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Fertility Dance by Pantinghot (M+F, mF, inc, preg, voy, exhib)
Copyright 1999 by Pantinghot. All rights reserved.
This is a work of fiction and the Miami Affiliated Clubs de Hombres
Organization (MACHO) is a fictional group. The Wentworths and all other
characters are fictional.
Carlos "Junior" Wentworth: My mom sure has a great body for a
thirty-six year old. She's tall, 5'10", with long blond hair, and she's a
knockout: size 36D tits, slim waist, and lucious feminine hips and tight
ass. Dad tells me she was one of the hottest Latin dancers in New York
when he married her, and she has kept her body in shape running the dancing
studio she started ten years ago. I get a hardon just watching the way my
mom moves across the studio floor.
Oh, I'm Carlos Wentworth; my mom's Jan and my father's Wayne Wentworth.
We live in Manhattan, but I go to school in Connecticut where I board
during the week, coming home during the school year only on weekends. Most
of my friends call me Junior, and this year I actually am a junior in high
school and a member of the football team. In fact, I've gone out for
sports ever since I can remember and because of the exercise have always
been kind of big for my age. The regular workouts the past few years don't
seem to have gone unnoticed by the girls (and some of the boys) in my class
eith er, who always are feeling up my muscles and checking out my crotch. I
just turned 16 two weeks ago.
My mom says I was named Carlos after her former dancing partner, with
whom she won many prizes and trophies displayed around the apartment. She
said dad felt they ought to honor him by naming me after him, even though
she and Carlos had a falling out on their last tour and are no longer in
contact, so I have never met him. One of the awards I particularly like is
a huge bowl from the Miami Affiliated Clubs de Hombres Organization--from
the style, I see why they abbreviate the club name MACHO. It's engraved
with a tribute to my mother's services to Latin dancing and the sexiest bas
r elief sculpture you ever saw of my mom reclining on a bed of some kind
with these men dancing all around her. My mom is nude, all the guys have
huge hardons, and I swear it looks like one of them is fucking her, though
you can't really tell, their pelvises are joined so tight.
My mom herself is not Latin, nor is my dad. In fact, strangely, I'm the
only one in the family who looks the least bit Latin. There must be a
relative somewhere who looks like me, but I have yet to meet such a person.
But all of her dance partners were Latin, mostly Cubans, so some of them
were great big black guys, as the bas relief on the bowl shows. I'm a
pretty good dancer myself--after all, I've spent a lot of time at my mom’s
studio as well as at the gym, because until I started high school I used to
go to the studio after school every day instead of going home where I'd
bore myself or get into trouble, so my mom insisted, and I still spend most
Saturdays there with her--the studio is a good place to meet girls up close
and personal, though not too personal, thanks to my mom's eagle eye.
I'm really excited because to celebrate my sixteenth birthday my dad's
taking mom and me to Miami, where I hope to get laid, as soon as school
closes for the summer. Well, of course it will also be nice to spend more
time together with my mom and dad than we can manage when I'm away at
school, but hey, I won't let family ties stand in the way of progress!
Getting laid is my main objective this summer.
Jan Wentworth: I wonder what Wayne has up his sleeve. Three
weeks ago he suggested that we go to Miami for a couple of weeks as soon as
school closes so he and Junior and I can spend some quality time together.
He also asked me what I'd think about having another child and told me that
if I thought it was a good idea I should stop taking the pill, as it would
be exciting to make a baby on our trip to Miami, now a couple of months
away. Little does he know how exciting making a baby in Miami can be,
especially when one is not quite willing, but what he doesn't know can't
hurt him.
I was delighted at the idea and wondered what had caused Wayne's change
of heart. Ever since Carlos was born, I have been on the pill--I didn't
think Wayne wanted any more children. And I'm not sure I want another
child myself, but my cunt started dripping the instant Wayne made the
suggestion, and then the memories of that former trip to Miami came
flooding back, making me even wetter, so I threw the pills in the trash can
that very morning. So far, however, except for that very hot time right
after he mentioned the idea, Wayne has exhibited no greater interest than
he seems to hav e had over the past five or six years--none at all.
Not that I'm complaining, mind you; I've had my hands full at the studio
and with keeping up with Junior's school and other activities, so I've been
too busy to feel deprived. Nonetheless, I can't help wondering what the
hell Wayne is up to.
Wayne Wentworth: I think Carlos and I have almost pulled it off.
