2 comments/ 135411 views/ 21 favorites Family Fortune By: flatliner Dear Michael, Janie and Sammie, Your dad and I are having a great time in Toronto. We want to thank you kids again for sending us on this 20th wedding anniversary trip to the live taping of Family Fortune. I'm going to give you a 'blow-by-blow' account of our day there so you can understand just how exciting it is to see the show live. Finally we can answer some of those questions we've been asking when we watch at home. It was such a special treat for you to get us tickets—I don't know how you did it. The tapings are so hard to get into with the waiting list and all, but there we were yesterday morning driving down to the industrial area where the show is filmed. It took a little while to find it, but you know they keep a very low profile. After taking a couple of wrong turns we found the warehouse with the big '8' on the door and we slipped our passes to the uniformed man behind a little glass window. You can't tell from the outside that the BEST-GAME-SHOW-EVER is taped in the building, but once we showed our passes and had the pat-down (a nice touch) from the security people we were directed into a very modern looking studio. We came in right on the top level and so we could see the whole familiar set laid out before us. It looks even nicer in person than on TV! The padded rows of audience seats are very spacious. It's kind of like the seating in your gymnasium at school but much more plush. They never show the audience on TV, so we wondered how comfortable the accommodations would be. I can tell you they are very appropriate for the show—more later on how appropriate! Right down at the bottom of the seating area is the stage set we all know; the two large, rotating circular platforms with Johnny Johnson's podium in the middle, as you remember, and behind them the two spinner wheels and the scoreboard and the little runway where Ivanna usually stands. Your dad was real anxious to see her in person, but we didn't see either her or Johnny for some time. What I wasn't expecting was the bank of large TV screens above the stage. We never saw those from home. Of course there are a bunch of cameras on booms arranged around the set, but when we first came in there were just a couple of people moving around and setting up things in a very business-like way. Did you know there are gaps in the set where the crew can slip behind the scenes to do their work? Can't see that on the TV, either. There was some classical music playing, of all things. I guess they want to remind us of the sophistication of the production and set a relaxed mood. Lord knows we were pumped up. Other audience members filtered in over the next 20 minutes or so, until there were about 50 of us, I'd guess. Not as many as I thought there'd be, but enough. Dad and I took a seat right up close on the right hand side because we really wanted to see the contestants. We chose well. As I said, the seating is very comfortable and there is plenty of room to stretch out. The seats are like tiers of platforms really, or very firm double beds where the headboard of one is the foot of the next one up. We could sit with our backs to the padded headboard part without blocking the view of the people behind us. There's a shallow stair that runs down the center and room for maybe 6 or 8 people on each side per row. Your dad's got ideas from it about making some built-ins for our playroom. I know I've told you a thousand times, but I'll say it again: Show me a man who can make something beautiful with his hands and I'll show you a man who can make a woman feel beautiful with his hands. We hoped the rumors about Family Fortune were really true and were eyeing the couple beside us carefully, just in case. I noticed that most of the audience came in larger groups. It looked like most brought their families, which makes sense since this is a family show. The family beside us was really young looking considering it included a girl who had to be at least eighteen. You know the law in Canada. By the way, I just want put in a good word for those sensible Canadian lawmakers who know when to mind their own business when it comes to allowing this to be broadcast on the public airwaves. You know we appreciate your sending us here by ourselves, but we missed you. Maybe we can all come together some time—that would be really fun because, as we guessed, the audience gets way involved in the show. We didn't just vote for the contestants' performance, some of us got to try it right there in our seats. This is an aside to Sammie: After you told me you've decided to give your virginity to me when we get back from this trip I find I am so much freer to imagine the fun we can all have together in places like this. You've already given me a great gift. Here's another interesting fact we didn't know: the taping actually takes almost eight hours! Really, it's understandable given the contestants have to orgasm so many times during the show. That was a terrific bonus since we got to meet a number of nice people and have sex with them that day. I was afraid the visit would be all too short, but it seemed to last forever. By the way, later it was dark enough in the audience that we never felt uncomfortable. It's kind of like being at home in our own living room playing with Mike and Janie. It felt like everyone was watching the contestants under the lights or paying attention to their own partners and we could pair up with our new friends in a reasonably private way. Everyone seemed real respectful like that. It helped that one of the producers came out to prep the audience. He bounced right out there on the stage in a pair of shorts and sandals. Did I mention they keep it real warm in the studio? You can imagine they would have to with everyone up there on stage naked, I guess, but it was more than comfortable for us, too. We were a little unsure about stripping off right away although we were getting pretty hot with excitement ourselves. Anyhow, your father kept grabbing me while we were getting oriented. We had noticed some others already out of their clothes, but thought they might be a little over-enthusiastic. It turns out they were repeat guests and knew the drill better than we did. As we soon found out when Barry, the producer, came out to give us his "warm-up" talk. He said, you know, welcome and glad you are here, of course, and then he laid out the rules. They were something like this: 1.Be patient because there are lots of breaks in the filming. We could get refreshments from the staff who would be walking the aisles with supplies. Plenty of time for bathroom breaks. NO ALCOHOL, this is a family show. But be sure to be in our seats when the cameras roll! 2.Be enthusiastic about the performance of the families—it helps them. No booing; this isn't the WWF. And stay off the stage—some have been too enthusiastic in the past. 3.Be fair when scoring and try to make it more than a popularity contest. The families work hard and do lots of preparation for this. 4.Pace yourself if you make love in the audience and remember, 'no' means 'no'. Standard Lifestyle rules apply. 