That's a human bitch; that's home entertainment; that's how you degrade a woman like her. Make her live like a bitch, day in and day out. No privacy and no intimate secrets.
Perhaps, he just didn't think of it or didn't have total control over his woman. Heather knew she could help in both events. If his wife couldn't pussy whip him, she could.
Heather figured he'd think of it after sex and whip his bitch into submission if he ever wanted more young pussy. The question was, would he have the balls to fuck a minor in front of his wife and kids. He would if he were properly motivated and the minor made all the overtures. That was doable.
Heather couldn't wait to meet with Harold and get her thousand questions answered. He couldn't wait to see her to show her that he learned his lesson.
No sooner were they seated then his hand was up her skirt feeling her naked pussy without asking permission. She liked that. He was a bright boy and soon had his fist up her cunt, her blouse undone, and both tits exposed-a gutsy little bastard, too.
Heather let him have his way with her body as she got her questions answered.
She found that Jenny, his mother, was a Suzie Homemaker from a Born-Again Christian upbringing, but she wasn't mousy. Douglas, his father was mousy, a little guy. He was the bright one, an attorney. Jenny could whip his ass, but he made all the money. He told her she had to wear dresses and couldn't wear panties. The dress with panties was their compromise and he had to fight hard to get her to compromise.
Jenny fought him and the dog and fought well until only recently. Most of what Harold saw was in the past month, and Bill's spying was done just last week.
Jenny was losing the fight and was no longer putting up much of a struggle against Douglas or the dog. The fact that he wanted her to be the dog's bitch had been in the open for several months. The whole family knew. Jenny answered to Bitch, and if told to let the dog sniff her bitch pussy, she'd allow his head under her dress and endure the sniff, which was really a crotch licking, which always led to a mounting, which more and more was a successful mounting, a successful mounting being defined as one where her dress was pushed up out of the way so that they could see the dick poking her panty-covered pussy.
Douglas was responsible for getting her dress out of the way, but she'd stop him from pulling her panties out of the way. What he won, he had won by degrees. By persistent effort, he was now pushing her dress into her armpits and freeing her tits. She'd try to cover her naked tits with an arm, but that made it difficult to defend her crotch. Her bestial rapes were assisted rapes.
Ruff and Douglas were a good team that Jenny was on the verge of surrendering completely to. Heather couldn't arrive on the scene at a more opportune time.
All Jenny needed was a little push to go over the edge. Against Douglas, Ruff, and Heather, she stood no chance whatsoever.
Heather resolved to take the licking, but Jenny was taking the first fuck, buck naked and balls deep the way a good bitch should. Afterward, Heather would shave the bitch's pussy for her. They'd have her put on high heels. Douglas would place Ruff's collar on her, and in that proper attire, she'd assume her role as the family bitch and home entertainment center. Anyway, that was the plan she came up with on the bus.
Heather explained her plan to Harold on the walk home with his finger up her ass the entire way. He loved the plan and was sure it would work. When they arrived at her door, he tried to fuck her standing up but couldn't reach high enough to get more than the head in. He had to jump up and down to get a fuck and that constantly dislodged him. Heather took pity, brought him into the empty house, stripped naked for him, laid down, and allowed him to rut on her body.
He seemed to enjoy it. Heather was a bit disappointed in her first true fuck, but it was fun watching the little guy rut. He reminded her of a poodle-all energy and hardly any equipment.
He was a squirter, though, and she thought about the semen she'd just taken in her unprotected womb, only she thought about it after she'd taken it. Bearing a bastard was a pleasant thought, but not his bastard. Daddy's bastard, a black man's bastard, a wino's bastard, a rapist's bastard, yes, but not a shrimp, brainiac, book-toter's bastard.
Heather had to kill two hours before both of Harold's parents would be home.
Jenny wasn't employed but she did volunteer work at the public library. They'd both be home at six. Harold killed five minutes, but then was ushered out of the house so Heather could douche by lying in the tub with her cunt lifted and opened under falling water from the faucet spout-a good way to masturbate but a great way to douche.
