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The Family Feud IV
Chapter Eighteen
The difference between knowing your shit, and knowing youre shit
**Note to reader: The story returns to the original narrative voice. Bill has just punished his wife and daughter in front of Victoria Waxerman (and her nephews who were peeping). The Star Count was removed as it has been suspended temporarily while the girls earn a trip for their father.
Jamie and Wendy were coated in a thin layer of their own sweat from the beating they had just taken and the hot sun. Bill led them inside by the leashes and let them walk expecting them to thank him.
Bill let them get a glass of water in the kitchen to share while he and Victoria chatted and supervised them. So you really must keep an eye on these two or they will get up to mischief? Victoria who absolutely loved gossip and dirty laundry was in her own personal gold mine.
Yes, I am afraid it can get that bad. These two sluts would grab a coke or a beer out of the fridge if we didn't count every one of them and watch them drink their water. Bill said solemnly.
It's true Ma'am, Wendy had just taken a deep gulp of the water I am thankful my husband is here during the day to keep me from running amok and having a Pepsi. Wendy sounded serious but she was laying it on thick as part of the family's White Alert policy around Mrs. Waxerman. They would exaggerate their situation and try to shock her they had often joked this would also be perfect for any Jehovah's Witnesses who came by.
Please be respectful and remain in silence while your husband is talking, Dear. Victoria's condescension for Wendy had only grown. There had been a time only a few weeks ago that Victoria would have been polite to Wendy's face but now there wasn't a shred of respect. Wendy had been everything Victoria disliked in modern women a career woman with an active lifestyle.
There was very little Victoria could have spread in the way of gossip about Wendy that was worse than the truth.
She had always assumed Wendy was a poor cook and focused on her exercise classes instead of spending time with her family- an assumption that wasn't far from the truth. However, now that Wendy was standing naked in her own kitchen with the weights still attached to her pussy and tits from her most recent beating she reminded Victoria of a lion who had all their teeth and claws pulled.
Bill had removed the tongue clip and nose spreader Snouter that he had on the girls but he left in their new stainless steel butt plugs and the weights. The handcuffs had been unclasped so they could hold their glass of water together.
Last Sunday I understand you sent your daughter to my house to be punished. I had some questions for Jamie. Victoria explained.
Jamie glanced at her father for some sign of what she should say but his face was stony and impassive. He was secretly enjoying watching this spectacle unfold and was playing his role to its hilt.
Yes Ma'am, Jamie's perky boobs bounced as she snapped into an attentive stance to listen.
You let my niece and nephews punish you? Victoria asked disapprovingly.
Yes Ma'am, they said that you had shown them the proper ways to discipline and I knew that given how much you instilled honesty into them that I could trust them implicitly to tell the truth. Jamie's voice was nave and perky.
Victoria wouldn't admit to strangers that her little angels of nephews were any less than perfect and certainly not to the Taylors. The look on Mrs.Waxmerman's face however told a different tale that she knew they could be little devils at times.
Would you like me to have them squat or kneel? I don't want them to use their eyes to try to manipulate you into feeling sorry for them. Bill interrupted.
Oh that is so thoughtful, you don't have to do that, Mrs. Waxerman said but then after Bill didn't she added but since you are probably going to do it anyway, you can have them kneel.
Bill took that as his cue to clap his hands Kneel, sluts! and his wife and daughter got back down on the floor with their legs apart, sitting on their heels with hands resting on their thighs in a submissive pose.
If you lie about this next question, I intend to ask your father to repeat the punishment you just received is that clear? Mrs. Waxerman looked down her nose at Jamie on the floor.
Yes Maam, you know I will always be caught in my deceit, thank you for the warning though as it keeps from submitting to temptations to be dishonest.
Girls born to mothers like yours have a natural tendency to be perfidious it is just in your nature, Waxermans tone was snooty and sure of her prognosis about Jamie. Did you sit upon my 18th century antique broomstick?