5.There were some more things I can't remember now. Well, we went ahead and shucked the rest of our clothes while he read the rules out and by the time he was done we and the other family in our row (Hershel, Tawny and Blythe, by the way. They say, "Hi!") were comfortably unclothed. I didn't feel strange at all. Somehow the vibe in the room was natural—we knew we were with kindred spirits. Looking around I could see pretty much everyone was in the buff and getting ready to really enjoy the day. The woman right behind us looked to already have impaled herself as she sat in her hubbie's lap. At least it looked that way from his smile. Her daughter was distractedly stroking the mom's long, sloping breasts—she seemed too wowed by the surroundings to give it all her attention...yet. There was a boy there, too, but he was looking still a little shy. I can report that I know for a fact he got over it. The folks bringing the drinks made their rounds then. They set out buckets with ice and bottles of that Natural Orgasmics EVER-UP Energy Beverage. You know, the one that says "When Performance Matters!" in the ads. We each got our own tube of JizzyLube, too. As I said we didn't feel uncomfortable naked. Neither did Hershel, who leaned over and introduced himself and his wife and daughter. He's an average height black guy and she's about the same height with lighter skin. They both met while working as accountants for a firm in Toledo. Blythe is her (very dark) daughter from "another life" Tawny likes to say. She's eighteen and very animated. She really was friendly, but I find most of our kids to be especially extroverted and comfortable socially (with the exception of you, Sammie. I hope I'm going to help rectify that when I get home!). We made the proper gestures of welcome to let each other know we were open to getting to know each other better. Wink, wink, nudge, nudge, know what I mean...... After that the lights went down over the audience and the two performance platforms rotated around so the curtains covered them. We could hear people moving back there with some shadowy shapes to show us where they were getting set up. It seemed to take forever, but maybe that's because we had been waiting so long for this moment. I was trembling and sweaty. I know your dad was excited too, because his pecker was especially proud. He was oozing a little and I took a drop with my finger to taste. I gave his little man a pat of reassurance. Dad pulled me close for a hug and a kiss and I felt all squishy 'down there'. Of course, we are all familiar with the opening routine for the show. First, the music started slow and quiet in the dark, then the lights gradually got brighter and the music got faster as the intro (brought to you in part by Natural Orgasmics!) rolled on the big monitors. The tasteful silhouettes of couples in various 'flagrante dilecto' poses that line the back walls slowly became clearer as the music built to a crescendo. Just then, Johnny Johnson bounded onto the stage in that signature way that he does, his unnaturally large meat swinging between his legs. You know, it's just as impressive in person, although he looked shorter than I thought he would. I like the way he is so entirely comfortable and natural in the nude. And right on international satellite TV, too. The audience was indeed enthusiastic and cheered him and did much clapping. It took a couple of minutes for him to quiet us down. I noticed Barry "shushing" us from the side, too. We were one horny crowd, hardly able to contain ourselves, as you can imagine. Johnny welcomed everyone in the studio audience and those watching at home and told us all how great a pair of contestant families we were going to see. "But first!" he said, as he always does, "Let me introduce the lovely Ivanna!" Your dad was so edgy I thought he might spurt right there, but as she strutted her red-headed self across the stage to plant a long, slow kiss on Johnny's lips, dad just squeezed me all the harder. He moaned a little under his breath, I swear. You'd be so happy to see the joy this gave him. Well, Ivanna was wearing just the dog collar and leash with the black high heels that day. I wish I had the breasts to carry off that outfit, but I guess I'll just have to be satisfied with the fuzzy slippers you kids gave me at Christmas. I don't know why it is you all think I'm sexiest in my nightgown and slippers, but so be it. We can't all be TV stars. Of course, she and Johnny were movie stars, too. I mean, that's what gave them the experience to host this show. Johnny Salami and Ivanna Bendova.....We'll never forget them in "The Taming of the Screw" will we? What a couple of pros! Now, that was before they came out as brother and sister and caused all that ruckus. It was a fine day when they got tossed out of the adult film industry because that's when they became such vocal advocates of Family Love. I'm glad we have them as leaders in this movement. They set such a good example of how loving and caring a family sexual relationship really is. Take away the secrecy and you take away the shame and judgments. Oh there I go on my soapbox again. Sorry, but you know me.... Anyway, Ivanna gave Johnny her patented full-body smooch and then swaggered over to her place by the spinners. Johnny swelled very noticeably. We all shouted and