Chapter 76

Crystal tried to pick the ball up with her mouth. She couldn’t open her jaw wide enough to pick it up -but she kept trying, crawling in the yard naked like a dog. I am sure she used to know her neighbors pretty well in the trailer park just like I knew mine where we lived. The trailers were crammed together pretty closely.

I doubted she’d ever live down playing fetch with her sons in the nude on the lawn. It occurred to me that was all the more reason not to stop this behavior after the Program was completed. It’s not like anyone would ever stop thinking of Crystal or I as anything except dumb bimbos and stupid whores anyway.

Tommy whipped another tennis ball at his mother’s head and beaned her right in the butt. It bounced off harmlessly. “Go get it, bring them back! Flabby Crabby!” he called to her like he was talking to a happy puppy.

The boys tossed tennis balls at their mother and hit her in the tit, back of the head, butt, and other spots on her body while she chased the ball and tried to get it – never being able to open her jaw wide enough to actually pick it up with her mouth. She’d dutifully crawl after them, chase them down, and then crawl back quickly and return the balls with her hands – but each time she put in the effort to try to fetch them with her mouth!

I admired Crabby’s persistence! She looked absolutely pathetic and ridiculous out in the yard making a naked fool of herself but continued excitedly no matter what they said or did to her.

I decided to simply join her, even though no one told me that I had to do it. I began ‘arfing’ and presenting my ass so the boys could throw tennis balls at me. I gnawed on it like a good puppy, but I couldn’t pick it up with my teeth either. When I returned my first one, I dropped it at Dewey’s feet. He smiled and picked it up. “Go long, girl!”

I smiled and galloped as fast as I could – big old swollen belly, massive milk-filled tits, huge ass, all on my hands and knees. There was an empty patch of grass and weeds behind the trailers, where we could play – but everyone in the park that lived around there could probably see us. I didn’t think about my pride or dignity any longer –those things didn’t feel like something I needed.

The guys were nice enough to remove the mouse trap on my tongue, but teased that they’d snap it on my pussy lips or tits. I smiled and galloped off to fetch another long ball. Usually, they aimed directly for my body as if I was going to catch it.

The guys beaned me in the head a few times, and never apologized – but I assumed it was probably on accident. Most of the time, they hit me on the butt or boobs when they whipped the ball toward me as we played a wild game of fetch.

Crabby smiled at me while we were roleplaying doggies, and we got a little frisky with one another – like we were going to fight. It was a lot of fun (to me) - gnashing teeth, growling, and arfing like dumb bimbo doggies.

Reese insisted that his sistter play. Julie was great at being a puppy, but it was obvious to me that she wasn’t having fun – she was just really good at it. She even found a way to bring the ball back by biting a little of the fuzz and holding it in her teeth!

At one point, the guys decided to hose us down with the garden hose – squirting us in the face while making us play fetch. The funny thing was – I didn’t want to stop at all. I had volunteered for this activity and felt like I was getting away with something because for the first time in a long time I did something without being told to do it.

It was a fun game, even though I got really wet (my body and my pussy). A little later, the boys let us come back in under the tarp and air-dry. Savannah and Cheyenne were permitted to remove the clothespins from their tits, after their brothers made them acknowledge that Timmy and Tommy were the bosses of them.

Eventually, it began to rain and get muddy – but the guys insisted we keep playing puppy outside. A few people who lived in the trailer park came outside to watch the three naked ladies make fools of themselves and laugh when we got beaned with one of the balls. I’d say by the end it was less a game of fetch and more of a game of target practice with us just returning the balls so they could whip them at one of us again.

Misty and Savannah seemed much less defiant after that. It was almost as if they had to go through this ritual of dressing down to accept it. In a little while, Savannah was sitting on the couch with her arm around Timmy. Misty was sitting on Tommy’s lap on the couch next to him. If I didn’t know better, I would think that they might be boyfriend and girlfriend.

I also learned through eavesdropping that the reason Misty had recently been volunteering for the request booth was simply because her grades had dipped; students get extra credit on their grades for participation in the request booth, and her father wanted her to do well in the Program, so he insisted she stay and do as many extra credit things as possible with her mother.

Eventually, we were allowed to come back under the awning and drip-dry, while Misty and Savannah sat on the couch naked – awaiting customers.

The rain let up a little. “Of course, now, it stopped raining,” Misty observed sourly that she had spent the better part of an hour in it. She asked her brothers to be nice to them and stop being such meanies. “If you are nice to us, we’ll be nice to you.”

“Why should we be nice?” Tommy scowled.

“Because then we’ll be REALLY nice to you,” Misty rubbed her little brother’s chest and indicated she’d fuck him.

