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Authors name: Bootscooter (simplerecipes@msn.com)
Story title : Clarissa Explains it All - 4
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Clarissa Explains It All Chapter - 4 (mf, inc, parody)
by Bootscooter (simplerecipes@msn.com)
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In this final installment of Clarissa Explains it All,
Ferguson finally gets to join in all the frivolity going
on around him. He comes out from under the bed to on top
of the bed, finds a "toy" to enjoy while ditching school,
and slowly one by one bonds with his family in a unique
and special way.
***
Ferguson Ferguson Ferguson... the poor young lad was
sooooooo horny he couldn't stand it. His sister's nude
image remained nestled in his young mind constantly. His
mother, too. His mind was not what it used to be.now it
was confused, rearranged, disorientated, horny.
Nothing now was the same. It couldn't be. He went about
his daily business in a daze, sometimes a frump. His cock
remained 100% stiff. At school was the worst, every girl
he saw--in all manners of dress style, annoyed him.his
cock. A few of his teachers now began to make him race to
the bathroom for a quick hand job. But he always brought
to mind his mother and sister laid out on the bed being
hammered.
While humping his bed he deeply imaged that it was he
himself, not Sam or his father, that was doing the
humping. Before he knew what he knew, he had only merely
lightly fantasized about what it might possibly be like
to screw Clarissa. Now his mind was curious about what it
would be like to sink his bone into his mother.
His very own mother!
He couldn't believe what he was thinking! But it made his
cock feel SO much better when he did.
Once more Ferguson scrunched under his sister's bed. He
had determined that when the shenanigans began again--
whoever was involved, he was going to make his play. He
had to, this being left out sucked. He understood that it
was his personality, he was not physically appealing, he
was not into the "family" thing--he was an oddball; he
was Republican! His fantasies increased ten-fold in
relation to seeing his mother naked, sprawled out on her
bed, masturbating. He gulped for air and tried to clear
his feeble mind. His cock demanded serious attention, but
he wanted to save it.
Presently Clarissa entered the room. He sighed, heard her
fart, then watched as her feet moved about the room doing
whatever. How would she feel if she knew of his being
under her bed; naked and jerking off into a pair of her
panties?
Some fear dwelled within him, their relationship (as far
as brother and sister go) was okay, he did care for her
and supposed that he loved her and didn't want her to
come to any harm--and he supposed that she felt the same
about him. Now, with that out of the way--they were
typical siblings who occasionally did what they could to
get the other into some sort of trouble.
But come Christmas and birthdays there was always the
thoughtful gift or card. Thereafter it was back to
normal.
For half an hour she tinkered at her desk on her
computer. Ferguson waited for Sam or his father to
arrive. He began summoning up his courage; seeing how he
would be able to "join in" on the incredible togetherness
he was not a part of.
Fortunately he didn't have to wait long for something
narly to happen; Clarissa and Ferguson's eyes filled with
hard lust as off onto the royal blue carpet came her
blouse.followed by her bra. Ferg's balls surged; he
placed a hand onto his bare naked ass and began rubbing
himself, diddling his hole, and humping Clarissa's
panties.
She was changing clothes, apparently.
She kicked off her shoes then turned on some music,
classic rock and roll. Ferguson rolled his eyes and shook
his head. Then, he returned to all smiles and wonderment
as he could see her tight fitting stone washed jeans
sliding down to her ankles. Carefully he eased forward,
mindful not to bring himself too far forward lest he be
seen.
The jeans were kicked free of her ankles and then down
came the panties, red knit with black lace. They were
kicked to where the jeans lay. Ferguson tried peering
through the bed sham but could rightly see his now nude
sister. He licked his lips and risked exposure, inching
to where his nose was right at the lacey box spring
covering.Clarissa roamed about her room lightly tidying
up before plopping back before her computer.
Cum oozed out of Ferguson's cock, further soiling the
already heavily soiled panties. His eyes fluttered, he
grabbed ass flesh and squeezed hard, diddling his hole
more and more, grinding hard against the carpeted floor
to further induce sexual pleasure.
Then the bedroom door opened.
"Hi Clarissa." it was the mommy, Janet Darling.
"Hi mom." piped the girl.
"Have you seen your brother?"
"Nope." Clarissa said honestly.
"His Club just called and said they have seen him
either."