Jan doesn't suspect a thing, though both she and Junior, as we have always
called my son, also named Carlos-- at my suggestion (with good reason, too,
even if Junior has never figured out why and Jan thinks I never have
either)--are getting very excited about the trip. It was delicate talking
her into stopping the pill, but I convinced her that Junior was growing up
and the nest was going to feel awfully empty with just the two of us. The
idea actually got her very excited, because we fucked like crazy that
morning, and that evening I noticed her pills in the trash in her bathroom.
The next delicate part will be getting her to talk to Carlos again when,
as he and I have planned, we "run into" each other in Miami and he tries to
get her to go along with a special gala, members only postcontest
performance of the "Fertility Dance," the prize winner, choreographed by
Carlos, at the contest seventeen years previously, at MACHO's annual
meeting and dance contest.
Until now I had never been able to avail myself of the lifetime
membership MACHO bestowed on me as a result of my wife's prize-winning
performance, because Jan seems to have been upset by some things that
happened when she and the group went to Miami. When they came back, she
would no longer speak to Carlos or see any of the other dancers in the
group or consider making another visit to Miami, and except that I insisted
that she keep it with the other trophies she had won for her dancing, she
would have sent the beautiful silver bowl with the sexy representation of
her performance a t the Miami Affiliated Clubs de Hombres Organization
contest and the beautifully worded tribute to her talents back to Carlos
full of dog turds.
However, at that point, she had just gotten pregnant with Junior and
started having severe morning sickness, so she acceded to my wishes, and
the bowl still sits in her trophy case. It's one of my son's favorites,
but who wouldn't like that beautiful sculpture relief on the side--I swear,
if you didn't know better, you'd think they were fucking her. It's really
sexy looking.
Of course, I do know better, know that the pale representation shown on
the bowl is but a shadow of what actually happened, because I was there, at
the contest, watching the whole thing, something Jan will be most upset
with me for if she ever finds out. In fact, the reason I felt so
comfortable calling Carlos to help me set up this new performance was that
I had been so instrumental in helping him set up the first one. And just
as I had no complaints about the results of that one, I felt sure this
performance would be just as satisfactory.
Jan Wentworth: I'm as nervous as a kitten. We will be arriving
in Miami in a few minutes. Since our conversation about having another
child, Wayne has barely touched me, and never when there was a chance I
might be ovulating. Yet I can tell he is horny all the time, his dick just
won't go down. But he always comes up with something to avoid giving me a
good fuck at the moments I most want it. For example, he gets so excited
he comes in my mouth when I suck him to make sure he is ready to fuck me.
True, he always makes sure that I come, and he is one great cunt licker,
but nonetheless, what I reall y want is his dick in my pussy.
It is a dick I am quite comfortable with. It is a moderate size, just a
tad over six inches long and a comfortable inch and a half in diameter,
certainly not what I got used to during my days as a dancer--Cubans are
noted not just for the size of their sugar cane crop--but, as I say,
"comfortable." So why was he keeping it from me in such a frustrating way?
He said his doctors told him he had a low sperm count and recommended that
he save it all up for Miami when we were sure I would be ovulating. When I
talked with my gynecologist about Wayne's low sperm count, she asked me to
cons ider taking a fertility drug before our trip thinking that it would
help to make up for the low sperm count. The idea of twins or triplets did
not exactly turn me on, but the way she explained it, it all seemed so
logical--that if there were more eggs, there was more likelihood that one
of them would be fertilized even if there was not a lot of sperm, so I had
gone ahead with the fertility treatments, and if all went as scheduled, I
would be producing more eggs than usual when I ovulated in about four days.
And here we were landing in Miami. Why did I feel so excited? I guess
partly it was remembering the last time--and my last, extremely exciting
public performance (well semipublic, I guess, as it was confined to the
membership of the Miami Affiliated Clubs de Hombres Organization), which
ended up being the most exciting memory of my life, even if Carlos and the
group did trick me into doing it by not showing me all the steps until
during the actual performance, when I couldn't do a damned thing about it
without creating a scene and ruining the show. Damn that Carlos!
Wayne Wentworth: Well, we're here. And now tonight, when we go
out to dinner, we'll "accidentally" run into Carlos, and he will make his
proposal to Jan. Jesus, I swear my dick has been hard ever since I talked
to Carlos last March and we hatched this thing out. Jan is going to be so
surprised! And so is Junior!
Carlos "Junior" Wentworth: We're here in Miami at last. I've had
the most exciting sexual buzz around this trip ever since dad proposed it.
