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              Copyright © 1997 Phil Phantom.  ALL Rights Reserved

This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written
permission of the author.  This story may be freely distributed with this
notice attached.  The author may be contacted through mrdouble@mrdouble.com.

                               Dumb Blonde Bitch
                                   By Tiffany

Mandy Thomas was an exceptional child, and at fifteen, a high school junior, an
exceptional woman/child. Developed way beyond her tender years with the sexual
parts of a blonde bombshell on the frame of a petite fifteen-year-old, finding
clothes off the rack was a chore. They didn't make a D-cup bra in size 31, and
jeans that fit her hips were a foot too long in the inseam. She wore dresses
and modified her mother's bras.

Mandy drew male eyes like dead possums drew flies. She also drew jealous female
eyes and was the brunt of every dumb blonde joke in her high school. The
popular jokes became known as Mandy jokes, and Mandy jokes were very popular at
Ridgemont High.

Mandy hated dumb blonde jokes and despised the Mandy variety. She wasn't dumb,
and certainly wasn't naive. She was actually quite bright, gifted in fact. She
even skipped a grade and was the youngest girl in the eleventh grade. She knew
she looked dumb. She couldn't help but look dumb. She looked like her brains
were housed in her chest--ears, too, because it was her tits that everyone
spoke to--dumb.

She wished she'd remained with her classmates from the class of '99, the kids
she'd grown up with, because they knew how bright she was. They never told
Mandy jokes, but they were all in another class in another high school. Mandy
was a new girl at Ridgemont, and she was in the wrong graduating class thanks
to her pushy, upwardly mobile parents.

Mandy struggled to fit in and smiled at the awful jokes made at her expense,
but the smiles only lasted a few days. By Christmas, there was nothing to smile
about. Not only were they awful, they were filthy, disgusting, and vulgar. She
was tempted to go to the school nurse to have her virginity documented and
posted to the school as an announcement, as most jokes had her screwing
everything from door knobs to animals, groups of winos to football teams, even
her own father.

That people actually thought those things about her hurt terribly, because she
just wasn't like that. To her, sex was a natural expression of love within the
confines of a loving, socially sanctioned relationship. It was not a recreation
to be shared in groups or between species. Breasts were for nursing an infant,
not screwing, honking, batting, pinching, or poking.

She shuddered to think of a coupling between her and a dog, but to the assholes
at Ridgemont, Mandy was a dog-fucking dumb blonde bitch--a curiosity, a freak
of nature, an amusement, but not something to be seen with, or seen being nice
to. In biblical times they'd stone her on the strength of rumors, so she felt
fortunate to be living in enlightened times with due process.

Mandy gave up trying to fight the in-crowd and focused on her schoolwork,
marking time until graduation. She knew, in a large university, far away, she
could restore her reputation and return to living a normal life. By then,
hopefully, her frame would develop in proportion to her female parts. With a
full and balanced figure, and possibly a dark wig, she could pass for a bright
young lady. In the interim, she needed to muddle through and adjust to being a
dumb blonde bitch with ears in her hooters.

Muddling through would not be easy as she shared Ridgemont with a bratty
brother, a freshman no less. Though one year separated their ages, and they
came from the same parents, Brad was no Rhodes scholar. He knew all the Mandy
jokes, and his were the very worst, the most vulgar, and Brad was popular at
Ridgemont because he could tell a good Mandy joke. Most of his jokes were the
Dog on Mandy variety, and he was responsible for her reputation as a whore for
the hounds.

Mandy never did get along with Brad, and when she began developing her figure
at the age of twelve, she hated him. He was awful to her, forever trying to
steal her modesty, violating her privacy, and grabby besides. The more she
developed, the worse he got, and by the time they arrived at Ridgemont, she was
fully developed with an exaggerated hourglass figure that no one had ever seen
fully unclothed except Brad, and he stole that.

She had a beautifully developed vagina that no strange fingers had ever
violated until Brad's fingers violated the pristine fleshy folds to pry
dirty-nailed digits into her unused birth canal. This happened the first day in
their new home, and became a regular occurrence in the four months since. He
was strong and knew right where to find her feminine grotto.

Her 31-inch bursting-at-the-seams D-cup breasts never received a mark until
Brad's fingernails dug into their creamy softness and had to be pried off
repeatedly. From the time she wore a C-cup, her breasts had never gone three
days without the signs of damage caused by Brad taking what he wanted. In their
new Ridgemont home, her poor titties were often bruised and sore, swollen and
tender from Brad attacks.

Her kid sister often witnessed Brad attacks but thought they were funny to
watch. Stacy, at twelve and slow to develop, always sided with Brad, thought
Brad was cool, and was headed straight for a skid row whorehouse as soon as her
body caught up with her filthy mind. Of her three siblings, only ten-year-old
Steve was nice to her and looked up to his big sister. He never spoke to her
tits, honked her hooters, or tried to tune in radio stations using her nipples.

Steve was another gifted child, mature beyond his years, and didn't quite
understand everyone's obsession with his big sister's body. She had no qualms
about Steve seeing her naked, or watching her dress, undress, or even use the
potty, because he thought little of it. She'd never invite him into the
bathroom with her, but if caught in a compromising act by Steve, Mandy wouldn't
freak out.

He, in fact, caught quite a bit by being in the same house with a victim and
two victimizers. In bits and pieces, Steve saw all she had to show, and even
saw her go tinkle, wipe, and yank her panties up after Brad jimmied the
bathroom door and threw it open more times than Mandy cared to count; but
again, Steve would look sympathetically and shake his head while Brad and Stacy
rolled on the floor pointing at her dripping blonde pussy hurriedly being
wiped.

