Date: Fri, 23 Mar 2007 22:21:16 -0500
From: jockhunger@yahoo.com
Subject: Sharin 12

Sharin'
Chapter Twelve - The Campbells are Cumming and
		 The Reception of the Century.

	The newlywed, Lance and Sharon, heard the announcement,
presenting them to their guests.  With his cock at about a 75% hardness
tenting out his sequined jockstrap, Lance accompanied his new bride
into the reception hall.  As he slipped Sharon's chair under her, Lance
observed that about eighty of the hundred guests were Sharon's family
and friends.  The other twenty or so were friends of Lance, Anita or
Geoff.  For obvious reasons, Randy chose not to invite anyone other
than Tommy.  He knew his BFF (best friend forever) would understand his
desire to cross-dress--just once.  Tommy because of his BFF status, sat
with Geoff and Anita.
	The usual hubbub of "visiting with old friends" noise level died
to a dull roar when Trevor, as Best Man, began the round of toasts.
Some were sincere but most were lewd, lascivious, salacious and
otherwise all-around inappropriate--under normal circumstances.
	After the bride's father, The Major, gave his sincere and tearful
toast, he bellowed an order to the caterers, "Bring it out!"
	Everyone watched as the double doors to the kitchen flew open
with a bang.  The guests were expecting the wedding cake.  Instead,
they gasped as a queen-sized bed with white satin sheets and covered in
white Egyptian lotus petals was wheeled onto the dance floor.
	"Before we eat," Major Campbell announced with the aid of the
microphone, my daughter would like to lose her virginity.  As you all
know, a lot of people have waited a long time for this moment."
Turning to raise his glass to his new son-in-law, he added, "Some
longer than others."
	Everyone, including Lance's carefully selected invitees, was
aware of Sharon's incestuous family lifestyle.
	To a chorus of laughter, Lance shrugged his shoulders.
	"But in his defense," Mr. Campbell said, "no one has been more
eager to tap this pussy than Lance."
	More laughter ensued.
	"...Or more deserving," The Major said, his voice catching just
a little with emotion.
	Standing, Mrs. Campbell said, "Our family has a long history of
engaging in old-fashioned shivaree.  Our participation goes back to
colonial times."  Seeing the quizzical expressions on twenty percent of
the crowds' faces, she said, "For those of you who don't know what a
shivaree is, it's a mock serenade performed on the wedding night by the
couples' closest friends and family.  If you'll each take a noisemaker
as they're passed around we'll get started."
	The wait staff began handing out what looked like toys.  There
were drums on a stick-like handle with balls on spring wire that would
beat the drum when one gently twisted their wrist.  There were penny
whistles, kazoos, and finger cymbals to name just a few of the
assortment.
	"Usually," Major Campbell said, "all this is done after the
newlyweds go to bed for the night and the shivaree takes place outside
their window.  Traditionally, the fathers of the bride and groom bang
metal pots with wooden spoons while the mothers blow whistles and clang
cow bells.  However, since Sharon wanted her wedding reception to be
...  shall we say  ...  more memorable than most others, the two
families have decided to include the deflowering ceremony as part of
the reception activity."
	Everyone on Sharon's side of the family began making mechanical
noise as well as hoots, hollers and whistles.  Lance's guests looked on
in absolute, silent and total disbelief.
	Raising both hands to quiet the crowd, Grace Campbell said, "The
shivaree will continue until the two become one."
	At that declaration, Lance's side of the guest list began making
noise right along with the Campbell clan after realizing the announcement
wasn't some kind of family 'inside' joke.
	The best man stood, leaned over to whisper in Randy's ear and
then helped Randy get out of his chair--like they were on a date.  As
Trevor grabbed Lance's biceps and dragged him--with mock reluctance--
from the dais toward the bed, Randy took Sharon's proffered hand and
escorted her daintily to her nuptial bed.
	Lance started to remove his swallowtail coat but Trevor stopped
him.  Lance looked down at his sequined jockstrap and Trevor shook his
head 'no.'  The only other thing Lance had on--other than his socks was
his bow tie.
