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Fertility Dance
by Pantinghot (address withheld)
***
The young men dancers begin to enter the stage from the
other side wearing loin cloths. They are all very good
looking, ranging in complexion from light olive to
darkest black -- Carlos believes in a well-integrated
family. The youths all have great bodies and those
great big dicks that Cubans and Puerto Ricans are world
famous for... (M+/F, M-teen/F, inc, exh, preg, lateno)
***
Author Note: This is a work of fiction and the Miami
Affiliated Clubs de Hombres Organization (MACHO) is a
fictional group. The Wentworths and all other
characters are fictional.
***
Carlos "Junior" Wentworth:
My mom sure has a great body for a thirty-six year old.
She's tall, 5'10", with long blond hair, and she's a
knockout: size 36D tits, slim waist, and luscious
feminine hips and tight ass.
Dad tells me she was one of the hottest Latin dancers
in New York when he married her, and she has kept her
body in shape running the dancing studio she started
ten years ago. I get a hard-on just watching the way my
mom moves across the studio floor.
Oh, I'm Carlos Wentworth; my mom's Jan and my father's
Wayne Wentworth. We live in Manhattan, but I go to
school in Connecticut where I board during the week,
coming home during the school year only on weekends.
Most of my friends call me Junior, and this year I
actually am a junior in high school and a member of the
football team.
In fact, I've gone out for sports ever since I can
remember and because of the exercise have always been
kind of big for my age. The regular workouts the past
few years don't seem to have gone unnoticed by the
girls (and some of the boys) in my class either, who
always are feeling up my muscles and checking out my
crotch. I just turned 16 two weeks ago.
My mom says I was named Carlos after her former dancing
partner, with whom she won many prizes and trophies
displayed around the apartment. She said dad felt they
ought to honor him by naming me after him, even though
she and Carlos had a falling out on their last tour and
are no longer in contact, so I have never met him.
One of the awards I particularly like is a huge bowl
from the Miami Affiliated Clubs de Hombres Organization
-- from the style, I see why they abbreviate the club
name MACHO. It's engraved with a tribute to my mother's
services to Latin dancing and the sexiest bas relief
sculpture you ever saw of my mom reclining on a bed of
some kind with these men dancing all around her. My mom
is nude, all the guys have huge hard-ons, and I swear
it looks like one of them is fucking her, though you
can't really tell, their pelvises are joined so tight.
My mom herself is not Latin, nor is my dad. In fact,
strangely, I'm the only one in the family who looks the
least bit Latin. There must be a relative somewhere who
looks like me, but I have yet to meet such a person.
But all of her dance partners were Latin, mostly
Cubans, so some of them were great big black guys, as
the bas relief on the bowl shows.
I'm a pretty good dancer myself -- after all, I've
spent a lot of time at my mom’s studio as well as at
the gym, because until I started high school I used to
go to the studio after school every day instead of
going home where I'd bore myself or get into trouble,
so my mom insisted, and I still spend most Saturdays
there with her--the studio is a good place to meet
girls up close and personal, though not too personal,
thanks to my mom's eagle eye.
I'm really excited because to celebrate my sixteenth
birthday my dad's taking mom and me to Miami, where I
hope to get laid, as soon as school closes for the
summer. Well, of course it will also be nice to spend
more time together with my mom and dad than we can
manage when I'm away at school, but hey, I won't let
family ties stand in the way of progress! Getting laid
is my main objective this summer.
Jan Wentworth:
I wonder what Wayne has up his sleeve. Three weeks ago
he suggested that we go to Miami for a couple of weeks
as soon as school closes so he and Junior and I can
spend some quality time together.
He also asked me what I'd think about having another
child and told me that if I thought it was a good idea
I should stop taking the pill, as it would be exciting
to make a baby on our trip to Miami, now a couple of
months away. Little does he know how exciting making a
baby in Miami can be, especially when one is not quite
willing, but what he doesn't know can't hurt him.
I was delighted at the idea and wondered what had
caused Wayne's change of heart. Ever since Carlos was
born, I have been on the pill--I didn't think Wayne
wanted any more children. And I'm not sure I want
another child myself, but my cunt started dripping the
instant Wayne made the suggestion, and then the
memories of that former trip to Miami came flooding
back, making me even wetter, so I threw the pills in
the trash can that very morning.
So far, however, except for that very hot time right
after he mentioned the idea, Wayne has exhibited no
greater interest than he seems to have had over the
past five or six years -- none at all.
Not that I'm complaining, mind you; I've had my hands
full at the studio and with keeping up with Junior's
school and other activities, so I've been too busy to
feel deprived. Nonetheless, I can't help wondering what
the hell Wayne is up to.
