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Brooke and the Hot Sauce - 2
by Snow Ghost (fletcher1706@aol.com)
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Brooke and her parents, and a friend, eat pot laced
spaghetti and things start getting wild in their drug
induced horniness. (FFM, bi, inc, oral, anal, drugs,
orgy, beast)
***
PART 2
I slipped quietly across the lawn, and moved to the
house. I love the trusting souls of the suburbs. Here,
no motion sensor lights or alarm systems turned on after
the owners are inside. And there is always a door
unlocked. The dog came up to me as soon as I stepped in,
but I greeted him with a friendly pat and gave him his
steak, he went to the corner and lay down, chewing
happily while I went about my mission. I opened the
fridge, found the spaghetti and set it on the table.
Liberally pouring in the concentrated pot essence. A
large spoon to stir it all in well, rinse the spoon off.
I wasn't worried about anyone hearing water running,
they would just assume someone else had used the toilet
or was getting a drink of water. Quickly drying and
putting the spoon back, I returned the spaghetti to the
fridge. Then I took a quick look under the table.
A trip to RadioShack had gotten me a small but strong
radio transmitter, on a select frequency. I taped it
securely under the table, it would pick up the
conversations. Tonight, I would be listening as well as
watching what happens.
I had one more thing to do before I left. Easing open
the basement door, I quickly but quietly went down the
stairs. They were good, solid stairs, I didn't need to
worry about things going "creakkkk" in the night. Then
to the laundry hamper. They had a laundry chute in this
house, a wide metal chute, from the bathroom to the
basement. And then a large catch basket. Now containing
several pairs of well scented panties.
I knew which size were Brookes, and found a nice pair. I
held them to my nose, the smell of her pussy was almost
as intoxicating as the pot essence I had just given
them. But this was not the time or place for jerking
off, I put them in my pocket and went back up stairs.
Quietly closing the basement door, I checked to be sure
I had left no traces of my being there, and left.
Back across the lawn to the trees, and it was done. Now,
all I had to do was wait until tonight. I had no
intention of riding home at this hour of the morning.
Specially with a pair of women's panties in my pocket. A
person on a bike this time of night would surely get the
cops attention. Back to my small tent and camp fire
until dawn.
Back at the tent, I stripped nude and went inside,
stretching out on my sleeping bag. Holding my rapidly
stiffening cock in one hand, and her delicate panties in
the other, I lifted them to my nose and inhaled the
sweet, heavy musk of her cunt. My cock stiffened like
steel. I could even feel my balls tighten at the aroma
of her pussy. There was a slightly ranker smell, from
another part of the panties. I knew what it was, of
course, and in a way, it was even a turn on to know I
was smelling her ass.
I got up, and walked out of the tent, still nude, still
hard, and still smelling her panties. The cool night air
on my naked body, on my iron hard cock, actually felt
good. It was exciting to walk around naked and aroused,
where I could still be caught, not likely, but possible,
by someone else out camping. For some reason, there
weren't any mosquitoes, for which I was totally
grateful.
I walked to the edge of the woods, where I could see one
of the houses, there were still lights on, someone was
up. I stood at the edge of the lawn and jerked off,
shooting my cum out into the grass. Stroking myself
until the last spurt was emptied, I walked back to the
tent, climbed in and fell asleep.
**
Early next morning, I broke camp, hid the tent, the
sleeping bag, everything but my bike. It was time to
ride back home and wait the day out, wait for tonight,
and supper time.
Damn good thing it was Saturday, because I would have
been fired for sure if I'd had to work, I could think of
nothing all day long except tonight's events. The day
dragged, I checked my bike, making sure the tires were
ok, even packed a patch kit, I didn't want ANYTHING to
delay me getting there tonight.
Finally, it was nearing dusk. I made it to the trail
without a problem, through the bushes, and got ready.
Pulling my camo clothes out of their hiding spot, I
slipped them on over my bike riding shorts and shirt. My
binoculars and the radio, and I moved into position. I
got the first surprise of the night. There was another
car in the driveway. I had not anticipated them having
guests. This might make the night VERY interesting.
I focused the binos on the kitchen. Brookes Mom and the
guest were preparing supper. I knew her from somewhere,
but? Then I remembered, I had seen her picture in the
house, Brookes Aunt, though I didn't know if it was her
Mom or her Dads sister. They were both going about the
preparations in total ignorance of what was about to
happen to them. I tuned in the radio, hoping it worked
as well here as it had when I tested it. Their voices
could have been louder, but it was still ok.
"So, how's the job search going, Michelle?"
"The same as usual, the really best jobs always seem to
require servicing the boss's sex drive along with
everything else."
Brookes Mom scowled. "Can't believe that is still going
on in today's world."
Michelle laughed. "I always considered that part a paid
bonus!" Both women laughed.
