Message-ID: <37886asstr$1029503405@assm.asstr-mirror.org>
X-Original-Message-ID: <3D5BE0FE.DFE@PhilPhantom.Com>
From: Phil <Phil@philphantom.com>
X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Thu, 15 Aug 2002 12:12:30 -0500
Subject: {ASSM} New - Sailing with Big Jim the Pirate by Phil Phantom
X-Original-Subject: Phil Phantom - new story
Date: Fri, 16 Aug 2002 09:10:05 -0400
Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail
Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories
Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d
X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2002/37886>
X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com>
X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com>
X-Moderator-ID: newsman, RuiJorge
Hello,
I haven't posted a story in a long time, so if my formatting or
anything is not quite right, please let me know. Thanks a million for
posting this story. I will be sending stories fairly regularly.
Phil
<1st attachment, "sailing-with-big-jim-the-pirate.txt" begin>
Sailing with Big Jim the Pirate
By Phil Phantom
http://www.PhilPhantom.Com
Trisha knew her father had a long dangler dick. He was the type
of dad who would walk about the house naked and thought nothing
of peeing in a bathroom that a daughter was using, peeing off the
side of a bass boat they were fishing from, or peeing out a camp
fire, just peeing when and where he felt like peeing when they
were in the great outdoors. Her three older brothers were that
way, and all of their friends were that way, all of her father's
camping and fishing buddies were that way. That was just how guys
were.
Trisha was usually the only girl in camp. Her mom wasn't the
camping or fishing type. Most girls aren't. Most women aren't.
Trisha always had been, and had always been a Tomboy that the
guys thought little about exposing themselves to or being
themselves around. They never curbed their language or their
filthy jokes. The jokes were funny. Trisha liked a good off-color
or crude and raunchy joke as much as any of the boys or men. She
could also tell them as good as anyone, and when a big fish got
right up to the boat and got off the line, nothing served that
situation like a good loud,"FUCK!"
Trisha had been saying fuck and calling a vagina a cunt from her
earliest memory. She also had to watch her language around her
mother, any ladies, most girls, and anywhere at school, just like
her brothers. They all had the same problem. Any slip would get a
bar of soap in the mouth.
That held true until Trisha's age twelve when they returned a day
earlier than expected to enter the home to sounds of fucking
reaching its climax and Joann's distinctive female voice shouting
out, FUCK ME! FUCK ME! OH GOD FUCK ME! and other choice
obscenities to include the dreaded "C" word, as in FUCK MY CUNT!
CREAM MY CUNT! YOUR COCK FEELS SO GOOD IN MY CUNT. When she
became aware that her family was gathered all around the bed,
nothing served that situation like a good loud,"FUCK!"
Seems big Jim's wife didn't like camping because it cut into her
cheating. Since she was caught with a camper who bugged out even
earlier than the family did, all bugger outers and no shows or
late shows were presumed to be fucking Big Jim's wife. That was
in fact the case until much of the boat banter and campfire
bullshit sessions was how great a fuck Big Jim's wife, and
telling Big Jim's wife fuck stories. When his three sons began
telling Big Jim's wife fuck stories, Trisha began sitting next to
her sad daddy and jacking his dangler for him. That cheered him
up and made everything okay.
Trisha liked seeing him with a stout pole. When she saw a
dangler, she turned it into a pole. When nobody was looking, she
sucked it for him. Once she got started, she couldn't stop, so
everybody eventually got to see that. They all wanted that
service, but Trisha would only serve her daddy, and only while he
had to tolerate sons fucking his wife. If he stopped tolerating
it, she swore she'd stop. Big Jim thought that was a fair deal
and a good trade-off.
Nobody could suck a long dong like Trisha could, a regular sword
swallower of a cock sucker who could get right down to the root
and lick a man's nuts for him. Joann couldn't do that and wasn't
too keen on sucking dick or taking cocks in her ass. Rumor had it
that Trisha was a good little ass whore for her daddy and had a
pussy that could nibble a man's nuts. To dispel these awful
rumors, Trisha would only smile like they weren't rumors and
weren't awful. Big Jim's smile was even bigger.
By camping season of her thirteenth year, no one could claim to
have seen it, but no one had any doubt that Big Jim wasn't
fucking the very finest in ass while getting the very best
blowjobs while married to the biggest cheating slut in Phoenix.