Jamie spit a little water out of her nose and mouth back into the glass she was holding. She did not expect the question. She nodded yes as she added I asked that they put something into my asshole so as to protect your nephews from my obscene muscle contractions during the beating. This was actually a lie but Jamie kept a straight face. She didnt want to get the Waxerman kids in trouble. She did a Kegel exercise that she had been practicing to flex her pussy lips to accentuate her point.
I presume you completely disrobed for this, what did you use to cover your Victoria was searching for a word that sounded more genteel and Jamie offered Cunt?
How repugnant, yes dear. If that is what you call it. Mrs. Waxermans head was shaking just a little from side to side as if she were growing more annoyed and uncomfortable.
As I was a virgin I thought it improper to put anything in my cunt, so I asked the boys to forgive my offense and remained bent over to present my ass, Maam. Jamie stumbled a little with that explanation.
YOU a virgin? Victoria snorted at the absurdity of the notion.
Yes Maam, my father inspected my hymen daily I assure you I only used my asshole and mouth to serve my betters. Victoria could hardly argue with what Jamie had just said.
Yet that status has changed? Victoria sounded curious.
Bill said The boy she went out with last night got her cherry, but on the plus side watch this. Bill turned one of the kitchen dining room chairs upside down so its two back legs were facing up. Girls, have a seat
Wendy looked at Jamie with concern.
Are you two hesitating to fulfill the wishes of the man of the house to make me look bad in front of company? Because we can go back outside and give you an attitude adjustment again.
Wendy was the first to stand No Sir, thankfully Mrs. Waxerman is not known for gossip for surely anyone else would spread rumors about how lazy and thoughtless we are. she slowly backed herself on to the tip of the chair attempting to avoid the string and weight.
Jamie was copying her mothers hesitant stance. Bill pushed down on his wifes shoulders Really push down and put all the weight on the chair. Wendys pussy was balancing on the corner of the chair leg as she slowly slid down it centimeter by centimeter.
See, now two sluts can sit on one chair. Bill smiled at Victoria as the girls uncomfortably squirmed on the chair legs.
Well that must be handy. Victoria said politely.
Not really, we dont normally let them sit on furniture- too many snail trails. Bill smiled but Victoria ignored the crude joke.
It reminds me of a Spanish horse. Victoria said of the cruel looking seating arrangement before looking Jamie in the eye, So my boys did not have carnal relations with you, is what you are telling me?
Jamie sounded like she was holding her breath and exhaling as she answered As I said Maam, I was a virgin until last night. Jamie was a terrible liar but technically that was the truth. She had a broad grin on her face as she backed herself further onto the chair leg.
That matches what Delilah told me of that night. I would prefer that you make arrangements with me if you need punishment. Victoria said it directly to Wendy because it sounded like criticism and she certainly wouldnt say that to Bill Taylor.
Yes Maam, how foolish of me not to call in advance, please forgive our forwardness. Wendy said in a caring and apologetic manner.
It is very rude and ungrateful, but then what else can I expect from your kind? Victoria fired back. Then she turned to Bill If you could convince Wendy and Her daughter to wear something appropriate I would really love to have your family over for a home-cooked meal. I am sure youve not had one in a long time? Victoria was all smiles and graciousness.
I would love too, Maam Bill nodded as if doffing an invisible cap to her. The thing is to get the girls to agree to the homeschool education during the day. They insisted Chris and I take them out to Martin Luther King Jr. Boulevard so they could suck the dicks of strange men tonight. Bill said with a completely straight face but he couldnt look Victoria in the eye.
Victoria turned to Wendy You put your own desires for twisted amusements, above your husbands and sons needs for a home cooked meal?
Yes Maam, but please understand that Jamie and I are on a special diet and at night we only eat cum, so unless your sons were willing to donate we would probably go hungry. Wendy sounded a little bolder than in her past statements.
Jamie reached over and pinched her moms butt quietly to remind her to dial her attitude down. Jamie added to the fib Yes Maam, male cum does wonderful things for our complexion and it helps keep the weight down. Its the latest thing out in Hollywood.
Victoria harrumphed and retrieved Mr. Snips, who had left a pile of crap on the carpet in the living room, and left.
