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o This part of my collection offers a very wide variety of o
o stories. They have been submitted by people from all over the o
o world. Also from alt.sex.stories (Newsgroups). There is no o
o particular order other than offering them to you in alpha- o
o betical directories. o
o I don’t believe in categorizing things. "I don’t want to o
o be typed therefore I don’t type things myself." I think it’s o
o a lot more fun to browse around and find 'little' surprises o
o that you might not have even thought of looking for. o
o Lest we forget!!! This story was produced as adult en- o
o tertainment and should not be read by minors. Kristen Becker o
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The Brady Bunch (family)
from Rusty & Eddies BBS (c) 1989
**
Mike and Carol had met on vacation, sharing stories about their
kids. Carol was a widower with three girls, ages 14, 12 and 10. Mike was
a widower as well, his three boys being the same age.
A whirlwind courtship had followed, and they had ended up married.
Now, they were headed for the honeymoon, all six kids in tow. The trip
and holiday had gone well, until Carol got an emergency call to go back
to work because of a crisis. The boys had gone back with Carol, while
Mike had persuaded Carol to let the girls stay with him for an extra
week. He had explained it would be a good way for Carol to get to know
the boys, Mike the girls.
Mike smiled as he came back to the hotel room. The clerk had told
him they were the only family on the floor, and Mike was determined to
show his new daughters just what discipline was. He knew they wouldn't
like his methods, but he didn't care. Mike was sure his sons were
showing Carol just how to respect both him and themselves.
Mike came in the room, closing the door behind him.
None of the three girls liked the idea of their mother being
married again, and they had already decided among themselves to try and
do everything they could to break up the marriage before it became
permanent.
Mike saw that Marcia and Jan were in front of the television, the
littlest, Cindy, nowhere to be seen.
"I asked you to watch your sister," said Mike. "Where is she?"
Marcia gave her stepfather a look of scorn.
"She is around here somewhere," she said disinterestedly.
"Yeah, don't worry," added Jan. "She can take care of herself."
Mike went to the television and turned it off.
"Actually, you're wrong."
He went to the door and brought Cindy in, wrapped in a blanket.
"Your sister fell in the pool downstairs," he said harshly. "She
almost died. You two disobeyed me, and have to be punished."
Marcia laughed, Jan smirked as Cindy headed for the bedroom.
Mike saw the laugh, and the smirk. He came to Marcia, and slapped
her. Jan screamed at her father, and he turned, meeting her rush with a
quick slap, followed by pulling her hair, until she was bent almost
double.
"You three are going to have to learn some manners," he yelled in
Jan's face. "I'm going to spank all three of you for disobeying me."
Marcia's face blushed. She was fourteen, and she had never been
spanked.
"It will be a cold day in hell before-"
Mike slapped Marcia.
"You will not use that kind of language when I am around," he
yelled. "Cindy, get your ass in here."
The ten year old appeared meekly at the door then came in.
***
Carol wasn't sure how she should react. All three of Mike's sons
had disobeyed her almost continually upon their return home, and she
didn't know what she should do.
Greg was following the orders of his father. This was going to be
good, he thought. They would all fuck their new mother, then fuck their
new sisters when they came back. From the gleam in his father's eye
before they left, Greg knew what his dad was doing with the girls. He
smiled.
***
Marcia and Jan lay on the bed, crying, as Mike slapped each of
them to keep them in their place.
"Come here, Cindy," he ordered.
The ten year old blonde approached, terror in her eyes. She had
seen Mike slap her sisters, and the look in his eyes told her she was in
for the same, maybe worse.
"Didn't I tell you to stay in the room?" asked Mike loudly.
"Yes."
"But you didn't, did you?"
Cindy stared at Marcia and Jan.
"Answer me," Mike roared.
"No, I didn't," said Cindy, defiance in her voice. "You can't tell
me what to do. You are not my father!"
Marcia and Jan giggled, until Mike slapped Cindy, then turned and
slapped each of them again.
"I don't think you've been paying attention," said Mike. "I AM
your father, whether you like it or not. You will listen to me, you will
do what I say. If you don't you'll be sorry."
Cindy and Marcia could hear the menace in Mike's tone, but Jan
either didn't hear it or ignored it.
"How will we be sorry?" she asked loudly. "You do anything to us,
we'll tell mommy."
Mike stared at Jan. Somehow, he had known she would be the one to
challenge him.
