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Sex Addict
by Karla Dean 1995 (address withheld)
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Sex is best when kept in the family, or at least that's
what Karla thinks. (FF, MF, 1st, size, family-inc)
***
I don't know if anyone loves to fuck as much as I love
it. I'm 30 years old, married, attractive, and I think
that sex is absolutely wonderful and is probably the
main reason people exist at all. But I didn't get in on
the action until I went away from home. I guess I was a
late bloomer. My body didn't develop until I went off
to college, an east coast girl's school where my
roommate introduced me to the world of sexual pleasure.
Theresa initiated me by devouring my puss late one
night and I was hooked. We were drinking wine, talking,
and I'd admitted I was a virgin. Theresa took that as
cue to make a move. I was willing. She felt my tits
through my nightie and pretty soon she was diving into
my wet puss and I was hearing angel violins and devil
trombones.
By my second year, I had quite a reputation as an
accomplished pussy eater. However, I was caught in a
delicious but compromising 69 position with my 48-year-
old English professor, a Ms. Quinn, who possessed a
truly sweet-tasting puss and I was subsequently
transferred to a co-ed religious college in Tennessee.
My uncle was one of the professors there. He knew why
I'd been transferred, and he seemed eager to help me,
in more ways than one. At first, I figured I was in for
a sexless existence at this college. I just knew that
I'd been sent there as punishment and I figured it'd be
years before I'd again taste pussy or have an orgasm.
I was wrong, thank God.
"This is a cock," Uncle James said as he exposed his
semi-erect organ to me in his office.
Naturally, I'd long ago sacrificed my maidenhead to a
dildo-wielding lezzie, but Uncle James's was the first
flesh-and-blood prick I ever saw. Fortunately, Uncle
James was hung like a stallion. His cock was as long as
my favorite dildo, a good 10 inches, and it was bigger
around. So big, in fact, my fingers couldn't reach
around it when I took hold of that pulsing tube. How
breathtaking it looked. How wonderful. Magnificent.
"That's right, Karla, hold it like that. You don't seem
to be at all afraid. Have you ever done this before?"
"No, sir, Uncle James. This is the first real cock I've
ever felt. I've played with a lot of fake cocks before,
but you know what? I like the real thing better. It
feels so hot and hard, yet soft at the same time."
"Why don't you find out how it tastes?" He smiled at me
and I quickly stuck out my tongue and gave that huge
salami a long, loving lick. It tasted great, musky and
manly, and I squirted cum into my panties.
I saw a bead of crystal clear dew at the tip of his
cock and I kissed the head, letting my tongue lick the
drop. It was sweet to the taste and I wanted more, so
my tongue tried worming into the pee hole, I sucked in
more of his cock and my hands tried milking him. Uncle
James was content to let me suck his prong for a bit,
but he eventually stopped me.
"You have a wonderful mouth, Karla. Let me see the rest
of your body." I stood up and unbuttoned my blouse.
Uncle James insisted on removing my bra and skirt and
my sopping panties, but he told me to leave my anklets
and saddle Oxfords on. He played with my tits awhile
and told me to sit on the desk while he pulled up a
chair and sat down. Uncle James spread my legs the used
his fingers to spread the lips of my buttery muffin.
"You have a beautiful pussy, Karla Just lovely. The
lips are like the dew-covered petals of an exotic
flower. Ahh, the sweet fragrance! I must taste you."
The roughness of his face on my inner thighs was wild.
I'd only had soft-skinned women eat me out, so this was
a new experience, too. Not only was it a man who was
dining at my "Cafe Cunt," it was my dear Uncle James.
How delightfully wicked! I grinned as I wondered what
my mother would say if she knew? But what Uncle James
said next made my grin vanish.
"Hmm, you taste as good as your mother, Karla." He
looked to see my reaction. "Let's see if you fuck as
well as she does." He stood and took off his shirt and
dropped his pants. His huge cock was almost purple with
desire as we walked to the couch in his office. "What's
your favorite position, Karla?"
"I like getting fucked while I'm on my hands and knees.
