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This is a service of the Erotic Broadcast Service! The following story is not
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LBFMs (little brown fucking machines)
by Mick The Dragon
Day one
It was definitely time to take leave . I was about to strangle my
boss (justifiable homicide maybe?), shoot my landlord and jump
off a bridge. In other words: I was getting more than a little
stressed out.
At the time I was living on Guam , which sounds exotic but is a
lot like Nebraska with great weather. This is not all that bad
but an island thirty some miles long gets tiresome if you don't
spend money like a Japanese tourist. I was due some vacation
time and just had to decide where to spend it. The practical
choices were Japan which is very expensive and the Japanese
really don,t like anyone but Japanese. Okinawa: almost as
expensive and culturally equivalent to warm New Jersey. Korea:
with out a doubt a bachelors paradise, but it was January, making
it too Damn cold. The last alternative was the Philippines,
which I had never visited but were legendary for vice.
So I drug my bedraggled and haggard ass to the plane to spend 21
days in the Philippine Islands ( Known as The P.I. ). Don't let
my bitching about the cost of the other places give you the wrong
idea. I get a sweet little trust fund for as long as I stay in
the military, or if I Retire. Just so long as I stay out of my
home town that is. (Grandpa doesn't approve of my attitude). I
just don't like spending money if I can avoid it.
Manila is just bit too big and a glance at the English language
newspapers showed, a little too mean. Rambo would get mugged if
he showed the price of a decent meal. I thought I'd bop down to
the nearest town with a sizable community of westerners. It also
had a very impressive reputation for vice. Angeles City, Despite
its name, is a sister city to Sodom and Gommora. This was while
that shithead Marcos was still running the country. There was not
even a pretense of morality, especially in a G.I. town like
Angeles city. I checked into the Oasis Motel recommended to me
by an Australian on the Bus from Manila. It didn't really look
like the kind of place I was looking for, Too respectable. My
doubts vanished when the bellhop asked if I wanted a "LADY" now.
I told him no thanks but that I'd get back to him if I needed any
help in that area.
The room was agreeable, cool, and the pool was right outside the
door. I tipped the bellboy well, it helps to create the proper
image if you may need a favor later. A shower and the hunt was
on.
I didn't have to go far for the fun to start. Leaving the Hotel,
headed to where I could catch a taxi. I noticed that the place
had its own massage parlor. I thought that would be a good way
to loosen up after a long day of journeying and would set the
mood for the night.
Boy! was I right about it setting the mood!
Walking into the dimly lit establishment, I found a small foyer
with a counter like a small motels. On the wall was a menu of
prices and options.
Single 7$
Single Roman 10$
Double 12$
Double Roman 15$..oc off
All currencies in dollars for simplicity
Thinking " What the Hell!" I asked for the Double Roman. The
Woman at the desk smiled (pretty woman, bad teeth) and politely
took my money. She then asked me to select two women from a
large photo album. This was not a family album! Although none
of the ladies were nude they were trying very hard to be
tempting, and most were succesful. I decided to go for contrast
picking the two ladies most unalike in the album. One was a
slight young thing with tits like nippled tangerines pushing out
her t-shirt, the other looked to be about 30. She was slightly
plump but had a full chest filling her bikini to almost the
bursting point.
A young local kid of indeterminate age 15 to 25, its hard to tell
sometimes, led me to a room. The place decorated in third world
modern, good furniture, creaking air conditioner and a party size
jacuzzi with corroded pipes. He held out his hand for a tip and
I did the usual American bit and over tipped. Telling me to wait
couple of minutes for the ladies, he left.
The couple of minutes turned into 5 then 10, As I was starting to
get irritated the girls arrived. Rather the girl and the woman
arrived.
The one I had thought to be thirty looked closer to forty in
person if you knew how to tell an orientals age. I didn't mind as
she was full-bodied, not plump. Her tits were magnificent not
sagging an inch and having to be at least thirtyeight C-cup. Her
body, firm and rounded, wasn't starting to sag yet. Excluding
the signs on her head and hands she could have been twentyfive.
She was wearing a halter and a pair of vintage hot pants that
showed off a pinchable rounded ass and delectable if slightly
full thighs. Her belly showed just a trace of "rice bowl"
curvature.
Her compatriot, who had looked 16 in the photo, could not have
been over 14. She had the body of one of those tiny gymnasts.
Wearing a red man's t-shirt that came down to the middle of a
pair of slender brown thighs, she was a dirty old man's dream
come true. The older of the two flashed me a warm smile and
introduced herself as Melda and said her friends name was Susie.
She then asked me to " please take off clothes now we give bath".
I hastily acquiesced. After my clothes were off, their clothes
followed. They led me to the shower.
It was just a showerhead sticking out of the wall in the corner
of the tile finished room. The water was luke warm but after
the heat of the Tropical Day, it felt good. After wetting me
down from head to foot they lead me from the shower. I didn't
know what exactly was next but was willing to go with the flow.
After settling me belly down on the padded, vinyl covered massage
table in the center of the room they then covered themselves in
lather from upper thigh to collar bone. I caught the idea fast:
human loofas. This was a deliteful show. When their tawny
bodies were clothed in suds Susie climbed on my back
and started to wriggle. She felt like a silky eel on my back,
her nipples like warm cherries. As She moved to the piped-in
rock music I felt the slight caress of her sparse pubic hair
working over my ass and back. I was so horny I almost flipped
over and took her then.
While Susie was "Washing" my back Melda was doing my legs,
rubbing her luscious tits up and down the backs. I was about to
cum and told them so. "No problem. you got hour" Susie piped, the
first words she said since entering the room. The drift of this
was that it wasn't cum and go, but cum and cum again. If I was
up for it. Boy was I ever up for it! The girls then rolled me
over my dick reaching up like a 7 1/2 inch flagpole.
I was so horny I came with Melda's slight, teasing touch on my
balls. The girls tittered and said "Massage more often. Then you
not be so nervous". Melda then climbed on straddling my waist,
Lying on my upper body her tits soaping my flushed face her ass
cheeks brushing my cock. Susie meanwhile was rubbing my feet
and calves with her ooh so lithe body.
Just as I was regaining my hard-on they stopped. "Please, up"
Melda said climbing off my soapy torso and taking my hand.
"shower now, then Bath." As is usual in The third world the
shower had little pressure basically just above a trickle. It
was enough to cleanse the soap off, but not to give any real
cleansing sensation, especially with the water at body
temperature. I was having plenty of other sensations though as
Susie and Melda climbed under the shower with me. They worked
diligently rinsing the soap off all of us and using their skin as
squeegees on mine. A few indecent minutes of grab and giggle
then Susie turned the shower off. We walked over toward the
jacuzzi again. One of my hands over Melda's shoulder, down to her
soft full breast. The other hand on Susie`s taut dainty butt.
Then the expected kicker hit, "Give tip maybe, Please" the
request from Melda was polite and delivered with a demure smile
and with a certain charm. Just a gentle reminder of how they
made their living. I got my wallet and handed Melda a fresh 20
and a 10. "Is this about right?" I asked, or stated in the form
of a question. The money vanished and the ladies smiles told me,
I could have got away with paying much less. What the fuck a
good massage would be worth it.
Financial matters settled, we all climbed into the jacuzzi.
Susie turned on the jets. Susie asked me how long I would be at
the hotel and I told her about a couple of weeks.
Knowing that I'd be around a while made them more interested and
that fact that I was on vacation even more so. Most of the
hotels guests had business on Clark Air Base. They usually didn't
have too much time for "fun" during the day. Usually they just
wanted a hasty short-time. For more serious action, over the
weekends and such, I found out later, most folks hit the clubs.
As we made small talk the girls just kind of petted me. Susie
asked if I wanted something to drink and I said that a beer would
be good and to get whatever they wanted. Susie stuck her head
out the door and shouted, in rapid Tagalog, down the hall for a
bellboy. The kid who had let me into the room showed up in a
couple of minutes with a San Miguel beers and a coke. I paid,
tipped him and he was gone never appearing uncomfortable in a
room with three naked people. To my surprise the other beer was
for Susie and the coke was for Melda. Melda it turns out was
watching her weight. I was watching, and fondling, her hefty
tits.
7The beer loosened Susie up, after two thirds of a bottle
she was the more aggressive of the two, not the shier. She
started rubbing her little tits against my belly and caress-ing
my ass with her hands. at the same time Melda was rubbing my neck
and temples with very good hands, melting all the stiffness out
of my body. All the stiffness, except of that of my cock that
is.
The ladies and I had decidedly built up a full head of steam.
They were enjoying the play as much as I. I had one hand on
Melda's cunt feeling her up. The way she was breathing and the
jut of her knobby brown nipples showed she was enjoying it. My
other hand was on her tight handful of butt as she ground her not
quite hairless cunt against my thigh. Deciding that enough
teasing was enough, I pulled Melda around till she was
straddling me. She Knew what I wanted. She and Susie, were
surprised at my choice of pussies. Reaching under the water she
fit my distended prick into her cunt. Just as the apex made its
approach to her heaven. She slid abruptly down with a splash.
I started pumping slowly, even thought she was 20 Lb. heavier
than her partner. Filipinos tend towards the diminutive and I go
6'4, 210 lb. and have 7 1/2 inches that were thicker than her
wrist. She though was not worried with my size. She loved it!
Her rapidly rolling hips splashing considerable water onto the
floor. Half hanging onto my shoulders and half floating she was
doing all the work. I needed my hands for other purposes.
Motioning Susie towards me, I consoled her with my hands. She
had been randier than Melda and her face was showing her
frustration at my choice. I caressed her girlish pink-brown
nipples with gentle fingertips then trailed my hand down her
belly to her pussy. As my fingers touched her clit she shuddered
with the sensation. I worked in a finger while massaging her
love button with my palm. Then another finger went in. She was
bouncing up and down on my hand as if it was a pogo stick,
kissing my face and ears. Her fingernails were slightly painful
as she clutched my arm to her.
Melda was having a good time too. I pumped steadily in and out
of her surprisingly tight cunt I was nibbling in the tips of her
nipples . I felt the pressure building and did not want to make
a mess in the jacuzzi. Lifting Melda up without breaking contact
I carried her the few feet to the massage table and laid her
down. Her legs hanging over and open wide, I started really
pumping hard. She was softly mumbling in tagalog by this time
having cum on the stroll over.
Susie was busy too, she pressed hers body against my back and
fingered herself off.
I came hard , all movement becoming uncoordinated. Susie brought
herself off in a series of little yips. and seconds after my cum
poured out Melda came for the second time. I pulled out and laid
down next to her, feeling like I'd run a marathon.
Giving the girls another 25$ I got myself a massage after my
"massage." As I was leaving the ladies said "anytime need
massage ask for us". Giving a noncommittal yes, I headed back to
my room.
I needed a nap!
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Date: Sun, 21 Jul 1996 21:30:18 UTC
Subject: EBS: Massive Fucking * REPOST
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This is a service of the Erotic Broadcast Service! The following story is not
written by me nor do I agree/diagree with its contents. I am simply posting
this story so that concenting adults who might not find this disagreable will
enjoy it. As such, the author retains all rights to the story and all areas of
its publication. If anyone who has written a better legal disclaimer, I would
appreciate it very much if you would send me a copy to use with my postings.
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JS8484@ALBNYVMS.bitnet
Massive fucking
All I wanted to do was fuck her. She was so damn gorgeous. Just 14 too.
