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Game Show Sex (MF, inc, light bd)
by Heatheranne (hthranne@aol.com)

***

A look at a couple of game shows that may not be all that 
farfetched.

***

The door to the elegant home opened and a well-dressed, 
middle-aged couple entered. 

"Oh, Bob," the woman said, "that was a wonderful dinner, 
and the bracelet you gave me for our anniversary is 
beautiful. Thank you so much." She turned and gave him 
deep kiss.

Bob wrapped her in his arms and smiled. "You're certainly 
welcome Edna." He put his hand on his wife's shapely ass. 
"Why don't we go upstairs and celebrate?"

"But I haven't given you your present yet." She pushed 
away from her husband. "Now you go into the den and turn 
on the TV. I'll get us some champagne."

Bob did as he was bid. He went into the den, loosened the 
tie of his tux' and hit the power switch on the TV 
remote. The set hummed and the picture on the screen 
began to swim into focus. Bob looked at the picture in 
confusion. That looked like - it couldn't be - but it 
was. It was a cock sliding back and forth in a pussy. The 
camera pulled back until Bob could see a young couple 
going at it on a bed. The handsome, athletic young man 
looked up into the camera, smiling brightly he said, 
"You're watching the Porn-Channel. All porn, all the 
time."

Edna came into the den. She was carrying a bottle of 
champagne and two glasses. "How do you like your 
present?" she asked sweetly. 

Bob laughed loudly, "This is great, honey. You've 
subscribed to the Porn-Channel."

Edna smiled as she poured the champagne. "I thought you'd 
like it. What's on?"

Bob picked up his glass. "I don't know, but I think 
there's a program starting now."

**

Several chords of an upbeat tune played, and then an 
announcer's resonant voice called out, "It's time for 
America's favorite game show - 'Fucking for Dollars'!" 
The music swelled. "And now here's your host - Dick 
Sinep!"

A good-looking young man in a suit walked on the stage. 
He bowed and waved to a cheering studio audience. "Hi 
there," he said. "I'm Dick Sinep, and this is 'Fucking 
for Dollars'! The show where couples contest for 
thousands of dollars by showing us how well they can do 
the nasty." Dick turned to look into a different camera. 
"Yes, we take applications from daring viewers from all 
over America. They tell us their likes and dislikes, 
their wants and their wishes, and then we bring them 
together on our show. We have two sexy couples per show 
and they are each rated by our panel of horny experts."

The picture switched to show a row of naked people 
sitting in the front row of the studio audience. They all 
looked as if they were wired up for a medical experiment. 
Dick continued, "Each of our panelists is wired to give 
us their bodies' response to what they see on our show. 
It's pretty simple. The couple who creates the most 
arousal in our panel wins our prize - one hundred 
thousand dollars each." Dick leered into the camera. "And 
the losers? Well, they get laid, don't they? How bad can 
it be?" The audience laughed in appreciation of his joke. 
"OK," Dick said. "Let's see who's on our show today."

The announcer's voice came back. "Our first contestant is 
a painting contractor from Fresno. He confesses that he's 
a breast man, the bigger the better. Let's welcome John 
to our show." A tall, slightly overweight man in his 
thirties strode onto the stage. He had bushy black hair 
and a mustache.

Dick shook hands with the man and said, "Hello John, 
welcome to the show."

"Thanks."

"Now as a painting contractor, I bet that you spend a lot 
of time going over samples with the ladies. Does that 
ever lead to anything?" Dick asked.

John laughed. "I'll tell you Dick. Sometimes we spend 
hours in the bedroom to find just the right hue."

Dick slapped him on the arm. "I just bet you do, big guy. 
Now let's see who your partner is going to be."

The announcer's voice arose once more. "John's partner is 
a woman from Springfield. She's a specialist in applying 
acrylic nails for the ladies and writes us that she is 
recently divorced and that her former husband was a short 
fellow who had the tiniest dick she'd ever seen. She'd 
like to try something and someone bigger. How about a big 
greeting for Diane."

 A woman in her late twenties bounced onto the stage. She 
had short sun-streaked brown hair and was wearing shorts 
and a halter-top. Diane had a pleasant, smiling face and 
she was a bit on the stout side with shapely but muscular 
legs. That was hardly the first thing anyone would notice 
about Diane, however. Her bright red halter barely 
contained her enormous breasts. What seemed to be about 
an acre of cleavage jiggled and rolled above the 
d‚colletage of her halter as she trotted across the 
stage. 

Dick welcomed Diane and introduced her to John and the 
audience. Showing her hand to the camera, Dick said, 
"Just look at these lovely nails. They must be an inch 
long and each one has it's own design. You better watch 
out for these babies John, I bet they can really tear up 
a guy's back." John laughed, but his eyes were locked on 
Diane's tits, not her nails.

 "And Diane, I see that you've noticed the effect you've 
had on John," said Dick. It was clear that she had her 
eyes locked on the sizable bulge in John's pants. 

"All right," said Dick, rubbing his hands together. "If 
you two are ready - and apparently you are - it's time to 
play - 'Fucking for Dollars'!" He led the couple to a 
door, and as opened it Dick said, "Now don't forget our 
rules. We need some foreplay, the sex act and orgasms. 
Diane, for you that can be real or faked, after all it's 
a woman's prerogative. But for you big guy," Dick put his 
arm around John's broad shoulders, " we need the visible 
cum shot. We don't call this the Porn-Channel for 
nothing."

"I understand," said John, smiling gamely.

As John and Diane entered the room, the announcer's voice 
said, "John and Diane will be using our simulated 
bedroom. A dozen unobtrusive cameras will give our 
panelists and audience a perfect view of the action."