They continued puttering around in the kitchen, then
Brookes dad came in the house. He walked up to his wife,
giving her a hot, passionate kiss and hug, groping her
ass right in front of Michelle. She didn't seem the
least bit phased by the display. In fact, she was
watching with very frank interest. When he finally broke
the kiss, he turned to Michelle and kissed her just as
passionately as he had his wife, and openly groped her
ass too, with his wife looking on. Michelle returned the
kiss, rubbing the front of his pants. Tonight may get
far more interesting than I had expected.
He got drinks for the three of them. I couldn't help but
smile. Alcohol mixed with the pot essence I had put in
the food! Tomorrow, they would blame tonight on the
drinks, never guessing the real cause.
Brooke came home, said her hellos and went upstairs to
change. The sun was just setting, requiring her to turn
on the lights in her bedroom and the bathroom. She
quickly stripped, revealing that fantastic body. Then
she rummaged in her dresser drawer for a moment, taking
out her new double dildo.
Slipping on her bathrobe, hiding the plastic prick under
her towel, she went into the bathroom. Her hands
immediately went to her breasts, massaging the huge
mounds. She stood in front of the mirror, hefting them
up and letting them drop, watching them bounce and sway.
I was amazed, like I always am when I see her playing
with them, that she didn't have back problems from
walking around with jugs that big.
Then she turned the shower on, adjusted the spray and
stepped in. Fortunately, it was a glass sided shower,
and she kept the fan on, so I was not frustrated by
steaming up or a shower curtain. She spend several
minutes just letting the water flow over her, twisting
and turning, enjoying the sensation. Then she turned her
attention to enjoying other sensations. She lubed up the
dildo and stuck it securely to the shower wall. Then she
backed herself onto it. One thing for sure about this
family, they were definitely ass fuck freaks.
She humped herself like a wild woman, while sucking her
nipples again. When her orgasm hit, she bit her own
nipple to keep from screaming out in pleasure. Pleasure
and pain, the two most powerful sexual stimulants. She
kept the plastic dicks in her, and her nipple in her
mouth, until the orgasm faded, then slid off them.
Sliding to the floor of the shower, she let the water
cascade over her while she recovered her strength. While
she was there, she twisted enough to reach her dildo,
and began to suck the one that had been in her cunt. She
was cleaning off her own pussy juice! This was one real
slut. She picked herself up off the shower floor, worked
the fake fucker loose, and turned off the water.
Very tenderly, she dried her jugs, her cunt and ass,
then the rest of her body. Clean, sexually satisfied and
relaxed, Brooke slipped her bathrobe back on, wrapped
the fuck toy in her towel again, and went back to her
room. Dressing didn't take long, she slipped on clean
panties, jeans, and a tee shirt. She never wore a bra
when she was home, something I bet her dad loved. She
bounced, literally, down the stairs to the kitchen.
Her mom and Michelle were setting the places for supper,
her dad was all ready in his chair. My heart was
starting to beat faster, I could feel the adrenalin in
my system, waiting to see what was about to happen. They
took their seats as Mom began to dish out the spaghetti.
She was serving it with thick Italian sausage links. The
ate and chatted, the conversation friendly, the normal
chatter of people comfortable with each other. My hidden
transmitter was working perfectly.
It didn't take long before I noticed a change in their
body language, movement became looser, less controlled.
Mom dropped her fork, then dropped it again. Everyone
laughed at her. Brookes dad looked at her, watched her
suck in a long string of the spaghetti.
"Gee, Brooke, looks like you are really good at sucking
on noodles." The not so subtle meaning in his voice was
obvious.
She took another single strand, and slowly, pursing her
lips together sensually, sucked it in, then made a scene
of licking her lips. "Yea, Dad, I'm good at sucking...
all size of noodles." It was a direct challenge.
He picked up his length of sausage, holding it in his
fingers and wagged it at her, like he was shaking his
cock. This time, the meaning was even less subtle.
Brooke stuck her tongue out as far as she could, and
slowly licked her lips, while staring her father in the
eyes. She leaned forward and took the sausage into her
mouth, then proceeded to suck it like she would a cock.
She was giving the sausage a blow job, looking right at
her father.
When she finally finished her performance, it was quiet,
very quiet. Even from my hidden spot in the trees, I
could see the sexual tension expressed in the body
language of each person at the table.
The liquefied pot and the wine were in their systems
now, it had taken over their judgment and natural social
inhibitions. "Got another sausage for me, Dad?" she
asked, her real meaning obvious. Totally ignoring his
wife and Michelle, he stood up, unbuckled his belt and
pushed down his pants and underpants, he all ready hard
cock springing up towards her face.
She slid off her chair onto her knees, right in front of
her mother and friend, and took her father's cock in her
mouth. She reached between his legs and began to tickle
his balls with her long fingernails, lightly, just the
barest touch. She let his cock slip free for a moment,
as she slowly licked the long shaft.
He lifted one leg, Brooked slipped off the shoe and
freed his leg from the pants, never interrupting the
attention she was giving to her Dads dick. With his
pants only around one leg, he was able to spread them
wider. Brooke worked her finger back towards his asshole
and began to tease it, making his all ready stiff cock
harden even more.
