Family Feud II

The Family Feud II

Chapter Eighteen
“Cross Over”

STAR COUNT:
WENDY: 3
JAMIE: 2

Fucking his wife named Wendy’s wet pussy behind a dumpster at a Wendy’s restaurant had a certain perverse irony that amused Bill. He was really enjoying himself, which is why it surprised Wendy when he pulled out before cumming inside her stopping the rythym they had created as he thrust in and out abruptly.

“You didn’t cum, sir?” Wendy asked wistfully.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you, bitch?” his reply.

Before she could answer, he slapped her hard across the ass with his hard dick and failing to get the dramatic sound he had hoped for, followed with his hand. “I haven’t forgotten the mason jar trick. How you milked us for cum, so we would be more compliant. All our dirty thoughts erased so we could focus on house work, have you?”

“No sir, it was way over the line of me.” She deeply regretted what she thought at the time was an appropriate way to keep them from walking around hard, and keep them in line.

“We wondered what you did with the mason jars, did you save them?”

Wendy couldn’t understand the question. “Why would I have saved them?”

“I don’t know, drink them.” Bill offered, and realized that sounded weird he corrected “Or make us drink them.”

“No sir, I just washed them back out.” it had never occurred to her to do anything that disgusting or cruel. Going back in her mind to when she had brought them in the living room to pull their puds into the jar, it was just to get it done quickly and efficiently so they could get back to work. She hadn’t realized until just now how it must have felt to masturbate that close together, in front of her with what was surely the sort of disapproving look that made it hard to complete it. Then to wonder what she was doing with the mason jars, maybe made it seem even more nefarious to them.

Some how their masturbating didn’t seem as sexual to her as her and Jamie having to do it. In part, because she knew they both jacked off as a member of habit, whereas other than a little white wine induced playfulness in the bathtub she hadn’t and she had no idea if Jamie did, but she didn’t seem the horny type.

“I’ve got my own mason jar plan for you girls!” Bill said pounding his fist on her sore ass cheeks, but not offering any more details. This sent Wendy’s mind racing as to how that would work. She wasn’t exactly the ‘squirting’ kind that she had seen on the internet porn. So there wasn’t anything to collect in the mason jar.

Wiping his cock with her panties, Bill stuffed it into her mouth while unshackling her from the dumpster, and ordering her to dress. He gave no instruction about removing the smushed French fries from her poor asshole, the few remaining ones had been pushed inside in the process of being slammed from behind by her husband.

He walked her to the truck and told her to sit on her hands in the truck. “We won’t be long, and there is no point in cuffing you. Don’t make me regret giving you a little freedom” as he buckled her into place while she sat on her hands and nodded she wouldn’t be any trouble.

Bill’s next stop was a mini-strip mall. It had the usual amscot check cashing place, next to a gun store, liquor store, tattoo parlor, and pawn shop. Bill commented “You can get a pay day loan, buy a gun to rob somebody, get drunk enough to go through with it, sell what you stole at the pawn shop, and then use the money to buy a tattoo to look like a drunken, bad ass, outlaw. It’s one stop shopping.” he laughed.

He hustled Wendy into the “Chico’s tattoo parlor” still gagged he walked up to a heavy set, bald Mexican guy dressed like a Biker, and asked “Are you Chico?”

“Are you fucking racist, dude?” the fat guy answered amused.

“No, it’s just the name of the place is Chicos, so I figured.”

“Yeah Cholo my name is Hector. Chico died a long time ago, prolly. What can I do for you, mang?”  he said in a thick accent.

“Strip, honey” Bill had called her cunt, bitch, slut all night, and some how the twisted way he said ‘honey’ had hurt her the worst.

“Hey, we got a booth back in the back for that, Mang” Hector offered.

“No other customers in here,  besides my wife doesn’t mind, do you honey?”

Wendy slowly nodded yes.

“Oh sorry, spit out your panties, so you can tell the nice man, what you want, while you undress.” Bill said in a tone that sounded perversely positive and at the same time condescending.