"Hmmmm, that's strange, where could he be? He'd never
miss a Club (Republican) meeting.unless he's involved in
something else."
The conversation banter continued, Ferguson slowly
getting antsy and paranoid, and ticked off that the
wondrous interlude he was having had been interrupted.
Then..
Janet moved across the room, picking up cast off
clothing, bitching to her teen daughter about her
(un)neatness habits. Ferguson slinked back deeper under
the bed; his mother plopped down onto the foot of
Clarissa's bed. She wasn't heavy or anything, but the
sudden "drop" clunked Ferg's head and he didn't like it.
The two women continued their conversation, diversifying
from the strange and weird Ferguson Darling to other
aspects in their life. Ferguson lay utterly disgusted,
extremely horny, and in a bad situation.he had to pee.
Ferguson's attention was re-addressed when he saw
something a little odd at the foot of the bed.his mom had
kicked off her shoes and her beige knit slacks were at
her ankles! Ferguson gulped and stared wide-eyed
disbelieving. What was going on here?
What was going on was going off.Janet kicked off her
slacks and laid back.next to Ferg's amazement was her
panties down at her ankles.
Ferguson's mouth fell open. It was about to drop down to
the kitchen when .
Clarissa came across the room and dropped to her knees,
right between her mother's opened naked legs. Ferguson
was having fits. This was a dream, a fantasy. This wasn't
right, this wasn't happening.
But it was.
Again he found himself with nose right up to the lace of
the bed sham encircling the box spring mattress. He could
now see clearly his naked sister.she was on her knees,
leaning forward. Ferguson's mind was in a blur, a whir, a
whir and a blur. He couldn't think straight, he couldn't
imagine what the fuck was going on!
He placed his head down onto the floor, cocked it, and
looked right up to his sister's blond patch. Her pussy
was right there, right there! And it was pulsating, too!
And she was apparently peeing, too! (so he assumed)
Ferguson narrowly missed getting clunked in the head as
his sister moved a hand down to frig herself.
"Oh yes!" cried out Janet. "More!"
Ferguson had no idea.but one was forming.
He couldn't believe it. He simply fucking couldn't
fucking believe it. It was impossible. Incredulous.
Incredible. But he heard his mother exclaim. "Oh yes,
Clarissa, suck my pussy, eat me, honey." followed by
moans, groans, repeats of "Oh yes!" and other sexually
explicit decrees of ultimate satisfaction.
Ferguson now on his backside was mere inches from
Clarissa's swamp box; he could smell her essence, she
farted a couple of times and was "peeing"; steady streams
of love juices trickled down her lovely legs. Ferguson
was coating the bottom of Clarissa's bed with his own
essence.
Soon the teenage girl was moving up onto her bed. Janet's
legs flailed about and finally her feet came to plant on
the very edge. Clarissa was up in between and Ferguson
pulled himself up enough to see the two's pussies
pounding! Janet's hands were clamped onto Clarissa's tan
ass, pulling the cheeks apart and Ferguson got a nice
eyeful of pooter hole!
How he managed to keep from jumping in he had no idea.
Clarissa moved up her mother's nudeness and planted
herself on her mother's face. Janet began tonguing out
her daughter's swamp and Ferguson.sat naked in utter awe.
*
Ferguson thought he was going to pass out--this was not
happening.this was not happening! Presently the bedroom
door opened and in waltzed.Marshall, the daddy.
"Has anyone seen Ferguson?" he asked. He didn't seem to
mind that his wife and daughter were naked frolicking on
Clarissa's bed. Ferguson had had just barely enough time
to scoot back under the bed before the door opened.
Another round of banter came, discussing the odd behavior
of Ferguson. He couldn't believe it.this was nuts! And
was even more nuts was seeing his father kick loose his
shoes and socks.there came off his Hawaiian shirt
followed by the dropping of his light gray not-matching
dress slacks.
Ferguson gulped.this was insane!
Onto the already crowded bed Marshall climbed on. A very
confused and disgruntled Ferguson could only image what
was going on topside. Could he risk exposure? Did he
care? He very slowly pulled himself up, and was mildly
surprised and what he saw with his small beady little
eyes:
Clarissa on all fours, ass out to the foot of the bed so
as Ferguson could see his mother noshing on the girl's
poon while underneath laid out on the bed. Meanwhile,
daddy Marshall was being sucked on by daughter Clarissa.
