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A Celebration

By: Ziggi1973



My fiancé and I have been playing poker online and in tournaments forever. Finally, it happened…we won over a million dollars in a tournament! All of our dreams were coming true. We had a new house, cars and some toys that we had always wanted. It seemed things could not be more perfect. I decided it was time to finally fulfill one of those fantasies that we'd always had. 

I left a note for my sweetie telling him I would be home around 7:00 with a surprise. I left it by his computer and headed out the door to take care of the details. 

I had to run a few errands, some mundane and ordinary and then there was the fun stuff. After the post office and drug store it was off to the local adult store. I looked around for quite some time. I was practically soaked through just thinking about the evening's events as it was, but watching a couple in corner made it even harder. They had their hands all over each other and it made me start thinking about hands running over my body, tweaking my nipples exploring my cunt. The couple noticed me watching. He seemed to enjoy the audience and shot his hand between her legs under her skirt when the clerk's attention was on someone asking him a question. I saw the deep satisfaction in his eyes as he lifted her skirt so I could see his fingers assaulting her pussy. Oh this was pure heaven. I loved to watch… and boy would that come in handy this evening. I grabbed my selection and headed up to the counter with my supplies. I turned back to the couple in the corner and had the strangest feeling we'd be seeing each other again somewhere. As I headed out the door I bumped into someone from work on his way into the store. Poor guy, he almost had a heart attack. I just smiled big, held up my bag of goodies and winked as I passed on by. I hoped the couple in the store would put on a nice show for him. 

I stopped at the bar, ordered a drink and waited. My "friends" should be here soon. I got a little lost in my daydreams and I was a little startled when I heard a woman's voice right next to my ear. "Hey sugar, you waiting for us." It was Alex and her friend Katie. I stood up and gave her a hug. "I'm so glad you guys could come. Sit down, we'll have a drink before we go." We sat and went over the plan for a bit.

Alex was a tiny thing. I met her years ago while I was bartending one summer when I was home from college. Her long hair hung straight down practically to her ass and was black, with red streaks in it. She fit that Goth image that I knew Tony would like; piercings and all. Her eyes were green like mine, but almost an emerald color. I smiled. Next to her, was Katie; a seemingly innocent girl. She was twenty-three, but looked all of 16 if she was lucky. Curly reddish-blonde hair and the lightest blue eyes you could imagine. I was pleased with myself. I couldn't deny it. I had bumped into Alex quite by accident the week before and we went out to lunch. Alex, was always very straightforward and I knew it wouldn't be long before our sex lives were the topic of conversation. Alex had been my introduction into the freakier side of life. We had never played together, but when I was 19 and still somewhat innocent she had kind of taken me under her wing. I guess I had never realized that I had my own little freaky side. Alex brought it out in me. We'd go out after work and I'd find myself doing things I had never imagined I would do. I loved every minute of it and I craved the excitement. 

Alex and I had grown apart. Our lives just seemed to drift and then, BAM, there she was last week. Smiling at me from across the street, like it was just yesterday we had gone out and raised hell. It was perfect. Tony and I had been together for three years. We were married, had everything we would ever need, and now it was time to play. He was my perfect match. Alex and I had talked for hours and by the end, we had made our plans. 

"Let's get going. I can't wait to meet Tony!" Alex squeaked. The three of us headed home to my house. Tony's car was there and I could see the lights on in the bedroom. 

The girls came in quietly behind me. I had expected Tony to be at the computer but I heard the shower running in the back. Oh this would work out well.

Katie decided she'd like to do the honors. We stayed up in the living room and she waited in our bedroom for Tony to come out of the shower. Shy, sweet innocent little Katie…my foot! She was a good friend of Alex's. Alex figured she would be the perfect girl to join us. I wished I could see the look on Tony's face as he got out of the shower and saw a strange girl sitting on the chair by the bed just waiting for him. I heard the shower stop and the door open. It was only a minute before I heard his surprised reaction…I giggled. I got us all drinks and was setting them down on the coffee table when Alex and I decided to take a peek. The door was open and he never even made it past the dresser. Katie had him backed up to the dresser and was on her knees sucking his cock in then licking his balls. Alex knocked on the door and said "Hi there. I see you met my friend Katie. I'm Alex…an old friend of Jen's." She proceeded to drop to her knees next to Katie. He just reveled in the moment. He looked from them sucking his cock over to me and just grinned. It was priceless. 

I snuggled in next to him and we kissed hard and long. I walked over to the bed and watched for a minute. It was a perfect sight. He had one hand on each of their heads and they were alternating swallowing his cock down their throats. His head was back and he was thoroughly enjoying his little "surprise". It was going to be quite the night. I retrieved my bag from the living room and knelt behind Katie. I lifted her skirt and started to rub a silver vibe down her ass, over her thong to her pussy. She shuddered for a moment. The metal vibe was cold, but not for long. I pulled her thong over her ass to her thighs and slid the vibe in her wet cunt. I hadn't turned it on just yet. I was teasing her. She looked back at me and pouted. I laughed and turned it on. I started fucking her slowly in and out. Alex turned and kissed me while Katie still sucked on Tony's cock very slowly, letting him slide all the way down her throat. She pushed back onto the vibe as she came off of his cock and then rocked in between the two. Alex had my sweater open and hanging off my shoulders. She looked up at me with pride. I hadn't told her about my nipple rings. She sucked on one and then the other flicking the rings with her tongue. You could hear the faint click of our piercings rubbing over one another. 

She told me to lie on the edge of the bed. I stood up and slid off my pants and laid back. Tony and I were facing each other. He could see quite clearly and I could see him. Alex crawled between my legs and touched my nipples, pinched them and then ran her hands down to my pussy. She touched my clit very lightly, back and forth and then when I closed my eyes for a moment she suddenly had her mouth on me. It was like electricity hit me and I came almost immediately. I opened my eyes to see Tony spraying his cum on Katie's face and tits. She cleaned him with her tongue, still pushing that vibe in and out of her hole. He whispered in her ear. Katie looked up at me and headed in my direction. Alex and Katie kissed and then switched spots. Katie licked at my pussy and Alex straddled my face. I pulled her down to me and sucked and licked at her pussy greedily. And although I couldn't see where Tony was I knew. I knew he was behind Katie watching the show and playing with the vibe in her hole. I heard Katie moan and felt the vibrations in my pussy and I started to cum again and in turn Alex started to cum all over my face. Alex rode my face and Katie sucked at my pussy and I felt the vibe inside me as she licked at my clit. Tony had handed the vibe to Katie and guided it to my pussy. Alex repositioned next to me and sucked on my tits and kissed my and told me to watch Tony fuck Katie in the ass while she ate me. "You want to see him fuck her like a little slut don't you? Tell him, tell him to fuck her hard." 

I did want to see it. I couldn't deny it. "Fuck her. Fuck her in the ass. I want to see you fuck that slut in the ass." Alex took over pumping the vibe into my pussy without mercy, pushing me closer and closer to the edge while Katie sucked furiously on my pussy. Tony had been rubbing his cock up and down her pussy getting it slick and ready to shove up her tight little hole and then he did. He grabbed her shoulders and pulled her back to him and Katie groaned into my pussy. 

Alex tugged on my nipple rings and told Tony to "fuck her harder. Make her cum. Fuck her ass." Alex had been fishing in the bag and I was so intent on watching Tony nail Katie I hadn't notice she was putting the strap-on on. She instructed us to rearrange, and it seemed we were all more than willing to take orders. Tony was still pounding into Katie's ass, but she had shifted to the right and was on her hands and knees on the floor at the foot of the bed and I was also on my hands and knees facing her. We kissed. Alex was behind me and then without warning shoved the dildo in my pussy to the hilt. Tony and Alex seemed to find the same rhythm and fucked Katie and I hard and fast. Everyone was moaning and groaning and I knew Katie and I were starting to cum. I looked up and saw the look on Tony's face and knew it was pushing him over the edge. Tony had his hand wrapped in Katie's hair and Alex had a handful of mine and then Katie was over the edge and I followed. Tony came hard and all we sort of collapsed in a pile on the rug. 

After a few minutes, we started to gather ourselves and decided to go to the living room for those drinks. It was early yet. We decided to recover for a bit and then head back out to the bar to see what other excitement we could find. 

To be continued…

A Celebration



It was nine days after the neighborhood house party I recently described. My wife, Barb, got a telephone call from Margie, our Scottish neighbor down the street. Margie called to invite us to join them in celebrating a Norwegian holiday. Ivan, Margie's husband, was Norwegian and approached all of life with gusto.

Our other neighbors had been rather quiet since the wild house party. I was surprised that we heard from Margie and Ivan so soon. On the other hand, they were European and much more casual about intimate relationships than the rest of us. 

Barb told me about Margie's call and said that she had accepted her Friday evening invitation when Margie told her that it would be just the four of us. 

"Are you sure you want to get that cozy with them?" I asked, wondering why Barb had accepted without checking with me first.