You two and your Hollywood fad diets, and your Thigh-masters Pilates classes with the tight spandex are using it all for fornication. I dont buy it, not a word of it. Yet it seemed to everyone else she was pleased to have her own theories about how wicked these women were confirmed. The offer is always on the table, Mr. Taylor. she smiled politely and left the house without looking back.
Bill laughed after Victoria was gone Wow, that was pretty wild at the very end there.
Yes, well I guess the intensive submissive feelings I was feeling from the ungodly beating you just gave us were a little clouded by her constant beratement, Sir. Wendy explained asking Please may we get off this chair, sir?
Bill hadnt actually noticed his wifes intense reinforcement of her submissive feelings from the recent beating and he was a little confused by her admission. He shook his head no and smiled. He had a lot of fun teasing Mrs. Waxerman and wasnt going to over-think what his wife just said.
Baby, we can go out tonight and do what you said, I think I would like that. Bill admitted about his wifes new idea. He had a smile on his face until he realized he meant to say Maybe and maybe it was Freudian or maybe it was just a slip of the lip.
Wendy joked Ooh you didnt call me cow-tits! I got called a Baby.
I meant Maybe Cow-tits and you know it Bill smiled playfully as he gave his wifes ample nipple rings a tightening squeeze and twist.
Ooops, I did it again. Wendy sang an old Brittany Spears lyric in response to her husbands casual acceptance of his mistake. Weeks ago he probably would have tried to pretend he meant to say Baby because he used to see mistakes or apologies as signs of weakness, but now he had the confidence to admit and move on.
Then again, weeks ago she would have screamed if she had vice-like nipple rings and someone gave them the kind of squeezing Bill just had. Instead, her sore bare nipples just bounced back into place when he released them.
I think its Baby Hit me one more time. Jamie joined in the joke quoting the actual Brittany Spears lyric her mom had been thinking of earlier. Wendy smiled that her daughter had seemed to read her mind.
Bill gave his daughters tender nipples the same attention and squeeze and then slapped both of her tits as he released them. They seem more full, thats good.
Can we get off this chair now to go milk Sir? Jamie offered hoping that he would let her end this painful exercise now that Waxerman was gone and considering how compliant they had been.
Nah, stay like that until Chris gets home then beg him. That bitch made me miss my computer time and I have a feeling we are gonna be out all night trying to feed you your special diet. Bill smirked and left the kitchen without looking back or a second thought for the den where his computer is.
Wendy called out as her husband ignored her, You know during white alerts you cant hold anything we say as a valid contract. she was half kidding and half hoping he wouldnt take all the promises they made when Mrs.Waxerman was there and make them do them. They had said some things about how life was around the house that they had completely made up but it had seemed so easy to picture life being like that fantasy-vision they painted to shock Victoria now that they had given the men authority over them. Bill was just laughing and walking as if he didnt hear what she said.
Great, do you think they will JUST feed us cum from now on, Mom? Jamie asked seriously. She had just found a spot on the chair leg to balance her weight that she could stand.
Wendy couldnt help but notice that despite the absurdity of the question it seemed completely natural coming from Jamie. Her daughter had the same look of concern she did her first day of high school that she knew which home room she was going too. There was a sort of normal-ness about this arrangement that Wendy wondered if she was just imagining.
You know that I would never have imagined in a hundred years that I would be fucking the same chair my daughter is and theorizing about my all cum diet back when I was a little girl in the corn fields of Indiana. Wendy shook her head with a little mirthful expression. Would it really be worse than dog food? She asked playfully with the scrunched up nose expression her daughter used to do so regularly.
No, I guess not, but what I wouldnt give for a cheeseburger! Jamie brightened at the thought.
Bill yelled from the den I can hear you two sluts! Go near that fridge and Ill put you back outside.
Wendy was about to say Okay when as if by cue Bill added the stipulation to his threat Youll do it ON the chair legs. Wendy closed her mouth picturing him sending the two of them outside walking the chair between their own legs. She whispered to Jamie With mayonnaise, lettuce and tomato. and a wink.