Diane took the lead and John's hand as she drew him to 
the edge of the king-sized bed. They sat, and Diane 
immediately ran her hand along the long lump in his 
pants. "Damn, you've got a big dick," she said with a 
grin. "My former husband was like this when he was rock 
hard." She demonstrated by holding her thumb and 
forefinger a couple of inches apart.

"He was a lucky man to have these to play with," said 
John as he caressed one of Diane's giant tits. He 
reverently kissed the top of one of her pillow-sized 
breasts, and then gave her a solid smack on the lips. 
Diane returned the kiss, and for several minutes they 
frenched deeply and felt up one another. The cameras 
showed thrashing tongues and hands that kneaded and 
massaged their aroused bodies. 

John broke off their kisses and said, "Let's get naked, 
baby."

The couple parted long enough to rip off their clothes 
and then they met in the center of the bed. Diane's hands 
went right to John's oversized cock. "I have just got to 
get this in my pussy."

"OK," panted John. Obviously Diane's hands, as they 
flashed up and down his erection, were getting to him. 
"Let me fuck you and then I want to cum between your 
tits." Diane nodded in agreement. "Do you want me to lick 
your pussy or play with your clit?"

"No," moaned Diane. "No more foreplay, I don't think I 
can get any hotter or wetter." With that, she fell back 
on the bed, spreading her legs. Her immense breasts 
rolled to either side of her chest, covering her upper 
arms. John walked on his knees between Diane's spread 
legs and bent his cock down to her pussy lips. He worked 
his cock-head around and up and down until it was 
lubricated and nestled between the lips of Diane's 
leaking cunt, then he shoved several inches of ridged 
cock inside. 

"Oh yeah," groaned Diane. John shoved in even more cock 
and then he began to pump his hips in a slow and easy 
motion. He licked his thumb and pressed it to her clit. 
He began to make little circles with his thumb as Diane's 
hips rocked back and forth. She gathered up her breasts 
in her arms and alternated between tweaking her nipples 
between thumb and forefinger and then sucking on first 
one and then the other.

John steadily accelerated his strokes until Diane's whole 
body was shaking. Her breasts quivered and rolled like 
they had a life of their own. "That's it," she cried out. 
"Oh fuck yeah, pound me with that big cock." She covered 
her stunned face with her hands and then ran them through 
her hair. "Oh shit, I'm cumming, I'm cumming," she 
shrieked as her back arched and her ass thrashed around 
on the bed.

John heaved his cock out of Diane's still shuddering 
pussy. He grabbed the tip as if afraid that it would 
erupt prematurely. He staggered forward and then gathered 
up Diane's tits around his rigid manhood. John smiled in 
bliss. His dick wasn't touching her chest. There was 
nothing but hot, soft tit-flesh surrounding his plunging 
cock. After a dozen strokes, John hissed and thrust his 
hips forward as he pulled Diane's breasts back. His cock-
head emerged from between her enormous pillows and then 
he was spurting cum all over her neck and chin. The 
camera stayed on them long enough to see John roll to the 
side in exhaustion and to watch as Diane polished her 
breasts with his ejaculation.

Dick Sinep clapped his hands in appreciation. "OK, very 
nice John and Diane. Now, let's see what kind of rating 
you got from our panel of judges." A graphic appeared 
next to Dick. It looked like a limp dick that slowly 
expanded as a number in the center of the penis began to 
count upwards. The penis stopped growing when the number 
hit seventy-two. "Not bad, our panelists gave John and 
Diane a rating of seventy-two. We'll see how that stands 
up to our next two contestants. And we'll meet them after 
this commercial."

A nice looking woman, in business wear, appeared on the 
screen. She smiled warmly and said, "Hi, I'm Honey 
Goodbody. You know, ladies, it's hard enough to find the 
man who is just right for you. Sometimes you think you've 
found the whole package." She walked a few steps to the 
side of a tall, good-looking man dressed in casual 
clothes. She gestured at the man and said, "He's got 
brains." Suddenly the man was wearing a cap and gown. 
"He's successful." The man was shown in a coat and tie, 
sitting behind a desk. "He has a great personality." The 
man was now looked as if he was at a party, drink in 
hand, laughing and gesturing. "He even loves you 
desperately." Now the man was shown on his knees, hands 
upraised, beseeching her to marry him. "So you take him 
to your bed." Honey and the man appeared together in bed, 
covered by a sheet. "He's a considerate lover, but 
there's just one little problem." She whipped back the 
sheet to reveal the man's erection, all three inches of 
it. "Now you don't want to kick loose a guy like this, 
but is there anything you can do about his lack of size? 
Of course there is." She turned to the side and picked up 
a foil package. "You can use the new and amazing Extend-
O-Condom. You just put it on his cock like any other 
condom." She tore open the foil and rolled the thick 
looking prophylactic over the man's tiny erection. "And 
then you assume the position." She threw a leg over his 
groin and using the tips of her fingers she positioned 
his cock in her shaved pussy. "And then ladies, something 
wonderful happens. The heat from your bodies activates 
the patented foam inside the Extend-O-Condom..." she 
ground her pussy against his groin as a big smile filled 
her face, "...and almost instantly you've got all the 
hard dick that you want." She lifted her body showing 
widely extended pussy lips, and what seemed to be an 
endless amount of cock flowed out as she swayed off his 
body. She grabbed the huge member with both hands and 
began to stroke it. "Mmmm...it's warm and has that flesh 
covering an iron bar feeling just like you like it." She 
lifted her ass and eased her pussy back into place. As 
she began to plunge her pussy up and down and around on 
the stiff condom she said, "And the best part ladies is 
that he'll stay hard until you're finished, so if you 
want him to have a bigger and better cock, then go out 
and by a twelve pack of Extend-O-Condoms today."      

