Date: Thu, 19 Jul 2012 09:08:57 -0400
From: John Marshall <crackerjacker18@hotmail.com>
Subject: Ecstasy Renewed Chapter 3

In trying to avoid the most common plot scenarios featured on Nifty, this
story continues the saga which began with "Ecstasy Island," continued with
"The Working Boys," and now continues with this story, "Ecstasy Renewed."
Like the previous segment, this story from time to time takes the form of a
series of interviews with various characters involved (all fictitious).
It's unorthodox but quite seductive, as are the figures depicted. Like
"Ecstasy Island" and "The Working Boys," this one is also written in third
person and proceeds in something close to real time with extensive dialogue
to carry the story along and intense character development.  Once more, it
is extremely orgasmic with all ejaculating dialogue written in UPPER
CASE. If you do not wish to be exposed to such material as described, leave
now.  If you are too young for this sort of thing, leave now.  If reading
this causes you to break the law where you live, leave now.

Otherwise, take the time now to get naked and get your cock hard, start
strokin' it. Jack yourself off as you read and see if you can time your own
blasts of naked sexual pleasure with those of the people in the book. This
one averages about two to three orgasms per chapter. For that reason, I
don't recommend reading more than one chapter at a time.  Any more than
that might be hazardous to your sexual health...especially your hard,
throbbing cock.

Note: It has been brought to my attention that the fictitious sex drug,
Duranol, mentioned in "Ecstasy Island" and the early chapters of "The
Working Boys" is, in fact, the name of a heart medication with many adverse
side effects. Thus, I changed the drug's name to Duralon. There will be
much more involving this element of the story in "Ecstasy Renewed."

If you like what you read, let me know at crackerjacker18@hotmail.com.

ECSTASY RENEWED

CHAPTER 3

Doug Bristol slumped backwards onto his bed, staring at the ceiling lit by
the light of his laptop screen. His mind was a scrambleld, jumbled, errant
mess, having tried and failed miserably to cope with sexual awakening of
two out of three of his horny progeny. Despite two powerfully exposive
orgasms, his cock was once more hard and throbbing for yet another.  Within
his firm, flat loins the ache continued. Tiredly, he reached for it,
propping himself on one elbow as he began stroking the one part of his
impressive naked body he'd never been very successful in controling. June
had always referered to his cock as his "alter ego." Doug wasn't sure
exactly what an "alter ego" was but he never doubted her word.  Now, he was
beginning to understand.

He sat back up, switching to his left hand as his right found the mouse and
went in search of more beautiful naked boys. What he found was an
application form to apply for a "visa" to visit "The Land of Ecstasy," also
known as Ecstasy Island. To his dismay it required a full-length NUDE
photo, not just of himself but any and all "guests" accompanying him. The
application fee wasn't cheap, either--five hundred bucks...PER PERSON! His
eyes popped. Beneath the part about the nude photo, were the words, "boys
under fourteen must be shown sexually aroused, no children under twelve
permitted." His mind raced. Buddy and Bobby looked mature for their age,
maybe he could just claim they were...  He suddenly recoiled in horror at
what he was contemplating, lying about the age of his two, sweet, innocent
young sons just so they could all go wallow in the sexual depravity of a
place where naked sexual pleasure with naked young boys like his sons was
not just legal, put encouraged. His alter ego rebounded as his eyes found
the words in parentheses, "Special exemptions can be made for children
between the ages of ten and twelve if photographic proof is provided
indicating they are already sexually active."

PHOTOGRAPHIC PROOF! They want pictures of kids, not just NAKED but having
SEX? His fatherly mind found such a request utterly repulsive. Parents
actually DO such things, send pictures of their kids, naked, having sex?
Pictures popped up on the screen in front of him of naked young boys
fucking other naked young boys, followed by pictures of naked young boys
fucking naked young girls, some obviously in the ten to twelve age
group. Worse, he was not repulsed.  He started jacking his cock still
harder, feeling the pleasure such images brought to the alter ego, June had
referred to. He was startled by the intensity of the arousal they evoked
within his sex-sotted brain. They were young, they were incredibly lean,
slender, and above all, beautiful, boys of ten or twelve with cocks almost
the size of his own plowing one another's cute little asses.  There were
close-ups, young girls, spread wide, fully exposed as hard, slender
boy-cocks invaded their hairless cunts. This site was INCREDIBLE!
EcstasyInc.loe pulled no punches.  They were serious. He saw whole
families, mothers, fathers, sons, daughters, young boys fucking their
mothers, fathers fondling their daughters cunts, young girls having
orgasms...boys stroking one anothers cocks, lost in the bliss of their
mutual sexual pleasure. He jacked his cock harder and harder, feeling yet
another moment of orgasmic ecstasy bearing down on him.

