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Basement Dale	By : TimedWatcher Category: +G through L > King of the Hill Views: 26768 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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It was bound to happen -- yet she still couldn't believe it.
Connie cupped her belly. She had swelled there over the past couple of days. She was even getting more sensitive in her chest. Her breasts which had been all but perfectly smooth were now starting to swell into prominent mounds, the skin sagging a little. She had denied it when the signs starting showing; the cramps, her spinning head... 'It was just the lack of sun' She'd tell herself. 'The cold of the basement was getting to her'. Connie couldn't think of a worse way to be introduced to womanhood - to wake up from a middle school girl to a... woman... that was going to give birth to Dale Gribbles child... Nothing signaled how not ready she was more than her first late night chunder.
She held her stomach as to not tip over the bucket as she leaned over to vomit in it.
Or her tenth.
"Dad, she's doing it again!" Joseph had been watching her like that for awhile, offering her no support - just waiting for his next opportunity with her and her tight ass. Heck, he'd even use her recently soiled mouth if he could he was so horny.
"Again!?" Dale yelped back with his usual nasal, stepping to the doorway his boy held. They watched as she was unable to hold back her hair, and got a few wet chunks on it as a result.
"Take a picture, it'll last longer!" She spurned at them with smoulder, her lowerlip sweaty and soupy, as her face puffed and she hurled again.
"Watch out Joseph! She's getting moody!" Flashbacks of his Nancy bent over the toilet and yelling hit Dale hard. It was never a pretty picture - like angry sunshine puking up a rainbow. Yet it'd all be worth it in the end. Like his Joseph, Nancy's anger fueled their baby boy, and so too would Connie with whatever comes out of her. He motioned to Joseph to follow him, as it was best to leave her alone for now.
"Come on, lets get upstairs before your mother gets suspicious of you too." He was as chipper sounding as a father wanting to go out for frosty chocolate milkshakes with the family after securing the hidden door. As he made his way up, Joseph's presence at his back faded, and he turned down to see his son standing frozen at the bottom of the stairs, his hands in his shorts' pockets.
"Dad..." The boy trailed off. He kicked some invisible dirt, trying to find the words for his father. "Connie was fun at first, but she got all gross."
Dale laughed. "You shoulda seen your mother when she was pregnant with you - I still wanted to do her twenty times over."
"Daaaaaaad..." The boy whined. "I need a girl of my own."
Dale thought of a few possible candidates, and only one really made sense to him. "Is it Kahn's wife? I've always wanted to give Minh more than a piece of my mind."
The boy had to think about that - because she was on his list as well, but Joseph knew of only one girl, one woman, that would sate his desires.
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Hank flipped the switch on the soviet era silver microphone provided to him. "Alright, Dale, I'm gonna let you take over. There's only so much of Rainey Street a man can appreciate. Over."
Dale saluted his black and white, grainy monitor, as he flicked on his mic. "Get a good nights rest, Hank, for in the 'morrow, we shall begin anew... I mean over."
Hank turned a little fuzzy as his good neighbour took a pinch grip to the base of his nose. "Now I know you've never given me a reason to believe you're responsible with anything, but..." There was a long interlude. "Just don't be a jackass and pretend you were up all night or I'm gonna do the opposite of pretending to kick your ass."
Dale took on a mocking tone as he clicked off his voice. "Oh no Hank, I'd never use old footage from yesterday and play it on a continuous loop while simultaneously recording it and then filing it and storing it as todays." Dale kicked as high as he could, while jamming in an extra VHS tape in the most agile way one heavy smoker could. "Shi-shi-sha..."
Who was the real jackass now, Hank?
Taking out a grey, wool ski mask, Dale took off his shades, applied the face covering and then put them back on - nodding to his son.
Joseph had been taking the knee, as if he were on the football field or maybe about to run a mile - because thats what he might have to do if tonight didn't go well - but he was just excited to be doing this, nearly clobbering the steps with his feet.
He climbed in back, waiting for his dad to take the driver's seat. Joseph licked his lips in anticipation, thinking about her body and how soon it would be his.
They only had to drive a few feet in the dark, the van slow and quiet, to the house with the pool.
Joseph beamed like a kid would if they were passing an arcade or a six flags.
Dale put it in park before lighting a cigarette. "The mongoose is ready for the hawk to intercept the mouse." Opening up a brown medicine bottle, he dabbed a cloth with the stuff, before passing it off to Joseph.
Popping out of the back, Joseph's eyes gleaned the neighborhood, rag in hand.
Nearly silent, except for the running van. Nearly pitch black, except for the moon.
He was tentative with his steps along the concrete driveway - going over to a window she had previously yelled at him from once before.
If Joseph was starving, his eyes could eat for days.
Luanne's bed was high enough to have her body met with the moon lit night reflecting from the water nearby. Her always booming bosoms seeming engorged thanks to her tight green tank top with the exposed midriff, the covers just placed right atop them as well, adding to the effect - the outline of them obvious. Even though he was a young boy, and like all young boys did, he got a boner over almost anything. Like Sharise looking his way for a micro second. This time however, was well earned.
He wanted to see them up close and personal -- ever since Bobby told him he had seen them. He wanted his preview - but he'd be getting more than that.
It was a hot summer, and Luanne made the mistake of leaving it open just a crack. With an upward slide of it, he climbed in. A foot. A step. Joseph walked with a slowed pace, the carpet masking his shoes. He reached up a hand to the corner of the blanket and he peeled it back slowly, moving it and then waiting to see her reaction.
As he got it down past her knee, she stirred. Joseph's hand around the chloroform squeezed.