As Honey's blissful face filled the picture, an 
announcer's pre-recorded voice said rapidly, "Extend-O-
Condom, ask your doctor before using, may cause hysteria 
and endless orgasms in some women. Available at most 
pharmacies, just ask for the condom with a hard-on, 
Extend-O-Condom."

Dick Sinep appeared once more. "We're back and ready for 
our next two contestants on 'Fucking for Dollars'! Who do 
we have next?"

"OK Dick," said the announcer's disembodied voice. "Our 
next contestant is from northern California. He's a 
stockbroker and tells us that his fantasies still involve 
the young ladies he went to high school with. How about 
giving a warm 'Fucking for Dollars' welcome to Jack 
Smith!" Jack was a tall, handsome man, who looked to be 
in his forties. He walked confidently across the stage 
and took Dick's hand. 

As they shook hands Dick said, "You have a thing for the 
young babes, right Jack?"

"Just fantasies of course, Dick. But I have to admit 
that's what turns me on."

Dick smiled. "Of course we can't have underage women on 
our show, but let's see what kind of partner we've got 
for you." 

The announcer's voice came up again. "Jack's partner is a 
young woman from Nevada. Please welcome Brigit." Brigit 
may not have been a schoolgirl but she certainly looked 
the part. She was a bit over five feet tall, with 
shoulder length blonde hair that was tied into pigtails. 
She was wearing a long-sleeved, starched, white shirt 
over a full plaid skirt that ended just above her knees. 
Over-the-calf white socks, and black patent leather shoes 
completed her outfit. As she walked across the stage, 
Brigit showed brilliant white teeth and a winning smile. 

"Well, aren't you lovely," said Dick as he took her hand 
and twirled Brigit around once to show her off. "You're 
not really in high school are you?" 

Brigit laughed. "No Dick, I'm twenty years old and I'm 
studying to be an actress here in Los Angeles."

"Lord knows that Hollywood can use all the twenty year 
old teenagers they can get. But until you're discovered, 
Brigit, I know that an aspiring actresses can use a 
little cash, so let's get on with it and play our next 
round of 'Fucking for Dollars'!" He took the couple to 
the door of the room where they would put on their show. 
"Both of you are familiar with our rules?" Jack and 
Brigit nodded. "Good, now behind this door we've put a 
couple of props for you to use. I'm sure that your 
fertile imaginations will take it from there."

Inside the camera-covered room, Jack and Brigit found a 
plastic and metal school-desk along with a large, 
traditional, wooden teacher's desk. Brigit immediately 
took the student's desk. She sat up straight, swished her 
pigtails over her shoulders, thrust out her breasts and 
crossed her legs, revealing her legs to mid-thigh. Jack 
sat in the chair behind the teacher's desk. He propped 
his elbow on the desk and looked at Brigit. Several 
seconds passed before he took the initiative, and said, 
"So Brigit, here we are after school. What can I do for 
you?" 

Brigit took her cue. "I know you're the basketball coach 
and not my regular advisor Mr. Smith, but I need some 
help."

Jack nodded, "That's what I'm here for. Are you having 
trouble with schoolwork?"

"No, sir." Brigit shyly twirled the end of one pigtail 
around her finger. "It's...uh...more of a social 
thing...a boy thing."

"Well, I think I qualify as a boy, or at least as an 
older one. What do you need to know?"

"The boys say that I kiss funny. I don't know what I'm 
doing wrong."

"Kissing?" said Jack, looking surprised. "I'm not sure 
that's something we should talk about."

Brigit stood and walked around the large desk. "Oh 
please, Mr. Smith. My girlfriends would laugh at me if I 
asked them for help, and I can't go to my parents."

Jack eyed the innocently sexy young woman, who was 
standing so close he thought that he could feel the heat 
off of her flawless skin. He scooted his chair away from 
the desk and said, "Well, maybe just one little peck, 
just to see what you're doing wrong."

Brigit hopped onto Jack's lap and wrapped her arms around 
his neck. She pursed her lips and gave him a quick little 
kiss. Jack said, "There's nothing wrong with that. Why 
don't the boys like it?"

"Because they like to kiss like this," replied Brigit. 
This time she smashed her mouth against his, forced his 
lips apart, and then she practically stuck her tongue 
down his throat. 

"Oh baby," said Jack, when he could breathe again, 
"that's the way to kiss." He slid his arms around her 
tiny waist and pulled her closer. They kissed 
passionately as their hands roamed all over each other's 
bodies. Jack cupped and played with her breasts through 
her shirt, while Brigit squirmed her ass around on his 
crotch. Jack felt his cock balloon into a painful 
hardness. "How about some sixty-nine action?" Jack 
whispered in her ear. When she moaned her agreement, Jack 
stood up with one arm under her bare legs and the other 
arm around her torso, his hand firmly covering one 
breast. He sat on the desk and lay down on his back, 
while Brigit straddled his waist. She unzipped his pants 
and pulled his erection into the open. 

"Come here, baby," said Jack as he grabbed Brigit's 
thighs and pulled her pussy down to his eager mouth. He 
flipped her skirt over her back and pulled aside the 
sheer, almost nonexistent crotch-band of her panties. As 
her mouth slipped over his cock-head, Jack spread her 
pussy lips and buried his tongue into her wet cunt. 