While there, she showered and shaved her pussy extra close. She made herself pretty and carefully selected her attire, trying on several skirt and blouse combinations to see which looked best with nothing underneath. She opted for a thin white cotton blouse because her naked tits showed through so well.
The skirt was a pleated skirt from her Junior High days, the eighth grade when she was a pompom girl. She could barely get it snapped and talk about short.
She'd grown a lot in two years. The hem just barely hid her twat.
Black shoes and white socks completed the outfit and she modeled before a floor-length mirror, admiring the effect.
She looked young, but she looked like a well-developed young.
She sure liked showing that much leg. She had great legs and the skirt showed all of her great legs.
Heather had the look she was after. She'd make an impression on someone. If Douglas was any kind of man, he'd be a hard man at first glance. Once hard, he'd be easy.
Jenny would take one look and see a little slut.
She would not approve of her son associating with such a girl and would not want him to bring her into their home. Tough tittie, Miss Kitty. Heather giggled. She was feeling naughty, very naughty.
Jenny was in for a rough night.
At six-fifteen, Heather left the house, headed five houses down, but in their neighborhood, five houses down was almost two regular city blocks. She left a note for her father to call at the Goldsteins' because she didn't want to return to an empty house unless she had to.
Harold was to see that Ruff was put away until after introductions were made.
If he weren't, there'd be no introductions.
One look at all that bare leg, knowing pussy was at the top, and he'd get busy.
He'd smell the peanut butter long before he got there.
Heather had a peanut butter wad as big as a tennis ball, rolled into a turd shape, hardened in the refrigerator, and stuffed deep just before she left the house. If Harold waited too long, the brown cream would start leaking out-not a pretty sight for those who didn't know what it was. Once Ruff started licking, they'd never see any unless he quit before he got it all. He never had before, and she had thirty minutes worth up her snatch, long enough to thaw the coldest bitch, long enough to give the Pope an erection.
Harold met her at the door and led her in. The others were waiting in the living room to meet his new girlfriend.
Jenny had insisted the dog be put away. She put on a nice dress and freshened up to meet Harold's first girlfriend. Douglas kept his suit coat and tie on.
They even made Bill put a white shirt on and comb his hair.
As Harold brought Heather into the room, Douglas' eyes went wide and Jenny's jaw dropped. Bill said, "Wow, Heather Elton! You never said your girlfriend was Heather. Way to go, Harry."
Harry led Heather before his gawking father and said, "See, Dad, didn't I tell you she was a knock out. Doesn't she have great legs? Show him the back of your legs, Heather."
Heather turned and planted her feet shoulder width apart as Jenny exclaimed,
"Harold! That's rude."
If she thought that was rude, when Harold lifted the back of Heather's skirt so his Daddy could see her pussy and said, "Aren't they great legs, Dad?" Jenny almost shit, especially when Heather bent forward and placed her hands on her knees.
Douglas sat forward to closely examine the most gorgeous shaved pussy he'd ever seen in his life as his amazing son showed more of the sexy girl's bare ass, pushing the skirt up on her back. Jenny, hanging on the back of her husband's chair, was speechless, seeing the same thing Douglas was. Bill came around the chair to kneel at his father's knee for the best view he could get, and that prompted Jenny to say, "Harold, stop that.
You're being vulgar. That is no way to treat a girl, especially a guest in our home."
Harold said, "She doesn't mind. She'll even let you feel. Do you want to feel her legs, Dad? You can if you want. Feel all over. She likes being felt up.
Feel anywhere, even between her legs if you want. She don't mind. She's a slut."
Douglas and Bill were already taking Harold up on the offer and focusing on the most intimate areas as Jenny said, "Oh my god! Douglas, you get your hands off that girl.
Bill, you get over here, now. Harold, put her skirt down this instant and button her blouse back up."
They all did as Jenny said, but Heather stood and shrugged the blouse off before Harold could button it. She turned around to display her proud titties, now wearing only the skirt, shoes, and socks. She took the initiative and moved to greet Jenny with an outstretched hand, politely saying, "You must be Jenny.