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From: "Norm DePloom" <NormNonSpamusDePloom@hotmail.com>
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Subject: {ASSM} RP (?) "Babysitting Jeremy" Part 03{Norm DePloom}(MFfb,cons,inc)
Date: Mon, 28 Jul 2003 02:10:04 -0400
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Caveat lector.

If you don't like sex stories, don't read it.
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don't read it.
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Copyright (C) 2003 Norm DePloom.  ALL Rights Reserved
This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit
without the written permission of the author.  This story
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All the characters and events in this story are fictional;
any resemblance to real people or events is entirely
coincidental.

Babysitting Jeremy
Part 03

By
Norm DePloom

First off, I want to say that passing out during an orgasm
isn't normal for me.  When I regained consciousness, Mrs.
Hoover had straightened her clothes and was once again
sitting on the couch, prim and proper, showing no signs that
moments before she had been finger fucking herself in front
of her husband, her son, and the family's new sex toy, me.
Not that I'd been able to pay much attention to Mrs.
Hoover's display of female masturbation since I was too
busy putting on one of my own.  There was a long moment of
silence as if even the members of the male audience needed
some time to recover from the double female orgasm.

"Get off the table," Mr. Hoover ordered after everyone's
breathing returned to nearly normal.  I climbed off the
table, but had to lean over and support myself with a hand
on the top of the coffee table until my thighs quit
quivering and decided to support me once more.  With only
a few trembles still vibrating through my thighs, I stepped
over and stood in front of Mr. Hoover.

"Come over here, Jeremy," Mr. Hoover said to his son.
Jeremy came over and stood beside me, two naked kids being
looked at by two clothed adults.  "Jeremy, I want you to
lie down on your back on the coffee table."  I turned and
watched as Jeremy, his perpetually hard little-boy cock
sticking out from his body, laid down on the table.  He
didn't seem to mind laying in the slime left on the table
by my drooling pussy.

"You kneel beside the table facing Jeremy," Mr. Hoover
instructed, as he stood up from his chair.  I knelt as I
was instructed while Mr. Hoover crossed the room.

"We really have no control over you," Mr. Hoover said, as
he walked back with a large bulge in the front of his
trousers and a camera in his hand, "it was just our word
against yours."

"Stroke Jeremy's cock and balls," he instructed.  I wrapped
my right hand around Jeremy's genitals and began to stroke
him as his father directed.

"Now, that's all going to change," Mr. Hoover continued,
as the camera began to flash.  Mr. Hoover took several
pictures of me playing with his son's hard dick.

"Now suck on his cock."  As I lowered my head and opened
my mouth to take Jeremy's hard, little-boy cock between my
lips, I could feel myself sinking deeper into the control
of others.  What seemed strange to me at the time was how
comfortable I felt drifting into this state.  The flashing
camera, taking pictures that would forever put me under the
control of this man and woman seemed more of a comfort than
a threat.  It was with a rush of relief that I realized that
I would no longer be responsible for deciding who I would
and would not fuck.  My ability to choose and the nightmare
responsibility to make my choices properly was forever
lifted.  I sucked even more enthusiastically on Jeremy's
hard cock and, after moving the hair aside so Mr. Hoover
could get a good picture of my face, looked directly into
the camera lens as he snapped a picture of his son's cock
in my mouth.  I was kneeling across the table from Mrs.
Hoover, and as her husband snapped the pictures of her son's
cock fucking in and out of my mouth, she once again spread
her legs and began to finger herself while she watched the
depraved scene in front of her.

It had never occurred to me that I might find other people
who were as turned on by perversity as I was.  I gladly
followed Mr. Hoover's instructions as he moved us from cock
sucking, to Jeremy licking my pussy, to Jeremy between my
legs, just as he had been one week earlier,
enthusiastically fucking my wet eager pussy while his
father snapped picture after picture of the scene.  When
Jeremy was finally finished, and climbed off, his father
took several more pictures of just me, laying on my back
with my nipples hard with excitement and my legs spread in
an obscene invitation to be fucked some more.

