop so that Claire could see the screen as it filled with a close-up of her puckered arsehole. And as the comments from viewers scrolled across the bottom. Claire stared at it, unable to tear her eyes away, her face reddening. Samantha grabbed a hold of one hanging breast, and felt the hardness of the nipple.
"This is turning you on, you horny little slut," she accused with a laugh.
Her sister glanced at her, saying nothing, but immediately her eyes returned to the screen where Kay was now showing a close-up view of her cunt. Kay's fingers appeared in shot to separate the lips and show the soft glistening pinkness inside. Samantha felt Claire's hard nipple still pressing into the palm of her hand. She squeezed her sister's small tit, hard, making her yelp. She grabbed hold of her hair, and pulled it so that she was looking forward again.
"Don't you think Dawn has a pretty little cunt, Claire?" she asked sweetly.
Claire managed to nod, despite the grip on her hair.
"Then say it, bitch," she snapped at her. "Tell me that your daughter has a pretty little cunt."
Claire licked her lips. "Dawn has a pretty little cunt," she repeated, stumbling over the last word.
"That word really bothers you, doesn't it? Strange, seeing as the world and his wife are right now looking at your own dirty fuck-hole of a cunt. And the thought of that is making you so wet. What are they looking at, slut?"
Claire still stared straight ahead, but Samantha saw a subtle change come over her face. "My dirty fuck-hole of a cunt..Madam Sam," she said evenly.
Samantha leaned forward and kissed her sister on the cheek. "Yes, they are. You're a good little slut," she said. "I'm really proud of you." She looked over Claire's back at Kay. "Time the slut had her arse fucked, I reckon," she said.
She used her grip on Claire's hair to move her face closer to Dawn, so that her nose was almost touching the soft skin of her lower groin.
"Does your daughter's cunt smell good, slut?" she asked.
"Her cunt smells very good, Madam Sam," Claire answered softly.
"Bet it tastes good too."
She thrust Claire's face forward just as the tip of Rodney's cock touched her arsehole.
Work
Cynthia watched John lick up the last of his cum from the desk, his eyes barely leaving the computer screen showing the scene in his front room. She was enjoying herself more than she could ever have dreamed she could. The power and the freedom to do anything she wanted with this man. A little payback for all the men who had treated her badly through the years. And she had to admit that it had been a very long time since she'd held a hard cock in her hand.
And the bugger was only hard again now. Having licked up all of his cum, he was back to watching the screen. She stood beside him, and grasped his cock again. On the screen the stranger was now fucking her new toy's wife up the arse, giving it his all, as she buried her face in the groin of a young girl sprawled on an armchair.
"Who's the girl in the chair?" she asked.
"My daughter," he answered. "Dawn."
She felt his cock throb as he said it. And she remembered what Tom had said on the phone about the son in the park lavatories. "My, my," she said. "A whole family of dirty little sluts. Hubby and I will have to have you all round for dinner some time. Could be an interesting evening."
She let go of his cock reluctantly. "But it's time you were out of here," she said. "And down that park."
Dawn's View.
Mum was getting her arse buggered by some bloke who had just come to the door to get his stupid petition signed, and I had a front row seat for the performance. And if that weren't enough, Aunt Sam had got Mum to say how good my cunt looked and smelled before shoving her face in it. And making her use the words. My mother, who always looked like she had a nasty smell under her nose if I so much as said bloody, talking about cunts and arseholes. Absolutely precious.
"Is his cock bigger than Dad's, Mum?" I asked her, not expecting an answer amongst all the muffled grunts she was letting out as he rammed his cock into her. "Course, you wouldn't be able to tell, would you? You've never let Dad fuck your arse."
The suddenly I felt her tongue, running around the lips of my cunt and then flicking across my clit. I looked down at the top of her head in amazement. So far she had done everything Aunt Samantha and the other woman had told her to do, but nobody had told her to lick me out. There could only be one explanation. She wanted to.
I reached down and took hold of the back of her head, pushing her face tighter against me and feeling her tongue going deeper.
"Mum is licking my cunt, Aunt Samantha," I said loudly. "Should she be doing that when you haven't told her to?"
That was too much for poor petition man. His face screwed up and he let out a moan as his cock buried in Mum's arse spurted. Aunt Samantha gave me an amused look, and a little nod of approval.
"Shows the dirty little slut is learning how to please without being told," she said, then laughed "Either that or she just likes the taste of her daughter's sweet young cunt."
Park
The lavatory seemed deserted, but John noticed one cubicle door closed. He stood outside it and called quietly.
"Steve?"
He heard the bolt pulled back, and then the door opened. He looked in to see Steve sitting there, naked except for a pair of grubby panties that John recognised instantly as Dawn's. He stepped into the cubicle and pushed the door shut behind him, leaning his back against it. Steve's outer clothing was crumpled up on the floor.
"Want to tell me about it?" he asked.
It was more than wanting, John realised as Steve started, it was eagerness. He spared not a single detail as he began to recount what had happened. And all the time John watched his face, with glances down to note Steve's growing erection pushing at the front of the panties.
"Do you want me to take you home?" he asked when the boy had finished.
Steve shook his head, not surprising his father in the least. He knew that excitement, knew that need. He paused a moment, remembering last night and how Steve had fucked his face at Tom's instigation. He smiled. It was his turn now, he figured. He reached down and slid down his zip. Pulled out his already growing cock. He stepped forward.
"Lick it," he said. "Lick it, bitch."