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OTEC_Eskimo_Fun
OTEC the novel		http://literatemachine.com/node/142
OTEC COPYRIGHT (C) 2007 DAWootan, ALL RIGHTS RESERVED by DAWootan



It was Monday night, Kay was off doing sex research, so Vin was sleeping 
with his mother.
"Do you remember the small government communication station, where we 
spent the winter
while I was in the second grade?"
"Yes."
"Do you remember, the whole station was in an uproar when, my friend, 
the kid living next door, was busted fucking his Eskimo mother?"
"Yes."
"Do you remember us coming home from a movie, finding five or six Eskimo 
men sitting in our living room,
patiently waiting for us to get home?"
"Yes, I remember it vividly."
"Have you ever wondered why such a simple thing, would produce so vivid, 
a memory?"
"Because it upset your father so completely?"
"Perhaps, but I suspect your subconscious realized there was more to it."
"I don't understand."
"You didn't then, but you do now, when Eskimo men come calling, they are 
expecting the man of the house to share his wife with them.
Do you remember having fantastic sex with my father after the men left?"
"Yes, he was a man possessed."
"He was a hypocrite, unable to admit, watching you fuck strangers in the 
living room was a turn on.
If you could travel backwards in time, changing history, would you let 
your two young boys,
watch you having sex in the living room with five Eskimo men?"
"Oh! Dear God, Yes! At the time, I was too clanked up to even imagine 
such a thing, much less do it!!
I was married to an ass hole, how do you expect to get him to agree to 
this?"
"Leave that to me, take my hand, we are going on a trip."

Vin reloaded the necessary OTEC backup tapes, creating a small fast, slice.
They were on an island in the middle of a river, north of the Arctic Circle.
Vin was wearing his father's body, there was no lock on the door, the 
living room was dark, even before the light was turned on, the smell of 
fish betrayed the presence of Eskimo men sitting in the living room.
He could give his mother control of the twenty-year-old Frankie, 
standing beside him, but it would be more fun, if he kept Mom in the 
background, unable to make Frankie's decisions for her.
This was Frankie's moment, her opportunity to break her chains. With a 
little help, of course.
Vin turned the lights on, smiling at the Eskimo men, who nodded gravely.
Eskimo men do not show open emotion.
Vin seized control of Frankie at the molecular level. Her legs failed 
her, she set heavily
on the footstool in front of the sofa, looking slightly cross side, 
hyperventilating, vagina on fire,
Vin had borrowed the genetic coding from almost every seasonal placental 
mammal, modifying the raging hormones that make bitch dogs in heat 
frantic for sex.
Frankie was filled to capacity with the human counterpart of over a 
dozen mammalian hormones
causing her Vagina to open like a night flower, she had a world-class 
wide-on, and the legs that would not support her weight.
She was sitting on an Ottoman, staring at five Eskimo men, knowing she 
was going to fuck them.
Her woman's intuition was confirmed when her husband  slid the zipper on 
back of her dress down..
"Boys! Go to your room!"
"No! Stay, you are old enough to stay up late watching your mother 
entertain house guests.
Go to the closet, drag the ironing board out, help me set it up, you are 
old enough to watch men fucking a woman.
Your mother will enjoy letting you watch her lying on her ironing board 
fucking a room full of men. "
It was a  triple whammy striking Frankie from  three directions 
simultaneously.
As a second massive dose of tabby cat in heat hormone raced through her 
system, Vin switching the pleasure center in her brain full-on, 
announcing she would enjoy  letting  her children watch.
Her metaphysical  hymen ruptured as the obscene suggestion was thrust 
into her mind.
She swayed slightly, as though she had been whacked upside the head with 
a two by four.
Frankie recovered quickly, smiling wickedly at her two small boys, 
knowing their mother was a total slut,  pulling her dress up to her 
armpits, spreading her legs, exposing her pink nylon panties, savoring 
her children's shocked expression as she slid her panties off.
She began fingering herself, maintained eye contact with her two boys.
"Do as your father says, you are old enough for sex education, old 
enough to see a husband watching
his wife fuck a room full of men. There are women who enjoy this sort of 
thing and you are old enough to know your mother is such a woman. I will 
let you watch me fuck the men sitting on our sofa,
but only if you help your father set up the ironing board I will use."