clapped again.... and had to be quieted again. Says Johnny, "First let me introduce the current champion family on Family Fortune—Paul, Sun and June, the Collins family!" Slowly the platform on the left circled around to reveal the folks we've been cheering all these weeks and boy did they look as nice in person as on the TV. Paul is as tall as he appears and it's not just because his wife and daughter are so short. We all know how he brought them home from Korea where he was stationed in the Army and saved both of them from a life of prostitution. It was noble the way he got religion and went back after all that time, found them and made them a real family again. That is the mark of a truly noble and honest man. I get teary thinking about it. You can see how much June favors them both. She's a bit taller than her mom who hardly looks any older -- it's so hard to tell with Asians, don't you think? I liked the way they set themselves in a tableau for the introduction. When the platform turned we could see daughter June lying back with quite an arch to her body as she sprawled, arms over her head, across Paul's legs. He was leaning back on his elbows and looking lovingly down into his daughter's eyes while Sun lay with her head on June's tummy and kicked her right leg up in a coy way. Her straight black hair spread over June like a blanket so you couldn't hardly see her. The Collins' are getting really good at presentation, concealing everything so as to tease us. It's easy to see why they are the champs, IMHO. After the cheering died down, Johnny spoke again, waving his arm at the right hand curtains, "Ladies and gentlemen, from the great prairies of the Midwest, where corn is king and families who play together, stay together.....Let me introduce our new challengers, Sally, Todd and Luke, the Gustafsons!" Well!, a blonder, all-American family you never saw as was revealed when the stage turned around. Standing in the middle of the platform was a really fit and trim woman with ash-white hair in a ponytail. She clearly was one of those aerobic nuts the way you could see every little muscle under her skin. Nothing I could ever be. Sorry, I was a bit jealous, she looked so buff. For a moment it distracted me from the men who were flanking her. Now, they were a bit taller, but not a lot, and she had them well in hand. I should say, she had their members in her hands as she stood there between them and they were good and hard. This showed a lot of balls, pardon the pun, for their first time on camera. I wouldn't wonder the woman had been working on them a little while they waited behind the curtain. The father and son looked athletic, too, with the same sun-blond hair and muscular builds. I was looking for the stray bit of straw from back on the farm to be stuck in their hair. Oh, I'm not being fair. It's just that they struck me as a little too bold in their posture like that. No finesse, just standing there with all on display right away. No class. You can guess how I scored the first round—Collins 9.5, Gustafson 3.0. Your dad gave 'em a higher score. He's a guy, you know. The scoreboard soon showed the score as: Collins 635 Gustafson 890 Johnny Johnson took a moment to remind us all of the rules of the game. Briefly, as far as I remember them. Of course, you've seen the show, so you can fill in any I've forgotten. 1. No contestant to masturbate themselves (unless specifically detailed in the action received on the spinner). 2. Points are given for style, artistic merit, originality, degree of difficulty (judged in advance as a factor as in the Olympics). Each orgasm is given 50 points. (multiple female orgasms with same partner are counted as one). 3. Points are deducted if male ejaculation is internal. Double points if orgasms are mutual, i.e, within 15 seconds of each other. 4.The time limit for each round is 10 minutes. 5. Each round has a rising level of challenge and thus higher scores. 6. Each female contestant wears an Orgasm Band on the arm to confirm that an orgasm has not been faked and a judge will provide a visual inspection, if needed, to check for internal male ejaculation. 7. Lube crews are standing by ready and able to assist if requested by contestants. All are reminded to monitor themselves for exhaustion and chafing. Then it was time for Round Two. The spinner was labeled with various simple sexual positions. The Collins's chose June to spin the wheel and she got "Cunnilingus" with a degree of difficulty of "1" and bounced happily back to her family behind the curtains that had closed over the rotating platform to consult for the mandatory 60 seconds to plan their performance while the 'up close and personal' segment was shown on the big screens. We learned that the Collins's favorite apres' sex activity is to watch old Hollywood musicals while sharing a bowl of popcorn. They like to sing along with their favorite tunes, too. Then the platform rotated back around and they were displayed in all their classy beauty. In a graceful circle the family draped themselves with mama Sun lying on her back, her upturned face toward the audience and June on her side with her mouth on her mother's pussy. Then father Paul with his tongue buried in daughter June's snatch and, to complete the circle, his cock in Sun's little mouth. This was an easy one as could be expected for an early round. The scoring would come on strength of style and mutuality of orgasms. I was definitely rooting for them as they got on with it. So we're sitting there watching them enjoying each other with your dad on my right and Hershel on my left. Tawny was snuggling up on Hershel's left with Blythe down on the end by herself just agog at the action right in front of us. I had my hand wrapped around your dad's erection; just squeezing a little cause I could tell he was so very, very excited. I looked over at Tawny and made a gesture with my hand so she'd know I was asking permission and she nodded 'yes' as I grasped Hershel's erection, too. Tawny set her hand above mine and kept a bit of her possession of him clear. Hershel's a little more than a three-fister! You know I don't judge a man by his size, but variety is one of the nice things about this lifestyle. He had a good girth to