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Warning: This story depicts explicit sex. If you are under 18 or are
offended by this type of material, read no further.
This is the first installment of an experimental stroke story involving
female domination. More sections may follow if the initial feedback is
favorable. Enjoy.
This is also a rewrite of the original version. Even if you enjoyed it
before, do yourself a favor and read it again. You may be pleasantly
surprised.
-head2fat-
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Nutblast 2004
[Part One]
(c) 2000,2004 Kari Alarus
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Chapter 1 - Scene of a Vicious Cock-tease
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Horns blared and sirens wailed. Vehicles straddled the curb at odd
angles. Multiple collisions clogged the main street. Dazed
pedestrians staggered dumbstruck down the sidewalks. Here and there an
elderly man lay collapsed on the ground, clutching at his chest.
Medics and police scurried quickly about the chaotic scene.
In the middle of the day, an unthinkably brazen display had just
crippled downtown Pleasanton. The culprits were three scantily clad,
coldly deliberate young women.
Early eyewitness statements collected by police begin to fill in the
details.
"My God! The things they did! It was darn near the death of me!"
wheezed an elderly man.
"Damned filthy sluts, all of them. Totally shameless!" cursed a
middle-aged woman.
"I guess I just [er] lost control of the car, but I couldn't help it!"
stammered one eighteen year-old.
"And to think that children were involved! Those hussies ought to
be locked up!" railed a 30-ish shrew.
"You'd better believe I was turned on. But at least I wasn't
beating my meat like Charlie, oops, I mean, like some of those other
guys!" croaked a local businessman.
"Wow! I'd never have the nerve to do that in public!" gushed a young
aspiring topless dancer.
"Yeah, the moms were pretty gross, but how about the schlongs on
those cute young guys?!" swooned a teenaged girl to her friend.
One old guy, in particular, proved to be an especially "useful"
witness. Old weird Harry's police report follows.
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Chapter 2 - Old Weird Harry's Report
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"Three stone-fox sluts all dressed alike, huge tits literally
bursting out of their of tiny white crops, strutted down Main Street
like they owned it. Their buttercream leather miniskirts with
those beautiful bare legs in ivory fuck-me pumps definitely got a
rise out of me. Damn, those skirts were so short you could see
their pretty shaved pussies peek out as they walked. They certainly
weren't wearing panties!
"Behind each juicy cunt trails a hapless and painfully uncomfortable
young boy. My guess is that the boys, around 13 or 14 years old,
were their sons. Well, the major reason for the boys' discomfort is
the fact that each is sporting a phenomenal boner, not a one less
than 9 inches! Their swollen cocks extend the full length of the
legs of their tight cotton shorts. The poor little guys are so
aroused that they are in virtual agony with the need to stroke
their meat. [I know I wanted to stroke mine.] And they would
have done so were their hands not securely tied behind their backs.
"Next thing I know is that the shameless sirens are slowly bending
over, in unison, just as if they'd choreographed it. My word! I'll
never forget those awesome heart-shaped asses and smooth-shaved
pouting pubes, so nastily exposed to the whole world! As they
paraded their luscious dripping-wet goodies in full view and within
nose hairs of their sexually superheated young charges, you could
tell by the boys' drop-jawed, glazed-over gazes that they were well
past the point of no return. As was everybody else!"
As Harry continues, the two male cops taking his statement nervously
adjust their trousers.
"As the sluts remain bent over, they gently insert two fingers, up to
the second joint, and begin to slowly, deliberately, and methodically
massage the swollen cracks of their now dripping cunts. You could
tell by the copious love juice streaming down their silky bronzed
thighs, that the bitches themselves were pretty turned on by their
nasty little show. To make matters worse, the bimbos' titanic tits
suddenly explode out of the tight flimsy crops. With their gorgeous
tits hanging like ripe honeydews, the three stacked vixens utter a
sultry "Oops", while displaying a sly little smile. They knew full
well the devastating effect this display was having on their boys.
Naturally, all hell breaks loose. The ensuing commotion is what you
now see."
Harry tries to suppress a chuckle as the two officers, now showing
visible discomfort, hobble stiffly to their patrol car.
As other witnesses are questioned, the following (unofficial) account
emerges.
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Chapter 2b - The Unofficial Account
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The little scene so shamelessly staged by the three nasty suspects
was so overtly brazen that not a single male could resist the urge
to brutally spank his monkey. Several women as well were discovered
indiscreetly fingering themselves to climax. Within minutes, gooey
jets of scalding cum were arcing and spurting everywhere. Thick
bolts of molten spunk streamed down windshields, walls, and plate
glass windows. The pungent, unmistakable aroma of boiled semen
permeated the very air. Most came so explosively that the blinding
force of their unavoidable climaxes made them dizzy and unsteady.
Mercifully, the precaution of tying the young boys' hands behind
their backs probably saved them from ferociously jerking themselves
to heart-rending climaxes. Yet, this did indeed befall several
elderly and middle-aged men who'd found themselves assaulted by this
erotically vicious display.
How hyper-aroused those poor little boys must have been! But
eventually, even they reached the limits of their stellar self-
control.
As the three deliberate dick-destroyers slowly straightened up, they
turned to inspect the devastating results of their slut's work on
their captive boys. It didn't help that the three moms took their
sweet time shamelessly adjusting their tiny crop tops and obscene
excuses for skirts. In the process they repeatedly smashed their
exposed asses into the boys' painful erections. Unable to hold
back any longer, the boys unleashed simultaneous cries of pent-up
release. The boys blasted so much thick steaming spunk down the
legs of their shorts that they collapsed from the blazing intensity
of their mercilessly deferred climaxes.
Ironically, rather than expressing pride at their sons' [actually
adopted sons] obvious displays of self-control, the slut vixens
loudly berated them. The moms expressed visible upset over the
public "humiliation" each had suffered because her son couldn't hold
his stuffing. [Yet after witnessing all that, what mortal man could
have!] Each promised her still groggy son that he would be
severely punished once they returned home. All the while, their
luscious exposed breasts jiggled fiercely in the boys flushed faces.
Indignantly, the women tried to pull down their obscenely brief
skirts in a hopeless last attempt to cover their private parts. Then
they quickly departed down a side street, towing their downcast sons
behind them.
The (unofficial) police account ends at this point.
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Chapter 3 - Returning Home For Punishment
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The women return immediately to the estate that they all shared.
The three buxom beauties had grown up together as best friends in the
same small California town. All had gotten married in their late teens
to virile, athletic, promising young men. Though highly sexed, each
woman sadly discovered that she could not get pregnant, no matter how
much intercourse she'd had. This turned out to be a mixed blessing.
Disappointed but ever hopeful, each woman proceeded to use every erotic
trick imaginable (as well as a few unthinkable ones) to milk as much
semen as she could from her hapless husband in a fervent hope of
getting pregnant. Unfortunately, their insatiable antics had just the
opposite effect. Each ended up hyper-fucking her financially
successful husband into an early grave.
Several years later, after an endless stream of erotically torrid but
meaningless affairs, the three agreed to pool their resources (and
insurance money) and buy a small estate just outside of Silicon Valley.
Still in their twenties and wanting families, the women had decided
upon adoption. Each adopted a 3-year old orphan boy. That was ten
years ago.
Secretly, the moms (Terry, Toni, and Tracy) were quite proud of how
long their boys (Timmy, John, and Robert) had actually held out.
Especially considering how shamelessly and ferociously every other male
had jerked his meat in public. Of course, not one of them would admit
this to her son.
Back home, the first part of the boys' "punishment" is to strip naked
and lay on their backs. Their hands are firmly secured to their
sides. This done, the obscenely attired moms proceed to feverishly
grind their scalding cunts into the helpless boys' faces. For several
minutes, the sluts wiggle nastily against the boys' faces and cocks to
thoroughly stimulate their own juices before commanding their young sex
slaves to lick them to no less than three climaxes each. Naturally,
this merciless grinding rapidly returns the iron to the boys'
stiffening cocks.
For the next course, the sluts secure their now rock-hard little
fuckers to tilting leather-covered tables with special supports that
force their monstrous members to stand straight out. Hands still tied
to prevent "premature" coition, the moms cue up a special homemade
video to occupy their sons while they change into something more
"comfortable".