She wanted it bad. I knew it. She didn't have a boyfriend so I knew she
wasn't getting laid on a regular basis. I wondered if she had ever been
fucked before.
Her name was Melissa. She went to my school. I was a Senior and she was a
Freshman. I wanted her... I wanted her bad. She was about 5'5", a little
shorter than me, and she had beautiful dirty blond hair down to the middle
of her back. She had hypnotic blue eyes and luscious lips. Her figure was
made up of wonderful, booming tits, a smooth, slender stomach, nasty curves
at the waist, a round, firm, fuckable ass, and thin legs which I wanted to
spread to make room for my thundering cock.
She knew me, but not that well. I think she thought I was a pretty nice guy
though. One Saturday afternoon, I saw her walking through the field behind
our school. I was there running laps around the track. She was just wandering
around - almost in a daze. It was a beautiful day in the middle of Spring.
Everything around us was in bloom. It was a particularly hot day today.
I'd say about 85 degrees. The outfit she had on practically made me drop a
load just from looking at her. She had on a torn white tee-shirt, cut off
so I could almost see the underside of those awesome titties. Her nipples
were rock hard underneath. I knew because they were practically ripping
through her shirt. Her shorts were cut jeans. They were so fuckin' short
that, from behind, I could see almost half of her ass cheeks. God I just
wanted to ram my dick up her ass as far as it could go. I was just staring
at her for almost an hour. Finally I realized that my dick was swelled up
to its full eight inches. It wanted to burst so badly. I ran down to her,
shouting her name.
"Melissa!"
"Melissa!"
She turned around and greeted me so sweetly that I almost came from hearing
her voice.
"How are you, Pete?"
"I'm fine, and you?"
"Oh, I've been better. My whole family is fighting and I'm just a little
stressed out right now."
I wanted to make her feel better, and I knew how to, but did she really want
my long pulsating cock in her pussy, or was it just my over active
imagination?
Then she said, "What are you up to?"
I got a hold of myself and just risked total embarrassment - I mean, what did
I have to lose? So I said, "Well, if you let me, I'm going to fuck your god
damn brains out!"
She gazed at me like I was fuckin' nuts. "What?!!!!" She screamed.
"I want to rip your fuckin' clothes off and fuck you like you've never been
fucked before!" (Secretly hoping that she never had been fucked before.)
She got a look on her face like she wanted to kick me in the nuts, but she
just turned and walked away.
There was no way I was going to let a pussy like that get away. So I caught
up with her and whisked her off her feet. I threw her over my shoulders,
holding her body still with my left arm, and caressing the smooth bulges
of ass cheek which were peeking out of her shorts with my right hand.
"Let go of me, you fuckin' bastard!" she screamed in protest.
I ignored her and carried her to an area of green grass surrounded by
blooming shrubbery. This spot was concealed in such a way that I could
easily fuck her until that beautiful pussy exploded, and no one would ever
know. I put her on the ground, face up, and got on top of her so she couldn't
move. She tried and tried to squirm her way out from under me, but I was
too strong for her. Finally, she gave up and lay still. By this time, we
were both sweating massively from the heat. I said to her calmly, "Now
Melissa, I just want to fuck you. It won't hurt. It won't do any harm. It
will feel good for you too."
She responded by saying, "Why do you want me so badly?"
"Because you're the fuckin' hottest bitch I've ever seen!" I replied.
"Well, I guess I could go for a good fuck now."
Those words were music to my ears.
"Let me up and I'll show you tits like you've never seen. You can suck them
and bite them - you can do whatever you want with them. Being as horny as I
was, I let her up, eagerly anticipating what the future held in store for
me. She got up, lifted her little shirt off, and revealed the biggest
tits I've ever seen on a 14 year old before. Then she reached for the tank
top I was wearing and ripped it right off my chest.
"What the fuck did you do that for, bitch?" I screamed.
"Because I am fuckin' horny and I want your cock. I refuse to wait any
longer!"
I was shocked. What happened to the screaming protests from just a few
minutes ago? Who the fuck cares. I dropped my shorts and underwear so
fast, I almost tripped on them trying to get them off. My dick was harder
than it had ever been. It was booming with the urge to break this fuckin'
Freshman into a million pieces.
Then she took those shorts off. Even more of that tight ass was exposed now.
I knelt down in front of her, clenched the crotch of her panties in my teeth,
and ripped them from her body. She jumped on me immediately. She straddled
my stomach and moaned in ecstasy as I squeezed the life out of those huge
titties.
"Oh God!"she cried.
"I want you to fuck me until I bleed!"
I was in heaven. I was actually going to fuck Melissa! I politely asked her
if she had ever taken it up the cunt before and she said she was still a
virgin. She said that the only orgasms she'd ever had were the few she'd
given herself while peeping in on her brother getting undressed. This girl
was a fuckin' nympho! She said she used to watch her 17 year old
brother get undressed, watch him jerk himself off until he came on his s
stomach, and then she would go in her room, lock the door, rip her close
off, and play with herself until she burst like a waterfall.
Thinking of this just made me hornier. I then realized that she was turning
the other way. Her pussy was looming closer and closer to my face, and
finally, she reached her hands down, spread those wet lips apart, and
planted her glistening pussy in my mouth. I licked and licked, probing her
clit with my tongue as I grabbed her ass and pressed that pussy as far into
my mouth as it would go. She was screaming, I mean really SCREAMING with
emotional delight. She was yelling, "Eat me, eat me. Make me cum all over
your face!" I had no problem with that, so I continued until her love
juices were rushing into my mouth like raging rapids. I swallowed it all
and loved every bit of it. She became limp when her orgasm was over. After
lying across my body for a few minutes, she got up, spread my legs, and
started blowing me like I'd never been blown before. Her tongue covered
every massive inch of my dick, and after a very short time, I felt it.
I felt the sperm bursting up from inside and before I knew it, I was
shooting my wad inside Melissa's mouth. She swallowed slowly and licked
my head clean. I clenched every muscle in my body as I came harder than
ever before. When it was over, she said, "OK, only one thing left."
"What's that?" I asked.
"We have to fuck now." she replied.
She lay down in the grass, spread her legs wide, and commanded me to
ram her into the ground. So I inserted my once again erect cock into her
welcoming pussy. We bucked and fucked, twisted and turned, screamed, yelled,
grabbed, until we were both nearing that special moment.
Suddenly, Melissa ordered me to suck her tits. So I grabbed her left titty
and started sucking as hard as I could, still slamming my cock into her bush.
She had her legs wrapped around my waist and was pulling my body closer.
Finally, seconds before I was about to come, I lifted her from the ground,
pulled her up until I was in a kneeling position, and grabbed her ass cheeks
and continued fucking and fucking. She was screaming. I was screaming.
"Oh, oh, oh, oooooooh!"
"Fuck, oh mother fucker. Fuck, fuck, fuck!"
Then, at exactly the same instant, my load went shooting up her and her
juices spilled onto my dick, down my legs, and all over the place.
"Aaaahhhhhhhhhh!" we both yelled as I collapsed on top of her.
"Well, what are you doing tonight?" she asked after a few minutes of silence.
"Hopefully, fucking your brains out again." I replied.
That night, she came over to my house, and we fucked until dawn. That whole
summer, I fucked Melissa every single day - without fail. I always used
protection of course, except for that first time, so we never got in any
trouble. Then, in September, when I had to leave for college. Melissa gave
me a video tape of us fucking and of her masturbating. She said I should
watch it as often as I could, think of her, and jerk off. Then when I
came home during vacations, she would fuck me over and over. So I did.
Even though I knew that at the same time, that horny little slut who I
had de-flowered, was fucking every god damn guy in our high school.
By the end of her four years there, there was not a single guy who had not
tasted the wonderful, pussy that I knew and loved.
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Subject: EBS: 1 st Annibersary * REPOST
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This is a service of the Erotic Broadcast Service! The following story is not
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BI - 1ST ANNIVERSARY
A True (and fun) Story
I knew my wife was bisexual before I married her. She and her best fri
had been to bed several times in high school, and even shared a boyfriend a
few times. I hadn't had the pleasure of both of them before we were married,
although I did come home one night, and after kissing Darlene, could tell
that they'd been to bed earlier.
Our first wedding aniversary was comming up, and Darlene asked me what
were going to do to celebrate. I had planned a nice dinner, perhaps a stage
show or dancing, then back home to screw our brains out. When I explained,
and asked why she wanted to know several weeks in advance, she simply smiled
and suppressed a giggle, her grey eyes twinkling with an impish gleam.
Luckily, our first anniversary fell on a Friday, and reservations made,
dolled ourselves up and went out for the evening. Dinner at a fine resturant
and dancing at a local hot-spot kept us laughing and in a good mood. As we
drove home, Darlene sitting next to me, leaned over and caressed my thigh
with her fingernails, sending a shiver through me.
"You still want to fuck my brains out tonight?" She cooed.
I said yes, I would happily keep her wet and jumping all night long. W
Darlene came, no one could doubt that she wasn't faking. Her tendency to
"let go" in bed meant that she was prone to outbursts of very erotic (and
sometimes downright dirty) talk, as well as moaning and thrashing wildly about
the bed.
Arm in arm, we climbed the stairs to our apartment, and once inside, we
kissed passionatly for several long moments, running our hands over each other
and bring desire to a boil. Darlene broke the kiss and knelt straight down,
unzipping my pants in the entry hall. She pulled my hardening cock out of
my pants and slipped it into her mouth. Tounging the underside of the head,
and teasing me, I felt my balls tingle and her wet mouth sliding like wet
velvet over my shaft.
I pulled her up to me and kissed her long and hard, my tounge exploring
her mouth, teasing her tounge to follow mine back, squeezing her tits
through her blouse. As I knelt in the hall, lifting her dress, she leaned
back against the wall, bending her knees and spreading her thighs. I moved
the hem of her dress up, and stared straight at her naked blonde pussy. She
had been dressed in a garter belt and stockings, without panties, all night.
I looked up at her, my warm breath tickling her bush, and she smiled that
special way of hers, telling me she did it for our pleasure.
I dove into her soft moist pussy, licking the glistening drops of cream
from her bush. My tounge parted her moist lips, feeling the warmth of her,
tasting her sweet eagerness. I circled her clit several times, holding on to
her thighs when she tried to lower herself against my tounge.
She pulled me up and kissed me long and hard, showing me how very hot h
passions had become. She pulled a scarf from her pocket, smiling at me.
"Stand still." She said. "I have a suprise for you."
She used the scarf as a blindfold and led me into the darkened bedroom.
figured she'd gone out and bought some sexy clothes for me to take off of her.
I heard matches striking, and the fragrance of scented candles impinged on
my senses. "Setting the mood" I thought. She stood next to my, kissing me
lightly on the cheek, her bare breast touching my arm. Slowly, she began to
undress me. Making me feel every fiber move against my skin. Telling me to
stay still, not to reach for her. She removed my shirt, gliding her hands
lightly over my chest, tickling the hairs around my nipples. She removed
the belt from my pants, slowly pulling it through the belt loops, making a
long hissing sound as it slid against the fabric. She knelt and started
untying my shoes, helping me out of them, sliding my socks off my feet. Her
hands unfastened the snap at my waist, my zipper already undone, with my
cock, hard and straight standing, waiting to be touched. She stopped and
breathed into my ear, her tounge tracing the edge, warm and wet.
"Just a second." She said softly.