him, too, that sent a quiver of anticipation through me. Tawny and I watched the Collins' performance while keeping the men from coming too soon. No easy feat considering how excited we all were but she and I seemed to have a pretty good psychic connection going. Tawny and I look a little alike. We've both got the "grapefruit-in-a-sock" type of breasts, as your dad calls them, very heavy, full and round with nipples that point upward--the kind that sway when we move. And she's got her hair cut short like mine so it doesn't get in the way. I didn't look back but I could hear some serious slurping noises from behind us. Somebody was wasting no time getting to the main event! As for myself I had that electric feeling of heightened arousal that I just love to prolong. You know what I mean, Janie. It was just fine that no one was touching me. I did need to squeeze my knees together occasionally, though, just to give myself a jolt. I could feel my slipperiness and the warmth spreading up my body without even touching myself. It didn't take June long to climax—the monitor went off the scale after only about a minute and a half of Sun's licking her. She took her mouth off of her father to whimper while pulling on his wet pole. Moaning, she took him back into her mouth again eagerly and the big screen showed a close up of her lips and tongue working him. She didn't bob her head up and down, but just sort of kept him in deep and let her tongue and throat massage his jism out of him. When he shot he went real tense and kept the hip thrusts to a minimum. She let his fluid run back out from the corners of her mouth and puddle at her fingers all white and bubbly. Paul shuddered through his orgasm, squeezing his fingers into Sun's thighs as she straddled his face. Family Fortune He dug his tongue vigorously into his wife and she cried out, too, in release. Each of them heaved in rhythm as the wave of pleasure receded. We in the audience were quivering with the thrill of it. Someone just behind us was grunting his way through a climax, too, by the sound of it. The studio must have directional mics cause you can never hear the audience noises on the TV. Anyway, the Collins' subsided into a pretty tangle of limbs and just lay there in a nicely arranged pile as time ran out while we took a moment to enter our scoring into the remotes. I hated to let the men go. I gave the Collins' a 9 for style, 8.5 for artistic merit and only a 7 for originality. They really are my favorite contestant family in a long time and I can't help but give them favorable scores. Not everyone feels the way I do, though, and the totals on the board were just an average of 7.3 points which gave them a total of 730 plus the three orgasms which were considered to be mutual; a score of 1050. Overall a strong second round result. Total score 1685. I got your dad and Hershel back in my hands as soon as I could. Then the commercial for Natural Orgasmics Big Rig Enlargement Cream played on the monitors with Johnny giving his testimonial as to its efficacy. Really, I think his joint is all-natural, but he sure sells a lot of that cream. Caveat emptor, my children; remember what I said about size. It was the Gustafson's turn to spin the wheel. Luke gave it a whirl and got "reverse cowgirl". During their 60 second planning session we were shown a clip about the Gustafson's history. They actually were dairy farmers, we learned. They were salt of the earth types, as I'd thought. After the Gustafsons came out of their huddle Mrs. Gustafson called for the Lube Crew. I don't know who you have to blow to get one of these jobs but I bet there's some kind of nepotism going on. The Lube Crew is picked from the audience and I know nobody asked me to volunteer, 'cause I sure would have. Anyway, this guy with a goofy grin plastered on his face goes to Sally Gustafson with a big tube of JizzyLube, a big hard-on, and an attitude and squirts some on his fingers and applies it to her pussy with no small amount of clumsiness. She naturally looked a little irritated with him, but quickly recovered her composure after pulling his hand from between her legs and completing the job herself. (A stagehand came out and we never saw that Lube guy again and I bet that little part gets edited out of the show, too.) Sally asked for a lube for Todd, too, and he got a short and plump young woman who showed much more sensitivity than Lube Guy. She knelt in front of Todd and filled both hands with cream, then gently smoothed it onto his member by starting at the bottom and slowly pulling up. Unfortunately for the Gustafson team, on the second stroke Todd came a gusher all over her boobs. The way she knelt and stroked him with her fleshy breasts squeezed up between her arms must have been just too enticing for Todd after his mom primed him before the curtain rose. I knew it! Amateurs. Sorry, my bias is showing. Sally looked a little angrier and the Lube Girl was giggling with the cum running into her cleavage, but Todd had a look of confusion and a little embarrassment on his face. He was blushing from orgasm and shame both, I think. He shot an apologetic look at his mom. Mr. Gustafson was looking impatient and disgusted. I could understand that—here they must have trained for months for this and now they were a lap down in the race before even getting on the track. So Luke asked for the JizzyLube from the giggly, sticky Lube Girl who was trying to wipe up Todd's junk with her already slippery hands and only making a bigger mess of it. The dad smeared himself with Lube and lay down on his back on the platform. "Start the clock!", yelled Johnny and Sally turned around very businesslike and straddled Luke in the reverse cowgirl position. She pulled Todd over a little brusquely, I thought, and began sucking his shriveled pecker, JizzyLube and all. Poor Todd; not off to a good start. I had my two men firmly in my grip again as the Gustafson's got going and Blythe, adventurous young thing that she is, crawled across all our legs to your father's side of the platform. She had her hair in really short cornrows. Her young body was slim and tight. Her breasts were very firm and really pointy, kind of like yours, Janie, standing out with small sharp nipples that