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Original - Misc › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
Views:
11,697
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction about oral and anal sex between adults and minors of both sexes. The characters, locations & incidents are fictional. Any resemblance to actual events or locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely co
Part 7
©2009 Herb Cat. Do not reproduce or distribute this story without the author's permission.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herbcatwriter@yahoo.com. Thank you.
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Part 7
Frank had just finished fucking Gwen and now had his sights set on little Ginger. But his plans were interrupted when Aunt Dody announced it was time for the Butterfly Club. Each month, some time is set aside for all the females, young and old to get together first for some lesbian action, but also to give the girls a chance to discuss feminine issues with all their aunts. So, the ladies (minus Ginny) and girls (including Julie), stopped what they were doing and headed down to the play room. The men, some of whom were in the middle of climaxes, were left to amuse themselves. But at least it gave the little boys some time for some serious male bonding.
Allen grabbed George by the arm. "Hey, you little faggot bastard, I'm gonna rape that tight little ass of yours! I'm gonna tear you wide open with my big schlong!" The little boy giggled. Two weeks before, he'd spent the whole weekend with Uncle Allen, and to keep things from getting too boring, they began playing the rape game. Allen would chase the kid around the house, inside and out, and when he finally caught him would tear off his clothes, force him down on the bed, and fuck him again. Little George played right along, shrieking, crying fake tears, yelling for his mommy, and threatening to call the cops. But after each "rape" they hugged and laughed. Then after resting a little, George would slip his clothes back on, start running away, and they'd do it all over again. Allen had two daughters and it was a welcome change to have a rambunctious boy to chase around.
So Allen knew George would enjoy replaying the game at the Wilson home. "Oh, you think I'm kidding, you fucking little brat?" The boy relished all the tough masculine language that Allen never used with his two girls.
George found it hard to keep a straight face. He thrashed about and tried to pull his arm free from Allen's grip. Of course, this time he had no clothes to rip off. "Please, Mister, don't hurt me. I'm a good little boy."
"No, you're not! You're a naughty cocksucking cumbag! You're a boy slut who only likes to tease men by wiggling your sexy bum and playing with your little weewee. I'm gonna teach you to behave once and for all, you whore!" He pushed little George on to the air bed, forced his stubborn legs apart, and stuck his cock into the boy's hole, which by then was well opened. He held both the boy's arms down as he pounded away at his butt, and started plying George with rough kisses. The boy tried to turn his face away and struggled to get free, but that just drove Allen's cock in deeper. Finally, Allen poured his seed deep into the boy's 8 year old shit chute, and the two again hugged and laughed.
David, George's father, who had watched the whole scene in awe, was thoroughly turned on and grabbed the closest boy at hand, little Mark, and forcefully told him to suck his big fat cock. When he came, he splooged all over Mark's face, then ordered him to fetch the undies he'd taken off. For a good ten minutes, David sat inhaling the rich bouquet from Mark's underwear as he slowly began to revive.
Frank and his father were propped over the dining room table so Frankie Junior could rim both their asses and then push good thick dildoes into both holes. A can of Crisco was on the table, and the lad was preparing to fist them both, Dad on his right hand and Grandpa on his left.
Uncle Reynard was in the shower with Billy. Uncle Steve was sucking away on Dan's dick, making the baby coo excitedly. And Uncles Tom and Joe were sitting side by side on the couch, passing Mickey between them, impaling his ass first on one cock, then on the other.
The girls eventually came up from the play room, and after all these hours, Ginny and her pack emerged from her bedroom. Everyone was crowding into the living room. The youngest children had already fallen asleep, some sucking their thumbs, others sucking on cocks and tits.
Frank looked longingly over at tiny Ginger asleep beside her baby brother on their mother's bosom. Frank whispered to Dody, "You know, I never got to fuck her this evening. Guess I'll have to wait 'til next month."
"Why don't I leave her here with you tonight? You can bring her over whenever you finish with her."
"Really? Wow, thanks. Won't she be surprised when she wakes up next to her Uncle Frank."
Other parents made arrangements to exchange children over the next few weeks, and Margo reminded everyone the next network party would be at the Boones' home. Gradually, people retrieved their clothes and those of their sleeping kids and began heading home. Billy couldn't find his briefs, so slipped his jeans on over his bare well fucked ass for the trip. Of course, the missing briefs had already left in Uncle David's pocket. It was nearing 3 AM when the Laughlins got ready to go. First to arrive and last to leave. It took over five minutes for Duane to kiss Ginny good night. Ginny carried Mickey up to bed, and then lay down with Frankie on the other bed in the boys room. Grandpa grabbed some blankets and pillows and he and Mark went to sleep on the air bed in the living room; "like camping," they said. Frank returned to his marital bed, which reeked of teenage testosterone. He saw all the dried cum on the sheets and spent Trojans flung on the floor, night stands and headboard. His wife had apparently enjoyed herself. He might not be sleeping with her tonight, but he was more than content. Cradled in his arms. naked and fast asleep, was his little Ginger.