	Sharon positioned herself on the bed and Randy carefully arranged
her veil so it cascaded with photogenic preciseness over the white
satin pillow.  Then, Sharon instructed Randy, "The lace panel has
Velcro down the front.  Open it all the way--hem to waist."
	Randy laid open the two panels until it looked like angel wings
across the bed revealing her steamy moist cunt beneath her diamond-shaped
pubes.
	"My Maid of Honor will prepare my groom for entry," Sharon said
with a wink at Randy.  "Move aside but don't remove the jock and
moisten his cock."
	The room filled with noise to near "rave" levels.  Since Randy
was in wedding "drag," many of the Campbell guests "in the know" took
that time to tell the other guests that the two were actually brothers--
not brother and sister or even boy/girl.
	While Randy pulled the black sequined jockstrap aside with his
teeth, Trevor helped Lance put on a pair of white cotton gloves.
Sharon's side of the family nodded their heads in approval--of both
tasks, one would imagine.  Lance's guests stared in amazement at never
having seen such a ceremony before.
	"Get in place before I suck you," Randy said.  "I don't want you
to dry off before you stick it in."
	"Shit, I'm so horned up right now, I'm gonna shoot before I hit
bottom, anyway.  I've got pre-cum about to pour out my ears."
	"Even after your morning blowjob?" Sharon asked with a wicked
smile.
	Lance looked at Randy who looked back with the same quizzical
expression of, 'Did you tell her?  I didn't.'
	"Even!" Lance confirmed, knowing a little white lie was NOT the
way to begin a marriage.
	"Good.  I love it when you're horny but not trigger happy."
	"Then you'll love me forever," Lance said lovingly.
	"Use his pre-cum to lube my pussy lips, Randy."
	There was another short outburst of noisemakers as Randy milked
Lance's cock to produce huge gobs of pre-cum so he could "paint" her
labia with the juice.
	"You better pay attention, Lance," Sharon warned.  "Cuz you're
gonna have to do this for your dad when it comes time for him to fuck
me."
	"That won't be for a couple of years," Lance protested.  "My
baby  ...  then Squirt's, remember?"
	"As soon as I get pregnant, he'll be able to fuck me.  The vows
only included the order of pregnancy, not abstinence from incest."
	"Oh fuck!  You're such a slut," Lance grinned.
	"And aren't YOU glad I am!" Sharon said with a wicked smile.
	"Fuckin' A"  Then looking at Randy, Lance said, "Make it quick,
I'm about ready to pop from all this dirty talk."
	Randy worked up a lot of saliva, engulfed his brother's cock,
quickly came up off it, leaving as much spit as he could and positioned
it at Sharon's portal.  When Lance didn't move, Randy said, "You want
me to push it in for you, too?"  He knew Lance was trying to fight back
the urge to cum.  Devilishly, Randy swatted Lance's ass with the palm
of his hand, forcing Lance's long lance into Sharon's silky scabbard.
	Both screamed a satisfied "Ahh!"
	The noisemakers were deafening.  People stood and stomped their
feet noisily as they left their tables to crowd around the bed.  Shouts
of encouragement were laced with crude commands that would make a
sailor blush.
	Randy was caught in a crush of bodies as he tried to get off the
bed.  He had to hike up the skirt of his dress and climb over the bed to
get away.  Strong arms reached for him and the guy held Randy over his
head, like a weightlifter hoisting barbells, as he wormed his way out of
the crowd.
	"Sorry, little fella," Major Campbell apologized as he lowered
Randy to a standing position again.  "I forgot you folks aren't used to
this kinda stuff."
	"It's taken a while but we're gettin' there, sir," Randy said.
	"Shoot, boy, you don't have to call me sir," The Major drawled
in a heavy Scottish brogue, "'less we're a havin' sex, that is."
	"Yes sir," Randy said politely.  "I'll remember that, sir."  He
was surprised at the Major's backwoods demeanor and wondered if it was
real or affected.
	Raising one eyebrow and looking down at the little guy dressed
like a girl, The Major said, "Are you tellin' me you're ready for
some in-law sex?"
	"Maybe tomorrow," Randy said as he nodded toward the bride and
groom, "tonight's their night."
	"You're a fine young man, boy.  Always thinkin' of other, ain't
ya?"
