Message-ID: <7168eli$9801102336@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: cuntmissy Subject: The Reunion (2/2) by Phil Phantom (MMFfmm inc) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <34B77F76.57EB@hotmail.com> PART TWO OF TWO WARNING! The following story is an uncensored sexual fantasy involving practices that are illegal, immoral, socially unacceptable, and messy. Only mature adults with a firm grasp on reality should venture further. This story promotes nothing, and nothing in this story should be taken seriously. Readers are cautioned not to attempt any of these acts without professional guidance and a net. If you are underage, hit the 'K' key. Reading stories like this can make you go blind. If you are a servant of the Lord, looking for sinners to convert, study this story and memorize it. This will help you recognize sinners when you see them. Good luck, and avoid mirrors! Phil Phantom "The Reunion" By: Phil Phantom CONTINUED FROM PART 1 Just then, the bedroom door opened. We drew apart. Barbara quickly adjusted her skirt. I sat back. Brad and Tommy scooted free of the doorway. Jenny emerged first, still nude, followed by Brent, also nude. He held her by the scruff of her neck in his powerful left hand, guiding her toward us as the boys ran ahead to view the spectacle from the front. Brent's semi-rigid, wet cock dangled and swayed between his hairy muscled thighs with each step. As he neared us, my eyes could not resist staring at it. It was a magnificent piece of work, eight inches long and thicker soft than mine was fully erect. The skin looked silky smooth and he had a nicely formed little helmet. His balls were enormous. I could not blame Jenny for falling under his spell. Jenny looked like a fresh-fucked whore. Her hair was sticking to her face. Her body glistened with sweat. Semen poured from her raw gaping cunt and cascaded down her inner thighs. The boys gawked at the mess Brent made of her pussy. Brad, especially, enjoyed the sight, bending to peer between her legs as they stopped before me. He said, "Wow, Uncle Brent really fucked the shit out of Mom!" Jenny was beyond embarrassment. In fact, she seemed to take delight in her lewd exhibition. Brent had come to a halt beside Barbara's chair, draping a heavy arm around her neck. The weight pulled her head towards his crotch. Barbara stiffened at first, but slowly relaxed. Her head went closer. Brent put his hand on her head and guided it to his crotch. Her left cheek came to rest on his pubic mat. Her nose hooked over the base of his cock. Brent presented me with a bizarre spectacle and said, "You stole my cunt twenty years ago, Shrimp. I'm willing to let that slide. Jenny probably never told you that she gave me her twat. I claim it and everything connected to it, including everything that has emerged from it. That means your kids belong to me. >From now on, they will call me Daddy, and they can call you Arnold, Shrimp, or whatever pleases them. Furthermore, you get no more free pussy from Jenny. She'll cost you one-hundred bucks for a short time. Take it or leave it." I nodded meekly. Brad laughed and said, "Hey, Barb, how does it smell down there. That's Mom's nasty pussy juice you're smelling." Brent told Jenny to sit on the table and lie back. She pleaded but complied. He made her draw her legs open and back, then stepped over and motioned Brad in. Brad got between her legs and followed Brent's finger. Brent urged him to look closer and closer. When Brad's head was less than six inches from her gaping cunt, Brent shoved his head in tight to her cunt, sealing his face against her pussy. Jenny cried out. Brad struggled uselessly. Brent taunted, "You show respect for your mother, even if she is a whore, understand, boy?" With that, he let go. Brad fell back on his ass, rising on straight arms, his face smeared with semen and fuck juices. He stared back at Brent in complete shock. Brent told me to kneel between her legs. I got up and knelt. I knew what was coming. He said, "Clean this bitch's twat and legs, Shrimp." I started with the runs that were lowest on her calves and lapped up their combined juices until I got to her pussy. Jenny got to an upright posture to watch me eat her pussy. Since oral sex was something we'd never done, it was quite a thrill for her. I did my best to make it more thrilling. Behind me, I could hear Brent instructing Barbara in giving him head. Jenny kept glancing past me to the sight, growing more excited with every lap of my tongue. The boys feasted their eyes on the duel spectacle, going from one couple to the other, poking their heads in for good views. I brought Jenny to a climax, gave her a few good licks for good measure, then turned to watch Barbara. She was on her knees with her mouth stuffed with Brent's erect cock. It looked to be eleven inches long and as thick as a child's forearm. She pumped the shaft with one hand and cupped his balls with the other. Brad was beside her, grinning with his face near hers. He looked up to Brent and said, "Daddy, are you going to shoot off in her mouth and make her swallow it?" Brent pushed Barbara's head off with a