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Chapter 4 - The Video
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The video is a specially edited version of the trio's nastiest sexual
performances brutally fucking the brains out of several young studs
from nearby towns. This video is so explicitly extreme that, even if
commercially available, it would be banned from sale in the U.S. and
most of Europe. Needless to say, it is quite effective at holding the
boys' attention. Were it not for the years of coital control so
rigorously imposed by their adopted mothers, none of the boys would
have lasted through even the first ten minutes of the film. Every
other male who had been allowed to see this video had violently yanked
himself raw after just the first two scenes.
In the opening scene alone, the unthinkable things that the slut-moms
do with their tits, mouths, and pussies (and some unusual toys) to a
trio of 18-year old high school studs drain nearly a half-pint of spunk
from them.
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Chapter 4a - The Video: Three Poor Fucks
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The overmatched studs had had no idea what would be in store for them
when they accepted an invitation to a "private" party hosted by the
three thirty-something cock-teases.
"Man, those sluts are really asking for it!" the young fuckers smirked.
The lads lustily recalled how salaciously the tarts' sumptuous tits had
stretched their flimsy crop tops and how nastily their jiggling asses
hung out of the super-brief denim cutoffs they called themselves wearing.
The cocky bastards had figured that they'd brutally fuck these "desperate
old hoes", to take the edge off. After that they would rudely dump them
to resume their normal ritual - cruising for the "real" thing - fresh
young twat. How truly shocked the guys were to discover just how easily
they'd be subdued by the superbly conditioned, black-belted vixens.
Dressed alike in skin tight black leather dresses so obscenely short
that their firm round asses hung completely out, the three moms were
clearly ready for action. Deeply scooped as well, the dresses just
barely kept the women's monster melons from bursting free. Even so,
their juicy tit mounds jiggled tantalizingly as the women teasingly
pranced in front of their young guests. Whenever they bent over it
was quite apparent that none was wearing underwear. The young studs
were clearly impressed. The way they ran their fists along the
healthy bulges in their trousers and the cocky expressions on the guys'
faces were clear evidence that extended foreplay was the last thing on
their mind.
"Come here sluts, I know you want some of this!" bragged Mickey, a
stocky blonde. "Daddy promises to ream you real good!" he continued,
as he thrust his hips forward in a mock fucking motion. His thick 8"
cock was standing almost straight out. Not planning to waste even a
moment, he'd already stripped down to his boxers.
With hails of "Yeah baby" and "Let me do you", his two pals quickly
followed suit.
"But boys, you just got here", Terry, a tall voluptuous blond cooed.
"Why don't you unwind first before we 'get busy'. Besides, a girl
likes to get 'warmed up' before a strenuous bout of 'rough riding'",
she teased.
"Yes, do have a seat, boys, and relax. You don't have to worry - we're
definitely gonna show you a good time you'll never forget", raven-haired
Toni added. "When we get through, you'll be so hot that your knees
will buckle, your eyes will roll up, and your precious corks will pop
like rockets."
"Fuck that, bitch! We ain't got time for no games!" Mickey sneered.
"I'm all already stoked. Only thing I want to do now is 'bust a hoe'."
This elicited some rude chuckles from his cohorts. All three moms
bristled visibly at these remarks, but the guys were too self-absorbed
and too cocky to notice.
Mickey swaggered up to Terry and grabbed her roughly by the waist.
"I'm gonna show you a good time, baby. We're gonna do the horizontal
mamba", he added, as he yanked up the gorgeous blonde's tight leather
dress. His eyes almost popped out at the salacious sight of her
luscious shaved pubes. "Damn mama! For an old broad you sure are fine!"
As expected, Mickey's friends rushed forward to follow his example.
Needless to say, Terry and the others were fighting really hard to hold
back their building rage.
By this time, it was crystal clear to the moms that these assholes were
solely interested in getting their own rocks off. Tracy, the brunette
and the oldest of the three, took the lead. "You know, boys, you're
right. Truth is - we've been dying to get fucked by some young hot
studs." Tracy gave a knowing wink to Terry and Toni before continuing.
"Unfortunately, they won't be you!"
Without warning, the three vixens drove their knees viciously into the
unprotected groins of their unwelcome partners. As the guys writhed
in pain, the women used full leg sweeps to drop their rude young guests
to the ground. A few wrist locks, head holds, and bruised bones later,
the three swaggerers weren't so cocky anymore. In no time at all the
enraged moms had unceremoniously stripped the boys naked and bound
their hands and feet to sturdy wooden chairs. Leather mouth harnesses
were attached to prevent the guys from biting or yelling. Finally the
women connected some sinister looking electrical devices to the boys'
private parts.
"Let's start the festivities with this!" Tracy cried defiantly, as she
rammed a huge ridged dildo up Mickey's unlubed asshole. She laughed
hideously as the poor bastard yelped in pain. Eagerly Terry and Toni
followed suit with the other two. The fun had just begun.
As is quite clear in the video, the sluts take exceptional pleasure
teasing, humiliating, and frustrating these hapless fuckers without
mercy of any kind. In particular, the electric dick-stiffeners and
electro-shock blast-blockers that they'd attached were quite cruelly
effective. The sluts repeatedly provoked the bastards to the brink of
violently explosive climaxes only to refuse to let them cum.
It is quite unnerving to witness the extreme discomfort induced by an
electro-shock blast-blocker. From the brink of imminent ecstasy the
powerful voltage jolts its recipient to the depths of frustration. His
erection shrivels instantly. The balls recoil and the semen literally
boils in place with no available outlet. The guy's entire body spasms
wildly. Yet despite his agony, a burning need to climax remains.
"Girls, why don't we do a little lap dance for our 'honored guests'?"
Tracy cruelly suggests. "Oh my, guys! Don't we turn you on anymore?
Well, a little 'electric therapy' should take care of that", she cackled.
With the help of the electric dick stiffeners, the fuckers are instantly
rock hard again, much harder than they've ever been before. The women
then deliver a set of dick-searing lap dances that would smoke even a
eunuch's wick. Unfortunately, even though their brains bubble with
white-hot lust and their balls cry out for mercy, the poor studs still
cannot blow their stacks.
Now, with their sinister electric toys switched to automatic, the women
outdo themselves turning up the sexual heat on their outclassed guests.
At this point the guys are guaranteed to remain hard for the duration of
the festivities. Even if their dicks do momentarily deflate, the dick-
stiffeners will have them hard again in a matter of seconds.
In next expertly edited segment, the three vixens impale themselves on
the guys' cocks and ride them in every conceivable position for almost
30 minutes. The sluts enjoy riding their boy toys so much that their
juices literally splash all over the place. From their wild screams
the women appear to be cumming continuously. They are. Their powerful
cunt muscles milk the boys' distended cocks so mercilessly that even
the most sterile loser would have blown his load several times over.
Yet, as the video clearly shows, these poor fuckers are in absolute
agony because it is impossible for them to ejaculate.
Things get worse for the boys when the women slip synthetic vaginas on
the bastards' slimy shafts, and set them on high speed. The sensations
must have been unbearable as their unhappy guests grimaced and wailed in
shear frustration. With the synthetic vaginas milking the jerks at
top speed, the sexy hostesses knock the boys' chairs backward, then
grind their scalding pussies into the boy's contorted faces.
For several minutes the sluts ride the boys faces like they'd previously
ridden their dicks. By this time the boys are bucking wildly in intense
sexual frustration. This only makes the women cum harder, if that were
possible. After a few more minutes, they attach leather strap-ons
shaped like penises to the boys' noses, and ride them for all they're
worth. Their cunt cream is running so freely now that the boys are
choking on girl cum. Wrapping up this exceptionally depraved segment,
the vixens finally raise their cunts over the boys' faces and urinate.
What follows that is even more depraved and disgusting. The details
are far too graphic to be provided here.
After an eternity of extreme sexual torture, the poor fuckers eventually
pass out from an overload of erotic stimulation without any release
whatsoever. Their unconscious bodies still twitch noticeably with
frustrated hyper-arousal. Only then do the sluts disengage the
electrical toys and allow their pathetic playthings to cum. And cum
they do! Blast after blast of thick sweet cream literally erupts from
the unconscious jerks' pulsing cocks. The sluts greedily slurp up as
much as they can.
