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After he had shot his load up Claire's arse, petition man couldn't get it up again. Bored with him, Kay signed his petition and had the other women do the same before sending him on his way and turning off the webcam. Then she sent Calire, still naked and petition man's cum dripping down her leg from her arsehole, into the kitchen to make them some lunch.
"How about a dinner party tonight?" she asked Samantha as she settled back down on the settee. "To welcome our new friends into the group."
Samantha gave an anticipatory, almost predatory, grin. "Sounds delicious," she said. "My place/"
"Yes," Kay replied. "Get them off their own territory. I'll leave the inviting to you. You know who amongst our circle knows them, and it's so much better when it's people they already know."
"It is, isn't it?"
"Can I come as well?" Dawn asked.
Kay looked over at her and smiled, "Of course you can, my sweet," she said. She glanced down at where the girl's legs were still splayed open. "How could I ever refuse a pretty little cunt like that?"
Claire returned with sandwiches and laid them before the other women.
"You and your useless wimp of a husband are coming to a dinner party at my place tonight, bitch," Samantha told her. "Make sure you wear something nice."
Claire thought of her best dress, now in tatters across the living room floor. "Yes, Mistress Samantha," she said meekly.
"Turn round and bend over," Samantha told her sister. "And spread."
Claire turned round and bent over, reaching back to pull her arse cheeks apart.
"You are such a slut, bitch," Samantha said, peering at her puckered hole. "You have a stranger's cum dripping from your arsehole."
She took one of the ham sandwiches and broke off a bit. She pushed it into Claire's arsehole, packing it in with her fingers. Then another and another until no more would fit.
"That should soak it up nicely," she said. "You can eat it later after we've finished our lunch."
There was one piece still left over. Samantha shoved it into Claire's cunt and then wiped her greasy fingers clean on her sisters arse cheek.
"Now go and stand by the wall while we eat, bitch."
With difficulty, more of a waddle than a walk, Claire complied. She stood watching her sister, daughter and Kay eat their lunch with barely a glance her way as they chatted about this and that.
Park
The lavatories seemed deserted when Tom returned with Slutfucker and Bigdong, but the voice, coming from the one cubicle with the door pushed to, told a different story. Tom recognised it instantly as his son-in-law, John's. He whispered to the other two who it was, and the three of them went to stand silently outside the door listening.
"Thought you were a real big man the other night, didn't you?" they heard him say. "Fucking my face and fingering your mother's cunt. Not so big now, are you? With my cock slamming into your hot little mouth. Feel it slide over your lips, taste it on your tongue, you cock-sucking little pansy. I'm going to fill your mouth with my cum, slut-boy."
Slutfucker gave the unbo0lted door a push and it swung open, revealing John with his back to them and his trousers around his ankles. His buttocks clenched as he filled his son's throat with his cum.
"That's not what I'd call good parenting," Slutfucker said.
Startled, John turned suddenly. His still dripping cock dropped from Chris' mouth and began to deflate. Chris sat there on the toilet, his hard cock sticking out of the top of the panties and cum dribbling down his chin, and he smiled.
"I was hoping you would come back," he said.
"I knew you were, slut," Slutfucker replied. "Taking Daddy's cock to pass the time while you waited?"
Chris licked cum from his lip and looked up at his father. "He's alright," he said. "But he doesn't know how to really treat me like you do."
"Nobody treats a slut as good as I treat a slut, boy."
"No, Sir."
Slutfucker looked at John. "So we finally meet," he said. "Your father-in-law tells me your real name is John Ames. He also tells me I'm going to get the chance to fuck your wife, and maybe your daughter too. I'll let you watch if you're a good boy, and clean out their holes afterwards. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
John nodded, his gaze darting between the three men.
Slutfucker shook his head sadly. "But first you need to learn some manners." he said. "Lay down over your son's knees."
Hesitantly John got face down on to Chris' thighs, his hands flat on the filthy floor to steady himself. He was acutely aware of how his bare arse was sticking up and how ridiculous he must look, and just as aware of Chris' hard cock pushing into his side. He felt himself starting to get hard again.
"He obviously likes it," he heard Tom say.
He felt a hand grab his cock, he guessed Slutfucker's, and squeeze it before letting go.
"He loves it," Slutfucker said. "Boy, give your Daddy's arse a good spanking for us. So he learns how sissy little cock-suckers like you and him should address a real man."
"Yes, Sir."
His first two slaps, on one each cheek, were tentative and light. But then, with encouragement from his grandfather and the other two men, he began to put some energy into it. His hand came down several time on his Dad's arse cheeks before Slutfucker told him that was enough.
"Now kiss them better, boy," Slutfucker said, "So there's no hard feelings."
John had made not a sound while he was being punished, but as Chris bent over to plant a kiss on the each of the two reddened areas he had himself made he gave a little sigh.
"Have you learned anything, slut?" Slutfucker asked John.
"Yes, Sir," John answered without hesitation.
"Good. Get up now, slut, and get yourself properly dressed."
Painfully, John eased himself off Chris' legs. He pulled up his trousers and did them up, and tucked his short into the waistband. Chris went to his t-shirt and jeans and pulled them on.
"Your clothes still smell of our piss, boy?" Slutfucker asked.
