Chapter 23

I saw the young waiter’s expression when he saw our vehicle. We were both hiding behind it so he didn’t see us. It was clear he was not happy the minivan was parked there, and he looked like he was about to extinguish his cigarette and run back inside to tell the manager. Jessica poked her head around the back of the minivan and shouted, “Hey!”

The young man finally noticed her and took a step towards us. Jessica, cool as a cucumber, stepped out from behind the minivan so he would see she was bottomless. His eyes bulged and he stopped mid step.

“Are you okay?” He asked with concern clearly evident on his face.

“Sure, we’re fine,” Jessica replied, throwing me under the bus by letting him know she wasn’t alone.

“Where are your pants?” He asked, not for a second averting his eyes.

“I don’t wear pants. My skirt is in the van. Why? Don’t you like what you see?” She asked in a calm, sexy voice. I know I couldn’t have spoken to the young man at all, much less sounded as self-assured as Jessica.

After meeting Karen inside Walmart, I knew we were supposed to always call strange men “Sir” but it probably would have scared him off if she’d done that. Jessica was being casual and slutty, and it seemed to coax the waiter to continue to talk to us. He seemed more frightened of us than we did of him!

“This is your car?” he asked, ignoring Jessica’s question. I wanted to correct him and tell him it was a minivan, not a car. Of course I didn’t. I was still hiding. “You have to move it. There’s no parking there. But there’s tons of spots out front,” He said, his eyes still glued to her hairy pussy.

“I’ll let you use me if you don’t make us move?” she offered in a voice that could melt butter. She put a finger to her pussy and slipped it between her folds, to emphasize the offer.

“Is this a prank?” He asked, looking around as if expecting to identify a camera or two.

“No, really. I can’t go inside without my skirt, so I’m looking after the minivan. If you pretend it’s not parked here, I’ll make it worth your while. We both will,” she assured him.

With that said, she reached to me and grabbed my hand, pulling me out from behind my minivan so he could see that I too was half-naked.

“This is not a joke?” He repeated his question in disbelief.

“Do we look like we’re joking? We’re just two horny sluts who weren’t allowed inside with our family. But we will make it memorable for you if you are willing to overlook the minivan?” she asked. “I’ll even take out my butt plug so you can use my asshole if you want?” she offered, then turned and bent at the waist so he could see her little butt plug in her tailpipe.

“Whoa! Fuck!” he exclaimed. “Um, sure? But I have to be quick so the manager doesn’t come looking for me?” It was a question, not a statement. I had no idea how long it’d take him to fuck my daughter.

“Then get over here, silly!” Jessica teased in a sultry voice that sounded like she’d lifted the words right out of a movie. She probably had.

“Can I see your tits?” he asked, coming closer. He didn’t seem shy so much as disbelieving that this could be happening to him.

Jessica giggled. She actually giggled at the request while lifting her tee-shirt to expose her boobs. She batted her long, natural eyelashes and smiled teasingly at him.

“Can I see yours too, lady?” He asked me. I felt like I had no choice. Jessica was running this little scene, and I had no say in what happened. I slowly and reluctantly lifted my own shirt, unveiling my boobs to his gaze.

The young man took a moment to glance over his shoulder at the door behind him then took the remaining steps over to us. He lifted his hand as if to touch our chests but hesitated at the last second.

“Go on, feel them. Mine are firmer than Drip’s.”

“That’s your name? Fartbox?” he asked. He must have noticed the writing on our foreheads. As if our names weren’t written prominently enough. He didn’t hesitate any longer though. He put one hand on each of our boobs and squeezed like he was testing fruit for firmness. I finally found my voice.

“We could both suck you off together, if you want?” I offered. I wasn’t sure if I should call him sir or not. We had been told how to address strangers, but Jessica hadn’t, so...

“Fuck yeah! Two months for the price of one!” He agreed.

He immediately let go of our boobs and started fumbling with his pants while herding us back around behind the minivan. We were quickly on our knees looking at another dick.