Mr. and Mrs. Thomas saw very little of the sibling rivalry. Both were
workaholics, seldom home, and when they were home, they were tired of listening
to Mandy's complaints. Her father thought Brad was an all-American red-blooded
boy. Her mother thought Mandy was a stuffy prude. Their sympathies were with
the boy who was just being a curious boy, not with the big-titted sex pot
acting like a nun in a convent.

The last lecture she got from her mother told Mandy exactly where she stood,
and that was following a full-fledged rape attempt that rendered Mandy's
clothing to rags, her breasts to battered bags of flesh, and her vagina to a
tortured niche with patches of pubic hair missing. The scene went as follows:

"For Christ's sakes, Mandy, lighten up a bit, will you. The boy is going
through puberty. He's naturally curious. Let him satisfy his curiosity and
he'll move on. If you ask me, you invite this conduct by the way you dress,
act, and tease."

"Tease?"

"Yes, tease! You tease that boy by flaunting your considerable charms out of
his reach, and always forcing him to come get it. Living under a roof with a
sexy girl like you has to be sheer torture for a boy like Brad. You deserved
exactly what you got, and if I were you, I would not mention this incident to
your father or that dress that got ruined will come out of your allowance.
Furthermore, I am putting you on notice, if anymore clothing gets destroyed as
a result of this game you're playing, you'll buy the replacements. You had best
figure out a way to protect your clothes."

"How, by not wearing any?"

"If you must. There's no need to wear clothes in this house. You never go
anywhere. No one brings friends in. We're all family. At the very least, if you
see Brad reaching for a part of your body, you'd best be getting the clothes
out of his way."

Frustrated and incensed, Mandy stamped her foot, spun in place, and stormed off
only to be shouted to a halt and ordered back. With Stacy present and hanging
on every word, Mandy wanted to end this absurd conversation. Having Stacy
witness the failed attempt to restore order and decency, having her hear their
mother's outrageous advice was as good as having Brad hear it.

Mandy stomped her foot and turned away wearing a beet-red face from anger and
embarrassment, then returned to her stern mother and smiling sibling, to await
more, though she didn't see how things could get worse unless her mother
ordered her to strip naked and assume a mating position at the first sign of
Brad getting sexually aroused.

Her mother held Mandy in a stern stare for long moments until Mandy looked
properly cowed, her skin tone nearing normal hues, and Stacy stopped giggling.
She then calmly said, "Don't you ever display that attitude before me ever
again. Do you hear me, young lady?"

Meekly, Mandy said, "Yes ... I'm sorry."

"Take my advice to heart. Brad is just acting like a boy of fourteen, but you
aren't acting like a girl of fifteen. Your body is not a sacred shrine, and
this is not a fucking convent. Yes, I said fucking, and I meant fucking, and
I'll say fuck or fucking in my own god damn fucking house if I mother-fucking
please. You're the family prude, and I'll not have you imposing your
holier-than-thou, stuck- up attitudes on this mother fucking household. Do you
understand me, you little cunt?"

This was like a hard slap to a freezing face. Mandy could only nod. Her mother
relaxed at Mandy's subservient acceptance, and having vented, calmly said,
"Mandy, think over what I've said. Brad won't change and we don't want to
inhibit his expression of natural male aggression. Men need that to survive out
in the real world. Women need to learn how to use their sexual charms to their
advantage. You both need to work through this naturally, but you will work
through this. Understand?"

"Yes. May I go now?"

Her mother folded her arms across her chest and tapped her foot, seeing that
Mandy was as obstinate as ever, only cowed. An uneasy silent standoff was
broken by Stacy suggesting, "Mom, make her go naked all the time. That'll teach
her."

Mandy's eyes went wide in horror at the absurd suggestion, and wider as she
realized her mother was thinking seriously about the idea. To intercede on
those thoughts, Mandy pleaded, "Mom, please don't! Please! I'm begging you.
I'll be good. I'll work something out with Brad. No more clothes will get
destroyed. I promise."

Her mother liked the sudden change, pondered the words; then, after getting a
mischievous gleam in her eyes and wry smile on her lips, said, "Show good faith
by going without underwear--no bra, panties, pantyhose, or slip. If you go
about the house raw under a dress or blouse and skirt combination, I'll know
you're serious. Make those wiggly, jiggly, and smelly parts that Brad is so
enthralled with easily accessible or I'll make them accessible and visible. How
would you like to be naked with your hands bound behind your back?"

Mandy listened with her mouth hanging open, knowing her mother was dead
serious. Excited, Stacy added, "Yeah, and make her go barefoot, too. Brad likes
seeing her go barefoot. That always gives him a big boner."

"Why not--and barefoot. You do that, and you can wear dresses, skirts, and
blouses but that's all you can wear, and you must sleep in the nude with your
door unlocked."

Stacy hopped up and down with glee, praising her mother's decision. Encouraged
by Stacy's excited response and Mandy's apparent acceptance, she added, "When
you get ready for bed, you get completely naked, then come out for your good
night hug and kiss. Furthermore, everyone will get a good night hug and kiss
from you--a good long hug, and a passionate kiss on the mouth, a deep French
kiss--and your bedtime is now thirty minutes before everyone else. If we happen
to have company over, that's too bad. They get a naked hug and kiss, too. You
either accept those terms or I will keep you bound, naked, and on permanent
restriction. You can dress for school, and that's it. As soon as you enter this
house, you'll strip naked right inside the doorway. The choice is yours, Mandy.
What'll it be?"

The choice was no choice at all. Mandy nodded acceptance of the former option,
but felt like she'd fallen into a snake pit and was standing before the momma
snake and her smiling but venomous offspring.