They whispered and joked with each other to get their minds off the crushing pain on their pussies from their weight forcing them down the chair leg. They joked about how she would pretend to be disgusted but would really be excited. Wendy told her daughter she was surprised she could tell lies that way considering how she felt about deception.
In Mrs. Waxermans case I guess I see the exception because she wants to believe all the worst about us. If we confirm it for her it only seems to make her happy so I guess I dont see the problem there. Jamie qualified that with I hope I dont sound like a bubble-headed bimbo?
Isnt that what you are supposed to sound like to her? Wendy smirked and the two groaned silently enduring the chair legs pushing further into their already sore cunts. I cant take much more of this, I feel like my nipples are going to explode from all the pressure going on in my body right now. Wendy finally admitted to her daughter.
I am so glad you said that, I thought you would think I was being a whiny baby if I complained! Jamie responded with a relieved gasp.
You? Never. We made it through the Mother-in-Law outside, but this is the worst. Lets beg your fathers permission to get off these chair legs before they split us in two! Wendy reassured her daughter.
Agreed, I feel like this chair is reaching parts of my womb that Brad could never have put it in last night. Jamies lips were parted as she sucked in air and endured herself slowly falling backwards as she sat on the chair leg with legs apart.
Thats TMI! Wendy gave her a wink Using one of Jamies terms for Too Much Information. Then she began to beg and wail, Sir, Please? Can we get off this chair leg? We cant stand it? and Jamie joined in too but either Bill wasnt listening or he wasnt moved.
Your father is probably engrossed in his game, lets pick it up together and move into the den. Wendy suggested lifting up her side of the chair and standing.
Will he punish us? Jamie asked reluctantly.
Worse than this? I hope not. Wendy answered and with that Jamie joined her in moving themselves through the kitchen door into the den to beg Bill for leniency.
You know I cant just pause an online game right? he answered their moans for relief.
Yes sir, but sitting on this wood really hurts! Please Sir I cant stand it. Wendy hadnt complained before about any of the things Bill had done to her and he had done some fairly heinous things to his wife this past two weeks.
It is supposed to hurt, Cow Tits. If it was fun I would be doing it instead of you. Bill only gave a sidelong glance at his wife and daughter writhing on the chair legs.
I understand Sir, and I know we are supposed to learn our lesson, but please? I beg you to at least let Jamie off her side. Its rubbing us raw and it really hurts sir! Wendy was rubbing her thighs and holding her stomach just to keep her mind off the increasing intensity of her slow descent on the chair leg.
Fine, hold on until I get back to Imperial Fleet and then Ill find something else for you two whiners to do with those piss factories of yours.
Bill made his wife and daughter wait tapping their feet and fanning their fingers vainly waiting for permission to stand up.
Oh yeah, you can get off them. Bill finally said when he finished logging his character out. His wife and daughter both resisted the urge to complain that he could have given them the permission a few minutes earlier if it was that simple a matter.
Pull the cunt flaps open so I can have a look Bill squatted down and dabbed his finger in his wifes pussy first while she held herself open. No tearing or bleeding, he sounded disappointed as he checked his daughter and found the same result. You two sluts think you can get the shit fucked out of you tonight, but you cant stand a little hole training on your precious cum buckets?
Wendy wanted to defend how awful the mini-Spanish horse torture had been but opted instead to satisfy Bills ego with Would you like to fuck us both? adding the last word with emphasis on Jamie We could use the practice with a real cock Sir.
You would like to watch me fuck my own daughter, wouldnt you? Bill asked angrily.
Wendy wanted to point out he had made her suck his cock and fucked her in the ass already but instead just said Yes Sir, we are both your whores, and your daughter needs to practice with a real cock that is going to shoot cum and everything.
Jamie looked uncomfortably around it wasnt every day you hear your mother offer your pussy to your father.
Bill looked at his daughter still covered in a fine, misty sheen of sweat, You two pigs stink. Chris and I will fuck you later after you beg for our cocks, now get down on all fours and both of you lick my dick and suck my balls together.