I heard her climb onto the bed, moving around on the sheets. My pants
were pushed away from my hips, and I could feel her hair against my bare
thighs as she lifted one leg, then the other out of my pants. Hands caressed
my thighs, sliding up under the legs of my boxer shorts, fingernails lightly
raking under my boxer shorts. Lips closed around the end of my shaft, with
a tounge lightly caressing the head of my cock.
"Tease." I muttered.
Hands quickly pulled my shorts off, making me naked and blind in the
fragrant darkness. I moved to the bed, and her hands pushed me back against
the pillows. I could feel the warmth of her body near me and I longed to
reach out an stroke her.
"Just lay back and enjoy this." She purred.
More movements as she positioned herself on the bed. Again lips encirc
the head of my cock, tounge swirling, wet and warm. The velvety smoothness
caused me to moan softly, and I could feel her warm breath against my skin.
All at once she swallowed my cock, deeply, into her throat. She'd neve
before been able to 'throat' my seven inches, and I gasped loudly as her
lips tickled the hairs at the root. Rising slowly, lips tight against me,
she flicked her tounge back and forth over the muscular ridge under my cock.
I moaned my pleasure, letting her know I enjoyed this and wanted more. My
hands reached out, only to be slapped away. I laid back and enjoyed the
sensation of my cock being swallowed over and over. Slowly. Lovingly.
She began to move quickly, her lips lightly touching the shaft, her sal
making moist noises as she changed directions. Using only her mouth, she
pumped my cock up and down, her efforts shaking the bed. Several fast
strokes would be followed by a long plunge. Taking me deep into her throat,
she'd pause, letting me know how deep I was, feeling the tightness of her
mouth. The velvety smooth, slick skin in the back of her throat caressed the
head of my cock, feeling sooo very nice. Then she would pull up quickly, and
repeat her fast strokes, again, only to plunge long and deep.
She didn't touch me except with her mouth. Her hands I could feel near
on the bed, her hair not touching me as it normally would. Lacking any other
distractions, my world consisted of my cock and her mouth, eagerly trying to
suck me off. I could feel my cock trying to stiffen even more, as my balls
tightened and tingled.
"Unnghh...I'm...gonna...cum!" I panted.
Her pace quickened, her saliva dripped onto my balls, feeding the fires
in them instead of quenching them. My hips moved up, a primitive instinct
taking over control. I want to come in her mouth, give her all of my sperm,
never wanting to stop.
The dam broke, Vesuvius erupted, the floods came. Sperm rushed from my
cock as she held me about half way into her mouth. Spasms wracked my body
as come surged from me. After the fourth surge, I felt her let go and put
my spurting rod against her chest, rubbing me back and forth until I spent
myself.
Breathing heavily and moaning, I began to relax; to drift into that war
"afterglow" of total contentment and relaxation. I felt her hips move over
mine, as she sat just over my lower stomach. Her hands untying the blind-
fold.
As the scarf fell away, revealing her slim form and pale skin in the
flickering candlelight, I looked at her smiling above me, wearing only her
garter belt and stockings. As she sat, almost grinning at me, I realized
that her chest and tits were dry, yet they should have been shiny and wet
with white drops of come.
"Did you like that?" She laughed huskily.
"Mmmmm, yessss!" I replied, still feeling the "glow".
I a sudden motion, she moved off of me, laying on her side next to me.
"You'd better thank her then." Darlene laughed.
I looked down, and laying alongside my legs, I saw Karen, Darlene's bes
friend and lover, naked, except for a red bow tied around her neck, her
breasts twinkling wetly in the dim light, her tounge licking her lips. She
smiled at me, her light brown hair seeming to glow as a candle's light tried
to weave its way through.
"Happy Anniversary love!" Darlene laughed, kissing me on the cheek.
I grabbed her and kissed her back, hard and rough, as much to thank her
to tell her that I'd wished I'd known it wasn't her.
Sitting up, I pulled Karen to me and kissed her too, tasting the salty
remnants of my come on her tounge.
"That, sweetheart, " I said to Karen, "is for that tremendous headjob!"
Karen laughed, telling me how much fun it was to suck me while I though
it was Darlene going down. Darlene told her it would be a few minutes until
I was ready again, indicating my flacid cock.
"Well, I certainly got all worked up over that." Karen said.
Darlene had her lay back, and as I watched, laid herself down between
Karen's thighs. Her blonde hair and fair skin contrasting to the darker skin
tone of the brunette. She slid her hands under Karen's thighs, as her mouth
found the moistness between them. Karen crossed her ankles over the middle
of Darlene's back as a tounge caressed her warm, damp flesh.
As I watched, I could feel my rod begin to straighten, getting harder a
fuller as Darlene moaned softly between Karen's thighs. A candle on the
headboard illuminated Darlene's creamy ass, and I could see a glistening
reflection deep between her legs. She continued to suck, her hands reaching
up to pinch Karen's dark nipples, squeeze her full breasts, caressing the
soft tender area on their undersides with her fingers. I placed my hand on
the back of her thigh, sliding up halfway to her asscheek, stopping to give
her thigh a gentle squeeze to let her know I was enjoying her "show". She
moaned again, wiggling her ass slightly.
Karen's face was one of concentration. She was laying back, trying to
concentrate on the pleasures Darlene was giving her, her legs locked tightly
over the more delicate girl's back.
I moved my hand up, cupping Darlene's asscheek, pushing it up and away
from me. The second time I did that, I heard a wet "smack" come from between
her legs as her wet pussy lips parted stickily. I leaned over and began to
alternate lifting each asscheek, pushing them together and pulling them apart
as I did. It took only seconds to cause her pussy to make its approval known
with wet noises. The candle light on her lips showed twinkling droplets of
juice forming in her golden bush, moist and inviting. Her lips were full
and beginning to swell as a white pearlescent drop began to peek from her
cunt.
My handling of her ass was driving her crazy, as she sucked and licked
Karen's pussy. Her soft moans indicated that she liked me feeling her
ass, and that she wanted to make Karen come.
Karen's legs suddenly closed around Darlene's head as her hips lifted o
the bed, carrying the blonde covered head with them. I watched as she stayed
locked like this, her legs quivering, her breathing a series of short loud
pants, until, finally, she collapsed on the bed.
Darlene caressed the dark bush and pussy, kissing it lightly several ti
in different places, causing Karen to ripple with shudders each time. When
she sat up, she crawled down toward her friend, kissing her tenderly on the
lips.
"I love to eat you like that." Darlene said softly.
Karen replied lazily, "Ummmm, I love to cum in your mouth too."
Darlene slipped off the foot of the bed and walked around to me, sittin
on the edge of the bed. We grabbed each other and kissed passionately, our
tounges tasting Karen's cum together. I licked the slick wetness from her
chin and neck, squeezing her small tits and pinching her nipples. As our
mouths parted, we looked into each other's eyes.
"See what a wanton slut you married?!" She laughed.
Her use of the word "slut" told me that she was incredibly turned on.
the year we'd been married, she only used that word in bed when we had kept
teasing each other, increasing our lust to a franticly high level.
"Yes, I can see what a slut you are." I replied, playing on her hornine
"I saw how wet your cunt was getting while you fucked her with your tounge."
"Oooh, yesss, I'm sooo wet. See?" Her hand rose from her moist lips, t
fingers glistening with a thick cream as she showed me her hand. "I'm sooo
wet! Having you watch me suck pussy has me ready to cum!" She purred again,
as she rubbed her own slick juice over her nipples.
I leaned down, my tounge circling her nipples, licking her cream from t
hard tips. I sucked a nipple into my mouth, pulling hard as my hand slid
between her thighs.
"Hmmm, suck my tits." She whispered. "Lick my nipples."
I slipped three fingers into her sopping pussy, feeling her warm wetnes
ooze down into my hand. My cock touching her stomach caused her hands to
encircle it and begin a slow stroking.
"I want to watch my wet slut rub her pussy all over Karen's tits. Make
her nipples all wet and creamy. Watch as my slut tries to fuck those nice
big tits. Can you feel how wet they are? How wet your thighs are?"
Her head tossed back as I crooned our "bedtalk" too her, her mouth open
slightly, she moaned and hissed her reply.
"Yesss. Fuck her tits...her wet creamy tits...cumming on her titssss."
I glanced at Karen, laying back, watching us as she stroked her pussy.
kept my three fingers in Darlene's dripping cunt as I renewed her lust.
"She's watching you now...She's watching your cunt cream in my hand...Y
girlfriend wants to lick your dripping pussy...She wants you to cum in her
mouth this time...make her face wet."
Darlene looked at me with a primal, carnal lust. She grabbed my head a
kissed me hard, her tounge shooting into my mouth barely after my lips parted.
She pulled back, and wordlessly move away, my fingers sliding from her very
wet pussy. She crawled down to Karen, pausing to look at her naked form.
She turned around, lifting her ass and throwing one leg over Karen's body.
Then, while she lowered herself onto Karen's left breast, I could see drops
of her juice actually dripping onto the nipple, just before her blonde bush
covered it.
Looking directly at me, she began to rub herself against Karen's tit. H
pussy making wet smacking sounds as she moved faster.
"I love to see you naked," I said, "with your cunt sooo wet and horny."
"Naked? I'll show you NAKED." She said.
Her arousal was complete and high. She ripped the garterbelt from her
waist, tearing her stockings. Without lifting off Karen's nipple, she began
to tear the stocking from her thighs, shredding the fabric.
"Strip me. Strip me naked. Get me naked." She panted.
Karen pulled the stockings from Darlene's legs, as this carnal blonde
fucked at her tits.
"You wanna see me cum?" Darlene said, looking at me with glassy eyes. "
wanna see me cum on her tits? On her face?"
She slid backwards up to Karen's mouth, her nipples standing up like sm
cylinders from her breasts. Her panting loud. As she sat on Karen's face,
she moaned, then commanded; "Sssuck me! Yesss, eat my pussy. Make me cum.
Make me cum in your mouth!!"
I moved over to her, her eyes half-closed, hips rocking furiously. I k
up the taunts hoping to send her over the edge.
"You're such a hot carnal slut -- getting your twat sucked by a girl, y
naked in bed with your girlfriend's tounge in your cunt, and you're going to
cum...getting all wet for HER tounge in you...why don't you show me what a
hot slut you are and eat her cunt too?"
"Ahhhnngg" Darlene moaned as she fell down between Karen's open thighs.
Her hands pushed the tanned thighs apart, as she shoved her face tightl
against Karen's soaked pussy. She rocked her face back and forth, tounge
extened, making wet slurping noises.
"Ooooh that's sooo HOT!" I crooned to her, "Watching you rub your face
her cunt...I'd love to have a picture of you, naked, your legs spread, her
tounge in your gushing wet pussy, while you rub her cum on your face."
She stopped sucking Karen, her head arching back, mouth open, her eyes
closed. Short sounds escaped from her lips as she neared her moment of
triumph.
"Make her face wettt babee...CUM in her mouth...make her face WET with
your cum!" I encouraged.
She started comming, thrusting her ass against Karen's mouth, her body
first falling flat, arms splayed out, then she was upright, her hips shaking
and her body twitching as she received little electric shocks through her
clit.
"Huh! Uh! Huh! Huh! Huh!" were the only sounds in the room except for t
wet noises Karen was making between her soft thighs.
She fell off of Karen, still shuddering and moaning. Her lust only par
sated, her eyes fell on us.
"Quick Karen," She panted, "fuck him. I wanna watch you FUCK! See your
cunt FUCKED by his cock!"