	"I try," Randy said.  Then with a wink, he added, "Sir."
	"Well, just so you know, as soon as we eat, there'll be more sex
goin' on than a rabbit farm during matin' season."
	"Really?" Randy asked, thinking, 'Rabbits don't have mating
seasons.'
	"If Sharon has HER way," The Major assured him.
	"She always does," Randy said, confirming all he knew about
Sharon, too.
	A loud rumble swept through the room like the "Wooo" of a
tornado.
	"Get on my shoulders, boy, so you can see," The Major said.
	"See what?" Randy asked as he straddled Major Campbell's neck,
bunching his satin skirt into a hundred folds in his lap.  Randy had
left his 'Wings and Things' latex underpants at the photo shoot with
the rest of the underwear, so when he 'climbed aboard,' he felt his
cock find a nest on the right side of Major Campbell's neck.
	"That sound means your boy just cummed.  Now we get our proof."
	When Randy looked down onto the scene, he saw Lance's swallowtail
coat framing his ass cheeks beautifully.  It made his brother's virginal
and STRAIGHT butt cheeks all the more appealing.
	Grace Campbell, wearing a white cotton glove on his right hand,
gripped Lance's cock as he withdrew it from Sharon's pussy.  She wiped
it dry and held her flattened hand palm side out so everyone could see a
glove abundantly wet with groom cum.
	The crowd roared their approval.
	"Mr. Wilson," Mrs. Campbell called out.
	"Here," Geoff shouted as he made his way through the crowd.
	Mrs. Campbell proudly waved her left hand toward her daughter's
pussy and said, "It is yours to confirm blood, sir."
	"Uh  ..." Geoff said, looking at Lance.
	"Go on Dad.  It's part of the ceremony."
	By then, Trevor had produced another pair of gloves and helped
Geoff put them on.
	"Just put two fingers in," Sharon said, turn them around a little
to get a goodly amount of blood and bring 'em back out."
	"If you wanna feel for her G-spot, you can do that, too," Lance
said.
	"Yeah," Sharon said, "that would feel REAL good, right now."
	Geoff gently pressed his middle and index fingers into Sharon's
pussy.  As he felt around for her G-spot, he felt the glove get moist.
'I hope that's cum and not blood,' Geoff thought.  Then, realizing the
consequences of such thinking he modified it by thinking, 'I mean, I
hope there's SOME blood but I hope  ...  oh hell, just pull 'em out and
look.'
	A raucous wail arose as he held up his bloodied fingers.
	"No longer a virgin!" Mrs. Campbell rejoiced.
	"Back to your tables everyone," Major Campbell's bass voice
boomed over the noise.  The vibrations were felt by Randy's cock as it
started to harden, nestled like it was against his neck.  As The Major
knelt so Randy could hop off, he said with a chuckle, "Tryin' to stab me
in the back already, boy?"
	"No sir," Randy said.  "Just reminding you we have a date for
later."
	"Good boy."
	"Just remember, sir  ...  when I'm good, I'm very good but when
I'm bad, I'm terrific."
	The bed was rolled out and the meals were served.  It was not
lost on any of the guests that the male servers were tenting their
trousers and the females were flush with excitement.  Everyone ate
quietly, knowing the caterers were watching every move they were
making.  About ten minutes into the meal, someone clinked their fork
against the side of their water glass.  Then everyone else took up the
challenge.
	"Kiss, kiss, kiss," Lance's friends and family shouted in the
usual tradition.
	"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Sharon's family and friends shouted.
	Sharon stood and tore the specially designed skirt away from her
waist.  Facing Lance in only the top half of her wedding dress, the
open-weave part, she said, "Usually we would kiss.  What say you and I
fuck every time someone clinks their glass."
	"Fine by me," Lance said, rising to the occasion--both to his
feet AND in his crotch.  As he inserted his cock--for all to see--into
her pussy, he said loudly, "So long as only two more people clink their
glasses!  After that, I'll be cummed out."
	What Sharon neglected to tell Lance was, with each clink, he
didn't have to fuck "to ejaculation."  But she didn't tell him that
because she wanted to be fucked by Geoff and her dad, too, and she knew
Lance would defer to them quicker if his cum ran out.