If Mandy thought her ordeal was over, she was mistaken, because she had to get
into the proper snake pit attire while they watched. On the verge of tears, she
removed her shoes and socks, reached under her dress and removed her panties,
then opened the top of her dress to remove the bra. The dress fell to her wide
hips and almost went all the way down, making Stacy break into fits.

Blushing red, and fighting Stacy's grabby hands, she restored the dress over
her battered breasts and asked to be dismissed with her remaining pubic hair
clutched in Stacy's fist. Her mom made her wait in that awful grip, then
brushed away Stacy's arm and ordered Mandy to turn around and hoist her dress
to her waist. Trembling, Mandy did so and received a hard slap to her soft
white buns, sending her on her way, but not until Stacy added her slap.

Alone in her room, Mandy applied her higher reasoning power to the new
situation. She'd seen this coming for months, and now it was upon her with
surprising speed and finality. She knew her mother and father were kinky, but
they'd masked their kinky side quite well until only recently. Mandy saw the
mask fall away with dramatic flourish when her mother began shouting the "F"
word and then called her a little cunt. Her father would be worse.

She was now the home entertainment center. She had been for the last year or
so. Now, it was official. She quickly played through her options: go to
authorities--NO; run away--Too scary; See a counselor--Too stupid; Be
entertaining, shed all modesty, kiss the virginity goodbye, bear someone's
bastard, win a good scholarship and graduate, then dump the bastard off on the
folks and go off to get a higher education and a start a new life--"hummm,
there's a possibility."

Mandy dwelled on the only possibility that presented itself and quickly
calculated the months she'd have to muddle through the muck and slime--fifteen
if she remained home during the summer after graduation. Fifteen months of zero
social life, hell at school, a bigger hell at home, being pregnant for most of
those months, and the strong possibility of there being back-to-back
pregnancies made her shudder because that would put her in the latter stages of
a second pregnancy when she arrived at the university to start her new life--no
good.

She mulled over the very real thought that she might be stuck until she was
eighteen--thirty-three months away, enough time to endure four unwanted
pregnancies, at least four bastards, maybe more if she ever had twins or, god
forbid, triplets--a worst-case scenario, but under the circumstances, one that
should be taken into account.

Would they protect her from getting pregnant or arrange an abortion or
abortions--not likely. The one kink she knew they had was a special type of
kiddie porn--preggo kiddie porn.

Mandy had recently stumbled upon the stash of glossy photos quite by accident,
concealed in a locked footlocker with a lock that looked to be snapped shut but
wasn't. She was searching her mother's closet for shoes to match a new dress.
Since she and her petite mother now wore the same size shoes, they often
shared.

She'd seen the locked footlocker for years and knew something super secret was
inside. Now, the secret stash was accessible. The temptation was too great. She
opened the chest and fell back on her ass. Hundreds of pictures and foreign
magazines featured young naked girls in advanced stages of pregnancy in the
most obscene poses. Some were no older than Stacy, and some were liberally
pierced and heavily tattooed. Some looked hideous, and some looked adorable--
like beach balls on stilts with tiny tits, proud of their hairless pussies and
huge bellies, posing like sexy models for the camera.

And some were mounted by dogs, big dogs on little girls that were bound and
crying--pregnant, ringed, tattooed, and mated to beasts by beasts with a
camera. Mandy had plenty of time to look over everything, and in the process,
got a thorough education in perverse sex, kiddie porn, and bestiality. Most of
what she saw, she never even imagined. A quick survey revealed over a dozen
different suppliers, an exchange club of sorts.

The photos appeared homemade and on the reverse of one of the worst the words,
"We're still waiting on your pictures of Mandy. You'll get no more of our Donna
until we get some of your other kids."

Again, Mandy fell on her ass, only this time she sat and stared off in space
for several minutes, and this happened two months prior to the big lecture.

She'd been staring off in space ever since with those lurid image's festering
in her brain. That she was being prepared for a similar fate became painfully
obvious. That Stacy was ready and already a porn star was apparent. She just
needed her periods to begin to make her a preggo porn star, and her periods
started a month later.

With her mother's absurd ultimatum, everything fell into place. She was indeed
being readied. Even the unnecessary relocation now made sense. They now lived
in a remote area with widely-spaced houses on the edge of town. Now, they could
own a dog and had two large ones-- vulgar male dogs, crotch sniffers and leg
humpers that were always sporting huge erections, outdoor dogs that were
allowed to roam the house.

Fighting off the horny large bulldogs was a constant chore and challenge, but
very entertaining for everyone else. Even Steven broke a smile at the comical
effort. For reasons Mandy couldn't fathom, the dogs focused solely on her,
ignoring her mother and sister. She fathomed the reason when she opened the
secret smut chest and found bitch scent in a small vial. Dabbed in panties,
they could make her a bitch in heat, and obviously did.

Mandy laid out on the bed and stared up at the ceiling, wondering how they'd
put the bitch scent on her if she couldn't wear panties. And then the
provocative thought occurred to her, "Mom will probably dab some on a finger
and order me to hike my dress while she rubs that stuff in my crotch."

She could now see her mother doing just that. The idea made her shudder, not a
bad shudder, a deliciously wicked shudder, the type she got when her mind
drifted to naughty thoughts, which didn't happen often, but when it did, always
brought a shudder.

She also wondered how she could fend off two horny dogs without panties to get
in the way of their probing muzzles and peni--"or is it penises? They don't
teach that in school--probably peni," she reasoned. Of course, her mother would
say, "Cocks," or "Fucking Cocks."

Mandy quietly said, "How am I going to keep those fucking dog cocks out of my
fucking cunt without fucking panties?" And then she answered herself, "You
don't, you dumb blonde bitch."