We moved together, Karen on her knees, and I slid into her pussy easily
Karen's pussy was so wet that I had trouble feeling anything as I pumped her
hard and fast. She ground her hips against me, trying to bury me deeper in
her smouldering cunt. We pounded each other, her cheeks rippling after each
thrust, her tits bouncing, until I felt her hole tighten around my shaft.
I plunged as deep as I could, splaying my legs wider than hers to get some
leverage as I drove it deep against her cervix.
Karen collapsed against the bed, her legs straight and locked together
tightly, her moans and cries announcing her orgasm. I lay still until her
contractions eased on my cock, then I started slow movements, drawing my cock
slowly from deep inside, then quickly plunging back.
"You're...still....hard?? Unngh." She said as I lowered my cock back t
the depths of her cunt.
Darlene pulled me off of her brunette friend, eyes still filled with lu
as my cock slipped wetly from between Karen's cheeks.
"I'M going to make you cum and cum and cum." She announced proudly.
With her proclamation, she laid down and began to suck my cock, licking
Karen's juice from my balls with a greedy tounge. Karen looked and made a
comment about her being greedy, and a kinky idea hit me.
"You want me to fill your mouth with my jism?" I asked Darlene.
Her moaned response was a definite yes, as she laid under me, playing w
her clit. Her hands were a blur over her light bush as she continued to suck
me into her mouth.
I pulled her into position having to forcibly remove my shaft from her
eager mouth. I laid her on her back, sitting almost upright against several
pillows as I straddled her stomach. She leaned forward to suck my cock, but
I pulled back away, denying her. I had Karen sit next to us and placed her
hand around my cock, showing her the best grip with which to jack me off.
I sat back, resting not quite on Darlene's stomach, and reached behind me
to stroke her drenched pussy as Karen began to pump my shaft. I told my
wife that Karen was going to make me cum in her mouth. That her best friend
was going pump my cock until I came in her mouth, feel me cumming as she
sucks the cum from me.
I leaned forward so my cock entered her mouth, as Karen pumped me. Kar
used her thumb and forefinger, pulling tightly around my cock, pulling the
skin with her as she stroked. My fingering of her pussy made my wife greedy
and she wanted to suck me herself. Several times Karen pulled me out, and
still pumping my cock, kept it away from this carnal blonde until she started
to behave.
I reached down and stroked Karen's bush since she was doing me, and she
leaned over and sucked my nipple. Karen's pussy was still wet and slick, her
thighs wet from Darlene's frantic licking. A look came into her eyes, and
she slid her body down to lay on her side next to us.
"Mmmm. Lick the head." She instructed. "Lick any cum from the head as I
get him off. I'm gonna pump him into your mouth...fill your mouth with his
hot spurting cum...I want to watch while he cums in your mouth."
Darlene was sucking too much into her mouth, so Karen took me out and
teased her with it, rubbing me against the side of her face, making her swing
her head from side to side while she chased it.
"Mustn't take too much." Karen warned as she slid me back into Darlene'
mouth. "C'mon you naked little bitch, let him know how much you want him to
cum. Make him cum in your mouth as much as he did in mine. Can you feel his
balls rubbing your stomach? Those cum filled balls...rubbing on you?"
I felt a well know sensation rising from those balls too. I was gettin
closer as these two teased.
"After he gets hard again, I want him to fuck you from behind while I e
your pussy. I want to taste his cum inside you...suck it from you, drink
you both.."
Karen was stroking at a steady pace, but I wanted faster and told her t
go faster, to make me cum. At the speed she was moving her hand, Darlene
had to pull back to just beyond the end of my cock to keep her lips from
getting bruised. This left me looking at my naked wife, her grey eyes filled
with a primal lust, mouth open, her tounge eagerly awaiting the arrival of
the first drop as Karen sucked at her nipple.
"Ohh God...I want to...Cum!" I panted.
"Yessss!" Darlene hissed back. "Shoot your hot thick cum in my mouth.
want you to fill my mouth. Shoot your jism all over me! Shoot your jism...
let me drink you...drink your cum..."
Karen chimed in with "That's it...tell him...I'm going to suck your wet
cunt while you swallow his cum...suck you and make you wet and horny again.
I want your slick cum on my face while he shoots his load in your mouth...
your wet juice, his cum, all over us..."
"Ohh, NOW!" I shouted, "I gonna...CUM...NOW...CUM!"
I felt a surge well up inside me, a rush of cum flowed from the end of
cock into Darlene's open mouth. She moved forward against the torrent,
taking me into her mouth. Karen held on to my cock, holding her hand in one
place while I bucked and worked more cum into my wife's hot mouth. Darlene
was wimpering and moaning as I shot another flood into her mouth, my cock
twitching and throbbing. Another pulse exited my cock into her mouth. I
could feel the warmth of my cum still in Darlene's mouth, exciting me.
Karen pulled my cock from Darlene's mouth, jacking me off onto my wife'
tits, while her voice dripped with lust, "Cum on her tits...yeah...all over
her tits...make her your wet little slut..."
Darlene grabbed Karen's head and pulled her down for a kiss, cum dribbl
from the one corner of her mouth. As they kissed, more cum leaked past their
lips, as Karen rubbed my cock over my wife's chest and tits. As they parted,
I heard them both swallow, Karen pulling my wife up from the bed to wipe the
cum from her face with my softening cock, which Karen then sucked into her
mouth.
I collapsed on the bed and watched as they both licked each other off,
started touching and caressing each other. Later, I made love to each of
these wonderful women, seperately, and together. When we were all finally
sated, we cuddled and kissed, falling asleep together, content and smiling.
From that night forward, Karen was always invited for a birthday or an
anniversary party.
-- Good night and wet dreams --
The Pussy Barber
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This is a service of the Erotic Broadcast Service! The following story is not
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"The Best Man for the Bride"
By Phil Phantom
My wife is a living sex doll. She is now twenty, a petit dream
girl. Her tits are not big, but they are nicely formed handfuls
of drum-tight flesh capped with pointed, conical, pink nipples.
She has a full mane of wavy auburn hair that comes to the small
of her back and frames a face right off Vogue or Cosmopolitan.
She has green eyes and full lips accenting her pearly white
teeth, and her seventeen-inch waist gives her that classic hour-
glass figure.
Cheryl is my pride, a real catch that draws a great deal of male
attention when she wears tight-fitting clothes that show her
perfect body. In high school, she was our homecoming queen, prom
queen, and head cheerleader. She was very popular. I became
popular only after we began dating in my senior year. Everyone
was surprised when we started going steady. We are mismatched in
looks and social position, but I know how to keep Cheryl happy.
Cheryl could never be happy with a jealous or possessive man.
She likes male attention and giggles when I teasingly call her
pervert bait.
Fortunately, I am not the possessive or jealous type. Being
married to a girl like Cheryl would drive a normal man insane.
Guys are constantly coming on to her, driven to making bold
passes by her sexy allure and come-hither smile. Some have
propositioned her in my presence. I am not a big guy, and I
suppose I project a rather meek disposition which encourages that
boldness.
Cheryl has a poor record of fidelity. She'd been with dozens of
men in our first year of marriage. She likes the brutally
handsome, rugged type, men twice her age. If he also happens to
be outrageously bold, she's as good as screwed. She warned me of
this trait before we went steady. I didn't need the warning,
though. She kept seeing men the whole time we were supposed to
be dating; very often, while on a date with me. I rarely got to
take her home with a dry pussy, and never with a pussy wet with
my spend.
In high school, our dates always involved the short drive to
cross the state line where the drinking age was eighteen and no
one checked IDs anyway. She liked going into small clubs and
dives where mostly older men hung out and no one knew her. We
hit different bars each time, and had visited most of the towns
within easy driving range.
This practice continued after we started going steady and on into
our marriage. Everyone in our hometown thought she was a perfect
little angel. They still do, because around town, she is. In
school, she was voted most likely to be a virgin at the ten year
reunion. The title was not awarded or taken as an insult. She
did not win that title because of her looks. She won that title
because everyone knew how jealously she guarded her precious
hymen. What a joke.
What no one knew was that her parents made a deal with her when
she became a teenager. They told her that if she remained pure
and protected the family name and reputation until she left home
to marry, when she turned sixteen and had a driver's license,
they'd give her a gross of condoms and let her fuck herself silly
as long as she went out of state to do it and was the perfect
young lady in town.
When she turned sixteen, she got a gross of condoms and a road
map. Her parents let her come and go as she pleased. She could
be the biggest whore in town, but not in town. They rigidly
protected their image. They had to, her father was pastor of the
biggest church in town and had been fucking Cheryl since she was
eleven.
I stumbled onto her secret activities while on a long distance
delivery for my father's welding shop. In a town, forty miles
south of the border, I thought I spotted Cheryl's distinctive MGB
in the parking lot of a mens' club advertising an amateur strip
contest. I slammed on the brakes, then went in to watch Cheryl
win hands down. She almost died when I came up to add my
congratulations. After weeks went by, and she realized that I'd
kept my word and hadn't told anyone back home, we became friends.
After one date, I was in love.
She loved to strip, but what she did mostly was to enter a small
bar and create a scene. Any bar she entered instantly took note
of her. She dressed outrageously sexy, and looked no more than
sixteen. Few questioned her poorly-faked ID, if she was carded
at all. While Cheryl stayed, nobody left. She never bought a
drink, and with me along to see her home, she got wasted every
time. When she got wasted around one or two AM, only the bar
owner could stop her from getting fucked by every guy in the bar.
I had strict orders never to interfere and to follow her if she
went to the parking lot. I copied license plate numbers and
warned men not to try leaving with her, telling them that she was
under sixteen.
With me along, she really let go. I never got any pussy, mostly
because by the time I had her to myself, she was either too
drunk, too sick, or too asleep. We'd head for home by four AM,
trying to beat the sunrise. I never had time to take advantage
of her. The one time I tried to get her to suck my dick while I
drove, she puked all over balls. I never pushed after that;
besides, I was in love. I wanted her sober and awake. She kept
promising me I'd get some pussy, but it just never worked out.
My parents knew about Cheryl because they secretly followed us on
our second date after Dad noticed the miles I'd put on Mom's car
from the first date. They managed to slip into the dark lounge
and took a corner booth, hidden from me as I sat at the bar, but
with an excellent view of the small dance floor ringed by other
booths. There, they watched Cheryl dance with one man after
another, doing her vulgar crotch grind while getting felt up and
fingered, having her tits, ass, and pussy put on display. They
saw her go to the parking lot with her pick, and often return to
pick another and another. They saw my girl dance with cum
running down both legs to her high heels.
They managed to beat me home and never said anything about my
coming in, beating the sunrise by only minutes. They followed us
on each of the next four dates, and it was Cheryl who first
noticed the strange couple who always seemed to show up where we
were. Between sets at a honky tonk, she stood by my stool and
pointed out their booth. Intrigued, I made it a point to swing
by on the way to the bathroom. When I saw Mom and Dad sitting
there, I almost shit. They knew I'd catch them one night. They
were ready. They told me it was all right and asked that I
invite Cheryl over to join us.
Cheryl was delighted to find out that the mystery couple were my
parents and that they were big fans of hers. She knew what
they'd seen and repeatedly returned to see again. She was not at
all embarrassed or shy. She sat between me and Dad, closer to
Dad than me. Mom didn't seem to mind, so Cheryl rubbed his
crotch while carrying on small talk with them, using every filthy
word she knew.
