Date: Mon, 11 Sep 2023 16:45:45 +0000 From: Jane Smith Subject: Slippery Slope - Rock Bottom - Final Chapter This is the last chapter in the second installment of the Slippery Slope series. I have a third and final installment planned, but may take some considerable time to come to fruition. The preceding chapters are featured in the Bisexual/Incest section, and because this chapter features bestiality I'm posting it here to stay rules-compliant. I'm not going to post a summary of those chapters here but they are freely available to read, and I would highly recommend you do so you have the full backstory going forward. You can contact me at allseeingpigeon@outlook.com. I read all emails, though I may not respond. Ideas and feedback are always welcome. I'm on Wickr as allseeingpigeon. I may not be in your time zone. Please bear that in mind if you don't get a response. This story is fantasy and has no basis in reality. Nifty is a vast, invaluable resource, so why not make a financial contribution at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html ? ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Now that the floodgates were unlocked, we began to find out just how fucking filthy my father-in-law was. Just how much depravity he'd kept behind the curtain. "You ever tried dog sex?" he asked one evening towards the end of his visit. I hadn't thought anything could shock me by this point. I was wrong. "I jerked off Boomer a bit when I was a kid," Henry admitted, rubbing an embarrassed hand over the back of his neck. "Got his rocket out and sucked him. It tasted funky, and his cum was kinda nasty, so I didn't do it again." I stared at my husband. I began to wonder what else he'd got up to as a kid that he hadn't told me about. "Boomer was a Golden Retriever," he explained at my look. "He slept in my room sometimes. I used to let him lick my asshole after Dad..." "After your dad held you down and fucked you," I said. A dark, filthy thrill made moisture pool between my legs. I pictured it -- a little boy, lying on his stomach, legs splayed. A big blonde dog standing behind him, long pink tongue slavering away at his boy-cunt. Humping the mattress because that tongue felt so fucking good on his abused hole. "Yes," Henry said, a touch breathlessly. "After my daddy held me down and rammed his cock up my ass." Both Henry and Hank readjusted their hard-ons, saw what the other was doing, and laughed. "What about you?" Hank asked. "Any experiences?" "None at all, my folks were cat people. I'm beginning to think I might have missed out." "Wanna try it?" he asked. "Dogs fuck like crazy and absolutely fill you up with cum. There's nothing like it. And when they fuck a little kid..." The breath stopped in my throat. My pussy clenched. If we could get Bud -- Hank's German Shepherd -- to fuck my daughter... "I don't know," I said shakily. "Can you show me a video so I can see what it's like?" "Glad you asked." He turned the TV on, then flicked through his phone and cast a video to the TV. It was a slightly shaky video, clearly shot on a handheld camera or cell phone. An attractive blonde woman walked into view. Pleasantly plump, naked except for a lilac sweater. "To stop the dog scratching," Hank explained. "Some people put socks on their dog's front feet. They can be trained to accept them, but it's easier just to protect your bitch." Bitch. That's what I'd be if Bud fucked me. Had he fucked other humans? Did Hank pimp him out? Was he as much a stud as his owner? For a brief moment, I marvelled at the path of depravity we'd taken to get to this point. Contemplating whoring our daughter to my father-in-law's dog. Everything we'd done to our daughter, to ourselves and each other, following a progressive descent. Where would it stop? Did I want it to stop, or did I want to just keep falling? On the TV screen, the woman got down on her knees. A Rottweiler trotted into view. It shuffled around the woman, digging its blunt muzzle between her legs, tail wagging. She stroked her hands over his flanks, lower and lower, until her hand was on the furry sheathe of his cock. He licked her face in what I could only imagine as a sloppy, heated kiss. My husband settled back on the couch, cupping the bulge in his trousers. Hank gave his own erection a healthy squeeze. On screen, the woman jerked the Rottie's sheathe until his dick slid free. It was shockingly huge -- as fat as a man's cock -- and longer, narrowing to a tip. The whole thing was scarlet deepening to purple near the sheathe. "Big, huh?" Hank asked. "Imagine that pounding inside you." "I am," I croaked. Hank laughed and put his hand on my thigh. The woman crouched on all fours. Ass up, head down, occasionally looking back over her shoulder. Her pussy lips were smooth and pink, glistening in the light. The dog lapped eagerly at her cunt. She squirmed and shook, then patted her ass, clearly inviting him to mount her. He stepped in closer and thrust that massive red prick toward her pussy. He stabbed