could put an eye out. She just looked at dad impishly and turned her back, flashed electric pink pussylips, straddled his lap and lowered herself. I steadied his erection as she eased herself down on him. She shifted her little, round ass just a bit and very slowly slid down to my hand. I gave her a stroke as I pulled it away and she settled on down. I heard your dad draw a long, deep breath and he grabbed my hand fiercely. He gave me a desperate look. I know he was almost gone and didn't want to blast her full right away, but what healthy man in the full flower of his life could not? Somehow he held on, though, and she wisely sat very still. She knew enough to only clasp him in her body and not to move. She was panting pretty hard herself and from the wetness of the twat she stabbed onto him, I'd say Blythe was damned aroused herself. I felt warmth on my left hand and looked to see Tawny kneeling over Hershel with his knob between her lips. She just took the tip in and kissed it gently. She sure has some blowjob lips, I must say. It was thrilling to watch them stretch around Hershel's purple head as she slowly pressed down on it. I had to look away, but there was nowhere to look that sex wasn't on full display. To my right Blythe sat firmly on your dad's lap with her hands on his thighs staring forward at the Gustafson's, like I was, watching them athletically put it to each other. I squeezed my left hand into my crotch and began rubbing myself. I really couldn't help it, kids. I held out as long as I could..... So the Gustafson dad was moving his wife up and down on his pole by gripping her waist and she was bouncing determinedly. Todd had her head in his hands and was thrusting himself into his mom's mouth. He'd got it up again, mostly. These folks made love like a cheerleader routine; all athletics and no feeling—no tenderness, anyway. It was like a 70's porn movie. She was taking a real pounding from her men, but apparently none of them was loose enough to climax. They were really thrown off their game and time was called before any of them came. I clearly heard Luke say, "Shit!" Bet they edit that out, too. We were supposed to score them, but your dad gripped my hand suddenly and began jerking his hips up into Blythe. "My God,..... this girl's been....practicing....her....Kegel's...", he gasped as he thrust her into the air and his eyes rolled back. Blythe arched her back and yipped out her own orgasm, riding him for a long minute. She was hanging on like it was the mechanical bull ride at Shooters over in Charlotte. Ever so slowly they came down from their high and she eased herself up off your father. His shiny, hard pecker slapped against his belly with a 'splat' and Blythe crawled back over past her mom. I leaned over and licked up your dad's mess. Nice flavor of spunk and girl there. Trapping the oozing knob of his sex in my mouth, I sucked out the last of his juice and pushed my lips down as far as I could to get all the white, foamy stuff he had smeared on him. I kept swallowing as he gradually softened in my mouth and as his breathing slowed he ran his hands gently through my hair. "Oh, Jesus, God a'mighty," he sighed. I, on the other hand, was feeling faint with hyperventilation. I was soooo excited. I tried not to rub myself too much 'cause I still wanted the feeling to last. I had a constant hum of almost-orgasm energy shooting through me. Reluctantly I let your dad slip from my lips and gave him a spunky kiss. He was going to be a slug for a little while, as you well know. I handed him an EVER-UP and a warm washcloth that the helpers were passing out and I turned to my left to see what might be happening there. Tawny was stretched out on her tummy licking your dad's cum from Blythe's box while Blythe had taken over the task of trying to get her father's pole in her mouth. It was quite a challenge, let me tell you. Hershel was lying there with a very contented smile on his face. I turned and kissed him with much passion. I pressed my breasts against his chest and he reached down and found my sex with his right hand. He grunted when he felt how wet I was, broke our kiss and said, "Blythe, could you make room for this fine lady down there, please?" Blythe rolled away to enjoy the licking her mom was giving and I grabbed Hershel's pole. I lifted myself over his hips, spread my legs and aimed him, smearing his head, thoughtfully left wet by his daughter, with my own juice, and then let gravity bring us together. It took some doing to stretch around him. It felt as if my pelvic joints were being eased apart and that is a rare but wonderful feeling. My orgasm (at last!) made my legs shake as I slid down on him and I curled over with my head on his chest, gasping. The spasms lasted through my looooong slide down his shaft until I was filled up with him. I looked up and he was just smiling away......I pulled myself up his shaft and dragged my fat nipples across the matt of curly hair on his chest. Oooohh, that was nice. I slid back down him. It was like firecrackers up and down my spine. I was smiling, too, it should go without saying. In this position I noticed the family behind us, finally. It was they who were making all the noise before. Now the mom (plump) and daughter (skinny) were each running a washcloth over the dad (hairy) and the boy, the one who was nervous before, was watching us—they must have finished already. I'd lost track of what was happening on the show, but I guess Hershel and I were the show for the moment. The boy was looking like a typical teenager, sullen and a little pimply. "What's your name?" I asked as I eased back down Hershel's pipe. "Nathan", he said, a little surly and bored. I thought he might be covering up for the nervousness. "Did you get an orgasm yet, Nathan?" I asked. "Duh..." he said, pointing at his sister's upthrust bottom, shiny in the dim light. He rolled his eyes, too. Well, I know a thing about teenage boys don't I, Mike? "Nathan, my lips are itchy. Will you please put your pecker in my mouth?" I said, and being well-mannered about obeying his elders, he crawled over and did just that. His one-fister soon swelled into just a mouth-full, which made sucking him much easier. It's so rare to find a man who