When the band returned, she went with the first man to approach
our table and danced near our booth. Her dance was so vulgar,
the club owner had to ask her to tone it down or get a room. She
didn't get a room, unless you call the front seat of a pickup
truck a room.
Dad got to fuck Cheryl before I did. When we left the club at
four AM, Cheryl got in Dad's car. Mom took me home in her VW
Beetle, the car Cheryl and I came down in. She gave me constant
reassurances that Cheryl was a prize worth keeping, that she
would make an excellent wife, and that I should tolerate her
eccentricities. We could see them sitting close in the car
ahead, Dad's big Lincoln. Cheryl wasn't shit faced, but she
wasn't sober, either.
Mom told me not to worry about Dad and Cheryl, that my father
knew how much Cheryl meant to me, and that he would never take
advantage of a young girl in her condition, anyway. She said,
"He just wants to get to know her better, because he can see that
she may be his future daughter-in-law." I had to suppress a
smirk when, no sooner were her words out, then Dad's car turned
into a sleazy motel before we'd gone a mile.
Mom slowed the car, I suppose debating whether to follow, then
moved on in silence until we were away from the town's lights and
into the dark countryside. She said, "Now, Robby, don't go
feeling hurt. I never said he was a saint." She rubbed and
patted my thigh, getting closer and closer to my erection with
each pat. Each time she'd shift gears, her hand would return to
my lap, blindly, falling higher than before. When her hand
dropped right on my bulge, she quickly moved it to my thigh.
She waited for me to say something. When I didn't, her hand slid
back over my cock. Squeezing my erection, Mom said, "Oh, my poor
baby. You must be thinking about what they are doing at this
very moment." Her hand fondled my bulge, feeling its dimensions
and rigidity, while saying, "You mustn't torture yourself, Robby.
You are, though, aren't you? You are thinking about them; I can
tell. You are thinking about your father and your girlfriend,
naked, in each other's arms, writhing on that bed like animals,
aren't you?"
Mom squeezed hard while saying this. Her excitement was plainly
transmitted to my cock. I slumped in my seat with my knees
parted, an open invitation for her to continue. I couldn't see
her smile, but I felt her smile as her hand rubbed the entire
area of my crotch, cupped my balls, then teasingly danced fingers
up the shaft of my straining dick to the head, where she pinched
the head of my dick, saying, "Robby, I don't think you've had her
yet, have you, dear?"
As she kept pinching my cockhead; all I could manage was a
frustrated, "No."
She stopped pinching and patted my cock sympathetically, slipping
into her baby-talk voice, a voice I hadn't heard in years. She
said, "Oh, my poor baby. I know it must hurt so badly to know
that Daddy is fucking her right this very minute, and you haven't
had any of her adorable little pussy yet."
That did it. I had never heard my mother use the "F" word, or
any foul language. I had to get my dick out. I fumbled with my
belt. She chose that moment to downshift for no apparent reason.
The buttons of my jeans popped open as I pulled out on the flaps.
I raised my ass and shoved jeans and shorts to my ankles. When I
sat back as I had been, with my dick sticking straight up,
throbbing, and weeping precum, she shifted back to high gear.
Her hand fell on my boner. She curled her fingers around it,
saying, "Oh, my, you nasty boy."
She gently jacked my cock without saying a word for several
miles, then said, "I don't blame you, Robby. You mustn't be
ashamed. I know I'm your mother, but I understand these things.
No mother wants to see her child suffer the way you are
suffering. It would be wrong not to do this for you. After all,
your father is fucking your girl's tight, wet pussy, isn't he
sweetheart?"
"Yes. He's fucking her right now. He is fucking my girl's
pussy. He is fucking the girl I want to marry."
"I know sweetheart, and I feel partly responsible. I suggested
that he take her home. Plus, I could have pulled in behind him
when he went to that motel to fuck her. I could have stopped
them, but I chose not to. I wanted him to fuck your girl, Robby.
I hope you're not angry with me, but your father wanted to screw
her so badly. Fucking that gorgeous slut is all he ever talks
about since he first saw her. Are you angry with me for setting
them up?"
"No, Mom. I'm not angry with you." Although her words were
meant to tease, not hurt, she wasn't trying to get me off either;
in fact, she slowed her stroking to drag the torture out,
sometimes stopping when I neared orgasm. She had me panting and
squirming in my seat. Before long, I was fucking her fist, or
trying to.
Mom enjoyed seeing my passions at a full boil with no way to turn
down the heat. While my cock chased her elusive fist, she calmly
said, "I plan to keep putting them together, even if she becomes
your wife. Will that upset you?"
"No, Mom, even if she becomes my wife."
As a reward, Mom gave my cock a steady hand to fuck, massaging my
shaft as it slid through, but easing off just as I went for my
nut, saying, "You're a good boy to share her with your father. A
very good boy for letting him have her first. Robby, he won't
use protection. I don't expect him to. Is Cheryl on the pill?"
"No, she practices the rhythm method."
"Yes, she does have rhythm."
"We don't go out when she's fertile."
"That's wise, but we don't know when that is. We don't want to
know. We don't care. I know that sounds awful, but we don't.
If you do, you'd better hide her from us at those times. I think
that's fair warning. Obviously, the girl can't say no to a stiff
cock."
"She can't, Mom, and I can't keep her away from cocks. She does
what she wants and goes where she pleases."
"Well, don't say I didn't warn you. Does this feel good, having
Mommy jack you off, or would you rather do it yourself?"
"Yes, so good. You're doing fine, but I need to cum."
"Yes, so it would appear. Robby, doing this for you is making
Mommy horny too."
I wasn't sure what she was hinting at. I'd never seriously
thought about fucking my own mother. I thought about it then,
but she didn't appear to be slowing or looking for a place to
pull off the road. We were still an hour away from home. A
pregnant pause ensued as her words sank in. A few seconds later,
she said, "Robby, I only have two hands. One must steer the
car."
It still didn't dawn on me what she wanted me to do. In
frustration, she said, "Robby, I would hate to have to stop what
I'm doing for you to take care of my own needs, especially after
setting your father up to fuck your future wife in her horny
pussy."
Finally, the light dawned. Despite the fact that my mother was
jacking me off, I never thought she'd let me play with her pussy.
I'd never even seen my mom in bra and panties, much less fingered
her cunt. My left hand timidly reached over and lightly settled
on her right knee below the hem of her modest skirt. Her knees
fanned out. I boldly slid my hand up her leg to her crotch.
There, I met warm, wet, hairy flesh. She wore no panties. She
sank lower in her seat, tilting up her pelvis as my fingers toyed
with her fleshy cunt lips and clit. When I sank my two middle
fingers in her hole, she swooned.
We rode all the way home, playing with each others genitals.
Though I got her off three times in that hour, she hadn't gotten
me off once. My balls were aching as we pulled to a halt in the
driveway. She turned off the engine, then turned in her seat to
face me and my straining, glistening, raw cock, illuminated by a
street lamp.
She appeared in no hurry as she casually examined my cock and
balls, using both hands. I was in delicious agony, silently
begging for relief. She smiled, a wicked, devilish smile, then
slowly descended until she sank her lips over my cock. I
exploded in her feverishly sucking mouth after a ten second suck.
We fell asleep, naked in each others arms, in her bed, but not
before I returned the favor three times and received two more
blow jobs.
We were rudely awakened in the bright mid-morning sunlight
streaming in through the bedroom window. The sheets had been
yanked from us. Dad and Cheryl stood by the bed looking down on
us, huddled spoon fashion to hide our naked bodies. Mom was
closest to them with me right behind her, preventing her from
rolling away.
Though we hadn't fucked, we looked like we had and still were.
My cock, with a morning erection, was nestled between mom's inner
thighs. We were mortified, deeply shamed and embarrassed at
being caught and exposed in such a compromising position. Since
we faced them, Mom buried her face in her pillow and drew herself
into a fetal ball, trapping my cock. I buried my face in her
back.
We heard their laughter and mocking comments. Their mocking
words burned my ears, and Mon groaned at every vile syllable.
Cheryl used the word, "Mother fucker," in every sentence. Dad
prefered "Incestuous whore," and directed most of his jibs at
Mom.
Mom was on the verge of tears as he addressed her, saying, "I go
out and get a little pussy, and you think that gives you the
right to commit incest with your own son. Now I know why you
were so eager to set me up with Cheryl. Well, it looks like you
got your wish. Was the boy good? Does his young cock tickle
your pleasure spots? Is he big enough for you? Do you like
being your son's whore?"
This evoked a meek response from Mom. She said, "We didn't do
that, honestly, I would never do that. We just fell asleep
together. We're not doing it now, I swear."
Dad reached down and pulled her top leg straight up, exposing her
sopping wet pussy and my hard cock lying in the groove of her
sex. Mom groaned and buried her head once more as he said,
"Well, we can fix that, can't we Cheryl?"
I felt Cheryl's hand grasp my erection and steer the head of my
cock to my mother's vagina. She stuck the head in, then got me
by the balls, forcing me to enter Mom fully. There was nothing
either of us could do to prevent it. Furthermore, there was
nothing I could do to keep from moving. Cheryl held my balls and
made me move in and out of Mom's pussy under their watchful eyes.
I was fucking my mother, but she didn't know Cheryl forced me to
move inside her. With her head still hidden, Mom cried out,
"Robert, stop that this instant! Have you lost your mind?
Honey, stop him, please."
By this time, I couldn't stop if Dad had a gun to my head.
Fucking my mother with witnesses was the ultimate. Even their
teasing taunts drove me on. I kept fucking, even after Cheryl
released my balls. I kept fucking when Mom brought her head out
of the pillow and looked down to her exposed pussy, seeing my
cock going in to the balls and drawing out to the head. I fucked
on as her fingers came down and felt the point of entry. I grew
more excited at the feel of her finger touches as she feigned
trying to eject me.
In my excitement, my cock popped out. She quickly put it back in
and began rubbing her clit, ignoring Dad and Cheryl and the awful
things they were saying about her. If anything, their words
inspired her to greater excesses of vulgarity.
Dad, still holding her leg straight up, pushed away, forcing her
to roll over me onto her back. He released her leg only when she
was squarely over me. Mom, by this time, was too far gone to
care or quit. She set her feet wide and fucked herself on my
cock while masturbating wildly. I was trapped beneath her
heaving body. All I could do was hold her by the tits and enjoy
the ride as her cunt jacked me off. Cheryl sat on the bed by
Mom's left foot and played with my balls while watching Mom fuck
herself on my dick. Dad sat by Mom's right foot and enjoyed a
similar view. They never stopped talking about what degenerates
we were. We came together.
Afterwards, we lay in place, my cock still in Mom's pussy, our
spend leaking out around the loose seal of her vulva and running
down my balls. Mom's finger unabashedly toyed with the mess
seeping from her pussy, spreading my sperm over her pussy lips,
clit, and the base of my cock. By her actions she inspired
Cheryl to keep up her verbal abuse while I rolled Mom's nipples
in my fingers.
Cheryl, speaking to Dad, said, "At least what we did was natural
and in the open. You had her consent to cheat, and I am free to
fuck whoever I want. At least our union is sanctioned by nature
and society. Their's is just plain sick and degenerate. A
mother and son should never fuck, and they cheated on us besides.
I don't know about you, but Robby will not get his cock in my
pussy for a long long time. He'll have to relieve himself in his
mother's hairy old cunt."