Wendy and Jamie didnt hesitate Wendy unzipped his pants as they went down on him. They kissed each other between licks and Bill moaned in ecstasy as he watched his wife and daughters face lovingly tend to his dick. You two cock hounds are going to get plenty of this tonight,
Bill stood in his living room with his pants pulled down watching the two of them service his dick greedily. You seem to be looking forward to getting fucked with your daughter, arencha slut? Bill put a finger under Wendys chin to lift her head up from the ball slurping she was doing.
You are going to fuck her anyway, I might as well be accepting and submissive, Sir. Wendys explanation sound practical and considerate. Bill wasnt sure if he would have liked to hear, Yes, Yes, I am a dirty mommy, please bury your bone in our soft wet pussies. but he wasnt entirely satisfied with her response.
Bill slapped his wife hard on the tits and she instinctively let out a quiet gasp. You dont tell me if I am going to fuck her or I am not, he demanded. Beg me to fuck you both, tell me what a great cock I have. Bill stroked his wifes auburn colored hair softly with an edge of menace to his voice.
Please pump us both full of your rock hard cock, Sir. This little cocksucker has been a virgin for sixteen years and she needs a good, hard ride to break her in, Wendy knew Bill was testing her and it wasnt time to joke around or be informal. She held Jamies head up to look at her father while rubbing his chest. Please cum in our pussies Sir, we need a good rough fucking to keep us in line.
Are you going to want me to fuck you both when the training is over? Bill asked cautiously.
Wendy paused to give that some thought and Bills face twisted into anger. He grabbed his wifes nipples and gave a yank and a twist upward So you worship my cock when it benefits you, but when the training is over you wont? he was seething.
I cant promise what Jamie will do, but I promise you Sir. Ive learned a lot in the last week about being a better and more giving lover. You will always be able to fuck my ass. Pull my hair, cum in face and all the naughty things you like to do Sir, Wendy promised while Jamie fully deep-throated her fathers cock.
She is a good little cock sucker, but she has been such a tease until now, Bill squeezed his daughters nose hard between thumb and finger noting how sloped and angular it looked. It made her look stuck up. Bill wasnt saying it but he was conflicted in his feelings between wanting to punish the girls and with his guilt over dragging them through the mud.
Bill liked to think of himself as a simple man with simple needs beer, sports, computer games, sex and silence (and not necessarily in that order). He had on many occasions felt a rage at having been humiliated not just during his time as Wendy and Jamies puppet but even before that. He had been out of work and fell into a cycle of lazy days on the couch which only seemed to reinforce his feelings of worthlessness.
When the tables turned and he could train the girls, he rarely felt guilty they were the personification of all his mistakes and powerlessness. As time had passed and the girls not only embraced their discipline at his hands but surpassed his expectations, he would find himself admiring their strength. A part of him would get jealous over how they handled it together and he would use that anger to help him continue to act like an uncaring, sadistic drill sergeant.
There were times of reflection when he felt guilty about hurting and humiliating them. He had wanted to let them out of the training a little early but now they had gone and made this new counter-offer that would only up the stakes and send them both out to the streets to work as whores. He understood that it was a very practical offer because of their money situation but he also secretly felt jealous that they could be so selfless about their sacrifice.
It was important to de-humanize them and see them as puppies, pigs, and whores but as he squished his daughters nose she continued to gobble his cock and it secretly made him feel like he probably shouldnt be enjoying this so much. You want your daddy to fuck that tight little pussy you have been guarding so carefully? Bill growled.
Jamie didnt answer her bright blue eyes beamed acceptance at him as she continued throating his cock all the way to its base. Bill clutched her head and in a sudden explosion of ecstasy came in her mouth. His toes curled up and his fingers dug into the side of her head as he whispered no, no, no but it was too late he had shot his load.
Jamie held her mouth open proudly awaiting her fathers order to swallow it.
Yeah, yeah, you got out of getting fucked this time by sucking me too good. Bill acted as if she had intentionally robbed him of his chance at fucking her but he didnt seem very convincing to the girls. Let me see you kiss that cum into your moms fat face she didnt do much to earn it though.