From behind, doggie style."
Uncle James chuckled. "Just like your mother," he said
as he made me assume the position. "Like a bitch in
heat." I felt the mushroom head of his prick probing
the gate of my gash then Uncle James's hands clutched
my hips and he slowly pushed his prick into my cunt.
Oh, I'd been fucked before, but a fake cock doesn't
compare to the real thing. Fake cocks aren't hot nor
nearly as supple as a real, pulsating prick. They don't
throb and pulsate. Fake cocks don't have balls to feel
and fondle. And plastic dongs don't squirt hot, thick
cum like Uncle James's did. Ooh, it felt good when he
squirted his seed in me and I felt his cock shrink
inside me.
After we dressed, Uncle James explained how we were a
close family, much closer than most. Everybody, almost,
on my mother's side of the family fucked each other. My
father, though, was too straight-laced, so he had
absolutely no idea what my mother did with her brother-
in-law, nieces and nephews.
He told me that his wife, my Aunt Annette, dearly
wanted to get my father to screw her, especially after
my mother told her that Daddy could fuck for hours
without cumming. I was surprised that sisters could
talk so frankly about sex, but being an only child and
having grown up in a sheltered environment, what did I
know?
"If you want, Karla, your cousins, Annette and I would
love it if you came to the house Saturday for a party."
"Can I have more of this then?" I asked, fondling his
cock as he put his pants on. I felt it begin to stiffen
and I gave it a loving kiss and I was treated to the
taste of a single drop of his cum as it dribbled from
the slit. "We'll see. Annette is going to want it when
I get home tonight to tell her what a hot fuck our
niece is."
That's why dinner at my Uncle's house Saturday seemed
so charged with expectations. Uncle James, Aunt
Annette, my cousins Denise, Dean and Don were there,
along with Dean's wife, Pamela, and Denise's boyfriend,
Frank. The eight of us had a grand meal with absolutely
no mention of sex.
I had imagined that everyone would be naked and wild
but it was quite the opposite. Pamela, whom I'd never
met, had auburn hair pulled into a tight bun. With her
glasses and high-collared blouse, she was the image of
a librarian.
Denise was as blonde and bubbly as her boyfriend was
dark and quiet. Dean and Don are both older than I am,
by two years and one year, respectively, and both are
quite handsome. In fact, the eight of us sitting around
that dinner table were the picture of wholesomeness,
good looks, good manners and normalcy.
Until...
Uncle James tapped his water glass and then stood up.
"Karla, on behalf of everyone here tonight, I want to
welcome you to and tell you that we hope this is only
the first of many nights we'll have the pleasure of
your company." He raised his wine glass and everyone
toasted me. It was Aunt Annette who really broke the
ice, though.
"Karla, James told us that you seemed to enjoy his
prick. It is lovely, isn't it?" Aunt Annette reached up
and squeezed Uncle James's third leg with obvious
pride. I felt myself blushing. =20
"Mother, I don't think we should be so brazen right
here at the dinner table," Denise said. "It's
embarrassing Karla."
"Nonsense," Aunt Annette replied as she rubbed and
fondled the hard length of Uncle James's swollen organ.
"Besides, Denise, if I know you, you've already taken
Frank's cock out for some exercise, hasn't she
=46rank?"
Frank nodded and stood up. I gasped and my eyes bulged
when I saw that Denise's hand was indeed wrapped
tightly around Frank's dark skinned truncheon. Long,
slender and uncircumcised, Frank's love lance curved
upward with a slight left hook. I knew that it would be
great to fuck that piece of meat. Denise was smiling as
she looked at me and winked, moved her head forward and
let her tongue dart out to lick around the head.
"Not at the table, you two," Uncle James admonished.
"Let's go to the playroom." Aunt Annette led the way to
a locked room in the basement which was made strictly
for recreation of a sexual kind. The room was a wall-
to-wall bed, a rubber gymnastics mat covering the
floor. Large pillows were strewn about and two king-
sized beds were there. In one corner was a shower area
and an opened doorway revealed a bathroom. Obviously,
this was a family room which would never make the pages
of a home magazine.