"It's a shame that our 'lovers' can't enjoy this", the sluts chuckle
wickedly.
The bastards' balls finally drained, the sluts leave the pathetic fuckers
twitching in their own spunk. The boys lights are still out.
All three studs required several days of critical hospital care to
recover from that little adventure! Needless to say, the humiliation
of being discovered naked, bound, and covered with crusted semen by a
pair of female arresting officers was extremely mortifying!
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Chapter 4b - The Video: Soccer Stud Follies
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The next scene opens with the three slut-moms dirty-dancing with a trio
of hunky college soccer stars. The skin-tight latex dresses the sluts
are wearing are so obscenely short that their firm tight asses jiggle
freely in the open air. The women mercilessly grind and wiggle their
naked crotches most obscenely against their eager partners, making the
fuckers fully and painfully erect. Crushing their awesome breasts and
full lips against their quarry as they whisper the nastiest sex trash
into their ears, the sluts can literally feel the men's cum boiling in
their balls.
Without even realizing it, the guys suddenly discover that their
trousers have fallen to their ankles and their jockey shorts have been
cut away. Before the guys can even complain, the hyper-sexed sluts
are deftly feeding the hunks' formidable cocks into their hungry
dripping snatches. After this brazen little act none of the studs
cares.
As if hypnotized, the hunks don't miss a beat. They proceed to fuck
the cock-teasing sluts like demons, effortlessly lifting them off the
ground as they relentlessly slam the full lengths of their thick
pulsing pistons into the women's tight juicy twats. Within just a few
minutes the guys climax, dutifully pulling out and shooting their thick
creamy spunk all over the women's dresses, tits, and faces. Expertly,
the sluts drop to drain the guys' still-spewing cocks, swallowing every
remaining drop of cum. Of course, their experienced ministrations
make the fuckers instantly rock-hard again.
For the next ten minutes the studs proceed to violently ream the sluts
in every upright position imaginable. Not only do the women survive
this savage onslaught; they actually enjoy it, even egging their
"possessed" lovers to fuck them ever faster and harder.
Suddenly, all at once, dripping in sweat and panting like spent buffalo,
the three studs stiffen, scream, and climax one final time. And how
they do climax!
So much spunk blasts from the helpless fuckers, that it gushes wildly
out of the women's stuffed cunts, spilling down their powerful thighs,
and leaving large creamy pools on the polished wooden floor. And the
guys can't stop cumming. After five minutes, their cocks still pulse
and twitch, long after they have emptied their massive ball sacks.
Having drained the poor fucks well beyond empty, the three sluts finally
climb off of their semi-conscious steeds, smooth their latex
microdresses, and leave their conquests still dry-humping in the center
of the room.
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Chapter 4c - The Video: Dangerous Fun with Damon
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Several scenes further on, find the sluts shamelessly and repeatedly
draining the spunk from an exceptionally hung 16-year old virgin named
Damon. Impossibly, those scenes are even hotter.
Damon's first scene opens with him naked in a chair, his hands tied
behind it, while the three moms cavort nastily in front of him in
deeply scooped shear nylon bodysuits. The outfits are so shear, that
Damon can see the women's translucent g-string panties becoming visibly
wetter by the minute. Their lusciously full busoms jiggle freely,
barely restrained by the tight material.
Damon's 12" erection is already starting to rise to full mast. After
several (expertly edited) minutes of brutally shameless cock-teasing,
the sluts peel off the obscene garments and remove their soaked panties.
Then they crush them into Damon's nose, indelibly imprinting their ripe,
pungent, erotic aromas deeply into his young brain.
A close-up shows Damon's now fully erect cock throbbing quite violently.
Its swollen pulsing purple veins are nearly bursting out of the foreskin.
Next, each mom takes her turn performing a steamy, dick-searing lap-dance
on the helpless stud. They bring him to two mind-shattering climaxes
within 20 minutes by writhing and grinding quite lewdly against him.
Finally, Tracy, grabs hold of Damon's aching but still stiff manhood and
slowly feeds it up her sopping cunt. At the same time she fries his
brain by whispering all the debauched things she intends to do with his
big fat cock.
Nine thick inches of man meat inside her, Tracy suddenly clenches her
cunt muscles around Damon's donkey dong in an uncontrollable tremor of
climax. Naturally, Damon's superheated cannon explodes instantly. The
shear violence of his orgasm nearly knocks him unconscious.
Letting him recover for a few minutes, the moms untie Damon in
preparation for the next round of their little cockfest.
The next sequence begins with the youngest mom, raven-haired Toni,
straddling Damon's open mouth with her dripping cunt. Tracy, the
brunette, is astride Damon's chest facing Toni. The two sluts embrace
passionately while busily stroking and massaging each other's tits and
nipples. As Damon's massive sword rises once again, blonde Terry
drops from a ceiling harness straight onto his stiff member, impaling
herself on its full 12 inches. She climaxes instantly, her screams of
ecstasy rocking the house. Damon's consequent blast is so violent that
Terry lifts herself several inches up his thick cock to lessen the
impact. Crashing back down a second time, Terry screams helplessly as
another body-racking orgasm explodes through her. Again Damon
climaxes with force, blasting his hot seed deep into Terry's steaming
cunt. Minutes later, as a groggy Terry slowly pulls herself off of
Damon's semi-limp snake, Toni is already in position, her cock-hungry
mouth ready to stiffen Damon yet another time. Amazingly, after five
climaxes in less than 90 minutes, the stud still has spunk left for
more.
Much, much later, the camera finds Damon stretched upright, his ankles
secured by leather restraints to the floor. Toni is facing him,
astride a narrow horizontally vibrating saddle. Her powerful legs are
wrapped tightly around Damon's waist. The focus of her lust is
unmistakable as she fiercely milks his monster cock with her superbly
developed cunt muscles. Tracy rides a swinging harness raised to head
height. Her legs are wrapped around Damon's neck as she mercilessly
grinds her wet scalding pussy into his face, all the while grunting
every nasty, filthy thing she plans to do to him that night. Terry is
on all fours atop a padded table, her ass facing Damon. She is in
obvious and total bliss fucking an enormous double-headed dildo whose
other end is shoved deep up Damon's ass. Fifteen minutes later, when
the fucker finally climaxes again, his painful screams of release can
be heard throughout the entire estate. His whole body shudders as a
stream of thick, creamy spunk rockets out of his cock with the force of
a geyser. Sensing that the poor fucker is finally spent, the three
sluts wrap up their evening of cock-draining fun.
Amazingly, Damon survived that initial encounter (although barely). He
even managed to return for several more cock-killing fuckfests.
Ultimately though, his once vibrant health started failing. The poor
fuck had to be permanently committed to hospital. Sadly, Damon breathed
his last three months later. The unreleased cause of death was total
tantric exhaustion (terminal loss of life force)!
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Chapter 5 - The Boys' Punishment
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By the time their moms return, the three boys are in quite a desperate
state of sexual arousal. Each is consumed by lust so white-hot that
his tool could have drilled through 9 inches of solid ice as if it were
butter.
Each slut struts into the room in high-heeled gold (fuck-me) pumps
wearing a short, tunic of loose gold chain that exposes every inch of
her smooth flawless skin, skin oiled to perfection. Their incredibly
firm melon-sized tits literally bounce out of the deeply scooped
tunics. As they seductively run their tongues across their juicy red
lips, with their erect nipples poking nastily through the gold mesh
and their glistening pubes pouting in full arousal below the hems of
the obscene garments, these devastating sluts could have drained lava
from a marble cock!
Cueing up some eerily erotic background music (acquired at great cost
from an occult book store), the moms now proceed to mercilessly tease
their helpless superheated young charges in the cruelest, most obscene
manner imaginable. Heaven help any of the boys if he cums.
Mercilessly, the moms lick and flick their tongues along the sensitive
skin of their sons' twitching torpedoes while looking them in the eyes
with the most salacious expressions. They lie on top of the boys,
smothering them with their tits and massaging their distended cocks
with their powerful silky thighs. Then they reverse positions to jam
their sopping pussies into the boys' faces while sucking away at their
twitching members.
Despite such a diabolically relentless sexual assault, the boys
miraculously, manage to hold their seed. Very few other males would be
able last even through the first ten minutes.