	Following lots of ribald laughter, Trevor said, "That's why they
invented condoms, Lance, for when wimps like you peter out."  Then he
reached under the table, grabbed a condom and threw it directly at Geoff.
It landed on his plate in the middle of his peas and carrots.  "Once your
boy, here, dries up," Trevor announced into the microphone, "Father of
the groom gets first dibs.  Then, Father of the Bride."
	"All right!" Sharon's family guests shouted.
	"What the fuck!" Lance's family guests yelped.
	"Huh!" Geoff said from his table down in front of the dais.  "I
thought it was only gonna be Lance until Sharon gets pregnant."
	"Nope," Lance said, taking the microphone out of Trevor's hand.
Continuing a slow sensuous fuck stroke with his bride while the guests
continued eating, he said, "You're not the only one keeping secrets.
My dad, The Major, then the best man.  After that, the Maid of Honor
... however he wants to do it  ...  then her brothers--in whatever
order they've sorted out among themselves.  Like The Major said, 'a lot
of people have waited a long time for this'."
	More raucous shouts, noisemakers and foot stomping ensued.  When
the noise died down, Trevor said, holding the mic again, "After dinner,
we'll engage in some bawdy games.  Having said that, he reached under
the table several times, grabbing handfuls of condoms and tossing them
out into the crowd.  Lance's guests grabbed for one each while Sharon's
family snatched as many as their fists could hold.  Seeing that, Lances'
friends decided to load up, too.
	Twice more during the meal, someone clinked their glass and the
bride and groom engaged in a standing-position fuck.  After four cums
in less than an hour and a half, Lance was exhausted.  Someone clinked
their glass just as the servers began removing the dinnerware.
	"C'mon, Dad, bail me out, here," Lance begged looking down at his
chafed and limp dick.  Although he knew he was horny enough to fuck
Sharon a half dozen more times, he also wanted to watch his new bride
get fucked by his dad.
	Noisemakers, stomping feet, whistles and catcalls continued until
Geoff stood up and nervously approached the bride's table.  Since the
dishes had been removed from the dais table first, Sharon laid on it
and ordered Geoff to climb on top of her.  She knew Geoff had, for the
past several months, been fucking Anita doggy-style--for her to get
enjoyment, too.  So, Sharon figured the missionary position would
almost be like a new position for him.  Lance and Randy helped get
their father out of his suit and tie.
	"Leave your socks on, Dad," Randy said.  "It makes you look all
the more naked.  With Randy fully dressed--in a dress--and Lance
partially dressed in a bowtie, jockstrap and tux jacket, Geoff thought
he couldn't look more naked  ...  but he felt that way, anyway.  Then
Randy, who suddenly seemed to be in control said, "Lance, put your jock
back in place.  It'll make Dad look even more nekkid."
	Once Geoff's knees were nestled between Sharon's thighs, he
handed her the condom packet he had rescued from his dinner plate so she
could roll it down his erection.  Sharon, in turn, handed it to Randy
and said, "Put it on you dad using your mouth."
	Randy eagerly popped it in his mouth to moisten it and expertly
rolled it down the length of his father's hard on.
	"You've never been harder, Dad."
	"Why not?" Geoff whispered.  "I'm here with my two best girls, but
don't tell your mom."
	Then, as instructed, Lance helped aim his dad's prick at Sharon's
cunt. As it slid gently into the moist confines of his daughter-in-law,
Geoff thought, 'I hope Lance's sperm has already got her fertilized, cuz
I wanna tap this eighteen-year-old cum cavern  ...  bareback  ...  as
soon as possible.'
	As if reading his mind, Sharon said, "Can't wait till we can get
rid of the rubber, Dad."
	Just hearing her use the word 'dad' almost made him cum.  He
didn't realize it until that moment but, if he had been blessed with a
daughter, he would have been tempted to engage in incest long before
Sharon ever suggested it.
	"Fuck, fuck, fuck" the crowd chanted with each thrust.  Sharon
grunted and Geoff groaned as he pounded into her with forceful but
loving strokes.  Just as his head snapped back--that universal sign of
impending ejaculation--Lance swatted his dad's ass with a smack that
echoed through the room.