her a few times, trying to find his goal, before finally sinking deep. The woman cried out, either in pain or shock, I couldn't tell. The dog's hips moved like a fucking jackhammer. The woman spread her legs and braced herself against the pounding, groaning and making noises that bordered on distress. The Rottie hung over her shoulder, snarling and growling, as he fucked her. "Don't worry," Hank said, squeezing my thigh. "Rotties are just chatty like that. Kind of the canine equivalent of dirty talk. Oh look, he's knotting her!" I looked closer. A large lump, as big as his balls, sat at the base of his cock. Each thrust rammed it insistently against the woman's cunt. With a few more harsh thrusts -- and what was definitely a pained wail -- he rammed it inside her, then was still. The camera zoomed in on his ass. His tail was docked, the tiny stub raised high to reveal his puckered asshole. "See the way that muscle twitches? He's pumping her full of cum. When his knot's inside her like that, he's spunking. They'll be locked for fifteen minutes, maybe more, before his knot goes down enough to slip out." "And all that cum?" I asked faintly. "Just drips right on out. Unless you've got some fag slut ready to suck it all out." He shot a pointed look at my husband. Henry grinned and licked his lips. The camera wobbled again, the view shifting closer. A black cock came into view, massive and heavy. The woman was panting; pain, pleasure, I couldn't tell. The black man grabbed her hair and raised her head. She opened her mouth and accepted that huge cock, relaxing her muscles to let it slide down her throat. She took it without gagging, proving she was a professional cocksucker. The man fucked her throat hard as the dog pumped into her from behind. He pulled out -- grunted -- then jacked off into her mouth. Cum dripped over her chin and onto the floor. I could be like that. A fucked-out mess. Literally dripping with cum. Me... and my daughter. I looked at Henry. He wanted it. I wanted it. "Let's do it," I said. "Me first. Tilly tomorrow. Turn us into bitches." ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I wanted to do this now, before I lost my nerve. Molesting my daughter was illegal, and would get me sent to prison if I was ever found out, but there was just something so fundamentally depraved about bending over for a dog. Many cultures around the world considered children to be adult at a younger age (though perhaps not quite so young as Tilly), but I doubted any of them openly condoned dog sex. "Get undressed first," Hank said. "I want to see you naked. I want your husband to contemplate the cock that's about to fuck you." Henry retreated to the corner of the room to watch as I took my clothes off. I was too nervous to make a show of it. I stood there, naked, anxious, wondering what the hell I'd just agreed to. But my nipples had hardened. And my clit was throbbing. Whatever my mind thought of this, my body was responding. Hank let Bud in from the kitchen. The German Shepherd trotted after his master; when the dog saw me, his tail wagged, and he came right up to me. His warm nose nuzzled between my legs. I moved a hand to stop him in instinctive response. "He knows that naked people mean sex," Hank said. "Why don't you just sit on the sofa and spread your legs? Let him taste you. Get familiar with his tongue." He smirked. "See how quickly he can get you off." I did as I was told, quickly settling on the sofa. Bud pranced closer. Hesitant, I parted my legs. The air was cool on my pussy. "Wider," Hank commanded. I spread my legs further apart, then slowly moved my hand away from my pussy. Bud dived in. His hot breath fanned my thighs a second before his tongue lapped at my cunt. The alien sensation of a tongue that large was immediately drowned under a wave of intense pleasure, and I let out a startled cry. "Feels good, doesn't it?" Hank said softly. He'd perched on the arm of the sofa so he could get a good view. "Bud's digging his tongue inside your greedy hole. Lapping at your clit. Squeeze your titties for me." Gladly I gripped my breasts as Bud tongue-fucked me. My legs were now as wide as they'd go, spread for my new lover, taking his enthusiastic tongue as he slobbered all over my snatch. I pinched my nipples. Hank leaned across and kissed me. I sucked his tongue into my mouth. He gripped my chin and spat into my mouth. I felt like a slut for him, a needy slut. I sent a heated glance to my husband. His dick was out and he was stroking. Getting off on seeing his wife with a dog's tongue in her greedy cunt. Bud's relentless lapping made me cum much sooner than I'd anticipated. I arched against him, whimpering, shaking. Soon I had to push his head away. "See?" Hank asked. "Now imagine getting fucked like that." "I want it," I whined in a breathy little-girl voice. "Daddy, can I have it?" Hank kissed me. Hard. He bit my lip, yanking my hair to pull my head back. He slapped my bare breast with his other hand, hard enough to make me