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Chapter 5a - The Punishment: A la Mode Interludes
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Next, the moms dismount and force the boys to watch as they shove frozen
bananas up their cunts, and furiously work themselves to climax.
Afterwards, they jam the slimy desserts down each other's throats, as if
they were swallowing cock.
They then proceed to stuff their cunts with whipped cream. They plop
their cream-filled slits on the boys' faces, finger-feeding them straight
from their sloppy twats. They follow that with a mini all-girl orgy,
smearing and slurping the copious cream oozing from each other's slots.
After a short break, the moms return with what look like overripe
cantaloupes, but fruit this was not. These were exquisitely crafted
extremely diabolical cock draining devices, acquired at great expense
from an underground secret femdom sex toy supplier. In exceptional
demand by those in the know, the devices were recognized on the street
as "melon-cunts".
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| Melon-Cunt Technical Details |
| |
| These "melon-cunts" were somewhat like vaginas. They could squeeze |
| and milk a cock with "muscular contractions", much like a real |
| vagina could. Like the most skilled concubines, they could |
| automatically match their tightness to the size of the invading |
| member. The device could sense whether a male was close to or even |
| resisting orgasm, and would respond accordingly. It could forcibly |
| milk a reluctant cock often better than the real thing. But what |
| made the device so diabolical is that it could also fellate. |
| |
| A "melon-cunt" was able to deep-throat a cock often better than the |
| real thing. Just imagine how your cock would feel in the mouth of a |
| gorgeous accomplished 16 year-old cock-sucker. Now imagine that her |
| hot orifice could suck you with the power of a supercharged Hoover |
| vacuum, and stay exquisitely tight and wet as well. Double the |
| intensity of those exquisite feelings, and that's how a "melon-cunt" |
| feels. |
| |
| The device has built-in bladders as part of its variable pressure |
| system. It also has refillable bladders that were designed to seep |
| and gush fluid much like a real pussy would. With the refillable |
| system, the user controlled the content of the released "cunt cream".|
| |
| Lastly, the device could be additionally driven by touch, through |
| its "cantaloupe" skin. Pressure, rhythm, temperature, vacuum, and |
| seepage, could all be adjusted by squeezing the device in specific |
| ways. |
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For this "exercise", the moms had filled those extra bladders with a
mixture of chocolate, honey, and melted butter. Mmmm!
They tease their sons a bit more by lightly running their tongues along
the most sensitive stretch of skin near the helmet of each boy's ever
twitching cock. Just as the boys' massive ball sacks start to tremble,
the sluts stop and command the boys to look at them. The moms exchange
a knowing glance, then lasciviously lick their lips, before continuing.
"Boys", Terry began, "I want you to imagine that one of these soft melons
we're holding is your sexy mom's tight juicy pussy ..."
Suddenly, the moms slam the diabolical orbs onto the boys' turgid spears.
The effect upon them is electric, as the coating, squeezing, and sucking
kick in. Their pelvises buck wildly and their balls start to contract.
Already highly aroused, now the boys are literally on the razor's edge of
titanicly explosive climaxes. Tears fill the boys' eyes, as they focus
every ounce of will to hold back what, in all probability, will be a
tidal wave of steaming cum.
"Slamming onto your hyper-stimulated twitching man meat! ...", Terry
continues. "Urging your bloated balls to forcefully expel their long-
delayed contents! ..."
At this point, the moms proceed to mercilessly grind the messy melon-
cunts into the boys' straining erections. An oozing mixture of
chocolate and slippery honey-butter splashes everywhere in an intensely
erotic display.
"... into mommy's tight hot twat!" Terry finishes.
"Especially," Toni interjects. "After your naughty mommy has been
teasing you in public with a barely-there micro-top that her luscious
jiggling tits are constantly spilling out of, and a ridiculously tiny
excuse for a skirt that rudely exposes mommy's baby-smooth dripping
snatch and her heart-shaped bubble butt to all those nasty lecherous
men on the street!"
The boys groan in agony, as the moms continue their relentless assault
on their defenseless cocks with the gooey melon-pussies. Rivulets of
sweat and tears are streaming down the boys faces as they call upon
every internal resource they have to hold back the impending
"cum-plosions".
"Oh my poor babies!" Tracy chimes in. "Imagine that you've been intensely
turned on all day watching helplessly as all those filthy men are free
to furiously stroke their cocks - vicious fisting their superheated meat
until gallons of boiling cock cream finally blast forth to spill into
the streets and gutters.
The boys are groaning pitifully in the final throes of their resistance.
Though it seems that this will be a battle that they very well may lose.
"Tsk, tsk", Tracy continues. "All that precious man juice thoughtlessly
wasted in a vain attempt to extinguish the unholy fire that mommy's
innocently casual attire has unintentionally ignited in their nasty
sinful loins! Is it mommy's fault that Italian haute couture forces
her luscious tits to spill out, bares her tight heart-shaped ass, and
flashes her baby-smooth sopping wet cunt to the world? No, it's not!"
With that, the women abruptly withdraw the melon-cunts. And none too
soon! Another second, and the boys' superheated cocks would have
erupted like Mount Vesuvius.
The moms smile wickedly at the Herculean effort that such truly god-like
self-control must have required. Most males succumb to a melon-cunt
after a mere one or two minutes.
"How you boys must ache to blast your precious seed right now!" Tracy
teases. "But you knew the rules, and you broke them!" she sternly adds.
"As your loving moms, we're only doing this for your own good!" Tracy
sweetly strokes the tear-stained face of her own son, Michael, before
resuming. "So, as long as you don't cum, this will soon be over!"
After a few moments, the sluts greedily lick the sticky residual mess
off of their sons' still twitching members. They then smear any
remaining gobs of melon-cunt goo over each other's tits before
thoroughly working themselves into a seething erotic lather of
undulating orgasms.
For the penultimate act, the moms fill each other's cunts to the brim
with warm soft-boiled eggs, then position their pussies over their sons'
mouths, and use their powerful cunt muscles to "shoot" the girl-goo-
covered eggs down the boys' throats. As strange as it may seem, this is
an incredibly erotic stimulant.
Next, the sadistic foxes drizzle melted caramel over their firm bubble
butts, using their fingers to thoroughly work the syrup into their tight
bungholes. Then they drop their gooey asses on the boys' faces, and
command their sons to lick their crevices clean.
Finally, the sultry whore-goddesses slowly bend backward to make sure
the sight of their nasty pussies dripping with remnants of chocolate,
caramel, and oozing cunt cream, leaves the proper "hard" impression.
Then they impale their slick dripping twats on the boys' red-hot rods and
ride them with wild abandon. Having become indecently aroused as a
result of mercilessly teasing their helpless sons, the moms' ensuing
screams of overdue climax rattle and shake the walls.
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Chapter 5b - The Punishment: Lust Hypercosis
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The rhythmic friction of their moms' tight slippery pussies against
their cocks, combined with the potently psycho-erotic effect of the
magic music and the boys' superhuman efforts to resist spurting into
the diabolical melon-cunts, transports the poor lads into a state of
"lust hypercosis".
This is a level of arousal that would make even the most accomplished
monk shoot molten fire from his cock. But the boys have been specially
trained since age 3 in the most ancient and time-tested techniques
to suppress the urge to cum. Even so, in this state the boys' cocks
will remain rock-hard and their loins will pulse with sexually electric
chi fire for hours.
The shameless slut-moms virtually salivate at the prospects.
Now their little fuckers will be able to last a good couple of hours
before erupting, no matter how mercilessly they are fucked or provoked.
When they finally do blow, what an explosion that will be!
Several ounces of molten chi will blast from each boy's 10 inch flesh
cannon directly into his mom's insatiable, overheated cunt, with the
force of a multistage Saturn rocket! [That will definitely get their
female rocks off, and will keep them young, as well.]
The three vixens go to work mercilessly rubbing, thrusting, and
grinding their hot dripping cunts against the boys' white-hot rock-
stiff rods. The women expertly apply their talented tits, tongues, and
fingers to fully stimulate every erotic inch of the boys' pulsing,
powerfully muscled bodies. After 15 minutes or so, the sluts teasing
antics have gotten their sons hot enough to fuck like steam locomotives,
virtually non-stop for several hours!