Wendy took the panties out of her mouth and began to pull off her top, and step out of her skirt, keeping her heels on as she had back at the dumpster.

“Well this is not the first time someone has done this” Hector laughed “But what if a customer comes in while she is nekked?” he seemed amused by the site of her sweaty, naked, hairless body.

“Then I guess, we could just wait until you deal with them?” Bill said with a similar bemused look, that seemed to infer that he didn’t care if a customer saw his wife naked.

“Okay, she must be a stripper, huh?” noticing her fake boobs and well toned body.

“You know, that’s not a bad idea.” Bill seemed to agree with Hector,  but didn’t answer his question. Hector just assumed that meant she must be an escort or something, since standing inside a tattoo parlor lobby with glass paned windows fully nude was something only a whore or stripper would usually have the courage to do.

“So what you want?” Hector asked as he worked behind his counter on one of his tattoo implements.

“Well that depends on the lady. You get one gold star to get your nipples and clit pierced with little gold hoops, and three gold stars to let me put a tattoo that says “CUM DUMP” on your ass cheek.

“Bill…” she corrected “Sir, a tattoo is permanent!!”

“So, isn’t your ass a cum dump?”

She was hesitant in answering, so Bill said “Turn around, bend over in inspection two position, and spread your cheeks, Show Hector and see what he thinks.”

She moved cautiously but complied with the order. Hector laughed “Oh my God, is that a fucking French fry?” he said elated with amusement.

“Tell him, slut” Bill prodded.

“The French fries were shoved up my ass, by a guy.” and when that fell on stunned silence she added “I was sucking his dick, and it amused Bill that he stuffed my chocolate hole with fries” admitting it out loud and using the term ‘chocolate hole’ that Bill had said earlier made it sound even worse than she had been willing to admit to herself earlier.

“Oh yeah, you are definitely a cum dump” Hector could only laugh.

“True Sir, but I do not want a permanent tattoo”

“What about for five stars?” Bill asked. Five Stars would only shave at best 2 days from her service, the tattoo would be forever. She couldn’t and wouldn’t. Stubbornly but politely, she declined.

“What about for one star, the piercing? You can take them out when it’s all over” he added “if you want”

“Three stars, and yes” Wendy couldn’t believe she was agreeing to this, or even standing there in the front of the tattoo parlor.

That is when the door jingled, a small bell similar to the cat collar around her neck only larger to let Hector know he had another customer if he were in the back.

It was two girls about her daughter’s age and two boys a little younger. Wendy’s eyes flashed wide, but surprisingly other than a stifled giggle the high school students said nothing.

Hector seemed to know the teens. “Savannah” he said calling one by name “Lloyd, and your uh cousins. As you can see, I am a little busy.” he said indicating the naked woman bent over.

“Yeah, it looks that way, actually we are here for something a long those lines” Lloyd said smiling “We can wait” they all took chairs in the lobby area only a few feet from where Wendy was naked as if this was as normal as a picnic in July.

“ Oh you do teenagers?” Bill asked.

“Do?” Hector grinned at the double entendre before adding “I can do work on them, with parent permission, supposed to have a notarized form, but Savannah’s mom is a friend from way back, so they cool.”

“Wendy, how do you think your slut of a daughter, would feel about having her precious little titty pierced?”

Wendy could overhear slightly the kids nearby talking about her, it sounded like they were more amused than disapproving.  When Wendy was growing up, tattoos and body piercing were simply never talked about  on girls. She did remember seeing a lot of the girls in Bill’s porn collection, many of which were Jamie’s friends, with belly rings, and nipple rings so she knew the practice was more widely accepted and not as taboo. It still felt deeply wrong to her.

Swallowing “I think given the offer of three stars, she’d probably agree to it” Wendy said tears welling up. She was being truthful.

“Three stars is like one whole day off, what about two stars”.

The giggling teenagers had no idea what they were talking about, but she could tell they were speculating at their conversation.