Cheryl had Mom masturbating again. Dad said, "I agree with you,
Cheryl. I have no intention of sticking my dick in her twat
after our son has used it. She's stuck with his cock from now
on. You'll take care of me, won't you, sweetie?"
"Oh, yes, you know I will, anytime. And you'll take care of my
horny twat, too, won't you."
Mom frantically frigged her clit, crying out, "Yes, he will.
He'll fuck you whenever you need it. He'll fuck you here, in our
bed. He'll fuck your horny pussy even if I'm still in the bed,
watching him do it. He won't care where he fucks you, Cheryl."
Mom reached her climax and began fucking herself on my new
erection. Dad and Cheryl stripped down and screwed right beside
us. It was neither the first time I'd seen her naked, nor the
first time I'd watched a man fuck her from up close. It was,
however, the best I'd seen. Dad really knew how to use his big
cock. Cheryl really knew how to bring out the best in him. Mom
brought out the best in me.
We went together on dates in Dad's car after that. On the way
home, Dad and Cheryl would screw in the back seat. Mom drove his
car while I licked her pussy and she played with my dick. Once
home, we all screwed in the same bed: me with Mom, Dad with
Cheryl, the way it had to be. They didn't go on every date, but
all dates ended at my house.
Shortly after graduation, I proposed marriage to her over dinner
in a fancy restaurant. She said she couldn't promise to remain
faithful but would want a man who was, excepting my mother, of
course. I told her I could live with that. She said she'd think
it over. We decided to go dancing, so we headed for the border.
Shortly after we arrived at the low class nightclub, a big
construction hunk in his early forties asked her to dance. She
melted into his groping arms while he pawed her around the dance
floor. In the middle of the second song, they danced right out
of the club. She left me there, alone. I waited outside,
looking for her in the parked cars. I waited in the deserted
parking lot until dawn, then gave up and went home. Later that
morning, I got a sheepish call from her. She called from her
home. Her parents were out of town on a crusade. I told her
that I was mostly upset from worry. She made no apology for
going off with another man, but did say she was sorry for causing
me to worry.
A short way into our conversation, it became apparent that she
was still with him and that they were back at it. Her speech
became stilted, disconnected, and punctuated with numerous soft
moans and groans. I could also hear the deep male grunts and
groans, his puffing and panting, the sounds of a mattress being
pummeled. She held the mouthpiece to her crotch to insure that I
heard the unmistakable squishy sucky noises made by a tight,
sloppy twat being pounded by a big cock. I could hear them
fucking as each loudly cried out the most vulgar declarations.
She spoke directly into the mouthpiece, saying, "Yes, fuck my
pussy, baby! Fuck it hard!" Then held the phone so that her
lover could add his two bits. It was like being in the room with
them.
She had a wild climax, but they were still fucking. After a long
silent pause, she came back on the line and said, "You're not
angry with me, are you, Boopsie?" I stroked my hardon and said I
wasn't. She said, "Tell me you forgive me." I told her.
Encouraged by the lust she could hear in my voice, she added,
"Okay, now tell Bart."
I suddenly found myself talking to the man, and he thoroughly
enjoyed rubbing my face in his dirty deed, saying, "Hey, kid,
sorry about stealing off with your fiancee, but it was her idea.
I sure hope I didn't stretch out her nice, tight, little twat too
much. It sure is a mess right now. I had a condom, but she told
me to shit-can it. She said she likes her cocks naked and raw.
She said she hates to waste a big cock by keeping it under wraps.
She said she loves the feel of sperm being shot right up her
womb. I gave her plenty of what she loves. Her pussy is leaking
like a fucking Yugo transmission."
Cheryl got back on the line and purred, "Tell me you aren't mad,
Boopsie." I told her I was not. She giggled; he laughed. She
then said, "All right, I have decided to accept your proposal if
you will swear never to cheat on me." I swore. She then said,
"I might be pregnant. Bart keeps shooting his sperm way up
inside my pussy, and I think I'm ovulating. Will you take a
pregnant bride to the alter?" I told her I would. She giggled,
then said, "In that case, tell Bart he can shoot his sperm in my
womb all he wants." I did as she requested, though Bart
certainly didn't need my okay. He told me so.
We set a date for the wedding and made the arrangements to wed in
a border bar, a small one that we returned to more than any
other. The license and fees were paid and pre-arranged. We even
arranged for a minister, a friend of her fathers, to be at our
favorite bar to perform the ceremony, though her father could
have handled the ceremony. The owner loved Cheryl, and with him,
anything went after midnight. All we needed was a best man.
Bart was not my best man.
One month later, we went across the state line with her parents
and mine to find a best man. At two AM, she made her selection,
fucked Buckie on the pool table before a packed crowd of
regulars, her parents and mine, then stood proudly before me.
Naked, with his cum running down her legs, wearing only a vail
and high heels, we held the ceremony. Afterwards, the patrons
lined up at the pool table to fuck my bride. The minister got
her first. Her dad was second, followed by mine. I didn't get
any, not even on the week-long honeymoon with my Dad, the
minister, and Buckie, the best man.
I had to admit, Buckie was the best man. Dad even said so. Nine
months later, she bore me a child, a boy she named Buckminster--
Buckie for short. As the child nursed her creamy white breast,
she toyed with the baby's impressive penis, saying, "He's going
to be big like his father."
I couldn't resist saying, "And almost as black."
The End
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This is a service of the Erotic Broadcast Service! The following story is not
written by me nor do I agree/diagree with its contents. I am simply posting
this story so that concenting adults who might not find this disagreable will
enjoy it. As such, the author retains all rights to the story and all areas of
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One Fine Morning
An Erotic Story
I woke up this morning snuggled up next to my daughter, with
my penis still tucked up inside her. Karen likes to sleep with
me inside her, and have my sperm warming her vagina, while she
sleeps. I ran my hand over her swollen breast, and down to her
distended tummy. As I rested my hand on the swell of her belly,
I felt a bulge ripple next to my hand, and then a distinct kick.
This must have woke Karen up.
"He's sure active this morning," she said, referring to our
son growing inside her. "Why don't we give him a sister or two
to play with?" This was a standard joke between the two of us,
as though I could get her doubly pregnant by squirting more sperm
inside her, to join that which had already knocked her up.
I was agreeable; so within 10 minutes, I had set another big
helping of my sperm into my little girl's vagina to join that
from the previous night, as she climaxed noisily. Afterwards,
Karen took the diaphragm from the bedside, and used it to keep my
sperm inside her "where it belonged." Karen still liked to feel
my sperm inside her, even if she was already pregnant, and it
couldn't get to her waiting eggs any more.
Smiling at each other, we both got dressed. She to go to
school, and me for work. Karen's tight pants, and short little
T-shirt with the "Under Construction" sign, and the big bold
arrow pointing down to her obscenely bulging bare midriff,
proclaimed to the world, that she was NOT fat, only pregnant, and
proud of it. The school authorities had given up on trying to
curtail the female students blatant displays of sexuality, and
pregnancy, as each one tried to outdo the other in showing off
just how pregnant they were, or if they weren't, how ready they
were to get that way. They had finally drawn the line, when one
of Karen's classmates who was about 9 months gone, tried to wear
a bikini to school. Compared to THAT, Karen's attire was almost
modest, and the lettering on her shirt was mild, compared to
those I'd seen on some of her fellow students, like: "Little
Brother's Little Sister" and "Mama's Helper" and even "Daddy's
Baby" with an arrow pointing down, and "Big Brother's Little
Girl" with a similar arrow pointing to an obviously bulging
belly.
After we finished dressing, I was whistling with
satisfaction. Karen did wonders to keep me happy.
I looked in the children's bedroom, to make sure the other
two got up in time. I needn't have worried. They were both
awake, and up, though not dressed yet. My son Jason was jacking
off in his little sister Judy. He was between her legs, stroking
his cock, as he pushed the head of his penis up inside the little
girl's tight little slit. It was quite stimulating; so I stopped
to watch, to be sure he did it right. He didn't put his cock all
the way up inside the little girl, as she was too small yet, but
he seemed to enjoy having just the head of his penis inside her,
while he stroked himself to a climax.
Judy liked her big brother a lot, and was always willing to
help him "get off" this way in the mornings, so he wouldn't be
frustrated sexually at school. I watched until Jason stopped
stroking, and pushed his cock as hard as he could up against his
little sister's hymen without breaking it, while he filled the
youngster's tiny little crack with his seed, by squirting his cum
through the tiny hole in the center of the little girl's hymen.
Afterwards, Judy licked the last drop of his sperm from his cock,
and then he returned the favor by cleaning up the little bit of
white leaking from her tight little slit. Most of Jason's sperm
remained inside her though, held in place in her vagina by the
barrier of the little girl's virginity. I was proud to see that
my son loved his little sister enough to do it right, and not
pull out. So obviously was Judy, as she thanked her older
brother for his sperm, and gave him a big smile.
When he finished, Jason noticed me watching, and blushed a
little. "Hi Dad," he said, as the two youngsters both started to
get dressed. "Judy was helping me out."
Judy didn't put any panties on, as she planned on showing-
off to the gym-teacher that morning, by doing the "splits," so
that he would be able to see her still-intact hymen leaking her
own brother's white sticky sperm, and have it running down her
leg when she got up. Judy knew quite a few of the male teachers,
and even some of the female ones, liked to see it when one of the
students came into the room with cum running down her legs,
filling the room with the unmistakable smell of fresh semen, and
letting everyone in the room know that this little girl not only
had just recently been fucked, but probably wasn't wearing any
panties under her short little dress.
I grinned at the two of them, and they grinned back. I
continued down the hall to have breakfast, and get ready for
work. On my way, I daydreamed about what my "sexretary" had told
me the previous day: That she might be "late" this morning, when
she came into work. I sure hoped so. I love kids. Yes, it
looked like it was going to be a really fine day for all of us.
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WARNING!
The following story is an uncensored sexual fantasy
involving practices that are illegal, immoral, socially
unacceptable, and messy. Only mature adults with a
firm grasp on reality should venture further. This
story promotes nothing, and nothing in this story
should be taken seriously. Readers are cautioned not
to attempt any of these acts without professional
guidance and a net. If you are underage, hit the 'Q'
key. Reading stories like this can make you go blind.
If you are a servant of the Lord, looking for sinners
to convert, study this story and memorize it. This
will help you recognize sinners when you see them.
Good luck, and avoid mirrors!
Phil Phantom
"Jerry's Girl"
By: Phil Phantom
I never thought I could win a girl like Pam Driscol, yet six
weeks after our first date, we were on our way to the Junior
Prom. A week before that, Pam took my ring and we were steadies.
Pam and I were getting serious. Her parents didn't seem at all
pleased by that fact. Tracks divided our neighborhoods.
Pam is a rich kid, a bit spoiled, an only child. Her junior year
at Calvin High was her first public school experience. Pam was a
bit of a wall flower for most of the year. She got a reputation
for being stuck up and uppity. She was neither. I helped her
with science lab; she helped me learn to dance. We became
friends, nothing more.
I considered her way out of my league. Pam has a priceless
beauty - blond, light complected, petite, blue/green eyes - like
a rare porcelain doll. She was sexy without really trying.
Lucky for me she hated jocks. Pam liked boys of whit and brain.
I'm not all that funny, but I do have a well-hung brain.
Our dates were fun, full of festive walks and talks, but no sex.