yelp, then did it again. Gripped my nipple. "Filthy fucking bitch," he growled. "You can have whatever the fuck you want, darlin'." He reached for the pile of clothes I'd dumped earlier, tossing my T-shirt back to me. "So he doesn't scratch you up," he reminded me. I pulled it over my head and let it settle, the fabric stimulating my hard, sensitive nipples. I slithered down onto the floor, crawling away from the sofa to give myself more space. Bud pranced around behind me, trying to mount me before I was ready. "Hold still for him, bitch!" Hank growled. I stopped to look back over my shoulder and that was when Bud struck. He got up in between my spread legs, mounted my back -- hooking his front paws over my hips -- and jabbed his cock at my soaking wet pussy. I jerked in discomfort at each stab. Hank stood and held my shoulders down. "I said hold fucking still!" I dropped my head and arched my ass, responding to the command in his voice. The slight shift in position was what Bud needed, and a second later his cock drove into my pussy. I squealed, head jerking back up. Bud pounded me with no finesse, no control, and my cunt quivered around him. Rocketing me into a hard, unexpected orgasm. Being held down -- being fucked so ruthlessly -- I groaned and grunted my way through it. "Oh fuck yeah," Hank said. "Henry, look at her. Look at your wife, son. Look at that dog cock pounding away inside her." My husband was staring, open-mouthed, flogging his dick. His other hand was under his shirt as he pinched his nipples. I loved it when he was in control, but I loved when his father dominated him even more. "He's trying to get his knot in you," Hank said, as I felt a large something banging at my pussy. "Holler if you don't want it. Might hurt some if you do, and you'll be tied for a while." "I want it," I said shakily, right on the edge of another orgasm. "Fuck, I want all of it." I didn't have to wait long. Bud was still driving away behind me. His big, furry body over my back felt so wrong, so animalistic. But his cock inside me felt so fucking good. My pussy stretched and burned as he forced his knot deeper. Hank was right -- it did hurt, and the idea of putting my daughter through that seemed barbaric. But she'd be unconscious... drugged... which made it seem like the best idea in the world. I came again, squelching and moaning as that massive knot plugged me deep. "Yeah." Hank drew the word out, slow and full of dirty promise. "Got you knotted good. You feel that? He's pumping you full of cum. Breeding you good." I imagined those hot squirts inside me. I felt shivery and sensitive. Big hands lifted my head. Hank's cock slapped gently over my face. I opened my mouth wide and let him slide deep, slathering it with my tongue as he hit the back of my throat. I gagged. He pulled off an inch, fisting my hair, and thrust back. I relaxed my throat and let him fuck me, trying to breathe through my nose even as it was pressed against his groin. Just as I was beginning to gasp for air, he pulled back, and I took a deep breath. Bud scrabbled around behind me, making me yell against Hank's cock. He pulled out, laughing, still gripping my hair. "He's just turning," he explained. "You're butt to butt." I panted and looked over my shoulder. Bud was panting, too, facing away from me. His cock, his swollen knot, felt fucking huge inside me. But I didn't have much chance to savour the feeling as Hank went right back to humping my throat. And it took him a lot longer to cum than his dog. By the time he finally shot his load over my face, I was a slobbery, wet mess. "Get over here," he grunted, clicking his fingers at his son. "Lick her clean." Henry knelt in front of me, his hands sliding into my hair. He licked his father's dripping spunk off my face, licked away my slobber and throat slime, then sucked my tongue into a deep, soulful kiss. Bud tugged away behind me, finally pulling his cock free. My cunt felt shockingly empty. And wet, so fucking wet, as his thin cum gushed out of me. Henry shuffled around me, laying on his back so he could get his face under my pussy. He pulled me down onto his waiting, greedy mouth, then devoured every drop of Bud's dog cum. I came... God, I don't know, another two or three times, tongue-fucked and trembling. And that was my introduction to dog sex! ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The next evening, we set things up for Bud to fuck my daughter. She could take her daddy's cock, and she could take Hank's cock, so Bud shouldn't be a problem. But however much the idea of it turned me on, I put my foot down about his knot. "She's just too little," I insisted. "When she's older, maybe." "Shame," Hank grunted. "Would have been fucking hot." "Yeah," I agreed regretfully, "it would have been. But this is me, pulling the responsible parent card." Hank laughed so hard he almost choked. Yeah. This was a fucked-up kind of responsible. I gave Tilly her drugged evening drink as usual. When she was passed out and pliable in her daddy's lap, I arranged a couple of cushions and pillows on the living room floor. This would raise Tilly up to the right angle for Bud to fuck her. Henry undressed his little girl with slow hands, taking every opportunity to caress her naked body. He ran his hands over her hips, her ribs, tweaking her flat breasts and tiny nipples. He slipped his fingers between her lips and fucked her mouth. I squeezed my thighs together. Spread over his lap like that -- naked, splayed, fingered -- she was so beautiful. Henry lifted her up and arranged her over the pillows, ass up and head down. He spread her legs. He took my unresisting hand, briefly sucked two of my fingers, and put my hand over her little pussy. I slipped my slicked-up fingers inside her, feeling her tight pussy gripping my digits. I worked her open, getting her wet, finding her tiny clit. Masturbating my daughter. I smoothed her dark hair back from her face, then moved to kneel at her head. "Alright," I said to Hank, who was standing by the door. "Let him in." Bud trotted in, tail wagging. He saw the naked little girl and went straight to her, snuffling all around her. He licked her face in passing, then down along her back to her tiny ass. He got in between her spread legs and went to town, his tongue slathering over her asshole and tiny, puffy slit. The rest of us remained clothed, but both Henry and Hank were squeezing their dicks through their slacks. Bud wasted no time mounting my daughter. His heavy frame completely covered her little body. My pussy clenched, a wave of moisture making my clit throb. Hank stepped in. Reaching beneath his dog, he guided that pink rocket toward Tilly's snatch rather than let him jab at her. Bud's hips snapped forwards as he found his goal. He was fucking her, God, this dog's cock was plundering my little girl's cunt... I rammed a hand up under my skirt and started rubbing my clit. This was too nasty, too perverted, for me not too. Bud fucked her with the same ferocity as he'd fucked me. Pounding her little cunt. Hank kept his hand between them, his fingers clamped around the base of the dog's dick so he couldn't force his knot into her. Tilly's body shook as she was bred. Her arms and legs flopped. Bud whimpered excitedly, and when he pulled out -- licking at his still-spurting dick -- Hank grabbed him by the collar and shut him back in the kitchen. My husband was already unbuckling his pants. "Help me turn her over," I said breathlessly. Together, we flipped Tilly onto her back, exposing the fucked-out mess of her little quim. Bud's thin cum trickled out of her, soaking the pillow and dripping on the carpet. Henry shoved his pants down and knelt in front of her. His erect cock seemed huge and red, already leaking precum, turned on by seeing his daughter fucked by a dog. He lined his cock up and shoved inside her hard enough to push her back. I gripped her shoulders and held her in place. Henry fucked her fast and hard, brutal almost, gripping her tiny hips and banging into her. Wet slaps filled the air. He came quickly, his ragged groan making my pussy clench. "My turn." Hank had already stripped his pants off and was stroking his dick. When my husband moved away, Hank moved in, sliding his cock into what sounded like a beautifully messy cream pie. He laid his body down over hers, dwarfing her as he drove his cock inside her sloppy little snatch. He fucked her as brutally as her father had, slamming his hips against her, scooping her into his arms. He licked her face, kissed her, sucked her tongue. Spat in her open mouth. Spat over her eyes, her nose, her cheeks. He slapped her -- lightly, not enough to leave a mark -- then gripped her throat. He lightly choked her as his hips jackhammered, roaring out his orgasm. The men retreated to tidy themselves up, and I had Tilly to myself. I licked my father-in-law's saliva from her face, kissing her slowly, deeply. Checking that he hadn't marked her face or neck. I kissed down her young body, focusing on her nipples -- biting, sucking -- before settling between her floppy legs. Her cunt was swollen. Puffy. Dripping cum, slick and nasty. A feast spread out before me. Was this how Henry felt every time he ate us out? A cummy smorgasbord waiting for his greedy tongue? I buried my face in my little girl's bald snatch. My tongue slithered deep inside her stretched hole, sucking out three loads -- two human, one dog -- savouring the salty mix. Holding it on my tongue. I turned my head and my husband was kneeling beside me; we kissed, sharing the slimy load back and forth. I went back for more. Fingers slipped inside my wet cunt -- not my own -- slowly fucking me, driving me higher. A thumb ground over my clit. I humped the hand, face buried in my child's well-fucked pussy, and came whimpering into her slickness. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- None of us would ever forget that eye-opening Christmas holiday. Particularly as, just a few weeks later, I found out I was pregnant.