Bill stood there with his pants unzipped and his cock quickly deflating while he watched Wendy and Jamie French kiss until Wendy felt she had it all and opened her mouth obediently before her husband.
Bill didnt feel like talking (or thinking) any more. He walked over and selected two ring gags and attached them to Wendy and Jamies head tightly while they kneeled in front of the stair case in the living room. He never gave Wendy permission to swallow a little cum danced on the tip of her tongue through the matching O-ring gag her daughter had on.
You two cunts can sit in the living room where I can see you, Bill could see the staircase from the computer in the den but not inside the kitchen. When your brother gets home youll go over the counter-offer with him and then Ill probably be ready to fuck you again but you better not suck me off so well that I cum first! Bill warned.
Jamie could only nod dutifully and make an ack noise through the gag holding her mouth open in an O shape.
Bill guided his wife to her feet and made her straddle the staircase rail. I hope you are going to bitch that THIS is too hard for that fat cunt of yours? he guided his wife over the rounded wooden bannister post and had her sit down on it.
Wendy guided herself carefully but found that the wooden post accommodated her wet pussy perfectly. Bill shackled her feet around the bottom of the staircase together and then he cuffed her hands behind her back. The end result was that Wendys knees were spread wide and obscenely as she balanced herself naked, bound and gagged on the staircase.
Jamie knew that the other side of the staircase was intended for her and cooperated with her father as he posed and sat her legs wide on the end-cap of the stairs so that its entire mahogany length fit into her delicate pink slit. When Bill finished setting them up in an identical position he marveled at his work and gave his daughters clit ring a tug and a pull so that it dangled a little further out of her body.
You look good like that. I know you are supposed to be dogs in the hot sun I guess I just spoil you bitches from time to time. Youve been good girls now hang around and dont go anywhere. Bill patted his wife on the head and stroked his daughters cheek as he returned his attention to his computer game.
He didnt break or look over at the two women who writhed only slightly on the staircase they had to remain well balanced or they would have fallen off.
Hours passed and the girls gave each other furtive glances both trapped in silence and unable to communicate with each other. Their discomfort at the position they were in grew until their muscles started to feel tense and painful but after what felt like several long and silent numbing hours they actually grew used to it and no longer focused on it.
Hidey-Ho! Chris walked in the door from school in a chipper mood and threw his books down on the living room floor. He immediately saw his sister and mom positioned on the staircase with knees wide apart drool dripping down their chin from the gags on to their tits. You look like a pair of gargoyles up there I need to get a picture of this, he used his cell-phone (which had been Jamies at one time) to snap a few pictures of the girls while laughing at them.
Then he ignored their low wailing and gurgles to casually talk to his father for a little while they mostly discussed the new computer game that had taken their fancy. They were intentionally ignoring the girls to further shame and humble them and for the most part it was working. Bill had brought Chris up to speed on what had happened that day and eventually they decided to bring the girls down from the bannister posts. Chris had his sister by the waist and was pulling her off when he heard air sucking into her pussy and a familiar sploosh sound You are getting your spit all over me, Queen Laqueefa he commented, degrading Jamie by using a nickname he heard Cathy use for her.
The girls had to be unshackled from the stairwell at the feet and wrists and then finally the gag was removed leaving them panting and gasping. God, it feels like my insides are bruised, Jamie held her lower tummy with her hand as if that would bring her some relief.
Your pink has turned purple, eh? Bills dry humor failed to put a smile on the girls faces.
Chris had the girls kneel on the living room floor as he went over his moms counter offer - He wanted to get right down to business (now that he had made them wait). As I understand it, you two cunts serve obediently per our agreement, but all challenges and stars are suspended until we are out of debt?
With the understanding that your father and you will keep us focused on making money, Sir. If we can get out of debt by the weekend your father will go to his internet forum convention. Wendy clarified while kneeling respectfully in front of her son and husband.
Keep you focused? Chris sounded skeptical.
You and your father will try to get us as many clients, Wendy searched for the right word to use for the men she was going to have to fuck.
You mean tricks, right Mom? Chriss face had become less serious.