At this point the sluts can free their gorgeous fuck toys from their
restraints. And about time, too, since each slut's cunt is sloppy wet
with lust and in desperate need of a thorough reaming.
In their current state, the boys will be totally focused fuck machines -
potent and inhumanly virile, yet perfectly keyed to the pulse of their
horny mothers. Their brains and bodies will be furiously locked into
this intense fuck mode until climax.
And when the boys do finally climax, the super-sexed moms will enjoy an
ecstatic erotic ride that even the most jaded cum-sluts can only dream
about.
The mom's eventual goal is to induce a shattering crescendo of carnal
combustion in their captive lovers - "a climax among climaxes". The
end result should be a terminal overload in the boys' neural synapses.
The inhumanly intense climax will virtually fry their brains with a
tidal wave of primal unadulterated hormonal crack. In this insidious
mode, the boys will violently orgasm well past the point of exhaustion.
The resulting cascade of climaxes will trigger an explosive violent
surge of precious sacred chi fire from each boy's vital essence. This
torrential influx of Goddess-bestowed male life force into a woman's
sexual system at her own point of climax triggers a rare cosmic ecstasy
that sets her very cells ablaze with mind-fire. Her whole body
liberally screams with a radiance and biomagnetic power that could
literally move mountains and part clouds. She feels the divine
sensation of cosmically charged supernova energy (the primal blood of
the Goddess) surging through every cell of her body. And the
uncontrollable unstoppable orgasms will last for hours.
As the boys' orgasms become imminent, the sluts finish off their
captive cocks with a devastating flurry of cunt muscle contractions
that would cripple ordinary men. This guarantees that the poor
bastards will be drained to the very last drop of their sacred vital
essence. Indeed the boys' bodies stiffen and their eyes roll up out
their sockets as torrents of cum and bolts of chi blast from their
hyper-aroused young bodies. Screaming to heaven, the women enter
into an eternity of mind-shattering ecstasy-filled orgasms as their
sons collapse into unconsciousness.
Several hours later, the dazed slut-moms groggily compose themselves,
even as their sore bodies still sing with cosmic fire. Despite the
physical toll of hours of non-stop orgasms, the moms feel surprisingly
refreshed. All the week's stresses and disappointments have been
permanently washed away. These women literally radiate with bliss,
confidence, and power. The three experience a total contentment that
few other women will ever know. Immensely more alive and aware than
ever before, the three moms now fully understand the awesome power of
the human chi (and its devastating loss when forcibly ripped from a
male's body).
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Chapter 5c - The Punishment: Praying for Rapid Recovery
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Resolving to be more careful in the future, at least with their sons,
the moms lovingly and gratefully put their still unconscious young
charges to bed for the critical period of tantric recovery.
There had been no doubt whatsoever that the tantra-trained boys would
be up to their "punishment". The sole question was whether they would
recover quickly enough. Obviously, the moms couldn't make a habit of
this, since their dearly loved charges would physically expire well
before the age of eighteen.
Of all the other studs that they'd megafucked (although not like this),
only one, Damon, had been able to take his leave without requiring a
stretcher. Of course, their sons had undergone 10 years of intense
tantric training where they learned to concentrate, hold, and replenish
their sacred vital essence against sexual assault. That extensive
training would enable any of the boys to substantially recover from such
an especially vicious bout of cock drain.
Knowing this, the moms convinced themselves that this little ordeal
should serve as a stern warning to the boys to hold their stuffing the
next time, no matter how erotically violent the provocation. Each
would have to hold off from any climax, at least until his mom gave
permission to blow.
And even though the little fuckers had been in hypercosis during the
entire megafuck, the subtle, but profound pain of deep cellular
exhaustion would well remind them of the severity of the "punishment"
they had just endured.
After three days of tender loving care from their remorseful mothers,
the boys recover sufficiently enough to return to school.
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Chapter 6 - Mom Tests Little Timmy
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Coming back from school one afternoon, Timmy is stunned to discover his
mother in an especially cock-shocking beaded mesh microdress.
Not only was the garment obscenely brief, but Mom had draped her
exquisitely toned legs draped over the arm of the chair in such a way
that her pouting pubes are fully and nastily exposed to the full-on
drop-jawed gaze of her helpless son.
Terry could literally feel the potently magnetic bolts of little Timmy's
cunt-lust flood the room. From the glazed look in her son's eyes Terry
knows that all of his synapses are focused on the viciously obscene
nastiness of her brazen sitting position.
While she languidly stretches her legs and wiggles her toes, Terry can
sense Timmy's thick young cock swelling violently to its full 10 inches.
As she gets up to embrace her son, Terry deliberately bends over,
spilling the luscious fullness of her firm round breasts completely out
of the deeply plunging garment.
Behind Timmy's mom, a full-length mirror displays a totally cock-draining
view of her fully exposed ass and crack to little Timmy's wholly focused
attention. Mom could now smell the pungent cock cream literally boiling
in her son's massive low-hanging balls. Terry knew that her little Timmy
was already violently aroused, and she hadn't even begun to tease him
yet. Her cunt was already dripping at the thought of how impossibly
aroused she was going to make her son before allowing him to fuck her
brains out and blast his package deep inside her. And he'd better hold
his juice this time! She simply would not tolerate him blowing his
monster load until she was fully and completely satisfied.
"Damn that little fucker can really pack a jolt", Terry giggled, as she
recalled the last time she'd provoked him so violently that he lapsed
into sex trance, uncontrollably power-fucking her to more than a dozen
orgasms before he finally came. Of course she didn't intend to do that
to him too often. But she truly enjoyed teasing her son well beyond
accepted mortal limits, before finally allowing him to fuck the living
bejesus out of her.
Besides, she loved her little Timmy dearly. Who else would be able to
satisfy her so thoroughly if Timmy were to suddenly breathe his last?
Well, there were two other exceptionally hung 13-year olds that she could
"play" with, if only she could steal them from their own moms. Wow,
what she wouldn't give to have all three of them to herself! Damn, musing
about this has really set her cunt on fire. Well, let the games begin.
"Timmy", she challenged, "Let's hope you have it in you today!"
Fortunately for Timmy, he did.
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Chapter 7 - Twenty-First Century Hyper Sluts
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As a reward for an exceptionally masterful bout of fucking, Terry gave
Timmy a few days off (from her relentless provocation) to fully enjoy
the little surprise she'd arranged for him. She had invited three 16-
year old foxes - Leanne, Vanessa, and Stacy, for Timmy to play with
that day.
Terry had actually invited the girls over to discuss their involvement
in a recent adult-oriented internet web-site that she and the other moms
had launched, but she figured a little diversion wouldn't draw too much
protest (Timmy was quite well-endowed for his age). Currently, the
web-site was named "Twenty-First Century Hyper Sluts - (Draining cocks
to the very last drop)". Legally, of course, the girls would need to
wait until their 18th birthdays to fully participate online, but there
would be plenty of non-nude videos and photosets released before then.
Even though the teen girls could not yet pose nude, nor reveal any pussy
or nipples, they still had awesome erotic potential.
Just last month, Vanessa's latest photo set, the one where she lewdly
poses in a wet see-through obscenely cropped tee-shirt, a vinyl ultra-
micro miniskirt, a not-quite-legal micro thong, high-wedged cork sandals,
and some very naughty stuffed animals, set a new record for orders -
21,000 subscriptions at $19.95 a month. From the 5,000 personal thank
you letters that she received for that one photoset, Terry estimated that
Vanessa's extremely salacious images drained nearly 7,000 gallons of
semen from her adoring fans. Damn, that's enough to fill a small tanker
truck! And, that was just for the first month! Needless to say, Vanessa
was well pleased with that set's performance. Not to mention, the cool
$15,000 she netted for that one photo session alone!
Stacy's "Hanging Out" photoset had set the previous record of 19,000
subscriptions, and had held it for nearly 3 months. In that set, Stacy's
firm round ass cheeks liberally hung out of a ripped-seam denim ultra-
micro mini. Her full natural 36DD rack spilled quite nastily out of a
super-tight low-cut sweater. With her characteristic ribbon-tied blonde
braids framing an angelic face, also prone to conveying extremely erotic
intentions, and an admission that she wasn't wearing panties, Stacy had
clearly solidified her position as Terry's top teenage cock-drainer.