“I can bone you anytime I want.”

“Yeah, you can, but I’ll make it really good, Tommy. Why don’t you ease up on us, okay?” Misty tried seducing her little brother, to gain a little sympathy. It seemed a little too obvious to me. Misty was a better liar than that – I thought she could make it seem more subtle and believable that she deserved sympathy.

“Nah,” Tommy spun his sister around and pulled her arm behind her back. Misty could have resisted quite easily. He put his arm around her neck to restrain her and twisted her arm behind her. It was almost comical because I could tell Misty wasn’t afraid. He unzipped his pants and stuck his cock in her pussy and began fucking. He let go of her neck and arm – and she let him continue using her pussy.

She fucked back, and he fucked her right outside in front of all three of us. I could smell Misty’s wet pussy, as she bent over the couch and looked over her shoulder at him, almost begging to be taken. The tough teenage girl seemed very vulnerable at that moment as she matched his pace. At first, she seemed she had no respect for her brother but letting him fuck her like this on the front porch painted a different picture of Misty wanting to be taken.

Her friends from school, Cheyenne and Darby, turned up while she was getting fucked on the couch by her brother. Misty didn’t seem particularly happy to see them – she also didn’t seem to be getting an orgasm even though she periodically moaned and begged her brother to cum.

Her friends both had churlish expressions that suggested they were coming over to gloat – not empathize.

“Unless you got fifty bucks, we are working,” Misty told them both with a frown, still taking it from behind. I was on my hands and knees with Crystal and Julie, shivering wet from playing fetch in the rain. Her brother finally came inside of her. She looked happy to finally be done. Tommy grabbed her by her hair and pulled him close – to French kiss her.

It was obvious she didn’t want to do it. I have to admit, of all the nasty things that I do, this is one of my least favorite. I always want to tell the men that they should see the kinds of things I put in my mouth before they explore it with their tongues.

Her friends laughed, when Misty acquiesced to her little brother and gave him a minimally viable French Kiss. He wiped his dick in her long blonde hair -to express his displeasure, before forcing her to sit down on his knee when he took her place on the couch.

Cheyenne was wearing a very skimpy leopard print miniskirt and slutty blouse. Even women who didn’t go nude felt comfortable going around with no panties or bra under their clothes, and it was far more common than when I was a teenager. Darby was topless and wore only a tight-fitting pair of jeans. She was flat-chested but seemed to delight in showing off her little nubby nipples. I had seen her like that at school several times- it was pretty common for women to go topless in some areas, especially trailer trash types like Cheyenne and Darby.

“What’s the matter, Misty? We’re just coming over to be friendly,” the girls sat down as if they were invited to do it. I assumed from Timmy and Tommy’s reaction that these girls regularly showed up. Misty shifted uncomfortably off her brother’s knee and sat next to him. “Are we interrupting your fun times with your brothers?” they giggled.

Misty’s friends were tall, and they towered over her brothers – they had no respect for Timmy or Tommy and were clearly amused that Misty had to obey and fuck them.

“So, you are the ones who convinced their Daddy to let their little brothers run the show?” Cheyenne turned her attention to us when Misty tried to ignore her. She asked Julie the question, not me.

“I didn’t convince Daddy of anything. He barely speaks to me,” Julie called Danny Gibbons Daddy when she was at their house.

“You must have done something because after you stopped coming around, Daddy made a few rule changes, and now it looks like this place is humming,” Cheyenne observed with a smile.

“You don’t know, Cheyenne. You’ve never turned tricks,” Misty glowered.

“Don’t have to, my Daddy works to pay our bills,” Cheyenne scrunched her nose up and made a sour face in her friend’s direction.

“Are you just here to gloat? Did you bring some weed? What gives?” Misty asked angrily. She made no secret that she wanted the girls to get lost.

“Wanted to come over and see your new friends,” Cheyenne looked at Reese invitingly. Darby gave a casual glance of appraisal at Dewey and smiled slightly.

“Forget it, they don’t want your stinky pussy squeezings on their dick. They can fuck their sister anytime they like. She’s 10x hotter than you trailer trash hos.”

Cheyenne and Darby both glanced in Julie’s direction and laughed at her bald head. “She ain’t so pretty without that blonde hair, though.”

“I have wigs, Ma’am,” Julie replied politely – even though it was doubtful anyone would punish her if she was rude to those two little cunts -they only came over to rub salt in their ex-friend’s wounds.

“I have wigs,” Darby sarcastically imitated my daughter and made it sound like she was stuck up. Julie frowned. “Go over there and suck their cocks!” she pointed to Tommy, Reese and Dewey and gave my daughter an order.