sucking pop. Barbara looked surprised. He lifted her to her feet and pushed her into Brad's arms, saying, "Why don't you and Tommy take her into my bedroom and tie her up for fucking. Be creative." He turned to Jenny and said, "You go with them and supervise. I need to have a little talk with hubby." Jenny got down and followed them. Barbara kept glancing back to me as Brad dragged her along. When they were out of sight, Brent pulled up the chair Barbara had vacated. I took my seat. He smiled, and said, "Look, Arnold. I know you're getting off on this. Jenny told me of your little kink. Let's not bullshit each other, okay?" I nodded. "I won't be here long, three months, six months, tops. I've volunteered for a special program sponsored by the UN. It involves disarming land mines in third world countries. Those nasty fuckers are everywhere by the tens of thousands. Little kids are getting killed and maimed every day. I can't take retirement. I've got no family, nothing much to live for. I won't survive long doing that kind of work. It's a numbers game. It's not if you fuck up, but when. I might last a year, maybe two, but one day...BOOM, no more Brent. Don't give me those phony sad eyes. I'm not looking for sympathy. If it matters to you, I'll tell you what I want here." We were interrupted by Brad. He ran into the dining room and retrieved his mother's panties from the floor where Tommy took them off. On the way back, he said, "She needs a gag." Brent and I exchanged smiles. I said, "I don't understand, Brent. Why would you do this?" "It's personal. Let's just say I have a lot to atone for. The point is, I want my last days here to be my best. I want to experience everything sexual I've ever dreamed of, with the girl I've always dreamed of. I also want to leave a kid or two behind. She told you of my plans to knock her up. I plan to knock Barbara up, too. Furthermore, I want those kids carried full term. If you or anyone else interferes, there will be hell to pay." "Jenny is resigned to bear your kids, Brent. She even wants Barbara involved. I won't interfere." "Good, I didn't think you would. I'm going to leave you to raise my kids, Arnold. I have two-hundred thousand dollars in life insurance. I'm making Jenny the beneficiary. The UN will add another hundred grand. I want my kids to know that I'm their father. I want them christened, Hightower." "We'll do that, Brent." "You're a good man, Arnold. You realize of course, that I'm going to use the shit out of your family for a while." "You made that quite plain." "I've just begun. You might get off on it; you might not. It might get old. Don't be a hero, okay? Grin and bear it." "I'll be okay. You haven't heard a complaint yet." "No, but you haven't seen your little girl squirming on the end of my dick, either. I have plans for that kid. You might not like them." "Don't be too sure." "You interested in fucking her?" "The thought has crossed my mind." "Are you willing to pay two-hundred bucks a pop. I need some mad money." "That sounds reasonable to me. Just to keep peace in the family, how about upping the price of Jenny to match it. We can afford it." Brent smiled, patted my shoulder, and said, "I always liked you, Shrimp. Okay, it's two bills. Look, Jenny don't know about the UN deal. She thinks I'm here to stay. She thinks she and Barbara are going to be pumping out kids for years. Let's leave her to think that, okay? She's getting off on the idea." "Yes, I could tell." "Well, they should have little Barbara all set. Want to watch?" "I wouldn't miss it for the world." "Just for appearances, what say I have them strip you and tie you to a chair?" "Sounds kinky. I think they'd like that." "All right, from now on, I'm treating you like dog meat. As far as I'm concerned, we never had this conversation." "I understand. Oh, and Brent, I really got off on cleaning up after you." "Yeah, it looked that way. You could act a little less enthusiastic...you know, just for show." "Yeah, right. Sorry. I'll try." "You ever suck a guy off, Shrimp?" "No, never." "You will. Come on, maybe after I'm through pounding Barbara's cunt, I'll set her on your pecker. See if you can't work up a good hardon while you're watching." "That will be no problem. She's hot for you, or couldn't you tell." "I noticed. She's just like her mother." Brent shoved me through the door. I regained my balance and saw what they'd done to Barbara. She was naked, tied spread eagle to our bed. They'd placed two pillows under her ass. Brad and Jenny were each tying a length of pantyhose to each of Barbara's knees, drawing her knees out fully and tying the ends to the bed frame. Jenny's panties had been stuffed in her mouth and secured with nylon hose. Barbara struggled and strained at her bonds, raising her sweating head to look about with eyes bugged out. She was obviously having second thoughts about losing her virginity. Brent propelled me to the foot of the bed. We gazed on her wide open spread. Brent taunted, "Get a good look at your virgin daughter, Shrimp. She won't be a virgin much longer. Jenny, Brad, strip him and tie him to a chair. I don't want him getting heroic once