And my mom told me she and dad are trying to have another baby. The idea
of my lucious mom getting pregnant makes my dick hard every time it enters
my mind. I'd like to see those tits getting even bigger, her belly
swelling, and I am so jealous of dad for having the right to fuck her pussy
and cream it full of baby juice. I'd like to do it myself, and I can't
tell you how many hours I've spent masturbating and pretending it was me,
not dad, fucking a little brother or sis ter into my mom's hot cunt.
The hotel's nice. We have a suite with two bedrooms and a sitting room.
We didn't get in until late in the afternoon, so dad made reservations for
dinner at the dining room in the hotel for this evening. Until then, there
is nothing to do but imagine my father and mother getting it on and making
me a baby brother or sister and to try to keep my boner from getting the
best of me.
Wayne Wentworth: Dinner went like a charm. And by god, she's
gonna do it! Carlos managed to talk her into it. Now if you can imagine
this, he promised her, subtly enough so that my son didn't pick up on it, I
think--she certainly doesn't think I did--that they'd use rubbers, and I
think that's the only thing that made her accept. Of course, he was
careful to specify that they'd "rehearse with safety nets," not that they'd
use them during the performance, and the day of the performance is the day
Jan should start ovulating. Boy is she in for a surprise! I've waited so
long to see this again.
Carlos "Junior" Wentworth: Fuck. How am I going to get laid if I
have to spend the next three days rehearsing for a fucking dance? And how
are mom and dad going to make a baby if they practically don't even see one
another during the next three days? What a coincidence anyway that after
all these years mom should run into her old partner Carlos, for whom I am
named, at the restaurant in the hotel. Seems like a nice guy, really, but
I could tell she wasn't any too hot to agree to what Carlos wanted. Man
did he do a lot of fast talking.
It must be some dance, anyway, if they have to perform it with safety
nets, as Carlos promised my mom they would when she protested that it was
too dangerous and especially at this time, whatever she meant by that.
Anyway, instead of getting laid, I'm going to be spending the next three
days rehearsing Carlos's "Fertility Dance." At least that part sounds
exciting!
It was odd, though, how Carlos didn't ask me to participate until my
mother went to use the ladies' room, and he also asked me not to tell her I
was going to be one of the dancers. He said it would be a real surprise
for her. I wondered if the other dancers would accept me, because after
all, although I had spent a lot of time working with my mom, I seldom
participated in the performances. He said the other dancers and I would
get along just fine--Ivan and Tito constituted a sixth of the troupe, after
all--and insisted that as Jan's son I just had to participate. He hinted
that ther e were even other reasons I'd be accepted, alluding several times
to my Latin look and my resemblance to his own two sons and some of their
cousins.
Ivan and Tito laughed and poked one another in the ribs a couple of
times while their father and I were having this conversation, as if there
were some big inside joke I wasn't in on, but finally they said that they
thought I was all right and both of them called me bro'. I'm not sure I'd
ever have agreed to take part in the performance except that dad encouraged
me so vigorously to join in, pressing me to make up my mind before my mom
got back. When I reluctantly agreed, dad seemed as pleased at how the
evening had gone as if he were the cat that ate the canary.
Jan Wentworth: I'm not sure my heart will ever slow down to its
normal level after this evening. Who should we run into at dinner but
Carlos, my former partner, whom I have not spoken to since the last time I
was in Miami. He was with two of his sons, Ivan and Tito, and I introduced
him to a third son, my own son, Carlos, but of course I could not say
publicly that Carlos is his. I wonder if he knows about Carlos--or knows
that my sure knowledge (and his!) that the "Fertility Dance" he didn't
quite teach me until during the performance was going to knock me up is
what made me so mad at him sevente en years ago. Anyway, he is the same
old Carlos as ever, as faithful to Carmencita as he used to be, I suppose
(not very faithful, since during dinner he named at least five children of
his by other women--busy man, that Carlos), and still having babies by her.
He's lucky the way that dance turned out, you know. The baby ended up
being his, as I could tell the instant I laid eyes on my little Carlos
Junior. But what if it had been one of the other members of the dance
group that knocked me up? God knows, during that performance I imagined
each and every one of them impregnating me, wondering what the offspring
would look like. I was lucky too--Wayne was sure Carlos Junior looked just
like him, so he told me--"Looks just like his father," he said, and he's
been able to believe that for sixteen years now.
