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PART NINETEEN
Park
Slutfucker put the sole of his shoe on Steve's chest and pushed him backwards. Grabbing hold of one leg, he pulled off his shoe and sock, and then did the same with the other leg. Leaving Chris laying there on his back on the lavatory floor naked except for his sister's now very stained and grubby panties. He threw the shoes and socks into the urinal, followed by Steve's t-shirt and jeans.
Tom watched as he strode over and gave the clothes a thorough soaking with his piss. Bigdong, who seemed to operate as a faithful shadow to Slutfucker, was quick to go and do the same. The two of them turned to look expressionlessly at Tom, putting their cocks away and zipping up. Tom knew it was a little test, to see if he were really one of them. He had already gone just before they all started using Steve, but cumming meant he reckoned he had a bit more to give. He joined the two men and added his own piss to his grandson's clothes, now saturated with the stuff.
"We're going for a drink," Slutfucker told the still prostrate Steve, who had watched the drenching of his clothes with the three men's piss with a look of horror on his face. "Be back a little later. You can wait for us if you like, or you can head off home." He cast a sideways glance at Tom. "Maybe your Granddad can give you a lift if you don't want to wait."
"Maybe after that drink," Tom said with a smile. "All that pissing has made me thirsty."
"Fair enough," Slutfucker said. "You're very welcome to join us."
As soon as they were gone, Steve scurried across the floor on his hands and knees and retrieved his clothes from the urinal. Holding them in a bundle against his chest, he crossed to a cubicle and locked himself in. He dropped the piss-sodden clothes to the floor and sat down on the lavatory to think what he was going to do. In truth, he knew he could get home under his own steam and without too much embarrassment. He could rinse his clothes out in the sink, or even wear them as they were. He could easily get home by way of a route not heavily frequented. He reckoned Slutfucker knew that as well, and certainly Granddad did, and that he expected him to stay because he wanted to. The pissing on his clothes was just part of the game.
He thought about what had just happened. Cleaning Granddad's cock of the last drops of piss,a nd then having bhis hand on his cock wanking him. Slutfucker kissing him passionately, and then fucking his mouth mercilessly with his big cock. And the hands on his arse and cock as that beautiful cock rammed into his mouth. And he thought of his Mum earlier, laughing at him when she saw what he was wearing as she had started to suck him off. And his sister and her smart remarks at his expense. Women! Bitches, all of them.
He rested his bare back against the cistern, and began to read the graffiti on the walls to help pass the time. He hoped they wouldn't be long.
Home
Samantha's mobile rang, and she answered it to find Cynthia on the other end.
"Hubby's watching sis," she said to Claire, after thanking the old women and ringing off. "Cynthia says he's hard watching you slobber all over another man's cock. And I'd bet the other four hundred or so viewers are hard or wet according to sex seeing you set to so enthusiastically. I really never knew you loved cock so much, Claire."
Claire reddened, but concentrated on what she was doing. The thought of over four hundred people seeing her half naked and doing this was doing strange things to her stomach. She felt nervous, ashamed - but also very excited. She ran her tongue up the thick vein on the underside of the shaft and took the thick head into her mouth. Taking it out coated in her saliva, she lowered her head to lick the man's hairy balls. Previous to earlier with her son, she had only sucked one man's cock before in her life. Her husband's. And even with him she had refused to lick his balls when he asked. She thought of him watching this, and seeing her doing for some strange man she had just met what she had never done for him. Serve the treacherous bastard faggot right, she thought angrily. Taking secret pictures of her and her daughter naked and posting them all over the net for his sick friends to gloat over.
"You should see some of the comments coming through, Claire," her sister said from the computer. "The things they are calling you. And the things they are saying they want to do to you. Some of them even I'm finding shocking."
Claire gave her a quick glance. She found, to her surprise, that she really would have liked to have known what they were calling her and what they would have wanted to do with her. She looked up at Rodney Hammond's face, to find him looking down at her with a look of wonder on his face. Keeping her gaze locked with his, she lifted his balls and licked underneath, and then licked her way up the shaft to the head of his cock. She flicked the tip of her tongue across his piss slit, and he sighed and closed his eyes.