	"Aaigh!" Geoff screamed as his cum receded back toward his balls
instead of racing toward his piss slit.  "Awh, god!"
	Sharon winked knowingly at her new husband, silently thanking him
for prolonging her Father-in-law fuck and bringing her closer to orgasm.
	After a few more minutes, Geoff's nut juice began its assent up
his cum tube again.  "Gonna cum.  Don't stop me.  Gotta cum.  Please?"
	Sharon nodded in agreement.  After all, she had guests to attend
to.
	After Geoff dismounted--to a round of applause--Sharon said,
"Time for dessert."
	While the caterers were bringing out the cake, the ever-competent
Best Man, Trevor, said, "It's time to remove the garter."
	Sharon sat on a folding chair with her legs spread wide.  Since
she wasn't wearing her skirt Lance figured it would be a
simple process.
	"Blindfold the groom," Trevor announced.
	Once Lance was blindfolded, five of Sharon's older brothers
silently moved in five more folding chairs to form a circle around
Lance.  Then they slipped on matching garters--but in different colors
and sat down.  Since they were wearing, from the waist down, only the
mesh boxers, their legs were as exposed as Sharon's.  They had to slip
off their socks, though, and tuck them under their chairs.
	After Trevor turned Lance around three times, he said, "Remove
your bride's garter."  The three turns were only to disorient Lance,
not to make him dizzy.  Even so, Trevor added, "Don't wantcha to fall
down, so crawl around until you find her."
	The photographer was catching all of this on video.  His cock
ached from the pent-up excitement of having to get close-ups of the
sucking and fucking action and his trousers began to feel like a fabric
prison around his erection.  He knew, however, if he got too
comfortable, his "video capture" would suffer.  He had to stay focused.
	The camera caught the swallowtails of the tuxedo jacket as they
slid off Lance's hips to expose his bare butt.  The white half-moon
globes shone even brighter, framed by the black elastic bands of his
jockstrap.
	When Lance felt a foot, he blindly checked to see if it was the
left or right.  As luck would have it, it was the left foot--a direct
path to the garter.  As bad luck would have it, it was Caleb's foot.
None the wiser and thinking he would be "cute" Lance kissed the toes.
Then, with the flat of his tongue, he licked his way up the shin.  Just
before he got to the knee he realized his tongue was being dragged
through leg hair.
	"What the FUCK!"  Being right handed, he instinctively reached
upward only to be rewarded with a handful of mesh-covered cock and
balls.  "You fucker!" Lance shouted as he laughed at his own humiliation.
	"Wrong bride!  Take Caleb's garter and put it around you left
thigh," Trevor instructed his new brother-in-law.
	Lance carefully eased his hand along Caleb's thigh, found a
lavender garter--although blindfolded, he wasn't aware of the color--and
removed it before blindly slipping it on his own leg.
	"Try again," Trevor said.
	Lance began crawling around trying to find his bride's foot.  The
second time, he found his fifteen-year-old brother-in-law Travis' foot.
As soon as Lance realized it was a guy, he went for the garter.  He
removed it and slipped the garter on his leg to join the lavender one.
However, Travis felt the hands on his thigh and threw an instant woody.
Much to his embarrassment, the photographer came in for yet another
close-up.  Although he blushed, the crowd applauded the young lad's
natural reaction to stimuli with raucous approval.
	On his third attempt, Lance found Sharon and removed the white
garter.
	"You may kiss the bride," Trevor intoned.
	Sharon hunched her hips to the edge of the chair, grabbed Lance
by the ears and dragged him into a blindfolded muff-dive kiss.
	"Mmmm," Lance moaned.
	"Time for the bouquet toss," Mrs. Campbell announced, using the
remote microphone.
	Women and girls scrambled to the far end of the reception hall.
Sharon checked the ceiling for height--which was more than high enough--
and, adjusting for the mirrored ball, she tossed it over her right
shoulder.  After a pig pile of females played snatch-and-grab, one young
girl arose victorious.
	Trevor escorted her to the chair in the center of the room.
"Strip."
	"All right!" almost everyone yelled.  Many others added, "It's
about time we got this party started!"