Brigit looked like a little schoolgirl doll bouncing 
around on top of his much larger frame. Her head bobbed 
up and down on Jack's throbbing cock as her pussy twisted 
and rubbed on his lips and tongue. After a few minutes of 
furious oral sex, Brigit pushed herself up. Her hands 
flew to her tits and her face screwed up. "Oh yes...oh 
yeah...oh fuck...I'm going to cum..." she chanted in a 
high, breathless voice as she absolutely pounded her 
burning pussy on Jack's face. Her orgasm went on and on 
as Jack struggled to keep his mouth in contact with her 
gushing, clenching pussy. Finally, her orgasm eased, and 
Brigit gave Jack relief from her creaming pussy as she 
stretched back across his body, her face inches from his 
twitching cock. She wrapped her hand around his hard 
flesh that was still slick from her saliva and his pre-
cum. 

Brigit jacked her hand furiously on his cock as Jack 
quietly caressed her satin smooth thighs and ass. In less 
than a minute though, he was grunting, "Here it comes, 
baby...here it is." Suddenly, his hips bucked and spurts 
of cum erupted from the tip of his engorged cock and 
landed on Brigit's hand. She smiled brightly as she 
milked the globs of cum from his erection until it began 
to soften and fade. 

Dick Sinep led the audience in applause. "That was very 
nice Jack and Brigit." He grabbed his crotch and leered 
at the camera, "They even gave me a boner." Dick waited a 
second for the audience to chuckle at his little joke and 
then said, "But it doesn't matter what I think, it's the 
panel of judges that matter, so let's see how they 
reacted."

The camera switched to the first row of the audience and 
the set of wired up nude bodies. Apparently, a couple of 
the men on the panel had given their full approval; there 
were flecks of cum on their hands and legs. The graphic 
of the limp cock appeared above the judges' heads and 
began to become erect as the counter in the center of the 
penis climbed upwards. The counter surged past the 
seventy-two that John and Diane had scored and finally 
stopped at a nearly fully erect ninety-five. 

"All right then," said Dick. "A ninety-five is one of the 
highest scores that we've ever had here on 'Fucking for 
Dollars'! Jack and Brigit are our winners and we'll talk 
to them right after this commercial break."

The commercial for Extend-O-Condom played once more and 
then "Fucking for Dollars" came back on. Dick was 
standing between Brigit and Jack. The couple was looking 
a bit disheveled, but happy. "And we're back here on 
Fucking for Dollars with our winners Brigit and Jack. 
Congratulations, you two, on your win." He gave a little 
bow to them both and they murmured their thanks. "You'll 
be receiving our checks for one hundred thousand dollars 
apiece, however I have a little surprise for you. How 
would you like to double your money?" Jack and Brigit 
looked at one another thoughtfully. "You see," continued 
Dick, "they are about to tape another Porn-Channel show 
on the sound stage next door. It's called 'Ambush Sex' 
where they catch all sorts of couples in sexy situations. 
The producers of that show would like to have you two 
over for an interview. What do you say? It's worth 
another hundred grand."

Jack and Brigit looked at each other. At first they 
shrugged and then nodded and then smiled. Jack said, 
"We'll be glad to do it."

"That's wonderful," said Dick. He gazed into the camera. 
"Now folks, I believe the 'Ambush Sex' episode featuring 
Jack and Brigit will be shown right after our show, so 
you stay tuned right here to the Porn-Channel for that, 
and we'll see you again here next week. So don't forget, 
don't fuck around with strangers unless it's here on 
'Fucking for Dollars'!"  

**

Bob lifted his arm from around Edna's shoulders. That 
Brigit was one sexy babe. He had a hard-on that wouldn't 
quit. Edna had watched the whole show in rapt attention, 
she hadn't moved or said a word during the whole thing. 
Obviously, she had enjoyed it too. Bob kissed his wife on 
the cheek and said, "This Porn-Channel is wonderful, 
dear. Why don't we go to bed and release all this sexual 
tension?" He emphasized the question by rubbing his stiff 
cock through his pants.

Edna smiled sweetly at her husband, "Oh honey, but let's 
see what happens to that nice couple first."

Bob continued to stroke his cock. "I don't know if I can 
last that long."

Edna lightly slapped at his hand. "Well, stop that." She 
leered at her husband, "It's my job, anyway. Don't worry, 
I'll make it worth your while to wait."

Bob wrapped his arm back around his wife and cupped her 
breast in his hand. He kissed his wife's earlobe and 
whispered, "I'm going to hold you to that."

**

The last of the between show commercials ended, and a 
jaunty tune began to play. A parked car appeared on the 
screen. The camera began to close in on the car until it 
poked into the interior. A man and woman were in the car. 
She was astride his crotch; her exposed breasts flopped 
around as she bounced up and down for all she was worth 
on his cock. The shocked expression on their faces, when 
they noticed the camera, was priceless. A number of other 
scenes like that played in rapid succession. Most of the 
captured couples looked surprised, some looked angry, and 
some just laughed. Finally there was a home video of a 
school dance. Amongst a group of couples on the dance 
floor, there was a boy and girl holding each other close. 
They were really cute because she was a full head taller 
than he was. Their eyes were closed and his head was 
lying on her shoulder as her chin rested on top of his 
head. The camera zoomed back as the couple slowly turned 
to reveal that her very short skirt was bunched around 
her hips, and that the boy had dipped his hand into her 
panties, and was obviously finger fucking her there on 
the crowded dance floor. The jaunty little tune played 
itself out with the warning that if you have sex, 
anywhere, anytime and of course when you least expect it, 
you may be the next one to be ambushed on camera. 

The scene changed to a shot of a stage that contained a 
semicircle of chairs backed by curtains. The curtains 
parted and a smart looking young couple stepped out. The 
studio audience erupted into applause as the couple took 
little bows and waved. As the noise died the man said, 
"Welcome to 'Ambush Sex'. The show where we love to catch 
people in the act of doing the dirty deed, especially 
with someone they shouldn't be with. My name is Maxwell 
N. Dowd, and this is my lovely partner Puss E. Galore."

