Mom's Mistake
Chapter 11
It was almost ten in the morning and everyone had finally gotten up and
was looking for breakfast. I'd had Elf walk the dogs, warning him that if they
got loose, his candy ass would be joining his mother and girlfriend in Camp
Hellhole. Meanwhile Honey and Kim started throwing together something for us to
eat. I noticed that our three guests were staring hungrily at what was going on
at the stove. That was a good sign, a very good sign. I had already planned for
their first taste of Camp Hellhole right after we ate. I was sure they'd just
love it to death.
The three candidates were now squatting over separate bowls. "Last one
to start peeing gets the strap from each of us as many times as we want to give
it to you." As soon as I finished speaking, Bones made a little grunt and her
bladder began emptying into the bowl as she pissed like a cow, splattering her
pee all over the floor as well as into the bowl. I frowned down at her and said,
"That will never do; you're going to have to pay a penalty for missing the
bowl." I caught her with a short uppercut when she looked up. Bones went back
onto the floor, hitting her head. She was still pissing as she hit the floor,
and it was going all over the place. We jumped out of the way and waited until
she stopped peeing.
I had every intention of moving in and stomping her once she got done,
but Honey beat me to her, landing a solid kick that caught Bones in the ribs.
Things got a little crazy right about then as Jerry and Kim joined in, kicking
the girl from side to side as she struggled to escape the vicious blows that
were landing on every part of her frail form. I finally got a shot at her and
stomped her good, coming down full force on her thigh to pin her body to the
floor, then grinding a heel into her taut stomach driving the wind from her body
and making her bring up everything she'd eaten in the last day or so. It was a
pig sty by the time order was restored.
We put Bones to work cleaning up the mess with her tongue, while we took
turns using our belts and straps on her naked body as she crawled from one
puddle of piss to another and then leaned forward and began sucking up her own
vomit, which was totally disgusting to observe. I concentrated on putting as
many welts across her flat ass as I could, while Honey used her strap to
decorate the girl's back from neck to the base of her bony spine. It was amazing
to see how much punishment this skinny skank of a girl could absorb and continue
to function.
Meanwhile the pain-slut had the presence of mind to piss into her bowl,
filling it nearly to the brim, leaving Fatso as the loser of this contest. It
was a nice morning so I let the gang take Fatso out to the porch and start
working on her while I supervised Bones as she continued to suck up her mess.
Being the nice guy that I am, I let Elf take his new girlfriend into one of the
back bedrooms so she could entertain him while we worked on the other two
nerdette candidates. I'll give the nerd credit, he made no attempt to protect or
even find out what kind of punishment was being dealt out to his dear old
mother. On his list, fresh pussy was much higher than his sad sack of a mother;
this one had potential, he had his priorities in order.
Still very pissed off at the bad behavior of Bones, I got an idea. There
was a big barrel by the side of the cabin that caught rainwater that came off
the pitched roof. It would make a nice way of cleaning up the girl now that she
had done about as much as possible to clean the floor. So I scooped her up and
carried her over to the barrel which was brimming with water. Then I jammed her
head-first into the water until only her legs were showing.
They started kicking and stirring up the contents of the barrel, but
there was no way she could get out without me pulling her out. I watched those
legs churn through the air and after a short time they began to weaken. I could
see the stream of bubbles coming up to the surface, indicating that she was
still alive. Then she gave one final kick and her legs collapsed over the side
of the barrel. I watched until the bubbles stopped, meaning she was taking water
into her lungs.
I reached down, found her roped wrists and dragged her unconscious body
up from the water. By now I had an audience, and there were nervous faces all
around. What a bunch of pussies, I thought to myself. It took maybe two or three
minutes of pounding her back and slamming my fist into her bony chest before she
started to cough up water and show signs of coming around. At first Bones looked
like a half drown rat with her hair plastered against her head and those eyes
bulging. Her face, which had been kind of a bluish color was more white now, but
her lips were still a dark blue, making her look almost like a corpse.
"Well, has Fatso taken a piss yet?" I asked, to break the nervous mood
of my companions. She was still holding out and that was not acceptable from a
candidate who was hanging by a thread at this early juncture in her initiation.
I had to help Jerry lift the struggling cunt and then we jammed her into the
rain barrel and let her soak for a minute or so. We dragged her out and kneed
her in the belly until she puked up at least a quart of rainwater. I asked her
if she was going to be a good nerdette and pee for us or did she want to go back
in the barrel for an even longer time. She blubbered and nodded her head until I
thought it was going to fall off her shoulders.
Her bowl was found and we gathered round and watched her piss up a storm
into it, which she filled to overflowing. I gave thanks that I hadn't made her
pee while inside the cabin. We might not have gotten the place cleaned for the
rest of the day. She started sobbing and begging when she was told to start
drinking her own piss out of the bowl and not to spill too much of it or she'd
get more to swallow from one or more of us.
As I watched the fat slob of a woman sucking up the yellow stuff I
decided I wasn't giving her a fair chance to show her stuff, whatever it was. I
already knew that the other two had the makings of pain-sluts, but that's all I
had to go on. Nailing Bones in the cunt and asshole once each was no real proof
that she was a good lay capable of bringing in big money for my early retirement
fund. Who knows, maybe this old lady with the sagging tits and pot belly might
be a true fuck-pig!
So when she was done with breakfast, I marched her sorry ass into the
cabin and commandeered one of the bedroms to give her a good workout. Just as I
followed her into the room, I glanced over to see Kim and Honey dragging my
little sweetie into the cabin and making her continue to lick the rough wooden
floor with her sore tongue. I wondered when Honey would start the heavy duty
stuff on the little cunt's bod. That was what I wanted to see.