	Lance thought, 'I thought it WAS started.'
	Once stripped naked, the girl took her seat.  She self-
consciously laid the bouquet in her lap to hide her bald adolescent
pussy.
	"Okay guys," Major Campbell announced, "take your places for the
garter toss."
	Old men and young boys joined the eligible bachelors as they
crowded into the space vacated by the females involved in the bouquet
toss--yet another sign this was no ordinary wedding reception.
	"Since Lance can't tell his wife's leg from a guy's pole in his
pants, we'll have two more garter tosses, so stay standing until we're
done."  The older and more worldly adult males made disgusting guttural
sounds like they knew something sexually depraved would happen to the
winners of the colored garter tosses.
	Trevor positioned Lance in front of the young girl with his back
to the men.  His cock and balls, once again dangling outside the
sequined pouch, was less than a foot away from the little girl's face.
She absentmindedly licked her lips in appreciation.  Meanwhile, Lance
snagged his wife's garter on the end of his index finger, blindly
pointed it over his right shoulder, pulled back on the elastic like it
was a rubber band and let loose.  It zinged through the air on a direct
trajectory toward the men.  One boy ducked as it narrowly missed his
ear.  It smacked one man in the face before the guy standing next to
him snatched the prize in a mid-air rebound.
	The bouquet-toss girl was told to remove the blue garter from
Lance's thigh.  Lance stood still as the girl leaned forward and hooked
a finger of each hand in the garter.  She rubbed the back of her
hand against Lance's balls and looked up into his eyes to evaluate his
reaction.
	Lance smiled.
	Pulling the garter off, she handed it to Lance.
	Again, he used the rubber band method to toss the garter.
	While removing the lavender garter, the bouquet-toss winner
licked her lips again.
	"Go on Tiffany.  You can suck him a little if you want," Trevor
encouraged.  "He's the groom and he's gonna need all the help he can get
to produce another hard-on."
	Quick as a lizard, Tiffany had Lance's cock in her tiny mouth.
Even soft, his man meat was a mouthful for her.  She removed the garter
and handed it to Lance before she released his cock from her suctioning
mouth.
	Once that garter was airborne, the guy who caught the white
garter came forward to stand near the bouquet girl.
	"Strip," Trevor said, as it was becoming evident, was to be
expected.
	The guy was naked in seconds--assisted by the fact that he had
chosen not to wear underpants.
	"Kneel."
	White-garter guy knelt, licking his lips and started to lift the
little girls foot so he could put the garter on.
	"Act like a gentleman!" Trevor chided.  "Kiss her first."
	Garter guy leaned in, picked up the bouquet and kissed the girl's
hairless pussy.
	Like she had seen this done many times before, bouquet girl
spread her thighs and hooked one leg over his shoulder.
	Loud but muffled slurping ensued while he slipped the garter up
her other leg.
	"Back off man!" Trevor chuckled.  "We've got more fun and games
planned.  As the girl removed her leg, the man reluctantly pulled
away.  Bouquet girl stood--flushed but with a huge grin--and curtsied
while holding out the hem of her imaginary dress.
	"Blue garter!" Trevor announced.
	The guy who caught it stepped forward.  It was one of Lance's
high school classmates.
	"Oh fuck, dude!" the classmate muttered.  "Do I strip?"
	"You're a quick learner," Trevor said, "for bein' one of
Lance's friends'."
	"Toby, Right?" Trevor asked.
	"Yeah." Toby said.  "Sorry, man, but I don't remember yours.
There's so many of you guys, here."
	"Trevor.  I'm the Best Man."
	"Not according to Sharon.  That'd be Lance."
	"She'll have second thoughts one I get a chance to fuck her.
Only woman I've ever wanted to fuck."
	"You're really gonna  ...  tap your own sister?" Toby asked.
	"Been waitin' ever since she was born.  Fuck, I'm horny for that
bitch!"
	Toby sprung a bone just thinking about the depravity of a gay
brother fucking his newly married sister.
	"Mrs. Wilson?" Trevor called out.
	Anita stepped up and looked at Trevor.
	"Yep," Trevor confirmed.
