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From: "GS" <gsstories@yahoo.com.au>
Subject: {ASSM} Naked, I Walked Home - Four (MF Mf mf, nc, inc)
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Date: Sat, 14 Feb 2004 01:10:07 -0500
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This story has been in ASSTR for a while now, but I noticed it never made it
to the newsgroup despite my attempts to post it by email - so, this is a
repost, of sorts.

Regards,

GS
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/GS/www/

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NAKED, I WALKED HOME - Four (MF Mf mf, nc, inc)
by GS

The sun had set majestically into the ocean just an hour ago, but there
was still enough light to see by as I wandered the streets. Many of the
houses were lit and I could see into their living rooms. Number
seventeen - an old man, sitting alone in an old chair, his old
television lighting his face with random splashes of garish colour,
looking supremely comfortable. Number ten - Three small children near a
couch, running on awkward feet into each other, plastic swords at the
ready. Number five - A lone mother, sitting poised with a chocolate in
one hand and a paperback in the other, eyes downcast, mouthing unheard
words at her unseen husband. Next to that an unlit house, but with a
backyard visible around the side of the house. Splashing sounds, mixed
with childish chatter and a gruff voice, suggested a family spending an
evening in the pool.

I reached the last house in the street, and saw that there were two
balloons attached to the tree outside on the road, although one had all
but deflated. All of the lights were on, and I heard the unmistakeable
sounds of pop music juttering through the window. I peered more closely
at the house, but the windows were mostly shrouded by the plush,
overgrown garden.

I investigated by following the garden path to the porch and opening the
front door. The music swelled around me and I was immediately warmed,
having come from a chilly night. In the small entryway, I could hear a
multitude of placid voices in another room, but nobody was visible. I
opened a door and found myself in a kitchen. I saw there was a large
cake near the sink, clumsily adorned with the words: Happy 18th Kelly!
On the fridge I saw an embroidered invitation to a birthday party, far
too professional to have been organised by anything but militantly
efficient parents. I also saw a list. I don't recall any of the names,
but many were preceded by "Uncle" or "Cousin"; only a few names were
listed under the heading "Friends".

In the kitchen the voices and music was much louder and I could tell
that the party was in the adjoining room. The door abruptly opened and a
woman entered, pretty but middle-aged. Her large breasts were firmly
defined in a flashy top, which did not really go all that well with her
shoulder-length black hair.

"Oh!" she said. "You must be..."

She paused for a moment.

"Actually I don't know," she twittered. "Who you are!"

I told her my name and she nodded in uncertain acknowledgement. Then,
smiling and prancing about a little, she lit the candles on the cake and
asked me for help carrying it out. I grasped one side of the large
platter and lifted with her, the cake perched between us. It was creamy
and looked very sugary. She hesitantly smiled at me again and, turning
off the lights to enhance the effect of the candles, made for the door.

"Turn out the lights!" she called merrily through the door. In response
I heard a number of middle-aged "Oh!"s and then the noise subsided to a
general murmur. The music was switched off. A young man said something
and a young woman's voice laughed loudly, abruptly dying away. My
co-cake holder looked at me with a sparkle in her eye and opened the
door.

The lights were dimmed in the lounge room, so I could mostly only make
out silhouettes until my eyes adjusted. Before us lay a table, where we
deposited the cake. People seemed to look at me momentarily, uncertain
as to who I was but unconcerned; I was obviously -someone's- friend. In
a rough semi-circle, the family was laid out before me in its natural
hierarchy. At the front, I saw a large bearded man who could only be the
father; next to him gangly young men who could only have been brothers,
and a blonde who looked sisterly. Around them were aunts and uncles and
behind them, hidden behind the balding pates and high wigs, the more
youthful cousins. Youngish children of various shapes and sizes were
scattered around the edges, some old enough to be school friends, some
bored enough to be family friends, the rest miscellaneous children who
always show up at family parties. And there, smiling before the glow of
the cake, a giddy eighteen-year-old brunette, her face flushed a little
at the attention. She was wearing a sleek black evening dress specially
made by her aunt for the occasion. Her figure suggested that she was
grown up, her form filling out the womanly shapes in all the right
areas, but I saw that she still had braces on her teeth, and a spot or
two of acne. She also had dimples that made her face particularly young
and attractive when she smiled, which she was now.

A brazen uncle started singing happy birthday and we all sang, my
dubious harmonies contributing to the cacophony. The song ended and I
edged behind the birthday girl to avoid attention. She shrugged her
shoulders in delight and thanked us, and then bent down to blow out the
candles. After the first attempt there were three candles still lit; she
quickly extinguished these on her second attempt, to the apparent
amusement of the crowd. With the candles out, we were plunged into
darkness. An amused cry went up for the light switch, and the guests
heard a startled yelp. After a brief fumble, the lights were back on.