doesn't make your jaw ache. And it is so hard to keep from scratching any regular dick with your teeth. Not that we don't give it our best, right Janie? Anyway I drooled all over Nathan as he pushed himself in and out of my mouth and I very gently bounced on Hershel at the same time. Hershel's eyes were almost shut but he was watching me take Nathan. Nathan eased back into a seated position and I had to move up to keep him in my mouth. I slid deliciously along Hershel's length and he popped out of me. I took a quick look behind and saw both Tawny and Blythe pounce on him with their mouths so I nuzzled again into Nathan's curly pubic hairs; his little pecker fitted in my mouth like it grew there. He's going to make any woman who likes giving her man oral pleasure very happy. Being a teenager, he didn't take long to come a second time. I suddenly was riding up into the air on the pumping of his hips. His dick pulsed and my mouth filled with cum. That made it even slipperier and Nathan was yelling nonsense sounds as he bucked. Aahhh, I like the taste of cum so much, but you know that. I sucked on him until he fell back onto his elbows and cried for mercy. I guess I was a little greedy—he'd gotten over-sensitive, so I let him go and just gave little Nate a gentle goodbye kiss. I swung my leg over Hershel and turned to join his women as they worked his cock. Tawny and I clearly share a taste for cum, 'cause when he erupted we both tried to get under the spout. Blythe kindly pointed a few of his thick spurts at me as she jerked him off. I saw that she was laughing as he thrashed between us and managed to keep a good mouthful for herself. Gently, she stroked him until his thrusting stopped and then Tawny and I licked up the cum that he'd sprayed all over his chest. With an impishness that her daughter had clearly inherited, Tawny leaned over and gave me a salty, sticky kiss. Blythe reached for the washcloths and passed them all around. Regaining a sense of my surroundings, I noticed that the Family Fortune staff was standing around looking a little impatient. I guess we really needed to enter our scores for the last performance. It took me a moment to remember what had last happened—the Gustafsons failed to come. So sad, but I scored them fairly. Two points for maintaining two erections and one for not falling over was as generous as I could be. I settled back in next to your dad and had a bottle of EVER-UP. Dad had watched me play with the neighbors and he was all hard again. He told me that we were supposed to be taking a bathroom break, but that the time was almost over for that. I saw a lot of folks had gone over to the side where the lounge was. It looked like Johnny and Ivanna were mingling with the audience over there and I know your dad really wanted to go do some "mingling" with Ivanna, but it was too late this time. The red light that signaled the imminent start of taping was flashing so everyone moved back to their seats. Johnny and Ivanna got back on stage where the platforms had been rotated back to conceal the contestants again and had a quick conference. Then the lights came up, the music played and Johnny said, "Welcome back for Round Three of Family Fortune, everyone. This time we've added some more challenging options to the wheel! But first, the scores after Round Two: Collins--1685, Gustafson--986. That's a pretty good lead the Collins have, but every round is worth more and we've still got three rounds to go! Anything can happen, folks!" Ivanna stepped to the end of the runway and said, "Now a word from one of our sponsors!" Then the big screens showed that cool commercial for Seally Posturpedic mattresses where the family is all jumping on the bed like a trampoline in slow motion and they copulate in mid-air. You know, where you can't even see the mattress, just the bodies rising up into the frame in a different sexual position each time. That's really clever, I think. At this point kids I have to tell you that I stopped paying close attention to the game show...there was so much going on in the audience and we were beginning to get to know our neighbors. So I'm going to have to watch the show with you on the DVD they gave us to see how the contestants did. Hershel is such a friendly guy. He just eased on up onto the next platform and introduced himself and all of us to the Thompsons, Nate's family. I honestly can't remember the parents' names but I think his sister was named Melody or something like that—I'll call her Melody, anyway. Pretty soon Hershel had us arranged. Nate's mom and Melody were on their knees facing the stage and Tawny lay on her back as the third in line. Nate got right down and started on her box with his mouth and Hershel socketed his tool in Nate's mom's pussy. Nate's dad followed suit and plugged himself into Melody. Your dad, standing on our platform, had a choice of mouths to stick his dick into. And so he took turns between Melody and her mom, moving from one to the other as they got poled by the other men. Dad was holding as still as he could and letting the force of the other dad's thrusts drive the women's mouths onto him. I watched him move from one woman to the other for a little while, then considered how to get in the mix. By putting my hands on my knees I could just ease my pussy down on Tawny's mouth and also give your dad a clear shot at my mouth. Pretty soon he was standing in front of me and waving a full staff, smiling as I looked saucily into his eyes and bobbed to catch him between my lips. I drooled on him to make him slipperier and ran my lips up and down the sides of his pecker. He gripped my head, guided my mouth over the glans I'd just wetted and made me take him. I let him back to the molars and, not wanting to scratch him, kept him there while my tongue massaged the bottom of his shaft. On my tingling lips I could feel the swelling of the underside and all the ropy vessels wrapped around him. The skin slid as he eased back a little and a long string of drool hung from my chin. I could feel it swinging before it snapped and splatted on the carpet. Tawny was languidly licking at my itchy pussy. She was obviously a little distracted by Nate's tongue, but, of course we've all had lots of practice with