Wayne Wentworth:
I think Carlos and I have almost pulled it off. Jan
doesn't suspect a thing, though both she and Junior, as
we have always called my son, also named Carlos -- at
my suggestion (with good reason, too, even if Junior
has never figured out why and Jan thinks I never have
either) -- are getting very excited about the trip.
It was delicate talking her into stopping the pill, but
I convinced her that Junior was growing up and the nest
was going to feel awfully empty with just the two of
us. The idea actually got her very excited, because we
fucked like crazy that morning, and that evening I
noticed her pills in the trash in her bathroom.
The next delicate part will be getting her to talk to
Carlos again when, as he and I have planned, we "run
into" each other in Miami and he tries to get her to go
along with a special gala, members only post-contest
performance of the "Fertility Dance," the prize winner,
choreographed by Carlos, at the contest seventeen years
previously, at MACHO's annual meeting and dance
contest.
Until now I had never been able to avail myself of the
lifetime membership MACHO bestowed on me as a result of
my wife's prize-winning performance, because Jan seems
to have been upset by some things that happened when
she and the group went to Miami.
When they came back, she would no longer speak to
Carlos or see any of the other dancers in the group or
consider making another visit to Miami, and except that
I insisted that she keep it with the other trophies she
had won for her dancing, she would have sent the
beautiful silver bowl with the sexy representation of
her performance a t the Miami Affiliated Clubs de
Hombres Organization contest and the beautifully worded
tribute to her talents back to Carlos full of dog
turds.
However, at that point, she had just gotten pregnant
with Junior and started having severe morning sickness,
so she acceded to my wishes, and the bowl still sits in
her trophy case. It's one of my son's favorites, but
who wouldn't like that beautiful sculpture relief on
the side--I swear, if you didn't know better, you'd
think they were fucking her. It's really sexy looking.
Of course, I do know better, know that the pale
representation shown on the bowl is but a shadow of
what actually happened, because I was there, at the
contest, watching the whole thing, something Jan will
be most upset with me for if she ever finds out.
In fact, the reason I felt so comfortable calling
Carlos to help me set up this new performance was that
I had been so instrumental in helping him set up the
first one. And just as I had no complaints about the
results of that one, I felt sure this performance would
be just as satisfactory.
Jan Wentworth:
I'm as nervous as a kitten. We will be arriving in
Miami in a few minutes. Since our conversation about
having another child, Wayne has barely touched me, and
never when there was a chance I might be ovulating. Yet
I can tell he is horny all the time, his dick just
won't go down. But he always comes up with something to
avoid giving me a good fuck at the moments I most want
it.
For example, he gets so excited he comes in my mouth
when I suck him to make sure he is ready to fuck me.
True, he always makes sure that I come, and he is one
great cunt licker, but nonetheless, what I really want
is his dick in my pussy.
It is a dick I am quite comfortable with. It is a
moderate size, just a tad over six inches long and a
comfortable inch and a half in diameter, certainly not
what I got used to during my days as a dancer--Cubans
are noted not just for the size of their sugar cane
crop -- but, as I say, "comfortable."
So why was he keeping it from me in such a frustrating
way? He said his doctors told him he had a low sperm
count and recommended that he save it all up for Miami
when we were sure I would be ovulating. When I talked
with my gynecologist about Wayne's low sperm count, she
asked me to consider taking a fertility drug before our
trip thinking that it would help to make up for the low
sperm count.
The idea of twins or triplets did not exactly turn me
on, but the way she explained it, it all seemed so
logical--that if there were more eggs, there was more
likelihood that one of them would be fertilized even if
there was not a lot of sperm, so I had gone ahead with
the fertility treatments, and if all went as scheduled,
I would be producing more eggs than usual when I
ovulated in about four days.
And here we were landing in Miami. Why did I feel so
excited? I guess partly it was remembering the last
time -- and my last, extremely exciting public
performance (well semipublic, I guess, as it was
confined to the membership of the Miami Affiliated
Clubs de Hombres Organization), which ended up being
the most exciting memory of my life, even if Carlos and
the group did trick me into doing it by not showing me
all the steps until during the actual performance, when
I couldn't do a damned thing about it without creating
a scene and ruining the show. Damn that Carlos!
Wayne Wentworth: Well, we're here. And now tonight,
when we go out to dinner, we'll "accidentally" run into
Carlos, and he will make his proposal to Jan. Jesus, I
swear my dick has been hard ever since I talked to
Carlos last March and we hatched this thing out. Jan is
going to be so surprised! And so is Junior!