The guy only lasted a few minutes with us both working his cock. Being competitive, we played a game to see who would get his cum. Our rules were simple and I admit we used his dick instead of him using our mouths. There were just a few hastily agreed-to rules. The first was that we couldn’t use our hands. The second was that whoever had his knob in her mouth, the other would count to ten then the sucker would give it up.

Jessica tried to cheat of course. I started counting slowly, being fair. When it was her turn, she counted a little faster, so on my turn, I counted a little faster too. Then she counted really fast so that I’d have to give up the cock sooner. When I had my next turn, of course, I was slow to give it up to her.

Jessica slapped the back of my head and threatened to tell her dad on me for cheating. I called her a bitch and she responded that I was a cock-hog. She even added an ‘oink oink’.

After voicing surprise about us being related and mistakenly saying he’d never had sisters suck his cock, the guy told us to play fair and asked us not to fight over his dick.

I was flattered he thought I was young enough to be Jessica’s older sister. Jessica glared at me like that was an insult to her. We didn’t correct him though because we were busy sharing his dick.

I could tell he was secretly pleased that two girls were fighting to be the one to blow him. While she sucked his dick the next round, I told Jess that if she was going to count so fast, she had to count to twenty before I counted to twenty myself, and to be fair, I didn’t even count as fast as I could.

Jessica did count to twenty, but it was still really fast, so on her next turn, I pushed the back of her head down on his dick, forcing her to take it to the root. She was a knob sucker by default. Of course she choked and gagged and at twenty, I pulled her off him by her hair. She gasped for breath when her mouth came off him. I felt like I’d won that round.

Jessica tried to do the same thing to me, this time counting at a reasonable speed, but I just took his whole six inches all the way in and started humming a happy tune while Jessica tried to pound my head into his crotch. At twenty, Jessica pulled me back by my hair, really pulling hard, too. My mouth really flew off his cock. I’m lucky I didn’t get whiplash.

Still, I did the same thing to her again on my next turn counting. We were competing and he was providing the cock. Neither of us really thought too much about his pleasure. We were both seeing it as a chance to win a bet, not as a chance to be the best cock-sucker.

The game went on like that for about four more rounds. You know the definition of stupid? It’s doing the same thing over and over, expecting different results. I was getting the desired result, but Jessica wasn’t. She’d choke and gag every time I pushed her down onto his cock. She kept trying to get me to gag as well, but he was only six inches, and I was giving him great head while she tried to crush my nose against his groin.

I got his cum and I swallowed his whole nasty load before Jessica even realized he’d climaxed. Jessica was surprised when he pulled away from her instead of letting her take his cock in her mouth again. She was so focused on trying to make me gag she hadn’t even heard him roar his release. It was really funny! We should have made a bet with consequences, was my first thought.

“Can I send my buddy out here?” He asked while pushing Jessica’s head away from his groin.

It was really cute. I liked that he was so polite and if either of us had said no, he most likely would have accepted our refusal. Of course Jessica was just realizing she’d lost and she was pissed. She told him he could send everyone that worked there out and we’d suck as many dicks as we could before our family got done eating.

“There’s more of you?” He asked as he zipped his pants back up, and it was clear he was asking if there were more sluts in our family.

“No, Sir,” I said, then told him it was just my husband, two sons and another daughter, but none of them are cocksuckers like us.

“You’re her MOM?” he asked, his eyes going wide. “What does your husband think of you and your daughter sucking dick in the parking lot while he’s not here?”

He made me giggle. It sounded like he was more surprised that it’d be okay if Kendrick were watching than not okay to him under any circumstances.

“Yes Sir, I am her mother. My name is Drip, it is a pleasure to meet you,” I said with an almost straight face as I offered to shake his hand and introduce myself. It seemed so funny to me. I heard snickers from Jessica as she followed up with a similar introduction.

The waiter once again seemed like he was looking for a hidden camera. I’m sure he didn’t believe we could be real. I wondered if any of his co-workers would believe there were two hot girls outside waiting to suck any dicks that were offered.

“Why did they leave you out here?” he seemed concerned for us – almost sympathetic.

“My husband left us here to watch the minivan, Sir. I guess he thought we’d get our dinner in the form of cum, I honestly replied. I really was sure that’s why Ken had left us outside even though he hadn’t actually SAID that.