I get started." Brad ran for the chair. Jenny came over and started unbuttoning my shirt. While working, she whispered, "I'm sorry, Arnold. You know I have to do this. I had a talk with Jenny. She understands the situation. She's just nervous right now." She drew off my shirt and pulled my undershirt over my head. Brad returned with the chair and set it beside the bed by Barbara's hips. Jenny removed my shoes, then dropped my pants and shorts. I stepped free, naked. Brad led me to the chair and tied my hands behind the chair back. He also tied my ankles to the front legs. My dick started to stand as soon as Brent knelt on the end of the bed. The boys got on each side and watched Brent advance on his knees, fisting his growing erection. Brent called Jenny over and told her to guide his cock into Barbara's cunt. Jenny knelt beside Barbara's left hip, took hold of Brent's cock, and aimed the head at Barbara's open cunt. She ran the crown up through our daughter's wet lips, then centered the head at her opening. Brent gave a shove, Barbara groaned. He shoved harder, she groaned louder. The head passed her inner ring of muscle tissue. He paused to let her adjust. Jenny jacked his shaft and smoothed her other hand over Barbara's lower abdomen, offering soothing words. Barbara breathed in short shallow breathes, looking down at her vulnerable spread, beads of sweat dotting her wrinkled brow. My cock ached. Brent lunged. Barbara squealed into her gag. He broke her hymen and was in by half. He paused. Jenny stroked the stretched lips surrounding Brent's cock. Brent took two more inches and started a slow easy in and out sawing motion. Barbara lathered quickly. Pink wetness appeared on his shaft. He took deeper and longer strokes. Barbara's head flailed the mattress as Brent continued to gain deeper penetration. Brent remained on his knees to give everyone an unhindered view of his cock entering Barbara's stretched pussy. Her pussy seemed to be chewing on his meat, reluctant to let it withdraw. Her lips clung tenaciously to his shiny shaft on the outstroke, and puckered inward on the instroke. Brent had managed to insert all but the last inch. He exclaimed, "Fuck! This is one tight pussy. Hang in there, kid. Just one more inch to go." Barbara shook her head wildly. Brent ignored her and pressed in, grasping her hips for leverage. Amazingly, his cock went in further. Two more attempts seated him fully. He stopped to rest with their pubic hairs mashed together. Throughout the fucking, Tommy kept looking at my dick. He seemed as fascinated by it as Jenny and Brad were with the fucking. When Brent took a break, Tommy eased off the bed and sat on the floor between my knees, looking at my cock weeping pre-cum. He reached out and touched it. My cock jerked. He touched it again. When I made no comment, he wrapped his fingers around the base and squeezed. Jenny looked over from behind him and made a puzzled face. She tapped Brent to alert him. They watched Tommy bring both hands to play on my pulsing meat. He was soon jacking me off and moving his face in closer. From the other side of the bed we heard Brad say, "Go ahead, Tommy, suck Dad off. He likes sucking my cock. He's been doing it since he was eight. Do him, Tommy; you know you want to." Tommy needed no further encouragement. He got up over my cock and engulfed the head, sucking hard and jacking fast. It was all I needed. My cock exploded in his mouth. Tommy sucked and swallowed like a pro, milking my cock of every last drop. I was awed, so were they. He didn't want to stop; he was trying for another. Jenny just shook her head with a smile. She returned her attentions to their genitals. She dipped her head and planted kisses near the juncture. Brent drew out all but the head to allow her further access. Jenny used this freedom to get her tongue down along where his shaft entered her pussy. She laved the area of Barbara's pussy and managed to suck on our daughter's clit. Barbara had recovered significantly. Her head was up. She watched her mother licking her stuffed cunt. I could see the passion in her eyes. Gone was any sign of anxiety. The licking obviously set well with her. She let out a pleasant moan every time Jenny fastened on her clit. While this was going on, Brad played with and sucked Barbara's 'B'-cup tits. Brent gradually returned to a slow, steady, deep fucking of her cunt. Barbara responded to the fucking this time. She had little freedom of movement, but I could see her straining to meet his strokes. The pace picked up. Jenny got a lick in here and there. Brad had gotten off the bed and stripped. He returned to kneel at Barbara's head, jacking off, aimed at her face. Barbara watched with interest and hunger. She wanted at that six-inch rod. Her muffled noise got Jenny's attention. When Jenny saw what Brad was doing, she immediately abandoned Barbara's crotch. She went up to Barbara's head on hands and knees. Her ass faced me. I had a great view of Jenny's dripping, inflamed sex. She took Brad's cock fully into her mouth, surprising him. She sucked hard on the boy's cock, right over Barbara's face. Tommy stopped sucking me to