Yes Sir, you and your father will try to have us turn as many tricks as possible instead of the flashing and games that you would normally have us play for stars, Wendy swallowed hard as she added But you will also keep us humble and give us affirmations to keep us from... Wendy was trying to find a way to explain how the affirmations and constant discipline had made accepting the expectations on them much easier.
Dont worry, things wont get casual and chummy any time soon, Chris knew what his mother meant and added Well be disciplining you if you two get egos or start to slack off. And his mother shook her head in acceptance.
Chris reached over their backs and prodded them forward on all fours. Did I see the special gifts dad and I got for you?
Yes Sir, my passport, Wendy admitted while her son pulled her ass cheeks apart to look.
And my license, Sir. Jamie chimed in.
Yeah, we were GOING to wait for some ceremony to give those to you, Chriss tone implying he wasnt entirely happy that his father went ahead and revealed the surprise. I wanted clear ones so we could see up those poop chutes of yours, but Dad liked these better.
Speaking of which Sir, we have been up there on the stairwell for hours, I can only speak for me but can we be let outside to piss and shit? Wendy was finding that the new butt plug constantly made her feel like she had to take a dump.
Gah, you girls are regular turd factories, Bill mocked outrage.
Yeah, you cunts can go, heel behind me. Chris started to walk his sister and mother outside to the backyard.
Bill stopped him Allow me, son. Take a load off.
Chris was pleasantly surprised by his fathers offer considering he had traditionally been the one to walk them. He had seen his mother and sisters disgusting squatting many times but it always amused him. Ill go with you, Dad.
Bill smiled at his son and they walked the girls outside together. You two have about two minutes to squeeze all the shit and piss you can out of those holes, then I think we need to start getting ready for your first night at the motel.
Have they shown you the slow shit, yet? Chris sounded excited.
No son, I have no idea what that is, Bill looked half amused because by the look of concern on the girls faces this was going to be unpleasant for them.
Get in position and tell Dad what its all about, Chris demanded of his mother.
Yes Sir, Wendy and Jamie were both squatting on the balls of their feet near the rose bushes with their legs wide open. They put their hands behind their backs and pulled their ass cheeks apart.
Wait, why are you facing your fudge factories away from us? This is a slow shit.
I am sorry Sir, I just didnt think your father might want to see, Wendy may have subconsciously chosen to face away from her husband because while Chris laughed at this sort of thing she didnt think Bill had much interest in it and it felt more humiliating to do it in front of him because of that.
You didnt think? Are you WANTING a punishment? Chris stomped a foot at his mother while she adjusted herself so that her asshole with the big red O
tattooed around its ring was prominently displayed before her husband and son. Now explain what you are doing!
This is hole training Sometimes we slowly pump out a turd in front of Chris and, Wendy was having a hard time saying this, knowing her husband was listening. There was something extra humiliating about admitting it.
We clench our assholes around each turd and try to pull it back in or break it off and start another log down the sawmill as slowly as possible Sir.
Bill could hear the obvious discomfort in his wifes voice given she had been able to say so many humiliating things to Mrs. Waxerman and be berated all afternoon he knew this must be hard for. Truth be told, he really had no interest in seeing this.
As the first crown of chocolate poop starting to part Jamies pink asshole like a buttercup opening to blossom he thought it looked like soft-serve ice cream coming out of one of those self-serve machines in buffets on slow motion. This is cute and all, but we really need to get to the motel if you bitches are going to work tonight.
Wendy had just crowned the tip of her own turd out of her ass, as she held herself in the most humiliating position she had discovered to relieve herself in as she asked But Sir, its not even dark yet?
I know they bleed, but are pussies vampires? Bill asked incredulously of his wife.
Wendy didnt know how to answer that question, she couldnt see if he was serious so she answered I dont know what you mean Sir?
They dont work until night-time? Bill rephrased his question to his wife.
They do Sir, it is just that I thought it might be easier if we are walking up and down the street at night time. Wendy remembered her last night at the motel on Martin Luther King Blvd and how cars slowed down to get a good look at her. Some were looky-loos who would drive on and others were tricks who wanted to fuck her. It had felt like being on display and the fact it had been dark outside seemed to give her a sense of security about dressing like a slut and parading up and down the street that way.