“I can sneak you out a little something to eat if you like?” He was so sweet.

I’d been degraded and used by the black boys in the car and discarded when they were done with me. This young man was the exact opposite. I was thinking that when I had an epiphany. My pussy was drying up. I’d been wet all day. I’d practically squirted when I’d been used in the back seat of the car at Walmart, and I’d been leaking all the way through the superstore.

Now I’d sucked a cock, won a bet with Jessica and I wasn’t leaking from my pussy. I’d used HIM instead of him using me. I felt guilty and dirty but not in a good way. This had been one competition I wished I’d lost. I mean even his cum didn’t taste all that bad. I felt like I’d cheated and I wished Danny or Ken would come out and punish me.

I was hungry but unsure if I’d be in trouble for eating without permission. I’d already broken so many rules today. I wanted to be a good girl for Kendrick and the rest of the family.

“Thank you Sir but no. Your cum filled me up. If you would, do you really think your friend would be willing to come out here and give Fartbox a similar treat?”

He had been so polite that he hadn’t even commented on the sharpie labels on our foreheads. Now that I’d used Jessica’s new name for the first time, he must have decided it was okay to call me Drip because he clarified that was my name, thanked me for the sex and promised he’d send his friend out. He also promised to tell him to get with the girl that had ‘Fartbox’ written on her forehead.

Jessica blushed a little and that really pleased me. I knew the name offended her on some level, but she wore it with pride and seemed to be able to take it as the joke it was intended to be. She really didn’t fart all the time – however, she had let out some stinkers at the dinner table in the past.

Jessica promised to look out for his buddy, and within minutes of him going back inside, Jessica was sucking another cock, from a guy not much older than her - well, maybe twenty years old or so. What surprised me most was that she begged the second guy to hold her ears and pull her face onto his dick. She was actually asking to be made to gag! His cock was even shorter than his friend’s, but much thicker.

He was just as pleasant as the first guy whose name I realized I never got, but he was also more forward in that he asked me to play with my pussy while Jessica sucked him off. There had to be a difference there somewhere because while I played with my pussy for his viewing pleasure, I easily got quite wet again.

He didn’t ask us questions or address us by name. He was straight down to business.

I even had a small cum, although I was embarrassed the whole time I was fingering my clit and wondering if guys really did think it was normal to ask a strange woman to flick her bean for them.

He lasted a lot longer, too. Jessica probably sucked his dick for fifteen or more minutes until he finally took things into his own hands. He face-fucked her earnestly despite her ‘uck uck’ noises and ordered me to first pull my shirt back up then pull and twist my own nipples for his viewing pleasure. The more demanding he became, the hornier I got.

I was really going to town on my own boobs, stretching them and bouncing them up and down and side to side by the time he groaned and deposited a load on Jessica’s tongue. His eyes were fixed on my boobs and I don’t think he blinked once. Jessica swallowed and got his attention back to show him her empty mouth. He didn’t seem to care. I think that upset Jessica. She’s such an attention whore.

We were both getting off on this almost as much as he was.

Afterwards, he surprised Jessica by asking for her number. She declined, saying she was just visiting from out of state and would be heading home tonight. What a liar! I didn’t call her on her lie though.

I did wonder what would happen once our month of service was up and we went back to Applebee’s again. Would he see her and know she’d lied? Would he even recognize her with her normal clothes on?

I wondered if Kendrick asked me what happened if I should tell on her for lying. He had this new absolute honesty policy. I wasn’t sure if my daughter was testing me to see if I would, before ratting me out for not telling on her.

I doubted she’d mind another punishment. I believe in Jessica’s eyes she was going to get the rough end of the stick anyway – so she might as well be a naughty girl.

This young man was clearly a server too, and he either had a bunch of angry diners inside, or he’d quickly made arrangements for his buddy to look after his tables. He’d only just gone back inside when my family came back out. They’d been gone quite a bit less than an hour.

Chris was the first to comment on our appearances, although I looked as ragged as I’d looked when they’d left, Jessica’s makeup was now screwed up too and she had mascara running down either side of her face from where her harsh face-fucking blowjobs had caused her tears to make it run really badly. On top of that, her hair was now as mussed up as mine, now.