“Do you want me to suck your dicks?” Julie asked the guys politely if that’s what they wanted her to do. Darby seemed frustrated she couldn’t just start bossing my daughter around.

“Get over here and lick these nuts!” Tommy spread his legs, pulled out his dick. He pushed Misty to his knees, as he held up his flaccid, freshly fucked dick.

Darby and Cheyenne giggled as they watched my daughter crawl across the patio and start sucking on Tommy’s limp cock.

“You are just jealous you don’t have tits like hers,” Misty sneered at them.

“Tell your sister it’s time for a spanking!” Cheyenne playfully told Timmy and Tommy. Interestingly, Timmy denied her request and told her that she was a flat-chested bimbo.

Cheyenne and Darby found a reason to leave shortly after – even though my daughter was still huffing and slurping on Tommy’s dick.

Misty and her brothers laughed at them after they left while my daughter sucked Tommy hard again, and then sucked his brother’s dick completely while the rest of us watched. No customers came while it rained.

That night was really slow. We spent a lot of time hanging out on the patio and talking. I found out that while Timmy and Tommy lorded their authority over their sisters, they were still protective. They could tease their sisters, but they didn’t like it when people who weren’t invited to do so tried it.

After a few hours serving at the house, I started obeying Timmy and Tommy as if it was an order from Julie, Reese, or Dewey. Misty and Savannah. Reese and Dewey didn’t seem to mind, but none of them tried to boss around the Gibbons girls either.

Misty and Savannah also got daily enemas after the rules changed. They used to get them before their mom entered the Program, but never out on the patio with those huge gallon jugs. Dewey encouraged them to make the girls put a finger up their asses and jog around the trailer a few times – making them do more laps if they weren’t fast enough before they were allowed to release.

It was fun being teased like that -even though I found it tough to run while pregnant.

Misty didn’t like “Having the shit blasted out of her,” and she was pretty vocal about it. Still, Timmy and Tommy insisted that before she started working, she had to have “her shit-pipes cleaned out like a whistle.”

It sounded like the exact quote for that instruction came down from their father,

I probably only fucked four men before dinner time. That’s still a lot, considering it was Tuesday, and the guys had several teenage girls to choose from. The only reason I got so many was that being bald made me seem exotic, and the regulars were used to the Gibbons girls and wanted to give me a try. I am sure my huge tits were also a factor.

Several men found having sex with a pregnant woman to be very sexy. They were much more careful with me than I expected. I was so turned on and horny I was ready to get rough. All the training and working out over the last few months had increased my endurance and sexual appetite.

At dinner, Timmy and Tommy wanted to see both Crystal and I milk ourselves into each other’s mouths, and she squirted me in the eye with hers playfully. Instead of preparing something healthy and nutritious, the boys served several cans of Chef Boyardee Spaghetti-Os mixed with pork and beans by pouring them out on the concrete and watching as the girls ate them.

Julie and I ate off the floor with just our faces. Savannah and Misty were permitted to use their fingers to pick it up and eat it. They sneered the whole time, but they should have appreciated that their brothers COULD have made it harder on them.

Crystal was forbidden to eat until we finished, and she got whatever was left. I had really disgusting tomato and bean sauce all over my face at the end. Reese took a picture of us grubbing for food on the ground. He texted it to his father.

Jim wrote back, “LOL! Laura thinks that is hilarious. Good job, Son! Have fun!”

I squirted pussy juice involuntarily all over my thighs when Reese showed me that – Laura used to give me anxiety and a headache, now her disgust with me and ridicule turned me on.

“Do you bitches want hot dogs?” Timmy asked – judging by his face, I knew there would be a catch.

Misty and Savannah didn’t seem enthusiastic, but they still begged for them. I begged as well because I thought they meant dicks.

The boys brought packs of uncooked hot dogs out of the fridge. They stuffed four or five in Misty’s mouth, one in her asshole, and one in her pussy. She cringed and held them in her mouth until she was given permission to eat. It seemed pretty obvious to me from her reaction – she expected them to do this to her.

They did the same to a reluctant Savannah. Then their mother was required to eat the smushed hot dogs in their pussy and asses.

“Your cunts want hot dogs?” Timmy asked my sons to decide what we wanted for Julie and me. That was fine with me – either way, but if they had asked, I would have answered yes – it seemed deeply unpleasant and I knew I could take even more Hot Dogs than Misty and Savannah, probably twice as many.

My sons offered a bemused nod for us. We allowed Timmy and Tommy to “feed” us the same way. Years before I was born, a comedian who is still alive in 2047, Steve Martin, once wrote, “Whenever I want to feel funny, I just put bologna in my shoes”.

