From: bogus@bogus.ca (Jeff Voorhees)
Subject: Sequel to Brady Bunch Story
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
If this is not for you - type N now....
It was a typical evening at the Brady household. Children
were playing merrily outside in the golden rays of the set-
ting sun. Every now and then screams of childhood merriment
filtered in the windows - left open in the face of summer
heat. Upstairs, Mike and Carol were getting ready for a
dinner engagement with one of Mike's more well-heeled
clients. These engagements were always important to Mike's
success, and he always made sure that Carol was along, as
sometimes her services were invaluable in procuring the fi-
nal deal. "Aren't you done yet?", he asked imploringly,
turning to straighten his tie before the full-length mirror.
"Now Mike, you know I couldn't get dressed earlier because
Jan kept running to the bathroom". "I'll bet the little
bitch has an infection again... or do you suppose she's
barfing?", asked Mike. "I don't think so", said Carol, "Cin-
dy was the one that was tossing her cookies, last time I
checked..." "actually... I wonder whatever happened with
that?".
"No! No! - The black ones", asserted Mike, "He hates the
red stuff!". Carol was in the act of putting on some
strawberry edible underwear. She twisted her hips in the
rays of the setting sun after she corrected the oversight,
stroking her pussy through the material. Across the street,
Peter and his friend David were taking turns at the tele-
scope. "What a hot bitch!", said Dave cranking his dick as
he watched the spectacle. "Here - Let me have a look" said
Peter grabbing the scope and pressing it to his eye. Dave
was too busy in his own little world to mind - frantically
pumping his prepubescent manhood until it spat white foam.
Peter licked his lips as he watched the spectacle his mother
was presenting. She looked almost as good across the street
as she did on top of him. She left his view, almost
dressed. "Damn!",he cursed and turned his attention to a
more interesting target - the bathroom. Inside, he could see
Cindy squatting on the toilet, her dress hiked up above her
waist, and her little legs dangling on each side. Pete
zoomed the scope when he saw her lean forward. Her face
turned beet red - apparently she was having a hard time. In
the background, Peter could barely see Marcia hike her skirt
and grease her anus with two fingers, wiping the excess off
on some toilet paper that she had in the other hand. Right
then and there, Peter knew that it would be an interesting
night at the Brady household.
"Ho! Ho! Ho!",laughed Mike as Carol tried her hand at the
whip he just bought. She packed it into her purse along with
a vibrator and some K-Y jelly, and headed for the door. As
she passed by Mike, he grabbed a handful of ass and pulled
her close to him. "Don't forget Tiger!", he said - a look of
amusement crossing his features. "Oh Mike", said Carol,
"Even you know that Mr. Rogers isn't into feisty white
mutts!". "Maybe later", she winked with a positive gleam in
her eyes before she turned and headed out into the street.
Mike followed after. "Damn - What a good piece!", he thought
as he watched her ass as she crossed to the car. "What a
FUCKING GOOD PIECE!".
"Mmmf!", Jan was tied spread-eagled to the lower bunk bed
while Alice rode her merrily. "Eat me out, you little
bitch!", she grunted, pressing her cunt hard against Jan's
face, "or I'll tell mom you're barfing!". Jan's tiny 13
year old body buckled hard in her repeated efforts to get
air and Alice was *loving* every minute of it. "Bobby!", she
yelled, "My broom! GET MY BROOM!". She wanted to work Jan's
cunt something fierce - she wasn't gonna lube it or nothing.
She just wanted to see her squirm, hear her gasping under-
neath her. Almost snuff her out and then bring her around
again for some more. The funny thing was that Jan liked it
too. Apparently, her mind was pretty fucked up after all
that glue she used to sniff.
Apple-cheeked Bobby appeared at the door a short time later.
He had a broom, some kind of box, and a shit-eating grin on
his face. "You rang?", he asked. He walked up to the bed
with a slight limp, as his ass was still sore from Greg's
tool. What was even worse, Peter had just come home from
across the street - horny as hell, and had demanded instant
lip-service from our little hero. "What the hell is that?",
groaned Alice - pointing to the box. Jan was starting to
pass out underneath her, but Alice was feeling mighty good.
She leaned forward to let her have some air, and laughingly
ripped of a smelly, loud fart in the poor little girl's
face. "It's Peter's volcano power supply!", said Bobby, "It
generates over 50,000 volts!". Alice sat back down on Jan's
face as she thought about the possibilities. Underneath her,
she felt Jan begin squirming again. "Get me a bucket of wa-
ter!", she shouted, hoarse with animal lust "I've got an
idea!".
Upstairs, Greg was spreading mentholeum cream all over his
man-sized tool while Martia and Peter were undressing Cindy
on their parent's bed. She trembled as they stripped off her
little yellow dress and threw it in a crumpled heap. Her
white panties were next. "Ha - lookit the shit-stain!",
laughed Peter as he indicated a brown line in the panties.
They pushed her face-down against the bed, her little bare
butt sticking up in the air. "Their'll be more than shit in
there when I'm through with her", boasted Greg as he submit-
ted his tool to one last inspection. Peter took off to get
the camera. These sessions looked great on film and he knew
a man down the street who liked to buy pictures like these.
In fact, once Greg said he saw some of these pictures in an
actual magazine somewhere...
Cindy was having second thoughts. She kept trying to get
away, screaming "No!", "No!". However, a few good whacks
from Marcia with a belt buckle seemed to reassure her and
help calm her fears. Greg poised himself before her trem-
bling rosebud anus. His cock burned from the menthol cream
he had spread all over it. Peter licked his lips - He knew
first-hand what that cock could do. THRUUUUUST! Greg shoved.
Cindy screamed. Upstairs, Alice climaxed as she rode Jan.
Jan's body was vibrating with an electrically induced mo-
tion.
Suddenly the power went out. "What the fuck happened?!?!",
yelled Greg, majorly pissed off that he couldn't see what he
was doing. Bobby came running in. "Alice hooked Jan up to
your volcano power supply! - I'll bet that did it!". They
went into the room and Pete brought a flashlight from the
cupboard. Alice was looking down at a motionless form on
the bed. "Shit...", she said "I think she's dead...". Cindy
let out a plaintative wail. "What'll we do???" ,she was
breaking out into tears, "What'll we tell mom and dad?".
"Who cares?", said Marcia eyeing the stain that was spread-
ing beneath Jan's form, "THAT WAS MY BED!".
"I have an idea", said Greg, a mischievious look in his
eyes, "A GREAT IDEA!". He climbed on top of the bed, like
preacher climbing on a soapbox. "HOW ABOUT SOME NECROPHI-
LIA!!??"
The rest of this story is history. Mom and Dad took the news
pretty well and they told the authorities that Jan ran off
with a biker. As for the body, they stuffed it in an old
freezer in the basement - keeping it for those nights when
Greg or the others were interested in some forbidden action.
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