Jim had no complaints and Joann couldn't say shit. Whenever he
found his wife desecrating their marital bed, he simply took
Trisha by the hand, went into Trisha's bedroom, and locked the
door. What they did in there could only be imagined, but what
they did in camp or out on the lake was great head, exhibition
cock-sucking.
She shared a double sleeping bag with him, and one could assume
his long dong was up her ass. They steadfastly denied any pussy
fucking going on, but neither would deny ass fucking. The guys
called her Big Jim's ass whore. That didn't bother her. Her mom
was a cunt whore and a cunt. Brothers were mother fuckers. All
the others, twelve men and twenty boys, were hard-up and horny,
all envious of Big Jim.
Trisha was very much a girl and usually the only female in camp,
but she was more like a cabin boy on a pirate ship, the captain's
private stock, offering ass and mouth to Big Jim the pirate. All
others could go fuck themselves or fuck Big Jim's wife, tell
their stories, do their bragging, but out in the wilderness, they
jacked-off or got a cabin boy of their own, or got one they could
share, or they grabbed a cute little fucker and gang banged his
sexy ass as it should be. Trisha liked that.
By the end of that season, all boys were a punk for somebody, but
she was the captain's first mate who stayed naked much of the
time when in camp, dressing only to go out on the lake or a beer
run into town. Sometimes they would just sit by the fire and
watch the crew fuck themselves while Trisha masturbated and
stroked up a dangler, finest dick on the high seas, queerest
crew, too.
Trisha found that she could make a good beaver, play with it, or
let her daddy play with it, and within ten minutes have the whole
crew fucking each other, worked best when she played with it
while he held the lips open for her. Working together, they could
waste that crew, then go off to their tent and drive them crazy
with butt fucking sounds, come out and waste them again by
showing a fucked asshole dripping fuck as a splayed pussy got
masturbated again.
Trisha found out that female masturbation had a profound effect
on men and boys, drove them crazy. Walking around naked with a
finger in her pussy drove them crazy. Casually stroking a slit
drove them crazy. Self exams drove them crazy. A female taking
any interest in her own pussy drove them crazy. Trisha only got
better and better at driving guys crazy, and her immature pussy
wasn't that big a deal, a crack between her skinny legs.
Made no sense to her, but the pink inside of that crack and the
tight-looking fuck hole did drive all males crazy. The stink
drove them even crazier. They sniffed anything she sat on.
Sniffed anything she used on herself, sniffed, licked, and sucked
on her fingers. They sniffed, licked, and sucked her pussy, too,
and if they'd do it like a dog, she'd allow that. Males have very
little pride when it came to pussy in the wilderness. If they
couldn't fuck it, they had to smell and taste it. If they smell
and taste enough, they have to fuck something.
Trisha could also piss with the best of them, haul the ole pisser
out and piss like a stud pony, shake it off and put it back. She
never had to squat or hang her ass off the edge of a boat,
waiting for all males to avert their eyes. When a fire needed
pissing out, Trisha was right in their with them, usually naked,
pissing out the embers, making steam while some made cream.
They also got a big kick out Trisha using the men's room and
standing at a urinal. Few gave that much thought because her hair
was short and her clothes were the clothes a boy would wear
camping. She looked like a soft boy with a very small dick. When
she shook it too long, she looked like a girl masturbating at a
urinal. That will pop a lubber's eyes open wide. On the way in or
out, they'd stop at rest areas or restaurants to freak the
lubbers. They also went into nearby towns often all through a
campout.
Campouts were usually two week trips out of each month all
through the summer months with three-day weekend trips in the
late spring and early fall, giving plenty of opportunities to do
their men's room thing, a thing that went back to Trisha's first
campout at age five, but by age thirteen when she became sexually
active with her father, it became a big thing with masturbation
thrown in, total nudity, a long blonde wig, painted nails and
whore make-up, a naked miniature whore taking a piss at the
urinal while playing with herself. They were making trips into
town just for Trisha to do her thing in her whore outfit.
Another way was to go into a stall, strip naked and drop very
feminine panties to bare feet with painted nails, then make very
female masturbation sounds with feet that had curled toes on sexy
young legs. That'll make a lubber get down and peer under a stall
only to see a naked girl with her legs clamped going, "Do you
mind. I'd like a little privacy."