"Go ahead and tell your mommy," he said in a dead tone. "I have
her so well fucked, even a little whore of a daughter like you will be
ignored."
The words were like a slap, and Jan came at Mike now, ready to
fight him.
Jan swung a slap, but Mike ducked easily. He grabbed the blonde
hair of Jan, then started to slap her again and again.
Marcia now joined in the attack, trying to slap Mike as well. Mike
allowed her slap to hit him, then he open handed her, slapping her and
Marcia. Cindy had seen enough. She tried to protect her sister by
getting in front of her father, but he now slapped Cindy as well, all
three blondes on the bed and crying.
***
Greg lay on top of Carol. He had fucked his new mother, forcing
his way in when she had gone to bed. He now whistled, and he smiled as
Peter came in the door.
Carol cried out as her middle stepson now stroked in, and started
thrashing on top of her.
***
Mike knew what he had to do. It was the only way any of his
daughters would learn that he meant discipline when he threatened them.
"Marcia!"
The blonde looked at Mike, tears and a small amount of fear in her
eyes.
"Come here!" he commanded.
Marcia was in a small skirt and light blouse as she came to her
father.
"I'm going to have to spank you for disobeying me," he said
loudly, so Jan and Cindy would hear him. "Now, bend over my knee."
Marcia appeared to struggle with herself, as if she wanted to yell
at him. She held herself up, and came to him. She now bent over his
knee.
Mike stared down at the small skirt. He smiled. She wouldn't like
this. None of them would.
"Take off your panties."
Marcia and the others gasped. They had never been spanked on their
bare skin. Marcia started to protest, until she saw the look on Mike's
face. She turned her back to him, reached under her skirt, then pulled
off the panties. She now came and again bent over his knee.
Even through his pants, Mike could feel the rough hair of Marcia's
slight mound. He was going to give her the spanking of her life, one she
and her sisters would never forget.
Mike now bent to his task. He pulled up her skirt. He was
fascinated with her young ass, still mostly white. He thought he could
just make out a few of her sparse hair on her mound. He started to spank
Marcia, raining the blows down as hard as he possibly could.
Jan and Cindy screamed almost as loudly, just watching their
sister get spanked.
"You WILL listen to me," he yelled. "Do you understand?"
Marcia was screaming as she felt blow after blow. Mike slapped her
to stop her screaming.
"I asked you a question," said Mike. "Will you obey me?"
Marcia's defiance returned.
"No," she screamed. "Now let me up!"
Moments later, she screamed in agony. Mike had unzipped, and he
thrust deep in the dry teen. Marcia screamed again.
Jan and Cindy again rushed forward to try and help their sister.
They saw the blood, and they slapped Mike. Mike quickly hit Jan in the
face, punching Cindy in the stomach. Both girls collapsed near the bed.
"I'll deal with you two after I'm through with your sister."
Mike now started thrust in and out of Marcia. He went fast and
quick. He liked what he was doing, and it was the best punishment he
could think of.
***
Peter had finished with Carol, and as she lay under her stepson,
she knew what was going to happen. Peter now pulled out of her, then
whistled loudly. Bobby came in the room.
It was going to be his first time. He was glad it was with a woman
he still called "mommy."
***
Mike went fast and quick, in and out of Marcia at a furious pace.
Her blood helped him, but just the thought of what he was doing now made
him come, his own seed deep inside the crying teen.
Mike lay on top of Marcia, trying to kiss her, even as he slapped
her.
"I hoped you learned a lesson," said Mike. "I'm in control now. I
fucked your mommy. Right now, at home, my boys are fucking your mom.
When I get back with the three of you, all three of you will put out for
my boys."
"P-p-put out?" asked Marcia, eyes full of tears, voice full of
pain.
"What I just did to you, you little slut," said Mike. "You'll be
doing that for your brothers soon, and I mean every night."
Jan was mad now.
"Mom won't let you get away with this," she said.
"She won't have much of a say," said Mike. He pulled out of
Marcia, then started towards Jan. "By now, my sons have fucked your
mommy. Just wait till they get hold of you three. I'll make sure you are
broke in, at least partially."
He now came to Jan, feinted towards her chest, then ripped off her
own small skirt. Her hands came down as he saw the bare mound of the
young blonde. He slapped her hands.
"Turn over!" he commanded. "It's time for your spanking."
Jan's face was red as she watched Mike throw her torn panties to
the floor. She could see he was out of control, and there was little
sense in arguing with him further.
