Chapter 8
"That's the girl," Clarissa said. "Don't be bashful. Get your tongue right in there."
They were in Clarissa's bedroom. Clarissa sat in a small armchair with her legs draped over the arms and her cunt and ass exposed. It was nine o'clock in the morning and Anne's job this morning, as every morning, was to clean her aunt's cunt and ass.
Continuing her despair, holding back the urge to fling herself on the floor and weep, Anne lapped her tongue up and down between her aunt's thick hairy cuntlips.
Clarissa had pissed just before Anne had arrived in the room, and Annie could taste it on her tongue. She was thankful that this morning she'd escaped having Clarissa piss in her mouth when she left her bed. That disgusting procedure was the usual morning routine and Anne hated every moment of it.
"Now do the other place," Clarissa said. Her hands pushed at Anne's head to get Anne's mouth down to her asshole.
Anne reluctantly moved lower down, but she was too slow. Clarissa's hand whipped across her face. Anne cried out from the pain of the stinging slap.
"You lazy slut!" Clarissa hissed. "I won't have that! I won't have you dawdling! Get your silly little tongue in my ass!"
Anne whimpered as she hurried to obey. Clarissa could be a fury when she was angry. It was better to do as she was told, no matter how much she hated it.
Anne licked her aunt's asshole, thoroughly washing it with her saliva. Clarissa had a well-used bunghole that opened like a flower under the soft caress of Anne's wet tongue. It's like another cunt, Anne thought. A woman really had two holes and they both could be fucked by a cock or a finger or sucked by a mouth. She had never realized that until this horrible period in her life had begun.
"That's good," Clarissa said. "You're learning, Anne. I think you're discovering how lucky you are. Not many people are fortunate enough to find out about themselves. That's it, darling, suck my ass just like that. I love it when your tongue is inside. Lord, how lovely! Can you feel it when I grab your tongue with my asshole? Later you'll do it to Quincy. He loves having a tongue in his ass. I trained him, you know. I began sucking my baby's ass when he was just a kid. Oh, you little minx, I'm going to come!"
Anne thought Clarissa was completely mad. She believed all that about Quincy. They were all crazy in this house.
Now Clarissa was coming. Anne kept her tongue inside her aunt's twitching asshole, nibbling on Clarissa's elastic grommet and fucking her tongue in and out of the older woman's shitter.
Clarissa shuddered as she came. Hot cunt-juice gushed out of her cunthole to wash over Anne's nose.
After Clarissa finished coming, Anne had to wipe and dry her crotch with a towel.
Then Clarissa said, "Have these past weeks changed your mind about sex?"
"I don't know what you mean," Anne said.
"When you first came here, you were very inhibited, almost like a silly virgin."
"I hate it here. I think you're all beasts!"
Clarissa laughed. She raised her leg and planted her foot on Anne's face and pushed. Anne cried out as she went flying onto the floor. "You're a fool," Clarissa said. "Now sit down over there and open your legs. I'm going to shave that pretty little pussy. Quincy will be at you later and I want all that hair completely gone."
Anne was so shocked she did not know what to say. She meekly sat down in the chair and opened her legs. Clarissa soon appeared before her with a pair of scissors and a safety razor and a soap dish. Kneeling at Anne's feet, Clarissa began soaping her niece's pussy.
It didn't take long. Anne quivered as she watched her pussy-hair disappear. Soon Clarissa was wiping Anne clean with a towel and when the towel was finally removed there was her pink pussy so hairless and sweet and virginal-looking.
"That's lovely," Clarissa smiled, and the next moment she swooped down and began licking and sucking her niece's freshly shaved twat.
Anne threw her head back and groaned. The feel of her aunt's hot tongue on her smooth cuntflesh was too much to bear. A great shudder ran through her body each time Clarissa's tongue whipped over her clit.
When Clarissa finally pulled her mouth away from Anne's pussy, she had Anne's cunt-juice on her lips. Anne blushed as she watched her aunt lick her lips to get all of her juice into her mouth.