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Chapter 8 - Daddies Beware
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Each of these exceptionally endowed ladies was a breath-taking knockout
in her own right. And each loved to dress in the sluttiest attire
imaginable - attire shameless and often nasty enough to stiffen into
steel any cock that might behold them. The indelible mental image of
these little sluts with their stunning bodies, skimpy attire, and
viciously teasing antics regularly drained the fuck out of their widowed
fathers (and every other male in the neighborhood). Although the dads
tried desperately to conceal their constant states of "unseemly" arousal,
the girls knew full well the devastating effect they'd had on them, even
as young as age 11.
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Chapter 8a - Daddies Beware: Twelve Year-Old Leanne
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"Daddy, should I wear these outside?" twelve-year old Leanne wickedly
teases, as she pirouettes her budding breasts and firm young ass for her
father in a tight see-through crop top and the briefest, nastiest
cut-off shorts that she could find. Most of her amazing bubble butt was
on rude display in the shocking shorts. The fact she was lasciviously
sucking a lollipop only added to her dick-stiffening look.
Even at that tender age, the stunning young fox knew from her daddy's
glazed look and the growing bulge in his trousers that he was very much
under her spell.
"Well, it might help it I wore underwear, huh?" she adds.
Leanne giggles as she recalls how embarrassed her daddy became after
that comment, especially when she bent over to show him; and stayed
that way while she vainly fussed with the little crotch string. For
some reason her daddy had to quickly hobble out of the room in a
strange bent-over posture.
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Chapter 8b - Daddies Beware: Twelve Year-Old Vanessa
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"Darn it Daddy, none of my dresses fit anymore!" twelve year-old
Vanessa wails. The young beauty nearly throws a fit as she rudely
straddles her bed wearing a mercilessly short dress nearly two sizes
too small. The nasty sitting position hikes the little floral
dress all the way up to her navel in front and past her near naked
behind in back.
Every awesome inch of her long, tanned, shapely legs including her
exposed micro-bikini thong panties and all of her firm young ass are
now exposed to the shocked full-on gaze of her distinctly aroused dad.
"No, honey, you look [um] fine", her dad stammers, trying his best to
not notice his daughter's unintentional cock-stirring display.
Without thinking, the little vixen pulls her thong aside to playfully
rub a tingle in her juicy young hairless crack.
"I really need to go now", her dad suddenly croaks, before dashing out
of the room with a giant tent filling his trousers.
Vanessa smiles as she remembers just how wet her Daddy's unmistakable
arousal had made her feel.
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Chapter 8c - Daddies Beware: Eleven Year-Old Stacy
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After school, eleven year-old Stacy cranks up her favorite music and
proceeds to fuck herself senseless with a huge dildo, as she lies on
her back with her long muscular legs spread wide open.
Ever since discovering her clit at age eight, the early-developing
beauty has masturbated almost every day.
Several mind-splitting orgasms later, (the girl's had practice), Stacy
looks up. Her dad is standing in the doorway staring at her in the
weirdest way.
"Oh my god!" Stacy screams, as she frantically tries to cover her
well-developed naked body.
Embarrassed and aroused, Stacy's dad smashes into the doorjamb, as he
tries to make an all too hasty retreat.
Stacy still shakes her head in amazement, as she lovingly recalls the
monstrous size of her dad's erection, even while he was splayed
semi-conscious on her bedroom floor.
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Chapter 9 - Three Little Girls At Play
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The three whore-angels had already made disgusting sex slaves of most
of the older men in their lives. They also knew full well how
ferociously their flagrantly lewd displays caused the entire male
student body at Pleasant Valley High to savagely beat their meat,
frequently several times a day. The poor fucks barely had any energy
left for studies or sports. Consequently only the girls' sports teams
experienced any league success.
For the good of the school, Leanne, Vanessa, and Stacy knew that they
really should let up on their shameless behavior, but they were having
way too much fun.
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Chapter 9a - Three Little Girls At Play: Fun With Wally Fuller
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Just the thought of what they'd done to zit-faced Wally Fuller last
month sent the trio into ecstasies of laughter.
Noticing how nervous the dweeb got whenever he ran into them, and how
hopelessly he tried to hide his resulting erections, the three sluts
were determined to kidnap and completely unman him. when the right
opportunity arose, they took him to a secret place where they could
brutally torment him without any interruption.
In and out of their most dick-stiffening attire, all the while striking
the most obscene poses imaginable, the girls had mercilessly teased Wally
through 10 violent and messy climaxes over a fun-filled 4 hours.
Limp, broken, and unconscious, they'd returned Wally to school and
stuffed him in his locker.
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Chapter 10 - Poor Poor Daddy
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The sluts had gotten themselves so wet and hot by what they'd done that
they knew they needed to be fucked and fucked bad. But who could give
them what they so desperately needed on such short notice? The answer
was obvious - their poor dads!
Barely able to contain their desire, the hyper-sexed girls arrived at
their respective homes needing to be well and thoroughly fucked. The
irresistible beauties were prepared to employ their most obscene cock-
stiffening tricks to snuff any possible paternal resistance to their
urgent need for carnal affection. The girls needn't have worried. The
overwhelmed, "cunt-whipped" dads were clearly no match for their
brazenly determined daughters.
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Chapter 10a - Poor Poor Daddy: Leanne Rips the Cum Out of Him
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Leanne had filled out considerably since the first time she'd paraded
her developing body for her daddy 5 years ago. Now, the cutoffs she
was wearing with her high-heeled leather boots were so obscene that her
entire heart-shaped ass hung out and nearly all of her clean-shaved
pussy was visible. The unbuttoned silk shirt tied at the waist
deliciously framed her fully exposed, firm, melon-sized tits.
Leanne's dad was watching television when she got home.
"Hi Honey!" he greeted, as Leanne burst through the door. It was only
when his darling daughter strutted into the den to turn the t.v. off,
that daddy noticed just how cock-shocking her outfit was. Although
he'd gotten somewhat used to the provocative way Leanne typically
dressed, especially for school, her attire tonight was nasty enough to
stiffen him immediately.
"Damn, I'm gonna really need to spank the monkey tonight!" he smirked to
himself, as his sex-charged daughter posed quite nastily in front of the
tube, slowly licking her lips in the most salacious fashion.
"Daddy, we need to [um] talk", Leanne cooed in a deep sexy voice dripping
with carnal need. "Perhaps you can see the depth of your daughter's need
by how wet she already is", Leanne offered.
With that, Leanne bent completely over and pulled aside the flimsy crotch
string to show her daddy just how much love juice was already seeping out
of her lusciously exposed crack.
"Daddy dear, can you possibly think of any way to ease my, [um]
distress?" Leanne cooed, as she boldly approached daddy's chair. "Oh my,
you nasty boy! Is Daddy having filthy thoughts already?" Leanne teased.
already, her daddy's cock had formed a monstrous tent in his trousers.
"Naughty daddy, how can you even entertain such crude carnal thoughts
about your innocent little duchess?" Leanne continued, as she slyly
slipped into daddy's lap, mounting his building erection with her near-
naked ass.
At this point, Leanne's full, sensuous mouth was no more than a few
inches away from her daddy's face. Her daddy could feel her infernal
body heat searing every single inch of his skin.
"I'll bet that you'd like to bend me over and fuck the devil of out of
my impudent little pussy, wouldn't you daddy?" Leanne whispered. "Just
imagine how delicious it would feel to slip your hot man meat all the way
up your little girl's tight dripping twat! Think about all that pent-up
desire for your voluptuous little slut's forbidden goodies driving your
cock like a piston deeper and deeper up her shameless slot!"
As she continued, Leanne could feel her daddy's pulse race and his breath
get very rough. His steel-hard monster was twitching so violently under
her sinfully wiggling ass, that it made her even wetter.
"Well daddy, that just will not do. It's quite indecent to have such
unseemly thoughts about your little adoring princess. Even though she's
viciously grinding her hot sopping cunt against your raging hard-on, and
crushing her huge delectable bare titties against your trembling chest.
Even as she's about to slip her teasing tongue down your throat and her
devil-working hands down your boner-stretched trousers, you're really
going to have to stifle your lecherous urge to viciously defile her
virgin petals!" Leanne teased.
