Perverts 'R' Us

Boys and Cunt

By Gofreddo ( M/m/f, S/F, inc, voy, oral )

As told to Gofreddo by Duane Roy Collins III.

A modest proposal to eliminate the obstacles impeding the free and ready access of boys to the inhalation of cunt pheromones or the visual enjoyment, lingual stimulation, oral lubrication and single-minded worship of cunt.

My step-dad taught me way back in the 50's that there was nothing wrong with laying in bed all night long with one thought on my mind. I guess I don't have to tell you what that is, but I will. I mean cunt. Well not exactly. The only thing wrong was if I didn't have a great big boner on and jerk it off three or four times before morning so I could get some sleep in between.

Of course, once he started bringing my big sister Susan in every night after my mom had gone to her night job as a waitress it never came up, because he saw to it that I got plenty of cunt, which he would lovingly expose for me and watch me "prime it" for him before he fucked her.

We lived in a suburb of Atlanta, and step-dad was the deputy sheriff. He and his buddy cops got all the cunt they wanted from bogus stops for speeding whenever a hot woman or big-assed teenage girl drove by and they would "negotiate" a substitute for a ticket or an arrest. But that sure did not seem to satisfy him. He spent most of his off-duty hours in topless bars and red light motels and he would have two or three other troopers with him.

That was because he did not want to just fuck her and take off, but he loved to show the other fuckers her cunt nice and slow, and then they had to get their heads down there and tickle it with their fingers. Then they would sniff it, kiss it, lick their finger and put it in there, and lick it until it was nice and slimy, and then he would fuck her. Then he would sit back in his chair with a Bud in one hand and his big dick in the other and watch them until he was ready to start the cycle all over again.

Once he told me by way of explaining the weird effect a cunt has on a boy, that he would always notice when one or another of his buddies brought a son along, a lot of times it was the first time the kid ever saw a real woman's cunt and it was like he would say "weird as hell, and funny and sad, and most of all, goddamn beautiful," the way the minute the kid walked into the room his nostrils would start twitching and he would get all red in the face, so if you touched it you would almost burn your hand. And then he would start tearing at the eyes and stuttering, and go into a frantic search for the scent and all of a sudden his eyes would focus straight on the whore's crotch and he would either make for the door or drop down on his knees and yell. "Y-Y-Yes! ... Y-Y-Y-Y-Yes!"

Step-dad explained it this way. There are these things called "pheromones" and they are microscopically small and they hang around inside the noses of boys when they start getting hardons. These pheromones are inactive most of the time, but there are certain times and situations when they go crazy and set up a violent buzzing like a swarm of pissed-off bees and the motion sets up vibrations in the newly sprouted nose hairs in the boy's nostrils and the revolution in his nose sends signals to his brain, which reacts by sending a terrific tingling, like a maddening rash and itching or a shot of poison ivy to his balls and the toxins in the juices rush into his prick and make it swell up like an overripe banana and as hard as granite, so hard he could drive a nail with it.

Well just what are these certain times that make the boy's pheromones go crazy like this? And what is it that causes it? There's just one thing that makes this happen and it's a pheromone that is the perfect complement to the boy's pheromones in his nose and it's only found in one place on earth. And it goes by a thousand different names, but step-dad said I just had to learn a few of them: "the nice, big, fat-lipped, sticky, moist, hot, sweet-smelling, black-haired, lustfully-twitching cunt, pussy, snatch, slit, slut rut, whore hole, twat, gash, poontang, beaver, vagina, vulva."

Step-dad knew the torture I was going through from about the time I was eleven, so one night after mom had left for work, he walked by my bedroom door and peeked in and said in a whisper, "Pssst! ... hey, Duane, c'mere. I got something to show you."

He had a flashlight in his hand. I followed him down the hall and he softly opened the door to Susan's bedroom. The minute the door opened a draft of air from the cracked open window rustled the curtains and rushed into the hallway. The scent almost knocked me over. It was the same smell I was smelling for months now whenever and wherever Susan was around, whether laying on the floor in the living room with her dress half up in back and her big beautiful ass cheeks sticking out into her pink silk, white, lace-trimmed panties, or walking down a hall or sitting across from her at the dinner table. Dad noticed the look of torture on my face at times like this and he knew it was time to do something about it.