What a bunch of big dicks there were in that dance troupe, and I think
big dicks is one of the reasons I used to hang out with the Cubans in New
York and got into Latin dancing in the first place. I wonder if the dicks
of the sons of those dancers are as big as their dads'. I couldn't believe
Carlos proposed that we do a revival performance of the "Fertility Dance"
with the sons and other relatives of the original male dancers, since most
of the original cast were a decade or so older than I and were getting too
old for dancing. He said that the choreography would be basically the s
ame, except that because the group was so prolific, he wanted to use twelve
male dancers instead of six.
Arguing with Carlos about it was quite difficult because Junior and
Wayne were there and we could not talk as openly as I wanted. Still, when
he promised me that the boys would use rubbers, what could I say? Wayne
wanted me to do it, although he will not be able to see the performance or
the rehearsals (thank god!) because the members-only prohibition is so
strict. And to my own annoyance, rehearsals for it will take me away from
him for the next three days. The performance will coincide with the day
I'm scheduled to ovulate, so I made Wayne promise that after the
performance he wou ld fuck my brains out so we can get our baby started. I
didn't tell him how horny and ripe I would be for impregnation after both
my fertility treatments and the "Fertility Dance" he would not see.
Carlos "Junior" Wentworth: What the fuck! What's going on? As
soon as my mom saw that I was here, she dragged Carlos off into a corner
for a very animated, apparently very unpleasant, conversation. She looked
madder than I have seen her in all the years I've known her! And things
have gone so well this morning, too. Dad helped me get here without mom
knowing about it, and the guys have been swell, really impressed with how
well I speak Spanish--better than they do, they say, which pleases me no
end, though of course it isn't true.
Ivan and Tito, whom I met at dinner the previous evening, had already
told everyone about me. (Of course, I didn't know at the time that they
knew a lot more about me than I knew about them!) Except for Leonel and
Mateo, who were the younger half brothers of Carlos, the dancers were all
cousins, children of Carlos or his brother Eduardo or one of their sisters
or half sisters, and the guys, who ranged in age from eighteen to
twenty-eight, had known one another all their lives. After five minutes
with them, I felt as if I had known them all my life too.
And the outfits we wore for the dance were so damned sexy: just your
basic loin cloth, but without a pouch--a strip of cloth down the front and
a strip down the back hanging from a cloth belt cinched--ain't modern life
wonderful?--with Velcro. I could tell the costumes excited the other guys,
too, because it became so damned hard to keep our semihard and sometimes
fully hard dicks hidden by those skinny lengths of cloth. God were those
guys hung! But I could see I didn't have anything to be ashamed of either.
Jan Wentworth: Carlos, what in the hell are you up to? You know
I can't do this dance with my son here, I told him. He responded that not
only would I do the dance with my son here, I'd perform it with my son.
The deal we'd made the previous evening was that the dancers would be the
sons or other relatives of the original male dancers, and could I deny that
Carlos was the son of one of those dancers? Shit. We had never talked
about it, of course. After he pulled that dirty trick at the performance,
knowing full well that I was probably ovulating, I refused to have anything
to do with him. Now, dea ling with him again after all these years,
renewing my acquaintance with his selfish stubborness, I could see why!
That's not something Junior--or Wayne--can ever know, Carlos, don't you
dare tell either of them! I warned. However, Carlos said he didn't think
he would have to tell Junior, that our son was a bright young man and would
be able to figure it out for himself given a bit of time. Anyway, it was
time he got to know his brothers, even if he doesn't know that's what they
are. And all the rest of the boys are his cousins or his uncles, after
all. He went on and on, bullshitting me to death.
Carlos, you can talk yourself blue in the face, but there is no way I am
letting our son fuck me. See, he said? There you said it. Our son.Yes, I
knew I was the lucky one, I can see it in the boy's face. And doesn't the
idea of having our son fuck you turn you on as much as it turned you on
that time I fucked you? Didn't it excite you knowing that one of the
dancers was going to leave a baby in you? I know it did them. Jesus,
leave it to Carlos to get carried away with irrelevancies. But I had to
admit my cunt was getting wet and squishy and I was trying to remember what
Junior's di ck looked like the last time I saw it, when he was twelve or
so, and sneaking glances over at the almost nude young men gathering on the
stage.
That damned Carlos, he just kept looking intently at me as all that was
running through my mind, then he grinned at me as if he had seen every
single thought flicker across my face as clearly as if I'd run the whole
sequence on video for him, put his arm around my shoulder, and said that it
was time to get the rehearsal started. What could I say? I was too
excited and too wet to argue.