Puss beamed at her partner, "Thank you Max. We have a 
full show today. We have a couple who recently appeared 
on one of our other Porn-Channel shows, 'Fucking for 
Dollars!'"

"Oh really," said Max. "I'd say that those two have 
already been ambushed far beyond anything we could do to 
them."

Puss wagged her finger at Max. "Oh you'd be surprised at 
what we have in store for those two. But first, I think 
that you have a letter?"

"Yes, I do," said Max as he pulled a paper from his suit 
jacket. "I have a letter here from Sam of Taint, South 
Carolina."

"Taint? There's actually a place called Taint?"

"Yes, it says in his letter that it tain't near nothin' 
anyone's ever heard of, so that's what they call it."

Puss looked serious. "Do you think he's pulling our leg?"

"Oh, I'm sure he's being very forthright," said Max as he 
broadly shook his head at the audience. "Anyway, in his 
letter he tells us that he married his high school 
sweetheart, Tess. Things were OK for a while, but he has 
a suspicion that Tess is cheating on him. He works the 
early shift at a manufacturing plant and she is the 
evening hostess at a restaurant. So she's going to work 
just as he's getting home, and he's asleep when she 
returns. Sam says that his wife seems to be very distant, 
even accounting for the difference in their schedules"

"Well I declare, it sounds like good ol' Sam ain't 
gettin' 'nuff nookie," said Puss, in a mock Southern 
accent.

"I'm sure that's part of the problem," Max agreed with a 
chuckle. "So we sent one of our 'Ambush Sex' hidden 
cameras to check things out." The TV picture changed to 
show the view of a typical middle-class living room as 
seen through the distortion of a fisheye lens. "We put 
our camera in a beautiful antique clock, which Sam put on 
his mantle at home. Now this camera gives us the largest 
possible view, but it's not pretty to look at, so we run 
the picture through a computer, and this is what we get." 
The picture changed to a more narrow, but distortion free 
view. Max continued, "We can manipulate the computer 
generated picture to make it look as if the camera was 
free to rotate." As the view changed, Max narrated. "We 
start on the left. There's the front door, and now we go 
across the living room - couch, chairs, low table and 
television. You can see the corner of a dining room table 
in the back of the picture there. And as we get to the 
extreme right, you can see into the kitchen a bit and 
finally, across the kitchen, there's the back door of the 
house. Now let's see what happened to Sam and Tess' one 
day not too long ago. We had to edit out video when there 
was no action, so watch our hidden camera's clock. We 
start early in the morning."

As Max narrated, the edited pictures from the hidden 
camera rolled on. The digital clock in a corner of the 
picture showed that it was six in the morning. A light 
clicked on and Sam, clad in only his underwear could be 
seen walking into the kitchen. He was so skinny it didn't 
look as if there was anything for his boxers to hang on 
to. His hair was tousled, and he needed a shave. 
Scratching and yawning, he emerged from the kitchen a 
minute later with a cup of coffee. A half-hour later Sam, 
now dressed in work clothes, exited through the back 
door. 

At ten-thirty Tess went into the kitchen. She was wearing 
a white bathrobe and fuzzy bunny slippers. Her long 
blonde hair hid her face. A few minutes passed and now 
Tess was shown on the couch in the living room, sipping 
coffee and reading a newspaper. The phone rang and she 
answered. "Hello...hi honey, how's work?" Evidently it 
was Sam calling from his job. Several minutes later the 
conversation ended with, "So you'll be home at the 
regular time?...OK, honey...talk to you later...love you 
too...bye" Tess sipped her coffee thoughtfully for a 
minute and then picked up the phone again. 

"Hello, how are you?" she said into the phone. This time 
her voice was businesslike, almost demanding. She 
snorted, "You're always horny. I want you to be here in 
an hour, see you then." Tess put down the phone and took 
a last sip of coffee. She stood and then walked out of 
view of the camera.

An hour had passed according to the camera's clock and 
Tess reemerged. The transformation from a sleepy woman in 
a comfortable, but frumpy robe, into a sex-goddess was 
amazing. Tess could have graced the cover of any men's 
magazine. Bountiful blonde tresses that fell in curves 
and waves to her hips framed her curvaceous body. A lacy 
white half-bra supported her heavy breasts. A satin 
cincher, that matched her bra, hugged her hips. Garters 
held up matching thigh high hose that covered her long, 
shapely legs and, to complete her captivating outfit, 
white, five-inch mules graced her feet. She was carrying 
a thick, white silken rope.

There was a knock and Tess went to the back door to 
unlock it. She stepped back as the door opened and a 
handsome man in a business suit slipped in. He locked the 
door and turned. The man put his hands on his hips, he 
shook his head as he said, "My God, Tess, you are 
unbelievably gorgeous."

Tess walked up to the man and wrapped the rope around his 
neck. She pulled his face to hers and said with a thin 
smile, "Thanks Jeff, now get undressed." 

Jeff disappeared from view. Tess went into the living 
room and loaded a cassette into a VCR that rested on the 
television; she hit the play button. Moans and groans and 
lots of words that you never hear on network television 
came from the TV. Clearly, it was a porn tape. Tess 
watched as she ran her hands alternately across her 
breasts and pussy. 

In a minute Jeff came back into the room. He was an 
Adonis next to Tess' husband, Sam. He wasn't a very big 
man, but Jeff was all smooth muscle with chiseled good 
looks and perfect hair and a gleaming smile. But Tess 
couldn't be bothered to turn her attention away from the 
TV to admire his form. Without looking at Jeff she said, 
"Get me a chair."

"Yes, Tess," Jeff said eagerly. He scampered across the 
room and fetched back a heavy looking dining room chair. 