It was not to be believed.
Janet noshed, smacked Clarissa's ass, pulled the cheeks
open and finger fucked Clarissa's asshole, her tongue
digging deeply into the girl's quim. It was almost too
much for poor bedraggled Ferguson. He was beside himself
in horny agony.
There was much ado about all the slurping and sucking,
moaning and groaning. It was not to be believed. The boy
had to quickly scoot back under the bed as his naughty
family topside moved about into new positions.
When Ferg peeked again.Clarissa had come width wise on
her bed, still on her hands and knees, though, ass up.
Behind her was her father, plowing his way up her Hershey
Highway while momma dearest continued to lay underneath,
though no longer noshing on the girl's wondrous snatch
box, now was latched onto Marshall's musty furry nuzzies.
Ferguson watched in total awe.his cock cumming off on its
own as it methodically grinded against the odd material
of the box springs. He could scarcely breathe, think,
function. Watching as finally his father began to cum,
pumping furiously into Clarissa's rectum, spanking her
ass, making incredible sexual sounds of "cumming off."
When he pulled free of his daughter's incredible hole,
resting on his heels, massaging his aching organ.Janet
eased her head up between Clarissa's legs and began
licking clean the fresh fucked bunghole. Ferguson passed
out.
He wasn't doing well. He avoided his family mostly,
seldom spoke to them, hardly could he function period.
This was nuts! He didn't make it to school the following
day. It would be his first intentional ditch. But he had
to. He had to get a grip, had to think things out, this
couldn't go on, this simply couldn't go on without him!
He made his way back home, taking alternate routes so as
parental units on their way to work wouldn't spot him. As
he made his way down an alley two blocks from home he
chanced upon a curious find.
It was made of wood, seven inches (or so) long,
cylindrical, and flat butt end with the "tip" have a bit
of a "knob" with bumps and ridges half way down the
"shaft."
It was intriguing and found in the ivy bushes of a wall
in the alley he was traipsing down. He looked around,
then secured the "item" and scurried home.
In his room he gave the "item" closer scrutiny. He had no
idea. But methodically found himself running his hand up
and down the length of the handmade object, suddenly
discovering that he himself was getting wood! He stripped
off his clothes and laid out on his bed, again the new
object grasped in his hands. One hand fondled the new toy
while the other fondled the "old" toy--his cock. His mind
once more flew into a blur, a whir, a mass of jumbled
thoughts and new imaginings of sexual awe.
He found himself breathing hard.then, the new toy began
moving up and down his nude body to at length come to
pressing hard against his sex. A strange newness
enveloped him, he was awed even more so, sexually
stimulated by the wood toy.
Again the images of his mother and sister filled his
tormented mind.he struggled to maintain but soon found
himself laying face/cock down on his bed. He was not of
his own mind, his ass arched up and he brought the wood
dildo up between his legs to scrunched his swelled
virtually hairless tezzies to the point whereupon the
small bulbous wooden tip greeted his puckering asshole.
A strange sexual feeling seethed throughout his body.
A new image flooded his mind.it was not of his sister or
mother.it was his father!!
He shook his head.that wasn't right. But yet, still. He
found himself further tormented and sexually fulfilled as
the wooden toy slipped into his tight poop chute. There
was stiff resistance despite the fact that he was
willing. He tried unclenching his sphincter but it was a
no-go.
He sat up, laid back with shoulders against the wood
paneling, legs up as much as possible and opened wide,
then tried again to guide the wooden schlong into his
corn hole.
Again, no go. Not without a lot of discomfort. But dire
determination drove him to the bathroom, seeking
something that would make the penetration all the more
easier.
A small jar of petroleum jelly he found, his sister used
it for some reason he wasn't sure of. He applied a
liberal coating to the wooden dildo and then a glob to
his tight rim. It was then into his sister's room to
scavenge some panties.
His cock was in demanding for attention as was his
asshole. He laid out on Clarissa's bed, pulling the
covers back to lay on the lovely soft cool powder blue
sheets. He laid a pair of used undies on the sheet and
then his cock. Once more he brought his ass up and hand
up between his legs to once more begin the task of
sodomizing himself.
There was such a feeling! His cock surged, his balls
swelled, his mind was flooded with images of being
buggered by his father, his mother slurping on his cock,
Clarissa licking his rim after their father had "filled
it."