Mandy rolled onto her belly and moaned into a pillow. She lifted her head and
made a head cradle of her hands, saying, "Mandy, you are so screwed."

She pictured herself in the first stages of noticeable pregnancy, walking down
the busy corridor at school, hearing, "Hey, Mandy. When are you having your
puppies? Can I have one?" or "Whose dog is the daddy, bitch." or, "What
happened, Mandy, was Rover poking fun and you took him seriously?" or "Hey,
Mandy, I see where Rin-Tin-Tin buried his bone. Wag your tail, bitch." And
those comments would come from the faculty. The kids would be worse. She smiled
at the silly thought, then wondered how she could think silly thoughts at a
time like this.

This was it, the day she'd been dreading, the day her folks pulled out all
stops, stopped playing games, and got down to some serious child molesting.
Brad was in on it, had seen their stash, and so had Stacy she was sure, only
they'd been given the tour by the collectors. They probably had a key and left
the lock unsnapped. They all shared the secret. Only she and Steve operated in
the dark.

The games hadn't actually stopped, and probably never would. She sensed they
liked playing games, but clearly, games were no longer necessary. Her mother
could have ordered her to strip and assume a position on all fours while Stacy
went to fetch the dogs. Mandy knew she'd have followed those orders had they
come.

She accepted the inevitable after seeing how deeply into the perversion her
parents were. They were dead serious about their dirty hobby and way behind
schedule on reciprocal orders. They'd been stalling long enough and were now
committed to action. They'd gone to a great deal of trouble and expense. The
stage was now set, the actors were in the wings, and the audience was growing
impatient. Like it or not, it was show time.

In a way, she couldn't blame them. Their perverted itch ran deep and long, and
they'd been so good about staving off bringing their desires to fruition. They
waited until it was almost too late. They were good parents with a bad itch. A
bright girl would understand; a bright girl did, but that didn't make things
any easier.

Mandy couldn't abandon her parents even if she had a place to go. Whatever
happened, she'd stick it out, somehow. Again, she said, "You are so screwed,
Mandy."

She rolled to her back and looked at the closed but unlocked door. They were
leaving her alone on purpose, giving her time to think, knowing she would
quickly go through her non-existent options and eventually arrive at the
conclusion that she was screwed.

Mandy arrived at that conclusion long before they thought she would. They
always underestimated her mental capabilities. The door wouldn't fly open for
quite a while, maybe another hour.

Her hand crept up her right thigh and carried the skirt with it. Almost
mindlessly, her finger slid into the wet groove of her sex and began a gentle
stroking through the slit as she thought about just how screwed she was. When
she realized what she was doing, she almost yanked her hand away and tugged the
skirt back in place, then caught herself and said, "Why not. So what, they'll
see much more than this before this day passes. Bedtime is now eight-thirty.
They'll be ready for my nude entrance. The dogs will be primed, and you can bet
Brad won't let me get away with a quick hug and peck. No, he'll hold me until
one gets mounted and gets his long, fat, doggie cock in my virgin hole to his
big balls."

"I wonder what that'll feel like?" She thought while bringing both hands into
play between her legs and sliding a finger in the tight, slippery hole in
question. "Ummm, I wonder what it'll feel like with the whole family watching
.. watching me getting royally fucked by a dog while French kissing with Brad
.. ummm."

Mandy reacted to this surprisingly arousing thought by yanking her hands out of
her crotch, tugging her skirt down, and covering her face, only to be assailed
by her own vaginal musk, inspiring her to slap the mattress at both sides of
her stiff body, grunting, "Damn!"

Erotic thoughts and images continued to intrude on rational thought. Still not
resigned totally to her fate, she realized they were wise to leave her alone
for more than the hour she expected. They left her alone for three, and by
eight in the evening, Mandy was completely resolved to her bizarre fate.

Even the idea of body piercing and tattoos became accepted and rationalized.
Rings can be removed, and with the new advances in laser technology, even
tattoos could be completely removed. She resolved not to let either eventuality
worry her, to take what comes and be entertaining, even if they did to her what
she saw others had done to that poor girl.

She must have had fifty rings and studs puncturing her little body, and the
gross tattoos were all over her body from the neck down. They'd turned their
lovely daughter (she presumed it was their daughter) into a human pin cushion
and bathroom wall, then knocked her up just for a perverse thrill to share with
others of like perverted mind. Bizarre, but pictures don't lie.

Shortly after eight that evening, her mother, naked in spike heels-- a
first--entered the room and shut the door. She approached the bed, and Mandy
could see the rings adorning her mother's bald vagina. She couldn't help but
stare at her mother's crotch, though the twin pierced nipples with two gold
rings in each, drew a glance.

In addition to rings, her mother's breasts and crotch were full of professional
tattoos, filthy tattoos, obscene beyond imagination with drawings of bestial
mating and every filthy word in the book.

She didn't want to stare at that fishy niche on her own mother, but the sight
was riveting and being boldly presented to her eyes. Her mother's vagina was a
black cat's head with a viscous, yawning, vertical mouth complete with
blood-dripping fangs. This was a pussy with an attitude--one that matched her
mother's secret self perfectly. She now knew why she never saw her uninhibited
mother in the nude. She was saving the surprise.

The surprise was a huge one, and Mandy could not tear her eyes away. A large
gold ring hung on the clit with several smaller rings down each labia lip. On
closer examination, she could see the mature vagina was not shaved. The hair
had to have been removed permanently, probably electrolysis.

The tattoos looked new, and then Mandy realized they had to be new as the
tattoos could not have been hidden by the itsy bitsy bikini her mother wore the
previous summer. These tattoos could not be covered by a modest one piece. This
told her that they'd made their decision over the summer, made the move, then
got busy. She then realized that she hadn't seen Stacy nude since last summer,
either.