The Eskimo men watched stoically, her two small boys watching 
Google-eyed as their mother
raised her arms over her head, allowing Vin to pull her cotton dress off.
She was dressed only in a white cotton bra , smiling at the men sitting 
on the sofa before her.
"Boys, your first sex education, homework assignment is to unhook your 
mother's brazier.
No, it unfastens around the back.
That's better.
No, one of you push the straps together, as the other one unhooks, the 
fastener.
Suddenly Frankie's breasts were free, she was naked, smiling at the men 
sitting before her,
making eye contact with each man in turn, letting him look into her 
eyes, letting them know
she was going to fuck them all.
She had to stand, moving out of the way, as her husband moved the 
Ottoman, replacing
it with the ironing board, setting it to the correct height, Eskimos are 
not tall people.
He placed the foot of the ironing board facing the sofa, within arms 
reach of the seated men.
As her two boys watched, open mouthed, Frankie squatted naked over the 
blunt end of the ironing board, slowly lowering herself, leaning back, 
reaching down, holding her vagina open showings the seated
men her twenty six year old cunt stretched by the two children standing 
beside her, watching open mouthed.
Vin made the universal hand signal, opening his empty hands, fingers 
pointed toward Frankie's vagina,
making a slight pushing motion, offering his wife to them.
The Eskimos looked at each other, one of them standing, undressing, 
displaying his erect uncircumcised penis, stepping forward, allowing 
Frankie to guide him into her quivering vagina.
Eskimos are they most oversexed people on the planet, they began gang 
fucking Frankie with great enthusiasm, their brown, uncircumcised 
penises, bringing her great pleasure.
Frankie was not a starfish, there was a highly vocal, enthusiastic fuck, 
throwing her arms around
each partner, rocking her hips like a machine, matching each brown 
uncircumcised penis stroke for stroke.
She rolled her head to the side, making eye contact with her children, 
projecting love and lust to them.
"Boys you are old enough to help! Suck your mother's tits while I fuck 
the next one!"
With six horny men available, they were able to fuck Frankie 
continuously, Vin eventually, had
to go to the bathroom.
He returned, finding Frankie's two small children were now naked.
An Eskimo man had his hands around, the oldest boys chest, holding him 
off the ground.
Holding him so he could fuck his mother.
Frankie was reaching down, touching her eldest son, her hips rocking as 
she fucked the tiny boy.
Mother and son, looking into each others eyes amazed at the lust, love 
and affection mirrored there.
"I am glad I am old enough to help you fuck men! I love you so!" Her 
eldest son, declared for all to hear.