Evidently, the others had been in the process of
undressing on the way because as they entered, most
were either naked or nearly so. Having been a woman-
lover for so long, naturally I noticed the women first.
Pamela had released her hair, discarded her glasses and
blouse, and was now the vision of auburn-haired
sexuality. Her firm breasts were tipped with berry-red
nipples which invited sucking.
She crouched on one of the beds as her husband, my
cousin Dean, prepared to slip his meat into her red-
haired puss. Cousin Denise was reclining on some
cushions, fingering her blonde snatch, while she
devoured Frank's steely cock. Or was he fucking her
face? Both, I guess. Frank's cute ass flexed as he
thrust forward and Denise's cheeks hollowed when she
sucked.
I finally realized that I was the only one still
dressed as I observed Aunt Annette stroking Uncle
James's prong as my uncle finished unzipping her dress.
She was naked underneath and her big, pillowy soft
breasts were freed. "Do you want to join us, Karla?"
she asked. I stood there for a moment, taking in the
sight of my cousins and aunt and uncle, naked and
giving each other pleasure. It was evident that sex was
a logical extension of love to them, not a degrading,
dirty activity.
I nodded and Don stepped towards me, his muscular 6'2"
body naked, his big cock hard and swaying over his cum-
filled balls. He unbuttoned my blouse and Aunt Annette
unfastened my bra. She reached around me and cupped my
tits, pinching my already-stiff nipples. I reached down
and fondled Don's jewels, excited that I was being
welcomed into the family circle.
Aunt Annette removed my skirt and Don knelt in front of
me, kissing my belly and slowly pulling my panties off.
He nuzzled my brown curls and licked my pussy lips. I
grabbed hold of his head and moaned. Through half-
closed eyes I watched as Frank shuddered, his cock
still inside Denise's mouth, as he obviously filled her
mouth with a very generous load of his cream. And Dean
and Pamela were almost frozen as the both came
together, Dean spewing his sauce into Pamela's fiery
furrow. Seeing them combined with the sensation of
Don's tongue sent me into an orgasm of my own, humping
my cousin's face and washing it with my cunt cream.
"Hmm, well, you were right, Dad, as usual" Don said as
he stood and licked his lips. "Karla does taste sweet,
just like her mother." So Don had eaten my mother! His
tongue had wiggled inside of the channel I had once
exited! How wicked! How exciting! I watched the others
gather 'round, breasts jiggling, wet cocks half-hard
and pubes matted with cum and sweat. I could sense an
electric feeling of love that connected everyone in the
room and surrounded me, enveloped me. It felt exciting
and secure.
"Karla?" Denise held her hand out to me and I took it.
I knew she wanted me and she knew I was most used to
women. She kissed me, her tongue dipping into my mouth
and tasting of Frank's spunk. Denise laid me on one of
the beds and her head dipped into my fork. At the same
time, Pamela straddled my head and a long, white
streamer of jizz dripped from her hovering hole and I
caught it on my tongue as she lowered her honeypot.
Denise's mouth and tongue fluttered at my own puss,
then was replaced by another, someone whose tongue
seemed a foot long and explored every bit of my
channel. Then another mouth, and another, spent time
working my clit and puss into a froth as I ate Pamela's
delicious quim.
I recognized Frank's uncut dick, curved upward and with
the bend, as it entered Pamela's cunt. I really had no
idea who was eating mine (all were very experienced and
talented) but Frank's was the only uncircumcised cock
in the family (and he still is) and I had a close-up
view of his cock threading Pamela's cunt, forcing out
dollops of Dean's deposit which I eagerly lapped up.
The squishy sounds of cock in cunt, the funky smell,
the sheer visual image of that hard prick sounding her
puss had my own cunt gushing into whoever's mouth was
working on me. I could tell when someone new sampled my
puss, not only because the oral techniques differed but
also because the facial skin rubbing the insides of my
thighs varied from smooth and soft to rough and
stubbly.