Carlos "Junior" Wentworth: Jesus, now I know just what the bas
relief on that bowl depicts, and it's so much hotter than I imagined, I
can't begin to tell you. After Mom and Carlos argued for a while this
morning, Carlos finally took her by the arm and led her to the stage where
we guys were waiting for the rehearsal to begin. He demonstrated the
entire dance for us, showing us how most gracefully to use the safety nets
my mother had demanded the previous evening (too bad). He teased my mother
that this time we would rehearse all the steps, that he would leave nothing
out during rehearsals, though he would co nsider leaving some things out
for the performance because after all, doubling the number of people would
double the time the performance took. My mom looked at Carlos and told him
she had a suggestion. She whispered in his ear, and Carlos told her that
she was a genius. And after Carlos figured out how to implement her
suggestion, I could see that he was right.
We practiced the whole thing three times--one complete run through this
morning and two this afternoon. We'll go through it four times tomorrow
and twice, both times in the morning, the day after that, and the
performance is that evening at seven. That gives us the afternoon to rest
up for the performance. I can hardly wait, since Carlos has promised us
all a wonderful surprise for the performance. Jesus, I am so hot, I've had
to masturbate four times since I got home just thinking about the
rehearsals today--I guess they didn't drain me dry after all! Too bad
about those damned saf ety nets. I wouldn't want to ruin it for dad or
anything, but it sure gets me excited to think of knocking up my own mom.
Wayne Wentworth: Jesus, my balls have been aching all day. I can
hardly wait to see the look on Jan's face when she gets the surprise Carlos
and I have planned for her at the performance, which is just about to
begin. Jan is already onstage when the lights come on and the
music--performed by a band of a dozen drummers--starts. The stage is set
to look like a beach, with a few stray palms, a suggestive spattering of
sand around the edges, and a backdrop of the sea. Jan reclines on a low
platform that's covered in a dark green cloth on the left side of the
stage; a spotlight suggesting sun trains on h er naked body, and she rubs
herself sensuously to the accompaniment of the drums. As she raises
herself, languidly fondling her lucious breasts in time to the music and
lifting them, like offerings, to the sun, tbe drummers add a stronger and
more frenetic beat to the polyrhythmic pounding. The young men dancers
begin to enter from the other side wearing loin cloths. They are all very
good looking, ranging in complexion from light olive to darkest
black--Carlos believes in a well-integrated family. The youths all have
great bodies and those great big dicks that Cubans and Puerto Ric ans are
world famous for.
When she sees that she is no longer alone, Jan gets up and dances toward
her clothes, which are in a pile on the other side of the stage. She moves
timidly, trying not to attract attention. Unfortunately for her, some of
the boys are by now between her and her clothes. They spot her, and a few
start to get immediately excited, which one can see as their hard dicks
push the thin bands of cloth hiding them aside. She demurely dances this
way and that to avoid them but continues to try to get to her clothes. The
young men perform a ribald dance all around her, taking turns grabbing her
and miming erotic acts, mostly pretending to suck or stroke her tits and
trying to rub their penises suggestively on her thighs; a few even touch
her labia and lips with their dicks as she moves around to avoid them, but
as yet, they do not actually penetrate her. After a boy releases her, she
renews her demure attempts to dance over to retrieve her clothes, but
another boy grabs her, each succeeding boy becoming increasingly
aggressive, one of them even forcing the head of his cock into her mouth
and another of them giving her neatly trimmed pussy a good working over
with his mout h as the drums suggest that the dancers make their movements
more sinuous and prolonged.
Finally, one of the bolder lads moves right in front of her and grabs
her bare breasts, one in each hand. It is our son Junior! She tries to
push him away in the stylized movements of the dance, but he continues to
stroke her breasts, attempting to suck one then the other of them into his
mouth. As he succeeds, she stumbles backward onto the cloth-covered
platform on which she had been sunbathing. Junior falls on top of her,
obviously spearing her with his long thick, uncut dick as they fall.
I can see that it does not go unnoticed by Jan that he is not wearing a
condom as the boys had done during rehearsals, and the heat that rises from
her body is almost palpable. As they start to fall, she mouths the words,
You can't. Never losing the rhythm of the drums, Junior audibly replies
that he's gonna, and he does. Men in the audience gasp as Carlos sinks
into her and starts fucking her wildly and rapidly. Here and there in the
audience, I hear a belt being unbuckled, notice pants being pushed down.