Tess sat on the chair like a queen taking her throne. She 
flicked the rope across Jeff's abdomen and said, "Down." 
The rope was too heavy and soft to do much more than 
caress his skin, nonetheless Jeff dropped to the floor as 
if he were shot. She pointed to the screen and sneered, 
"Why isn't your dick as big as his?" she said, referring 
to a well- endowed male actor on the tape.

Jeff glanced at the actor and then looked up to Tess, 
"But Tess, he..."

The rope thudded softly onto his back. "How dare you look 
at me?" Jeff's face hit the floor. "Now come here, I will 
allow you to pleasure me." Jeff crawled between her legs 
as Tess scooted down in her chair. She spread her legs 
and rested one foot on Jeff's back. "You may begin," she 
said. 

Jeff began to tongue and kiss his way from Tess' ankle to 
the exposed skin of her silky smooth thigh above her 
stocking. Eventually, his tongue touched and then parted 
the engorged lips of her shaved pussy. "Oh yes," moaned 
Tess, finally showing some sexual emotion. "Fuck my pussy 
with your tongue." He pushed his tongue as far into her 
dripping pussy as he could while his lips and even his 
nose rubbed and banged into her clit. Jeff's head bobbed 
back and forth faster and faster. Finally Tess threw her 
head back and hissed, "Yes, yes...oh yes," as her pussy 
clenched and pulled at Jeff's plunging tongue. 

After nearly a minute of orgasm, Tess' head lolled 
forward. As her eyes focused again, she slapped her rope 
across Jeff's shoulders. "Enough," she said roughly, and 
he immediately jumped back and buried his face on the 
floor once more. Tess stood and shook her hair back into 
place. She placed her hands on her hips and thrust out 
her breasts. "Now I suppose you want to fuck me?" she 
said as if he were an ungrateful menial who was asking 
way too much for services rendered.

"Yes, please," came Jeff's muffled voice from the floor. 

"Get in the chair then," she said, and Jeff hustled to 
comply. "Assume the position," snapped Tess. Jeff pushed 
his heels against the front legs of the chair and clasped 
his hands behind the chair's back. Tess took her rope and 
loosely tied one of Jeff's ankles to the chair leg. Then 
she ran the rope around the back of the chair and looped 
it several times around his wrists. To finish off her 
soft bondage, she tied another loose knot around his 
other ankle and chair leg.

Tess straddled Jeff's thighs and thrust her bosom into 
his face. Jeff eagerly tongued and kissed and tried his 
best to engulf her huge breasts with his lips. He dove 
into her cleavage, and then worked his head about 
furiously until he pulled back with one end of the front 
clasp of her bra in his teeth. He tossed his head 
sideways, and Tess' breasts burst free. Even without the 
bra's support, her heavy breasts stood out firm and 
proudly. Jeff renewed his attack on her tits, but this 
time he had her stiff nipples to assault with tongue and 
lips.

All this time, Tess' pussy had brushed and nudged and 
played with Jeff's cock until its head was a bright red 
knob bathed in pre-cum. Tess reached down and guided the 
throbbing rod into her pussy and then lifted her legs 
onto Jeff's thighs. Now her entire weight rested on his 
hips and legs. 

Jeff heaved and rolled and hunched, but it was clear that 
he had to move the weight of both their bodies in order 
to stir his cock a fraction of an inch. Not to mention 
that he could hardly breathe because his face was buried 
in Tess' tits. Sweat broke out on Jeff's neck and back 
and then ran down his heaving torso. Above Jeff's head, 
Tess' face contorted in an almost continuous orgasm. But 
she never made a sound. Apparently, he wasn't to know how 
much pleasure he was giving her. 

Jeff strained and gasped for minute after agonizing 
minute. His muscles quivered and ached as he sought 
release. His primal urge for sex drove him on through the 
pain until his thrusting body abruptly went into a 
spastic twitching and Jeff screamed, "Gahhhhhh...ohhhhh 
God," as a trickle of cum ran out of Tess' pussy and 
across his balls. His straining body collapsed, exhausted 
after his balls emptied. 

Tess lightly jumped off his spent body and refastened her 
bra, shoving her tits into place. She looked just as 
fresh as she had when she'd first answered the door for 
Jeff. She whipped off his bonds and said, "Put that chair 
back and be sure that you clean it first." Jeff, who was 
still heaving for breath, could only nod. "You may use 
the guest bathroom and then let yourself out. It's not 
necessary to say good-bye."

Jeff stopped his gasping long enough to say, "Yes, Tess." 
The picture faded to black.

Puss and Max reappeared amidst applause and murmuring 
from the audience. "Well, well I guess her husband, Sam, 
was right," said Max. 

"Yes," agreed Puss. "Quite a wakeup call for him."

"Or a great opportunity," said Max.

"So you think that he should cater to her fetish?" asked 
Puss.

Max smiled, "I'd do a lot for a woman who looked like 
that."

"Yeah," said Puss sarcastically. "I'd like to give you 
some of that action."

"Oh?" said Max. He straightened his tie and rocked back 
fort from heel to toe. "I didn't know that you thought of 
me that way."

"I meant the part about whipping you into submission."

"Oh," said Max, looking very disappointed. The audience 
broke into laughter and he brightened up. "OK, folks, 
we'll be back with our guests after this commercial 
break.  

A collage of men in the throes of orgasmic ecstasy flowed 
across the screen. An announcer's voice spoke over the 
pictures. "Men, we all love orgasms - the bigger, the 
better, right? And what makes for a bigger and better 
orgasm? Well, one thing is the amount of ejaculate. 

