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Adult ++
Chapters:
11
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6,384
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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 8
©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 8
"You boys look awful tired," Ginny said to Mark and Mickey after supper that evening.
Frank answered for them. "Of course they're tired. They hardly got any sleep the last two nights aboard the Pedodam. Hell, neither did I!"
"Well, come kiss Mommy goodnight. Then Daddy can put you to bed. Frank, after you get them settled, come into the bedroom."
"Sure, Honey." Frank got their two younger sons tucked in for the night and walked down the hall to Ginny's bedroom, well, his and Ginny's. When he opened the door, there were his wife and their oldest son naked in bed, eyes closed, caressing each other. "You're busy now. I'll come back later."
"No, Frank. Come in. We want you to see this. Sit down there on the bed and watch us." Ginny didn't say anything about getting undressed, so Frank only slipped his shoes off, sat on the end of the bed and leaned back against the footboard. He had a clear vantage point. There was his son, his namesake, and his wife, lips locked together, their tongues dueling. Frankie's left arm was curled around Ginny's neck. His right hand was rubbing her hairy beaver, its middle finger darting in and out of her labia. The boy was not the least bit inhibited by the presence of his father, of his lover's husband. Every few minutes, they'd come up for air, and Frankie would begin suckling Ginny's ample breasts. Meanwhile, Ginny's hands would rub the boys head, then finger the few hairs on his chest, then follow his nearly invisible treasure trail down to the new growth around his dick. There she alternated between milking his cock and fondling his fuzzy balls. It was clear they had practiced their technique often during the last three days. It was also clear that Ginny was becoming aroused, more so than Frank had seen her in years.
"Oh, Darling, I love you so much," she whispered in their son's ear. "I'm yours, my big Lover Boy."
"You sure are, you horny Slut! You're my Bitch!" Ginny clearly loved their son's crude language, as he continued to paw at her genitals.
Frank was also observing his own reactions to this scene. He was not getting a hardon. Neither his wife's fortyish body nor his son's adolescence was sexually attractive to him now. The female chests he lusted after were flat, their cunts small, tight and bald. And boys' crotches were only inviting if they showed not a wisp of hair. The skin he craved to pet and lick had to be pimple-free. But he loved his wife and he was happy she was finding real excitement again. And he loved his son and knew how thrilled he was to be fucking a cunt,--as Frank himself was at about that age in Tammy's basement. And what better cunt for Frankie to be fucking than the one that had given him birth. So like watching Mickey and Morris playing in the mud, while it wasn't an activity Frank wanted to participate in, he was pleased Ginnie and Frankie had found a way to enjoy themselves.
Ginny had primed her son well by now. His cockhead was bathed in precum. Frankie rolled over on top of Ginny, planted his hands on either side of her and knelt between her knees. She raised her hips slightly, and Frankie put his hands under her buttocks and positioned his cock above her clit. Then with expert skill, he plowed into her. Frank watched his son's pimpled ass bob as over and over, the boy rammed his adolescent cock as far as he could up Ginny's cunt, with a grunt accompanying each thrust. Ginny was screaming, "Yes! Shit! Oh Fuck! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!" Sweat was pouring off both their bodies. The bed was shaking violently and Frank had to grip the footboard to keep his balance as he watched.
Frankie let out a high pitched squeal and froze. Then began pumping his seed into his mother. The ejaculation didn't last long and he pulled out, tucked his arm back under Ginny's neck, and smiled at his father.
"Frank," Ginny said coyly.
"Yes, Sweetheart?"
"Remember when you began fucking Frankie, after you filled his boycunt with your jizz, remember how I felched it back out?"
"Of course, Ginny! I remember."
"Now, it's your turn, Frank, Sweetheart. Felch Frankie's seed out of my cunt."
"If you'd like me to, sure, Ginny."
Ginny and Frankie smiled as their husband and father crawled across the bed. Then as he buried his face in her pussy and began to suck, Frankie went back to kissing her and fondling her breasts. Frank began sucking his son's still watery boymilk from his wife's vagina.
Having a young man stimulate her tits and lips, while an older one ate out her cunt, soon had Ginnie in orgasm again. She pushed her tongue deep into Frankie's mouth and worked furiously on his cock. Soon it was hard with a long thin thread of precum dangling from the end. Without ceremony, Frankie pushed his father out of the way and repositioned for a fresh fuck. Twice more that night, Frank was given a taste of his son's milk from his wife's chalice. Son and mother eventually fell asleep kissing and wrapped in each other's arms. Frank carefully got off the bed, covered them with a sheet, turned off the light, and left. He went into his sons' room, took off his clothes, and crawled in beside Mickey who never woke up.
The next morning, Frank put on a pot of coffee and waited. After a while, Ginny came into the kitchen.
"Frankie's still asleep. I think we wore him out last night, hehe."
"We?"
"Oh, yes, Frank. You were a very important part of our lovemaking. You saw how excited Frankie was, knowing you were there watching him." She poured two cups of coffee and handed one to Frank. "Thank you, Sweetheart, for being so good to us." She kissed her husband on the top of his head, and sat down across from him.