The numerous ushers, hustlers from the best streets of Miami invited in
especially for the occasion, who wear outfits similar to those of the
dancers, go to work among the audience, taking a cock in a mouth here,
jacking a dick there, and sometimes even turning a fine ass to a member of
the audience or satisfying one with whatever appendage is convenient.
Junior's face is becoming distorted, his mouth opens, his muscles get tight
as he approaches his climax. Jan wraps her legs around him and Junior
pushes himself well up against her cervix, as close to her womb as
possible, when he comes, just as Carlos and I told him to do, to give him a
better chance of being tonight's lucky winner. Faltering only slightly,
but still following the beat of the drums, he gets off her to be replaced
by Arturo.
Arturo, Carlos's nephew, is a black Cuban, who, although just eighteen
years old and only five feet six inches tall, has an extremely thick
eleven-inch dick. He places the heart-shaped condomless head, half hidden
by his long foreskin, at the hole Junior has just vacated and gives a slow,
steady shove. Jan moans, but never stops moving, dancing, to the beat of
those drums. Nor does Arturo, whose rhythmic stroking in and out of her
causes the hand and arm movements in the audience to become even more
rapid. As Arturo presses into her, he lifts her on the low platform on
which they pe rform until she is kneeling on it. As he does so, he makes
sure that the audience can see her distended labia showing bright pink as
he pushes into and out of them. Ivan, Carlos Sr.'s twenty-one-year-old
son, whose long thick cock, although vividly erect, is still completely
covered by his foreskin, moves behind her. In profile, his cock shows a
delicious curve; he rubs her ass cheeks with it. Arturo lifts her so that
his arms support her on his dick, and he spreads her legs for Ivan, who
lowers his head and licks at the very spot where Arturo and Jan are joined
to the accompaniment of gasps and murmers of approval from the audience.
He works back a little to tongue her asshole. Jan's eyes close, and her
gyrations in time to the music become more pronounced. Ivan kneels behind
her and works the head of his cock into Jan's anus. There are moans in the
audience, and to no one's surprise, a low moaning from Jan, who has started
coming and comes continually for the next half hour. Her legs are spread,
being held in the air by Ivan and Arturo, who press their excited organs
into the cleft of her legs.
Arturo's dance in and out of her quickens, and he comes to the rhythm of
the drums. His cum dribbles out of Jan's cunt as he pulls out to be
replaced by Jose (another of Carlos's sons, but by a different mother than
Ivan and Tito), a black Cuban whose dick, if possible, is even bigger than
Arturo's and with a very provocative upward curve at the end, suggesting
that it knows how to reach right inside to a woman's gut. It is clearly as
thick as Jan's wrist. At about this point, Ivan comes in Jan's ass. The
drums pound eccentrically as Jan goes off again just as Ivan pulls out and
his eighteen-year-old brother Tito fills her ass with his equally long,
thick straight dick. The drums establish all the rhythms, starting slowly
each time someone new inserts himself into Jan and building until that
person climaxes in her. The polyrythms of the drums represent all that is
happening on the stage, even including the boys who stand by waiting their
turns, stroking their stimulated dicks. The audience similarly exhibits
many different stages of arousal, each represented somewhere in the
drumming.
The dance goes on like this for more than an hour. When Jose and Tito
are done, they are replaced by Leonel, Carlos Sr.'s half brother, in her
pussy and Felix up her ass. At 28 Leonel is the senior member of the
troupe, having actually attended rehearsals for the original performance,
although he was not permitted to attend the members-only performance. His
dick is the longest of the male dancers, and fully hard, it is a hair’s
breadth more than twelve inches in length and a good two inches wide. At
20, Felix, Carlos Sr's nephew, has the characteristic family big dick,
except that h is is on the thicker side rather than the longer side, being
a short eight inches.
A strong smell of semen begins to arise among the audience, and several
of the members have come several times by this point. Jan obviously enjoys
Leonel's length, and it seems obvious to me, watching, that the head of his
dick is slipping right past her cervix and straight into her womb. Junior
seems to have a lot of competition today for the honors. I add to the
semen smell in the audience as Leonel gasps and shoots his cum deep into
her. He plants his cock into her root deep and I watch his ass flex six or
seven times while his balls twitch on Jan's cunt and gout gobs of baby jui
ce into her.