“You look like you two had fun,” he said.

“Yes sir,” Jessica smiled with pride and stood at attention. Her pussy was wet and I could smell her musky scent from where I stood even over the rest of the garbage in the dumpster.

Discovering Jessica’s freshly fucked look caused us a problem. Kendrick was not happy, and we had to tell him in detail what had happened while they were gone.

Without prompting, Jessica listed off things she’d done wrong while we’d stood guard over the minivan. She fearlessly admitted to neglecting to call the waiters, ‘sir’ and that she’d eaten her cucumber and even that she’d lied to the second one to avoid giving him her phone number.

I was shocked at her candour. We could have gotten away with most of that without being caught! Once she’d finished, Ken asked if I had anything to add. Jessica had pretty much covered everything as far as I could remember.

“No Sir. But the minivan didn’t get towed!” I tried to joke.

Kendrick seemed more upset with ME than Jessica. He criticized ME for not being the first to voice our shortcomings, then he moved onto a little circumspection.

“This is what happens when I leave you two unsupervised?” He asked, clearly still angry. I didn’t understand why until he explained to us that it wasn’t the fact, we’d given blowjobs without his specific approval that upset him as much as the fact that we’d used those two workers.

I later found out he had considered stripping our shirts off us and sending us into the kitchen of Applebee’s naked, to find and apologize to the waiters for taking advantage of their cocks.

Luckily, we were due to meet Jane and the others at putt putt, so there was no time to punish us that way. He said he’d figure out an alternate punishment. I already felt suitably chastised for letting Ken down so badly, but a part of me was looking forward to more ‘chastisement’. He told us he would probably make us run part of the way home completely naked.

“It will be dark. You two can hide behind bushes and garbage cans, but I’ll be timing you and will reward you for getting home quickly,” he suggested. It sounded like he was suggesting a bet we could both win.

There was no space in the cargo area of the minivan with all the stuff we purchased. We had to strip our last items of real clothing off and share a single spot in the middle bench seat. There wasn’t much room there, either.

Kendrick had told us we couldn’t sit on furniture but I guess riding in the minivan was an exception to the rule when there was no other place for us. Kristina put all our clothes under my butt to soak up any juices and ordered her sister to straddle me upside down so that I was seated while Jessica was positioned upside down with her face between my legs and her thighs around my neck.

I began to eat her pussy without being told. It seemed strangely natural to be transported this way. I wasn’t sure it was going to be easy for my daughter to ride upside down, but that was her problem and not mine.

We still managed to get to putt putt before Elizabeth. Danny and Chris voted to go on in and get started. I could tell Ken was disappointed that our neighbor and her daughter weren’t already in the parking lot waiting on us and all I could do was assure him that they were just being fashionably late - something I already knew Ken hated about some people.

Kristina and Julie thought we should at least wait in the parking lot a few minutes and they could play games with us instead of being rude and just heading in. Ken reluctantly agreed with Kristina, although I could tell he could easily have been convinced to go in without the neighbors. Neither Chris or Danny argued for their choice when Julie suggested a game of Simon Sez - the dirty version.

The rules were pretty much the same as any Simon Sez game. Julie volunteered to be the ‘judge’ - something not needed in a regular Simon Sez game. Danny vetoed her offer, saying it should be Kendrick. Popular vote won out. Kendrick judged, which meant he didn’t get a turn to order us around, but instead, he got to be the one who decided on the consequences for losing, which was also not in the family-friendly game.

Simon Sez is an easy game to play. When the leader says, ‘Simon Sez’ do something, the players do it. They don’t do it if the words, ‘Simon Sez’ are not included. In this version, whoever’s giving the orders says their name instead of ‘Simon’, so it would be ‘Kristina Sez’, or ‘Danny Sez’, like that. It becomes harder when the players - Jessica and me - are intentionally distracted.

The game began after Ken ordered Jess and I to get dressed. I was relieved. I thought we’d be asked to play the game naked. I should have guessed Kenn wouldn’t order us to get dressed without a reason, but at the time I was just more than happy to comply. Even then, it was difficult to do when there were five of us in the back of the packed minivan.