She's like a vampire, Anne thought. She sucks the juices out of my pussy the way a vampire sucks blood.
Clarissa forced Anne to sit there with her legs spread while she called Quincy. Within minutes the boy entered the room in response to his mother's bidding. He grinned at the sight of Anne with her legs wide open and her bald pussy exposed.
"What do you think of it?" Clarissa said to her son.
"I like it," Quincy said.
Turning to Anne, Clarissa said, "Play with it, darling. Show Quincy how you play with your pussy."
Anne balked. Then she saw the whip that had suddenly appeared in Clarissa's hand and she hurried to obey.
Blushing with embarrassment, Anne slipped a hand between her thighs and ran her fingers back and forth over her smooth cuntlips. Her pussy felt totally strange.
She gradually worked her fingers between her cuntlips. She closed her eyes and began stroking her clit and cunthole. Damn them to hell, she thought. The Lord would forgive her because He knew she was forced to do this. She quivered with shame as she realized how exposed and vulnerable she was.
Quincy and Clarissa watched Anne frig her pussy awhile, and then Clarissa told her son to fetch a large pan from the kitchen. "We'll have a little performance," Clarissa chuckled, "and lovely Anne will be the star!"
Anne was mystified. She wondered what new horror Clarissa had in store for her. When she tried to close her legs now that Quincy was gone, Clarissa lashed the whip across her tits and thighs until she screamed and opened her legs again.
Dear God, Anne thought, why don't you help me?
When Quincy returned with a large pan, Clarissa told him to put it on the floor. Then she looked at Anne and smiled and told Anne to squat over the pan and piss.
"Quincy likes to watch that," Clarissa said. "I want you to turn him on."
"I won't do it!" Anne groaned, and then she sobbed as the whip struck viciously across her wide open crotch.
Anne finally left the chair and squatted over the pan. She closed her eyes and told herself she had no choice. She pretended she was alone. She pretended these beastly people were not there to watch her humiliation.
A small fart suddenly escaped Anne's asshole and she blushed furiously. Quincy and Clarissa laughed at her, and Clarissa once again ordered her to piss.
She finally did it. A hot stream of piss at last gushed out of her pussy to splatter into the pan. She thought she would die with shame. To have her teenage cousin watch her piss like this was unbearably degrading.
The stream of piss soon became a trickle and then a series of drops and then it stopped. Anne thought she was finished with their horrible game, but Clarissa refused to let her get up.
"My legs hurt!" Anne wailed.
"I don't care about your legs," Clarissa spat. "I want you to shit now. Entertain us with a few turds in the pan."
Anne paled and shuddered. She knew she could do nothing. She had to obey Clarissa or risk a whipping or even worse.
She found it difficult to shit at first. She was too upset. Then she tried to relax. She had to shit anyway. She hadn't done it since yesterday and she had enough inside to give them something to look at. They're animals, she thought. Anyone who likes to look at shit is an animal. A moment later the first hot turd began squeezing out of her asshole and both Clarissa and Quincy clapped their hands with approval.
Quincy's cock was now hard and his eyes hot with lust. He had watched his mother shitting a hundred times. He'd watched his mother's asshole stretching to deliver turd after turd of hot shit. But this was more exciting because he'd never watched Anne do it. This was something new.
After that Anne was allowed to rise up. She was made to carry the pan filled with her shit and piss to a corner of the room. When she returned to Clarissa and Quincy, she found Quincy kneeling on his mother's bed with his ass in the air.
"Suck his asshole," Clarissa said. "If you do a good job of it, maybe I won't whip you."
With a heavy heart, Anne climbed onto the bed behind "Quincy's upraised ass. With Clarissa watching her like a hawk, she had no choice but to put some energy into her work.
She began by running her tongue over his asscheeks, licking each cheek until it was wet with her saliva. Then she gradually worked her mouth into the crack of his ass, down over his asshole to his hanging balls.
She licked and sucked his hairy ball-bag, nibbled on the soft skin. She took his nuts into her mouth one at a time and gently sucked them.