multi-tasking so although she was slow, she was effective. I was rising toward a climax and my legs were starting to quiver. Maybe I was a little tired, too, but my body definitely did not want to stop. She ran her tongue around the edges of my swollen lips and ever so slowly parted the folds in imitation, I think, of what Nate was doing to her. She mixed her saliva with my juices and circled around my opening, sliding between each crease and coming closer to my clit nub each time. The black woman flattened her tongue and drew a long, slow lick along my vagina, ending by covering my clit in a blanket of wetness. Then she stiffened her tongue and poked at it til I couldn't resist my release. I had to drop the prick in my mouth so I could really let go and your dad was OK with that. He knows how much I like to be completely abandoned to my orgasms. I hung my head and hollered, rocking my hips so Tawny's mouth could catch me in just the right places, my breasts dangling and swinging. She just held still and let me come on her face until I'd ridden up and down the orgasm escalator a couple of times, then she started groaning herself. I panted for a little bit with dad's pole squeezed gently in my hand, my soggy pussy cooling in the air. I turned around and saw Tawny arch her back as little Nate was licking at her. She gripped the carpet in both hands and screwed up her face when the orgasm hit. Her forehead creased and she turned a darker shade of coffee--the strain of coming made her roll her head back and forth where it hung over the edge of the platform. Through clenched teeth she chuffed her breath while Nate kept on working her. Then he levered himself up and dragged himself up along her body, pausing to suck her right nipple into his wet mouth. Tawny broke from the arched position and grabbed at him, pulling him up fast. She really wanted him inside her and reached down to make sure he speared her on the first thrust. When he did, she gasped and arched her back again, her mouth open in a silent howl of pleasure. Nate gripped her head between his hands and pushed it over the edge of the platform, holding her still as she bounced her hips up into him. She had her legs wrapped around and was dragging Nate into her with her heels against his ass. With Nate holding her face up, I pulled your dad over by the pecker and pushed him down into her mouth. Tawny's eyes shot open when the tip rubbed her fat lips but she didn't miss a beat. In your dad went like a dolphin leaping in the waves. She sucked and he let her wrap her lips around him, taking him deep. He pressed his hips forward and she arched just a little to let him slide all the way in to the short hairs. I could see her throat working as she swallowed him past her gag reflex. She was making, "MMMM" sounds. Nate turned his face away but being propped up on his elbows he was right in the action. I sat on the edge of the platform and turned so he could clamp his lips, wet from Tawny's pussy juice, on my nipple. He opened wide and sucked as much of my breast in his mouth as he could. He kept a steady and very slight rhythm going in her box, though, not pressing too hard, so Tawny's mouth could work your dad's cock and Nate could keep my tit between his lips. Neither guy was in a hurry to unload and Tawny was clearly feeling recurring waves of warm orgasms as she was rocked from both ends. I spread my legs and let Blythe crawl up to lick me. Family Fortune She nuzzled into my bush and used her tongue and her fingers to bring me to another couple of quick climaxes. You know how I like it with a mouth on my clit and wet fingers gently rubbing along my pussy lips—not inside but along both sides at the same time. My hair was matted to my mons from all the licking and Nate still suckled at one breast. Although I'd come so much already, when she started taking long strokes with her tongue along my vagina, her nose butting into my clit just ahead of her rigid tongue and her fat lower lip, I felt the quakes begin again. I twisted my nipple out of Nate's mouth, my legs jerked, I could hardly catch my breath .....Finally Blythe sat back on her haunches and wiped her mouth on the back of her hand, smiling at the good job she'd done. I guess her mom had taught her well. I smiled wearily back. But there was one more thing I really wanted to do, tired as I was. I'd thought of this as I slipped Dad's dick into Tawny's happy mouth and was glad he hadn't come yet. He'd been watching me get eaten, though, and I could tell from the tension in his neck and the pulsing vessel at his temple that he was holding back from jamming himself ungraciously into Tawny's throat. He's such a thoughtful lover. So I slipped my fingers between her lips and his soaked thatch of pubic hair and eased him back until he popped into the air. Tawny just lolled semi-consciously as Nate kept up his gentle pace. She was spent, too. I looked up at your dad and slowly took him between my lips while sliding my hand in the slippery ooze on his shaft. I smiled as best I could with my mouth stretched that way and I think the sparkle in my eye was the final straw for him. He went rigid, his balls drew up tight, his pecker swelled some more and I felt the first pulse of jism race up his shaft. His hips bucked and I took my lips off of him so he could squirt an arc across to my open mouth. You know your dad gets good distance with a cumshot. And he's copious, too. That's what makes some of our home games so much fun. I'm glad you inherited that, Mikey. Sam, I can't wait to find out if you did too. I considered offering a blast to Nate, but realized this is the kind of thing you should ask about in advance and I didn't want an awkward moment just then. Ain't I got good etiquette? Anyway, Dad gushed a big one and I let in land where it may and run down my face. I positioned myself so it would cascade onto Tawny and she giggled as the first stream struck. But she recovered quickly and opened her mouth hungrily to catch the next long ooze that I'd stroked out of Old Faithful. Dad let me jerk him again and again, pumping thick gouts across my lips and chin that slid off and dropped over Tawny's delighted face, spreading across her brown skin until she was streaked with