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Date: Sun, 03 Jul 2005 02:18:01 +0000
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The Brady Bunch - Part 4
Bobby, Cindy, Peter, and Jan all left for school. Bobby and Cindy were both in
their first year at high school, Peter was a junior, and Jan was a senior, due
to graduate in a couple of months.
Bobby had gym 1st period, as did his best friend Tom. While they were dressing
Bobby told him about getting laid the day before, although he was careful not to
mention who he had fucked. Greg had made it plain what would happen if word of
their "family affair" got out. Being 14 years old, this conversation gave both
boys a boner, even though Bobby had already gotten off twice that morning. While
neither boy was gay, and had never touched the other, they had masturbated
together, and now seemed like a great time. They ducked out of the boys locker
room the back way, going through the coach's office, and got into a plumbing
access area that not many students knew about. Tom's dad was the plumber the
school hired, though, and Tom sometimes had to work with his dad on weekends, so
he had been there before. That was how he knew about the flashlight that was
hanging just inside the entrance.
As soon as they were inside both boys stripped off their shorts and began
tugging on their cocks, Tom asking Bobby to tell him again about getting laid.
Bobby was a little nervous about talking so close to the door, so they moved
into the passageway, stroking their dicks as they walked. They hadn't gone very
far when they heard voices, girls voices, from somewhere up ahead. Bobby was
the first to realize that the sounds were coming through the wall, and that
they must be alongside the girls locker room or shower. It was funny, but the
voices seemed to be loudest in spots, and the spots were marked by large pieces
of drywall leaning against the opposite wall. Both boys were stumped, standing
there butt-naked, holding their cocks in one hand, listening to the voices. Tom
was shining the flashlight over the wall, when a sudden twinkle caught both
their eyes. Investigating, they discovered a hinge, fitted flush and covered
with dirt. A little searching uncovered a second, slightly higher hinge.
Something was here, but how did it open? Bobby had an idea. He grabbed a piece
of the cut out drywall and held it against the wall with one edge lined up with
the hinge. Sure enough, feeling around at the other edge his fingers found a
very small indentation in the wood. About the right size for a nail to be
inserted, of which there were plenty lying around. When they finally pried it
open it was everything they had hoped. They were looking directly into the
girls locker room. It was empty at the moment, but in 20 minutes or so a class
would be finishing and there would be 30 or so sophomore girls showering and
dressing. Bobby had only seen two-way mirrors on TV, but he figured that's what
they were looking through. Plus the fact they were looking out over sinks and
counters. They went to each of the cut out pieces of drywall and found the same
thing, small doors that looked through mirrors into the girls locker room. The
last two were even more surprising. One was the mirror in the women's coaches
office, and the last was in the girls shower. Neither of them had even known
there was a mirror in the shower. There certainly wasn't in any shower they had
ever been in.
Gym class was over, and 30 sweaty girls poured into the locker room. As they
watched the girls strip their cocks thickened and lengthened. Neither had ever
seen so many tits, asses, and pussies before. Bobby stroked his cock, watching
Sandy Morgan strip. She was the best built girl in school, with tits even bigger
than Jan's. He followed her in the mirrors, watching her jugs bounce and swing
as she walked to the shower. His cock throbbing, he slowly jerked himself off,
watching her lather her tits, squishing them under her hands, rolling them
around, making sure they were clean. She washed her stomach, then slid the soap
between her thighs and scrubbed her pussy. Next was her ass, which she washed
with both hands, which made her boobs stick out even further. Bobby slowed his
pumping, not wanting to cum to soon. He fondled his balls, rolled them between
his fingers, massaged his rod with both hands. He watched her towel herself off,
then begin to dress. She pulled on a pair of pink lace panties, then the
matching bra. Bobby was just about to switch to another girl when Sandy started
walking straight toward him. She came to the mirror he was behind, set down a
little bag, and began to apply her makeup. She wasn't more than a foot away, and
she was in her underwear. With a low groan Bobby began to cum, spurting thick,
creamy goo at the wall, all the while staring at Sandy's lace covered boobs.
When he was finished Bobby looked around for Tom, who was down at the shower. He
watched as his friends cock began to squirt, the cum splattering against the
wall. The boys quickly closed the shutters, rubbing dirt on the hinges, then
headed back. They both had Math 2nd period, and that was one class you had
better not be late for.
Greg was deep in Marcia's pussy, enjoying the quiet of the house and the warmth
of her cunt. Group fucks were fun, but Greg really liked boning Marcia one-on-
one. The others would be home later, but for now it was his cock, her cunt and
plenty of time.
Carol entered the house through the kitchen. They had closed a major deal at
work, and to celebrate they had given everybody the rest of the day off. She was
headed for the stairs and a shower when she heard a groan coming from the TV
room. She walked to the half-open door and peeked inside, not really sure what
she would see, but not expecting to see her oldest daughter and her step-son
fucking on the couch. She was stunned, and completely at a loss. She felt she
should protest, but they weren't really related, and they were both old enough
to make up their own minds. As she watched Greg pulled out, stroked his shaft
several times, then began to cum on Marcia's snatch and stomach. When he
finished he rubbed his cock in the gooey mass on her belly, then slid it slowly
back into her cunt.
Without realizing it, Carol was becoming aroused. The longer she watched, the
harder her nipples became. Her hands pressed against her stomach, then slid
upward to her breasts. She massaged them through her blouse and bra, rolling and
squeezing them. Her fingers flew through the buttons, then opened the blouse.