Meanwhile, I was getting a facial of love cream. Each
time Frank thrust forward, a shower of juice splattered
from Pamela's raw cunt. Additionally, a drooling strand
of liquid, a mix of Dean's spunk, =46rank's pre-cum,
and Pamela's own snatch sauce, slowly dripped like
molasses from her cunt to my mouth. It was like liquid
lust, the taste building the fire in my belly even
higher.
When Pamela grabbed my legs and buried her head and
tongue in my swampy center, I knew she was coming and I
let my own climax roll over me. As her cunt spasmed
around Frank's prong, he slammed deep and emptied into
her. He pulled out, still spurting, and slid that
pussy-basted meat into my mouth and I sucked him dry.
When we rolled apart, I saw Uncle James giving Aunt
Annette a ride on his cock horse (I should say horse
cock!) and I saw Don standing, watching me, his cock
dark and needing release. I guessed then that he was
waiting to be the first to fuck me in the family
setting. I held out my hand and he joined me on the
bed, kissing me deep and soulfully, his fiery hot poker
rubbing between us and leaking hot drizzle on my skin.
I was aware that Denise, Dean, Frank, Pamela, even my
uncle and aunt, had gathered around the bed.
Aunt Annette was stroking Uncle James's pussy-pleaser
and I knew he hadn't yet gotten his gun. Pamela was
fondling Dean's balls and Denise was fisting Frank into
yet another erection (I soon discovered that Frank has
the ability to get it up no matter how many times he
gets off.)
"Love her, Don, dear," Aunt Annette said to her son.
"Give Karla a proper welcome." My handsome cousin,
muscled chest glistening with sweat, stood between my
spread legs, his cock thick and hard and poised to
initiate me into the family circle. Oh, sure, Uncle
James had screwed me, but he isn't a blood relative.
But Don and I had the same maternal grandparents. We
were kin and Don was about to bring us even closer
together.
"Make love to me, Don," I whispered.
Don lifted my legs and angled the thick head of his
cock, lodging it at the entrance to my waiting love
channel. Denise crawled up and began licking and
sucking my left breast and Dean did the same with my
right. All eyes watched as Don slowly eased his prick
into my quivering quim. I moaned at the exquisite
pleasure of the love I felt around me and in me as
everyone touched, caressed, licked and kissed my entire
body.
My fingers probed slick pussies and stroked leaking
cocks as Don pistoned in and out of my vagina. Denise
rubbed my clit as she nibbled my breast and softly
whispered, "Do you like being fucked, Karla?" she
asked. "Doesn't it feel heavenly to have that hot dick
inside you?"
It was heaven. My climax built quickly, moving like a
speeding train, in time to the quickening pace of Don's
manly thrusts. Don was sweating profusely, droplets
running down his face and neck to his chest where
Pamela's pink tongue licked them thirstily.
I felt Don's prick swell as he lunged deeply. Even as
his thick seed exploded in me, my climax seemed
overwhelming, centered on my clit and somewhere deep
inside. I made all sorts of noises as I was totally
overwhelmed by the most powerful orgasm I'd ever had. I
whimpered, I shouted, I moaned, I grunted as I came and
came and came. Pamela soon went down on me and then
kissed me, passing a sweet oyster of cum from her mouth
to mine, a ritual repeated by everyone there.
Needless to say, we are still a loving, close-knit
clan. I met a man who accepted our loving situation.
Miles enjoys our visits with my uncle and aunt and he
always give as much pleasure as he receives. Frank
married Denise, Don married Wanda, a former fashion
model, who thoroughly embraced our loving lifestyle. In
fact, Wanda's sister, Sharon, also participates in our
gatherings.
All in all we have 17 people, all family members, who
engage in our sexual loving encounters. And yes, that
includes my mother. My father still doesn't know and
would never understand how his own wife could make love
with her daughter's husband with my hearty approval and
encouragement. He wouldn't understand any of our
incestuous lifestyle.
Too bad, Dad. There are plenty of pussies in the family
that would love to be on the receiving end of your
love!
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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