"Now," he said snapping the last picture, a close up of my
just fucked cunt oozing lubricant onto the top of the table,
"you're ours."  I moaned, and almost came, when I heard him
say those words.  Never before or since have three words
had such a powerful effect on me, and my life.  Mr. Hoover
returned the camera to its place then walked back to his
chair.  The four of us remained in silence for a few moments
after Mr. Hoover sat down.  I think we were all
contemplating the magnitude of what had just been done and
said.

"Come here," Mr. Hoover said, leaning back in his chair,
Mr. Hoover stretched his legs out in front of him.  I could
see his hard cock clearly outlined by the tight material
of his trousers; it seemed to stretch all the way up to his
belt buckle.

"You know what I want," he continued, after I'd once again
climbed off the table and stood in front of him.  I swallowed
hard and nodded my head.  No one made a sound as I slowly
knelt between Mr. Hoover's legs.  I ran my hands up and down
the bulge in his trousers.  I could feel his hard cock
throbbing against the palms of my hands.  I have since
handled so many cocks that I could never count them, or
remember them all, but when I think about that night, and
my first encounter with a hard, fully-grown, adult man-cock,
I still get wet and excited.  Every cell in my body seemed
to be saturated with some form of sexual adrenalin as I
moved my hands over the hard cloth-covered cock.  The
experience was seared into my brain with some form super
high definition memory.  I can still feel the way my wrists
rested on the underside of Mr. Hoover's hard throbbing cock,
I can still smell the odor of his body as I unbuckled his
belt, then unbuttoned his pants.  I can still see the way
the material separated exposing the hard naked cock to my
view as I carefully pulled the zipper tab down.  I can still
feel the movement of my arms as I pulled the two halves of
the fly open then, without taking my eyes from the organ,
clasped the base of his cock with both hands and moved them
slowly up to the head, then back down.  As I moved them back
up toward the head again, a drop of liquid appeared on the
slit at the top of the cockhead.

"That," Mrs. Hoover told me as she leaned forward for a
better view, "is called pre-cum.  It's sort of like our
pussy secretions; it's supposed to help with lubrication.
Some men don't produce enough to notice; others, like my
husband, produce so much that it oozes down their cocks.
If you're going to be my husband's little fuck slut, you'd
better learn to enjoy the taste of his pre-cum, he produces
more of it than any other man I've ever seen."  After
listening to Mrs. Hoover's explanation, I leaned forward
and, extending my tongue, touched just the tip to the drop
of fluid still balanced at the top of Mr. Hoover's cockhead.
The fluid seemed to crawl up my tongue and permeate my taste
glands.  It wasn't unpleasant, exactly, but was a totally
new taste.  There was nothing I could think of to compare
it to.  Mr. Hoover placed his hand on the back of my head
and slowly pushed my mouth down over his cockhead.  Still
holding the base of his cock with both hands I slowly took
as much of the large thick organ as I could into my mouth.
I kept taking more and more of it until I started to gag,
then I backed off.

"The whore is going to need some cocksucking lessons."  Mrs.
Hoover said with a delighted tone.

"And your just the person to give them to her," Mr. Hoover
said reaching over and taking his wife's hand while I moved
my mouth up and down his hard cock shaft.

"Thank you dear," Mrs. Hoover replied.  She seemed to be
quit pleased with the implied complement of her ability to
pleasure a man's cock with her mouth.  As I continued to
move my mouth up and down the shaft, I noticed that the still
naked Jeremy was, once again, sitting next to his mother.
When he slipped his hand under his mother's skirt, she
spread her legs in invitation, then leaned back and sighed
with contentment when her son's hand made contact with its
obvious target.  I was beginning to get the idea that I may
not have been Jeremy's first.  I loved the feel of Mr.
Hoover's hard flesh moving over my lips and tongue, and I
have loved sucking cocks ever since.  I quickly forgot about
Jeremy and his mother and lost myself in the feel, smell,
and taste of cock.  As his excitement grew, Mr. Hoover held
the sides of my head with his hands and began to pump his
hips, fucking his large, thick, hard cock deeper and deeper
into my mouth.  He hit my gag point several times in
succession, causing me to grip his legs in desperation
while tears flowed from my eyes.  On the fifth or sixth
thrust into the back of my mouth, I, mostly by accident,
swallowed just as the head of his cock reached my gag point,
when I did this his cock slipped into my throat.  My eyes
must have been as big as saucers as Mr. Hoover continued
to push his hard dick further and further into my face until
my stretched lips and my nose were pressed into his kinky
pubic hair.  It took several more thrusts of Mr. Hoover's
cock before I really got the hang of it and was able to take
it all the way down my throat every time without gagging
and chocking.  The perversity, and nasty-ness, of hearing
Mrs. Hoover moaning, and encouraging her son, while he
played with his mother's cunt as Mr. Hoover's cock slid in
and out of my mouth and throat, sent chills of excitement
over my body.  I could feel my vaginal secretions oozing
from my pussy and spreading over my inner thighs.  I wanted
to feel a cock inside my cunt so bad I could hardly stand
it.  I realized I was making obscene fucking motions with
my hips in time with Mr. Hoover's cock fucking in and out
of my face.