Someone started singing "Why Was She Born So Beautiful?", and another
joined in, but they were quickly cut short when they saw what lay before
them. Pressed down against the table was the birthday girl, her bosom
mashed into the cream cake, making a mess of both the cake and her
front. Her mouth was open in a silent gasp, her eyes wide open and
staring in shock at the table top. Her dress was pushed up around her
waist, revealing her creamy round buttocks, the panties splayed
awkwardly halfway down her legs. My erect cock, which I had freed
earlier, stood poised at her pussy, smearing precum onto her exposed
labia. I held her in position, pushing her breasts further into the cake
with an audible squelch and, the onlookers entranced, wormed my stiff
rod slowly into her. They saw clearly how the thick shaft stopped
halfway in; they saw equally clearly how a sharp jab ruptured her hymen
and allowed me to push balls deep inside of her. She yelped as I took
her virginity, her family the sacred witnesses of the event. I looked
over my shoulder and saw the cake woman, obviously the girl's mother,
with her hand held over her mouth. The big bearded man, the father,
wanted to speak or act, but could do nothing.

I paused for a moment, and in the awestruck silence undressed, pulling
my pants down with one hand and flinging off my top. I handed my
underpants to the girl's mother and she mutely took them. I may have
thanked her, but I can't remember. Regardless, I steadied myself and
properly mounted the girl.

The crowd stood silent as I thrust into her, so that the only sound
heard was the slap of my balls against her ass and the grunt that she
would give on each inward thrust. I bent down over her, my chest pressed
flat against her back, and increased my pace. I brushed her hair away
from the back of her neck and licked her near her earlobes. The zip at
the back of the dress was pressing into my chest as I rested atop her,
so I pulled the zip back. It went halfway down her back, showing her bra
straps, but then became stuck. I tugged at it again but it was caught.
With a yank, I pulled it once more, and the zip partially broke off,
ripping the dress further down the back. Now that the material had
started to tear I continued to rip it all the way to the bottom hem,
revealing the full, smooth white flesh of her back. I stood upright once
more and ran my hands up and down her back, from her downy neck to her
back to the dimpled beginnings of her soft white buttocks.

My own pace and grunting increased as her pussy involuntarily spasmed
around me. She was incoherently saying something, muffled from my
position. I pulled her upright for a moment and her dress, already torn
beyond repair, fell from her body, exposing her round, bra-clad tits for
all the world to see. I tried to undo her bra strap, expecting another
struggle, but it appeared that my skill was improving; the bra
delicately unclasped and fell neatly away. Her younger cousins saw her
jutting nipples for just a second, until I pushed her down once more.
Her bare heavy breasts mushed roughly into the remains of the cake
again, making it's structure tilt dangerously forward. Each thrust of
mine would only increase the damage, as her cream-encrusted breasts
swayed back and forth into it.

My abrupt sexual assault appeared to have affected the family gathered
around me. The younger children and grandparents could do nothing but
openly gape, but some of the younger generation were absently rubbing at
their crotches, masturbating unawares. One boy, later identified as the
thirteen-year-old cousin Daniel, pulled down his pants and brought forth
his developing cock, pounding it with his fist savagely as he watched.

An older boy, more of a young man, dark-eyed and dark-haired, also
brought forth his erection. Near him was a girl a few years younger than
him, with deep blonde locks that fell beyond her shoulders, and pert
little breasts. I don't know if they were related, but he pulled her
towards him and pushed down on her shoulders. Not knowing what else to
do, she obediently sank to her knees, but facing away from him. She just
stared uncomprehendingly, not understanding what was going on. With both
hands he took hold of her long blonde hair, like a mother about to plait
it, and still holding it in his hands, began to masturbate. I imagined
on some girls that would be itchy, but this girl's hair looked very soft
and gentle indeed. I tried to think of it, fucking a girl's hair. He was
certainly breathing heavily in pleasure as the girl looked on,
nonplussed.

I almost came on an inward thrust and paused inside the birthday girl,
straining to hold back. I succeeded, only leaking more precum into her.
I pulled slowly out, my sensitive cock wanting to spurt it's seed inside
her at every moment, but restraining itself on the promise of being
enveloped again by the warm tightness of the once-virginal woman. She
allowed herself to be stood upright and turned over. I lay her down on
her back, onto the table, and in a daze she acceded, allowing her head
to be placed back into the cake. As her head lay itself down another
boy, this one black-haired and blue-eyed, put his dick near her face and
glossed her cheek with some of his immature precum.

The sticky cream of the cake stuck in her hair and smeared her tits. I
leant down to lick some cream from her shaking breasts, and then pulled
her legs up, putting her ankles onto my shoulders. I slipped my slick
cock into her cunt and began again to thrust. I delighted in groping her
upper thighs. The boy near her face came. It was not a heavy load, but
it was forceful enough to make her flinch. Translucent cum trickled down
her cheek and into her ear.