Carlos "Junior" Wentworth:
We're here in Miami at last. I've had the most exciting
sexual buzz around this trip ever since dad proposed
it. And my mom told me she and dad are trying to have
another baby. The idea of my luscious mom getting
pregnant makes my dick hard every time it enters my
mind.
I'd like to see those tits getting even bigger, her
belly swelling, and I am so jealous of dad for having
the right to fuck her pussy and cream it full of baby
juice. I'd like to do it myself, and I can't tell you
how many hours I've spent masturbating and pretending
it was me, not dad, fucking a little brother or sister
into my mom's hot cunt.
The hotel's nice. We have a suite with two bedrooms and
a sitting room. We didn't get in until late in the
afternoon, so dad made reservations for dinner at the
dining room in the hotel for this evening. Until then,
there is nothing to do but imagine my father and mother
getting it on and making me a baby brother or sister
and to try to keep my boner from getting the best of
me.
Wayne Wentworth:
Dinner went like a charm. And by god, she's gonna do
it! Carlos managed to talk her into it. Now if you can
imagine this, he promised her, subtly enough so that my
son didn't pick up on it, I think--she certainly
doesn't think I did--that they'd use rubbers, and I
think that's the only thing that made her accept.
Of course, he was careful to specify that they'd
"rehearse with safety nets," not that they'd use them
during the performance, and the day of the performance
is the day Jan should start ovulating. Boy is she in
for a surprise! I've waited so long to see this again.
Carlos "Junior" Wentworth:
Fuck. How am I going to get laid if I have to spend the
next three days rehearsing for a fucking dance? And how
are mom and dad going to make a baby if they
practically don't even see one another during the next
three days? What a coincidence anyway that after all
these years mom should run into her old partner Carlos,
for whom I am named, at the restaurant in the hotel.
Seems like a nice guy, really, but I could tell she
wasn't any too hot to agree to what Carlos wanted. Man
did he do a lot of fast talking.
It must be some dance, anyway, if they have to perform
it with safety nets, as Carlos promised my mom they
would when she protested that it was too dangerous and
especially at this time, whatever she meant by that.
Anyway, instead of getting laid, I'm going to be
spending the next three days rehearsing Carlos's
"Fertility Dance." At least that part sounds exciting!
It was odd, though, how Carlos didn't ask me to
participate until my mother went to use the ladies'
room, and he also asked me not to tell her I was going
to be one of the dancers. He said it would be a real
surprise for her. I wondered if the other dancers would
accept me, because after all, although I had spent a
lot of time working with my mom, I seldom participated
in the performances.
He said the other dancers and I would get along just
fine -- Ivan and Tito constituted a sixth of the
troupe, after all -- and insisted that as Jan's son I
just had to participate. He hinted that there were even
other reasons I'd be accepted, alluding several times
to my Latin look and my resemblance to his own two sons
and some of their cousins.
Ivan and Tito laughed and poked one another in the ribs
a couple of times while their father and I were having
this conversation, as if there were some big inside
joke I wasn't in on, but finally they said that they
thought I was all right and both of them called me
bro'.
I'm not sure I'd ever have agreed to take part in the
performance except that dad encouraged me so vigorously
to join in, pressing me to make up my mind before my
mom got back. When I reluctantly agreed, dad seemed as
pleased at how the evening had gone as if he were the
cat that ate the canary.
Jan Wentworth:
I'm not sure my heart will ever slow down to its normal
level after this evening. Who should we run into at
dinner but Carlos, my former partner, whom I have not
spoken to since the last time I was in Miami. He was
with two of his sons, Ivan and Tito, and I introduced
him to a third son, my own son, Carlos, but of course I
could not say publicly that Carlos is his.
I wonder if he knows about Carlos -- or knows that my
sure knowledge (and his!) that the "Fertility Dance" he
didn't quite teach me until during the performance was
going to knock me up is what made me so mad at him
seventeen years ago.
Anyway, he is the same old Carlos as ever, as faithful
to Carmencita as he used to be, I suppose (not very
faithful, since during dinner he named at least five
children of his by other women--busy man, that Carlos),
and still having babies by her.
He's lucky the way that dance turned out, you know. The
baby ended up being his, as I could tell the instant I
laid eyes on my little Carlos Junior. But what if it
had been one of the other members of the dance group
that knocked me up? God knows, during that performance
I imagined each and every one of them impregnating me,
wondering what the offspring would look like. I was
lucky too--Wayne was sure Carlos Junior looked just
like him, so he told me--"Looks just like his father,"
he said, and he's been able to believe that for sixteen
years now.