Still on his lap, Leanne french-kissed her daddy long and deeply,
literally sucking his breath away. As she slipped her hot hands down
his trouser fronts, she could feel his fully distended member violently
buck at her touch.
"No, daddy, those nasty thoughts that you're feeling right now are quite
inappropriate!" Leanne declared, as she pushed herself away from him and
slid out of his chair.
"Unless ...", she added, "you're going to really fuck me senseless!"
Leanne giggled, as she cunningly dropped the lewd cutoffs to her ankles.
"By the way, daddy, this might be a good time for you to get out of
those tight constraining clothes."
Leanne had positioned herself on her back, completely spread-eagled on
the lush Persian carpet. Her meaty cunt lips had flapped wide open.
Her enormous clit was fully erect and her copious juices were streaming
down her silky thighs. Leanne eagerly awaited her daddy's inevitable
assault.
"Well, what are you waiting for, daddy dear!" she cried, "Impale me on
your stiff fat fuck-pole! Ream the living shit out of me! Pound my
pussy raw! And make sure to empty every last drop of man juice from
your obscenely bulging balls into my insolent steaming cunt!" "That
should do it", Leanne mused to herself.
Leanne's daddy leaped on her like an elephant bull in heat.
He proceeded to fuck her so hard that his balls hurt. They were
slapping like a steam-powered hammer against her delectable ass. Daddy
fucked his little slut like a man possessed. Leanne lost count of the
myriad orgasms his vicious pounding had ignited. When daddy finally
came, he unleashed such a powerful torrent of thick hot spunk that she
could feel the scalding jet washing away at her cervix. Naturally,
this pushed Leanne to the most powerful climax in quite a long time.
Her whole body shook with the terrible force of her thunderous orgasm.
Her cells felt like they were on fire. Leanne screamed in absolute
ecstasy for at least 5 minutes, and even then the raging waves of her
orgasm refused to subside.
Damn, daddy had been really horny!
After having cum the first time, merely gazing upon his daughter's
magnificent naked form made Leanne's daddy immediately hard again. The
second time daddy came, he pulled out and shot a hot sticky stream all
over his daughter's tits and face. Two more messy climaxes later, daddy
finally collapsed at his daughter's feet. He was completely spent.
In the end, Leanne was covered, head to toe, in her daddy's thick sweet
creamy cum. She was thoroughly sated, and looking rather pleased with
herself.
Leanne was quite amazed at how horned on her sexy young body that her
daddy really was. She never before realized that her daddy had wanted
her so badly. Now she had him wrapped around her finger.
Of course, she'd continue her merciless teasing, but she'd make sure to
never let daddy fuck her again. That would diminish her power over him;
and she couldn't allow that. Besides, there was plenty of other fresh
virile man meat out there to conquer and subdue. Gorgeous Leanne was
fiercely determined to get more than her fair share.
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Chapter 10b - Poor Poor Daddy: Vanessa Drains Him Dry
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Vanessa burst through the door of her house in a tiny mesh microdress
that left nothing to the imagination. The hem of the little dress
didn't even reach to her lightly furred mound.
Even without the dick-searing outfit, Vanessa was easily an erotic
wonder. Her stunning face, framed by lustrous brunette locks, was
straight from the canvas of Raphael - beautiful, full, and dripping
with sex. Her long, lovely, powerfully muscled legs were amazingly
erotic, especially in the indecently tiny outfits that she perpetually
wore. Plus those legs were strong enough to crush a man's head, with
ease I might add. Her beautifully formed feet were fetchingly clad in
wrap-around Athenian sandals. But best of all, her massive jiggling
36DD tits poured copiously out of the flimsy mesh garment.
Vanessa's daddy just stood dumbstruck in the middle of the room,
helplessly admiring his hyper-sexed little girl, all the while
sporting a thick 9" erection that nearly burst the zipper on his
trousers.
Vanessa was direct and to the point. She bounded up to her daddy and
tongue-kissed him, mercilessly grinding her voluptuous body into his
raging hard-on for nearly 5 minutes. A lesser man would have surely
creamed his shorts. Then she pulled away to assume an especially
nasty position on the sofa. Her muscular legs were lewdly spread wide
apart and her sopping cunt oozed love juice in full view of her helpless
dad. She used both hands to open up her cunt lips to show daddy just
how wet and ready she really was. Next, she motioned to her dazed
daddy to take a closer look. Already, the pungent fragrance of her sex
had put her daddy in a deep lust trance.
Vanessa had never seen her daddy so aroused before. "Daddy, I know
that you want to do some very sinful things to me; so why don't you?"
she teased. "Viciously fuck your little girl like the shameless
teasing slut she is!" Vanessa coaxed in a deep throaty voice. "By
the way, you won't get another chance like this!"
As many times as Vanessa had left her daddy rock hard and frustrated
over the years with her exceptionally provocative attire and her
merciless teasing, he instantly heard and obeyed. Much to her glee,
Vanessa's daddy attacked her itching cunt with a vengeance she had
scarcely suspected. With his very first thrust, Daddy slid the
entire length of his turgid spear all the way up her tight slippery
twat. And he didn't let up after that. Daddy must have pounded
Vanessa's pussy non-stop for nearly 25 minutes before firing the first
massive salvo of hot man cream deep into his little slut's hungry hole.
Vanessa figured that surely her daddy must be spent after such a
violent eruption of cum. Yet, despite his 40 years, daddy was
instantly rock hard again. Over the past 5 years, Vanessa's dad had
easily spilled a dozen gallons of precious seed savagely beating off
over his merciless little cock-tease. Now, with his shameful fantasy
miraculously made real, Vanessa's daddy was definitely going to make
up for lost time.
Daddy ended up blasting his hellish load into Vanessa an unbelievable
five times before finally collapsing, utterly spent and unconscious.
"Poor daddy get so horny over little ole me?" Vanessa giggled, after
her daddy's fifth and final climax.
* * * * *
Vanessa was exhausted herself, but in a much more pleasurable way.
She'd never climaxed so many times before in her life, not even with
the parish priest whom she'd single-handedly forced to retire with her
lewd, dick-searing "confessions". His name was Father Mike. He was
35 years old, very fit, and ruggedly handsome.
Vanessa's incredibly obscene "confessions" of her thoroughly depraved
exploits with older men in the neighborhood frequently left Father Mike
in such a superheated state of arousal that he couldn't possibly refuse
her pleas to be "cleansed". Unfortunately, "being cleansed" to Vanessa
meant having Father Mike "vigorously exorcize" the demons from her
loins.
After only 6 months of the thrice-weekly dick-draining "confessions"
from the precocious 14-year old, the poor priest had been obliged to
leave the parish due to total physical exhaustion. Vanessa stopped
going to confession shortly thereafter.
The priest who replaced Father Mike wasn't nearly so virile. The
sickening little wanker would cream his confessional smock at least two
times before Vanessa had even completed one of her fuck-filled
confessions. Worst of all, the sorry pervert would be contentedly
asleep by the time she had finished. Deriving no satisfaction at all
for her teasing efforts, Vanessa had finally reported the pathetic
jerk-off to his superiors. Within days, the dishonored priest had been
covertly transferred to another parish. Of course, those same superiors
had ardently pined to play "confessor" themselves to the legendary little
slut who had terminally drained Father Mike. But they didn't dare.
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Chapter 10c - Poor Poor Daddy: Stacy Fucks Her Daddy Senseless
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Stacy greeted her daddy at the door wearing a tight blue rayon sweater,
red nylon mesh bikini panties, black cycling shoes, and nothing else.
The skin-tight sweater was pulled up all the way over her large,
smooth, and stunningly firm breasts. The embroidered bikini panties
were translucent enough to expose most of her trimmed blonde bush.
Stacy was quite simply a stone fox. To begin with, her firm young
body was sin incarnate - narrow waist, flat stomach, full hips, firm
round bubble butt, long curvaceous gently muscled legs, and, of course,
firm full tits forged by Lucifer himself. Yet, from the neck up,
Stacy was perfected innocence. Her angelic visage was framed by two
long golden braids, pink ribbons tied on the ends. Her large deep blue
eyes, delicate nose, and full pouting lips on a perfectly oval face
could melt the heart of the meanest miser. That's particularly why
her shameless cock-teasing antics were that much more shocking.