.oOo.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herbcatwriter@yahoo.com. Thank you.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herbcatwriter@yahoo.com. Thank you.
.oOo.
Part 7
Frank had just finished fucking Gwen and now had his sights set on little Ginger. But his plans were interrupted when Aunt Dody announced it was time for the Butterfly Club. Each month, some time is set aside for all the females, young and old to get together first for some lesbian action, but also to give the girls a chance to discuss feminine issues with all their aunts. So, the ladies (minus Ginny) and girls (including Julie), stopped what they were doing and headed down to the play room. The men, some of whom were in the middle of climaxes, were left to amuse themselves. But at least it gave the little boys some time for some serious male bonding.
Allen grabbed George by the arm. "Hey, you little faggot bastard, I'm gonna rape that tight little ass of yours! I'm gonna tear you wide open with my big schlong!" The little boy giggled. Two weeks before, he'd spent the whole weekend with Uncle Allen, and to keep things from getting too boring, they began playing the rape game. Allen would chase the kid around the house, inside and out, and when he finally caught him would tear off his clothes, force him down on the bed, and fuck him again. Little George played right along, shrieking, crying fake tears, yelling for his mommy, and threatening to call the cops. But after each "rape" they hugged and laughed. Then after resting a little, George would slip his clothes back on, start running away, and they'd do it all over again. Allen had two daughters and it was a welcome change to have a rambunctious boy to chase around.
So Allen knew George would enjoy replaying the game at the Wilson home. "Oh, you think I'm kidding, you fucking little brat?" The boy relished all the tough masculine language that Allen never used with his two girls.
George found it hard to keep a straight face. He thrashed about and tried to pull his arm free from Allen's grip. Of course, this time he had no clothes to rip off. "Please, Mister, don't hurt me. I'm a good little boy."
"No, you're not! You're a naughty cocksucking cumbag! You're a boy slut who only likes to tease men by wiggling your sexy bum and playing with your little weewee. I'm gonna teach you to behave once and for all, you whore!" He pushed little George on to the air bed, forced his stubborn legs apart, and stuck his cock into the boy's hole, which by then was well opened. He held both the boy's arms down as he pounded away at his butt, and started plying George with rough kisses. The boy tried to turn his face away and struggled to get free, but that just drove Allen's cock in deeper. Finally, Allen poured his seed deep into the boy's 8 year old shit chute, and the two again hugged and laughed.
David, George's father, who had watched the whole scene in awe, was thoroughly turned on and grabbed the closest boy at hand, little Mark, and forcefully told him to suck his big fat cock. When he came, he splooged all over Mark's face, then ordered him to fetch the undies he'd taken off. For a good ten minutes, David sat inhaling the rich bouquet from Mark's underwear as he slowly began to revive.
Frank and his father were propped over the dining room table so Frankie Junior could rim both their asses and then push good thick dildoes into both holes. A can of Crisco was on the table, and the lad was preparing to fist them both, Dad on his right hand and Grandpa on his left.
Uncle Reynard was in the shower with Billy. Uncle Steve was sucking away on Dan's dick, making the baby coo excitedly. And Uncles Tom and Joe were sitting side by side on the couch, passing Mickey between them, impaling his ass first on one cock, then on the other.
The girls eventually came up from the play room, and after all these hours, Ginny and her pack emerged from her bedroom. Everyone was crowding into the living room. The youngest children had already fallen asleep, some sucking their thumbs, others sucking on cocks and tits.
Frank looked longingly over at tiny Ginger asleep beside her baby brother on their mother's bosom. Frank whispered to Dody, "You know, I never got to fuck her this evening. Guess I'll have to wait 'til next month."
"Why don't I leave her here with you tonight? You can bring her over whenever you finish with her."
"Really? Wow, thanks. Won't she be surprised when she wakes up next to her Uncle Frank."
Other parents made arrangements to exchange children over the next few weeks, and Margo reminded everyone the next network party would be at the Boones' home. Gradually, people retrieved their clothes and those of their sleeping kids and began heading home. Billy couldn't find his briefs, so slipped his jeans on over his bare well fucked ass for the trip. Of course, the missing briefs had already left in Uncle David's pocket. It was nearing 3 AM when the Laughlins got ready to go. First to arrive and last to leave. It took over five minutes for Duane to kiss Ginny good night. Ginny carried Mickey up to bed, and then lay down with Frankie on the other bed in the boys room. Grandpa grabbed some blankets and pillows and he and Mark went to sleep on the air bed in the living room; "like camping," they said. Frank returned to his marital bed, which reeked of teenage testosterone. He saw all the dried cum on the sheets and spent Trojans flung on the floor, night stands and headboard. His wife had apparently enjoyed herself. He might not be sleeping with her tonight, but he was more than content. Cradled in his arms. naked and fast asleep, was his little Ginger.
.oOo.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herbcatwriter@yahoo.com. Thank you.