Caution changed to want in a heart beat. His mouth watered, hanging almost in disbelief - it was as picturesque as any magazine or website with nothing out of place - the image of Luanne's glistening, almost nude form glazed over his eyes as she laid there in nothing but that green top and a pair of lace panties that had grown very attached to her, leaving almost nothing to the imagination with her beach bunny thigh gap, legs steamy with perspiration. He could almost see it... the folds... the hair... the dark shade of pink...
One hand spread out wide, while the other prepped his rag, giving her upper lip a wipe of the stuff while the other reached down into her shirts cleavage. He almost melted - everything was soft. Everything.
He opened the door to the living room, readjusting her with a handful of her luscious ass. He was careful not to jostle or shake her in anyway as to bump her into the walls or furniture because that would have been it for him.
As the glass door patio thumped open and closed, at the back of the van was his dad as he had a head like a meerkat. A final turn of his head, he signalled his son by waving him in. Joseph had done the hard work lifting Luanne. He didn't mind. Just feeling that supple skin beneath his greasy finger tips was heaven in itself. Yet even for him, the weight was getting to him. He sat her on the cusp of the trunk, admiring his new prized possession. Luannes lips were full and open - maybe still dreaming about a prince - as if a sleeping beauty inviting a kiss from a lover. Joseph leant in.
Then Joseph saw those bright baby blue eyes open, and he was staring right at her tonsils when her mouth opened, a scream about to pierce the night. He reacted with fumbling surprise, losing grip of her. His attempt to save her only ripped her top, exposing her partially.
Her head smashed against the pavement with a dull meaty thud that grossed him out. His dad had the same look.
They looked to one another for guidance. Dale's teeth were chattering before he yelled out "S'go s'go s'go!" Joseph awkwardly, again, picked up the girl like she was just a dented soup can and tossed her back in again. As he had done so, the van jerked forwards, swinging the doors back against it. He had pulled her in just in time before they smacked against her slim but athletic legs. The van swung heavily, heading back to its home base of operations. He held onto her, as her limp face drove into his chest with a near whiplash.
As the van was put back into place in front of their open garage, his dad hopped out and Joseph opened the back hoping his dad would help him carry the light but still front heavy girl, but Dale seemingly disappeared.
Pulling her in with him, Joseph sat on the hard surface, holding whatever rags he could find to the bloodied head of Luanne, waiting for the neighbourhood to respond to what they had just done.
Yet the only thing that shifted was their garage door.

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Connie awoke to some shuffling in the dark. She kept still, her face towards the cold cement wall as everything happened to her back, a little frustrated because she finally fell asleep thanks to the total darkness and lack of a rapist leering at her. She tried to pretend, at least, that she was still asleep. Yet it was hard to ignore the drilling, as her neck shot up to her shoulder to peer back to the scene behind her.
Mr. Gribble was adding some holes to the wall with some loud whirls of his power tool. Once finished, Dale maneuvered not so subtly to pull up his pants, but to also pick up some medieval style arm shackles and chains. A new way to restrain her maybe? What had she done to deserve this? Was it only because she was too sick to let Joseph have his way with her?
She wished he had never found her.
Despite her hair raised nerves, it was only a couple minutes of her focussing on Dale twisting them in before she fell asleep.
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"AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE"
Connie bolted up like it was it was her dad surprising her with an early morning test. The scream almost made it seem like it was, as she hoped this had all been a terrible dream.
She instead saw a dopey eyed girl hanging slumped on Joseph with his shorts down.
Lu... Luanne? She always forgot her name. She only really remembered her existence because Bobby saw her nude, and Connie was kind of jealous that she was the first girl he had ever seen that way. Now... now she didn't know what to think. The white bandages made it seem like she had been recently shaved of her golden locks. Luanne reminded her of a bald lobotomy patient.
She certainly drooled like one.
Connie watched him vacuum in one of her giant teets, his mouth opening for a moment as he tongued the pink nipple, his lower half hurriedly humping as if his life depended on it. To Joseph, this might have been his idea of the perfect girl as he couldn't tear himself away from staring up at her, with Luanne barely able to hold up her neck properly.
She certainly was beautiful - even in her current state.
God. Why have pangs of jealousy now? At least she wasn't the target of his lust.
But was he just as into it as he was with her?
Connie's legs shut - a heat between them growing.
Further lurid details became clear - Luanne's blonde covered pussy was leaking like crazy, but more than just her own juices was Joseph's protein contributions as they intertwined down her thigh, making everything look nice and slick. They had been at this for awhile, their lovemaking squishy as Connie could hear the little slapping wetness - Joseph chortling to himself in contentment.
A change of pace for Joseph - letting her go as he slipped out of her, he let her sink to the ground as he stood above to finish rather than using her mouth. 'Maybe she couldn't even do that' Connie thought as she watched him rack his fingers across his length.
Luannes thick thighs pressed together while watching the shaft dumbly.
She didn't even flinch when it covered her face.
Joseph finally left in a huff, as she stared at the now wilted flower that was Luanne, as she blew a cum bubble with her strange murmurs. His jism rolled over her chin, drizzling down her throat, before falling betwixt her cleavage. Connie wanted to let out a scream when Luanne rigidly turned to face her. She had a glassy eyed expression. Like there wasn't a light on in there. Closest person she could compare the expression to was Dooley, but even he had a few braincells to rub together.
She could feel her scream building in her chest - yet nothing came. She had realised there was no one to scream out to, no one that would listen, no one that would know that she was living off a steady diet of mens ejaculate and rooming with an invalid.
If a tree fell on top of you in a forest, and no one was around to hear your cries of pain, did you actually cry out for help? Or did you die without a sound? Without a struggle?
It came out a little wicked - a little sinister - but Connie just laughed, as Luanne started to as well.
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