"Don't swallow," Mr. Hoover ordered, as he held just the
head of his hard cock in my mouth.  I felt and tasted the
warm viscous fluid as it surged from Mr. Hoover's body into
mine.

"Don't swallow," he said again, as he pulled his cock from
my mouth.  Holding the top of my head with a handful of hair,
Mr. Hoover pulled me, on my hands and knees, toward his wife.
I had no idea what he was doing, but Mrs. Hoover obviously
did, and didn't like it.

"Hell no," she said, pushing her son's hand from her crotch
and slamming her legs together, "I may have to watch you
fuck your new sex toy but I don't have to."

"Shut the fuck up," Mr. Hoover did not shout, in fact he
spoke in a quite tone of voice that, somehow, carried more
authority than yelling would have.  "You will do exactly
as you are told, and you fucking well know it.  Now spread
your legs."  Mrs. Hoover, much subdued, but still radiating
icy rage spread her legs and pulled her skirt up, exposing
her cunt.  Still holding my hair, Mr. Hoover pulled my head
between his wife's wide spread thighs and pushed my face
tightly against her crotch.

"Lick my wife's pussy, slut," he ordered, "and work my cum
just as far inside her cunt as your tongue will reach."  I
worked my cum coated tongue between the lips of Mrs.
Hoover's pussy, tasting for the first time the salty, musky
flavor of cunt.  Jeremy, and his father, stood on each side
of me and watched as I snaked my tongue in, out, and around
Mrs. Hoover's pussy.  I closed my eyes and concentrated on
my new assignment.

"Do you remember what we talked about?"  Mr. Hoover asked
his son.

"Yes father," Jeremy answered with a very serious tone.

"Now is the time you should do it."  After Mr. Hoover spoke,
I felt Jeremy kneeling behind  me and, anticipating that
my overly excited pussy would get some attention, I rocked
back and forth a couple of times moving first one knee, then
the other, spreading my legs further apart.  I was not
disappointed, I felt Jeremy use his hands to spread me open
even further, then felt his hard, little-boy cock slip into
my wet pussy.  Mrs. Hoover grasped a handful of hair on each
side of my head and, after pulling my mouth snug up against
her cunt, pressed her thighs together.  The effect was to
hold my head immobile and, effectively, to gag me with her
pussy.  As soon as I was thus prepared, Jeremy pulled his
hard cock out of my cunt.  I moaned my disappointment into
Mrs. Hoover's tender, wet flesh until I felt the tip of her
son's hard dick pressing against my ass.  Never in my,
admittedly, short life had I ever imagined anyone sticking
anything into that opening.  If there had been pictures of
people doing it in the Hoover's sex book I had failed to
see them.

"Push hard," I heard Mr. Hoover instruct his son as his wife
held me immobile and pussy-gagged.  As big as Jeremy's as
yet not fully-grown cock had felt in my virgin cunt the week
before, it felt ten times bigger as he slowly pushed it into
my anus.  I could feel my anal sphincter stretching in an
uncomfortable, but not entirely unpleasant fashion to
accommodate the intruder.  Just as much as I was thankful
that it was not Mr. Hoover's much larger cock interring my
ass first, I was equally sure that it would be occupying
that spot before Mrs. Hoover released my face from its wet,
musky confines.