white. She had it running into her ears before Dad was done. I still got to swallow some of his tart sauce, then I leaned down and started licking it off of Tawny, pushing it around with my lips and kissing some into her mouth. Nate, watching this, couldn't be unaffected and suddenly just started pounding away with his little tool. He buried his head between her breasts and humped his balls dry while she and I shared the gift of your dad's seed. Dad slumped back to the floor and Blythe scooted over on her hands and knees to tease out the last little bit and suck him while he shriveled back down. We were all getting a little work out. Nate's mom and Melody had their heads on the carpet and asses in the air while the other men slid in and out. It was a study in contrasts—tall black Hershel gliding into the plump, white mom while Nate's hairy father pulled his tiny daughter's bony ass onto his tool. Hershel was singing Sam Cooke's 'Working On The Chain Gang' and the guys were pumping to the rhythm. Melody and her mom were sighing, "Oh, ah, oh, ah!", right on the beat as each man sank deep into their bodies. Inevitably the pace picked up and they lost the rhythm as they broke down into their orgasms. I was glad when they finally called for a break in the filming. It looked like the rest of the audience was about worn out, too. You always feel like you can fuck forever at the beginning of the evening, don't you? The game went on in a very business like manner for several more rounds and we in the audience were pretty much fucked out. Still it was nice just to watch for a while. I won't bore you with all the details of how the Gustafson's managed a come-from-behind victory that day. But I do want to tell you a little about the final audience prize event, which you won't see on the broadcast. What none of us knew is that during the final round each of the contestant families is playing for an audience family chosen at random and that the winner gets to screw with Johnny and Ivanna after the filming! Plus they can choose the positions and participants as they wish for the final blowout. Here's the big news—your dad and I won! I really don't like the Gustafson's as a team but it was their winning that got your dad and me our dream come true, so I have to give them credit after all. Still, it was sad to see the Collins's leave the stage for the last time. They bowed out as graciously as you might imagine they would. They were a class act to the end. Well! I can't tell you all how excited I was to win this prize. Tired as I was, I couldn't help but be jazzed up to get covered in cum. You knew that would be my choice, didn't you? It's been an ultimate fantasy for a long time. My men do a damned good job of a cum-bath, but let's be honest; twenty-five or so guys were gonna dump a lot more. So I flounced right on down to the stage hand-in-hand with your dad. We waved to the crowd—it sure was different on the other side of the footlights. I was suddenly the center of a lot of attention. The audience was cheering! for me! an ordinary nearly middle-aged housewife from nowhere. Is this a great community or what? Johnny took my hand and looked into my eyes. He said I could arrange things however I wanted and tell the others what to do (or not to do). This was my chance to give your dad a treat, too, so I asked if Ivanna could pair off with him, lying beside us in the good old missionary position, while I rode Johnny reverse cowgirl and the men in the crowd gave me their love-juice straight into my face. I figured I would suck as many as I could and gave them all permission to jerk themselves over me if they wanted to. Johnny lay back on the platform with his knees bent over the edge, I plopped my wet snatch right down over his big old pole and watched the studio crew shuck off their shorts. Some of the women lined up on their knees to provide the fluffer work. Kids, it looked like the climax of this show was going to be all over me. Although this part won't play on the air they did give me a complimentary copy to show you when we get home. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did. There were so many of them I can't give you all their names or descriptions. After just a couple of shots my face was coated. I took the third dick in my mouth and sucked him real hard until he popped a slug and I let that and all his jizz squeeze out so it ran dripping off my chin 'til it was hanging in a foamy curtain. I looked down and saw a stream of bubbly white sliding down my cleavage. It felt deliciously dirty. My nipples were hard and knobby as gumdrops and the right one had a big wad of cum dripping from it. I felt the jizz cooling as it slid down my body. Tawny knelt between my legs and ducked down where she could do some licking on Johnny's pole that was ever so slowly moving in and out of me. She was also getting a mouthful of the river of spunk as it oozed down over my belly and into the V of my crotch and was shiny with it from the cheekbones down. I looked up into the eye of another audience member's member just as it erupted. This guy didn't wait for my throat; he just stroked a load into my face. I opened my mouth for a target anyway and tried to catch as much as I could. Another guy pushed in for a turn and I got him between my lips before he popped. I swallowed some of him but most bubbled out and down my chin. Then I had three or four men jerking around me and I put my face up for them to cover. Sperm was flying every which way. In the end I had a final wracking orgasm and then climbed off of Johnny's fat meat and had him dump a load in my mouth. I savored that one especially. I kept some in a little jar for a souvenir. If you want any more details you'll just have to watch the DVD. I really want to thank you three kids again for sending us here. It was the dream of a lifetime realized. We sure are tired, but you kids can be certain we'll come back home with some new ideas and renewed energy for our own family's fortunes. Hershel, Tawny and Blythe have invited us all to come visit sometime soon and your dad has already sketched some ideas for remodeling the playroom! Love, mom and dad. XXX OOO ;)..... P.S. Sam, I have a feeling you and Blythe would get along really well.