“Three, one for each nipple and the cunt sir?” Wendy said hoping that would please Bill and hurry up and end this.

“Are you sure your daughter wouldn’t agree to  have cum dump tattooed on her pale little ass for Five stars?” Bill laughed obviously enjoying things.

One of the girls, a blonde with a sassy southern accent shouted out “Hell Darling, I don’t know how much a star is worth, but you should hold out til you get to ten, my Cousin’s are loving listening to this!” she cheered.

Why did rednecks always have to involve their cousins in everything, Wendy thought while getting a mental image of deliverance. She finally looked up at them and noticed that two of the kids were ones she had seen around her own neighborhood. They weren’t rednecks at all. They were dressed like rednecks, definitely the girls were both wearing very slutty outfits.

Helen? Ellen? She couldn’t remember the girls name, but she had seen them at community functions. Her parents name were Patricia and George, very nice people. She hadn’t seen them in over a year, but that is normal with busy schedules.  What were the chances this girl who lives where she lives would be in this out of the way place? She wondered.

She could tell the girl recognized her too, and she involuntarily said “It isn’t what you think, please don’t mention this to your parents”

Ellen (the brunette) just nodded that she understood, explaining they had moved over a year ago.

When Savannah (the blonde) interrupted “What is it we think? A naked slut is spreading her pussy in a tattoo parlor, thinking about getting hoops in her tits. Isn’t that it?” she said bluntly in that course, southern accent.

“Okay, yes” Wendy had to admit that was in fact exactly what was happened.

Bill wasn’t satisfied not being the center of attention so he gave his wife a hard spank across the ass to get her attention followed by cheers of “You go!” and “Woo-hoo” from the teens.

“I asked you a question, and you got distracted and didn’t answer it, now unless you and your daughter want to come down here and spend a few hours with your asses spread in Chico…err Hector’s window, I suggest you stop your insolent behavior and answer me right this minute!!!” He demanded.

Savannah was saying “Oooh, naked in the window, that seems like a good idea!” Bill wasn’t sure if it was sarcasm or the girl was a genuine sadist of sorts, but he was finding himself liking the bold little trampy trailer park vixen.

“You would have to ask” swallowing before she said the name of her name of daughter “Jamie, if she wants the tattoo sir, I’ve no authority to decide for her.” she realized the girl she recognized from her neighborhood was probably a grade behind her own daughter, but that she’d know who Jamie was.

“Aren’t you both cum dumps?”

She was going to respond with the fact that tattoos are a big deal, permanent but she got two swats to the ass, Bill would only accept yes or no, and she knew it. Which is why it pained her to say “Yes, sir we are” which caused more excitement in the teens.

Wendy was so shocked that they weren’t confused by this spectacle. They seemed to be egging her on, egging Bill on.

Bill finally caved “Fine, three stars, one for your cunt, and one for each nipple, and we are coming back here to see if you are interested in that tattoo and offer a chance for Jamie to meet Hector and get whats coming to her”

She was finally permitted to stand. Even if it was happening out in the lobby area, Hector insisted on having more leverage to do it properly, which required Wendy to stand up in the very center of the room.

A French fry dropped out and hit the ground to awkward silence.

“Uh, looks like you dropped something!” Savannah said teasingly.

“Waste not, want not. Wendy get down on the floor and pick that up and eat it. Don’t use your fingers”

Wendy gave him a “please no!!” look, but it was no use. She knew she would have to do it. It seemed no matter how outrageous her act, for some reason these people only seemed to laugh. She thought it was so implausible, what could have possibly happened in their lives that this sort of thing wouldn’t outrage them or send them running from this shop just as quickly as their little legs would let them run. Hector the shopkeeper at least seemed only to be humoring an eccentric customer, but these teens were really enjoying it.

She got down on the floor in push up position where she could see the French fry. It wasn’t covered in shit or anything, but she knew where it had been.