What a bunch of big dicks there were in that dance
troupe, and I think big dicks is one of the reasons I
used to hang out with the Cubans in New York and got
into Latin dancing in the first place. I wonder if the
dicks of the sons of those dancers are as big as their
dads'.
I couldn't believe Carlos proposed that we do a revival
performance of the "Fertility Dance" with the sons and
other relatives of the original male dancers, since
most of the original cast were a decade or so older
than I and were getting too old for dancing. He said
that the choreography would be basically the same,
except that because the group was so prolific, he
wanted to use twelve male dancers instead of six.
Arguing with Carlos about it was quite difficult
because Junior and Wayne were there and we could not
talk as openly as I wanted. Still, when he promised me
that the boys would use rubbers, what could I say?
Wayne wanted me to do it, although he will not be able
to see the performance or the rehearsals (thank god!)
because the members-only prohibition is so strict.
To my own annoyance, rehearsals for it will take me
away from him for the next three days. The performance
will coincide with the day I'm scheduled to ovulate, so
I made Wayne promise that after the performance he
would fuck my brains out so we can get our baby
started. I didn't tell him how horny and ripe I would
be for impregnation after both my fertility treatments
and the "Fertility Dance" he would not see.
Carlos "Junior" Wentworth:
What the fuck! What's going on? As soon as my mom saw
that I was here, she dragged Carlos off into a corner
for a very animated, apparently very unpleasant,
conversation. She looked madder than I have seen her in
all the years I've known her! And things have gone so
well this morning, too. Dad helped me get here without
mom knowing about it, and the guys have been swell,
really impressed with how well I speak Spanish --
better than they do, they say, which pleases me no end,
though of course it isn't true.
Ivan and Tito, whom I met at dinner the previous
evening, had already told everyone about me. (Of
course, I didn't know at the time that they knew a lot
more about me than I knew about them!) Except for
Leonel and Mateo, who were the younger half brothers of
Carlos, the dancers were all cousins, children of
Carlos or his brother Eduardo or one of their sisters
or half sisters, and the guys, who ranged in age from
eighteen to twenty-eight, had known one another all
their lives. After five minutes with them, I felt as if
I had known them all my life too.
And the outfits we wore for the dance were so damned
sexy: just your basic loin cloth, but without a pouch--
a strip of cloth down the front and a strip down the
back hanging from a cloth belt cinched -- ain't modern
life wonderful? -- with Velcro. I could tell the
costumes excited the other guys, too, because it became
so damned hard to keep our semi-hard and sometimes
fully hard dicks hidden by those skinny lengths of
cloth. God were those guys hung! But I could see I
didn't have anything to be ashamed of either.
Jan Wentworth:
Carlos, what in the hell are you up to? You know I
can't do this dance with my son here, I told him. He
responded that not only would I do the dance with my
son here, I'd perform it with my son. The deal we'd
made the previous evening was that the dancers would be
the sons or other relatives of the original male
dancers, and could I deny that Carlos was the son of
one of those dancers?
Shit.
We had never talked about it, of course. After he
pulled that dirty trick at the performance, knowing
full well that I was probably ovulating, I refused to
have anything to do with him. Now, dealing with him
again after all these years, renewing my acquaintance
with his selfish stubbornness, I could see why!
That's not something Junior -- or Wayne -- can ever
know, Carlos, don't you dare tell either of them! I
warned. However, Carlos said he didn't think he would
have to tell Junior, that our son was a bright young
man and would be able to figure it out for himself
given a bit of time.
Anyway, it was time he got to know his brothers, even
if he doesn't know that's what they are. And all the
rest of the boys are his cousins or his uncles, after
all. He went on and on, bullshitting me to death.
Carlos, you can talk yourself blue in the face, but
there is no way I am letting our son fuck me. See, he
said? There you said it. Our son. Yes, I knew I was the
lucky one, I can see it in the boy's face. And doesn't
the idea of having our son fuck you turn you on as much
as it turned you on that time I fucked you? Didn't it
excite you knowing that one of the dancers was going to
leave a baby in you?
I know it did them. Jesus, leave it to Carlos to get
carried away with irrelevancies. But I had to admit my
cunt was getting wet and squishy and I was trying to
remember what Junior's dick looked like the last time I
saw it, when he was twelve or so, and sneaking glances
over at the almost nude young men gathering on the
stage.
That damned Carlos, he just kept looking intently at me
as all that was running through my mind, then he
grinned at me as if he had seen every single thought
flicker across my face as clearly as if I'd run the
whole sequence on video for him, put his arm around my
shoulder, and said that it was time to get the
rehearsal started. What could I say? I was too excited
and too wet to argue.