"They're really very nice," she replied a little sheepishly.

"It wouldn't have anything to do with seeing them relaxing on that king size bed with Walt last week, would it?" I quizzed with a sly grin. 

Barb flushed a bit. "I only saw them for a moment, you know," she responded.

"What were they doing when you just glanced at them on your way to the bathroom?" I pressed.

"Well, Margie was kissing and playing with Ivan at the time. Walt was just watching them."

"Playing with Ivan?" I repeated. "Playing how?"

My wife glanced away uncomfortably. "She was kind of sucking on Ivan," she finally admitted.

"So, you got a good look at Ivan's long dick, eh?" I teased good-naturedly.

"How do you know he has a long one?" Barb shot back.

"When they left the master bedroom, Margie and Ivan went to the guestroom. I saw them when I went looking for you. It was easy to see that Ivan is pretty well hung," I replied gently. 

"Then, Lynn saw them too, didn't she?"

I smiled, recalling how Margie looked from the back as she rode her husband's long dong. "Yeah, we peeked in, but we didn't bother them."

Barb thought for a moment. "Well, this is only a dinner celebration. Margie said that we would feast on boiled shrimp, a special Norwegian recipe, and toast each other with something she called glugg. I thought it would be fun."

I had a feeling there might be more to it than just shrimp and glugg, but decided that it would, indeed, be fun to see what Friday evening would bring.

*** It was about seven o'clock when Barb and I walked the short distance to Margie and Ivan's home. They met us warmly and offered us a drink to start the evening. We had a couple of drinks along with small talk, skirting any discussion of the prior week's party.

Margie wore her long, dark hair down, framing her pretty face. She wore a short, black dress and medium heels. A strand of pearls around her neck finished her look. Ivan wore cords and a bright yellow sweater or Nordic design.

I wore navy slacks and a golf shirt. Barb chose to wear a multi-colored print dress and black heels. Her light brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail. At the time, I thought to myself, "Here are two very well decked-out couples.

Margie showed us to their dining room. Crepe paper decorations hung over the table, and each place was set with party favors and a variety of glassware. 

"Very festive," I complimented as we took our seats.

Margie brought in a huge tray of whole shrimp, heads, tails, and all, while Ivan filled our glasses with his famous glugg. 

"Here is the rule," Ivan told us. "If I toast you, Barb, you must look directly into my eyes as we complete our toast. If you look away during the toast, you must drink the entire glass down. Got it?"

Before my wife could answer, Ivan announced "Skoal", and raised to Barb. My wife did her best to look into his eyes, but looked down at the last moment. She had to empty her glass.

Margie toasted me and, wouldn't you know it, I looked away and had to down my drink also.

"This isn't easy," Barb complained. "You guys have an advantage because you have done it before."

"You need more practice", Margie countered as she toasted Barb and smiled.

Again, Barb failed the toast and drank another full glass of Ivan's strong potion.

We dove into the shrimp, following Ivan as he pulled off heads and feelers, peeling off shell and enjoying the sweet meat. As the platter of shrimp grew smaller, the toasts continued and we all ended up feeling very festive. I never did learn what we were celebrating, but by then, it didn't really matter!

"Paul, you are a very naughty boy," Margie said as she toasted me yet again.

"How so?" I replied innocently.

Margie grinned. "Did you enjoy watching me ride Ivan last week?"

I blushed in spite of myself. "You had your back to us," I countered, "so how did you know that we saw?"

"I saw you two in the mirror, silly," she laughed. "I thought Lynn's eyes were going to pop out of her head," she continued with a giggle.

I was glad that I had already told Barb about seeing Margie and Ivan playing ride'em cowgirl that night.

"Yeah, and Barb said you were naughty earlier, when you were on the master bed with Ivan and Walt," I accused with a sly grin.

Margie was unabashed. "Well, our game of strip poker got us both pretty hot, I must admit. I just couldn't wait until we were home. What the hell, that's what people do isn't it?"

"We all got pretty wild the other night," I agreed. "It was fun and nobody got too upset."

"Well, I know one thing, playing strip poker and messing around like we did sure made me wet between my legs," my wife blurted out to my amazement.

We all laughed as she continued. "And now, talking about it has made my panties wet again!"

"You're not alone, honey," Margie confessed. "I'm tingling too and I really need to pee."

Margie excused herself and headed for the bathroom. We laughed heartily. I reached over and kissed my wife deeply. "I love you, sweetie. Remember, I'm okay with anything you want to experience, okay?"

Barb returned my kiss and squeezed my arm. "Yeah, I know what you said the other night. I hope you meant it."

The good-natured banter continued as we enjoyed our meal. Each toast seemed to get more intimate as we finally learned to stare properly while sipping our drink. Barb and Ivan frequently traded toasts, gazing lustfully into each other's eyes.

It must have been the combination of Ivan's strong alcoholic elixir, together with my wife's innate curiosity, that caused her to loosen up and become so much more adventurous. I suspected that the memory of her brief view of Ivan's long, thick shaft might have something to do with Barb's carefree and sexy manner. It was refreshing to hear her express and show her feelings so openly.

***

Once the dishes were cleared to the kitchen, we moved to their den. Ivan put on some music and poured everyone an after-dinner drink.

"Come and dance with me," Margie told Ivan when a slow song began. We watched for a few moments, then got up and held each other as we tried to dance without stumbling from all of the alcohol.

A new song started and I felt a hand pat my shoulder. "May I cut in?" Ivan asked.

I moved away and watched. Ivan took my wife into his arms and deftly moved to the beat. I turned to Margie and smiled. She silently moved to me and we swayed to the music. I could feel her firm cones pressing into my chest. Her arms wound around my neck and her fingers toyed with the hair on the back of my neck. 

"You feel good," Margie whispered. "I like holding you close like this."

Margie moved even closer and I knew that she could feel the bulge in my slacks grow firmer. Her leg slid in between mine and teased me through the fabrics that still separated us.

I glanced over to see if my wife was watching us. Imagine my surprise when I saw that she and Ivan were no longer dancing. Barb was stretched out on the couch and Ivan was kneeling beside her. They appeared to be kissing and Ivan's big hand was under Barb's print dress, resting on her nylon-covered thigh! I almost stopped dancing to say something, but Margie put her hand to my face and turned my head back, pressing her lips to mine in a long, soft kiss.

"Don't worry, Paul, she'll be fine," Margie cooed as she puckered her lips for another kiss.

Margie was obviously aroused, as was I. My mind could envision Margie and Barb sitting in our circle in their underwear a week earlier. Now, Margie was eagerly kissing and holding me while her husband was in a heavy petting mode with my wife, no more than ten feet away.

Margie's hand slid between us and cupped my stiffening cock through my slacks. My focus quickly turned to how nice it felt to have her rub and squeeze me. I got another glance at Barb and Ivan as Margie turned me and guided me into an easy chair. She moved between my legs and I her fingers felt for my zipper.

My eyes scanned back to the couch. My wife was sprawled there and Ivan had her dress and heels off. When Barb wears pantyhose, she doesn't bother with panties. As I watched, Ivan skillfully peeled my wife's pantyhose over her hips and down her slender legs. As he turned to toss her hose away, I saw my wife's brown bush. My wife was exposed to his gaze. When he leaned toward her again, his fingers unsnapped my wife's bra and she actually leaned up to help him slide it off. I was not at all surprised when Ivan bent and sucked on her small, pink nipple. 

It was then that I felt something warm. Margie's lips surrounded the head of my throbbing cock. My neighbor's fingers caressed my balls as she put several more inches of my stiffness into her mouth. 

"Mmm," Margie hummed as she skillfully sucked and licked my thick dick. 

"You taste good," she whispered smiling as she looked up from my lap. "Hep me get your pants off so I can do it better," she added.

I let Margie do the work and tried to help by pulling my shirt over my head. She finally managed to remove my slacks, briefs, and socks, leaving me totally nude. 

"Now you, Margie," I insisted.

Margie simply stood and let the straps of her black dress slide off of her shoulders. Her dress fell to the floor, revealing that she wore nothing under it. Her breasts were small and firm, topped with brown, half-dollar size nipples. Her nipples were erect and seemed to crave my touch. I didn't disappoint.

Margie returned to her earlier position and proceeded to suck me in earnest while I watched Ivan shed his clothes and stroke his long, thick cock so that my wife could appreciate it. Barb made no attempt to move from the couch, so I knew that Ivan had mesmerized her already.

"I want to feel you inside now," Margie announced and my focus returned to her ministrations.

I looked into my neighbor's eyes as she rose and straddled my legs. I could now see the dim light shining from drops of the womanly nectar now oozing from her inner labia. Margie's dark bush partially hid wet, bright pink cunt lips that were tucked up between her milky thighs.

Margie reached behind her and gripped my hard shaft and slowly, ever so slowly, lowered herself until the head was nestled between her warm, wet lips. I watched in awe as my shaft began to disappear inside of my pretty neighbor. She was warm and surprisingly tight...almost as tight as my Barb.