Despite the wet, silken lack of friction as I humped the girl, I soon
felt my balls aching. Tightly clasping her legs against my chest, and
biting down on an ankle, I came in her. The sperm blasted from my cock
like a fire hose, wildly spraying her womb with potent seed, leaving the
walls of her pussy adorned with thick ropes of semen.

I stayed inside her for a minute or two, absently staring at her
stomach, plugging my cum inside her. I rubbed her stomach with my hand,
marvelling at it's solidity.

I looked around and saw that the scene had further degenerated around
me. The boy who had first pulled down his pants looked ready to burst,
and even as I watched he looked frantically around for somewhere to cum.
He looked yearningly in my direction, but was too timid to approach his
cousin while I stood there embedded inside her. He quickly grabbed
another girl even younger than himself, not even a teenager, and she
unwillingly stumbled towards him. They stood face to face and she stared
wide-eyed at his wanking, her clear blue eyes shining uncertainly at
this new experience. with his free hand the boy hurriedly grabbed the
front of her blouse and stepped towards her, pressing his wet cock into
her belly button. From where I stood I could not see him cum, but I
heard him grunting and watched him sway back and forth, and even saw
some loose strands of cum patter to the ground. When the girl turned
around so I could see her, I saw cum all over her belly. Her blouse fell
back over her stomach and stained dark. The boy, seemingly embarrassed
by this, hurriedly grabbed her back and pulled the waistband of her
little skirt towards him. Face to face again, she leaned back and
watched as he hurriedly stuffed the cum down her skirt and into her
panties, where he presumed that the stains would not be noticeable. My
cock started to harden once more, and I thrust experimentally into the
birthday girl. She gasped lightly.

The young man near me who was fucking the girl's hair also appeared to
be on the brink. I didn't notice when he came, as he just kept pumping
the whole time. But I saw the girl shiver, as one would when something
cold and icky jets deep into their hair, and eventually he stopped and
pulled his slimy cock free. Some strands of the girls hair, darkened and
matted together, stuck to his cock. He pulled them away and they flicked
heavily back into her plumage and stood out sharply against the
strawberry blonde. A heavy, pregnant trickle of cum slowly made it's way
down the side of her neck.

This sight so aroused me that my weary cock became contentedly erect
once more, and I slid in and out of her sloppy cunt. She shifted
slightly on the table and turned her head away, looking pleadingly at
her family, but they were unmoved. My dick, spurred on by the base,
animalistic need to procreate, pounded into the girl relentlessly,
brutally using the tight pussy to get off. Some of the cum already
inside the girl leaked out as I fucked her, and I felt my balls getting
wet. I enjoyed the sound of my wet balls slapping against her ass.

 From out of nowhere a middle-aged man leapt up onto the table, his pants
already off, his angry phallus emerging from a wiry mass of pubic hair.
In a second her was on the girl, positioning himself to penetrate her
mouth. He faced the same way as me, on top of the table, so his feet
were near to me. It was not long before his buttocks were rising and
falling on the girls head, fucking her mouth. It was not a particularly
attractive sight from where I stood but it was an erotic one. This man
was probably one of the girl's uncles, but I never found out for sure.

The girl with cum in her hair was standing nearby, watching me in a
daze, and I gestured for her to approach. I ran a hand through her hair
and found it mostly silky, but in places sticky. I brushed a hand over
her developing tits. Grabbing the back of her head, I pulled it towards
mine, and kissed her deeply, rolling my tongue around inside her mouth.
She tried to jerk away, shocked by the kiss more than anything, but I
held on and vaguely humped away at the same time. I could suddenly hold
on no longer and plunged deep, spraying my load into a fertile womb once
more, but holding my passionate kiss. Oddly, both the blonde girl and
the birthday girl sucked in sharply as I came, as if sensing and being
aroused by the moral barriers that were being crossed. I ejaculated five
or six helpings of sperm into the girl and pulled out. I licked the
blonde girl's teeth one last time and let her head go. Pushing her to
her knees before me and taking a handful of her hair, I towelled off my
wet cock. Finally I wiped my cock on her face, once on each cheek.

I looked around me and saw a minority of people in various states of
undress. They were aroused, but seemed to be holding back, as if lacking
the initiative to make any moves. The man on the table was still fucking
the girl's face though, and where they bodies were unnaturally joined I
heard the sounds of sticky spittle being coughed up around a cock. I
took a miniature egg and lettuce sandwich from a small table, and left
through the kitchen.

Naked, I walked home.

THE END
gsstories@yahoo.com.au (comments, praise and criticism welcome)

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