"Ginny, Honey. You know I love you more than the whole world. I'd do anything for you. Anything!"
"I believe you mean that."
"Of course I do, Ginny."
"Well, Frankie and me will be fucking on a regular basis, Frank."
"That's fine. We'll adjust the rotation."
"And in a few years, Mark and later Mickey will be old enough to pour their cum in me."
"Sure."
"And, well, in fact, I'm planning to have many young men in my bed."
"Yes." It didn't escape Frank's notice that Ginny was now referring to it as her bed. He guessed he'd be sleeping in the boys' room from now on.
"There's Jimmy, and Russell," Ginny said dreamily, "and Jody of course."
Frank remembered the handsome cadet in his underwear casually talking sports with him in the living room after having fucked his wife in the bedroom. But now he wanted to be supportive so he added, "I'm sure it won't be long before Philip Wakefield is old enough to cum."
"Yes, Frank. He'll probably be biking over here often then."
Together they were composing a roster of Ginnie's potential bedmates as if it were simply a list of Christmas cards to mail. "Don't forget the wolf pack?"
"No, Tommy's way too old now. And Duane and Cotter are getting old also."
"And Neil's gay of course. He never wanted to fuck you."
"No, but Billy Cohen is the same age as Frankie, a few months older in fact. And George Dickey is only a year younger. When I know they're both into puberty, I'll have them here also. I'd love to be the first cunt in their lives."
"Sure, Ginny. Whatever you want."
"And as each one grows too old for me, I'll find other young men."
"I'm sure you will." Frank figured "too old" meant seventeen, and by that definition he was way too old to be included in this muster, just as Ginny was much too old for Frank, whose cutoff now was girls over ten. He had been willing to make an exception because of his deep abiding love for her, but now he realized she didn't want him in bed either. He never had to fuck Ginny himself ever again.
"Now, Frank, all these lads will be too young to drive so you'll have to go and bring them to me."
"Of course. I'd be happy to."
"And while I'm getting laid, you will sit on the bed and watch like you did last night."
"I will?"
"Yes, it will be exciting for the boys to know you're there watching as they fuck your wife."
"OK. I guess."
"And when they pull out, you will felch their cum out like you did last night."
"Really?"
"Damn right. You saw how horny it made both of us when you did that. This is the best way now for you to give me fantastic sex."
"Anything for you, Ginny."
"I knew you'd understand. I love you, Frank, so fuckin much!" She blew him a kiss across the breakfast table.
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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 8
"You boys look awful tired," Ginny said to Mark and Mickey after supper that evening.
Frank answered for them. "Of course they're tired. They hardly got any sleep the last two nights aboard the Pedodam. Hell, neither did I!"
"Well, come kiss Mommy goodnight. Then Daddy can put you to bed. Frank, after you get them settled, come into the bedroom."
"Sure, Honey." Frank got their two younger sons tucked in for the night and walked down the hall to Ginny's bedroom, well, his and Ginny's. When he opened the door, there were his wife and their oldest son naked in bed, eyes closed, caressing each other. "You're busy now. I'll come back later."
"No, Frank. Come in. We want you to see this. Sit down there on the bed and watch us." Ginny didn't say anything about getting undressed, so Frank only slipped his shoes off, sat on the end of the bed and leaned back against the footboard. He had a clear vantage point. There was his son, his namesake, and his wife, lips locked together, their tongues dueling. Frankie's left arm was curled around Ginny's neck. His right hand was rubbing her hairy beaver, its middle finger darting in and out of her labia. The boy was not the least bit inhibited by the presence of his father, of his lover's husband. Every few minutes, they'd come up for air, and Frankie would begin suckling Ginny's ample breasts. Meanwhile, Ginny's hands would rub the boys head, then finger the few hairs on his chest, then follow his nearly invisible treasure trail down to the new growth around his dick. There she alternated between milking his cock and fondling his fuzzy balls. It was clear they had practiced their technique often during the last three days. It was also clear that Ginny was becoming aroused, more so than Frank had seen her in years.
"Oh, Darling, I love you so much," she whispered in their son's ear. "I'm yours, my big Lover Boy."
"You sure are, you horny Slut! You're my Bitch!" Ginny clearly loved their son's crude language, as he continued to paw at her genitals.
Frank was also observing his own reactions to this scene. He was not getting a hardon. Neither his wife's fortyish body nor his son's adolescence was sexually attractive to him now. The female chests he lusted after were flat, their cunts small, tight and bald. And boys' crotches were only inviting if they showed not a wisp of hair. The skin he craved to pet and lick had to be pimple-free. But he loved his wife and he was happy she was finding real excitement again. And he loved his son and knew how thrilled he was to be fucking a cunt,--as Frank himself was at about that age in Tammy's basement. And what better cunt for Frankie to be fucking than the one that had given him birth. So like watching Mickey and Morris playing in the mud, while it wasn't an activity Frank wanted to participate in, he was pleased Ginnie and Frankie had found a way to enjoy themselves.