Carlos "Junior" Wentworth:
Jesus, now I know just what the bas relief on that bowl
depicts, and it's so much hotter than I imagined, I
can't begin to tell you. After Mom and Carlos argued
for a while this morning, Carlos finally took her by
the arm and led her to the stage where we guys were
waiting for the rehearsal to begin.
He demonstrated the entire dance for us, showing us how
most gracefully to use the safety nets my mother had
demanded the previous evening (too bad). He teased my
mother that this time we would rehearse all the steps,
that he would leave nothing out during rehearsals,
though he would consider leaving some things out for
the performance because after all, doubling the number
of people would double the time the performance took.
My mom looked at Carlos and told him she had a
suggestion. She whispered in his ear, and Carlos told
her that she was a genius. And after Carlos figured out
how to implement her suggestion, I could see that he
was right.
We practiced the whole thing three times -- one
complete run through this morning and two this
afternoon. We'll go through it four times tomorrow and
twice, both times in the morning, the day after that,
and the performance is that evening at seven. That
gives us the afternoon to rest up for the performance.
I can hardly wait, since Carlos has promised us all a
wonderful surprise for the performance.
Jesus, I am so hot, I've had to masturbate four times
since I got home just thinking about the rehearsals
today -- I guess they didn't drain me dry after all!
Too bad about those damned safety nets. I wouldn't want
to ruin it for dad or anything, but it sure gets me
excited to think of knocking up my own mom.
Wayne Wentworth:
Jesus, my balls have been aching all day. I can hardly
wait to see the look on Jan's face when she gets the
surprise Carlos and I have planned for her at the
performance, which is just about to begin. Jan is
already onstage when the lights come on and the music -
- performed by a band of a dozen drummers--starts.
The stage is set to look like a beach, with a few stray
palms, a suggestive spattering of sand around the
edges, and a backdrop of the sea. Jan reclines on a low
platform that's covered in a dark green cloth on the
left side of the stage; a spotlight suggesting sun
trains on her naked body, and she rubs herself
sensuously to the accompaniment of the drums.
As she raises herself, languidly fondling her luscious
breasts in time to the music and lifting them, like
offerings, to the sun, the drummers add a stronger and
more frenetic beat to the polyrhythmic pounding.
The young men dancers begin to enter from the other
side wearing loin cloths. They are all very good
looking, ranging in complexion from light olive to
darkest black -- Carlos believes in a well-integrated
family. The youths all have great bodies and those
great big dicks that Cubans and Puerto Ricans are world
famous for.
When she sees that she is no longer alone, Jan gets up
and dances toward her clothes, which are in a pile on
the other side of the stage. She moves timidly, trying
not to attract attention. Unfortunately for her, some
of the boys are by now between her and her clothes.
They spot her, and a few start to get immediately
excited, which one can see as their hard dicks push the
thin bands of cloth hiding them aside. She demurely
dances this way and that to avoid them but continues to
try to get to her clothes.
The young men perform a ribald dance all around her,
taking turns grabbing her and miming erotic acts,
mostly pretending to suck or stroke her tits and trying
to rub their penises suggestively on her thighs; a few
even touch her labia and lips with their dicks as she
moves around to avoid them, but as yet, they do not
actually penetrate her.
After a boy releases her, she renews her demure
attempts to dance over to retrieve her clothes, but
another boy grabs her, each succeeding boy becoming
increasingly aggressive, one of them even forcing the
head of his cock into her mouth and another of them
giving her neatly trimmed pussy a good working over
with his mouth as the drums suggest that the dancers
make their movements more sinuous and prolonged.
Finally, one of the bolder lads moves right in front of
her and grabs her bare breasts, one in each hand. It is
our son Junior! She tries to push him away in the
stylized movements of the dance, but he continues to
stroke her breasts, attempting to suck one then the
other of them into his mouth. As he succeeds, she
stumbles backward onto the cloth-covered platform on
which she had been sunbathing. Junior falls on top of
her, obviously spearing her with his long thick, uncut
dick as they fall.
I can see that it does not go unnoticed by Jan that he
is not wearing a condom as the boys had done during
rehearsals, and the heat that rises from her body is
almost palpable. As they start to fall, she mouths the
words, You can't. Never losing the rhythm of the drums,
Junior audibly replies that he's gonna, and he does.
Men in the audience gasp as Carlos sinks into her and
starts fucking her wildly and rapidly. Here and there
in the audience, I hear a belt being unbuckled, notice
pants being pushed down.