There's nothing like the feel of great streams of cum 
swelling our dicks and then spurting in satisfying 
relief." The screen switched to a view of the announcer, 
who was standing behind a low counter upon which was a 
display of various medical packaging. "How do you 
increase your ejaculate? Modern medical science has the 
answer." He swept his hand over the packages. "Yes, now 
we men have Jizaliter, a mixture of natural herbs and 
plant extracts that will make any man erupt like a 
volcano. Only one capsule a day does the trick." There 
was a sudden close-up of the announcer's face, he smiled 
widely and said, "Hard to believe? Hey, let's see 
Jizaliter in action." 

The scene shifted to show a middleclass living room as 
shot from a handheld camera. "We're in the home of a 
typical Jizaliter user," continued the announcer. The 
camera moved through the living room into a den, where a 
high backed office chair sat in front of a computer desk. 
The chair turned ninety degrees to reveal a totally nude, 
well-built young man, who was slowly stroking an 
outsized, fully erect cock. 

"Hi there," said the young man into the camera, "my name 
is Timmy and I'm here to tell you about Jizaliter."

"Well, well Timmy," said the announcer, "that's quite a 
body you've got there."

"Thanks, I'm a professional trainer, it sort of comes 
with the job."

 "I bet that huge boner doesn't come with the job," the 
announcer chuckled. "Now tell us, Timmy, why do you use 
Jizaliter?"

"Hey, you know, I got this big dick, but when my 
girlfriends used to jerk me off, out would cum just two 
or three little globs of stuff. It was embarrassing. So 
when I read about this all natural, miracle supplement, 
I figured what the heck, I'll give it a try."

"I see," said the announcer. "Now, before you give us a 
demonstration of the remarkable power of Jizaliter, let's 
do the disclaimer. You haven't been saving yourself for a 
week, or anything like that, in anticipation of this 
show?"

"Oh, heck no," denied Timmy. "If I don't cum everyday, 
I feel like I'm going to bust a nut."

The announcer chuckled once more, "I guess we're ready 
to go then. I see that you're reading something from the 
Internet in order to help stimulate yourself. Mind 
telling us what it is?"

Timmy gestured to his computer monitor, "Yeah, there's 
this broad on here that writes real sexy stories. She 
gives me an aching hard-on every time."

"What's the author's name?"

"Uh...it's Leather or Feather something...maybe 
Featherfan...something like that. Uh...whatever, she's 
a guaranteed gusher."

"OK, it sounds as if she should do the trick for you 
today." said the announcer. "Why don't you go ahead with 
the demonstration?"

Timmy nodded, and turned his attention to his computer 
and began to seriously masturbate. The television picture 
faded to black and then came back full strength to show a 
passage of time. Now, Timmy was jerking his cock 
furiously, his eyes we're glazed and his mouth hung open. 
It was apparent that he was close to his orgasm. 

Suddenly, he grabbed a navy blue towel and held it across 
his chest. Jimmy moaned and a blast of white cum shot out 
of his cock and landed on his chin. The next explosion 
went clear over his shoulder and hit with an audible 
splat on the back of his chair. Finally, Timmy got his 
surging cock under control and his cum began to land on 
the towel. By the time he was finished, there were a 
dozen thick streams of jism slowly soaking into the 
towel. 

"That's amazing, simply amazing," said the announcer, 
with awe in his voice. "Thank you so much, Timmy." Timmy 
waved weakly at the camera. "Proof positive, men. If you 
want to have orgasms like Timmy here, then get a supply 
of Jizaliter today."

As the camera showed an array of Jizaliter packages, the 
announcer's now lowered voice droned on. "When using 
Jizaliter, it may be necessary to drastically increase 
your number of orgasms. The makers of Jizaliter can not 
be held responsible for burst or ruptured testes, nor 
stains on your clothing and ceiling."  

"And we're back," said Max. "Our live guests on today's 
show were recently on one of our sister shows, 'Fucking 
for Dollars'."

"They were complete strangers, until they met on that 
show," added Puss.

"Yeah, but they didn't remain strangers for long," said 
Max. "Their hot sex on that show earned them a hundred 
thousand dollars. Now let's welcome them to our show. 
Here are Jack and Brigit." 

Jack and Brigit appeared from the curtains behind Max and 
Puss. Jack was in his business attire once again, but 
Brigit was looking more like a young lady than a wannabe 
schoolgirl. She was wearing a maroon sweater set above 
navy slacks and black pumps. A bit of gold jewelry 
adorned her ears and neck. Max introduced everyone and 
they all sat. 

"Brigit, why don't you tell us a bit about yourself?" 
asked Max. 

"OK," said Brigit, brightly. "I was raised by mother in 
Nevada. I have a younger brother and sister. I've always 
wanted to be an actress. My mother wanted me to go to 
college at UNLV, but I figured, why not go to L.A., 
that's where the action is."

Jack, when asked, revealed that he had lived his entire 
life in California. He'd married right out of college, 
but his wife had left him shortly after the birth of 
their twins, whom she took with her, along with an older 
daughter.

The interview went on with Puss showing excerpts from 
Jack and Brigit's sexual encounter. The audience laughed 
when Max did a sports announcers version of their 
exploits. "Goalllllll..." he cried, as cum gushed out of 
Jack's cock.

"OK," said Max, now more serious. He looked at Jack and 
Brigit. "You know that we don't call this show 'Ambush 
Sex' for nothing. Our crack staff has found someone that 
you two have in common." Jack and Brigit looked at each 
other and shrugged. "Let's bring her out," called out 
Max.

The curtains behind the seated couples opened to reveal 
a plump, middle-age woman in a severe, gray skirt and 
jacket. Her grim countenance matched her suit. 

"Helen!" cried out Jack.

"Oh no," moaned Brigit.

