Message-ID: <17642eli$9811300429@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/17642.txt> From: M Quayle <MrsPotatoe@gop.com> Subject: Late for Dinner -- chapters 4 & 5 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: anywhere@bore.news.pipex.net, usa@gop.com MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=iso-8859-1 Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <3661ED0D.4A897688@gop.com> >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> WARNING! This story is only for adults over the age of 18 and contains Strong Sexual Content. It is intended as a work of fiction for ADULTS only, and the author does not in any way condone similar behavior. If you are under the age or 18 or reside in a state that prohibits such behavior, stop reading immediately!!! <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< Late for Dinner Chapter 4: Kathy’s Quiet Afternoon The class field trip to the sex toy factory ended early and Kathy was home at least an hour ahead of normal. No being late for dinner tonight, she thought. She just hoped she could slip up to her room and try out her free samples before the family knew she was there. She saw the bicycles of the neighborhood boys in the front yard, so she knew Mommy and brother Billy were busy upstairs. She slipped off her high heels as she came through the front door and tiptoed in on stocking feet. Kathy heard the rhythmic thump thump thump of her parents’ bed and Mommy’s nurturing grunts as the boys took their tuns. Then she heard her sister Becky’s familiar scream. She was in the basement playroom with Daddy. He was probably helping her cram for her masochism final. She padded silently into the kitchen and eased the refrigerator door open. A soda would taste good while she tried out her new vibrator! Kathy’s short skirt rose to expose her smooth, bare bottom as she leaned over to reach for a cold can. Suddenly, she felt a wet nose sniffing her moist honey pie. Oh, no, the dog was in the house! He’d caught her scent and wanted to play! What to do? If she moved away, the German shepherd would start barking and it would be off to the basement with Becky or up to the bedroom with Mommy. So she stood still, hoping it was just a friendly sniff and not a prelude to a more intimate encounter. She remembered last Thanksgiving when the dog got stuck in cousin Suzy and drug her around and around the house. Kathy had laughed as hard as anyone, but she wasn’t really in the mood today to become the subject of another funny story for the family dinner table. The sniff was followed by hungry licks. The big black and blonde dog was definitely on the prowl. He suddenly jumped up, wrapped his paws around Kathy’s waist and drove her to her knees. Kathy knew Daddy would be upset if she didn’t give his prized pooch the prize he wanted. But, if she moved quickly when the canine came, she might be able to keep from getting hung on his curling cock. But she hadn’t counted on how good the doggie’s dick would feel. She soon dissolved in a puddle of pleasure and only snapped back to reality when she felt him spunk inside her. Now, it was too late. The cock was twisting and the dog was yelping, trying to pull away. Kathy was about to begin yelping herself when a sudden blast of cold water broke the dog free. Kathy looked up through dripping hair and saw her little brother standing there with a bucket. “Hey, what are you doing home?” he asked as he helped her to her feet. “I was just --” “Mommy wants you to help her,” Billy mumbled as he pulled the still sputtering girl toward the stairs. Oh well, so much for my quiet afternoon, Kathy though as her brother yanked off her skirt and pushed her down on the bed. Late for Dinner Chapter 5: Grand Dad’s Call The phone was ringing. It woke Kathy. She was on Mommy’s bed in a tangle of women flesh. Her face was nestled between Mommy’s thighs, little sister Becky hugged her knees. Girls-only night had been a lot of fun, just the three of them cuming and kissing and cuming again. “Hello,” she said sleepily. It was Grand Dad, “hello, yourself! Is this Becky or Kathy?” “Hi Grand Dad, it’s Kathy. How are you?” “Doin’ just great! How’s my little grand daughter?” “I’m not so little, I’m almost ---” “Say, is your Dad home?” Grand Dad was always in a rush. “No, he and Billy went hunting for a new house slave last night. I don’t think they’re back yet.” “New house slave? What happened to that little black-haired girl we caught last spring?” “Oh, she ran away. The police are still looking for her.” “Ran away? What happened? Billy try to brand her or somethin’,” Grand Dad chuckled. “That Billy, he’s a handful.” “No, I told her I was going to use her to practice for my fisting test and she disappeared. The police say her family is probably hiding her in poor town.” She still remembered the evenings she’d had to help Daddy fish the ungrateful girl from under the bed in her cell when she didn’t want to play hangman or pin the tail on the domestic. “Good grief, you give some unfortunate a break, bring them into your home and they act like they’re too good to let you use their bodies. I don’t know what the world’s coming to. “Say, is your mom there? Put ‘er on, would ya.” “Just a minute. Mommy, it’s Grand Dad.” Mommy wiped the sleep from her eyes as she took the receiver. “Hi, Dad, how’s everything on the island?” Her face grew serious as she listened to his reply. “It was just -- I wasn’t expecting -- ” Mommy sounded defensive. “All right, we’ll pack and come right away. I won’t forget. I’m sorry, Dad. Good-bye.” Mommy hung up the phone. She looked pale. “I’m afraid Grand Dad’s a little upset over the scene we caused at Junior League.” “Oh, no! How’d he find out about that?” “The story was on the front page of the Trojan newsletter. He says there’s even a picture of us asleep with your arm up my ass.” “We weren’t asleep, we were unconscious. Remember?” Kathy balked. “None of that, young lady. He says our trying to run away was the result of your father’s lax discipline.” “Mommy, you have to be kidding!” “I’m afraid not. He’s rearranged his schedule so we can spend the next two weeks in his personal dungeon.” She looked down at her breasts, the teeth marks and cigarette burns were just now starting to disappear. “I’ve never been with Grand Dad. Daddy always says I can’t ‘cause he plays too rough.” “He’s national president emeritus of the Trojans. You don’t earn an honor like that by being weak,” Mommy corrected. “But what about school?” Kathy whined. “I’ve got --” “Don’t worry, you’re Grand Dad’s already called the school. You can make up your sex-ed assignments when we get back and you’ll get extra credit, kind of like a field trip.” Mommy was trying to sound positive and soothing, but she couldn’t shake her misgivings. “After all, we did try to run and, and its an ... an honor to be ravaged and tortured by a professional. Do you realize the President sent his daughter and the First Lady to Grand Dad when they refused to entertain the King of Siam’s race horses?” “Of course, we watched the documentary in our contemporary issues class. After Grand Dad finished with them, the First Lady and the First Daughter did those horses like they’d been looking forward to it all their lives.” “Yes, Grand Dad is a hero. So, let’s do our duty and get packing.” “Okay, Mommy,” Kathy just home she wouldn’t have to do anything that would keep her from setting a new record by winning the school’s tightest pussy contest four years in a row. -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | <http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/>----<http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/faq.html>