The teens did too, which is why when Lloyd the handsomer of the two boys said “Hurry up, ten second rule!!!” she was surprised and confused.

She guessed when another of them added “After ten second rule, you got to 15 second rule” that it meant something about how long you had to eat food after it had been on the floor. In her family it had been zero second rule.

She opened her mouth, but shut her eyes and picked up the fry and began to chew it, to cheers of ‘swallow, swallow’.

Bill asked if it was always this rowdy and Hector laughed and said “No, I think it’s just one of those weird Sundays.” shrugging while Wendy stood back up.

Hector held up what he called 14 gauge white gold hoops.

Bill wanted something cheaper and gaudier, but Hector seemed convinced that the cheap stuff would get infected and the bigger gauge would look awful and that she should try the smaller rings first.

“It’s my fantasy, god damnit. I want bigger hoops!” Bill said defiantly.

“Good point, mang. It’s just well the bigger hoops, you know people usually work up to them is all. You and your wife‘s fantasy life is your business mang, no judgments from me.” He smiled while the people in his waiting room watched with rapt attention as he cleaned and marked her nipples with marker so that the entry and exit holes for the ring are located and lined up properly. The piercings set at the base of the nipple, where it joins the aureole.

Bill getting a little bored with the details, turned his attention to the girls in the lobby. “So you know my slut of a wife?” he said to the brunette girl with the short hair who seemed completely out of place on this side of town.

“Not really, Sir” she said perhaps because Wendy had called him Sir “I think I saw you guys at a picnic once, we don’t live there anymore.”

This gave Wendy some satisfaction at least that George and Patricia lived somewhere else now. She wasn’t prepared for the the medical clamp (a type of forcep) was attached to her nipples causing her to wince.

“Well you sure a nice well mannered girl, not like my Jamie and wife. Please don’t think I am a bastard for treating her this way”

Ellen explained that they were up there to visit her dad George who had taken a job nearby and that they were on some sort of game of their own, is the reason they had stopped in the tattoo parlor when they did. She was saying they didn’t mind what they were seeing at all, and that she’d definitely keep to herself what she saw, if they’d be so inclined not to mention it to her father that she was here in the first place.

“It’s fucking hilarious” Savannah, the girl with the long blonde hair who seemed more mature than all the others observed. Bill couldn’t help but like her, but he only smiled.

While holding a cork on one side to catch the needle, Hector quickly does the actual piercing with a slant-tip hollow needle. Having been slapped, pinched, plucked, posed, this momentary pain really didn’t sting very much by comparison at all. Bill hardly noticed, his attention on the teens.

    The clamp was removed with the needle almost all the way through the piercing. Then the ring butted up against the end of the needle and is used to push the needle out, allowing the ring to slide smoothly into place to be repeated on the second nipple, and ultimately on his wife clit hood with 10 gauge hoop rings that reminded Wendy of something a cow would have through it’s nose although obviously that is an exaggeration it still felt that way.

Bill was being given boring instructions about how to care for them, not to pull or tug on them to hard, and impatiently he asked if the man would just draw “CUM DUMP” on her ass cheek.

“Sure, for you, anyting!!”  Hector finished in his thick accent, which seemed to grow thicker for comedic effect.

Savannah spoke up “Awww damn, what  a waste” she laughed. Bill asked her what she meant with a look and she continued “Well, you could put WH on the left cheek, and RE on the right cheek, and use that dirty brown hole to be your O” she said graphically describing writing WHORE on his wife’s ass.

Bill smirked and offered the pen holding it up right “You want to come up and write it?”

“Not particularly, Conner here would though” shoving the youngest of the kids out of his chair by his back causing him to stumble forward.

“Wendy, do you mind if this boy practices his penmanship?”

She absolutely did. He couldn’t be much older than the peepers from the backyard. However, he had just seen her get her clit hood, and tits pierced and she’d have agreed to anything to end this humiliation.

“No, sir I don’t mind, if you think it best” she said daintily, taking inspection position two and facing her ass towards the young man.