Jack and Brigit turned to each other. "Do you know her?" 
they said in unison.

As Helen took her seat, Puss said, "Yes, this is Jack's 
estranged former wife and Brigit's mother. Helen 
Leffsennahuff. And we know what that means, don't we? 
Jack and Brigit are actually father and daughter!"

As the audience tittered and murmured Helen jumped right 
in, "Jack, you stupid son-of-a-bitch, you've been 
committing incest with your daughter on national 
television." 

Jack looked as if he'd been slapped. "How was I supposed 
to know?" he roared. "You left and I never saw you or the 
kids again." He held out his hands in supplication to the 
audience, "I sent support checks to a lawyer. I tried to 
find my children, but it was impossible." The mood of the 
audience seemed to turn in Jack's favor. He gestured at 
Brigit, who was sitting rigidly in her chair, with a 
stunned expression on her face, "How was I supposed to 
know that she's my daughter?"

"You dumb-ass," hissed Helen. "You knew that your 
daughter's name was Brigit, and she looks just like you."

Jack growled at his ex-wife, "Well, there must be a 
million Brigits in the world, and if she's supposed to 
look like me, then all I can say is: at least she doesn't 
look like you." 

The rhetoric between Jack and Helen went downhill from 
there. After they'd turned the world blue with insults 
and accusations, Max went into the audience and sought 
out their, the audience members, opinions. They seemed to 
be equally divided between - she's right, he's right and 
can you call it incest if you don't know that you're 
boinking a relative? 

Back on the stage, after the audience segment, Puss took 
charge. "Helen," she said, "you have two other children 
by Jack, don't you?"

"Yes, I have twins who are eighteen months younger than 
Brigit."

"And what are their names, if I may ask?" said Puss.

"Peter and Jane," she replied, "and they are the nicest 
children in the world. Absolutely devoted to one another, 
and not the least bit willful, like their sister." She 
glared at Brigit, who still looked stiff with shock.

Puss said, "Peter and Jane are in our green room right 
now. Why don't we bring them out and see what they think 
of this situation?" Puss cocked her head and put her hand 
to her ear. She said, "Wait a second, our director is 
telling me, through my earpiece, that we have something 
of interest to show our viewers. OK...OK...let's roll 
tape first and see what's happened."

The picture changed to show a young man and woman sitting 
on a couch. They were both staring, wide-eyed, at a 
television. Puss narrated over the picture, "This is our 
green room, where our guests wait until they're needed. 
This is Peter and Jane, Helen and Jack's twins. I'll be 
quite now, so you can hear what they're saying."

Peter turned to his sister and said, "This Porn-Channel 
is awesome. I'm so horny, I can't stand it." His sister 
couldn't tear her eyes away from the screen. She 
acknowledged him by nodding and smiling. Peter arose from 
the couch and passed out of camera range. He was gone 
only a second though, and when he came back he walked up 
to his sister, unzipped his pants and pulled out a very 
erect penis."

Jane glanced at her brother as if this happened everyday 
and said, "Now?"

"Oh come on, you love to do it in public places," said 
Peter as he waggled his cock in her face. "I locked the 
door."

Jane didn't reply but she scooted to the edge of the 
couch, pulled Peter's peter perpendicular and penned it 
with her pursed lips. Her cheeks hollowed and filled as 
she enthusiastically sucked her brother's cock.

Peter put his hands on his hips and closed his eyes. His 
back and neck arched backwards and in less than a minute 
his hips were shaking and he was making little gasping 
noises as he shot off in his sister's mouth. He pulled 
his softening cock from Jane's lips and neatly folded it 
back in his pants. "MMMM... a quickie, but a goodie, Sis. 
Do you want me to do you?"

Jane chewed on a fingernail in indecision for second and 
then said, "Yeah."

Peter glanced around the room, "How?" he asked.

Jane jumped up and said, "Lay down with your head on the 
arm." 

Peter looked confused and then he realized what she 
wanted. He lay on the couch with his head arching back 
over the couch's arm. Jane faced away from her bother. 
She pulled up her tight skirt until it was bunched around 
her waist, and then she pulled her pantyhose down to her 
knees. She took a half step back and her pussy docked 
smartly with Peter's eager mouth. Jane rotated her clit 
around his lips and tongue so vigorously that it took her 
only a couple of minutes to cum. She quietly squeaked, 
"Ohhhhheeeeee..." as her whole body vibrated on Peter's 
tongue. 

As Jane put her clothes back into place, Peter unlocked 
the door and then they both nonchalantly resumed their 
places on the couch. They'd gone from zero to two orgasms 
in less than five minutes, and they'd certainly left the 
impression that it was something they did frequently.

Back on the stage Max and Puss were standing in front of 
some horrified guests. Max smugly said, "Hey, we take 'em 
where we find 'em, folks."

"Unfortunately, we're out of time for this show," Puss 
interjected. "Be sure to join us next time on 'Ambush 
Sex'."

"That's right," said Max as he pointed into the camera. 
"Be careful, because next time you may be the victim of 
an ambush. Goodnight everyone." 

**

Bob and Edna were on the couch snoring peacefully. They 
hadn't waited for the bedroom. Bob's cock hung limply 
from his pants, a cum stain spread from the tip of his 
flaccid member. Edna spooned against her husband. She was 
wearing nothing but Bob's jacket around her shoulders and 
her hose. 

**

Back on the television there was a man with an immense 
cowboy hat smiling into the camera. He said, "Hi there, 
I'm Buckaroo Billy Joe Jim Bob, but you can just call me 
Bubba. I'm your host for 'Porn'til Dawn'. We'll have four 
X,X,X,X,X...I'm talkin' X-rated flicks tonight. These 
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