After an extended and unexpectedly passionate embrace, Stacy's daddy
could tell just how aroused his little girl was. The dark stain that
her thoroughly soaked panties left on his rapidly filling trouser
fronts was clear evidence of that.
Naturally, Stacy knew full well the devastating effect she was having
on her daddy. The diabolical sexiness of such scanty attire on such an
innocent-looking girl was clearly driving him to distraction.
Daddy had long been under his daughter's spell. Even at age 3, Stacy's
timeless beauty had been unmistakable. The past five years had been
especially brutal on her daddy, in large part, due to the incredibly
sexy yet tasteful attire Stacy had taken to wearing. Without directly
provoking him, Stacy's naturally erotic style had left daddy's cock
rock-hard many a morning (and many an afternoon, too, especially after
she'd return from school).
After stroking it quite lovingly through the fabric of his trousers,
Stacy calmly unzipped her daddy's pants to get a firm grasp on his
throbbing member. It was at that moment when her daddy knew he was in
mortal danger of incest. Of course what Stacy did next committed him
utterly and totally.
Gazing longingly and deeply into her daddy's eyes, Stacy pulled down her
panties, and deftly guided daddy's stiff fat snake straight into her
dripping snatch. The unexpected shock of such a brazen act was nearly
enough to make daddy spurt on the spot.
"Damn, was his little slut ever wet ... and tight!" he thought.
Finally, the way Stacy's eyes pleaded with him to take her cherry, right
then and there, pushed daddy well past the point of no return. Without
her having to utter a single word, Stacy's daddy was rendered spellbound
with lust. His powerful sex drive on automatic, daddy dutifully carried
his little princess back to his bedroom to viciously fuck her brains out.
After thoroughly reaming his little girl and unleashing an unholy load
in her tight little cunt, Stacy's dad was suddenly overcome by a wave
of remorse. He tried to pull away, but Stacy firmly tugged him back
on top of her, saying that it was all okay. She'd been in desperate
need and was overjoyed that her own daddy had been able to give her
relief.
Although Stacy had already climaxed three times under her daddy's
feverish ministrations, she wasn't nearly done yet. Stacy motioned for
her daddy to roll over. Then she positioned herself to give him the best
blowjob of his life. The way Stacy wrapped her soft warm lips around
the tip of his cock, then proceeded to gently stroke it with her tongue,
felt like a kiss from heaven. Daddy's girl really knew what she was
doing. Within minutes, daddy's cock was hard enough to crack stone.
Stacy continued the heavenly blow job for another 10 minutes. Finally,
daddy could hold his second climax back no longer. Wave after wave of
sweet creamy cum rifled down Stacy's throat, instantly triggering another
monstrous orgasm in her. The amazing girl swallowed every drop. By
this time daddy was well spent, but Stacy still wasn't nearly finished.
She fellated her daddy to yet another monster erection.
"This time I want you to ream your manhood deep up my ass, daddy", Stacy
sweetly commanded. Man, did daddy comply! The mere thought of
penetrating his little girl's succulent shit chute made daddy's cock
harder that it had ever been before. After carefully lubricating his
10" pole, daddy slowly eased it into Stacy's incredibly tight asshole.
The feeling was absolutely incredible, both for father and daughter.
Although it hurt a bit at first, Stacy's bunghole quickly managed to
accommodate the full length of her daddy's stiff monster. Once inside,
daddy pounded his little girl's ass like it was his last fuck on earth.
It very nearly was.
Every single cock stroke seemed to send Stacy over the edge into ever
increasing waves of pleasure. She was screaming in ecstasy nearly the
entire time. When she wasn't screaming, she was yelling, "Oh yes, fuck
me daddy, fuck me harder!"
After 20 minutes of absolutely the best fuck of his life, Stacy's 48-year
old daddy blasted his stack for the last time! And it was a gusher!
Daddy's cum flooded completely out of Stacy's stuffed asshole, running
down her milky muscled thighs in thick creamy rivulets. Like clockwork,
Stacy came at the same time her daddy did. Her final orgasm literally
caused her mind to explode. Stacy felt like she had reached out to the
farthest corners of the universe. Every cell in her body exploded with
pure pleasure! Her bio-magnetic vibration was so potent that the hairs
on daddy's chest, legs, and arms stood straight out. Even the plants in
the room seemed to deepen in color in response to her momentous climax.
It seemed like an eternity had transpired by the time Stacy's orgasm
finally died down.
Unfortunately, Stacy's involuntary erotic response had nearly killed
her daddy. While she was blissfully lost in her own orgasm, Stacy's
powerful sphincter muscles had clamped daddy's cock in a deadly meat-
crushing embrace. The potent combination of cosmic pleasure and
unearthly pain had triggered a small heart attack in Stacy's daddy.
Immediately realizing what had happened, Stacy dialed 9-1-1.
By the time the ambulance arrived, even though she'd gotten herself
completely dressed and had gotten her daddy partially so, the thick
aroma of their forbidden lust still suffused the room. When questioned
about it, Stacy explained that her father had been in bed with an
an amateur escort who he'd found in the phone book. Unfortunately, she
fled the scene when Stacy's daddy started to collapse from his heart
attack. Stacy told them that she had rushed from the other side of the
house upon hearing the bitch scream "Oh shit!". But by the time Stacy
had reached her father, the woman's vehicle was already pulling away.
Amazingly, that story seemed to satisfy the authorities, although many
troubling questions still remained unanswered.
Fortunately, it was a minor heart murmur. After stabilizing treatment
in the emergency room, Stacy was able to bring her daddy back home that
night. Once home, Stacy swore never to do that to her beloved daddy
again. A little teasing every once in a while would be okay, but any
future fucking was definitely out!
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Chapter 11 - Poor Poor Wally
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As the girls had hoped, their dads had proved virile enough to douse
their desperate need. Unfortunately, the insatiable teen whore-angels
had drained so much spunk out of their helpless fathers, that each man
needed several full days bed rest just to recover. [Needless to say,
the poor dads became permanently "horned" on their slut-angel daughters.
They were no longer able to deny them anything.]
Checking on Wally Fuller the next morning, the girls discovered that he
had become a hair-trigger cum-blaster. The indelible memory of what the
three sluts had done to him that night kept wimpy Wally perpetually
erect and on the verge of total coital eruption.
No matter what he tried - cold showers, ice in his underwear, doing math
in his head, Wally couldn't coax his perpetual boner from the razor edge
of climax. Merely seeing any of the three sexy vixens would push Wally
over that edge.
Wally's whole body would tremble uncontrollably, as he'd involuntarily
blast torrent after torrent of watery spunk into his terminally stained
trousers. Wally's eruptions became even more spectacular whenever the
micro-skirted sluts would provoke him.
Sometimes, they'd bend completely over (without panties, naturally).
Other times, they'd whisper nasty sexual taunts in his ear. In any event,
Wally would instantly unleash a messy cumload straight into his trousers.
Invariably, this would send the provoking sluts into side-splitting fits
of laughter.
Very soon, the other kids started calling him Wally Wetspot. And,
unfortunately for him, the three sluts simply would not let up.
By the end of the second day, Wally had to be hospitalized for acute
systemic exhaustion. [He also had to be slated for years of intensive
psychotherapy, because he absolutely couldn't stop cumming.]
"What a useless, sorry dweeb!" the girls chortled, as the ambulance came
to take Wally away.
Despite several other cum-ripping escapades almost as vicious, the
little adventure with Wally (and their dads) had confirmed for the
three just how much sexual power they wielded over the male half of the
species.
So far, not a single male had been even a distant match for the girls'
profound sexual prowess. Like Wally, every other male had been conquered
in one humiliating way or another. Not even the high school's star
football and soccer players had escaped the trio's relentless drive to
conquer. And even though the three had seduced (and quite easily so)
most of the instructors and administrators at their school, none of them
had fared any better.
The girls were simply too gorgeous, too seductive, too sexually adept,
too well conditioned, too determined, and too clever for normal men to
overcome.
Of course, they'd yet to encounter a formidable sexual force the like
of Timmy or his brothers.
[To be continued]
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