My hands busied themselves by massaging Margie's firm tits as she slid up and down, and back and forth on my cock. I was able to look over Margie's shoulder and watch as Ivan moved onto the couch and carefully began to press his long shaft into my wife's very tight orifice. 

"Oh God, oh, oh," I heard my wife exclaim as Ivan finally managed to sink his dick into her until their bodies melted together.

Margie fucked me and Ivan fucked my wife. Barb had her eyes closed most of the time, but I know that she was able to see Margie's bare ass as she rode up and down on my own thick dick. It must have been as arousing for her to watch me as it was for me to see her being pleasured.

I felt Margie's vaginal muscles tighten around me and then I felt her tummy begin to spasm as she flooded my cock with the juices of her orgasm. The warm liquid ran over my balls and between my legs. My balls tightened and my warm sperm shot up inside my neighbor's wife. Our juicy mixture felt so good as Margie collapsed against my chest, breathing hard.

"That was terrific," she purred. "I really came hard on you."

Our lips met and we kissed tenderly for a while, basking in the afterglow of our lovemaking.

My eyes opened and I looked back over to the couch when I heard some indistinct grunts.

"I'm going to cum, baby," Ivan gasped as he rapidly pounded his cock into my sweet wife's pussy. Her legs gripped his butt as he flexed and moved inside her. Barb's hands gripped her neighbor's arms and encouraged him.

"Yes, yes, oh yes, so deep, so good," Barb moaned as her own climax began. Both moved in a strangely animal-like rhythm until Ivan finally pressed against my wife, hard and deep. He raised his head and groaned as he emptied his balls deep inside my wife.

I sat with my arms around Margie as she lay quietly against my chest. Slowly, Ivan slid his body down and I saw his half-limp cock fall out of my wife's wet cunt. I was taken aback when he continued to slide down my wife's body until his face was mere inches from her just-fucked mound. My Barb lay with her legs still spread, breathing hard. 

Ivan looked over and saw that I was watching him. Deliberately, he lowered his face and began to lick my wife's leaking lips. As I watched in awe, he put his face on her and began to feast on their still-warm juices. Barb's eyes opened briefly. I had never touched her with my mouth after we finished making love. It was an entirely new experience for her...and for me as an observer.

After Ivan had licked and sucked for a minute or so, Barb cried out and arched her back, lifting her hips from the couch and pressing Ivan even harder into her sex. I watched as my wife had a second orgasm while my neighbor sucked cum from her. I knew then that I wanted to do it too.

I gingerly moved Margie away and helped her slip onto the carpet. Not to be outdone, I positioned myself with my legs over Margie's head. Then I lowered my face to her dark bush and began to lick her wet, messy slit with my tongue. Margie wasted no time. She began to suck on my sticky cock, cleaning our love juice from my shaft and balls while I dove as deep as I could into her folds. Holding her ass in both hands, I pressed her apart and licked her crack as far as I could reach in both directions.

"Mmm, taste me," Margie moaned as I continued to lap up the mess that we had made. I was surprised by how much liquid she managed to contain within her womb. She sucked, kissed, and played with me until I finally cleaned up all of the juice I could reach. Toward the end, she, too, enjoyed another climax when I used my tongue tip around her tiny brown button. I now knew about one of Margie's secret arousal spots.

When I finally came up for air, I looked to the couch to find it empty. I rolled off of Margie and sat up looking down into her eyes.

"That was wonderful, Paul," she said sincerely. "I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did."

"You know I did," I admitted. "You are a very loving person."

Margie looked around. "I guess our lovebirds are in the shower," she mused. "Shall we go find them?"

I helped Margie up and she held her hand between her legs as we made our way down the hallway to their bedroom. As we got to the door, we heard water running. 

"They have the shower, so we will have to use our tub," Margie told me with a wink.

When Barb and Ivan opened the shower door, they found Margie and I sitting in their oversized tub. I watched them dry each other and laugh together as they watched us soaking in the tub. 

"Wash my back for me," Margie told Ivan. "Then you can wash my pussy."

Ivan chuckled and knelt to do his wife's bidding. Meanwhile, Barb did my back and spent a considerable time soaping and cleaning my cock and balls. It was nice to feel her familiar fingers on me, confirming that she was not upset with the way the evening turned out.

Once everyone was clean and dry, we retired to the den. Barb helped Margie clean up the messes that we'd made on the couch and chair. Fortunately, they were leather and easier to clean than fabric. 

Ivan poured each of us a nightcap and we all sprawled naked on the carpet to sip our drinks and talk. 

Ivan admitted that he and Margie were hoping that we would be willing to share with them. They told us about several other couples they enjoyed back in Europe, and they described some of the holiday trips they took to nudist beaches and resorts in France and in the Caribbean. 

We are nude around the house most of the time," Margie admitted. "Now, you won't be shocked if you drop by unannounced and find us like this, will you?"

Barb smiled and nodded. "No, that's not a problem as far as I am concerned. I kind of like being naked like this. In a way, I feel like I've been set free tonight. I almost feel like a different person. In fact, Paul and I might like to join you if you decide to take a nude holiday again. How about it, honey?"

"I will certainly second Barb's last remarks," I confirmed. 

It was still a little hard to believe how much different my wife's attitude now was, compared to her feelings just two weeks earlier. My conservative wife's eyes had been opened to a new lifestyle. Now, I wondered, what other surprises were in my future. I knew for sure that our lives had changed. I sensed that we were both much more tuned-in to each other's needs and desires.

It was early in the morning when Barb and I finally made our way back home. She carried her panty hose and bra in her purse.

"I saw no reason to put everything back on," she told me. "After we get some sleep, I want you to give me what you so generously gave Margie last night!"

END of a beginning



A Celebration of Black Power



The name is Damon Edwards. A tall, good-looking young black man living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. And I'm surrounded by the fakest people on the planet. They're everywhere I go. At the library. At school. At church. At the Westgate Mall. Like I said, they're everywhere I go. Must be something in the water or something. As a brother who's keeping it real, it's getting increasingly hard to live. I try not to let these haters get to me, but there are too many of them. And they try too much shit. What's a brother to do?

At my favorite hangout, the Brockton Community Library, there is this broad named Lucinda, a fifty-something red-haired white woman with thick glasses who is the fakest of them all. I think she's one of those old guard feminists from the movement's golden days. A man-hater who embraces white womanhood and despises men and ethnic minorities. She must really hate living in the city of Brockton, a city where non-whites are now the majority. She seems to despise all males and all non-whites. The only people she shows kindness or appreciation to are her fellow white women. I think there are a lot of racist white women like her around. And they're the motivation behind the actions of racist white men. A few months ago, a racist white guy went on a rampage in Brockton. He wanted to kill as many non-whites as possible. He killed two Cape Verdean women and seriously wounded a third person. He's now in police custody. I hope he dies in prison. Preferably in a gruesome manner.

A lot of white men and white women are getting in touch with their inner racist these days. And I seem to be the only black person who knows it. I've always been on the lookout for racist people. Most people think of an angry white male when they imagine a racist person. Few people would dare imagine that the most racist people on the planet are white women. They're the ones motivating white males in those neo-Nazi and white supremacy groups. And these days, female memberships in racist groups is at an all-time high. That's what law enforcement officials and sociologists are trying to hide from the American public. The fact that white women are far more racist than white men. 

I've always known this. I've seen far too many fake-smiling white broads in my day. I see a lot of black men in relationships with white women. And I pity these men. Say whatever you want about the black woman in America but she's the most refreshingly honest of all women. If she hates your guts, she'll make sure you know. She won't hide it from you. She's loud. She's opinionated. And she's fearless. And that's just the way I like my women. It's hard being a black male in America. Black females need to be strong because they're the foundation of the black family. Without them, the black community is doomed. So when I see a black woman who's angry, I imagine that she has a reason to be. White women smile all the time because their lives are easy. White men made sure of that. 

I see a lot of interracial couples at my school, the University of Suffolk in downtown Boston. Black men and white women. White men and black women. White men and Asian women. White men and Hispanic women. White women and Hispanic men. White women and Asian men. These couples come in all shapes and sizes, and definitely all shades. They claim to be progressive. That they can see beyond race and appreciate each other as true human beings. I think they're all lying to themselves, that racial harmony is a sham but I could care less. 

Some black people think racism is dead just because a black man is President of the United States. I don't think so. You see, I think racism is genetic. I think people are genetically programmed to hate and fear anyone who's different from them. That's why people from rival tribes, nations and continents have been warring for thousands of years. That's why the Jews and the Muslims hate each other. Not because of religious differences. That's why white people hate all non-whites. I don't care what they say. They hate anyone who isn't exactly like them. If you don't have blond hair, blue eyes and alabaster skin, you're not cool in the eyes of white men and white women in America. That's just the way they roll.