Her mother held something and casually uncorked that something, revealing that
the something was none other than the secret vial of bitch scent which she
dabbed on two fingertips of her left hand while Mandy watched. With this done,
she calmly said, "Pull the skirt up, spread your legs wide, and lift up high."

Mandy did as she was told and held herself in that obscene, vulnerable, and
wanton pose as her mother reached between her legs and began massaging the
scented oil in the oily pussy under Mandy's mesmerized eyes.

Mandy watched intently as her mother's fingers sensuously massaged her own
pussy flesh, almost a masturbation, focusing heavily on the clit before going
on down the slit to her hole, delving the two fingers inside, swabbing the
virgin walls of her cunt.

The amazed girl could not deny the deliciously wicked sensations this bizarre
procedure evoked. That her own mother was openly, unabashedly, smearing the
scent of a bitch in heat all over and inside her virgin pussy in preparation
for the upcoming family scene in the living room only added to the delicious
wickedness.

Mandy, overwhelmed by a rush of vaginal stimuli, widened her legs while the
fingers fucked her pussy, then grimaced when one broke through her hymen. She
was, indeed, being prepared for a fuck. Better a slender finger with a sharp
nail, than a large spongy object like a dog's dick. The objection to being
deflowered by a mother's finger died on her lips.

Her mother smiled, removed her hand, held the vial up, and said, "You know what
this is, don't you?"

Mandy nodded. Her mother placed the vial on her night table and said, "From now
on, do this yourself. Keep the scent fresh until the dogs get used to seeing
you as their bitch. They do already, but more won't hurt. If I see them stop
treating you like a bitch in heat, I'll know why, and we'll have a talk about
your wardrobe.

"Your father will pay you a visit shortly after bedtime. Clean up after the
dogs before going to bed. Your father won't take sloppy seconds after two
mutts. He wants a clean, fresh pussy to fuck. Oh, and I had best see the
invitation in the way you kiss him. That kiss should plainly say, 'Please come
fuck my horny cunt. I want to have your baby.' If the whole family can't read
that message, I'll send Brad and Stacy in here with a needle and ink pen to
have that message tattooed on your cunt. We'll be expecting you in a few
minutes." At the door, she paused to say, "Give Brad that same message. We want
to see you two kiss and make up."

Mandy had held the obscene uplifted, spread-legged pose all through the talk,
and only let her ass settle to the mattress after the door closed behind her
mother. A long whoosh of air escaped her lips as she thought, "Jesus! You are
so screwed, girl."

Mandy couldn't quite believe the scene actually happened, or that she'd soon be
following those bizarre instructions to the letter. She examined her deflowered
vagina, surprised that she saw no blood, felt no difference, and only slight
discomfort when it happened. She wondered what her pussy would look like
without any hair, or with rings. She wondered what kind of twat tattoo she'd
get. The sight of her mother's clean vaginal form and ornamentation would not
leave her mind. She thought, "I hope they let me pick out my own. A beautiful
butterfly would be nice."

"I wonder what her pussy tastes like. I wonder how I'm supposed to kiss her.
What message does she expect? How does a girl kiss her mother in a way that
clearly says, 'I want to lick you all over between your sexy legs, Mommy. I
want to kiss your cat right on the mouth."

Mandy shuddered, shook her head at the thought, but she knew that's what her
mother expected just by the way she posed her pussycat, like a tease that said,
"Get a good look at this pussy, Mandy. You'll get to know it very well, very
soon, and very often."

Mandy got off the bed and stripped. Now ready for bed, she looked at the door.
Was she ready for the important part? Who should she start with? Would the dogs
jump on her before she even made it fully inside the living room, and what
should her response be if they did? Fighting them wasn't in this new script.
How does a good girl, a virgin, act like a bitch in heat?

Does a receptive girl just get on all fours and wait? Should she lie on her
back and raise her pussy to a dog's cock level? Could they do it standing
up--one in front, one in back, one in her pussy, the other in her ass? Could
she suck on one while the other fucked as she'd seen several girls do,
sometimes tied, but not always. Would she gag if a dog fucked her in the mouth?
How did those girls get so much cock in their mouths? "I guess you have to
relax your throat. Yeah, I'll bet there's a trick to it."

All of these thoughts plagued her mind as she stared at the door. In the end,
she knew, the only way to get answers was to go through the door with the
proper attitude--an entertainer's attitude. She was, after all, the family
entertainment center--now an official title. Her function in the family was to
amuse everyone and learn to do tricks.

She turned to look at herself in the dresser mirror. She could see to her
knees, and liked what she saw: proud, up-thrusting breasts capped by elongated
nipples--hooters with knobs--a tight abdomen with tiny waist, a well-defined
vaginal plane framed by wide hips supported on columns of female leg
perfection.

She cupped the heavy breasts and thought, "No one can fault my body, that's for
sure."

She was all girl, an all American cunt from head to toe, ripe for plucking,
primed for molestation, and fertile to boot. She turned to offer her profile
with her belly stuck out ineffectively, but used her hands to define a swelled
belly. She smiled at the image in her mind.

She faced the mirror and cocked her right leg out to see better between her
legs, to view the cunt, the centerpiece of the evening's show. "Not a bad
cunt," she mused, "needs a shave, but they'll like seeing it like this--raw,
inflamed, slimy, and receptive, salivating for a stiff cock, any stiff cock,
man or beast." She entered herself and mused, "This pussy needs a cock in it,
badly."