The room was dark, but I could see from the hall light that Susan was laying there with her arms under her head on a pillow with her jet-black hair framing her lovely plump-cheeked, roses-and-cream face. The sheet and blanket were pulled up to just under her big, sweet, fourteen-year-old, cantaloupe-size, half-exposed knockers. She was sighing softly and swaying her body gently from side to side. She coyly half-opened one eye and asked in a lewd whisper, "Did you bring him, Daddy? Did you bring him?"

"I brought him, sweetheart. I brought him, darling."

I knew all she could see of me was a silhouette against the light in the hallway but I could see her eyes widen as she cooed, "O-O-O-Ohhhhhhhh, D-Daddy! ... O-O-O-O-Ohhhhhh! Make him go away." She giggled evilly as she said this.

My step-dad played along, and raising an eyebrow and winking at me laughed, "Okay, darling. I'll send him away."

She roared," O-O-O-O-Ohhhhh! N-N-Nooo!... N-N-Nooo! ... N-N-Noooooo! ... N-N-Noooooo! ... D-Don't you dare send him away!"

Step-dad set the flashlight down on the bedside table and sat down on the edge of the bed. He kissed Susan on the cheeks and behind the ears while she purred with delight. He slowly lowered the blanket and sheet to her knees and picked up the flashlight. He held it in his mouth so that the beam formed a big circle of light over her crotch. He started pulling up her nightgown, revealing her thick smooth white thighs and her round, white belly and gorgeous hips, ready to burst out of her tight silk panties. He beckoned to me and mumbled through his clenched teeth, "T-Take a l-l-look."

He grabbed hold of the edge of her panties and pulled them apart from the left side, exposing half of her fat-lipped twat, covered with thick, black, vibrating pussy hairs.

He stayed that way for a long time like a statue with the drool falling from his mouth onto her steaming cunt lips. I inhaled the wonderful pussy stink and had to zip my fly down to prevent my red-hot pecker from busting through my pants.

He put the flashlight on the edge of the table and directed its beam straight onto writhing Susan's big fat cunt, which by now was fully exposed as he had torn her panties right off from the crotch to the hips. He lifted her up with his fingers until he held her by her thick, smooth, round white thighs and stuck a pillow under her big, gorgeous, firm, fat ass cheeks so her "sex slit" was positioned at the perfect angle to receive due homage from "cunt sniffer Duane's" drooling lips.

He started laughing like a madman as he pointed with one hand to the moaning girl's starkly-naked, hot twitching cunt, bathed in the beam of the flashlight and held the pussy lips delicately apart with the thumb and forefinger of his other hand.

He stuttered in a hoarse half whisper, "S-S-Sniff it, goddamn you! ... Go ahead! ... S-S-Sniff it! ...S-S-Sniff it! ... S-S-Smell that b-b-beautiful p-p-p-pussy stink! ... S-S-Sniff it! S-S-Sniff it! ... S-S-Sniff it!"

I fell down on the end of the bed and put my face in her lovely, fat-lipped cunt and rubbed my cheeks back and forth into it until she screamed with ecstasy, all the while sniffing in suffocating gasps up and down the quivering slit and kissing the plump, round, black-haired mounds on each side around it. My mouth was slimy with hot spit by now and I stuck my tongue to the hilt up her steaming twat and left it there. She was shooting pussy juice from her clit all around the bubbling, squishy deposit of spit I had left there and raving, "O-O-O-O-Ohhhhhh! ... Y-Y-You're b-b-better than D-D-Daddy! ... O-O-O-O-Ohhhhhh! ... Y-Y-You're even b-b-better than D-D-Daddy! ... Y-Y-You're even b-b-better than D-D-Daddy!"

Susan was tongue-fucked to total bliss until her brains fried three or four times that night before my step-dad could hold off no longer and pushed me aside and gave her a royal fucking with my tongue fucks in between orgasms to the number of a half dozen or so.

When we retreated to our separate rooms, my step-dad laughed and said he thought I had for sure found out that night the real meaning of pheromone frenzy.