Suddenly came the realization that he wanted to be a part of it. He wanted
to fuck young boys. He wanted to watch his sons fucking each other. Despite
his earlier pronouncements rejecting incest, he wanted to see
Buddy...wanted to see Bobby, naked, hard, deeply embedded in their older
sister's cunt, pounding away, fucking her, being fucked BY her. Images of
Bunny completely naked and exposed, her knees bent, her naked, teenaged
body inviting sexual invasion. The faces of the boys seductively arrayed
before him on his computer suddenly melted into those of his
eleven-year-old sons, inviting him to join them in orgasmic bliss, their
hard, upthrust boy-cocks begging to be sucked, to be stroked, to be brought
to the pinnacle of orgasmic pleasure.

Doug shook his head, hoping to clear his vision. Instead, he saw them begin
to move rythmically, stroking each other, kissing, fucking, shooting cum he
knew couldn't be their own but a figment of his hyperactive sexual
imagination. He was gonna cum! He could feel it. He jacked harder, his mind
now awash in sexual images, boys, girls, heaving, thrusting, crying out in
obscenely beautiful sexual
pleasure. "AHHAEHHAHEHHHRH....AOAEHHGHEHHHHHEHAHEHHRH FUCCCCKKKKKKK..."
Doug exploded internally, then gushed out his cum in a massive burst that
left his mind like mashed potatoes. "BUDDY, BOBBY, BUNNY...FUCK, FUCK,
FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!" Buddy was fucking Bobby, who was fucking Bunny, all
three of his naked children screaming out their sexual ecstasy to match his
own, "CUMMING, CUMMING, WE'RE CUMMING AND CUMMING AND
CUMMING...AHAHEHHAEHHRHIIGHEHAHHEH YESS, CUM, CUM, CUM WITH ME, SHOOT YOUR
CUM WITH ME, AHGHEHAERHGH FUCK, WE'RE FEELING IT, WE'RE CUMMING, WE'RE
CUMMING, CUMMING, CUMMING!"


Doug awoke the next morning, his laptop screen still casting an eerie glow
in his heavily draped bedroom. The clock read 7:15 a.m. Dried cum caked his
smooth, flat abdomen. The sexual ache in his loins was now down to a dull
yearning. He roused himself from the bed and turned off the computer,
evaporating the naked young boys lingering from the night before. He headed
for the shower, consciously avoiding washing his cock lest he once more
arouse it to sexual action. He dried off and donned his white terry robe.
It was now 7:33, well past the time he should have checked on the kids to
make sure they were up for school.

He tried the door to his sons' room.  It was locked. "Buddy, Bobby, time to
get up!"

Across the hall, he found Bunny's door likewise locked.  "Bunny, time to be
up for school, it's after 7:30. He got no more response from his daughter
than he had the boys. "I'm going to fix breakfast, if you're not in the
kitchen in ten minutes you'll be eating it COLD!" He proclaimed to no one
in particular.  His own stomach was growling for sustenance.  He assumed
the three 'bottomless pits' he fed three times daily would feel likewise.

Suddenly, coming from the twins' room, he heard a low, moaning growl
evolving into a high-pitched wail. He shook his head. He'd heard that sound
before. He "congratulated" himself.  He now had THREE sexually active kids
under one roof with which to deal. He wasn't at all surprised. The boys
were quite close. Something as mind-shattering as a first taste of orgasmic
pleasure was a moment neither boy would long keep to themselves. Buddy had
shown Bobby how to jack off.  Hell, the kid had probably DEMONSTRATED the
deed.

"BOYS!" Doug knocked loudly on their door once again, this time with enough
force to get their attention amid even the most powerful explosion of
boyish sexual pleasure.  "Drop your COCKS and grab your SOCKS and get your
horny asses dressed for school...NOW!"

He listened.  There was the sound of scrambling and confusion on the other
side. Doug smiled to himself at his clever, unoriginal bit of hackneyed
poetry, then with a sense of self-satisfaction at having finally taken
charge of his brood, he went in search of Jimmy Dean's frozen culinary
offerings.

Breakfast in the Bristol kitchen was strange that morning. The boys both
looked at their father strangely, seeming to Doug to be wavering between
embarassment, curiousity, and amusement. Bunny simply stared down into her
food, toying with it, tasting it, but seldom eating much of it, unable or
unwilling to make eye contact with any of them. The boys, on the other
hand, seemed to be staring at her while all the time trying NOT to appear
to be staring. Doug thought he noted cute little smirks on their faces from
time to time, but maybe it was just his imagination.