A lot of people criticize me because of my views. I'm a law student and I very much want to be a district attorney someday. Perhaps even a lawmaker. I want to be the first lawmaker to ban racial profiling in any city or state in the United States of America. Cops hate black males. And black males hate cops. When the cops go out, I think they have a quota to meet. They must arrest or harass a certain number of black males that day otherwise they will get spanked by their precinct captain, or forced to haul the entire department's trash for a week. That's why they do what they do. Orders come from high up the ladder of command in all police stations. They must harass and intimidate black men otherwise they're not doing their jobs. Black cops on the police force are forced to prove their loyalties to the department by beating up some random black man on the street. Their way of showing that their allegiance is to the police department instead of their fellow black man, whether he's guilty or innocent.

The racist white men and racist white women in America are aided in their cause by what I call the Familiars. The Familiar is that black person who is perfectly comfortable being subservient to white people. He or she loves to submit their will to white authority. They don't like to see other black people progress or achieve success. They think success is the white person's dominion. Those blacks that fall into the category of Familiars are the true enemies of the black race. They're the infiltrators that racist white people use to hurt the black community. We shouldn't trust these Familiars. We should remove them from our midst. 

At Suffolk University, I found a few kindred spirits. Young black male and black female college students who wanted to help their community by being high-achieving intellectuals. We need more black men and black women to become doctors, lawyers, scientists, and all manners of luminaries who make our community and our race look good. We've got enough professional athletes, entertainers and roughnecks. We need more intellectuals. I have become a mentor for many of the high-achieving black students at Suffolk University. The best of them I welcome into the Brotherhood, a secret society of black men and black women in collegiate America. We join forces against racism in higher education. To join the Brotherhood, the black male or black female student must be a high-achiever with a clean record. Also, he or she must swear total allegiance to the black people. We don't accept people with misguided loyalties into our midst. Black guys and black chicks who reject their fellow black men and black women by being with outsiders aren't welcome among us. All others are cool. We've got to stay strong and avoid infiltrators and betrayers, you know. The Brotherhood exists on college and university campuses across America. We've been around since the early 1900s, at historically black colleges and universities across the country. And we plan on being around for the next hundred years, and beyond.



A Celebration of Good Men



My name is Ludovic Stein and I'm one of those guys whom you probably got warned about. I'm sexually adventurous. Many people think it's wrong for a man or woman to have multiple sexual partners over a short period of time. I think such people have a 1950s mentality. It's the twenty first century, people. Get real. Seriously. I am what I am and I do what I do. I have zero intention to stop anytime soon. 

What can I say? I'm popular with both the ladies and the gentlemen. I'm six-foot-two, with caramel-colored skin and curly black hair. My eyes are a pale gray. I am half African American and half German. A biracial stud who makes both men and women go wild. When I walk down the street, on any given day, both men and women turn and stare. Yeah, I got it like that. I don't mind. I simply love attention. Being a handsome, educated young man in today's society gives you many advantages. One is that if you play your cards right, you can have your pick of females. And males, if you're into men. 

I've done my share of experimentation with the sexes. Why, I once hooked up with a girl at a dance right under her boyfriend's nose. Yeah, I know. I'm bad. Nothing you can do about it. My first love was Martin Brown, a tall and good-looking black man. He was the chief of police in Falmouth at the time. A fine stud. I say male love, I mean it in the platonic sense. Martin was my best friend. Hell, he was my only friend. When I met him, he had recently broken up with his girlfriend of ten years and come out of the closet. 

Coming out is tough for any person, but it was particularly tough for Martin. Is America ready for an openly bisexual Black male chief of police? Martin gave them a chance to find out. Nobody was more stunned by that revelation than Martin's ex-girlfriend Kathleen Johnson. I've seen her. A fine-looking dame. She's a tall, alabaster-skinned woman with long blonde hair and pale blue eyes. She looks like a supermodel. She's actually a police officer at the very same precinct where her ex-boyfriend works. I guess life must be tough for her, as I'm sure it is for him. Those things are never easy. Or so people tell me.

I met Martin when he came to my high school to give a speech. I was only eighteen at the time and I noticed him. I had recently broken up with Manuela Giacomo, my fine-looking, big-booty, pretty-faced but smothering Mexican girlfriend. Manuela was crazy, man. That chick watched my every move. I ended up taking a restraining order against her. When Martin finished giving the speech, I approached him and asked him some advice about my problem. Manuela had been stalking me. Yes, female stalkers do exist. Most people think all stalkers are men. Well, female stalkers are out there and they're just as dangerous, if not more so.

Martin gave me some sound advice on how to deal with Manuela. It was tough for a man to take out a restraining order against a female in the state of Massachusetts. Manuela was a psycho woman and I wouldn't put it past her to become violent. I really didn't need that kind of drama in my life. Martin told me to show up at the police station and I did. He was there to greet me. I obtained the restraining order and kept the psychotic Manuela out of my life. I was a free man once again. You've got no idea how stressful this made my life.

Most men have probably never given this some serious thought. What if a woman starts to stalk me? What will happen to me? If I go to the police, they won't take me seriously. If the girl goes crazy and attacks me, and I defend myself, the cops will probably think of me as the aggressor. They will automatically assume she's the victim. Thanks to unfair laws and the misguided chivalry of the cops in the system. Yes, I think all men in America should ask themselves these questions. They might demand changes in the laws if they did. Or is that asking too much? 

Martin seemed like my hero at the time. He gave me his number and told me to call him if I ever needed any help. This was touching, to someone like me. Seriously. Usually when there's trouble, I'm on my own. My German father, Ken Stein lives in Berlin with his wife. My American mother, well, your guess is as good as mine when it comes to her whereabouts. She's usually operating under the influence of drugs. When she's not smoking, she's dealing. She's a bad influence on my life and I haven't seen her in ages. I'm on my own. As usual.

During my senior year of high school, I was probably the only kid who lived in his own apartment. Even though I went through hardships, I still focused on my studies and maintained a very high grade point average. All the courses I took were in the advanced placement level. I graduated Valedictorian. It was the first time in ten years that my school had a Male Valedictorian, let alone a biracial male valedictorian. Isn't that special? With grades like these, winning an academic scholarship to Boston University was a piece of cake.

I stayed in touch with Martin. In many ways, he was the type of man that I aspired to be. He was so handsome and so smart. He was a respected member of the community. As a chief of police, he had power which I could only dream of as a mixed kid in the city. I told him that I wanted to study Criminal Justice. I wanted to become a policeman, like him. This made Martin smile. I remember his smile. He was so good-looking. I swear, if this man went to club, all he had to do was smile and wink and then women would start dropping their panties and line up to sleep with him. He had a certain magnetic quality, a charisma or something. It attracted both men and women to him in waves. It was inexplicable. I was a very good-looking man but Martin had perfected the art of seduction. This guy should write How To books. Men everywhere could benefit from him.

Martin Brown treated me in ways that I never thought anyone would treat ever me. Like a human being. My father wasn't around. I envied other boys who had good fathers around. I got mad at a society that would prevent a good father from being around his children. Yes, some of the boys I knew growing up didn't see their dads thanks to biased divorce laws. The state always thinks it's best to leave the children with the mother. Well, my mother had custody of me and she was a drunk and a drug dealer. Always in and out of prisons. This describes her entire life. Sometimes, it is better to leave the children in the care of a good father than an unfit mother. Trust me on that one. Good parenting has got nothing to do with gender. 

Somehow, in spite of being alone most of the time, I managed to stay out of trouble. I joined the Boy Scouts. I was with them for only a year but I considered these guys to be the greatest people I've ever met. For some time, they gave my life structure. Unfortunately, when I left them, I went back to being what I originally was. A loner with no one to talk to. Maybe that's why I often looked inward for strength and inspiration. I created a mask, if you will. It was as if I could see into people's souls and see what they wanted. So I became the smooth-talking, sharply dressed ( when I could afford it) and super cool guy. 

In high school, I was popular with girls but they didn't care about me, though not a week went by without one of them making the moves on me. I didn't want to be a sexual object, believe it or not. I wanted to be appreciated as a human being. A normal human being who happens to be a handsome stud. Get what I mean? Cool. Around Martin, I could be myself. I was a poor kid with a big brain and big dreams. 

Martin Brown understood me. He knew what it was like to struggle. He was raised by a single father. These days, he was the chief of police in a town like Falmouth. He had come a long way. Martin was the first man I met whom I could simply talk to. It was easy to talk to him. He was so damn nice, too. I didn't think police officers, whether male or female, could be such nice people. Every time I saw them, they were doing the rough job that needs doing but which few can do. Martin would take me out on his Porsche and we'd drive down the Cape. He showed me that there was more to life than the nightmare into which I was born. I could escape it, someday. Someday, I could make it. A man's dreams could come true. If he was smart enough to seize good opportunities and stay away from those men and women whom I call Dream Crushers.