Mike now bent Jan over. As painful as Marcia had had it, Jan was
about to get it worse. Marcia continued to lay, crying, on the bed, as
Mike came forward. He grasped Jan's hips, then he surprised the ten year
old, thrusting his manhood in her.
Jan screamed.
"Oh! Noooo! My Goooddd! You're soooo biggg!"
Jan's tears and crying returned, her shaking furious as she tried
to dislodge Mike as he started thrusting in and out of Jan's oh-so-tight
ass.
Mike worked quickly. As tight as Marcia had been, Jan's ass was
even more so, and Mike worked quickly, keeping the blonde in place as he
went faster and faster.
Jan was in agony. She had expected a spanking, nothing like what
she was experiencing now. The pain was tremendous, her screams useless
as she felt her stepfather continue to thrust in and out.
Marcia heard the screams, but she couldn't look at Jan. Marcia's
own pain was still very present, and her tears continued to fall.
Mike went faster and faster, until he came now, his seed shooting
deep in Jan's ass. He lay on top of the girl, forcing her to feel all of
him.
"That was pretty good," said Mike. "I'm sure Peter will like doing
that to you every night."
Marcia sat up.
"How could you?" she screeched. "We're your daughters."
"I'm just teaching you how to be a good daughter," said Mike with
confidence. "Greg will fuck you, Peter on your sister, Bob on little
Cindy."
"Cindy?" asked Marcia. "Cindy is too small for anyone to go to bed
with."
"Bobby is small, too," said Mike. "I'm going to open her mouth a
bit, but that's all."
Mike moved towards Cindy as Marcia collapsed back to the bed.
***
Greg had told his brothers what their father was doing. All three
now masturbated over Carol as they talked about what they would soon be
doing to their new sisters.
Carol lay, crying, watching her sons, wondering just what she had
gotten herself into.
***
Mike pulled Cindy up by the hair.
"Time for you to use that smart little mouth," he yelled. Mike
turned, then quickly tied up both Marcia and Jan. "I'll be in the shower
with Cindy," said Mike. "If you try to escape, I'll do even worse to
you."
Jan and Marcia cried as Mike literally dragged Cindy to the
shower.
"Strip," he ordered. When the eight year old didn't move, Mike
slapped her, then ripped off her shirt. The sight of her flat chest
nearly set him off. He reached for her skirt, but she held out her
hands.
"I'll do it," she said, tears in her eye.
Mike watched as Cindy turned her back to him, then unzipped the
skirt. Mike nearly shot off again as he stared at her frilly yellow
panties. She took these off, and he smiled as he stared at her cute
little ass.
"In the shower," he ordered.
Cindy could barely walk as she got in. Mike turned the water on
cold, and she screamed.
"Quiet," he yelled, slapping the blonde. She went to her knees.
Mike made it even colder. Cindy screamed again.
"I'll have to keep you quiet," said Mike. He turned her face to
him, then pulled her hair viciously. She opened her mouth to scream, but
there was no sound, as Mike thrust his manhood in her mouth.
Cindy tried to gasp, tried to gag, tried to scream, but her mouth
was full of her father, and he had grasped the back of her head, and he
was brutally thrusting his manhood in and out of her mouth now.
Mike couldn't believe how tight a mouth could be. He knew he had
to work quickly.
Marcia and Jan had heard the screams, and were scared by the
silence. They didn't want to imagine what might have happened to their
sister.
Mike went faster and faster, until he came now, forcing his seed
down Cindy's throat, his youngest daughter gagging as she was forced to
swallow all of him.
Mike held her head until he finished his shower. He then raised
her face, slapping her again. He threw her out of the shower.
"Get to the room!"
Cindy scrambled for the room, naked.
"We'll head home now," said Mike. "I think you three are already
dressed for home. I'll be looking over your closets at home. You won't
need clothes for a while."
Mike snuck the girls into his car, then paid the bill. He drove
home quickly. When he drove up, Greg and his other two sons came out to
greet him.
"Everything okay, dad?" asked Greg.
Mike smiled.
"You little whores get your asses in now!" he yelled.
Marcia, Jan and Cindy meekly walked in, their naked bodies bringing
screams from Carol.
"Let's go to work," said Mike.
There were a lot of screams that night, and the rest of that week.
And the girls clothes ended up in the trash, as did Carol's.
But the boys were happy, and that was all that mattered.