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Subject: NEW PART 11: Par-don the Hard-on (Mg Mg group/cons/incst/het/ etc.!
Date: Tue, 14 Oct 2003 00:43:46 -0700
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usual disclaimer: be of age to read; pure fiction; no reposting for
profit; property of the author.
author's notes: Header 'indicators' apply to the whole tale, which can
be found trough 'google, asi', or... www.storiesonline.net , which is a
free story site.
This segment may, (could), complete the tale. (I always 'itch' with
'new' ideas that clamor in my head for writing. LoL).
Your Comments Are Always Part of My Decisions! ~o.
"Par-don the Hard-on" ~oafish
part 11
Warm, brown eyes smiling down at me, I looked up through the wavy
cascade of dark red hair to see a concerned little pout. Her legs
spread across my chest, I found my hands atop the sleekness of Pamela's
wide-stretched thighs as my thumbtips idly stroked and kneaded within
the damp, secret, hollows of her groin. The youthful perfection of
her unblemished, cafe-con-leche skin led directly to the ten-year-old's
hormone swollen, almost hairless labia. I could feel the mixture of
her liquid heat and her big sister's saliva slowly squishing back and
forth on my sternum.
"Making babies with Polly... and even Aunt Mae, and playing around with
Penny is all just fine," she said. "But remember that I'm the one that
found you. *You're really mine!"*
My hands had slid up the narrowness of the girl's sides as she spoke;
until, with my fingers splayed between her ribs, my thumbs encircled the
engorged, purplish puffs of her protruding buds. Those oriental
tilted eyes drooped closed as she leaned in to me. My fingers
squeezed; my thumbs strummed and toyed with her developing firmness; and
I barely had time to heartfully mumble...
"You'll always be my 'number one', you gorgeous little nymph,"...
..before the full richness of her decending lips found mine.
Our tongues tangling through our soft, shared, little moans, I became
aware of tender little licks and fondles at my crotch. Someone was
carefully sucking and licking all over the sore sensitivity of my well
used dick! As our passionate, deeply felt kiss came to an end,
Pamela straightened up, looked over her shoulder, and started to giggle.
Raising my head enough to glance over her thigh, I was amazed to see
that sixteen-year-old Polly wasn't stopping with happily cleaning every
bit of residual splooge from my finally limp dick. She was squatting
on one leg with the other hotlyburnished leg wildly stretched to the
side. The red-brown gleam of her athletic pelvis was grinding in slow
circles as she tried *to wedge her tight, mahogany twat onto my big
toe!*
"Easy, Sweetheart! Careful there!" I was trying to counsel the
teenager... when suddenly the deep, burnt-sienna of her drooling,
tauntly muscled cunt engulfed my digit... *and squeezed!* Burning hot
with her desire, she twisted and wrenched with her voracious furnace!
Seeing Polly wide-eyed in her own amazement at the feeling, I watched
the sweaty twitching of her knotting abdominal muscles as she humped on
my wiggling toe-bone!
"Please... girl's! ...I ...we ...*I* ...need a break!" I pleaded in
accompanyment to Poppy's joyfully cackling laughter!
"Yes - yes... (ha-ho-ho-ho-ho)... Off him now! We
not...(hee-hee-ho-ho-hoo-a) ...not having Mr. Paul for dessert!
..(iiii-eee! ho-ho-ho)...!" Poppy was just cracking up at his own
humor!
Dusty, hony-brown Pamela's eyes were just sparkling with humor an lust
as she purpoefully dragged her lavender-pink pungency up over my chin...
before momentarily grinding her slimey, never-ending hunger on my nose!
Looking through the preteen's widespread, glistening crotch, I saw the
angular, coppery glow of Polly's body tense. Throwing her
teeth-clenched head back, she braced her palms on her corded thighs...
and with a clearly audible, wet, sucking 'pop', jerked her pelvis off of
my foot!
"Come on now girls. Let's give these guys a rest while we get the coffee
and cake," said 'Auntie' Mae, as she led the suculent, multi-hued parade
into the kitchen.
Tearing my eyes away from all that flexing and jiggling of departing
female flesh, levered my exhausted and abused body up onto the couch.
Poppy's parchment thinness was still vibrating with amusement in his
wheelchair as I incoherently began to vent my reeling mind.
"Who?... I mean, what do you... Which?... I guess I mean 'When'?... but
'How'?... un... help me, Mr. Li... I'm confused, ...exhausted,
..deliriously happy!.... and confused... They're all so beautiful!...
and willing!... and I... I... I'm trying to understand just how 'I'
feel... how 'you' feel... how 'they' feel!" I paused to try to bring
some kind of order to my rambling thoughts!
"You've told me that you want more babies that carry your, excuse me,
deceased wife's unique genes through the impregnating of your daughters.
And that, with your approval, Pamela chose me for this 'project'. And
yet, using the inspiration of watching your daughters, you seem to maybe
beginning to grow capable of the 'task' yourself. How... I mean, exactly
how do you want me to help you?"
In his halting speech, Poppy told me of his hopes, dreams... and as
though I were an old friend... yes, even his fears! He adored the
surprizing 'uniqueness' of all his multi-raced children and wanted more.
Yes, even he had been amazed that for the first time in years of trying,
he may have felt a ghost of a sensation while watching me 'fuckee' with
his cherished Pamela. He wanted to try to explore this further, but he
didn't want to leave the girl's pregnancy to the chance of his 'possible
improvement'. He trusted his, and his daughter's, intuitions and
feelings about my suitability, physically and emotionally, for this
project. And... one could never be certain... he might not survive long,
so he was trying to bring a stability into his daughter's future. ME!
"Girl's *like* you... all! Pam say she love you! Polly like you...
her first time with man! Polly does run-fast and jump for team at
college... likes only other girls... but she likes 'you'! Penny is my
'Precious-One'... too little to give Poppy baby yet, but she fits Poppy
smallness... and maybe I grow with her!? Pamela and Polly both to make
baby soon as can. You maybe help Poppy grow strong for Penny.
Mae is like family... if she want to bring more rainbow to family, this
make Poppy more happy too!"
My mouth was hanging open. And if I thought my mind was awhirl with the
possibilities... I truely wasn't prepared for what he was about to
propose!
"You come live here. Fuckee girls alla time, not waste possible
'ripe-girl-time'! Fix room upstairs for just you... and this one
now... other one other time... 'Auntie' sometimes... we see. What you
think... help with Poppy's Babies?!"
A citrine, jiggling, butterball with flouncing black hair! A sashaying,
gliding, swivel-hipped, dusky redhead! A proudly striding, nappy-headed,
muscular, deeply bronzed ectomorph! A gargantuan midnight roll of a
dark, Amazonian beauty! They'd all quietly stood, listening in the
doorway, while pretending that the dessert was balanced in their hands.
My eyes flooded with the real sweetness of life as I surveyed their
hopeful faces!
Their exhuberant cheer when I dumbly nodded my agreement, was only
slightly tempered by my sheepish announcement...
"We'll have to wait to see what the morning brings, but for right now...
and it's all your fault!...
"...Par-don me girls, no Hard-on!"