She was too busy with her father to pay attention to her
Mom and Michelle. The women were busily pawing at each
other's clothes, their lips locked in a hot lesbian
tongue exchange. Soon, they were both totally
unashamedly nude. They continued their passionate
kissing, their hands exploring each other's bodies,
groping each other's tits, working their hands between
their bodies to slip fingers in each other's cunts,
massaging hands full of ass cheek.
Brooke had gone back to sucking her Dad, deep-throating
him, doing an even better job on his cock than she had
on the sausage. Of course, this time, she had more to
work with. Her father's cock was considerably better
than a cooked sausage. She felt his cock twitch in her
mouth, swell up and then she was swallowing his cum, his
sausage sauce. Better than any gravy her Mom ever made!
She clamped her lips tight around it, intending not to
waste a single drop. He pushed forward, getting every
centimeter of his shaft into her mouth. The moment he
started to spurt his cum, she locked her lips tightly
around his shaft, not wasting a drop of his sperm.
When he had emptied his balls, he felt her start to pull
back, to let his cock free of its oral prison. He
grabbed her hair and pulled her forward onto it again.
"Keep sucking it, you little incest slut, make your
Daddy hard again, so I can fuck you like you want to get
fucked." Brooke worked even harder at sucking the soft
prick, nearly frantic to get it in her cunt now. While
she was working on her dads sausage, he picked one up
off the table and shoved it in her twat. She jumped a
bit and he lightly slapped the side of her head. "Watch
with the teeth, whore, don't bite it off." He must have
known the spices and hot juices in the sausage was
stinging her sensitive cunt, but he didn't care.
Her mom and Michelle had repositioned themselves.
Michelle was sitting down, Brookes Mom had gotten on the
table, on her knees, with her legs spread, Michelle was
busy sucking cunt and fingering the other woman's
asshole. I couldn't help wondering just how much weight
that table could hold?
Brookes dad picked her up, tossed her onto the table, on
her back, positioned herself and shoved his cock where
the sausage had been only moments before. This time it
was he who yelped as his cock slid into the sausage
spice juice, but the burning only made him harder. After
all, this was his own sweet little girl he was fucking.
His own big-titted, tight assed, hot-cunted grown woman
little girl. If the Pope himself had walked in, it would
not have made his cock soften.
He slid his hands forward to play with her huge jugs,
only to find his wife had beaten him to them. Both women
were on the table, Brooke on her back, her mom on her
hands and knees. They had positioned themselves into a
tit 69, sucking each other's breasts.
Michelle had taken two of the sausages and had them in
her cunt while she ate out Brookes Mom and continued to
finger her asshole.
Her dad shot another load of cum in her, but stayed
inside her until it softened and slipped out on his own.
The dog had come into the kitchen, attracted by the
familiar smells of his cum and loads of cunt juice.
Brookes dad pulled his cock out of her, then moved
aside, to let the dog begin lapping his sperm out of his
daughter's twat.
The dogs long, soft, flexible tongue was like nothing
Brooke had ever experienced, no guy who had ever gone
down on her had a tongue that could match the dogs. He
took her to the edge of feelings, sensations. He entire
being and soul were in her cunt as he licked her clean.
Even from my position in the trees, well outside the
house, I could hear Brookes screams of orgasm when she
came again and again.
Her dad yanked her back a bit, flipped her over like a
rag doll, and helped the dog up on the chair. It's cock
was out of the sheath, stiff and long, smaller than his
own, but ready to fuck, and the dog didn't care what
species. Neither did Brookes father. He helped guide the
dogs cock into his daughters pussy.
Brookes mind had cleared enough to bring her back to
reality. She managed to look over her shoulder. "Dad,
NOOOO, not the dog!"
"Shut up, whore," was all he said as he began to suck
one of her nipple s, playing with the other. He looked
at his wife and Michelle, still locked in lesbian
passion. Then he pulled one of the sausages out of
Michelle's cunt and shoved it in Brookes mouth. "Eat it,
slut."
Michelle was surprised at the difference in flavor, but
only for a second. Then she recognized the taste, she
was not unfamiliar with the others cunts. She knew where
the sausage had been, just not sure who's it had been
in, her mom or Michelle? But she was past caring, either
way.
The two dykes finally broke apart, Brookes dad moved to
his wife, waved his cock in her face and forced her to
start sucking his cum and their daughters cunt juice off
him. The dog was still bush pounding away at Brooke.
When he had shot his final load into his wife's mouth,
the three adults sagged into chairs, watching their
daughter in her bestial sex show. She felt the dogs
sperm shooting up inside her, hotter than a humans, like
lave in a erupting volcano. The dog finally slid off
her.
Unashamedly, Brooke turned over and spread her legs,
letting the dog now lick his own cum out of her, no
longer concerned about the depravity of the performance
she was giving for her own mom and dad, and Michelle.
Somehow, through the fog of lust and sensations, she had
the feeling it was not going to be the last show they
saw from her.
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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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