Oh, I wanted her, God how I wanted her. I just could not bring
myself to touch her in an intimate familiar way, though she never
gave me an indication that she'd refuse my advances. She also
gave no indication that she wanted one. As we posed for pictures
at her family's palatial home in our prom clothes, I still hadn't
touched her. Holding hands and a friendly peck good night was
the extent of foreplay.
As we drove off in my father's pickup truck, I started towards
the High School when Pam said, "No, turn right. We have to swing
by your house, too."
I sat at the stop sign and said, "I don't think so, Pam. My
folks aren't expecting us; besides, I think they went out."
"How can they? We have the truck. Jerry, why don't you want me
to meet your family. I'll never look better than I do now. We
will never look this good together. I want them to have a
picture of us together. Who knows, we might get married some
day. Come on, Jerry. I want to make the best impression I can."
I let out a deep breath, turned in my seat and said, "Pam, my
folks are kind of...well...strange. I've told you about Dad,
well Mom is just as bad. Pam, do you know what swingers are?"
"Do you mean like wife swappers?" I nodded, deeply embarrassed.
"I'm not a baby, Jerry. I figured it was something like that.
It isn't your fault what your parents do. At least they're not
abusing you or doing drugs or stealing from people. I don't care
what they do together. That's none of our business."
"Pam, you don't understand. My dad is crude, I mean real crude.
Half the time he's naked, so is Mom for that matter."
"You've seen your parents naked?" I nodded meekly. "In front of
your brothers and your sister?"
"Pam, I've seen them doing it. We all have, lots of times, and
not just with each other."
Pam drew back in astonishment, her eyes wide. "You've actually
seen them...making love?"
"That's a nice word for it, yes." Pam sat in silence for too
long. I said, "Look, I'll take you home if you want."
She turned and placed her delicate fingers on my arm and said,
"Don't be silly. I want you to take me to meet your family. I'm
sorry, but we have to face them sooner or later. Let's get it
over with. Nothing will spoil this night. Really, I want to."
Well, I finally caved in but stopped to make a warning call
first. As usual, the yard was littered and overgrown. The old
Pontiac sat on blocks. I guided Pam through the debris field as
she tried to find dry footing for her high heels. I held her arm
as we walked up the rickety steps. I held open the screen door
and opened the solid door. Pam passed through into a world she'd
never been exposed to.
My dad sat on the old sofa in boxer shorts and a tank top. Mom
sat beside him wearing her mini-skirt with a half cup bra. My
two younger brothers were sprawled in front of the TV in their
underwear, and my twelve-year-old sister was naked, painting her
toe nails. Strange as this may sound, I was relieved; they were
presentable.
>From the corner of my eye I could see that Pam was taking it all
in, trying not to stare at Judy's naked beaver shot. Judy loves
to flash her beaver. Mom and Dad encourage her. Brad and Danny
immediately jumped up and surrounded Pam. To them she looked
like a fairy princess in her flowing white form-fitting dress
with puffy sleeves and open bodice. I kept pushing them away
until Dad told me to let them get a look at her. I nervously
brought Pam before Mom and Dad and said, "We're in a big hurry.
We just wanted to swing by for a few pictures. We're actually
running kind of late."
Dad sat there looking over Pam like a refugee at a banquet. I
nervously shifted my weight as Pam extended her hand and said,
"Hi, my name is Pan Driscol."
Dad took Pam's hand and pulled her spinning onto his lap. She
was not expecting this and more-or-less fell onto his lap with
her knees facing Mom to his right. She sat there stunned as Dad
said, "So this is Jerry's new playmate. Not bad, kid. Not bad
at all. Is she a virgin?"
"Dad, please don't." I could have died, and by the look on Pam's
face, so could she. Brad and Danny snickered and giggled. Judy
said, "Why don't you just check her out, Dad." Pam looked pale.
Mom sat there smiling through the whole thing.
Dad grasp her by the hips and centering her right over his
crotch. When he'd spun her onto his lap, her billowy skirt
fanned out so when she met his lap, her skirts were not under
her. Whatever she had on under that dress was obviously not
enough. Her expression told me that much. Dad said, "I asked a
question. Isn't somebody going to answer?"
"Dad, don't do this. Pam's not like that."
"Boy, don't talk to me in that tone. Pam, how about it?"
Pam swallowed hard and said meekly, "Yes...I mean, well, I've
never done it."
"What you mean is you've never had a real cock up you. Is that
what you're trying to say? Don't be shy with us. We're all
family here. We just want to get to know you."
"I've never had sex, if that's what you mean."
"Honey, do you have a hymen or don't you?"
Pam gulped again, bowed and shook her head. Her head shot
straight up when Dad grabbed her left tit and squeezed. She sat
stiff as a rod as he squeezed the other. His meaty hand went
back and forth as he said, "Nice firm titties, no stuffing here.
Lean forward, sweetheart. Let's get a look at these puppies."
Amazingly, Pam allowed Dad to push her forward and she remained
there passively as he unzipped her gown. He pushed her upright
and pulled the puffy sleeves down her arms, pulling each arm
free, then rudely yanking the top of her dress down. He then
simply pushed the bra up over her tits. Pam looked numb as Dad
whistled and rolled her hard nipples in his fingers. Brad and
Danny reached in from her left side. I started to stop them but
a hard look from Dad backed me down. I stood there like an idiot
watching my girl's tits get mauled by my Dad and two shithead
brothers.
Dad lost interest in her tits and swung her legs up onto Mom's
lap. She ran her hands up and down Pam's legs as Dad ran his
hand straight up her inner thigh to the crotch. Pam bit her
lower lip and let out a whimper as I was sure Dad was rubbing his
finger over her crotch. Had it not been for the pantie hose, I'm
sure he would have fingered her.
Brad got on the sofa behind Pam, spread his legs out and pulled
her back by the tits. Pam let herself fall back against my
brother's chest as Danny fastened his mouth to her left nipple.
I envied those two. Pam had the most perfect set of breasts I'd
ever seen - pink nipples on a field of snow white softness, firm
yet soft and yielding.
At this point, Judy walked to Pam's hip and said, "Show us her
pussy, Dad."
Dad said, "Hold your damn horses, Judy. I'm warming her up
first. You don't just go up to a girl you just met and demand to
see her pussy."
Mom pushed Pam's skirts up into a pile around her middle then
reached for the top of her pantie hose, saying, "I think she's
plenty ready, now." With that, she slowly pulled pantie and
pantie hose as Dad lifted Pam's hips. Pam let out a groan as Mom
uncovered her pubic patch. I let out a groan at the sight of
that patch. It was so fine and light, you had to look twice to
see it. While Mom busied herself removing shoes, panties, and
pantie hose, Dad went for Pam's pussy. He wasted no time and had
two middle fingers in deep.
Pam went completely limp and let her legs fall open after Mom
freed them. Dad's fingers fucked her as he declared, "Jesus
Christ but this bitch has a fine pussy."
Judy cried, "Let me, let me feel!"
Dad relinquished Pam's pussy to my sister and Judy tried to work
her whole hand inside. Pam strained and grimaced as Mom came to
her rescue, slapping at Judy's wrist and saying, "Finger her
nice, don't go stretching her out. She's practically a virgin,
you know." Judy reluctantly used her fingers.
Brad scampered out from under Pam and crawled right over her as
her head fell to the cushions. He straddled her middle sinking
into the pile of white silk and lace. He peered between her
legs, calling his turn. Dad gave it to him, then Danny got a
turn. Pam look dazed, bordering on delirium. I figured this was
my last date, so I took advantage of the opportunity to feast my
eyes on her body, especially her golden pussy. More than
anything, I wanted a turn, but I just couldn't do it to
her. Even Mom took a turn before turning her over to Dad.
Dad got three fingers going in a steady fuck motion. Danny went
back to a titty as Judy claimed the other. Brad sat by her head
and jacked off near her eyes. Mom placed Pam's right leg so that
it hooked on Dad's neck. She pushed the left out to the floor
and lowered her face to rest on the inside of Pam's left thigh
watching Dad's fingers work in Pam's soupy pussy. Dad had Pam
lifting up to meet his plunging fingers. Occasionally, he'd stop
to feed Mom those fingers. At those times, Pam seemed impatient
for their return.
Dad brought her to a body-shuddering orgasm then let Mom move in
to suck her pussy. Judy lifted her head to see what was making
those delicious sensations between her legs. When she saw Mom's
face staring back over her mound, she swooned and her head fell
back. Dad brought her off twice more before telling me to fetch
the camera.
As I attached the flash bar, he said, "She wanted pictures, let's
take pictures." I needed no instructions. Mom and Dad posed her
and I took the shots. They especially wanted spread beaver
shots, so Pam had to assume a variety of spread positions as Mom
or Dad or both pried her lips apart and poked fingers in her
holes. She knelt on the sofa with her head in the cushions.
They had her reach back and spread her cheeks apart. For
another, she did a head stand against the back of the sofa, her
skirts drapeing her upper body, doing the inverted splits. I
leaned over the sofa for the close-up beaver shot. Mom came up
and ate her to a toe-curling climax. Pam followed every order
without a whimper of protest.
One in particular I will always cherish. Dad had Pam sit on his
lap leaning back against his chest. She held her legs straight
up in a wide "V" and used her fingers to open up her pussy while
Dad squeezed her tits out in offering. I got low with the lens
at her twat and took the shot up her body, getting her passion-
glazed face in the frame. After the shot, I announced that it
was the last one. Mom got down and ate her pussy again while Pam
held the pose for her. She was quickly rewarded by yet another
orgasm. Judy got in place to lap up her juices as Pam's legs
flopped down on either side of her.
Dad let Judy finish, then rolled Pam off, slapped her ass, and
said, "You two better get a move on." He turned to me and said,
"Well, son, we got her all primed and ready for you. You got
yourself a hot one here, Boy."
Mom helped Pam get her things back in order then brushed out her
hair and cleaned Brads cum off her face. She patted Pam's cheek
and said, "There you go, fresh as new. You kids have a good
time."
At the door, Dad called out, "You bring her back over after the
dance. You owe us, you here?"
I saw no harm in agreeing because I knew Pam would want me to
take her straight home or to a police station. He added, "Boy,
you ain't keeping this one to yourself. You remember what I
said, and don't stay out late."
I walked her to the truck and held the door. She got in
silently. I eased into the drivers side and gave her a cautious
glance. Pam stared straight. I started the truck and we headed
down the street. After a long silence, I said, "I'm sorry, Pam."
She looked straight ahead and said, "It wasn't your fault, Jerry.
Let's just forget it, okay?"
When it came to the point where the road to her house diverged
from the road to the school, I was in a quandary. I said, "Do
you want me to take you home?"
"No, take me to the prom."
Well, we went to the prom and did the prom thing. We left early.
I took her to her street and turned on the signal. She said,
"What are you doing?"
"Taking you home."
"But you heard what your father said. You have to take me back
there first."
Well, you could have clubbed me senseless with a wet noodle. I
turned off the blinker and kept driving. I had to say something.
I said, "Pam, I can take you home if you want. I can tell them
you left me at the dance. You don't have to go back there."
"No, you'll get in trouble. Just drive, Jerry."
"Pam, do you understand what Dad intends to do?"
"Jerry, I'm not an idiot. If I have to put up with your family
in order to be your girlfriend, then that's what I have to do."
I could have contradicted her, but the idea of this goddess
willing to offer herself to my family to be my girlfriend had my
dick at attention. I wanted more. I said, "Pam, Dad will
continue to make demands on you as long as you're my girl. I
can't stop him or help you."