As Conner began to awkwardly scrawl the W, Bill asked “How much older do you think the kid you blew at Wendy’s was than this guy?”

Wendy’s body shivered and convulsed involuntarily at the mention.

“Hold your ass still, stop wiggling your cunt for his amusement”  Bill said knowing full well his wife’s reaction was anything but that.

“I um am Sorry Sir, I would hope perhaps two years older?”

Bill decided that since they teens had been such good sports, it couldn’t hurt to just ask “Would you suck this kid’s dick for being nice enough to write what you are on your ass?”

“If you told me too, Sir” Wendy swallowed. She didn’t want to admit this, especially in light of present company.

“Why?”

Conner was taking his time, nervously writing H, it was obvious he was hard in his shorts.

“I am your whore, and my mouth belongs to you, I’ll kiss or suck anyone you want with it” she said with a sudden wave of bravery, that was only slightly diminished by the sudden realization the boy was circling the rim of her asshole with the magic marker while she held her ass apart. The French fries that were visible having long since fallen out of her ass, leaving only a few that had been pushed inside.

“Do you kiss your whore of a daughter?” Bill wanted her to admit

“Yes Sir, we’ve kissed and licked each other.”

“Hot damn! Want to trade, this Jamie sounds like more fun than my Cousin Ellen!” Savannah interjected.

Bill ignored her joking request, unsure if it was a joke or not “Ask Conner if he’d like it if you sucked his dick?”

“Sir, would you like me to suck your dick?” Wendy asked in the most pathetic and pitiable way possible, she was hardly being seductive.

Conner said “No ma’am, no thank you” nervously. To which his cousins called him “Pussy!!”

“See, you made Conner here, look bad with his uh, friends and family, and made him feel  sorry for you. That is part of your manipulations. Should you be punished for that?”

“Yes Sir, I am sorry Conner for making you feel bad, I should have asked nicer.” she had already sucked one young cock, another wouldn’t be too far out of the question. She tried to smile as he seemed to be spending some time to make sure there was a nice dark ring around her pink asshole to represent the “O“ with marker.

Savannah offered “Play seven minutes in heaven” and explained for everyone, that this was a party game where two people go into a closet or bathroom and spend seven minutes alone making out or doing whatever. Bill remembered playing something like that with his wife back in high school.

“Wow, that brings back memories!! Okay, sounds good” he said accepting the offer, despite Conner never actually accepting. He told him what a good job he had done writing WHORE” on her ass, and sent them to the bathroom at Chicos.

What happened there was better left to the imagination. If you ever saw the movie “Mrs Robinson”, the young man and the older MILF. He was naïve, inexperienced and nervous, and Wendy felt awkward, disgusted with herself and obligated to at least give him a good time.

He started to fondle her tits, and tried to kiss her. She didn’t want to let him French, and despite his insistence didn’t want to leave the bathroom lights on. He barely came up to her shoulders in height and his freckled face and red hair made him seem so immature.

“If you let me turn out the lights, Conner I will let you do whatever you want.” she admitted. She just didn’t want to see his cute, precocious little face.

“Deal! But call me sir”

When the lights went out, and in the darkness, Conner took on a much more confident aspect. He quickly went from awkward grabs and trying to turn her nipples like radio dials, to more like a man.

Wendy tried to picture anyone else but him, but she kept seeing his cherubic face every time.

It didn’t help he was well hung. Apparently, even though his body hadn’t grown full size, his cock had. He was as well hung as Chris even though Chris easily outweighed him by a hundred pounds.

He said nothing, which helped a lot with keeping Wendy’s mind off the guy who was bending her over right now and fucking her without a condom.

She thought to her self “Oh my god, no condom!?” but then realized this may very well be his first time, so he has more at risk than she does. She held herself up by her hands on the toilet as he began fucking her hard, in and out and in out.

If it was his first time, he seemed to come at it like a natural she thought. He was grabbing her tits in his hands, almost kneading them like dough, careful not to entangle his slender finger in her newly installed nipple rings.