I had met other people from Martin's inner circle of friends. I met district attorney Jason Arundel and assistant district attorney Liam Knox. I met police captain James Thorne and his lieutenants, Kyle Dorval and Ruth Nicole Berg. I met Falmouth City Mayor Anthony Stuart Hamilton and deputy mayor Roger Balzac. I met Richard Clayton, of the Men's Center and Jasmine Thomas of the Women's Resource Center, head of Social Services. These were the people who ran the city. The Powers That Be. All of them respected Martin and saw him as a man of great intelligence and integrity. Is it any wonder I worshiped him?

You've got no idea how much our relationship meant to me. All at once he was my best friend, mentor and advisor. He was the first person whom I confessed my true feelings to. Growing up, I had always felt a rather unsettling attraction to boys and girls. When walking around, I'd catch myself checking out members of both sexes. A sexy young man with a fit physique or a delicious babe of any race seriously got me going. Yet I kept this to myself. Growing up in Falmouth, I had seen what happened to gay people. They got bashed. Treated like vermin. I didn't want this for myself. No way. But I felt that I could trust Martin. When I told him, he was fully accepting of me. Indeed, he embraced me like a long-lost brother whom he was welcoming into the fold.

Martin even introduced me to my first real boyfriend. Months after the affair with Manuela ended, I met a young man named Clark Bridgestone. Clark was a tall, slim youth with fair skin and red hair. A lovely Irish-American lad, as they say. Clark was a recent graduate of the police academy. He was also the niece of sergeant Matthew Bridgestone, Martin's former partner. I met Clark at a reception at Martin's house. I must say that I was smitten. This young man was fine-looking and sexy. And he took an interest in me.

Clark was a hunk. Tall and slender, but curvy where it counts. Pretty face, great figure and a fantastic-looking butt, too. Like nearly all the women and a few of the men at the party, he was checking me out and who could blame him? I asked Martin to introduce me to him. He did. And that's how it all began. I moved into the dorms at Boston University the following fall and Clark and I began dating. He was three years older than me but that didn't seem to matter. All that mattered to me was the fact that my life seemed to be getting better. I was living in the dorms of one of America's best schools. Martin told me that police officers with a college degree made more money. I was studying Criminal Justice. And I had a gorgeous man in my life. Nothing wrong with that! Clark was such a great guy. I must say that I was lucky. We had a lot of fun together. I didn't know I could have so much fun with a gay man. It was easy to talk to Clark. We had a lot in common. 

Both of us were attractive, for one thing. I've gone out with girls who are less pretty than I am and such mismatches always get me stared at. With Clark, I didn't have that problem. We were both cute and looked good together. Clark liked sports as much as I did. I'm told that it's rare to find a gay male who knows so much about men's sports. I am a big fan of the New England Patriots. In my eyes, these men are gods. Clark knew as much as I did about individual players. We both loved the Red Sox and had an undying hatred of the Yankees. 

We had a lot in common. I could be myself around him. I didn't have to pretend, though we were discreet. When we went to movie theaters together, I didn't have to cringe when he checked out movies the way straight guys did. Somehow, their significant others tortured them by making them watch those insanely boring chick flicks. I must say that a lot of queer males are into chick flicks too. To each their own, I guess. I just know they're not for me. Clark wasn't like that. Hell, no! This guy liked science fiction and action movies. He was a real find! And I had Martin Brown to thank for meeting him in the first place. Damn, I owed this man so much. 

One night, it happened between Clark and I. We had recently gone to watch a football game. We were in my dorm in Boston, just holding each other and laughing. I remember looking into those gray eyes of his and being in awe. Clark took my face in his hands and kissed me. I wasn't surprised by the kiss. We've made out all over the city, actually. In the subway, the park and on the Charles River Bridge while the Red Line train sped by. There was an urgency in that kiss which surprised me. I knew what it meant. He wanted me. Slowly, we undressed each other.

I looked at Clark. Such a lovely boy, he was. I looked at him as he stood before me, in all his naked glory. Five feet ten inches of tall, athletic Irish-American man stood before me. Slim and hunky, with a hard, muscular chest. I gently touched his chest. Pinched his nipples. They felt soft yet firm to the touch. As Clark smiled at me, I licked the dark areolas. Clark ran his hands through my hair as I began exploring his body. I had been with girls before, but never with a guy. This was different. I really wanted Clark. Bad.

I kissed his lips again, then kissed his collarbone, and neck. I gently caressed his belly, then went down to his pelvis. Clark was bushy, which I wasn't used to but didn't mind at this point. I touched his hard, uncircumcised cock and had a lick at it. I slipped first one finger inside his anus, then two. Clark gasped. Apparently, I must have touched a sweet spot for he begged me to continue. And so I did. Licking and sucking, prodding his until he came. And when he did, it was glorious. After this, he had to have me inside of him. I put on a condom and we jockeyed for positions. Laughing, Clark climbed on top of me. I put my hands on his hips and entered him. When I did, he closed his eyes and rested his sleek hands on my shoulders. Like this, we made love. Clark moved up and down on me, in a swift and easy rhythm. I thrust upward, loving every sweet moment I spent inside him. Craving more. 

We tried different positions together. I was on top of him and he had his arms around me, with his legs spread. I thrust into him, and felt his tender yet tough flesh yield under my man power. His screams were wonderful to hear. I felt his fingers, whose nails were thankfully clipped, dig into my shoulders. He wrapped his legs around me, and I couldn't go anywhere, not that I wanted to. That's when I felt it coming. A rush from deep inside. At the core of my masculine being. I came, a rush of my manly essence, symbol of my passion. It was glorious. Clark's screams echoed my own. It was amazing. 

Afterwards, we lay in bed. I've never been good at post-coital conversation so I simply smiled at Clark, gave him a soft kiss on the forehead and went to sleep. I'm not usually the cuddling type but I didn't mind holding Clark in my arms. I've never really a good relationship with anybody in my life, other than Martin, of course. But Martin was more of a father figure to me. This was different. Clark was my boyfriend. It's still odd sometimes to think and even say words like boyfriend and bisexual to me. A while ago, I was dating a girl. In the eyes of society, I was a straight male. I did enjoy sex with Manuela. It was perhaps the only pleasant part of our relationship. When we weren't doing it, she was berating me or acting like a control freak. Is it any wonder I dumped the little psycho?

I looked at my boyfriend Clark as he slept. He was so beautiful. And masculine, too. Such a fine-looking youth and he was mine. I had him all to myself. I lay there, and gently rested my head on his chest. I could hear his rhythmic heartbeat. I thought about all that had happened in my life this year. I had left behind my crazy life in Falmouth. I had escaped from the cycle of poverty, abuse and destruction which my mother was part of. She is forever trapped in that darkness. A darkness of abuse of her own making. I will no longer allow myself to be abused, by women or by men. That's why I left my psychotic girlfriend Manuela. There's no shame in running from an abusive relationship. Maybe in his own way, that's all my father did when he left. He left my abusive mother and found happiness with someone else. Maybe he wanted to take me with him. Custody laws being the way they are in Massachusetts, he was never going to get me. He was gone, but that doesn't necessarily mean he stopped caring. Now that I think about it, he never stopped sending me checks in the mail. Though meager, they did enable me to survive, when things were harsh. He also sent me a letter every now and then. I kept all of them. They were my treasured possessions. In a world where nothing lasted.

Someday, we'll have a talk, my father and I. I want him to know who I am and who I want to become. I want to become somebody. A respected member of society. A good man. Someone who matters and makes a difference. I thought about Martin and his influence on me. This man believed in me. He was my friend and mentor. In many ways, the only true friend I'll ever have. I look at Clark again and realize that I really care about this young man. This isn't just the sex talking. 

I feel something for him. Something powerful. I don't know what to call it since I've never felt it before. Could it be love? I don't know. I don't exactly think of myself as the kind of guy whom people fall in love with. Or who allows himself to fall in love with people. In high school, I had gone out with pretty girls who took me places in their fancy cars and paraded me around like a prize possession. This wasn't love. Not by a long shot. Now, I was in a relationship with an honest, hard-working young man. Someone whom I cared about. Could this be love?

I look at Clark one last time before going to sleep. I don't know where my life is going. I know where I would like it to go. I can see myself in a police officer's uniform, serving justice and peace side by side with the man I love. This is a dream. But maybe dreams can come true. Even for someone like me. I certainly hope so. Sincerely. 



A Celebration Party For Mum



1.

"This'll have to be a quick one, dad," Angela said as she unhooked her bra, allowing her voluptuous tits to swing free and lowered her panties, slipping her feet through them and slinging them onto the floor. "We've got to get to the hospital soon and bring mum home."

"Plenty of time, sweetheart," said Dennis, removing his clothes to join his daughter in the nude and glancing at his wristwatch, "the nurse said it would be a few hours, like last time."

"I don't see why Brett can't go and fetch her," replied Angela petulantly as she lay back on the bed and lifted her legs, placing her dainty feet across her father's shoulders. With her legs spread wide, Dennis had a perfect view of Angela's exposed cunt which he had had the pleasure of seeing and pleasuring countless times before and his mouth once again drooled as his excitement and his cock grew in stature simultaneously.