Julie was given first go as the guest player.

“Julie Sez, kiss Fartbox on the lips,” she began. That was easy enough. I’d had my mouth in my daughter’s pussy so kissing her on the lips was easy. I pressed my lips against Jessica’s. She opened her mouth and gave me a little tongue. That wasn’t part of the game and Kendrick quickly called my daughter on it.

“You only do what the speaker says, Fartbox. You’ve been warned,” he told her that was our only ‘freebie’. The next violation would be a consequence.

Jessica quickly retracted her tongue although we stayed lip locked until Julie said, “Julie Sez, hold the back of each other’s heads and really make it look hot.”

We did that, and it was a little harder to do as instructed without exploring Jessica’s mouth with my tongue. It was a lover’s kiss, after all.

“Julie Sez, use your tongues,” Julie ordered. I didn’t hesitate, although I was guiltily aware of the rest of my family watching me kiss my daughter passionately.

“Julie Sez, feel Fartbox’s tits.” I quickly let go of Jessica’s head and while still French kissing my daughter, I slipped my hands up under her shirt and began to slide my hands over Jessica’s chest. Her nipples were as hard as mine.

“First violation!” Kendrick laughed. “Fartbox didn’t feel her own tits,” he declared. “Chris, after the game, I need you to find the rubber bands we got at Walmart. We’ll need them when we go into putt putt. Fartbox is going to wear them on her nipples.”

Jessica’s hands quickly joined mine on her boobs. It felt awkward just standing in the open doorway of the minivan lip to lip, tongue to tongue with Jessica, my hands and hers on her boobs, but that’s what we did while waiting for the next instruction.

“Simon Sez, Drip, put your tongue up Fartbox’s nostril,” Julie ordered. I was disgusted, but immediately tried to worm the tip of my tongue into Jessica’s nostril. Julie hadn’t said which nostril so I just did one and they watched me, laughing, before Ken stopped me.

“When did Julie’s name change to Simon, Drip?” he laughed. “Clear violation. Rubber bands for your nips too,” he decided.

Each player took turns to give us ten orders. After my screwup, I tried much harder to immediately complete orders exactly as spoken, but only when the player used the correct format. I’d been waiting for Julie to omit the ‘Julie Sez’ part. I hadn’t expected her to trick me that easily.

When it was Christian’s turn, he wanted Fartbox to kiss him, with tongue. Then he wanted me to kiss him too. He followed that with a judgement on who the best kisser was. It was particularly degrading, being judged by my youngest son on the quality of a tongue kiss. Even though he’d had sex with me, kissing him like that seemed so wrong, but it pleased Ken to no end, and my pussy was literally dripping.

I lost another round when Christian ordered me to grab my nipples through my shirt, stand on one foot and cross my eyes. He had Jessica push a couple of fingers into my pussy at the same time. He didn’t say ‘Chris Sez’ when he told me to hang my tongue out as well.

Kristina caught the whole thing on my ... I mean her phone as a video clip. That earned me a pair of scratchy rope’ panties’ to wear during putt putt. Rope panties are what Kendrick called them, anyway.

Once the game was over, he fashioned a pair of panties out of a length of coarse rope that he tied around my waist like a belt with a ‘gusset’ that was a pair of ropes that went between my legs and attached to the waist at the front and back. The gusset pinched my pussy lips and would have been very uncomfortable even if the rope was smooth.

Jessica managed to earn a pair of those as well, as did we both earned the loss of part of our tee shirts. Danny cut the short sleeves off them as well as part of the material that covered our sides. Danny wore tee shirts like that all the time to the gym, but when a girl wears a short, belly-baring shirt with barely any sides left to the material, boobs are always in danger of being unveiled to a stranger’s eyes.

The whole game only took about ten minutes to complete, and preparing us for putt putt took another ten. Kendrick told the others that we were not going to wait any longer, and we were just about to troop inside when Jane pulled in.

She was sitting in the passenger seat of a car I didn’t recognise. That’s when I realized she could have actually been inside the putt putt place the whole time. I’d been the one responsible for keeping an eye out for her car.