The numerous ushers, hustlers from the best streets of
Miami invited in especially for the occasion, who wear
outfits similar to those of the dancers, go to work
among the audience, taking a cock in a mouth here,
jacking a dick there, and sometimes even turning a fine
ass to a member of the audience or satisfying one with
whatever appendage is convenient.
Junior's face is becoming distorted, his mouth opens,
his muscles get tight as he approaches his climax. Jan
wraps her legs around him and Junior pushes himself
well up against her cervix, as close to her womb as
possible, when he comes, just as Carlos and I told him
to do, to give him a better chance of being tonight's
lucky winner. Faltering only slightly, but still
following the beat of the drums, he gets off her to be
replaced by Arturo.
Arturo, Carlos's nephew, is a black Cuban, who,
although just eighteen years old and only five feet six
inches tall, has an extremely thick eleven-inch dick.
He places the heart-shaped condomless head, half hidden
by his long foreskin, at the hole Junior has just
vacated and gives a slow, steady shove. Jan moans, but
never stops moving, dancing, to the beat of those
drums. Nor does Arturo, whose rhythmic stroking in and
out of her causes the hand and arm movements in the
audience to become even more rapid.
As Arturo presses into her, he lifts her on the low
platform on which they perform until she is kneeling on
it. As he does so, he makes sure that the audience can
see her distended labia showing bright pink as he
pushes into and out of them. Ivan, Carlos Sr.'s twenty-
one-year-old son, whose long thick cock, although
vividly erect, is still completely covered by his
foreskin, moves behind her. In profile, his cock shows
a delicious curve; he rubs her ass cheeks with it.
Arturo lifts her so that his arms support her on his
dick, and he spreads her legs for Ivan, who lowers his
head and licks at the very spot where Arturo and Jan
are joined to the accompaniment of gasps and murmurs of
approval from the audience. He works back a little to
tongue her asshole.
Jan's eyes close, and her gyrations in time to the
music become more pronounced. Ivan kneels behind her
and works the head of his cock into Jan's anus. There
are moans in the audience, and to no one's surprise, a
low moaning from Jan, who has started coming and comes
continually for the next half hour. Her legs are
spread, being held in the air by Ivan and Arturo, who
press their excited organs into the cleft of her legs.
Arturo's dance in and out of her quickens, and he comes
to the rhythm of the drums. His cum dribbles out of
Jan's cunt as he pulls out to be replaced by Jose
(another of Carlos's sons, but by a different mother
than Ivan and Tito), a black Cuban whose dick, if
possible, is even bigger than Arturo's and with a very
provocative upward curve at the end, suggesting that it
knows how to reach right inside to a woman's gut. It is
clearly as thick as Jan's wrist. At about this point,
Ivan comes in Jan's ass.
The drums pound eccentrically as Jan goes off again
just as Ivan pulls out and his eighteen-year-old
brother Tito fills her ass with his equally long, thick
straight dick. The drums establish all the rhythms,
starting slowly each time someone new inserts himself
into Jan and building until that person climaxes in
her. The poly-rhythms of the drums represent all that
is happening on the stage, even including the boys who
stand by waiting their turns, stroking their stimulated
dicks. The audience similarly exhibits many different
stages of arousal, each represented somewhere in the
drumming.
The dance goes on like this for more than an hour. When
Jose and Tito are done, they are replaced by Leonel,
Carlos Sr.'s half brother, in her pussy and Felix up
her ass. At 28 Leonel is the senior member of the
troupe, having actually attended rehearsals for the
original performance, although he was not permitted to
attend the members-only performance.
His dick is the longest of the male dancers, and fully
hard, it is a hair’s breadth more than twelve inches in
length and a good two inches wide. At 20, Felix, Carlos
Sr's nephew, has the characteristic family big dick,
except that his is on the thicker side rather than the
longer side, being a short eight inches.
A strong smell of semen begins to arise among the
audience, and several of the members have come several
times by this point. Jan obviously enjoys Leonel's
length, and it seems obvious to me, watching, that the
head of his dick is slipping right past her cervix and
straight into her womb. Junior seems to have a lot of
competition today for the honors.
I add to the semen smell in the audience as Leonel
gasps and shoots his cum deep into her. He plants his
cock into her root deep and I watch his ass flex six or
seven times while his balls twitch on Jan's cunt and
gout gobs of baby juice into her.