Felix comes too, and to the beat of the drums, Leonel and Felix are
replaced by Moshe and Memo. Eighteen-year-old Moshe, a black Cuban and
another of Carlos's nephews, has a sort of comical look because of his
large and crooked teeth, but there is nothing comical about the dick he
sports between his legs, which resembles that of Arturo for length and
thickness, but without the heart-shaped head. He drives his thick eleven
inches into Jan's cunt rhythmically as twenty-year-old Memo, who has a very
thick ten-inch dick, drives up her ass. In time to the music, they twist
her body this way and that as they move into her and out of her. Jan moans
again as rivulets of cum flood from her cunt over the boys’ thighs as they
hold her up over that platform and fuck her. At this point, there isn't a
single member of the audience whose dick is still in his pants, and the
moaning and heavy breathing among the audience match Jan's own. The
drummers heat up the beat and Moshe, yelling obscenities, comes in Jan's
cunt as Memo floods her ass.
Next up are Paolo, son of Carlos's sister, and Kiko. Paolo has a great
body and a thick dick with a very long foreskin. Even after Paolo's cock
is hard, the foreskin covers the head. He shoves it into Jan's cunt as
Kiko, Carlos Sr's twenty-four-year old nephew, shoves his up her ass.
Having waited so long, needless to say, neither of these boys lasts very
long, so they are almost immediately replaced by twenty-four-year-old
Mateo, another of Carlos's half brothers, in her cunt and Junior again,
this time in Jan's ass. Mateo is another of those black Cubans with a huge
dick, and alth ough he has suffered through an hour of the most exciting
display of fucking ever seen, he is determined to make it last, and as the
last performer, to make sure the performance ends on a note the audience
will always remember. So he strokes as far out as he can, slamming it back
into Jan, exaggeratedly pulling the full length out of her again and then
slamming it heavily to her. Her moaning increases, and the drums, though I
did not think it possible, manage to become even just a little more
impulsively evocative of the sex taking place on the stage as Mateo finally
pours his cum i nto Jan's already filled cunt and Junior drives a great
load home in her ass. Suddenly the drums stop and the lights on the stage
go out.
A discreet few minutes are allowed for the members of the audience to
clean up and get themselves in order before the lights come up again, but
when they do, to show Jan and the twelve boys provocatively arrayed on the
stage, the audience bursts into shouts and cheers. Instead of taking a
bow, each boy runs up to Jan and thrusts his erect dick into her snatch for
a stroke or two, but when Carlos takes his bow, he moves in and out of her
long enough to actually come in her again to cheers and shouts of approval
from the audience. As the members of the club leave, I hear them betting
heavily among themselves as to which of the dancers will be the father of
the baby. God, what an evening. But of course, Jan must never know that I
was here!
Carlos "Junior" Wentworth: Holy shit! I came to Miami to get
laid, but I certainly never thought it would be my mom I laid, or that I
would share her with my brothers and cousins. Yes, at last I know who I
am, thanks to my dad, Wayne, who was thoughtful enough to give me his
official program from the performance as a tangible souvenir of an
unforgettable evening.
Let me quote a little: "The members of the Miami Affiliated Clubs de
Hombres Organization (MACHO) are profoundly grateful to Carlos Ruiz for
arranging a new production of his 'Fertility Dance' for this annual meeting
and to close our dance contest. Those of you who remember the original
event seventeen years ago have requested many times over the intervening
years that the dance be repeated, but unfortunately, the star of the dance
insisted she was retired as a performer. Happily, not only did she change
her mind, she is allowing her son, Carlos Ruiz Jr., the happy result of
that fi rst and only performance, and legal son of our honorary and honored
member, Wayne Wentworth, who was so instrumental in bringing about the
first performance, to participate in this revival. Based on information
supplied to us by Carlos and Wayne, we have reason to believe, and it is
our fervent hope, that this performance may produce similar results to the
last one."
And who knows, maybe I was the lucky one to knock my mom up during the
performance of "Fertility Dance," thanks to Carlos's having me go first and
dad and Carlos suggesting that I try and get my sperm directly in her womb.
I can't tell you how excited all of us dancers got when Carlos gathered us
together a few minutes before the performance and told us that for esthetic
purposes the president of the club had demanded that we perform without the
safety nets. Anybody who was not hard when he heard that got hard when
Carlos winked and added the information that mom was fertile, so one of us
was likely to end up becoming a father. That's when dad appeared and he
and Carlos took me aside to talk to me. Carlos also confessed that I had a
leg up on the other guys, so to speak, because the condoms he had given me
during rehearsals had holes in them--just like the ones he'd used during
the nightly fucks he and my mom indulged in on their tour seventeen years
previously, though Carlos said he thought my mom believed it all happened
at the performance.