"Isn't it about time the bitch got good and fucked?" Kay, Samantha's friend, demanded.
Samantha looked at her friend and long-term partner-in- crime and gave her a smile and a nod. "You want to set it up, darling?" she asked.
"You bet I do," Kay responded, getting up off the sofa and crossing to the pair. She grabbed hold of Claire's hair and yanked her head back. "You're liking this too much, bitch," she told her. "Open your mouth."
Nervously, Claire did as she was told. She was a little frightened of her sister i this new guise of hers, but of the petite Kay who seemed so self-assured she was terrified. Samantha, she felt, was playing at this a bit, enjoying degrading her sister and her sister's family immensely but aware that in the end it was just a game. Kay, though, took it all very seriously.
She knew what was coming, as soon as she saw Kay collecting saliva in her mouth, but kept her mouth open as the woman drew back her head and spat directly into her mouth. She felt it hit her tongue and slide back to her throat. She swallowed convulsively, and tried not to retch.
Kay watched her disgusted face with amusement. "That's to remind you of what you are, bitch," she said menacingly. "Our fuck-meat. Our little whore, to play with as we desire. You will call me Madam Kay, and your sister Madam Sam. Is that understood, bitch?"
Claire tried to nod, but Kay's grip on her hair held her motionless. "Yes," she said.
Without warning, Kay spat again. It hit the bridge of Claire's nose, and she felt it trickling down one cheek. Claire got the message. "Yes, Madam Kay," she said quickly.
"Good girl," Kay commended her. "You're slow, but you get there in the end."
"What should the bitch call me, Madam Kay?" Dawn asked from the chair from which she had been watching all this.
Kay turned and glanced towards her. She loved the thought of the mother being subservient to the daughter, but she didn't want Dawn getting too full of herself.
"I'll think on it," she said, before turning her attention back to Claire. She let go her hair. "On all fours, bitch," she ordered. "Facing your daughter. Sam, get the webcam over here so we can get some nice close- ups for our viewers."
As the two sisters moved to obey her, she looked at Rodney. He was quite obviously totally out of his depth, but that didn't stop him wanting. "You want to fuck our whore, Mister?" All he could manage was a nod. "Good. But whores cost. The mouth was a freebie, the other two holes you'll have to pay for. A tenner." She held out her hand, laughing. "She's a whore, but you have to admit that she's a cheap whore."
Work
With Cynthia wanking his cock and fingering his arse, John had cum across the desk the moment that Kay had spit into his wife's mouth. The old woman had found that amusing.
"Clean it up quick, cuck-boy," she told him. "I have a feeling the main attraction is still to come back there in your home, and I wouldn't want you to miss a minute of it."
He lowered his head and began to lick up his cum form the woodwork, but kept his head turned slightly so that he could still see the screen. Claire had turned and was down on her hands and knees in front of Dawn. His daughter had now laid a leg over each arm of the chair, and pulled her skirt up further to reveal her cunt and lower stomach. At a command from Kay, which he could not hear as the cam was not set up fro sound as well, Claire crawled forward so that her face was only inches from Dawn's groin.
Pub
Tom put what was left of his pint on the table, and sat back contentedly.
"Quite a story," Slutfucker said.
Tom nodded his agreement. "It's been a hell of a ride the last couple of days," he said.
"And we get to meet the rest of the family?" asked Slutfucker, with a sly glance towards Bigdong. "And by meet, you know I don't mean tea and biscuits and polite conversation, don't you?"
"I think it's highly likely," Tom said. "But let's take things a step at a time. You've had the son, and later you'll be getting the father. We'll see how it gores from there." He picked up his glass again. "You think the boy will still be there when we get back?" he asked.
"I'd bet a week's wages in it." Slutfucker said. "I know a cumslut when I fuck one."