Try sticking a cold hot dog in your cunt and asshole – it “feels disgusting” – kind of funny, I suppose. It doesn’t stay whole for long, especially if you have strong asshole/pussy muscles. I shredded mine quickly.

Reese made us eat the hot dogs out of each other’s butts while Dewey laughed and took photos to send to his Aunt Laura and his Father.

Jim wrote back that he found it funny, but that Laura thought it was disgusting when my sons sent the photos to their father. “She said that you shouldn’t encourage them to be so incestuous and revel in pleasure,” is what the text from Jim said.

I thanked the boys for allowing me to read the texts. I had given up my phone months earlier and almost forgotten what it was like to read one. I also said that I appreciated being allowed to eat fresh food (even uncooked hot dogs tasted good to me after what I usually ate).

The guys laughed, and Misty and Savannah both thought I was a kiss-ass brown noser. “Are you a little brown noser teacher’s pet?” Timmy asked while pulling his jeans and underwear down to his ankles – and showing me his little ass.

Dewey told me to stick my nose all the way into Timmy’s butt while he held his butt cheeks apart – and show him what I was. I have to admit, that I felt intense humiliation AND had an orgasm while I put my face in his ass crack.

Timmy had such an angel’s face, but a very dirty and unwashed ass crack. He literally got a little brown on my nose when I motorboated my nose in his crack. I also lovingly licked his balls and kissed his asshole. I didn’t mind having to “brown nose” him – in fact I was reveled in the experience- I could almost hear Laura reminding me of that.

I strong felt that it was my place to be treated like this, and I was thrilled that these boys had absolutely no sympathy for me. I craved the protein shakes that I was supposed to consume three times a day. I begged to use some of Crabby’s mixture, but it tasted much weaker and far less thick than what I made at home.

They didn’t wait for me to suck down a baby’s bottle worth of protein shake. They started physically teasing me and Julie. I enjoyed how rough they could be slapping my tits and calling me a fat ass. Dewey and Reese were conditioned not to body shame and rarely ridiculed my body. I think they would have written dirty things on my body, but I was there to work and usually men weren’t turned on by the disgusting things the boys wrote on us.

Around 9 pm, when it got dark and the streetlights came on, I was allowed to wear a blonde wig. My daughter became redheaded, and Misty called her “Ms. Collins” as if it were an insult. We had about 17 more customers by the end of the night. I fucked my daughter with a strap-on and sucked it clean in front of one man. However, most of the time, it was just Julie and I making out and taking it up the ass when we were chosen.

Most men probably knew we had on wigs, and didn’t care.

It was Tuesday, so the Gibbons didn’t continue working past 11:30 pm because the rush was over. They stop when Uncle Leo tells them to stop and that was right before midnight. I tried to clean up all the cum and sweat on my body, but it was dark and there was too much of a mess.

“I’ve got to go piss,” Timmy announced excitedly.

Tommy agreed. I could see from the look on his sister’s faces that they expected the guys would piss on them.

“Please, guys, we did everything you said, and we were good. Don’t piss all over us,” Misty was already going down to her knees on the concrete. Savannah stood there waiting for confirmation.

“Want to piss on my sisters’ pretty face?” Timmy asked my sons if they wanted to give Misty and Savannah a piss bath after a slow night of prostitution.

Reese and Dewey smacked my butt and told Juile and I to squat down and wait next to them. Savannah and Misty were all too happy to point out Julie and I were willing targets. Julie didn’t encourage or discourage, but I opened my mouth wide, spread my legs, and squatted in the observation position. I had drunk piss before, but only in limited amounts.

All four teenage boys whipped out their dicks and pissed all over us. They got us in the eyes and faces; Timmy aimed straight for my mouth, and I swallowed as much as I could. He sprayed my nose and tits.

There was no living this down – this was a full on piss-bath. I could only imagine Laura’s face when she saw the pictures after this was over. The taste was disgusting and I felt completely degraded – I am sure she would be thrilled.

Savannah sounded like she would throw up. However, Misty smacked her sister’s butt and told her to stop making gagging noises because it would make HER throw up. “They do this every night, now. It won’t do any good to make those noises.”

Timmy called it a “Piss Party For Pitiful Pussies and Poop-Faced Princesses.”

Dewey said that was a “PPPPFP” and they pronounced it by making farting noises that they attributed to us women. I was glad they were having fun and even repeated the phrase “Piss Party For Pitiful Pussies and Poop-Faced Princesses.”

“You are no fucking Poop-faced Princess,” Timmy pinched my nose, and stuck his fingers in my nostrils like my head was a bowling ball. “You are a Pitiful Pussy with absolutely no shame or sense! You love this treatment, don’t you?”