Now, as ready as she'll ever be, she squared her shoulders, faced the door, and
marched. She entered the living room to find them all seated on the sofa:
Steven, Stacy, Brad, Dad, then Mom, with Mom holding both straining dogs on
short leashes. She had to smack them on the muzzle to get them to settle down
once they saw their bitch naked and ready. The seating order made sense, and
since Steve was closest, she knew she was to start with him and work down the
line. He was also the only one with clothes on.

Stacy was showing off her rings and tattoos, but hers were different, homemade,
more like crude graffiti, a vulgar bikini. "So much for a nice butterfly," she
mused.

Instead of starting right in, Mandy came before all and posed her nude body for
their enjoyment. Stacy and Brad could barely contain themselves as they openly
played with their genitals. Her dad played it cool as he proudly stroked an
impressive erection. Her mother had her hands full controlling the dogs, trying
to keep them off to the side of the sofa. Steven just looked lost and confused,
but he stared at her pussy.

She began by saying, "I'm ready for bed now. I've come to give everyone a
goodnight hug and kiss. I guess I'll start with Steve."

She stood before him and bent at the waist as he met her in a mutual neck hug
that left her hanging udders free for Stacy to bat about. For the kiss, she
eased back a bit, not trying to get her tits out of Stacy's reach, only enough
to tilt his head back so everyone could see the type kiss he was getting. Steve
wasn't expecting any tongue action, but she approached with a fully distended
tongue, licked at his small lips, then pried inside, then finally got him to
open his mouth for the tonsil swabbing that brought cheers and jeers.

Stacy's bare foot was now on her crotch, but that didn't distract Mandy. She
needed that long kiss as a warm-up. Steve learned to like having his big
sister's silky-soft tongue down his throat and relaxed in her embrace.

When she felt ready, she eased away. He released her reluctantly, looking
flushed and love struck. Mandy felt like smiling and would have had the
wiggling toe in her hole had it not been so uncomfortable. She got away from
Stacy's digging toe and centered herself on Stacy who got up on her knees for
the hug, trying to match up their titties. Mandy matched them as well as she
could, then entered into a tit mashing embrace.

After the hug, they broke apart so Stacy could assume a kiss position. She sat
low on the sofa with her legs yawned wide. She smiled her devilish smile and
said, "I want my kiss here, on my pussy, right in the crack, and it better be a
French kiss as good as Stevie got."

Mandy expected as much, eyed the vulgar, graffiti-covered, hairless slit, then
dropped to her knees and kissed her sister's pussy exactly as she had Steven's
mouth by first licking the lips. This kiss had everyone sitting forward,
peering over the scene with Steven having the best view.

To add to the vulgarity, Stacy sank lower to place her back on the sofa
cushion, planted her feet at the edge and raised her ass high so everyone had a
clear view between her yawning legs. Mandy cupped Stacy's tattooed ass cheeks
and gave as vulgar an exhibition of vaginal French kissing as she could, using
visible tongue action with deep kisses that merged her face solidly to her
giggling sister's ringed vagina.

Together, they put on quite a spectacle, and Mandy soon adjusted to the tangy,
pissy taste of young pussy, deciding that she could get used to kissing her
sister this way. The kiss lasted twice as long as Steven's and would have gone
longer had not Momma Bear told Mandy to move along.

She left Stacy at the brink of orgasm, flushed and panting, to stand before
Brad's grinning face. She took her cue from him, knowing they had something big
planned just by the shit-eating grin he wore. By the way he fisted his six-inch
dick at her, she knew he wasn't ready for a hug. He said, "Start with the kiss,
and kiss this, bitch!"

Mandy got to her knees, and began kissing his dick, then licking his dick and
balls, then sucking as much as she could, gagging repeatedly while trying to
learn the trick. Seeing what her daughter was trying to do, Mommy advised,
"Relax your throat, and let the dick slide down--push."

Mandy followed this advice and on the third attempt had her nose in his pubic
hair. The trick, she decided, was to ignore the gag reflex, because once past
that point, it went away. Breathing was another trick, but she soon learned
that trick as well.

While getting into the sucking of her first cock and seeing the appendage for
the first time as something of a marvel disassociated with the prick attached
to it, she felt short fur on her back and heavy paws gripping her sides.

While licking balls with a dick in her throat, she braced for the penetration.
Stacy slid to the floor to guide the fleshy intruder. It didn't take long
before the pointy tip found the right hole and went in rather fast, so fast it
made her uncock to suck a deep breath. As a canine cudgel plowed through her
virgin pussy, making a fuck sleeve within her body, she exhaled that breath in
a long whooshing groan. Mandy felt her head clamped in hands and was barely
conscious of a leering boy saying, "You feel like a bitch, now, don't you?"

It was hard not to feel like a bitch, stuffed as she was with more dog cock
than she thought was possible. When the dog's balls swung and hit her mound,
the tip felt like it was under her belly button. The animalistic death grip
around her tiny waist, along with the firm and rapid thrusts, left no doubt
that she was coupled with a beast, serving as a surrogate bitch, and doing
quite well in that role. The beast certainly wasn't complaining.

Gradually, she adjusted, her eyes uncrossed, and her senses returned to
feedback the environment. The human dick was being fed back into her mouth, and
she returned to deep sucking as best she could through the rear buffeting. The
sensation of a manly hand groping at the point of entry cued her that her daddy
had dropped to his knees on her right side, joining Stacy at the source of
inter-species mating, getting right to the heart of the matter where canine
cock joined and entered the human vulva, up close and personal, very personal
because someone was feeling the dick move within her body by feeling through
her asshole.