"Now, son, you have taken all of her virginity."  Mr. Hoover
said to his son as soon as Jeremy's hard cock was fully
seated in my rectum.  "You were the first one in her mouth,
the first one in her cunt and, now, the first one in her
ass."  I felt Jeremy's cock twitch with excitement inside
me as his father talked to him about his taking of my
virginity.

"In a certain very real way," Jeremy's father continued as
Jeremy began to fuck in and out of my rear, "she will always
be your bitch; no one else can ever be her first fuck."  In
spite of the initial discomfort, my sphincter soon got used
to being stretched and the feel of Jeremy's cock moving in
my ass began to stimulate me.  As I responded to this
stimulation by fucking my tongue deeply into Mrs. Hoover's
cunt and pushing myself forcefully back onto Jeremy's cock,
I wondered if I would ever find anything so perverse that
I couldn't get turned on by it.  The sounds from the room
were muffled by Mrs. Hoover's thighs, bur I heard Jeremy
moan loudly and felt his hard cock twitch several times in
my rectum.  He wasn't producing cum yet, but he had great
orgasms anyway.

Jeremy's cock slipped out of my body and a moment later,
I began to panic as I felt Mr. Hoover's much larger cockhead
rubbing up and down the folds of my pussy lips.  Whether
he forced his hard cock into my cunt, or my ass, it was going
to be the largest thing I'd ever had inside me.  Mrs. Hoover
did her job well and held me in place, on my hands and knees
with my mouth full of pussy.  Every time I inhaled, I got
a lung full of heavy musky cunt odor.  I felt my pussy lips
spreading as Mr. Hoover pushed his cockhead deeper into the
folds of my 'almost' virgin cunt.  The stretching didn't
hurt, not even when he pushed completely inside me.  I felt
incredibly 'full' and found it to be a very pleasing feeling.
I could tell I was going to enjoy being fucked by grown up
cocks even more than I enjoyed little boy cocks, not that
I didn't love having Jeremy's cock inside me, and always
would.  Mr. Hoover was right about that, Jeremy, and his
cock would always be very special to me.  I would always
do everything I could to please him because he was my first,
and that would always be special.

"Listen to the whore moan," Mrs. Hoover said as she rubbed
her pussy on my face, "it feels like a vibrator against my
cunt.  Make the slut moan some more, will you dear?"  Mr.
Hoover fucked his large hard cock in and out of my pussy
several more times, then pulled it out completely.  I knew
what was going to happen next, and it scared me, but I was
being held firmly in place and had no opportunity to move,
or protest as I felt Mr. Hoover's cockhead begin to push
against my anal sphincter.  Having a large hard man-cock
slowly pushed into my ass wasn't just uncomfortable, it
hurt.  I'm sure I screamed, and squealed, and begged him
to stop, but it was all muffled by Mrs. Hoover's warm wet
pussy.  I was sure my butt hole was being irreparably ripped
apart.  I thought he'd never get his monster inside me.  At
least it felt like a monster at the time.  I'd feel him pull
an inch of his cock out of my abused ass, only to have him
push two inches back in.

"Shh, it's ok little whore," Mrs. Hoover said as she lifted
my face from her cunt and gently moved the soggy strands
of hair from my tear streaked face, "he's almost done.  It
always hurts the first few times," Mrs. Hoover continued
as she used her fingers to wipe some of the tears off my
face, and cradled my head in her lap.  I felt another inch
of Mr. Hoover's cock slip into my ass and moaned.

"Just relax, little whore, just relax, It won't hurt as much
if you stay as relaxed as you can."  Mrs. Hoover had suddenly
become much more understanding, her calling me 'little
whore' sounded more like a term on endearment, and I was
to find that it would be, for ever afterward, Mrs. Hoover's
special nickname for me when no strangers around.  She even
took to calling me 'L W' when we were in public together.