"We can all go and fetch her when Brett gets home, sweetheart," said Dennis, holding his throbbing cock in his hand, his knobhead bobbing in and out of his foreskin, "now, do you want some fun or don't you?"

"Silly question, dad," giggled Angela, reaching down to part her labia with her hands, "I never say no to that hot wet tongue of yours."

Dennis licked his lips as Angela spread her pussy as wide as humanly possible and leaned in across her, reaching out a hand to pinch his daughter's erect nipples gently between his forefingers and thumbs before lowering his head to suckle the firm tits, tasting each one in turn and proud that he was the one who had been partly responsible for the creation of such a gorgeous beautiful creature.

"Suck them hard, dad," implored Angela, "like you always do."

Dennis opened his mouth and took his daughter's right boob inside while reaching down with a hand to fondle her pussy, his fingers hungrily exploring the folds of skin which were already dripping sex juice. Angela gasped as Dennis worked his fingers inside her red hot cunt while transferring his mouth to his daughter's left tit and began sucking on it just as hard as he had her right. 

"Go down on my pussy, dad," said Angela, "my hole really needs a good lick."

Dennis quickly dropped to his knees and lowered his head in the direction of Angela's sodden twat as he nose-dived into the hot steaming muff. He luxuriated in breathing in the delicacy of his daughter's womanhood for a few moments and then began to run his experienced tongue along the groove between the two satin-like lips. 

"Fuck, dad," Angela said, sighing with happiness, "if I had a pound for every time you've licked my hot pussy, I'd be a millionairess by now."

Dennis smiled happily, he adored licking his daughter's cunt. Angela had absolutely no inhibitions and Dennis was quickly transported onto a higher level of horniness as he and the person he and Pamela had brought into the world once again began to make hot sensuous love to each other.

Angela closed her eyes and let out several loud "oohs" and "ahs" as she thrilled to the onslaught of Dennis's tongue. Her grunts of pleasure grew louder as Dennis, by now absolutely captivated, began to attack her aroused clit as his daughter moved her right hand to cup her tits, still wet with the remains of her father's saliva, and rub them together while reaching out with her left hand and placing it on her father's head.

"Oh, you are so beautiful, sweetheart," Dennis sighed as, after ten minutes or so, he came up for air, the taste of Angela's juices left behind on his tongue, standing up with his hard cock throbbing proudly in front of him as he swung his arms down by his sides to show himself off to his best advantage. 

Angela smiled as she manoeuvred herself round on the bed until she was on her knees, focusing all her attention on her father's erection, which showed no signs of abating, and his low-slung cum-laden balls. In the six years since Angela's eighteenth birthday, father and daughter had the chemistry between them off to a fine art and there was no need for Dennis to say anything, Angela knew exactly what he wanted.

"Let's hope mum will enjoy yours and Brett's cocks when she gets home, now that she'll be able to see them better," said Angela, smiling as her own eyes took in all the details of her father's amazing appendage, the engorged head twitching with anticipation as it waited yet again to take up temporary residence in her facial orifice. 

Angela was now as mesmerised and captivated as Dennis and, without further ado, she opened her talented mouth and swallowed her father's cock in one long gulp, the long shaft sliding effortlessly over her tongue and the head hitting the back of her throat, making her choke, which was just as she liked it.

"Fucking hell," came a voice from the doorway as Angela kept up the pressure on Dennis's cock while wrapping her left hand around his balls and rubbing her tits with her right, "is this a private party or can anyone join in?"

Dennis, trembling with excitement from another of his daughter's killer blowjobs, turned his head to see Brett, his handsome sexy son, standing there, having returned from a run, and rubbing a very formidable-looking bulge in the exceptionally skimpy pair of white shorts he was wearing. The young man, so like his father in both looks and cock, cut a very sexy figure what with his divine arse and broad muscular shoulders, manly chest and flat belly which were likewise emphasised by a figure-hugging sleeveless vest, white to match Brett's shorts.

"Hi, Brett," said Dennis proudly, pleased as always to see his obsessed-with-sex son and his eyes going straight to the young man's package, "have a good run?"

"Too right I did, dad," replied Brett, "and seeing you two's like this has made me as horny as fuck."

"I can see that," grinned Dennis, licking his lips as the tent in the front of his son's shorts seemed to grow appreciably bigger with every passing second, "why don't you strip off and join us?"

"Love to, dad," said Brett, "but don't you think we should go and get mum? She should be ready for discharge right about now."

"Of course," said Dennis. "I'll just shoot my load and then we'll head off."

"Mmmm!" cried Angela, her father's big cock still embedded deep in her mouth, signifying that, once again, she was only too happy to let Dennis cum his load down her throat.

In spite of his concern for collecting his mother from the hospital, the sight of his father about to explode in his sister's mouth was too much for Brett. He hurried over from the door and stood next to Dennis, reaching inside his shorts and taking out his aroused prick which was practically an exact match in length and girth as his father's. 

Angela was groaning softly as, seconds later, she was rewarded for her always admirable efforts with several long ropes of thick paternal cream as her father threw back his head and groaned in ecstasy, his legs bucking as he gave his daughter every last drop of his incestuous sperm.

"Yeeeeess!" screamed Dennis as he flooded out Angela's mouth and Brett increased the pace of his wanking as he watched his sister swallowing as much of their father's sperm as she could. Large globules were dripping from the corners of her mouth as Dennis pulled his sated cock free and glanced at his son standing next to him, his eyes going straight to Brett's hard cock which the young man was pumping heavily in his hand.

"Love to fuck you, sis," said Brett as sweat started to erupt on his brow, "but there's not enough time, can't keep mum waiting. You'll just have to make do with a facial for now."

"That's fine by me, bruv," replied Angela, still savouring the delicious salty taste of her father's spunk and lifting her face towards her brother while Dennis reached out a hand and began to stroke and touch up his son's shorts-clad arse, "we can fuck later when mum is home."

"Sure fucking will, sweetheart," said Dennis, enjoying the feel of Brett's bum as he cupped his son's buttocks in his hand, "maybe this'll help you cum, son," he continued, smiling.

Somewhat reluctantly, Dennis removed his hand from Brett's bottom but his excitement wss still raging as he stooped down and quickly took Brett's thick pole, sticking sublimely through the right leg of his shorts, his heavy sweat-drenched balls exposed too, into his paternal mouth before his son could even blink.

"Oh, fuck, dad," Brett gasped, "that is fantastic. My big cock feels so good in your mouth."

Dennis rolled his eyes upwards to Brett to show his delight at his son's remark while Angela sat on the bed, watching the hardcore father and son blowjob. She'd seen Dennis and Brett suck each other's cocks plenty of times over the years - Brett was a year older than Angela, both of them fully consenting adults - and, as usual, Brett's pleasure was plain to see from the ecstatic look on his face.

Dennis sucked Brett for five minutes, then Angela took over, sucking her brother's large rod long and hard while Dennis stood back to watch and masturbate. It wasn't long before Brett signified his approaching orgasm with a throwback of his head while his strong legs protruding from the ends of his shorts bucked, Brett almost losing his balance in the process.

"Here it cums, sis," said Brett, and Angela quickly let her brother's cock fall from her mouth as he resumed showing off to his father and sister his masturbation technique. Brett screwed up his eyes as he got ready to drain his boiling balls as he felt them bubble up, the thrill of his latest orgasm zizzling through him with the extra intensity a quickie always delivers as it rapidly approached. 

"I'm there!" he cried out triumphantly, seconds later, while Dennis, ever the proud father, knelt down to watch the several thick ropes of cum jettisoning from his son's proud cock, "take the lot, you little family slut."

Angela smiled and fingered her pussy, giving herself a round of orgasms as Brett tossed himself off, groaning loudly and rocking on his legs as he leaned forward in his figure-hugging vest and shorts, spewing out load upon load of his thick brotherly cum, the first spurt hitting Angela's forehead and the second her nose. Some of it went in her eyes but Angela didn't mind in the least, she loved being spunked over and the more sperm her male relatives gave her the better, as far as she was concerned. And thefact that their father was watching made it all the more exciting for the sex-mad siblings.

"Give it to me, Brett," the world's number one cumslut said, delighted to be getting a second helping of spunk from her brother so soon after drinking her father's, "you men are so fucking hot."

Dennis removed his hand from Brett's bum and clapped him applaudingly round the shoulders as Angela's face became more and more unrecognisable under the thick layers of her brother's spunk which joined as one with the remains left behind by her father. Dennis was immensely proud of his son and daughter in many ways but never moreso than when they were getting it together like this, using and enjoying their bodies to the full, and shooting cum and orgasming like there was no tomorrow.

Angela was still swallowing her afternoon refreshments while Brett stood back, breathing heavily as yet another of his always magnificent orgasms became history as the last ropes of cum slithered out through his piss hole and the vast quantity finally dried up - for the time being, at least. Now that Brett was finished, Angela's face was completely disfigured, hardly an inch of skin visible through the mass of sticky congealing goo.