Quincy moved his ass from side to side. He groaned with pleasure at the feel of her mouth on his balls. Then he grunted as her mouth finally left his nuts and moved up to his bunghole.
Anne lapped her tongue back and forth over the boy's brownie. She hated doing this to any of them, but Quincy at least had a tidy little asshole. Clarissa's hole looked as if a Mack truck ran through it twice a day.
After she had his asshole completely wet with her saliva, she fastened her mouth on his grommet and slowly pushed her tongue inside the tight ring of muscle.
Quincy groaned at the feel of Anne's hot tongue sliding into his ass. His stiff cock became even stiffer.
Clarissa smiled with approval at the way her son responded to Anne's tongue in his ass. She sat down beside Quincy's kneeling body and ran a hand under his belly to find his turgid cock. She fondled her son's prick and balls, running her thumb over his pisshole to smear his leaking cockjuice over his cock-knob.
"Good job," Clarissa finally said to Anne. "Now do that to me. Get me good and wet because I want his cock in there. I want Quincy to fuck my ass."
Anne shivered with revulsion at the idea of what she was about to witness. What greater sin could there be than Quincy fucking his mother's ass?
Clarissa now replaced her son on the bed. She knelt with her head and shoulders on the mattress and her ass high in the air.
Once again Anne moved behind an upraised ass, this time Clarissa's ass.
Anne licked and sucked Clarissa's ugly asshole. She made sure to release enough spit to thoroughly lubricate it. She did not want Clarissa angry at her because her asshole was not slick enough to take her son's cock.
Clarissa mewled with pleasure, squirming her ass against Anne's face. Her big tits hung down like cantaloupes. Her thick-lipped hairy cunt was drenched with her cunt-slime. She quivered with anticipation as she thought of having her son's cock reaming out her shithole.
At last Clarissa's asshole was ready for fucking. Anne pulled her mouth away from her aunt's bung and Quincy moved in behind his mother.
Anne crouched beside them to watch the filthy incestuous proceedings. How disgusting it was! Clarissa's oily asshole gaped like a brown mouth waiting to be filled. Filled by her son's cock!
Quincy was an old hand at fucking his mother's ass but it never failed to excite him. His mother's raunchy-looking butt always turned him on. She had a marvelous asshole. It was big enough to take his cock easily, but all the muscles were there and when she clamped down on his prick it was heaven.
Curling his fingers around his hard throbbing cock, the boy brought his cockhead to his mother's asshole and slowly squeezed it inside.
Anne watched it. It was not the first time she'd seen such a thing, but the sight of Clarissa's bunghole stretching to take Quincy's fat prick was still a wonder to her. She watched as the boy eased forward to bury the full length of his sturdy cock in his mother's ass.
A grunt came out of Clarissa's mouth when her son's cock was in her ass to the hilt with his balls slapping against her cuntlips. Clarissa squirmed her hips, screwing her asshole around on his thick cock. "Come on, honey," she said, "fuck Mommy's asshole!"
Gripping his mother's big ass with his hands, Quincy slowly drew his prick out of her shitter until no more than his cockhead was still inside her grommet. Then he pushed forward again, his eyes fixed on her stretched bunghole as his cock slid inside her shithole.
Anne was mesmerized by the sight. She had to admit there was a certain beauty to it. She bit her lip with excitement as she watched the boy's cock slide in and out of his mother's wide-open ass.
Quincy gradually increased the pace of his fucking. His hands gripped his mother's asscheeks. His cock slid smoothly in and out of her hot ass.
Clarissa could sense when her son was about to come. She bucked her ass at his thrusting prick. She clamped down on the shaft of his cock with the muscles of her asshole. She milked his prick with her shitter as he moved closer to his climax.
Finally Quincy came. He grunted and heaved as he shot his load in his mother's clutching ass. Clarissa's shithole sucked the jism out of his balls, emptied his nuts and made his eyes roll up with his pleasure.
When Quincy at last pulled his cock out of his mother's ass, Anne did not have to be told what to do. She curled her fingers under his balls and filled her mouth with his shit-streaked cock. She closed her eyes and sucked.