Date: Sun, 6 Jan 2008 22:20:25 +0000 (GMT)
From: slut <maleslut443@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Family Debt - Part 18

PART EIGHTEEN

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Rodney Hammond was not a man who had been lucky in love.
Or much else, for that matter. An unprepossessing
character, weak-looking and rather timid, his sexual
adventures over the entire forty years of his life to
date had consisted of some adolescent fumblings and one
drunken fuck in car park with the tea lady after an
office Christmas party some two years before. Alone and
frustrated, he had devoted his energies instead to issues
of protest. And it was one of these, a petition against a
local bypass, that had him now standing in the Ames'
porch staring at a woman with her dress and brassiere cut
away and wondering if he was still in his lonely bed
dreaming all of this.

"Yes?" Claire said, trying to ignore the way his
astonished eyes were travelling up and down her body.
"Can I help you?"

He brought his eyes up from her naked breasts with some
considerable difficulty, and stuttered out his reason for
being there.

Claire found herself rather enjoying the effect she was
having on him. She sucked in her stomach and pushed out
her breasts, the two parts of her ruined dress falling
further open. She watched his eyes leave her face, and
travel down her body again.

"You'd better come in," she said, and turned to go.

He followed her in nervously, and through to the living
room where his eyes widened even more. Samantha summed
him up for herself in one look. She watched his eyes rove
over the four women in the room, and then settle on
Dawn's arse.

"What's he want?" she asked Claire, noting her reaction
too. The vain bitch is only jealous that his attention
has shifted to her daughter, she thought with amusement.
So much for butter-wouldn't-melt.

"He has a petition for us to sign," Claire answered, as
carelessly as she if wasn't standing there with her dress
cut open and her tits hanging out. "His name's Rodney."

Samantha laughed. "We'll sign his petition for him,
alright," she said. His eyes were still transfixed by
Dawn's exposed arse. "He obviously wants the daughter,"
she said to Kay. "But he's not going to have her. He'll
have to be satisfied with her old tart of a mother."

Kay had a look in her eye that Samantha knew all too
well, a calculating look that meant she'd had one of her
wicked ideas. "I agree," she said. "But not just yet.
Give the company a ring and see if your bother-in-law is
still there."

Park

Tom felt his cock stirring as Steve used his tongue to
clean the last dribble of piss from it. Some part of him
was telling him that this was his grandson on his knees
in the filthy floor of a public lavatory wearing nothing
but his sister's panties and licking his cock, and that
he shouldn't be enjoying it. But another, much more
insistent, was saying the same thing and loving every
minute of it. The power that his daughter Samantha had
put in his hands was opening up so many new doors for
him, so many aspects of his own character that he had
never suspected were there.

"Make sure you clean under the foreskin, boy," he said as
he took out his mobile.

He shuddered as Steve complied, pushing his tongue
between the foreskin and the head and sending tingles
through his body. His sex life with his late wife had
been dull and unadventurous, and he had never expected to
experience any other kind. And certainly not with the
members of his own family.

He dialled the number as Steve finished his cleaning, and
at an order from Slutfucker crawled over to the two men.
When Cynthia answered, he asked after the whereabouts of
his son-in-law and was told that eh was being brought up
to the office by a couple of the women after a good
hosing down outside. He wished he could have been there
to see that, but he supposed he couldn't be everywhere.
Cynthia then went on to tell him about the phone call
from Samantha, and what she had planned. Something else
he was sorry he was going to miss.

"Right, Cynthia," he said. "After that, tell him to get
himself over to the public toilets by the park."

He said his goodbyes, and put away the mobile to
concentrate on what was happening to Steve. Bigdong had
knelt beside him and thrust his big hairy hand down the
back of the panties, fingering his arse. Slutfucker stood
in front, and slowly undid his zip. He pulled out along
heavy cock, still limp, and let it hang there inches from
Styeve's face.

"Kiss it, bitch." he commanded.

Steve leant forward and planted a kiss just above the
head.

"Good boy," Slutfucker commended him. "Bigdong here likes
to play with young cock and arse, so he's going to be
playing with yours. Me, what I like is to fuck face. And
I'm going to fuck yours, bitch. Not one of your prissy
blowjobs, I'm going to fuck it, fuck it like it's a cunt.
Because that's what you are, boy, aren't you? A cunt for
me to fuck."

Steve looked up at his face. "Yes, Sir," he said.

Tom looked down and saw that Steve's cock was rock hard
and jutting out of his sister's panties. Bigdong's other
hand came round and began to grope roughly at his cock
and balls. He saw Steve wince, then give a little sigh of
pleasure.

"Tell me. boy."

"I'm a cunt, Sir," Steve responded quickly. "A cunt for
you to fuck."

Slutfucker glanced over at Tom. "I don't know what
Grandad likes to do," he said.

Tom came forward, his cock still hanging out of his
trousers, and stood beside them. He got down on his
haunches and placed his hand on his grandson's hard cock.
"I'll mainly watch for now," he said, as he gently began
to caress Steve's cock while starting to slowly wank his
own. He saw that Bigdong had inserted a finger into
Steve's arsehole, and was moving it in and out.

"Fair enough," Slutfucker said.

He leaned over and took Steve's face in his hands.
Closing his mouth over the other's, he thrust his tongue
inside. Probing and exploring. Letting go, he
straightened and grabbed hold of Steve's hair.