"Bloody hell, son," said Dennis, "you can spunk better than any porn star I've ever seen."

"Yeah," said Angela, smiling as best she could as Brett turned his head towards Dennis and kissed his father on the lips, "and you too, dad. Where the hell you blokes get it all from, I'll never know."

Angela didn't say anything as both Dennis and Brett knelt again before the altar of the family slut's spunk-disfigured face and sent out their tongues to lick up their own sperm and return Angela's face to normality. Angela smiled as her soft peaches and cream complexion slowly started to appear again before the men's eyes.

"I think we should all go and get cleaned up now," said Dennis, jumping to his feet and followed quickly by Brett, "and then get off to the hospital. Your mum'll be wondering where we've got to."

"Or what we've been up to," giggled Angela.

"Mum won't mind us having some fun without her," said Brett, which they all knew was true. There was no jealousy in the family, they had sex whenever they wanted, even if some members of the club were absent.

Brett and Dennis'e eyes were riveted to Angela's round naked arse sashaying along in front of them as they made their way to the bathroom. Angela looked over her shoulder and smiled, delighted to see her father and brother ogling and enjoying the spectacular visual delights of her deliciously feminine bum. Dennis was also thrilling to the visual delights of Brett's arse in his tight jogging shorts.

In the bathroom, Brett quickly stripped out of his running kit and got under the shower jets which Angela had already set in motion. Dennis joined them and they began to soap each other down.

"You can mention the party to your mum," said Dennis as he rubbed the shower gel over Angela's tits, "but don't tell her what we've really got in mind, will you? That's meant to be a surprise."

"Of course not, dad," said Angela, "my lips are sealed."

"Not a few moments ago, they weren't," murmured Brett as a mental image of his sister getting a long dose of cunnilingus from their father came to his mind and the three of them chuckled heartily. 

"Cheeky sod," said Angela, affectionately.

"I'm gonna give that hot pussy of yours a nice long lick, too," went on Brett who, like all of them, loved thinking and talking about sex just as much as actually doing it, "once we've got mum home."

"That'll be nice, bruv," said Angela, lifting her face up to the jets of water and washing it of all traces of Dennis's and Brett's spunk, "and I hope you'll give mum's pussy the benefit of your tongue, too."

"Too fucking right I will," said Brett, stepping out of the shower and reaching for a towel to dry himself down.

"Are we all going to the hospital, then?" asked Brett, as he rubbed the towel from side to side over his back and shoulders before drying his hair, his cock now at half mast but already beginning to stir again at the thought of having their mother home for a proper family gangbang.

"I don't see why not," said Dennis, "let's get this shower over with," he went on, as Angela too climbed out and started drying herself, "and then we can get going ..."

2.

Forty-five minutes or thereabouts later, with father, daughter and son freshly-showered and now dressed in clothing suitable for the weather, Brett drove into the rain-soaked hospital grounds, parked the car and climbed out. He helped his father and sister from the back seat, then they entered the modern wing of the hospital and started the long trek down seemingly miles of corridors until they came to the ward where Pamela should now be relaxing with a nice - and free - cup of tea.

They gave their names to the receptionist and were directed to the very same room they had collected Pamela from a few months earlier.

Pamela was sitting in an armchair, having changed back into her own clothes after the operation and sipping her tea, the saucer on a table alongside some magazines and newspapers that were at least two years old. The patch over her right eye was enormous, just as the one on her left had been two months or so earlier, covering the whole of that side of her face. Once again, Pamela looked like she had just returned from a war zone. 

Through her left eye, Pamela glanced up as her family approached and smiled as best she could at them. "Don't I look dreadful again," she said, rhetorically.

"No mum," said Brett, "you could never look dreadful, even with that patch over your eye."

"Thank you, darling," Pamela replied, "the doctors said it was successful again but I've got to keep the patch on until tomorrow, just like last time. Bloody cataracts!"

"Come on, honey," said Dennis, "let's get you home."

A nurse came over to them with a long sheet of do's and don't's - even though Pamela still had the rules and regulations at home from her previous visit - and a bottle of eye drops. Then, swallowing the remains of her tepid tea, Pamela was free to go home. 

Back in the car, Brett drove with Angela next to him while Dennis cradled Pamela into his arms in the back seat. Brett stared straightahead, trying hard not to allow himself to become hypnotised by the swishing of the windscreen wipers. The rain that had been threatening on their way to the hospital and had begun just as they arrived had now deteriorated, great plods plummeting down and rebounding off the ground from dark oppressive clouds.

"You all right, honey?" Dennis asked his wife, concernedly.

"Of course I'm all right," said Pamela, regretting immediately her raised tone when her husband was just showing genuine concern for her, "it was only a routine op, they do them all the time," she finished, lowering her voice to what she hoped was a more reasonable level. 

"We were planning a welcome home party for you this evening," said Dennis.

"A welcome home party?" answered Pamela, her left eye widening before she broke into a fit of the giggles, "I only went in this morning. Anyone'd think I'd been in hospital for months instead of just a few hours."

"Let's call it a celebration party, then, for your eye op being such a success," suggested Brett, his own eyes still firmly on the road as the car made its slow progress through the lashing rain. 

"Maybe we should hold the party tomorrow, honey?" suggested Dennis, "if you're not feeling up to it tonight, that is."

"Nonsense," replied Pamela, "I know you men too well, you're always up for a good fuck and I can see perfectly well out of one eye."

"That's great, mum," said Brett, not wanting to wait until tomorrow for the chance of fucking his beloved mother again, "and think how much better it will be when you've got that patch off and can see mine and dad's cocks and Angela's pussy better than you've done for ages."

"Can't wait," said Pamela, "but until tomorrow I'll just have to see them out of one eye. Besides," she went on, "its feeling them that counts," and everyone laughed.

There was a brief hiatus in the conversation before Angela started talking again, eager to impart to her mother the news of the good time she had had with her father and brother before they went to collect Pamela from hospital.

"Dad and Brett both gave me two very big loads about an hour or so ago, mum," she said.

"I bet they did," said Pamela, not in the least bothered that her husband, son and daughter had had a quick threesome without her, "none of you have ever been the sort to let the grass grow under your feet."

"Only under our arses, mum," giggled Brett, remembering all the al fresco sessions they'd done in the past on hot summer days when they went to the woods near their home where they knew plenty of secretive little copses to undress and enjoy themselves in. No chance of some outdoor fun on a day like today, however, and as if to confirm the point, the scudding clouds let forth a loud rap of thunder, followed by several quicksilver flashes of lightning as the storm gained momentum.

"You should have seen me, mum," went on Angela, speaking as soon as the thunder rolled away and warming to her theme, "dad and Brett came so much, I was absolutely smothered. Tasted delicious, too."

"I know it does," said Pamela, licking her lips, "I've swallowed quite a bit of it myself over the years."

"Yeah, and I've plenty more where that came from, mum," said Brett, "and the next lot's all for you."




A Celebration Party For Mum



"That will be lovely, sweetheart," Pamela enthused, "but then that nice big prick of yours never disappoints me."

"Thanks, mum," said Brett, shivering with excitement at his mother's heartfelt praise of his fucking technique, his spine tingling at the thought of another hot session with her, "I hope you're feeling horny, 'cause I'm gonna fuck you like there's a hurricane coming."

"I think there already is," said Angela, glancing through the rain-blurred side-window of the car as the wind and rain buffeted against it.

"Your mother's always horny, son," said Dennis, "like the rest of us," he added, reaching down to rub the bulge in his jeans.

"Tell me something we don't know, dad," laughed Brett who could never get enough of fucking his mother and was looking forward to doing so again when they got home, even though it was only twenty-four hours or so since Pamela had last granted him the honour and privilege. The quickie with his sister and father before they'd gone to collect Pamela had really got Brett's adrenalin going again ...

3. 

A short while later, Brett steered the car up the drive of the family home, switched off the ignition and climbed out, running round the car in the rain to help his mother out. Her tight top stretched across her boobs, accentuating them in all their majesty, and Brett's mouth watered like the rain, his cock now fully erect inside his jeans. Pamela glanced down and smiled at her horny son, recognising the signs, and then glanced over at Angela and Dennis as they hurried towards the front door, eager to get in from the appalling weather.

"Gee mum," said Brett, reaching out a hand to fondle her tits through her top when they were all safely behind closed doors, "I can't wait to fuck you again."

"I can't wait for you to fuck me too, my darling," said Pamela, reaching out a hand and giving the bulge in her son's jeans an affectionate squeeze.

"Why don't we get undressed for dinner?" suggested Dennis, "then we can get down to business later."

"Good idea," said Pamela, going into the lounge with her family following her, Brett's eyes riveted to his mother's arse accentuated by a tight skirt that rode up her backside, highlighting its succulent curves.

Brett was already dropping his jeans and taking his shirt off as Pamela and Angela went into the kitchen to see what there was to eat and Dennis smiled as he also began to divest himself of his clothes. Both men were soon naked and fully erect and Brett's prick, especially, looked like it was on fire. 