On her left, she saw that Steven had lain face down in the space vacated by
Stacy and was toying with one of her hanging tits while looking past the dick
sucking to something more interesting. Curious as to what that could be, Mandy
rolled her eyes right and saw her mother with her right leg cocked in the space
vacated by the daddy, openly toying with her pussy with her fuck finger slipped
through the large clit ring. The cat now had a wide mouth. It was quite a
sight, so Mandy kept looking right.

In response to having two of her kids mesmerized with her snarling pussy, she
swung that right leg over and rested the calf on Brad's lower abdomen, giving
them all a much better look, as if to say, "Here, you want to see Mommy's
pussycat--there, see it!"

Indeed Mandy did see more, and what a pussy it was. Contrasted to Stacy's
compact little slit, her mom had a maw--with fangs! That she was destined to
suck that maw was apparent. That Brad felt comfortable enough to reach over and
finger his mother was obvious. Mandy wasn't too surprised. Steve was.

Mandy's vision blurred as the dick in her moved in a blur, seeming to swell to
twice its volume--the knot she'd heard about. Getting that swollen schlong down
her throat would be a trick and a half, but with the right angle--maybe.

With that much volume moving her innards outwards, Mandy felt like a Christmas
goose. She could sense the climactic finish was upon her and her own pussy
responded in anticipation. Every cell seemed alive, waiting for the hot splash
of puppy juice, and then it hit, deep at the end, right under her belly button,
a warm wet pressure in spurts that went with the short jerky humps.

She could feel the pumping action as the seminal fluid pumped into her vaginal
cavity, spreading, filling her virgin womb with the seed of a rutting animal.
This realization triggered her first vaginal orgasm that made her shoot up and
arch her back, wailing, "Oh God! Oh! Uh! Aaahhh ... Oh god ... He's filling up
my pussy with dog cum!"

To which her mother responded, "That's what a bitch's cunt is for, you dumb
cunt."

Mandy accepted that statement in the spirit in which it was given, smiled
dreamily, then collapsed with her cheek resting partially on her mother's leg
and her brother's dick. While she regained her senses, impressed with the
capacity of her dumb cunt and the power of a good vaginal orgasm, Mandy heard
the reviews as they discussed the performance. Her father saying, "He dumped a
big load in the bitch, but there's none leaking out. Her cunt is still
stretched tight as a drum around his cock."

The Mom saying, "I told you she'd make a fine bitch if you just left her to
think this over."

Brad piped in, "She'd have made a fine bitch anyway. All she had to do was hold
her pussy still for him."

And Stacy said, "She couldn't wait to get her pussy on his dick. She sucked it
in once it got there. She took it all, too. She even scrunched up the sheath
and almost got her cunt lips down to his balls. She's a good bitch, all right."

The mom clapped and said, "Okay, that's over. Everyone get back in your places.
She's not finished yet. Brad still has his hug coming."

As those off the sofa returned to their seats, and those sprawled sat up and
made room, Brad said, "It'll have to wait till the dog is done soaking his dick
in her twat." He addressed Mandy, saying, "While you're waiting, keep sucking
my dick, bitch."

Mandy raised up, eyed the cock, and returned to cock sucking. She could feel
the swelling of the dog's knot slowly deflating, and the rigidity becoming
spongy. She could also feel dog slobber falling on her bare back. The dog, now
standing on her back, received praises and pats from all around, even Steven.

Mandy just kept sucking, but her mind was between her legs, reveling in the
decadence of what she'd just done and thoroughly enjoyed. She felt she'd done
very well and deserved some of the praise.

It was kind of nice in a perverse way to be in such a degrading position while
the dog got all the attention. She keyed on Steven. He was on his knees,
scratching the dog behind the ear, saying, "He sure fucked Mandy good, huh
Mom?"

She was pleased to see and hear this reaction from Steven. She worried about
him. This demonstrated that he could adjust and even take pleasure in the
decadence going on around him. If his thing was seeing his big sister getting
it on with dogs, she resolved to keep him amused. If he liked French kissing,
he'd love a good blow job.

She never gave serious thought to enjoying the act. Getting screwed by a dog
was something she thought she could tolerate and adjust to over time. Enjoying
the first experience put a whole new spin on the matter, and made the prospect
of her future bestial ordeals less traumatic to contemplate. If dog fucking
wasn't so bad, maybe father fucking wasn't bad, and brother fucking, something
she knew would happen eventually from the time she was twelve, now seemed a
pleasant prospect. She certainly liked the tool he'd be using-- bigger than a
finger, smaller than a canine cudgel, Brad's dick seemed a pleasant penetrater
to contemplate, fucking without the intense cramping pressure. That had to be
nice.

She made a cunt of her mouth, trying to imagine her mouth as a cunt. "Nice.
Very nice. Ummm ..."

The pressure inside her pussy eased dramatically over ten minutes until she
could feel something leaking out and sliding down her left inner thigh. Seconds
later, he uncunted, dismounted, and walked off. Mandy clamped her thighs
together to hold in the flood, but a small flood cascaded down both legs to her
knees nonetheless.

She released the dick and sat up, looked straight at Brad's smiling face, and
wanted to kiss him. She fell forward into his arms and sought out his lips. At
first reluctant to kiss the mouth that had a dick in it, he remembered it was
his dick and merged their lips for a passionate soul kiss and spit swapping
tongue duel session. Bubby was a good kisser. He thought she was great kisser,
so the kiss went on and on, becoming a full-fledged makeout until Mom said,
"All right you two love birds. We're keeping Mandy up past her bedtime. Give it
a rest. Next!"

Mandy struggled to her feet, then stood before her leering, eager father as he
watched the cum rolling down her sexy legs. Mandy set her legs apart, but
placed a hand between in her crotch to catch the fuck from falling straight to
the floor. She massaged her cunt with the oozing dog semen coming through her
fingers to get a transfer to thighs to enhance her father's viewing pleasure as
she rocked sensuously in place, intentionally drawing his attention to her
pussy with a gooey fuck finger.