For his own part, Doug found himself studying the three kids intensely
while likewise trying not to appear obvious about it. As for conversation,
it was practically nil. Eight-thirty rolled around, the kids were off to
school. Doug headed for his real estate office. Behind the wheel of his
late-model BMW, his mind contemplated whether $22,000 would be too great a
sacrifice for a week of naked sexual debauchery with his now sexually
active children, all of them frantically fucking the most beautiful naked
boys in the world. His cock was getting hard again. He parked in back so he
could go in without passing his secretary's tonsorial inspection.

On his desk, he faced a manilla folder with the words, "Second Quarter
Financial Report." He opened it and smiled.  On paper at least, he was now
officially a millionaire. Second quarter net income was well into sex...six
figures. From his desk drawer Doug withdrew the digital pocket camera he
kept handy for shooting new property listings. He doffed his suit jacket
then deposited the camera in its pocket. His mind was made up. No more
two-storey Cape Cods, tonight he would be shooting decidedly more
pleasurable subject matter.


"Kenny coming over this afternoon to...visit?" Buddy taunted his sister as
the two of them got back home from school about the same time.

"We broke up," Bunny told him tersely as she went to her room and closed
her door...almost.

"She left her door a little open," Buddy told his brother as they changed
out of their school clothes into shorts and t-shirts. "That means she wants
you to go over and fuck her."

"It does?" Bobby asked in dismay, keeping up with his twin's sexual
exploits suddenly moving past theory into action. He wasn't at all sure he
was up to it. "Why don't YOU go fuck her and I'll watch?"

"Chicken-shit," Buddy nailed his brother's reticence.

"What?  I'm suppose to just walk in there and whip out my dick and say,
hey, sis, ya wanna fuck?" Bobby asked.

Buddy shrugged. "Not very subtle but if she's horny enough, probably
adequate."

"If she's horny enough?" Bobby repeated. "And if she's not?"

"Okay, okay, we'll both go over and...seduce her," Buddy suggested.

"What the fuck's 'seduce' mean?" Bobby and Buddy were very much alike
physically, but Bobby was several watts dimmer than his twin.

"We go over and act sexy and make her WANT to get fucked," Buddy defined
his intentions.

"And how the fuck do we do THAT?" Bobby questioned, "get naked and waver
our cocks at her."

"Too obvious," Buddy decided. "Ya gotta not just LOOK sexy but ACT sexy
too." He suddenly stripped naked, stroked his cock a few times, then pulled
out the shiney red (too large) gym shorts he'd gotten for Christmas the
year before but seldom worn. He stepped into them, pulling them until they
hung low, clinging to his slender hips several inches below his
navel. "This way you're kind of naked without really BEING naked."

"What's holding them up?" Bobby looked at him in amusement.

"My dick. You get your cock hard and..." buddy searched through a drawer
they shared, finding a similar, blue pair a size smaller than his
own. "Come on get naked, get your cock hard, try these on."

"THIS looks sexy?" Bobby gaped at himself in a mirror. "Don't look very
sexy to me. Looks SILLY."

"You ain't a girl.  Girls think boys about to lose their pants look sexy,"
Buddy declared. Actually, the fact was, HE thought they such boys looked
sexy too. He even thought his BROTHER looked sexy.

"What if they fall down?" Bobby worried.

"Then you need a bigger COCK." Buddy teased. "Come on, follow my
lead...I've done this before, remember."

Like two sneaky little brothers, the two tiptoed from their own room across
the hall toward Bunny's. They needn't have bothered with their pretense or
precaution. Peeking past the narrow opening of the door left ajar, four
eyeballs nearly popped from their sockets. Bunny sat slumped against the
padded headboard of her bed, completely naked, legs drawn up, a six-inch
plastic cock slipping in and out of her well-watered cunt.

"Come on in, boys, what took you so long?"

Buddy lurched, startled.  Bobby nearly high-tailed it back to their
room. "We thought you might liked to be fucked," he suggested his mouth
suddenly gone dry, his pickup line bearing all the subtlety of Greyhound
bus.

"We?" Bunny grinned, peering past her half-naked little brother in search
of her OTHER half-naked little brother. He was either invisible or had long
since lost his nerve.

Buddy looked behind him, expecting some vestige of moral
support. "Bobby...Bobby...where the fuck...?  Bobby get back in here, she
wants us to FUCK her."

"She does?" Bobby shyly peered around from behind the door.

"I do?" Bunny likewise questioned Buddy's assumption.

"What's...what's THAT thing?" Bobby asked as he was practically dragged by
his brother kicking and screaming back into the room.

"It's a fake COCK," Buddy told him, "anyone can see THAT."