peer between his mother's legs. Inspired, he reached over and entered her with a finger. Jenny wiggled her rear. He pursed all fingers at her opening and shoved. His hand went inside her well-oiled pussy. Jenny stiffened and groaned around Brad's cock as Tommy began fist fucking her. I just sat there, totally mesmerized by the transformation that had taken place in my family members. It was as if a sex fairy waved a magic wand and turned everyone into sex-starved maniacs. Barbara was the first to climax, followed by Brad, then Jenny. Brent paced himself, waiting until he had everyone's attention. In a dramatic finale, with the others gathered at Barbara's loins, he gripped her hips and pounded her cunt. Barbara climaxed again as her cunt filled with sperm. Brent's pumping made squishy, sucky noises as he continued thrusting. Sperm and cunt juice whipped into a milky froth. He shuddered and groaned out the last squirts then slowly eased out. Jenny dived into the vacated space, gluing her face to Barbara's gaping, drooling gash. She climbed over Barbara, positioning her knees on the outside of Barbara's head. She stopped long enough to tell Brad to remove Barbara's gag. He removed the gag and Barbara lifted her face into her mother's cunt. The two went at each other like practiced lesbians while we guys watched. Tommy remarked, "Boy, they sure like each other's pussies, don't they?" Brad said, "Man, this is great! I never thought I'd get to see this." We watched the two bring each other to several orgasms. While they were engaged, Brent said, "All right you guys. I have some rules to lay down. Nobody but me cums in their cunts, understand?" Since he addressed me also, I nodded along. "In fact, I don't want either of you boys even sticking your dicks in a pussy. Shrimp, you can fuck pussy, but only with a condom, and only after paying cash. By the way, I'm raising the price of pussy to two hundred bucks. Both are them are too prime to go for one bill." Jenny looked over and smiled with a wet face. I returned a mock look of anger and frustration. This only made her smile broaden. She returned to sucking pussy. Brent went on, addressing the boys, "If you guys want off, use their mouths or assholes. You can have those anytime you want. Don't worry; they can't say no. If either one gives you any shit, just let me know." This bit of news spurned the girls on to greater excitement. They attacked each other's cunts and both climaxed together. After calming down, Jenny rolled free. Brent ordered Barbara released. He picked her up and held her aloft, right over my lap. Jenny held my stiff cock up as Brent lowered Barbara. She faced me with her legs out wide and sank right over my seven-inch dick. It was exquisite. Brent released her. They all gathered around. Barbara sat still for a moment, looking into my face with a self-satisfied smile. Brent ordered her not to move unless I agreed to pay up. Barbara began at once to plead with me to buy her. She said, "Oh, please give him the money, Arnold. Your cock is just right. I love it! Please fuck me!" I held out for show, making her plead all the harder. Jenny soon joined in. She actually went for my wallet and took out two one-hundred dollar bills, saying, "Say the word, Arnold." I held out for several minutes, then nodded. Jenny handed Brent the bills and Brent handed Barbara a condom, saying, "Put this on him, then give him a ten minute ride. If he can't get off in ten minutes, tough shit!" Barbara wasted no time. She had me covered and mounted in seconds. I came after only three minutes, but she remained for the full ten, riding my shrinking dick. The next three months were the greatest and most bizarre in our lives. The sleeping situation worked out, since Jenny and Brent always took at least one kid to bed with them and I slept in the empty bed. Sex was a constant amusement at our home, with everyone fucking everyone else. I spent five thousand dollars on pussy in the first month. Both Jenny and Barbara got pregnant that first month also. As soon as we knew for sure, their pussies were made available to us. Brad loved fucking his mother and gave her little respite. If he had had to pay, he would have easily spent fifty-thousand dollars on Jenny alone. Luckily, both were free to the boys. Tommy rarely availed himself of pussy, preferring cock, mine or Brent's. He even took it up the ass like a pro. Brent was with us for three months, then shipped out without warning. My family was depressed by his departure. I explained the situation. In the spring of '93 we were blessed with two new family members--Brent Hightower Jr. and Christa Hightower. Jenny gave birth to the boy, Barbara had the girl. In April of '94, we got a check for three-hundred thousand dollars. I placed the money in a trust fund for Brent's children. A picture of a younger Brent in his Green Beret uniform, receiving the Congressional Medal of Honor from President Nixon, hangs over our mantle like a shrine. A large binder contains hundreds of news clippings about the work he did with the UN. He got what he wanted. THE END -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ |