Chapter 6: Epilog - Pussy Tits Ass

(One month later)

Fannie Wunderchuck strode through the Keegan's house with a purpose: find her husband and get OUT of here. Denise Keegan had been head of the PTA for two years before Fannie had roped the position, but there was just always something... suspicious... about this family. Something just not--

"OW!" Fannie spun around to see Paul Acer, the chemistry teacher sitting in a chair. "MISTER Acer! I have had my rear end pinched more times at tonight's party than I have in my ENTIRE life! And your little pinch just now is simply one sexual harassment too many! Do you know what that MEANS?!"

"Oh, I KNOW this one!" he fidgetted. "It means that, one, you have the looks of a dark-haired Pam Anderson and, two, your prudish grandmother obviously possessed you and took over your body and mind in order to stamp out everything pleasurable in the world, but, three, the pinches are exorcising her evil spirit so that you'll melt back into the little sexpot that you were always meant to be. I'm right, aren't I?"

Fannie stared for a moment, astonished. "It means... YOU no longer have a job. I am going to have you SUSPENDED first thing tomorrow morning, and you will NEVER work as a teacher again!"

"No... I don't think THAT'S what it means."

She narrowed her big beautiful eyes. "You just watch me."

Paul Acers leaned back, crossed his legs and stretched an arm out over the back of the padded chair. "Believe me, little sex bunny, I INTEND to! Now you be sure to put on a good show for daddy tonight."

"I... don't... BELIEVE... you... ," she whispered. She spun around and strode off in search of her husband. There were going to be QUITE A FEW people that she was going to get suspended!

Fannie made her way to the kitchen, where she found Denise Keegan in high heels, a bikini and a t-shirt, cutting up celery and placing it on a platter with dip in the center. Braless, no doubt, if the jiggling ripples bouncing across her busom were any indication.

"What kind of party are you running here, Denise?" Fannie challenged.

"Oh, I certainly hope a fun one! Not like one of your boring, staid little 'get togethers'."

"Well, at least MY parties are PG-rated!"

"I know. That's what I just said," Denise smiled sunnily.

"You-- did you-- are you AWARE of what some of your guests are DOING?! I have had my BOTTOM pinched! Several times! And they-- but you-- do you have any-- "

Denise pulled a dildo out of a drawer, held it up and arched one eyebrow. "Do you need a pacifier to help that stutter of yours, Fannie? 'Cause I have just the thing, right h-- "

"Denise! You are just FILTHY!"

"I AM," she giggled, "Aren't I? It's part of my charm."

"It's-- part of-- your-- we're leaving. Harold and I will have NO PART of your tawdry little 'party'!"

Denise went back to chopping vegetables. "That's just that much more man-meat for the rest of us."

Unbelieving, Fannie walked out of the kitchen. Had this woman really been a PTA mom?!

She strode to the dining room. Maybe Harold was THERE!

"Oh, I don't get morning sickness," Mrs Pittman bubbled to five men and one woman standing around her, " just get horny (giggle)!"

Fannie's jaw dropped. The pregnant woman was standing in the center of the room, her spacious blouse lifted up to expose her whole swollen belly. Directly in front of her stood Fannie's own Harold! His hands were reaching up under the front of her blouse to cup and squeeze her pregnant boobs!

"HAROLD!" Fannie screeched. "WHAT are you DOING?!"

"Oh, hi, sweetie. Patty was just showing me how big her boobs have gotten. I had forgotten how much I like big milky tits! Maybe I oughtta knock YOU up again. Would you like that, honey?"

"HAROLD! YOU PIG!"

"I guess that means no, hungh?"

"Get your HANDS off her BREASTS!"

"Oh, I don't mind, Fannie. Let him play."

Fannie walked up and slapped her husband's hands away from the teacher's breasts. "Harold," she said, a deadly tone in her voice, "If you want to still have a wife tomorrow, you will go get our coats, and we will leave. Now."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Awww," Mrs Pittman taunted him, "Did knifey-wifey cut off the balls?"

"And YOU-- " Fannie jabbed a finger at the pregnant teacher, "-- are not FIT to teach children!"

"My... what a tightass... can you bend keys and spoons with that sphincter?"

Fannie glared at her. "Harold!" she called without breaking her stare-down with Pittman.

"Yes, ma'am." He hurried out of the room.

"I know a secret... ," Mrs Pittman whispered to her, "... that you don't."

"It's probably pornographic!" Fannie spat.

"How'd you know?" Patty grinned. She dropped back to a whisper. "It's pornographic... AND it's about YOU!"

Fannie waited, but the other woman just smiled smugly.

"What? What is your secret?"

"Way... deep down inside of you..."

"Yes?"

"There's a..."

"Yes?"

"I can't say."

"What? What's inside of me?"

"There's something... trying to get out..."

"What?"

"I... can't say."

"Tell me!"

"I'll tell you later."

"You don't have any secret."

"Maybe not. But you do."

"Nonsense."

Mrs Pittman silently toasted her with her glass.

"Harold?!" Fannie called over her shoulder. "What's keeping you?"

Denise Keegan scurried in then, carrying the tray of dip and vegetables and wearing only heels and a skimpy apron, baring the sides of her breasts and her naked ass.

"Denise! You're-- you're NAKED!"

"There's that stutter again, Fannie. Do you want a-- "

"HAROLD!"

"Your husband? He's out in the kitchen with me."

"Harold!" Fannie marched to the kitchen, trailed by the giggling Denise. "Harold, what are y-- "

Fannie halted in her tracks. There before her, Mrs Joan McCloud, without a stitch of clothing, stood bent over the kitchen table. "Hi, Fannie," she beamed.

Behind Joan stood a naked Bobby Keegan, his pelvis pressed to hers, slowly grinding it around.

Fannie swallowed. God, the boy's lean buttocks were... distracting!

"He can do you next if you want," Denise told her cheerfully as she stepped by her to return to the kitchen counter. "He's an excellent fuck. I can vouch PERSONALLY for that!"

Fannie shook her head. What was the woman SAYING?! That she had... BEEN... with her OWN SON?! That was... LUDICROUS! Even for this bizarre family!

"Hi, sweetcheeks!"

Fannie turned to see her husband sitting in the corner. A blonde woman was there with him, wearing only a set of panties, sitting in his lap, her arms around his neck, grinding her ass at his crotch.

"Hi, I'm Annie Layton," the blonde said cheerfully. "Is this your hubby? You lucky cunt! He's yummy!"

This was just... too much.

Fannie looked over at Denise. The woman was leaning on one elbow on the counter, the other hand tucked up under her apron, fingers obviously moving rapidly at her crotch. As she watched, Denise sighed, then brought both hands up and began slicing cheese for another tray, wiping her juices on the slices.

"Did you... fix the vegetables like that too?!

There was a moment of silence, then Denise turned around. "Oh, you mean me? Yeah... I'm afraid so. I'm so horny that I just have to reach down and give a frig or two every few minutes." She looked away and got a naughty smile on her face. "Except for SOME of those vegetables. Some of them got... put places. Lucky vegetables..." She shrugged and smiled. "But I don't think anyone will mind. Do you?"

"Eeeeewwww."

"You'd like it if you tried it. I have very tasty juices. I've been told so."

"Eeeeewwwww."

"Prude."

Fannie turned around when she heard Joan McCloud's rhythmic squeals get higher in pitch. As she watched, the young woman clenched and clawed at the table, then slowly relaxed, allowing herself to limply drape over the table's edge.

"Oh, Denise (sigh)... you son is being SUCH... a GOOD BOY!"

"Isn't he, though? He sure can satisfy his MOTHER'S itch!" She paused, distracted, then quickly reached underneath her apron again.

This was just... UNBELIEVABLE!

Bobby pulled out of Joan and stepped to the open, his stiff prick bouncing. "You wanna have a go, Mrs Wunderchuck? Little fella's still at full mast."

Fannie just gasped. This could NOT be happening!

"G'head," her husband said, and she glanced at him. His shirt and pants were gone, as were the blonde slut's panties.

"I-- I... can't," she breathed. "It would be..." Whorish."

"Here... let me help put you at ease, Mrs Wunderchuck." Bobby stepped behind her and brought his hands up to cup her breasts through her blouse.

And she... let him.

And she LET him!

But... the squeezing... and fondling... just felt so... right. And calming. And soothing. "Oooooooh... ," she sighed, trembly with bottled excitement.

"Feels better, doesn't it?"

Fannie slowly nodded.

She glanced over at Harold, and the sexy blonde whore was pulling his underwear off. And... Fannie didn't know if she'd ever seen her husband that hard before.

The courteous young man was unbuttoning her blouse, and she looked at him, startled. "It'll feel better this way," he told her.

"O... kay... ," she sighed.

He popped her bra, then politely slid it off her shoulders and let it drop to the floor.

"O... kay... ," Fannie sighed again, not believing in any way that she was standing here in front of these people, topless.