"Fuck, son, you look like you're raring to go again," said Dennis, unable to drag his admiring eyes away from the spectacular vision of his son's hard exquisite cock and his sweaty-looking balls.

"Dad, I am so horny, my nuts are aching," replied Brett. "I know you said about getting down to business later but I wanna get down to it right now. My cock feels like it's on fire."

"Mine too, son," said Dennis, "I can see that big prick of yours can't wait for some attention."

Just as he had done earlier that afternoon, Dennis dropped to his knees and quickly wrapped his mouth around Brett's pulsating prick. Brett placed his hands on his father's head and drew him in closer and Dennis reached out a hand to fondle Brett's balls as he upped the suction.

"Fuck dad, that was real good again," said Brett, ten minutes later when Dennis was once again gasping for air, "why don't you stick that hot tongue of yours up this?"

Dennis watched fascinated as Brett turned his back and leant forward, clasping his arse cheeks and spreading them wide, esposing his arsehole to his father. Dennis was as expert a rimmer as he was a cocksucker and Brett gasped as the tip of his father's hot tongue made contact with his ruby red hole.

"That was great, dad," Brett said, some five minutes later after Dennis had soaked his son's arsehole with his saliva and kissed and slurped his tongue over Brett's butt cheeks. "Now I think its time I returned the compliment."

"Go ahead, son," said Dennis as Brett brought himself up to his full height and turned to face his father, his hard cock swinging against Dennis's face, "you're as great a cocksucker as your mum and sis. Later on, you can fuck me, too, in front of the ladies."

"You bet your life I will, dad," replied Brett, "and you can fuck me, too while mum and sis watch. They love it when us men put on a live porno show for them."

"Sure fucking do, son," said Dennis, twerling his throbbing cock in his hand, "but right now, I want you to thank me for rimming your arsehole."

Dennis stood, his body trembling with anticipation, as Brett descended to his knees and immediately began to suck on his father's pole as he rewarded Dennis for his undoubted arse-licking skills. Dennis sighed happily, there was no doubt about it, he mused to himself as he had done hundreds of times in the past, his adult kids had certainly inherited the family's intense love of sex.

"Come on, lad," said Dennis when Brett finally managed to drag his excited mouth free from his father's cock, "let's go and show those ladies we mean business."

Father and son walked naked together with their big cocks drawing them magnet-like to the kitchen, Dennis admiring his son's bare arse cheeks working together on the way. The ladies were naked in the kitchen, having removed their clothes after preparing some sandwiches and they turned and smiled at the men as they entered with their cocks fully on the horn.

"Oh my goodness," said Angela, "look at these hard cocks, mum," she went on, nodding towards the men, "aren't they magnificent?"

"Superb," said Pamela, grinning over at her husband and son through one eye and delighted to see them naked and ready for action.

"Let's leave the meal for a little while," said Dennis, "there's plenty of time until ..."

"Until what?" asked Pamela.

"Nothing," said Dennis, glancing at Brett and hoping he hadn't let the cat out the bag. He, Brett and Angela had gone to great lengths to keep from Pamela the fact that the other family members, Dennis's brother and Pamela's sister and their spouses and adult kids, had all been primed earlier in the week to turn up to surprise Pamela and celebrate the success of her eye op with a full family fuckfest.

"Until we eat," said Brett, coming to his father's rescue, "we're not all that hungry, are we, dad?"

"Heck no," replied Dennis. "At least not for food."

"That's right," said Brett, "there's only one thing I'm ravenous for," he went on, walking over to Pamela and though she was temporarily blind in one eye, the perfect vision in the other allowed her to ogle her son's stiff cock, seeing it in all its aroused majesty, as all eight inches of it, pointing directly upwards, advanced towards her, followed by the rest of her hunky son's naked body.

"My goodness, sweetheart," said Pamela, "your cock seems so much bigger now that I can see it better."

"Yeah, mum," said Angela, giggling, "just wait until you get the patch off and can see it with both eyes. It'll look twice the size it does now, as will dad's." 

Brett smiled his appreciation at his mother and sister as he folded his naked frame into Pamela's arms and kissed her on the lips. Angela raised her eyes at Dennis, giving him the come-hither look her father had got to know so well in the preceding six years or so.

"Well," said Angela, glad that Pamela hadn't seemed to twig that the other members of their horny sex-mad family were turning up later, "I knew we wouldn't be able to hold back for too long."

Brett bent his mother over the kitchen table while Angela climbed on to it and went to her back, lifting her legs as her father moved in close, the cheese and pickle sandwiches completely forgotten. 

Brett ran his hands over Pamela's naked round arse and then sat on the floor between his mother's legs and looked up to savour the bewitching sight of her fully exposed pussy. Lifting his head, he stuck out his tongue and gave Pamela a long loving lick, getting her cunt well lubricated, and Pamela shuddered as her throbbing clit once again enjoyed her son's undivided attention while Angela leaned in and began to nurse on her mother's tits.

"Oooh, sweethearts," Pamela groaned, happily, "that is lovely, you're both making me so fucking horny."

"And its going to get even better when the others arrive," mused Dennis, silently to himself and thinking how surprised Pamela would be to see them and their hard cocks and juicy pussies.

"I love licking your cunt, mum," said Brett, "it's always so nice and tight and juicy."

"I love you licking it too, sweetheart," replied Pamela, her voice seeped with lust, "it's all yours, my darling son."

Pamela's grunts grew louder as Brett continued to tongue-lash his mother's cunt, her cries joining with those of Angela who was likewise having her pussy attended to by Dennis while she continued to slurp her hot tongue over Pamela's jugs and running it up and down her mother's cleavage.

"This is so fucking hot," Angela murmured, relaxing her mouth's grip on Pamela's tits as her father's tongue pulled her trigger. "What a fabulous fucking family this is."

The four incestuous members of the family sex club began to lose track of time as Brett and Dennis continued to lick happily away, the ladies quivering as they gave up their pussies to the men's tongues as they got the ladies ready to take their pricks. Brett was the first to break free and stood and moved in behind Pamela to fuck his mother, lining his cock up with her pussy. By an association of ideas, Dennis did the same and lined himself up to Angela as he prepared to give his daughter another right royal seeing to. 

"This really is a celebration present," said Pamela, lifting her right leg up and placing her foot on the table as the head of Brett's cock nudged against the entrance to her pussy, "I ought to go into hospital every day if this is what you're going to treat me to when I get home."

"Shush, mum," said Brett, as he slowly slid the whole of his shaft into his birthplace, grunting as the walls of Pamela's cunt clamped his cock, holding it firmly in place, "this is gonna be a treat you'll never forget. But it will, I hope, make you forget all about that horrible eye op."

Pamela already had, had even forgotten she was still wearing the patch as Brett pummelled her pussy with his educated prick, and hopefully unaware that there was plenty more fun and frolics to come before the night was over. 

Right now, it was just the four of them and Pamela thrilled yet again to her son once more giving her everything he had while her daughter grunted and groaned alongside her on the table. Angela spread her legs to take Dennis's cock, enjoying not only getting fucked by her father but also the thrill of watching him fuck her, too.

As the two ladies pushed back to meet every thrust of their menfolk's cocks, the table threatening to give way under their combined weight as the action hotted up, Dennis and Brett, quickly drenched in sweat, smiled and reached out a hand each, shaking them briefly in recognition of a good job being well done. 

"Oh yeeeeessss!" screamed Pamela and Angela in unison as mother and daughter surrendered their slick wet cunts, giving them up completely to their men and their stupendous fuck poles.

Dennis was enjoying fucking his daughter just as much as Brett was his mother, both men once again feeling immensely proud of themselves that they had the power to give their loved ones so much pleasure. Furthermore, it was a long time since they had last had a family orgy in the kitchen and made a nice change to the lounge or bedroom where they usually ended up to satisfy their carnal desires.

With the others scheduled to turn up and surprise Pamela within the next couple of hours, it looked like it was going to be a very long night with lots of hot sex and plenty of spunk flying about all over the place. The rain had set in for the rest of the day and was streaming down the windows, making the kitchen seem even more cosier than usual. 

Dennis hoped the inclement weather wouldn't prevent the others from getting there though, he knew full well from literally years of family sex parties, a drop of rain had never stopped them in the past. Indeed, it had been wet the last time the entire clan had gathered together, though not as heavy as it was now, but they had all made it to the party and, as always, it had been an overwhelming success, a veritable cumbath, just as everyone liked it with the men fucking the women, the men fucking the men - Dennis, especially, loved taking it incestuously up the bum from Brett and his own brother and nephew, too - and the women showing off their lesbian skills, the perfect way for a loving family to spend an evening in each other's company. 

If tonight was just as good, Dennis mused, then they were in for one-helluva hot fucking time ...

4. 

Meanwhile, until the arrival of their horny relatives, Pamela and Angela continued to scream and hollar the kitchen down as Brett and Dennis proudly ripped their ladies' pussies to pieces ...