Chapter 8: New Arrangements

Obviously, Ella and Phil couldn’t keep on constantly having three-ways with Dan day after day. After those first two days Phil called a family conference after dinner.

“We can’t get our bitch fixed...”

“NO!” squealed Ella.

“Even though she’s in heat all the time. Don’t deny it! Look, Dan, I’m not a teenager like you. Three or four times a week is what I can do without resorting to chemical enhancements. And I don’t like being left out, either. You shouldn’t get too used to Ella’s fantastic pussy. Motherfucking isn’t a long-term healthy choice for a young man.

“She’s MY bitch, boy, and that’s not going to change. I’m taking charge, and you’re going to like it or lump it. Dan, you get her just one time during every week, and also one time on Sundays sharing with me. No more. We want you going out with girls, like on Friday and Saturday nights like a normal kid. And I want time to be just with Ella only, too.

“Is that fair? I don’t care. Fair or not, that’s what we’re going to do. Right, bitch?”

“Yes, dear.”

“Right, Dan?”

“You got it, uh, thank you for sharing.”

“Smart ass. Go whack off in your bedroom while I show her who’s the boss. Strip, Bitch, and go get in our bed.”

Phil walked in after her and undressed. Despite what he said earlier, he’s fully erect and ready for action. She watched him bobble over and grab the lube from the nightstand.

“Tonight, no grass stains on my knees. I’m gonna fuck your ass in bed like a normal person. No, don’t move, stay on your back just like that. I want to look you in the eye while I plow you.”

“But, sweetie, I didn’t prepare for this.”

“Too fucking bad. You’re greased up, here comes trouble.”

The next thing they both realized was the Phil wasn’t alone in there. He carried on, nonetheless, smirking.

“I’m, so, uh, full.”

“Quiet, bitch, fuck me back.”

Coincidentally in separate bedrooms Phil and his son ejaculated at the exact same time.

“Phil, hang on, don’t move.”

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m fairly certain when you leave me, you’re going to have company with you. Um, following you out.”

“I see. So, what can we do about it?”

“Beats me, Phil. We’re in trouble.”

“I can’t stay in here forever. Like Aristotle said, ‘Shit happens.’ I’ll help you clean up.”

“It was Socrates, and I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry, it’s my fault. Your hot ass called me, and I had to answer. I guess your bowels are answering back. Oh, well, I’m gonna pull out now.”

He had to look down and watch. Phil came out with an add-on, an extension. Then a couple of fellow travelers. She was gaping open then slowly closed up.

“How bad is it?”

“Um, I have an attachment. And there’s couple of, well, if you think of flashlight batteries, they’re size C. Not gooey, though.”

“Oh! Do I need to, uh, clean you?”

“You are one kinky bitch, Ella. But no, you don’t need to.”

“I was thinking, my ass needs cleaning just like your cock. Just turn yourself around and let’s do each other.”

“Good God, Bitch, you’re a sex monster. I love you so much!”

Actually, he found that he didn’t have much to do down there, so he moved up to make her clit squeaky clean.

After they recovered from their orgasms, they just threw a towel over the slightly dirtied bottom sheet and cuddled. They drifted off to sleep, exhausted.