Chris was already giggling as he usually did when he watched his mom and sister reverse race the slowest shit humanly possible. Moms looks like a cork-screw winding its way out, but look how smooth and perfect Jamies is! he was smirking with delight.
If you two cunts hadnt taken yourselves off the star system, I would probably have let you earn a star just for riding in the back of the truck totally naked until we get to Rahjids Motel, Bill said ignoring his sons strange sense of humor. He had indulged him plenty of times before but he had to admit watching his wife and daughter do something that must be completely humiliating made them seem so vulnerable that it was turning him on in an unexpected way.
I have such an uncomfortable boner right now, Chris said out loud to no one in particular. I am going to miss this when the training is over.
Wendy was turning a new shade of red - she could hear small pops and cracks from her ass as the air pushed it ever so slowly out and a tiny little fart while the men giggled. I wont miss this part of it, she admitted out loud.
What part will you miss? Bill asked but his wife didnt answer. He decided not to press the issue, but it dawned on him that there might be parts she MIGHT miss and changed the subject back to his original point. So if we want you to do dares and games, you two are too good for it?
Its not that we are too good for it, Sir. Its just that me and mom are going to be focused on earning the money we need and we are asking to suspend all those bizarre contests you two think up until then? Jamie had a pleading yet pragmatic look on her face while she squirted a tiny lemon-colored stream of warm piss while simultaneously creating one long turd.
Clench and try to pull it back in! Chris demanded
The girls buttholes puckered at the effort to grip their own turd and suck it back in, but neither could quite manage it.
Okay, I see the point of this now, yeah this is how I want you to do it every time unless given special permission. Bill sounded mildly amused. Wendy let out a small sigh of relief because she pictured herself being married to this man for the rest of her life and forever having this mental image of her doing this well into their old age at the very least if he likes it, it may be better. She knew she had to do it now either way.
STOP! Chris said with more urgency than necessary and the girls both ceased the progress of the brown banana popping out of their butts. Okay, continue he laughed and they began again.
What if we can do the dares while on the training you just come up with a little reward? Wendy said not acknowledging how surreal it was that her son just made her stop and start shitting again. It was if she were discussing a business matter calmly and rationally.
For example we might just agree to your dare if we leave for downtown after dark and ride in the back nude. Wendy held up a finger to add and stipulate But no stopping OR driving through a fast food place In exchange, you have to buy us a nice meal and neither of you can sit on it or do anything to it. Wendy added her final stipulation after noticing her son start to smile in anticipation of a loophole to the deal he had a look of drat as he snapped his fingers.
Okay, I like that - immediate incentives as opposed to stars. Bill stroked his chin with his fingers. Look how shiny they both look. He said to his son.
Yeah I know right! Chris became excited You would think turds would be dull but when they shit on the ground it comes out slick and shiny, pretty cool huh?
Bill shook his head in amusement, You know I am worried sometimes that you are rubbing off on me, Boy. he laughed.
Thats a bad thing how? Chris laughed mirthfully in response.
I am starting to wonder how it ever could be. I just never thought Id be commenting on how shiny my wifes turds are. Bill was laughing.
Wendy thought the exact same thing to herself silently as she dutifully came to the end of her log, Permission to wiggle, Sir?
Permission Denied Chris had obviously trained them on this procedure when Bill wasnt paying attention. Ass Face seems like she has another yard to go, you can dangle Chris instructed his mother to just wait with the final bit of ass cheese dangling between her cheeks.
Wendy looked at Jamie who just shrugged her shoulders. Jamie used to only politely drop a tiny ball of poop, but since she started getting fucked she had been leaving long logs. Jamie was just as surprised as everyone else.
You know Dad, I think family is kind of like ass cheeks.
How is that son? Bill asked
Well a lot of shit comes between them, but they always come back together again.
God damn son, that is fucking beautiful. Bill slapped him playfully on the back, You should write for Hallmark.
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