"Trust me, Little Whore," Mrs. Hoover continued as another
inch of Mr. Hoover's cock forced its way inside my bowels,
"once you get used to it, a good ass fuck can be one of the
most exciting things that a man can do to you."  At the
moment, I was having trouble believing Mrs. Hoover's claim.
I felt movement under my body, and a moment later felt a
mouth on my left nipple.  Since I wasn't being held with
my face tightly against Mrs. Hoover's pussy any longer I
moved my head just enough to look, and saw Jeremy on his
back underneath me sucking on my nipple.  As I watched, he
began to finger my cunt and clitoris while his father pushed
more of his cock into my rear.

When Mr. Hoover was fully buried in my ass, he held his cock
there, not moving, while he and Mrs. Hoover gently caressed
my back, and Jeremy continued to suck on my nipples and
finger my pussy and clitoris.  Mr. Hoover moved his hands
over my skin, down my back, over my quivering fanny, and
down the backs of my thighs, then he brought them back up
the inside of my thighs back over my fanny to my back once
again.  Mrs. Hoover ran her hands over my upper back, up
and down my arms and over the sides of my breasts.  Both
of them continued caressing my body while their son sucked
and played with me from underneath, until I relaxed from
the anal assault and began to show signs of building sexual
excitement.

"Our Little Whore is beginning to like having a cock in her
ass," Mrs. Hoover said, as my hips started moving.  I made
several gentle, experimental thrusts barely moving my ass
on Mr. Hoover's hard cock.  This isn't so bad, I thought
as Mr. Hoover began to gently move his cock inside my body.
I still didn't see how it could be more exciting than
anything else Mr. Hoover might want to do to me, but I knew
I could, at the very least, take a cock up my ass when
necessary and have it be OK.

I had this sudden image of myself as a she wolf being
serviced by the alpha male while one of my pups was suckling
from below, and I moaned deeply and thrust back even harder
on Mr. Hoover's hard cock.  Mr. Hoover's gentle movements
were evolving into more forceful fuck strokes in and out
of my ass.  Mrs. Hoover spread her legs and pushed my head
back between her thighs, not to restrain me, or to silence
my screams, but to enjoy the feel of my tongue fucking in
and out of her cunt and flicking back and forth over her
clitoris as she enjoyed the sight of her husband fucking
my fanny.  Jeremy continued to suck and play with me,
seemingly oblivious to anything else in the world.

At first the hard cock fucking in and out of my rear was
a mild, not entirely pleasant distraction from the sexual
excitement of having Jeremy play with me while I licked his
mother's pussy, then, slowly, the cock pumping in my ass
began to take on a major role in my sexual excitement in
and of itself.  A few minutes later, much to my surprise,
I realized that the hard dick thrusting forcefully in and
out of my rectum was the 'main event' as far as my lust was
concerned and Jeremy's sucking and fingering, along with
his mother's pussy, had become secondary.

What I found most amazing, at the time, was that Mr.
Hoover's cock fucking my ass had not really stopped hurting,
but somehow the discomfort seemed to add to the excitement.
The second most amazing thing I discovered while
experiencing my first 'real' anal sex, was how much I loved
licking a cunt.  The taste and smell seemed to go right to
my brain like a powerful addictive drug, and switch on every
lust circuit I had.  I pushed her legs further apart and
concentrated my attention on her clitoris.  I sucked the
little nub between my lips and flicked the tip of my tongue
up and down, then back and forth over it.  I was determined
to make Mrs. Hoover cum before her husband dumped his load
of sperm into my colon.

"Oh, god this young bitch has a tight ass," Mr. Hoover
moaned as he thrust himself into me with ever increasing
force and depth.

"Mmmm, our Little Whore has a talented tongue."  I could
feel Mrs. Hoover's thigh muscles contracting rhythmically
as she fucked her cunt against my face. "Oh god, oh god,
make me cum Little Whore, make me cum."  I did my best to
follow Mrs. Hoover's orders and soon had her screaming in
ecstasy as she ground herself on my slime covered face.  Mr.
Hoover was right with her, bellowing and slamming his cock
into my rear with wild abandon.  It seems that neither one
of them had ever heard of the concept of quite demure
orgasms.











-- 
Norm DePloom

"If it were done when 'tis done,
then 'twere well It were done quickly"-
Macbeth

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