"Open up that fuck hole, slut," he said, pushing the tip
of his cock against his lips.

Steve parted his lips, and Slutfucker immediately thrust
his cock into his mouth.  Keeping his head steady with
the firm grip on his hair, he began to fuck Steve's
mouth. Tom watched fascinated as the huge cock went in
and out, his own now hard under his hand. And he could
feel Steve's throbbing against his other hand. The boy
was almost ready to cum.

"The bitch told us he felt up his Mum last night,
Granddad," Slutfucker said, his voice a little strained
as he thrust his cock in and out of Steve's obliging
mouth. "Cunt and arse, he reckoned."

Tom nodded. "My daughter," he said. "He did just that."

Slutfucker gave a low whistle. "Cool," he commented.
"What about the Dad? Was he there?"

Tom smiled. "He was that," he said. "Having his arse
dildoed by his daughter at the time."

Slutfucker laughed, and then groaned as he let loose
pulses of thick cum into Steve's mouth. Steve gagged, and
then swallowed convulsively. At the same time, Tom felt
Steve's cock in his hand straining and then cum shot out
over the floor and his hand.

"I'd have loved to see that," Slutfucker said, as her
took his still-hard cock from Steve's mouth.  His hand
still gripping his hair, he wiped it down one cheek and
then the other.

Tom let go of Steve's cock, and wiped the cum that had
fallen and dribbled on it on the material of the panties.

"My other daughter took plenty of photographs," he said.
"I'm sure she'd be happy to share them."

John's View.

I stood there, naked and shivering, in my own office
looking across my desk at Cynthia sitting in my chair and
giving me a look of amused contempt. After Barney had
finished with me, without the old man's cock ever rising
to a full erection as he shoved it about inside my mouth,
the women from the factory floor had taken me out into
the yard and hosed me down with cold water from the
outside tap. They had taken particular delight in getting
me to bend over and spread my cheeks s that they could
take turns aiming the stream of water at my arsehole. The
water had cleaned Amanda's piss off my body, but it had
done nothing to rid the foul taste of Barney's filthy
cock from my mouth.

Cynthia was pushing retirement age. She had been Tom's
secretary before he had handed the running of the
business to me, and I had always known that she resented
the change. A romantic soft spot for the old man, I had
put it down to. And now she was certainly getting her
revenge on me for replacing him.

She got up from my chair and walked around the desk to
me. She stood in front of me, looking me up and down. She
reached out a bony hand and took a hold of my limp cock.
She rubbed it between her fingers, and the released it to
feel my balls.

"Get a man by the balls and you have him for life," she
said, laughing. "And your balls are well and truly got,
you sick little faggot."

She walked round behind me, and I felt her pinch my arse
cheek and then she gave it a slap.

"Bend over and spread, fag" she ordered.

I leaned over and reached back to separate my arse
cheeks. I immediately felt something thin and hard
penetrate my arsehole. My guess was a pen or pencil, and
soon I found out.

"You can straighten up now," she said. "And then go the
other side of the desk. Drop the pencil and the next
thing I ram up there will be bigger, and so on till we
find something you can hold."

My thoughts on the memory of one of the factory women
suggesting I be fucked with a broom handle kept my
arsehole firmly gripping  on to the pencil as I made my
way across my office. Not helped by Cynthia's laughter
behind me. I got to what had been my side of the desk and
stood there, the pencil still firmly in place. Not much
had been changed. My obligatory framed picture of Claire
had another taped over it, of her face between Samantha's
arse cheeks. And my drawers had been rifled through, even
the locked one, and some of the more embarrassing
contents strewn across the desk. Porn, a dildo, some
panties. Not that anything much could embarrass me more
now.

My eyes went to the computer screen, and the scene of my
own living room. Therte was a man there, a stranger to
me, He was fully dressed, except for the fact that his
cock was hanging out. And ion her knees holding that cock
in her hand and enthusiastically licking up and down the
shaft was my wife Claire. She was wearing the remnants of
her best part dress. In the background I could see my
daughter Dawn sitting in a chair, one leg draped over the
arm as she watched her Mum and fingered herself under the
skirt of her school uniform.

Cynthia came round beside me. She took hold of the pencil
and wiggled it about inside my arsehole.

"One of your favourite sites, I hear," she said.

I glanced down at the corner of the screen where the
viewing figures were shown. It was already over three
hundred, and rising fast. I had posted dozens of secret
pictures of Claire on the site, but now they were seeing
her for real. And tonguing another man's cock. While mine
was growing hard. Cynthia noticed, and grabbed hold of it
with her free hand.

"You like it," she said, laughing. "All those men
watching your wife sucking a stranger's cock, and it's
turning you on. A sick little perverted bitch, that's
what you are." She began to stroke my cock, while
pressing the pencil further up my arsehole. "You're going
to cum for me, you pathetic sissy cuck," she said. "All
over your desk, and then you're going to lick it all up
for me."

On the screen, Claire had let go of the man's cock and
had turned around on all fours. He pulled away her ruined
dress and knelt down behind her. Grabbing hold of her
panties, he dragged them down her thighs and then sat
looking for a moment at what he had exposed.

"Yes, Ma'am," I said to Cynthia.