Ferguson found himself with cum shooting out of his cock.
This was nuts!
He was so engrossed in pleasing himself that he was
unaware of a "visitor." not until he "sensed" that he was
no longer alone. He turned his head to see none other
than Clarissa's non-beau, Sam.
Sam was standing half naked, grinning, eyeing the very
naked and excitable Ferguson. Ferguson was busted. So
stunned was he that he couldn't move, he was petrified.
If it had been his mother, father, or even Clarissa he
might had flew right out the nearby open window.
But he didn't. He was a little frightened, but not out of
hand. Sam finished stripping down and stood with a nice
hard-on. Ferguson eyed the naked schlong and Sam came up
onto the bed. Ferguson was turned about and put back into
"position." Ferguson still intrigued (sexually) complied.
Sam rubbed Ferg's ass, smacked it and pulled the wooden
"plug" out of the boy's hole.clutched his nut sac and
returned the wooden dildo into the hole of which it had
come. Then he began sodomizing Ferguson with it, faster
and faster until bits of cum began to seep out of Ferg's
cock. Then Sam replaced the wooden schlong with his own
and promptly sodomized Ferguson until both boys were
cumming.
On the floor in a 69er was how Clarissa found them. She
nearly lost her breath and the ability to stand. Her
father was involved in the fracas, as well. He was behind
Sam, buried deeply into the teen's rectum, pumping and
pounding away steadily, lathered in a sheen layer of sex
sweet. Ferguson on bottom, pulling Sam's cheeks open as
he sucked on Sam's balls as well as his own father's
swinging fuzzies.
There was naught to do but strip down and join in. She
sucked on Ferg's cock after Sam offered it to her. Ferg
had no idea who was slurping on him.and didn't care. The
dildo he had found worked it's way up into his hole, his
father fucked Sam's hole and all was well with the world.
Of course, the mother--Janet, had yet to join in on the
fun.
But that was to cum.
Later on that same night, just after Fergus had gone to
bed, his bedroom door open and Marshall came to him. It
had been a long wild afternoon of... of... butt fucking.
Pure and simple, butt fucking. Ferguson had finally
managed to sink his pud into Clarissa's snatch box, and
had no qualms about going down on her afterwards and
cleaning her love box.
Mother Janet had had to work late and so missed the
family togetherness. Marshall got his son up telling him
that he had a surprise for him. Ferguson was good with
that, more surprises--yippee!
It was to his parents' room. It was dark within and he
was guided in--realizing that his father was naked. He
strove to recall was his father naked during dinner?
After the sex fest in Clarissa's room he and sis had
showered together, then were plagued by unannounced
family friends and visitors.
He safely assumed that he and his family had put some
clothes on during that time. But now his dad was naked
behind him. (again) Ferg let his eyes adjust and made out
the bed. A gentle push from his father sent the boy
slightly stumbling. He became acutely aware that someone
was on the bed.
Mom.
Duh.
As the faint glow from the digital clock and the bathroom
night light gave a subtle enlightenment to the room, he
saw that his mother was laid out on the bed butt bare ass
naked. He gulped, swallowed, and struggled to breathe.
Her legs were open and she was masturbating.
Ferguson crawled onto the bed, his cock preceding him.
This had to be a dream.it had to be.
Up between his mother's legs he went, his cock lightly
brushing against his mother's furry bush. His cock
tingled, his balls exploded with sexual pleasure. Sinking
himself into Clarissa's pussy (finally) had been a
pleasure he thought he would have never endured. And it
had been lovely. To finally fuck with getting skid marks
on his cock, bed sheet burns, etc. to finally fuck and
receiving great exponentional pleasure from it.was more
than mere words could express.
Only to be topped off by sinking his cock into his
mother's quim. Her hands came to his ass and he made full
entry, laying his head down upon her lovely 36C titties.
No other images filled his mind, only his mother.
When boning Clarissa, he was caught up in the moment and
had pounded her pussy, enjoying ever hump, every inch,
every second of the illicit sex act. He had of course
enjoyed screwing his sister and would enjoying doing her
again--repeatedly. But, on (in) his mother, he took his
time. It was too delicious to throw away in mere seconds.
His cock surged, pulsed, his body tensed, relaxed,
shuddered.
Marshall had left. Ferguson closed his eyes and continued
lovemaking, his mother caressed him and there was lovely
lust between them.
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form.
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