Of course, I'll still call Wayne Wentworth dad, and I'll just call my
father Carlos. After all, I was dad's idea. ou see, before he and mom got
married, he and Carlos were part-time boyfriends. That's right, my dads
are bisexual. It was Carlos who introduced mom and dad. Then, after mom
and dad had tried unsuccessfully for a year to have babies and dad's doctor
told him he was sterile--a fact he for some reason was too embarrassed to
share with my mom-- his old buddy Carlos offered to help him out.
As to the revival performance, dad says he saw me masturbating one night
as he walked past my room when I was home for spring break last March, saw
how big my dick had gotten. I had left the door open because I hoped it
would let me hear mom and dad having sex. Anyway, he says that he'd been
wanting to have another child for a few years now and that seeing me
masturbating is what put the whole idea into his head. So he called up his
old buddy Carlos to see what he could arrange. The rest is history, and
mom sure has gotten big for just three months pregnant! She says the
morning sic kness is about four times worse than it was with me, then she
runs and throws up and comes back and looks real worried and says she hopes
it doesn't mean anything.
The silver bowl the Miami Affiliated Clubs de Hombres Organization sent
mom to commemorate her performance this summer is even sexier than the
first one. At least, in this one, there is no doubt as to what is
happening, as it depicts Mateo up mom's cunt and me up her ass as clear as
can be with six of my brothers and cousins gathered around with enormous
erections; one of them is even sucking one of the others, which my dad
swears actually did happen during the performance, although I was so busy
paying attention to what was happening to mom I missed it. Too bad! The
bas relief is a real turnon.
I haven't figured out whether I'm bisexual myself or not, but I expect I
will have plenty of opportunity to explore the matter when I visit Carlos
and my brothers and cousins in Miami next summer--dad says we can spend the
whole summer there next year instead of just two weeks. I can hardly wait.
We may do another performance of the "Fertility Dance" for MACHO. And not
only did my brothers and cousins insinuate that they'd like to play a
little man to man, I have yet to meet any of my female cousins or my aunts,
so my dick stays hard just imagining what we all might get up to.
Wayne Wentworth: Well, Jan delivered safely. Thank god she and
all four of the babies were healthy. Of course, we didn't plan on four
(how was I to know Jan would take my low sperm count story seriously enough
to take a damned fertility drug? I should have told her the truth in the
first place, I guess), but we'll count our blessings. I'm so proud. One
of the babies, named Carlos III, obviously belongs to Carlos Junior, as I
have taken to calling our son since he learned who his blood father is.
Even without the DNA testing, I'd know the one we've named Arthur belongs
to Arturo, based on the child's dark color (I don't know why the doctor
looked so surprised when he appeared) and the heart-shaped head of his
dick. The one we call Leo looks just like Leonel, and the child's dick is
already almost as long as mine. The last one, Moses, is Moshe's, and he
seems to make those comical faces Moshe makes even though he doesn't have
any teeth yet. Of course when she found out that there were going to be
four of them, Jan started worrying herself sick about what I'd think if I I
ever figured out what really happened in Miami. To relieve her mind, I
confessed to her I'd seen everything-both times. Do you know what she
said? Her response was, Do you mean I've gone without big Latin dick for
sixteen years for no reason other than that's what I mistakenly believed
you wanted?
I laughed when she said it, but I've since come to realize that, after
last summer's performance in Miami, nothing will ever be quite the same
again, beginning with all the commotion emanating from the nursery. Jan
says she's looking forward to spending next summer in Miami and she doesn't
plan to renew her prescription for birth-control pills. Well, even if she
does another performance of "Fertility Dance," I hope at least she doesn't
take those fertility treatments this summer, though I've already gotten
vehement word from Carlos Junior that he and his cousins like the odds
better if she does. And so do the other members of MACHO's board of
directors (they elected me to sit on the board the week I announced to them
that Jan was having quadruplets and that the DNA testing indicated four
different fathers--I'm the first non-Latin ever to be given the honor), who
are lobbying for an annual performance--with a greatly enhanced stipend for
enhanced fertility. Jan looks wistful and says that with money like that
we could retire in three or four years (and I haven't told her how much
they said they'd pay for the privilege of videotaping the performance or
what the cut we've been promised from the gambling on paternity is worth,
based on an informal tally of bets placed last year). Then she says she
thinks that doing it every year, especially with the fertility treatments,
would be too much, but she gets wet and wants to fuck every time I bring it
up. We'll see. Summer's not for another month or two, so she still has
time for the treatments if she wants.
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