Felix comes too, and to the beat of the drums, Leonel
and Felix are replaced by Moshe and Memo. Eighteen-
year-old Moshe, a black Cuban and another of Carlos's
nephews, has a sort of comical look because of his
large and crooked teeth, but there is nothing comical
about the dick he sports between his legs, which
resembles that of Arturo for length and thickness, but
without the heart-shaped head. He drives his thick
eleven inches into Jan's cunt rhythmically as twenty-
year-old Memo, who has a very thick ten-inch dick,
drives up her ass.
In time to the music, they twist her body this way and
that as they move into her and out of her. Jan moans
again as rivulets of cum flood from her cunt over the
boys’ thighs as they hold her up over that platform and
fuck her. At this point, there isn't a single member of
the audience whose dick is still in his pants, and the
moaning and heavy breathing among the audience match
Jan's own. The drummers heat up the beat and Moshe,
yelling obscenities, comes in Jan's cunt as Memo floods
her ass.
Next up are Paolo, son of Carlos's sister, and Kiko.
Paolo has a great body and a thick dick with a very
long foreskin. Even after Paolo's cock is hard, the
foreskin covers the head. He shoves it into Jan's cunt
as Kiko, Carlos Sr's twenty-four-year old nephew,
shoves his up her ass. Having waited so long, needless
to say, neither of these boys lasts very long, so they
are almost immediately replaced by twenty-four-year-old
Mateo, another of Carlos's half brothers, in her cunt
and Junior again, this time in Jan's ass.
Mateo is another of those black Cubans with a huge
dick, and although he has suffered through an hour of
the most exciting display of fucking ever seen, he is
determined to make it last, and as the last performer,
to make sure the performance ends on a note the
audience will always remember. So he strokes as far out
as he can, slamming it back into Jan, exaggeratedly
pulling the full length out of her again and then
slamming it heavily to her.
Her moaning increases, and the drums, though I did not
think it possible, manage to become even just a little
more impulsively evocative of the sex taking place on
the stage as Mateo finally pours his cum into Jan's
already filled cunt and Junior drives a great load home
in her ass. Suddenly the drums stop and the lights on
the stage go out.
A discreet few minutes are allowed for the members of
the audience to clean up and get themselves in order
before the lights come up again, but when they do, to
show Jan and the twelve boys provocatively arrayed on
the stage, the audience bursts into shouts and cheers.
Instead of taking a bow, each boy runs up to Jan and
thrusts his erect dick into her snatch for a stroke or
two, but when Carlos takes his bow, he moves in and out
of her long enough to actually come in her again to
cheers and shouts of approval from the audience. As the
members of the club leave, I hear them betting heavily
among themselves as to which of the dancers will be the
father of the baby. God, what an evening. But of
course, Jan must never know that I was here!
Carlos "Junior" Wentworth:
Holy shit! I came to Miami to get laid, but I certainly
never thought it would be my mom I laid, or that I
would share her with my brothers and cousins. Yes, at
last I know who I am, thanks to my dad, Wayne, who was
thoughtful enough to give me his official program from
the performance as a tangible souvenir of an
unforgettable evening.
Let me quote a little: "The members of the Miami
Affiliated Clubs de Hombres Organization (MACHO) are
profoundly grateful to Carlos Ruiz for arranging a new
production of his 'Fertility Dance' for this annual
meeting and to close our dance contest. Those of you
who remember the original event seventeen years ago
have requested many times over the intervening years
that the dance be repeated, but unfortunately, the star
of the dance insisted she was retired as a performer.
Happily, not only did she change her mind, she is
allowing her son, Carlos Ruiz Jr., the happy result of
that first and only performance, and legal son of our
honorary and honored member, Wayne Wentworth, who was
so instrumental in bringing about the first
performance, to participate in this revival. Based on
information supplied to us by Carlos and Wayne, we have
reason to believe, and it is our fervent hope, that
this performance may produce similar results to the
last one."
And who knows, maybe I was the lucky one to knock my
mom up during the performance of "Fertility Dance,"
thanks to Carlos's having me go first and dad and
Carlos suggesting that I try and get my sperm directly
in her womb. I can't tell you how excited all of us
dancers got when Carlos gathered us together a few
minutes before the performance and told us that for
esthetic purposes the president of the club had
demanded that we perform without the safety nets.
Anybody who was not hard when he heard that got hard
when Carlos winked and added the information that mom
was fertile, so one of us was likely to end up becoming
a father. That's when dad appeared and he and Carlos
took me aside to talk to me. Carlos also confessed that
I had a leg up on the other guys, so to speak, because
the condoms he had given me during rehearsals had holes
in them -- just like the ones he'd used during the
nightly fucks he and my mom indulged in on their tour
seventeen years previously, though Carlos said he
thought my mom believed it all happened at the
performance.