She cupped her boobs, bra and all, then slid her fingers inside the bra, lifting
each tit clear and allowing them to hang over the bracups. While her left hand
continued to play with her boobs, her right began its slow, sensual descent down
her stomach, heading for her pussy. She pressed her silk panties against her
mound, then slipped a finger inside and stroked her pussy lips.
She watched as Marcia suddenly lunged up against Greg, her body taut, every
muscle spasming with the force of her orgasm. When she finally subsided Greg
pulled out, still rock hard, and told Marcia to lean against the back of the
couch so he could fuck her doggy style. As she watched Greg enter her daughter
from behind, Carol lifted her skirt, bunching it around her waist, and removed
her soaked panties. Watching Greg and Marcia fuck, she began alternately rubbing
her pussy and finger-fucking it. She couldn't remember the last time she had
been this hot. When her orgasm hit she leaned against the door frame, a loud
moan escaping from her throat.
Greg and Marcia were startled by the sudden moan coming from behind them. Greg
pulled out and turned quickly, then froze when he saw his step-mother leaning
against the door, her clothes in disarray, two fingers in her snatch. There had
never been any doubt in his mind that he would fuck his step-mother one day, and
he wasn't going to let this incredible opportunity get away. He moved toward
Carol, stopping in front of her and dropping to his knees. He pulled her fingers
from her snatch and pushed his face against her, burying his tongue as deeply as
he could in her hot, slick pussy. She responded as he had hoped she would, her
fingers locking in his hair and pulling him hard into her. He could hear her
whimpering as he alternately licked, sucked, and tongue fucked her cunt.
Carol knew she shouldn't do this, but the mouth on her pussy felt so good, and
it had been such a long time since she had been eaten. She felt herself peaking
again, and all thought fled. She gave herself to her orgasm, her body tingling
with power.
Greg stood up, still gripping her ass, and lifted her easily. Her legs opened,
wrapped around him as he had known they would. He lowered her to his cock,
leaned her against the wall, and thrust upward as hard as he could, slamming his
long, thick prick into her all at once. He held her there, fucking as hard as he
could, uncaring about anything except the fire in his balls. He thrust as deeply
as possible into Carol's pussy, his body smashed against hers, and pumped his
hot, gooey load into her.
Carol felt the cock inside her explode. Mike had never cum this intensely in all
the years they had been married. It was unlike any fuck she had ever
experienced, this huge cock erupting inside her. She slid over the edge, her
third orgasm shattering her, ripping long, low moans from her.
Marcia watched the two of them come back to reality. Her fingers danced across
her pussy, stroking and thrusting, keeping her aroused. She saw Greg pull out of
her mother, take her by the hand, and lead her to the couch. Carol sat next to
her daughter, a little afraid of what she knew was coming, but aroused enough to
go with it. She hadn't been with another woman since college. Marcia stroked
Carol's thigh, then leaned toward her pressed her lips to her mothers. Carol's
mouth opened slowly, allowing Marcia's tongue inside. With her eyes closed,
Carol couldn't tell the difference between her daughter's tongue and any other
she had played with. When she responded to the kiss Marcia came into her arms,
plastering her body against her mothers.
Marcia broke the kiss, and began the slide downwards, kissing and licking Carols
full, round boobs, then tonguing her way down her stomach. She slid to the
floor, spread her mother's legs, and buried her face in hot, steamy pussy.
Greg stood beside them, playing with his cock, watching Marcia eat the cunt he
had so recently been fucking. He was at that strange stage, not hard enough to
fuck, really, but too hard to put it away. He knew how to take care of that.
Stepping up behind Marcia, he straddled her, moved close to the couch, and
reached for Carol. His fingers wrapped in her hair, then he pulled her close and
rubbed his cock against her face. Carol removed one hand from Marcia's hair and
took hold of the prick in her face, guiding it to her mouth. She sucked the head
into her mouth, working it with her tongue. Greg stood still, allowing Carol to
suck him any way she wanted.
Carol had never had a bone this big in her mouth. She sucked several inches in,
then rubbed the underside of the head with her tongue. A sudden stiffening told
her how Greg felt. She sucked harder, then circled it with her free hand and
began pumping it, back and forth, sucking each time she stroked toward her
mouth. She felt it stiffen some more, and knew it was ready. She wanted to be
fucked by that monster dick again.
Greg pulled away from Carol, lifted Marcia to the couch, and draped her across
the back, butt up. He turned Carol around, and lay her next to Marcia. He
stroked the two pussies, then moved up against Carol and pushed his rod into
her. He fucked her slowly, thrusting all the way in and pulling all the way
back. After 10 strokes he pulled out and entered Marcia, fucking her the same
way. He stayed in Marcia, gradually picking up speed, until he was fucking her
the way he always did, fast and hard. He wanted Carol to see her daughter get
off, and he wanted to be the cock getting her off. When Marcia began banging
back against him he knew she was getting close. He thrust harder, driving deep.
He could feel her hot juices flowing around his pole, could feel her cunt
clenching and relaxing. When it was over he pulled out, grabbed Carol by the
hips, and slammed home in one stroke. He fucked her the way he had earlier, all
power and speed, banging against her soft ass with each stroke. He managed to
hold himself back until her orgasm began, then he pumped another load deep into
his step mother's pussy.
THE END.....*sigh*.
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