Fatso was soon on her back, legs splayed apart, her hairy pussy open for
business. I wasted no time checking how good she gave head. If I was grading her
in school she 'd get about a C+ for skill, but a B+ for enthusiasm. My cock
developed some good wood in a few minutes, perhaps helped along by her hot
tongue that explored the inside of my mouth with lots of eagerness and energy,
once my dick got past half mast. Her reaction to the preliminaries took me by
surprise. I stuck a couple of fingers into her cunt and they came out soaked. I
offered them to her and she sucked them clean in sconds flat and asked for
another taste. This time I got three fingers into her and she wiggled her hips
to make them go further into that warm, wet fuckbox. So far this was a pleasant
surprise, but the proof of the pussy is in its tightness, at least that was my
law.
My cock sank in to the hilt, but progress was slow even though she kept
urging me to go deeper and let her know I was inside her. Her twat was tight,
not as tight as Bones, but I knew there was some live pussy wrapped around my
cock like an anaconda. I started to pump her with short quick strokes to loosen
that snapper up so I could begin some serious plumbing. She urged me to suck her
tits and bite them if I wanted. That was interesting, could this fat, over the
hill divorcee be a pain-slut? It turned out she just wanted to make sure that
her cunt would get a good pounding, something that hadn't happened in nearly
fifteen years. Five minutes after I'd touched bottom I was in high gear and she
was grunting and matching me thrust for thrust, pumping her hips to drive her
pussy up to meet the hard cock that was stirring up her juices in a very big
way.
Just before I emptied my balls of all the sperm that they'd manufactured
between fucking Bones and Fatso, I pulled out and let her have it right in her
face. To my amazement she leaned closer and opened her mouth to catch every
drop, a real turn on for this cocksman. Not only did she catch my blast, she
then swished it around in her mouth and even gargled with it before gulping it
down and smacking her lips. I was most impressed with her performance and said
so, commenting that Elf must be one happy camper to have a mother like her doing
him whenever he wanted it. That proved to be a mistake, and I heard from her in
no uncertain terms.
It seems that despite losing his cherry to my mom, he still kept his mom
at arm's length when it came to matters having to do with fucking and sucking.
He however was nailing the pain-slut every chance he got and she was providing
as many opportunities as he could possibly want. In fact the night before we
took off for the cabin, Elf spent most of the night fucking and spanking his new
toy. That drove his mother crazy since she had to just lie there on her back,
using her vibrator to get herself off, while in the next room her son was
fucking some stranger rather than his mom, who was dying for his cock. Curious
about this weird relationship, I asked how come she and the teacher were
gobbling each other's gash with such enthusiasm last night when I was prowling
around.
Elf's mom confessed that she did indeed enjoy going down on the teacher,
since she was bi-sexual and had admitted as much to her husband. This was one of
the reasons for him ultimately leaving her. She was hoping to get to Elf through
the teacher, ultimately becoming involved in a threesome with her son and his
masochistic girlfriend. The other reason opened my eyes to plenty. It seems her
husband was into domination with emphasis on administering pain. She on the
other hand wanted nothing to do with that scene, so for the first few years of
their marriage he indulged his tastes for pain by having relationships with
masochistic woman on the outside.
That explained where Elf got his taste for hurting females. This also
explained his focus on the pain-slut, she satisfied both his needs, and took up
all his time. He didn't need any kind of backup for just one of his needs, which
neatly explained why he wasn't sticking it to his mom. Had I known all this
before, he would never have come wth us. I decided to teach Elf a lesson and
perhaps form that threesome that Fatso was dreaming about. However just to make
sure she wasn't hiding any secrets from me, I put her over my lap and walloped
her big butt until she was hoarse from yelling. The tears she shed convinced me
that this one was never going to be in the same class as the other two. I left
her sobbing on the bed and went outside to see what else was going on.
The sight that greeted me would have made almost any type of pervert
delirious with joy,I know it worked for me. They had tied Bones to the table,
her ankles anchored to the front legs with rope, her head dangling over the
opposite edge. Her hands were tied behind her back. A double turn of thick rope
sank into her middle, holding her frail naked body to the table. Her swollen
cunt was positioned at the front edge. Jerry was holding her little head in his
hands while he skull fucked her, jamming his long hard cock down her throat as
she drooled and gagged. I could actually see the bulge his cock was making in
her skinny neck. Kim was at the opposite end of the table and she was ramming a
fair sized strap-on dildo into the kid's cunt, putting maybe four inches into
that tight twat with every thrust she made. Every time she hammered her dildo
home, a grunt leaked from somewhere that wasn't totally shut by Jerry's cock.
From the looks of the kid's ashy face, she was on the verge of passing out from
the double attack on both ends.
Something equally freaky was happening on the other side of the room. It
involved Elf, the pain-slut and either Buster or Biff, I wasn't sure since they
looked very much alike. The other one was on the floor, his tongue lolling out
and his red dick still out from its sheath, evidence that he'd already torn off
a piece of the teacher's pussy. The other dog had mounted the teacher who was on
all fours, her hands tightly tied in front of her body. Elf was standing before
her having his cock sucked. His hands were on her shoulders guiding her
movements as she swallowed most of his hard cock , occasionally gagging on it as
the mucus membrane lining her throat was being scraped away by his constant
thrusting.
(To be continued)