They also did a variation in public parks using many lookouts. A
naked little masturbating whore freaked a lot of land lubbers all
over northern Arizona. The parks were great for freaking females
and whole families. Trisha loved doing it and the guys loved
helping and watching her do it. In a Dolly Parton wig that came
below her ass, that girl was a sight like a bull-sucking wood
nymph at a prison rodeo, a lady fucking a dog at a church picnic,
or a cop jacking off on a praying nun, leaving most victims
scratching heads and wondering if what they saw was real or a
vision out of a wetdream.
At age fourteen, Trisha's hair was long and she couldn't look
like a boy no matter what she wore. Over that winter, Trisha
blossomed. She grew tits and her cunt had cunt hairs, the lips
were all puffy, had fleshy inner lips, and the clit was very
noticeable. She grew a cunt atop a pair of very sexy legs that
made a perfect ass of themselves. The tits filled C-cups and on
her frame, they looked like mini-hooters on a mini Dolly Parton.
Her mom thought she was too old to be camping out with a bunch of
men and teenage boys, but Trisha saw no reason why not. The guys
all wanted her. Her dad wanted her. The camp needed a girl, had
always had a girl. Tits and pubic hairs didn't make her any less
a girl or any more a woman. She was only six months older than
her last campout. She had some tit buds and hairs back then, too,
no big deal, no one freaked.
Her mother got over-ruled. Trisha went and got fucked all the way
out, got fucked steady for two solid weeks, got fucked all the
way back and looked it. Her mom took one look and knew she had
been right. She liked being right and would have been
disappointed had she been wrong. She seemed thrilled to be so
right that Trisha could not walk unassisted, had no clothes on,
wrapped up in a blanket and carried by her sheepish father when
it became clear she couldn't walk without two assistants.
Joann held open the door for a very fucked little girl who
learned a valuable lesson and her pig-headed father who helped
teach it and was very ashamed of himself, followed by three older
brothers who looked like they spent two weeks fucking hell out of
their sexy kid sister. Not one looked ashamed. The mother fuckers
looked like they wanted to fuck her some more. That did not
surprise Joann one bit. She predicted it, warned Jim, was scoffed
at, and was right as rain as usual.
She was partly right. Trisha's daddy had no part in the pussy
fucking of Trisha, and did all he could to prevent any. Most of
the men were good about helping, but the boys were impossible and
were getting punk's revenge. They managed to get to her on the
way out, all two weeks, and on the way back. His own sons were
the worst of the lot, a major disappointment.
Trisha didn't have it as bad as it looked, and the trip wasn't a
total disaster for her. The trip home was, and that was because
of a mix up. Jim put the nine older boys in the camper trailer
that he towed behind his pickup thinking that Lester had Trish
riding in his car with him. Lester thought Trish was riding in
the cab with her father. The boys had her in the trailer, told
Lester she was riding with Jim, told Jim she was with Lester. No
one checked. Trish suffered a three-hundred-mile gang bang,
arrived home naked with only a blanket to wrap around her. The
poor thing couldn't even walk. It did look bad.
Jim felt like a complete ass. The boys got one over on him, but
they had been doing that for two whole weeks. It was like a game
after the third day. Trisha was being a good sport about it,
almost neutral like the camp cunt with no say in the matter, like
a passive observer of the fuck the camp cunt game. The game had
rules. One being that any dick that got in got to finish. When
she wasn't getting fucked, she was being pissed on.
She didn't seem to mind that, either. Before long, they were all
pissing on her. Defenders pissed on her to make her less
desirable to attackers. The attackers pissed after being foiled
or after a successful assault as a victory celebration, up the
ass, a piss enema. Defenders celebrated a successful foiling in
the same way, a good excuse to fuck her in the ass. Even Daddy
Jim got in on that deal. The net result was two groups of fuckers
playing a dumb game that got the camp cunt nothing but fucked and
looking it.
Jim had to listen to Joann's I told you sos, but he was quick to
tell her that he didn't fuck her. The boys were quict to correct
him, informing their mother that he fucked Trisha in the ass
twenty-three times. Jim was quick to amend that to never having
fucked her pussy. Joann pointed out that fucked is fucked. Trisha
was with her mother on that.
This scene and conversation took place in Trisha's bedroom with
the whole family gathered around her bed after the daddy removed
the blanket to reveal a very fucked girl with a very fucked
looking cunt between legs that were wide apart and remained that
way. That very fucked beaver became the focal point. Even Trisha
got up on her elbows to get a better look at the focal point.
Even back home, safe and sound in her bed, she was still playing
the neutral observer role, a role Joann was getting a taste of
and finding quite interesting.
It only got more interesting until it became fascinating, like
they were discussing a disembodied vagina that wasn't attached to
the girl, same with the asshole, same with the tits. Tits, ass,
and pussy went on a camping trip and they were all used by
campers just as Joann had predicted they would be. She was right
as rain. Trisha should have left the tits, ass, and pussy at
home. It was foolish to take all of that young female stuff out
there. Guys see stuff like that, they'll fuck it, pussy
especially, especially one that looks like a little cunt.
The boys said they saw a lot of that pussy out there. Trisha said
that she did, too. Jim said it was between her legs the whole
time. The boys said that every time Trisha spread her legs, they
saw a cunt. Trisha said that she did, too.
Joann caught on fast but wasn't sure what she caught on fast to,
but she did like the game they were playing, and this silly game
was bringing the family back together after almost two years of
being in different sexual camps following the cheating discovery.
More than anything, Joann wanted them all together again, on any
terms, but had no idea how to bring that about without returning
to being a faithful wife who didn't fuck sons. She didn't think
she could be that way ever again, but this was feeling like they
were all together again, and that was very exciting, felt
wonderful. Somehow, the key was Trisha's cunt. They were all
coming together around Trisha's cunt.
When it was her turn, she said, "Well, a girl can't keep her legs
closed for two solid weeks. The pussy was bound to come out and
be seen. Pussy that looks this good is going to get fucked. When
a girl as young and sexy as Trisha spreads her legs in front of
horny men and young men, her body language says look at my pussy
which is as good as saying, would you guys like to fuck my
pussy."
Trisha said, "Mom, you are so right. That was what it was like
every time I spread my legs. It was like my pussy could talk and
the guys all knew what it was saying."
Jim said, "To me it always said fuck her in the ass. To most
others, it just said fuck me, pick a hole and fuck me. I did try
to keep her legs together, but like you say, a girl has got to
spread her legs now and then. Her biggest problem was brothers
who yank her legs apart and hold them so all the guys who want to
fuck a great pussy get to."
Joann said, "Boys will be boys, Jim, and these boys are all
mother fuckers. They treat me the same way only mine is a cunt
between the legs of a fuckin cunt. What's a mother to do?"
Jim smiled and took his wife by the hips, stood close and said,
"Honey, I know what you must be going through. I'm so lucky to
only have one daughter to deal with. She takes my pecker and has
her way with it. What's a father to do?"
"There's nothing you can do but pray she doesn't put your pecker
in her pussy and suck all your sperm out. I pray she doesn't take
me by the ears to put my face between her legs. I'd be so fucked
if she did that."
"You would be if I was in the room."
"Really!"
"Very fucked."
"Hummm, I suppose I should take a close look at that poorpussy."
"I think you should. She has a bad owie between her legs. Mommy
needs to kiss her owie."
"A mommy must."
Joann went to give that poor pussy a nice owie kiss, got her head
grabbed and her face fucked. True to his word, Big Jim fucked Big
Jim's wife for the first time in two years. That bitch went nuts
and got the mother fuckers all excited. After Big Jim got through
with her, they started in. All was right in the family again.
Joann wanted to take up camping. The camp needed two camp cunts,
so all was perfect.
The End
Read other stories by the same author by visiting Phantom Base at
HTTP://WWW.PhilPhantom.Com
CAUTION: Exercise caution and good sense before engaging in
unsafe sex practices that involve any exchange of body fluid,
even contact with open sores or small cuts. Scenes involving
large objects, tattoos, bestial sex, body waste ingestion,
bindings, devices and gadgets are the stuff of fantasy and are
offered to promote the only safe sex there is - masturbation.
Before you try anything, find out what the risks and hazards are
because they can all be deadly. Read, enjoy, and remember - sex
with minors should be left to other minors. PP
<1st attachment end>
----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------
Notice: This post has been modified from its original
format. The post was sent as an email attachment and
has been converted by ASSTR ASSM moderation software.
----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------
------- ASSM Moderation System Notice--------
This post has been reformatted by the ASSM
Moderation Team due to inadequate formatting.
--
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
| alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com> |
| FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderator: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
|Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d, look for subject {ASSD}|
|Archive at <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org> Hosted by <http://www.asstr-mirror.org> |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+