"I know, Jerry. I don't expect you to."
I couldn't stop myself. I said, "He's going to fuck you and let
other men fuck you. They make movies, porno movies."
"Jerry, I know. I don't like this any more than you do, but what
choice do we have."
I almost lost it at that point. I drove faster. We arrived and
moved right to the front door. Pam looked eager to get inside.
Everyone was still up. Mom and Dad were naked, as was Judy. Dad
held the video camera in his lap. Brad and Danny got naked and
joined the others on the sofa, stroking their dicks with a hungy
gleam in their eyes. Dad told me to bring Pam before them and
strip her.
He brought the camera up and hit the record button as Pam walked
to the center facing Mom and Dad. She stood still and let me
remove every stitch of clothing. After helping her step free of
her panties and pantie hose, I stepped back and took in her
quivering nakedness from the rear.
She was absolutely adorable. She stood stock still as Dad got up
and panned around her, poking his lens into intimate nooks and
cunnies. The light, untanned, skin that most girls have beneath
their swimsuits was all over Pam, making her whole body look like
intimate flesh. She had a perfect female form without muscles or
sinue showing and no body fat, giving her a trim yet soft look.
While Dad taped, everyone just sat staring in silence, making her
more uncomfortable and nervous. I moved to the left side of the
sofa to survey her front. I leered as lustfully as the others,
enjoying her discomfort, still high on the fantasy that she was
willing to endure this humiliation in order to be my girl, though
I suspected she had her own reasons.
>From the front, her nudity was breath-taking. It would be
breath-taking without her flowing blond hair and expertly made-up
face. With it, she was moreso. Another thing that made her look
so precious was my class ring dangling between her breasts on an
expensive gold chain her father gave her.
Her state of arousal was quite apparent. Her nipples were stiff
and arching up. A red hue spread over her face and upper chest.
Most noticeable on Pam was the state of her pussy. Her light
pubic hair hid nothing.
Bright camera lights placed on the floor lit up the golden hairs
between her legs. They glistened with her juices. Her inner
thighs shone from having spread that wetness with her steps. The
lips of her sex were inflamed and puffed out. Though her knees
were inches apart, you could see pink all down her slit. Most
telling of all was her clit, poking out from the plane of her sex
lips like a skinned rodent about to make a dash to safety. If
you looked hard - and we and the camera did- you could see it
throb with her heartbeat.
I silently cheered Dad on to have his way with her. My heart
leapt at his words, "Spread those feet out and show us your horny
twat, Pam."
Pam slid her right foot out by a yard and placed her hands on her
upper ass swells, leaning back to thrust her pussy out. Dad set
a light on the floor between her feet and sat before her,
bringing the camera in for a close-up. Pam, without prompting
brought her hands around and used her finger tips to open her
pussy. Dad said, "That's it baby, play with your pussy. What's
your name, sweetheart?"
I thought this was a rather odd question to ask until I
remembered he used the new camera with audio. Pam spoke loud and
plain, "Pamala Driscol," then stabbed her right fuck finger deep
in her cunt.
Dad zeroed-in on her plunging finger. "Who is your father,
Pamela Driscol?"
She used the fingers of her left hand to expose her stiff clit
and roto-routered it with her right index finger while saying,
"Judge Driscol, the county judge."
"Are you a virgin, Pam?"
"Yes, sorta. I've never been fucked by a real cock."
"Do you have a hot and horny cunt, Pam?"
"Yes. It's always horny. It drives me crazy."
"What do you do about it?"
"I fuck it. I fuck it a lot with my Mom's dildoes. I watch
Dad's movies and fuck my cunt with Mom's toys. Sometimes, I spy
on Mom and watch her fuck the gardner or pool guys and fuck
myself." Pam brought herself off in a paroxysm of fuck lust and
filthy declarations.
When she calmed, Dad stopped the tape and said, "Beautiful,
fucking perfect." He turned to me and said, "Well, Son, was she
a good fuck?"
I said, "We didn't do anything but dance, Dad."
"What! After we got her all primed and ready, you danced?" I
nodded sheepishly. "Jesus H. Christ, what do I have to do, stick
it in for you and pump your ass up and down? You always were the
black sheep. Well, don't just stand there like a fool. Strip
down and fuck the little slut."
I looked uncertainly to Pam. She appeared to be waiting for me
to strip. I stripped. I approached her, got close, then turned
to Dad and said, "You mean right here?"
"Yes, God damnit, right here. Feel her up first, get her hot.
then fuck her." He reset the camera and began taping.
I timidly reached for her left breast and gave it a gentle
squeeze. I teased the nipple, conscious of my now rampant,
throbbing hardon. I brought the other hand to her crotch and
cupped her sex. She moaned. My index finger ran through her
slippery cleft and teased her clit, making her swoon. I sank my
middle finger into her cunt. It was like going into warm custard
pie but very snug. I used two fingers and finger-fucked her
pussy. She bit her lower lip. I kissed her and she reached out
with her tongue. I sucked it into my mouth and drew our bodies
close, pushing my cock between her legs.
From behind, I heard Judy shout, "Fuck her, Jerry!" Brad added,
"Fuck her butt." Mom said, "You're no son of mine if you don't
go down on her first." We had this to deal with in addition to
Dad's intrusive camera.
I broke off the kiss and trailed kisses down her front as I went
to my knees. Suddenly, I was looking right into Pam's pussy in
lewd presentation as she maintained her out-thrust pose. I
buried my face in her muff and sucked ravenously, wallowing in
her rich vaginal slime. I could not get enough and delved deep
inside to lap her walls. I sucked that little skinned rodent and
nipped it with my teeth. I had Pam moaning and groaning and
nearing collapse as she tottered on wobbly legs. I could have
stayed there all night, but Dad's voice boomed out behind me,
"All right, already, fuck her!"
I stood and aimed my cock at her hole, fitting it between her
lips. I grasped her by the hips and pulled. I went all the way
in as slick as snot sliding down a drain. Pam Grabbed my ass and
pulled me tighter into her. Dad got down between our legs and
filmed from his back. Soon, we were fucking, fucking hard and
fast, fucking in a wild in-place dance of lust. Unfortunately,
due to the extreme sensations coming from my groin, I blew my
nuts after just a few minutes. The rush of sensation brought me
to my knees. From there, I simply toppled over.
Dad got up and yanked me to my feet, saying, "That was pathetic.
Take this and watch a pro." He handed me the camera. Dad
brought a chair in from the dining room. He placed it before the
sofa and brought Pam over, telling her to kneel on it and place
her hands on the floor. Pam did not hesitate. Her ass was up
high and vulnerable as Dad got poised behind her, stroking his
nine-inch rod. He placed the tip in her hole and said, "This is
how you fuck a bitch like Pam."
With that, he sank all nine inches into her in one go, taking
Pam's breath away. He let out a groan of his own and declared,
"Jesus! Fuck, this is damn fine pussy!"
I got excellent shots as he stroked in and out slowly, constantly
marveling at her feel. Pam lolled her head under the pleasant
sensations Dad created in her. Soon, he was fucking rather
steadily. Before long, he was pounding his cock into her, and
Pam's hair whipped the air; her lusty screams sent hot tingles
through my body. I have never seen a female anything enjoy a
fucking like Pam enjoyed that fucking. It was like one long
orgasm.
Dad did not last as long as he thought he would. After he pulled
out, he apologized to me. I zoomed in on her gaping, cum-leaking
twat. Brad jumped behind Pam with his five inch prick in his
hand and said, "Can I butt fuck her now?" Dad nodded and Brad
put his dick in Pam's cunt, got it good and wet, then poked it at
her asshole. Pam held steady for him as he gradually gained
entry into her tight ass. His five inches made her groan.
While Brad enjoyed his butt fuck, Mom pulled another chair in
front of Pam and sat down. I quickly abandoned her ass and
rested the camera on Mom's lefy hip bone. Pam raised her head
and found herself looking into my mom's shaved and spread beaver.
She turned her head and smiled dreamily into the camera. Mom
said, "Pam Driscol, meet Pussy; Pussy, meet Pam Driscol."
Pam smiled and pressed a kiss on Mom's cunt. Mom scooted in
tighter and Pam gave her cunt a thorough lapping and clitty suck
while keeping her head turned towards the camera and brushing
hair from her face. I got great shots of Pam's tongue lapping
away at Mom's beaver. Mom said, "This little girl sure loves to
eat pussy. Eat me baby. Suck that pussy."
After Brad came in her ass, Danny wanted a turn. Judy wanted
what Mom was getting, so she climbed on Mom and laid back, her
cunt directly on top of Mom's. Danny slid in with ease. Judy
spread her legs wide, and held her feet by the toes as Pam
eagerly sucked her young pussy. Pam took long laps up the double
presentation og juicy slits, After Pam brought them both off
and Danny added his sperm to her bowels, Dad asked it I wanted
some ass. I sure did.
I got behind Pam, handed the camera off to Mom, and pressed my
cock at her lose sphincter. She took me with some difficulty,
but not much. Dad sat in the chair and fed her his wet dick.
Mom decided that was the better show. I could see Pam slobbering
over his pulsing rod, sucking, and jacking hard and fast, playing
to the camera. I gripped her hips and pounded her ass. Her
sphincter squeezed my cock. I came after ten minutes. Dad blew
his load all over her face as she slurped his spewing cock. I
watched Pam face the camera while the cock shot load after load
past her smiling lips as it peppered her face. After it was
spent, she nursed on his rod and milked more semen from his dick.
After Dad got up and returned to the sofa, I helped Pam to her
unsteady legs. She immediately went to Dad and knelt at his
feet, placing her hands behind her back in as open an act of
subservience as you can get. Dad seemed surprised and pleased.
Pam said nothing but just stared at his wilting cock reverently.
He said as he took the camera from Mom, "Do that whole thing
again but turn the chair so she can start from the kneeling
position with her ass facing the camera."
I turned the chair and Pam got into place, kneeling with her
knees out at the edges, hands on the floor, looking back at dad
and saying, "Like this?"
"Yes, that's beautiful." Dad leaned forward and got a great shot
of her well-fucked holes and the rivers of cum pouring from them
coating both thighs. He carefully documented our reenactment,
reclining back into the sofa. Pam looked even more subservient,
shrugging loose from my grasp to throw herself at Dad's feet.
Dad smiled and said, "Now you know how you will be treated in
this house in the future. If you continue to see my son, you
will serve his family. Do you understand?"
Pam quickly, eagerly said yes. Dad went on with my blessing.
"From now on, most of your dates will be right here. You will
get naked at the door and dress in the truck. You will do
anything any member of this family wishes, to and including
sharing you with friends. Is that understood?"
"Yes, I understand. I want to be Jerry's girl. I'll do whatever
you say. I promise."
Dad shut off the camera and set it aside. He said, "Pam, I make
amateur porno movies that I sell locally. Your father is my
biggest customer. I am thinking of selling this tape to him
after I make a few dozen copies. What do you think about that?"
"Does it matter what I think? It's your house, your camera, your
tape. After all, I am your whore, aren't I?"
I quickly corrected her, saying, "As long as you wear my ring,
you're his whore."
She looked to me and said, "Any ring?"
"Yes, any ring."
She turned back to Dad and said, "Well, then, it looks like I am
your whore. Daddy will just have to accept that, won't he?"
You know what? I married that girl. We had to get married. Dad
still makes most of his money from Judge Driscol. In fact, we
moved into a much nicer place.
The End
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