Ginny had primed her son well by now. His cockhead was bathed in precum. Frankie rolled over on top of Ginny, planted his hands on either side of her and knelt between her knees. She raised her hips slightly, and Frankie put his hands under her buttocks and positioned his cock above her clit. Then with expert skill, he plowed into her. Frank watched his son's pimpled ass bob as over and over, the boy rammed his adolescent cock as far as he could up Ginny's cunt, with a grunt accompanying each thrust. Ginny was screaming, "Yes! Shit! Oh Fuck! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!" Sweat was pouring off both their bodies. The bed was shaking violently and Frank had to grip the footboard to keep his balance as he watched.
Frankie let out a high pitched squeal and froze. Then began pumping his seed into his mother. The ejaculation didn't last long and he pulled out, tucked his arm back under Ginny's neck, and smiled at his father.
"Frank," Ginny said coyly.
"Yes, Sweetheart?"
"Remember when you began fucking Frankie, after you filled his boycunt with your jizz, remember how I felched it back out?"
"Of course, Ginny! I remember."
"Now, it's your turn, Frank, Sweetheart. Felch Frankie's seed out of my cunt."
"If you'd like me to, sure, Ginny."
Ginny and Frankie smiled as their husband and father crawled across the bed. Then as he buried his face in her pussy and began to suck, Frankie went back to kissing her and fondling her breasts. Frank began sucking his son's still watery boymilk from his wife's vagina.
Having a young man stimulate her tits and lips, while an older one ate out her cunt, soon had Ginnie in orgasm again. She pushed her tongue deep into Frankie's mouth and worked furiously on his cock. Soon it was hard with a long thin thread of precum dangling from the end. Without ceremony, Frankie pushed his father out of the way and repositioned for a fresh fuck. Twice more that night, Frank was given a taste of his son's milk from his wife's chalice. Son and mother eventually fell asleep kissing and wrapped in each other's arms. Frank carefully got off the bed, covered them with a sheet, turned off the light, and left. He went into his sons' room, took off his clothes, and crawled in beside Mickey who never woke up.
The next morning, Frank put on a pot of coffee and waited. After a while, Ginny came into the kitchen.
"Frankie's still asleep. I think we wore him out last night, hehe."
"We?"
"Oh, yes, Frank. You were a very important part of our lovemaking. You saw how excited Frankie was, knowing you were there watching him." She poured two cups of coffee and handed one to Frank. "Thank you, Sweetheart, for being so good to us." She kissed her husband on the top of his head, and sat down across from him.
"Ginny, Honey. You know I love you more than the whole world. I'd do anything for you. Anything!"
"I believe you mean that."
"Of course I do, Ginny."
"Well, Frankie and me will be fucking on a regular basis, Frank."
"That's fine. We'll adjust the rotation."
"And in a few years, Mark and later Mickey will be old enough to pour their cum in me."
"Sure."
"And, well, in fact, I'm planning to have many young men in my bed."
"Yes." It didn't escape Frank's notice that Ginny was now referring to it as her bed. He guessed he'd be sleeping in the boys' room from now on.
"There's Jimmy, and Russell," Ginny said dreamily, "and Jody of course."
Frank remembered the handsome cadet in his underwear casually talking sports with him in the living room after having fucked his wife in the bedroom. But now he wanted to be supportive so he added, "I'm sure it won't be long before Philip Wakefield is old enough to cum."
"Yes, Frank. He'll probably be biking over here often then."
Together they were composing a roster of Ginnie's potential bedmates as if it were simply a list of Christmas cards to mail. "Don't forget the wolf pack?"
"No, Tommy's way too old now. And Duane and Cotter are getting old also."
"And Neil's gay of course. He never wanted to fuck you."
"No, but Billy Cohen is the same age as Frankie, a few months older in fact. And George Dickey is only a year younger. When I know they're both into puberty, I'll have them here also. I'd love to be the first cunt in their lives."
"Sure, Ginny. Whatever you want."
"And as each one grows too old for me, I'll find other young men."
"I'm sure you will." Frank figured "too old" meant seventeen, and by that definition he was way too old to be included in this muster, just as Ginny was much too old for Frank, whose cutoff now was girls over ten. He had been willing to make an exception because of his deep abiding love for her, but now he realized she didn't want him in bed either. He never had to fuck Ginny himself ever again.
"Now, Frank, all these lads will be too young to drive so you'll have to go and bring them to me."
"Of course. I'd be happy to."
"And while I'm getting laid, you will sit on the bed and watch like you did last night."
"I will?"
"Yes, it will be exciting for the boys to know you're there watching as they fuck your wife."
"OK. I guess."
"And when they pull out, you will felch their cum out like you did last night."
"Really?"
"Damn right. You saw how horny it made both of us when you did that. This is the best way now for you to give me fantastic sex."
"Anything for you, Ginny."
"I knew you'd understand. I love you, Frank, so fuckin much!" She blew him a kiss across the breakfast table.
.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.