His fingers were like magic, she had to admit. She didn’t know this but he played lots of video games and the digital dexterity that he had from pressing the right buttons must have translated well to finger fucking, because every time he applied his fingers to her pussy lips, asshole, tits, or any where really, she hated to admit it, but she was enjoying it.

It was disgusting sex in a bathroom with a strange kid younger than her own kids. It was not supposed to be pleasant, but he was being tender at times, and firm at others. He was attentive and giving. He seemed to be massaging her at times. The  pent up sexual energy of the last two days, didn’t seem pent up any more, they were flowing. She wasn’t sure if she was orgasming, but she wasn’t complaining that was for sure.

Which is why it surprised her to hear a hard knock on the bathroom door “Okay, it’s been fifteen minutes slut, make him cum and get out of there!!!” from Bill. She could hear girlish giggles on the other side.

“Please cum for me, Sir” she begged her new lover Conner. In her mind, he had grown to be man sized, with a body at least like his older cousin Lloyds.

“I don’t know how” he said in that boyish voice, that ruined the entire illusion she had built up about him, bringing her back to reality. How could he not know how? She wondered.

“I usually just jerk off”

Turning to him, she took his cock in hand in the darkness and began to pull on it. It was only fair she give him some relief, after all despite how wrong this situation was, he had at least given her some pleasure.

“Slower, now harder” Conner tried to instruct her the ideal way to pull him off. Obviously, as a teenage boy with a lot of practice, he was certainly the expert in that matter.

Each time he spoke, it only deepened her humiliation and she hushed him. “Shhhhh, Sir..let me do this for you” and with that she opened her mouth and put it around his cock and began to give him the best blowjob she knew how. Not a hard throat fuck like she had earlier, but more of a well lubricated, sensual affair that she just shut her eyes and did for him, as well as she had done for Bill the night before in their bedroom.

It obviously worked, because it was all over in under a minute. His cream burst forth, salty and hot, and filled her mouth. She was going to spit, but decided that she had better get used to the idea of swallowing cum if she was going to be Bill’s slut.

Conner spasmed, she could sense his muscles tigthen, his toes curl up, and he whispered “Thank you” as he pulled up his pants and exited the bathroom as quickly as possible to what sounded like “Did you get any?” and “Way to go, squirt!!” from his cheering friends.

She had wanted to make sure he wasn’t going to tell his parents, before he left. She realized she had taken control of that sexual situation. It was her nature, to drive things when people were flailing around lost. It was maternal, what may have been hormonal had motivated her to enable treat Bill and Chris as she had. Allowing them to fail, while passive aggressively keeping them in that role, so she could be the controller, the bread winner, and she all at once saw young Conner’s fumblings as a metaphor for her husbands.

She had to walk out naked, because she had gone into the bathroom that way. The kids had already gone and it was just Hector and Bill standing there. “Be thankful I don’t make you crawl out of here naked, slut. That was way longer than seven minutes. I hope you didn’t just use that boy for your own sick pleasures?”

“No sir, thank you.”

“Thank Hector here, for piercing you and let’s go, I’ve got another stop for date night!! You’ve ate, and got a treat, now it’s your turn to amuse ME!” Bill said as if he had only been humoring her by stopping here tonight.

“Thank you sir, for piercing my nipples and cunt” Wendy said defeated.

Hector reminded her that they would need to clean her nipple piercing twice a day for the next 3 days, and he tried to give her last minute reminders about how fast it would heal and what to do about the vagina but Bill was already hurrying her to get dressed and out the door. This part was obviously boring him.

When he got her in the truck, all he said was “Did you enjoy that?”

“No sir, not really” she said plainly.

He surprised his wife with a smirk and a shrug “Wendy, I Love you”.  Looking at her admiring her with new eyes.




NOTE: If you have read the story “Hard Times” this was a point in the story where they cross over, an Easter egg of sorts to my readers.