Of course, I'll still call Wayne Wentworth dad, and
I'll just call my father Carlos. After all, I was dad's
idea. You see, before he and mom got married, he and
Carlos were part-time boyfriends. That's right, my dads
are bisexual. It was Carlos who introduced mom and dad.
Then, after mom and dad had tried unsuccessfully for a
year to have babies and dad's doctor told him he was
sterile -- a fact he for some reason was too
embarrassed to share with my mom -- his old buddy
Carlos offered to help him out.
As to the revival performance, dad says he saw me
masturbating one night as he walked past my room when I
was home for spring break last March, saw how big my
dick had gotten. I had left the door open because I
hoped it would let me hear mom and dad having sex.
Anyway, he says that he'd been wanting to have another
child for a few years now and that seeing me
masturbating is what put the whole idea into his head.
So he called up his old buddy Carlos to see what he
could arrange. The rest is history, and mom sure has
gotten big for just three months pregnant! She says the
morning sickness is about four times worse than it was
with me, then she runs and throws up and comes back and
looks real worried and says she hopes it doesn't mean
anything.
The silver bowl the Miami Affiliated Clubs de Hombres
Organization sent mom to commemorate her performance
this summer is even sexier than the first one. At
least, in this one, there is no doubt as to what is
happening, as it depicts Mateo up mom's cunt and me up
her ass as clear as can be with six of my brothers and
cousins gathered around with enormous erections; one of
them is even sucking one of the others, which my dad
swears actually did happen during the performance,
although I was so busy paying attention to what was
happening to mom I missed it. Too bad! The bas relief
is a real turn on.
I haven't figured out whether I'm bisexual myself or
not, but I expect I will have plenty of opportunity to
explore the matter when I visit Carlos and my brothers
and cousins in Miami next summer -- dad says we can
spend the whole summer there next year instead of just
two weeks. I can hardly wait. We may do another
performance of the "Fertility Dance" for MACHO. And not
only did my brothers and cousins insinuate that they'd
like to play a little man to man, I have yet to meet
any of my female cousins or my aunts, so my dick stays
hard just imagining what we all might get up to.
Wayne Wentworth: Well, Jan delivered safely. Thank god
she and all four of the babies were healthy. Of course,
we didn't plan on four (how was I to know Jan would
take my low sperm count story seriously enough to take
a damned fertility drug? I should have told her the
truth in the first place, I guess), but we'll count our
blessings. I'm so proud. One of the babies, named
Carlos III, obviously belongs to Carlos Junior, as I
have taken to calling our son since he learned who his
blood father is.
Even without the DNA testing, I'd know the one we've
named Arthur belongs to Arturo, based on the child's
dark color (I don't know why the doctor looked so
surprised when he appeared) and the heart-shaped head
of his dick. The one we call Leo looks just like
Leonel, and the child's dick is already almost as long
as mine.
The last one, Moses, is Moshe's, and he seems to make
those comical faces Moshe makes even though he doesn't
have any teeth yet. Of course when she found out that
there were going to be four of them, Jan started
worrying herself sick about what I'd think if I ever
figured out what really happened in Miami. To relieve
her mind, I confessed to her I'd seen everything-both
times. Do you know what she said? Her response was, Do
you mean I've gone without big Latin dick for sixteen
years for no reason other than that's what I mistakenly
believed you wanted?
I laughed when she said it, but I've since come to
realize that, after last summer's performance in Miami,
nothing will ever be quite the same again, beginning
with all the commotion emanating from the nursery. Jan
says she's looking forward to spending next summer in
Miami and she doesn't plan to renew her prescription
for birth-control pills.
Well, even if she does another performance of
"Fertility Dance," I hope at least she doesn't take
those fertility treatments this summer, though I've
already gotten vehement word from Carlos Junior that he
and his cousins like the odds better if she does.
And so do the other members of MACHO's board of
directors (they elected me to sit on the board the week
I announced to them that Jan was having quadruplets and
that the DNA testing indicated four different fathers--
I'm the first non-Latin ever to be given the honor),
who are lobbying for an annual performance--with a
greatly enhanced stipend for enhanced fertility.
Jan looks wistful and says that with money like that we
could retire in three or four years (and I haven't told
her how much they said they'd pay for the privilege of
videotaping the performance or what the cut we've been
promised from the gambling on paternity is worth, based
on an informal tally of bets placed last year). Then
she says she thinks that doing it every year,
especially with the fertility treatments, would be too
much, but she gets wet and wants to fuck every time I
bring it up.
We'll see. Summer's not for another month or two, so
she still has time for the treatments if she wants.
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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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