“Oh good, we’re not late,” she said, giving Jessica and me the eye when she climbed out of the car and ignoring or not seeing Ken’s eye roll, introduced us to her three friends. They were an oddball collection of women, too. Her friend Tiffany was skinny, probably six foot tall in flat shoes, and Dianne was petite and Asian, probably only five foot tall and weighing in at maybe ninety pounds. Then there was Suzanne. She had to be on the plus size of two hundred thirty pounds - conservatively. If she wasn’t a size twenty, I don’t know dress sizes. And I do.

Suzanne had a bust about the same size as mine, but on a frame MUCH bigger than me. She looked like a human pear, although still cute in the face in a chubby way. At first glance, the three of them had nothing in common. Tiffany was clearly the oldest of the three, in her late forties.

Suzanne was probably the youngest, at around maybe twenty five? It was hard to tell with all that blubber squished into a tight dress. Dianne was an American Asian with a New York accent that didn’t match her size at all. She was much larger than life. She had jet black hair that fell past her butt.

“Do these whores belong to you?” Dianne laughed, looking at, of all people, Julie.

It was clearly a joke, and everyone but me laughed and then laughed harder when Julie deadpanned, “timeshare”.

This was not how I wanted to be meeting my neighbor’s friends. I knew I looked like crap. I imagined Jessica felt the same way, although she refused to show it. She laughed and joked with the newcomers as if she was one of them and not a ... whatever I was. I certainly didn’t feel as if I belonged in the same group as them.

“So you’re really okay with our sex bets?” Elizabeth bluntly asked Kendrick after he’d paid everyone’s admission fee and ordered Jessica and I to act as caddies for their clubs. Of course, there were no golf bags being offered, and we had to share the task of carrying everyone’s clubs, carrying six each. Yep, we had a golf club each too, although I doubted either Jessica or I would be invited to have a go. I was wrong about that too, of course. Elizabeth seemed to have no problem being so blunt with a man old enough to be her father.

“I was actually thinking about having a sort of tournament. You and your mom against Drip and Fartbox,” he casually replied.

“Drip? Fartbox?” Elizabeth questioned. The parking lot had gotten a little dark and the words written on our foreheads were a little smudged by this time. I guess she hadn’t seen them or maybe she hadn’t looked at us as closely as her mom had.

“It seemed best to distance my wife and daughter from their ‘post slut’ names. They’re going to be sluts for the next month, doing anything anyone tells them to. After that they can go back to being Carrie and Jessica and be free to make any sex bets they want,” he explained.

“So they’re like slaves for a month? Why?” Jane asked, having heard Ken’s remark.

“A month of servitude was their price. If they quit before the month is up, they forgo the right to be able to make any sort of bet at all, especially of a sexual nature. It’s how I’m making them prove their commitment,” Ken said, his voice getting very serious. I think he was warning Jane that he wouldn’t make any exceptions if we failed.

“Sounds hot,” Jane shrugged. “So can I order them around too?” she asked.

“It depends. Are you interested in having a friendly competition in our backyard in say ... a week’s time? We need time to train and prepare. I hear you guys are bigger freaks than these two cunts,” he said. I expected Jane to get angry at his use of the word freak, but instead, she seemed pleased.

“Oooh! Yes! Can the other girls play too?” she asked, volunteering her friends. “They’re not going back for ten days. We planned to make it a ten day party of debauchery, and this would be like the frosting on top!”

Kendrick paused a moment before answering. I don’t think he’d imagined an event with seven female players. It probably put a kink in his plans. Kink, get it?

“I guess it depends on them. How would they feel about getting naked and doing nasty things in front of an audience?” He asked. I think he was imagining a two hundred thirty pound whale running around his backyard naked and he wasn’t all that thrilled with the visual.

“You down for a sex-Olympics, girls?” Jane asked loudly enough that a couple of other people also making use of the putt putt field turned their heads to look.

“Do we get dick?” Tiffany asked. “Cause if the answer is no, I’m out. I have to go back to Charlie and his dick aint been hard in three years.”

Danny was standing next to her, and he slapped her butt, about to make a comment. She spun on him, staring daggers at him.