Message-ID: <63162asstr$1415826601@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-To: ckought69@hotmail.com Delivered-To: ckought69@hotmail.com From: Bostbr101@aol.com Full-name: Bostbr101 X-Original-Message-ID: <aa662.5aa7734.4194c9a3@aol.com> x-aol-global-disposition: G x-aol-sid: 3039ac1adecf54636fa40dbb X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Wed, 12 Nov 2014 09:33:08 -0500 Subject: {ASSM} The Family Church - Chapter Seven Lines: 160 Date: Wed, 12 Nov 2014 16:10:01 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2014/63162> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: RuiJorge, newsman During the ride home I sat in the back seat basking in the afterglow. I had cum three times but I had been fucked six times and left lipstick on at least six cocks. I had swallowed enough cum to put on ten pounds. I was satisfied. "Stephen," my father asked, "who was that old guy you spent most of your time with? He was old enough to be your grandfather." "His name is Chuck, Dad and he was wonderful. When he first approached me I thought right away not my type but I decided not to be rude. But was I ever wrong. He was wonderful." "I wouldn't think he was my type either. I go for twinks more than bears. How old was he?" "In his sixties I guess. He never said." "What was so great about him?" "Well he started out on top of me kissing me while we ground our cocks together. The kiss was so ......fervent. Like hot. It got me going. then he took off my wig, my bra and stockings and went down on me. A super suck. Then I went down on him. Then he sucked me and then I sucked him. Timmy and Jim had gone to get something to drink or something and we were joined on the bed by another older guy and young boy. The boy and I locked lips while we got fucked. The men switched places and I came with the other guy in me. We all laid around fondling and kissing each other before heading to over to the bar to get to drink." "What was the other guy like"" "Good looking In his thirties. Sort of a twink type. And the boy was only eleven." "I know the boy, "my father said. "Johnny. We got together later." "Really? He was really cute." "But you stayed with the old man. I saw you later walking hand in hand." "He was so nice and sexy. Mom told me I would be falling in love over and over and she was right." "You actually fell for the guy?" "He was so nice and sexy and fun. I hope you don't mind but we exchanged telephone numbers. He lives in Worcester. We got a pen at the bar and wrote them on our arms." "Is he married?'" "Yes, but his wife is straight-laced." "Sarah, tell us about the Dungeon.' "I have discovered that B and D is my thing. I love being tied up and molested. There were three male doms and Jean and about twenty slaves. You might like it, too, Tom. I wish you's try it just once. One of the things they did was put two guys in a cage with their hands handcuffed behind their back and force them to watch as their wives got fucked by two studs. While their wives were screaming in ecstasy they couldn't touch their cocks They rubbed them against the bars and against each other trying to cum. It was comical." "Did they manage to cum?" "No, they couldn't pull it off. It was driving them crazy. Finally Jean brought them out one at a time and sucked them off. Both of the guys were straight but they were forced to suck cocks later and I don't think they are straight anymore." "Did you get to lick Jean's pussy?" "Finally! Mercifully! She ordered me to do the thing I wanted to do all along. What a pretty pussy. Totally unshaved and very hairy. But I found that clit and made the most of it." "Sarah let me keep the lingerie," I chirped up. "I have it with me." "You were so pretty," my father said. "My heart nearly stopped when I saw you. I want to dress you at home and make love to you like the little girl you can be." "Do you like that, honey?" my mother asked. "Do you like being a girl?" "I wouldn't want to be a girl full time," I said, "but I like being a boy dressed like a girl. It's so sexy. I like it a lot." <1st attachment begin> <HTML removed pursuant to http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/erotica/assm/faq.html#policy> <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice----- Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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