This was her show, and no one interrupted. She stared at his nine- inch dick
being pumped slowly in his fist, running her tongue over her lips in sensual
hunger before inching between his feet and slowly dropping to her knees. Daddy
released his cock to her and she began licking from the base. When she got to
the bulbous crown, she engulfed it in her sucking mouth, and tried her hand at
jacking a guy off with oral assist.

She decided she liked this cock even better. Her sucking showed it, and she
found the trick worked just as well on bigger dicks. She could take him all the
way, and was going for the nut when another set of paws gripped her middle and
another cudgel began poking at her rear. This time, it was her mother who
dropped to assist, and this time, the tip found its mark at her asshole--no
accident. Mandy's eyes bugged out as that cock went sliding in as fast as the
first had.

Her head shot up, her eyes crossed, and she let out a low guttural, "Umphhh ...
Ughhhh ... OHHHHH! ... No more, please!"

But try telling that to a horny dog that thinks he's in a bitch pussy. She
didn't think she could, but her ass took it all, and before long, his swinging
nut sack beat a cadence on her pussy pouch, slapping against her mother's hand
as the maternal fingers were inside, feeling the dick knot swell, reporting the
progress to the family in lurid detail that Mandy only caught part of.

Now relieved of her final virginity, all in the space of twenty minutes, Mandy
had time to focus on this last novel way to fuck a girl. The front entrance was
good. The service entrance was good, but it took a lot longer before it felt
that way. She couldn't decide which she preferred and decided more
experimentation was in order. That decision had already been decided for her,
so there wasn't much to think about except the sensations coming from deep
within her bowels.

Once she adjusted, there was no discomfort or cramping, so Mandy returned to
cock sucking, now more motivated than before to make her Daddy's big cock spew
in her belly. With a hand playing in her pussy, a dick up her ass, a dick in
her mouth, and little hands playing with her titties coming at them from both
sides, Mandy truly felt like the family entertainment center, liked the idea,
wished they'd rename her Magnavox, and keep her in the living room, always
ready to turn on.

She heard her daddy say, "Christ, babe, would you look at this kid of ours
gobble a dork. The bitch is licking my fucking balls with my cock down her
throat."

And the Mom said, "Save it for her womb, cowboy. You're not a teenage stud.
There's better places in this bitch to deposit your limited supply of baby
juice."

Taking her cue from Mommy dearest, Mandy removed the dick from her mouth and
cooed, "Yes, Daddy, put it in my pussy and make a baby in me." Seeing the
instant positive feedback her impulsive statement evoked, Mandy added, "Fuck
me, Daddy! Fuck me until I get pregnant. I wanna have your baby."

The first explosive jet of daddy cum went right up her nose. Needless to say,
this caught her by complete surprise. The second hit her in the open mouth, and
the rest she sucked out with both hands pumping and milking the shaft. As the
dog got his nut deep in her colon, Mandy milked the last drops of sperm from
her father's dick, savored the taste, then swallowed.

Mom stood, saying, "I knew you'd blow it if she said anything. Well, the mutt
got his nut and now he's soaking. We may as well get comfortable while we wait
for the family bitch to get unplugged."

With that said, she swung her leg over her husband's lap, grabbed the
semi-rigid dork from Mandy, guided it to her gaping twat, and sank to the
balls. She then reclined against hubby's chest and presented Mandy with one
hell of a stuffed beaver, full in the face. "Well, don't just gawk at it,
bitch--EAT!"

Mandy ate as the other kids gathered close on all sides. She ran her long
tongue all over both genitals, and tried to probe in alongside the cock. She
licked the clit, sucked the clit, then licked and sucked balls before going
back to the juncture of parental organs. She ate a stationary fuck while the
dog stood on her back and drooled slobber.

When the dog pulled out, her mom pushed her head away and got up, leaving Mandy
to finish with the hug and kiss. As with Brad, she fell forward in her father's
arms and started making out like a hot teenager with a jock in the back seat of
a Dodge. When Mommy had enough of that, she broke it up with a tap on Mandy's
shoulder like a dancer cutting in.

Mandy got her hug, then stood on weak legs as her mother took a sprawling seat
in the recliner, hanging her legs over the armrests. The family gathered around
the recliner. When Mandy saw the position, she knew what was expected, knelt,
moved forward, and lapped the mother beaver, this time, with no dick in the
way. This time, she could get her entire face in it and wallow. While her sexy
daughter wallowed in her pussy, the mom masturbated by rubbing her clit. The
kids loved what they were seeing. Mandy loved what she was doing. All were
happy.

After two orgasms, which Mandy lapped up, they sent her off to bed. She went to
the bathroom, cleaned up, hopped in bed, and waited for Daddy. He wasn't long
in coming, and Mandy soon tasted the unique joys of human intercourse, took a
load of daddy sperm in her womb, and drifted off to sleep, a contented bitch.

She awakened an hour later to another fuck, this time from her brother. He was
a wild man compared to her father, but in no time, she wanted a wild man. She
fucked back just as wild and climbed on him after the first fuck, going
straight for the second. He crawled from her bed two hours later, totally
sapped and drained. Mandy dozed off smiling.

                        *     *     *

Mandy awoke with that same smile still on her face and a bit sore and sticky
between the legs. She laid there for what seemed hours recalling her initiation
into the world of perverse recreational sex, recounting all that had happened
to bring on that perpetual smile. Before she threw off the covers and reached
for the vial of bitch scent, she said, "Fuck it! Dumb blonde bitches have more
fun. Duh!"

                                    The End