"Yes, Sir," Chris answered. "But they are dry now."
Slutfucker nodded, and looked at John. "Not fair on your boy if he's the only one smelling of piss, is it, slut?" he said.
He pulled out his cock and pointed it at John's left shoe. Staring a stream of piss, he directed it up one leg of John's trousers, up over the chest of his shirt, and then down the other trouser leg. John stood there, feeling the hot dampness seeping through his clothes to his skin. He caught Tom's eye momentarily, and quickly looked away.
"Now clean it," Slutfucker said.
John got down on his knees and took the limp heavy cock in his hand. He licked around the head and then across the tip before pulling back the foreskin to clean beneath, tasting the beery piss on his tongue and lips.
"Good enough," Slutfucker said. "Come on, now."
He led them all out of the lavatories and then across the park to the far end. John knew he was heading, a notorious gay cruising area in a secluded part of the park. He had always yearned to go there, but had never had the courage. No way could he have foreseen that eventually he would, with his son at his side and under these circumstances.
They reached a screen of bushes and trees that shielded the area, and Slutfucker stopped to let them catch up with him. Then he took John aside and spoke to him for a few minutes before rejoining the others. Showing them to a gap in the bushes, he led them all inside to a large clearing amongst the trees. There were already five men there, two pairs indulging in oral sex and the fifth man wanking as he watched. All five looked round a little fearfully as the new group arrived, police raids not being unknown here.
"You two get your clothes off," Slutfucker told John and Chris before turning to the men.
"I've got a little free treat for you, gentlemen." he said as their eyes followed the two quickly disrobing.
When the two of them were both stark naked, Slutfucker ordered them to kneel in the middle of the clearing back to back. Then he gave John a quick nod.
John coughed to clear his throat. "My son and I are cock- sucking whores," he said, stammering a little in his nervousness. "We crave cock, need cock. Use us as fuckmeat. Fuck our mouths, rape our mouths. Fuck us like the useless cunts we are. Fill our mouths and throats with your cum."
"Did you tell him to say that?" Tom whispered to Slutfucker.
"I told him to say something," the other man said back. "The details are all his own work."
The five men were looking on with some amazement.
"These two whores are yours to use, gentlemen," Slutfucker told them. "Fill your boots."
Slowly but surely, the five men came forward. The one who had been wanking was the first to reach them, his cock still sticking out of his trousers. He took hold of John's hair and then slapped him across the face with his cock before thrusting it into his open mouth.
Home - Claire's View.
The three of them seemed top have practically forgotten me as I stood there in the corner naked and watching them eat their sandwiches, and I wasn't sorry. It gave me space to think, with the only distraction the strong feeling of wanting to go to the toilet that the pieces of sandwich that my sister had pushed up my bum were causing. Then, in my mind, I corrected myself. Not my bum, my arsehole. And the last bit wasn't in my pussy, but my cunt. The words sent delicious little thrills through my body, dirty and forbidden.
They had called me slut and bitch and whore, and that was what I was beginning to feel like. And I liked it. To my total amazement, I liked it. Loved it, or even needed it. My body had never felt so alive, and my one true regret that was that I has wasted so many years being miss prim and proper. And thinking that everybody else was the same. My father, my sister, my husband and even my children. They had all revealed such a passion for the darker side these past few days. A passion that was now growing in me also. I had just had my arse fucked by a stranger, while I licked out my daughter's cunt and while hundreds of other strangers watched on the internet. And still I wanted more. Much more.
I became aware of Samantha looking at me intently.
"You're looking very thoughtful, bitch," she said.
"Yes, Mistress Samantha," I replied.
"What are you thinking about, bitch?" she asked. "What a dirty and depraved little slut you are?"
"Yes, Mistress Samantha."
She looked startled, and then got up to come over and face me. "You mean it, don't you?" she said.
I nodded. "Mistress Samantha, may I speak to you as my sister for a moment?" I asked.
"You may."
I swallowed, and tried a smile that didn't quite work. "Samantha," I said. "I know you didn't do all this for me, that the last thing you intended was to make me happy. But still I want to thank you for it. You've opened my eyes to a life I had never dreamed existed, and would have been disgusted at if I had. I'm yours to use as you desire, Samantha, and it's a journey that scares me but which I know I want to take."
She looked at me expressionlessly for a moment, and then a grin spread across her face. "Claire," she said. "I can't pretend it was the intention, no. The intention was for me to have a lot of fun at your expense. But I can tell you that I have never loved you as much as I do right now."
She took my head in her hand and pulled me towards her, her lips closing over mine. I felt her tongue push into my mouth, the way a man kisses a woman, and after a brief hesitation I began to kiss her back. It was a kiss of such passion as I had never once shared with John, and once again it made me think of what had been wasted. What fun the two of us could have had when we were girls had I but known. When she let me go, it was all I could do to keep my feet. My mind was swirling and my body felt like it was made of water.
"I will use you, Claire," she said. "Use you and abuse you, humiliate you and degrade you. I'm going to grind your face in muck and depravity, and I'm going to love every minute of it." She smiled. "And so are you."
She turned to Dawn. "Kay and I need to be off to organise the dinner party," she said. "Get the bitch there by seven at the latest. Make sure she looks good."