"It's called a dildo...I found it with mom's stuff, along with those pills
we tried last night," Bunny explained as she continued using it on herself,
slowly slipping it in and out of her cunt for the boys' continued sexual
edification.

"Yeah, ain't you never heard anyone say, 'go fuck youself'?" Buddy laughed,
hoping to hide his own discomfort and embarrassment.

"Did you and Buddy REALLY...you know...REALLY...REALLY, REALLY...uhh...do
it?" Bobby found nerve enough to ask as both he and his brother jointly
found nerve enough to move nearer their sister's bed.

"Is that what he told you?" Bunny gasped. "He said he FUCKED me?"

"I DID!" Buddy cried vehemently, not much liking the mean trick he found
his sister playing on him.

"He said you two fucked each other all night LONG," Bobby asserted, a smile
creeping across his face as he began thinking he'd caught his brother in a
monstrous lie.

"Budddddiiiieeeeee....you nasty little boy," Bunny teased, continuing to
fuck herself with her mother's sexual toy, squirming, moaning, exaggerating
the erotic pleasure it was bringing her. "How come you tole your brother
such a...we didn't fuck...well, maybe a jus a little...but certainly not
ALL NIGHT LONG...probably not more than an hour or two...at most..."

Bobby's smile faded as he realized it was HE who was the butt of his
sister's prank, not Buddy, who, by now, now smiling, beaming proudly, his
chest sticking out, his belly sucked in causing his oversized gym shorts to
fall in a nylon puddle at his feet. His hard young boy-cock was not up to
the task of supporting them on its own.

Both Bunny and Bobby laughed as Buddy's first instinct seemed to be to
reach down and grab his single, errant claim to modesty, pulling them back
up; except that he suddenly realized he didn't WANT them pulled back
up. His jutting hard cock leading the way, he pridefully stepped from his
solitary garment and presented to his horny big sister what he knew very
well she really wanted slipping and sliding in and out of her gaping, hot
cunt. "Let's FUCK!" he growled in a low, sexy voice.

"But...but...what about your BROTHER, don't you think HE might like
to...you know...pop his thumb into the pudding too?" Bunny giggled,
slipping the dildo from inside her in a gesture both boys read as an open
invitation.

"Pudding?" Bobby was as dense as ever.

Buddy gaped at first his naked sister, then his not-so-naked brother in
exasperation.  "She means, you wanna fuck her or not?"

"Uhh...I...sure, I guess," Bobby approached the bed shyly.

Buddy rolled his eyes in dismay, then suddenly reached out and pantsed his
brother, jerking down his gym shorts, abruptly exposing his nakedness and
his jutting, young boy-cock. "Forgodsake, Bobby, climb into her cunt, can't
you see she's so horny she can hardly hold back her orgasm?"

"I am?" Bunny once more teased her brother/lover. "Oh...right...I
am...ohhhh fuck, yeah, I am. I'm so horny...so fuckin' horny I can hardly
keep from orgasming all over the fuckin' place.

"Seee...she needs fucked really BAD!" Buddy insisted.

Tentatively, Bobby approached, crawling up across the bed on his knees,
then positioning himself between his sister's sprawling, bent
legs. "I...I've never done this before," he appologized so needlessly both
Buddy and Bunny could hardly keep from laughing.  Bunny reached down,
gripping her brother's stiff little cocklet, then gently guided it between
her cunt lips slowly, deftly, deeper and deeper inside
her. "WoooooowwoooooooWOWWWWWWWW!" Buddy gasped as he felt himself being
engulfed.

"OOooooo baby, such a BIGGGGG cock," Bunny pretended, hoping she didn't
sound sarcastic.

"I'm INNNN..." Bobby suddenly crowed.  "I'm fucking!"

"Damned if ya ain't," Buddy laid down beside the two copulating siblings,
rubbing his own hard young cock against and between them.

I'm FUCKIING," Bobby repeated, though in fact he was lodged rather
stationarily inside his sister's clinging cunt. "I'm fucking, I'm fucking,
I'm fucking, fucking, fucking, fucking, fucking!"

"Whoopee, what a joy," Bunny this time made no effort to veil her humor or
sarcasm.  Bobby was something less than the best cock she'd ever fucked.

"Bobby...it...it might help if ya...you know...fucked around a little while
you're in there," Buddy offered his naked brother a bit of brotherly
advice. "It usually feels better that way."

"You mean like....like...?"

"Err...yeah...like that...kind of...you know, in and out
sorta...yeah...yeah, that's it, yeah, in, out, in out, in out in out, yeah,
yeah, that's it Bobby, now you're starting to get it," Bunny coached her
little brother in a manner quite unlike any direction she might have given
Buddy the night before. Buddy was a natural fucking machine.  Bobby
was...well, something of a slow learner.