Two days later, Frankie put on a house-dress, with no underwear, taking 
her two children, next door, visiting the Eskimo woman who lived there.
She began kissing the woman's ten-year-old boy, looking up, watching the 
mothers expression as she
began undressing him. She laid on the floor, hiked her dress up, 
exposing her mound of pubic hair, and motherly vagina, spreading her 
legs, looking up at the woman, smiling at her, as her son climbed on top,
fucking her, with his four inch uncircumcised penis.
Frankie smiled, watching the Eskimo mother stoop, undressing the two 
small boys, stroking their tiny
rock-hard penises.
The two women began spending several hours each day, visiting each 
others homes, sharing in the Eskimo way.
Frankie was able to convince the station manager's wife and one other 
woman who engaged in
wife swapping to join them, enjoying the brown four inch uncircumcised 
penis mounted on a
ten-year-old  half Eskimo boy.
After about a month, Frankie had the Eskimo woman reached out to the 
Eskimo community.
The four women were naked taking turns with the children as seven naked 
Eskimo men
entered the room.
Frankie and her next-door neighbor began copulating with them 
immediately, the other two women
hesitated briefly, before joining in, lust winning out over racial 
prejudice.
Vin rapidly took control of the tiny civil service radio communications 
station.
They would make house calls, delivering fresh baked bread to couples.
He would redo Frankie's first night with the Eskimos.
Vin  would take over the husband's body, filling the  wife's body with 
massive hormones causing the House Frau to tear, her clothes off, 
fucking Vin while her children watched.
Within a month Vin had the entire population of the station, men women 
and children attending
regular sex orgies in the general purpose room , normally used for 
church services on Sunday.
Racial prejudice refused to go away, Eskimos were not invited.
Vin's solution to racial prejudice, was a Polish wedding, one woman 
would volunteer, and five or six Eskimo men would be invited to gang 
fuck a white woman as her husband and the others watched.
The station women would meet for coffee, discussing, who would bring 
meat or salad items
to the potluck, and after the potluck what would make a good live sex 
show, and who would do it.
One woman would always put on a live sex show, getting everyone in the mood.
One Saturday they brought a twelve-year-old girl, announcing that Vin 
would deflower her in the center of the room
Frankie's two boys were undressing their mother, beaming with pride, 
their attractive mother
was the Polish bride to-be. They were about to watch her fuck thirty 
five Eskimo men.
Five boatloads of them had crossed from the town up river on hearing the 
news, Frankie would be the Polish bride Saturday afternoon.
I wonder how many it will be next week. Vin thought.
The day before he had a Ménage à trois with the twelve-year-old girl and 
her mother. As her mother looked on, beaming with pride, her eighty 
pound girl announced she was ready to be a Polish bride.
Declaring proudly she had sex with twenty two men the previous Saturday, 
preferring men with uncircumcised penises.
Vin pulled himself back to the present, looking down at a small child, 
stroking his mother sexually.
I was cute and sexy when I was six years old. Vin thought, admiring himself.
"We have the sexiest mom in the world." Frankie's oldest boy said, 
meaning every word of it, as he slid four fingers into his mothers 
vagina, gently massaging her clitoris, with his thumb.
And I knew how to treat a woman. Vin thought.
Six-year-old Vin was not the only boy touching his mother at that 
moment, in the Eskimo tradition prepubescent children were encouraged to 
fondle adult genitalia.
Everyone got naked for the potluck meal, children ate first, rapidly 
clearing their plates, the children's hour
was about to begin.
As adults circulated, eating and drinking, children would scamper about 
underfoot, reaching up
stroking adult genitals, doing their best to be noticed, accepted in the 
world of adult sexuality.
Some women tolerate children fisting them, as they engaging in 
conversation with men.
Young girls would stroke their fathers, penises, as they watched the 
live sex show.
Sometimes the sex show was an adult gang bang, as all of the boys did 
one of the mothers.
Sometimes, young girls were the sex show, a proud mother standing beside 
her three-year-old daughter,
as several four-year-old boys gang banged her.
On this day it was the station managers blonde wife, Pauline, on her 
hands and knees, fucking Vin's hunting dog, as a room full of people 
watched, shouting encouragement.

"Wow! We should take a trip together more often!" Vin's mother declared, 
when they were back in bed together.
"You have a date." Vin promised, penetrating her thrusting vigorously.
"My! You are all fired up!"
"Memories."
"Sexy ones?"
"Incredibly sexy, you have continuous memories of our last six months in 
the far north.
My memories just updated a matter of seconds ago.
When we shut the slice down I acquired all the recent memories of me as 
a six year old boy fucking his mother.
I thought my mind was going to melt when you smiled at me, letting me 
know you wanted me
to watch you fuck a room full of men.
I was convinced my tiny dick was going to explode when you pulled your 
dress up to your armpits,
showing me your marvelous cunt.
"I thought your tiny dick was going to explode when the Eskimo picked 
you up."
"We owe him a debt of gratitude, he did not ask either of us if it was 
right or proper,
he just picked me up, pushing my stiff dick into your vagina."
"Your Mother thought it was great ... then and now." She said, throwing 
her arms around
  her eldest son as he shuddered in climax squirting scalding hot semen 
into her.

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