	Anita took a deep breath and began undressing--down to a blue
garter that matched the one in Toby's hand.  It, of course, was on her
left leg and Toby had to put this one on her right leg.  "If I'd known
what 'something borrowed, something blue' meant to this family, I'd
never have agreed to wear this," Anita said with a chuckle.
	"If Sharon wants you to wear it, there's no choice in the
 matter."
	"True."  Then Anita smiled apologetically at her son's classmate
and shrugged.
	When Toby saw Anita hadn't worn panties, his cock--on its way
to a full-fledged hard-on--hawked up a huge pre-cum lugi.  He had always
fantasized about female classmates walking the halls not wearing
panties.  In fact, seeing women walking through the mall with no visible
panty line often made him jism his jockeys.
	"My!" Anita said, "you look happy to see me."
	Toby looked at Lance who was smiling and gently stroking his cock
at the same time.  That's all the encouragement Toby needed.  He knelt
and waited for Anita to sit down.  Once in place, he muff-dived her,
slurping noisily, like a starving vagrant in a soup kitchen.
	"Been wantin' some of this for a long time.  Damn!  I sure am
glad I agreed to come to this shindig."
	"Me, too," Anita said as her eyes rolled back in her head.
	Since Toby was new to public sex, Trevor let him munch a little
longer than usual--to the delight of the other guests.
	"Nothin' better'n eatin' MILF, man.  Nothin'," Toby said between
enthusiastic slurps.  He pretended to fumble with the garter as he tried
to put it on, just to prolong his pleasure.
	"MILF means Moms I'd Love to Fuck, right?" Anita confirmed.
	"Time to give it a rest, dude," Trevor eventually said, gripping
Toby by the shoulder.  He knew amateurs to these 'family' gatherings
were likely to lose control.
	"Thanks, Mrs. Wilson," Tony said shyly with a sudden onset of
guilt.
	"You're welcome," Anita said.  Then as she turned to go back to
her table, she looked over her shoulder and said, "Any time."
	"Awh, fuck!" Toby cried as he gripped his balls to keep from
cumming.
	"Lavender!" Trevor yelled.
	A ten-year-old boy came running up, undressing on the way.  From
the brown skin and facial features, Trevor assumed he was of Mexican
extraction.
	"Eager are we?" Trevor asked in a friendly tone.
	"Uh huh," The boy agreed.
	"Who are you?"
	"Juan.  Juan Raphael Antonio Alexander Campbell de Leon."
	"Well, Juan Raphael, guess who you get to put the garter on?"
	"Mammasita?" Juan asked.
	"Very good!" Trevor said trying to remember if--or when--he had
ever seen Juan at any of the other family functions.  Then, into the
microphone, Trevor said, "Would Mammasita Campbell please come forward?
I'd like to introduce you to Juan Raphael  ... "  Then Trevor tilted
the microphone down to Juan.
	"Juan Raphael Antonio Alexander Campbell de Leon," the boy
recited proudly.
	"As Trevor's mom stepped forward, already naked because she knew
she was up next, she playfully patted her furry pussy and asked, "Is
Juanita ready to kiss mammasita's little gato?"
	Defiantly Juan said, "I'm not Juanita.  I'm Juan."  Then,
grabbing his tiny tawny cocklet and his gradated brown-to-black balls
she said, "See, I got cajones."
	Expressing exaggerated appreciation, Grace said, "You most
certainly do!  Can I have a taste before you put my garter on?"
	"Um  ... " Juan hesitated, looking at Trevor for answers.
	Trevor nodded his approval.  He thought, 'He obviously figured
out I'm the one calling the shots.  If this kid is as observant in
school as he is at our family gatherings, he's gonna be one helluva good
student.'
	Mrs. Campbell sat and leaned forward.  Juan stepped closer and
squealed when he felt her lips and tongue on his hard little cocklet.
	"First time?" Trevor asked as he helped his mother hold the boy
up when his knees buckled out from under him.
	"Uh huh," came out as a hoarse whisper.
	"Well, you're gonna get a lot of that tonight," I promise.
	"Really?"
	"Okay if some of the guys do it to you, too?"
	"Sure!" Juan said.
	"Ready, Juan?" Mrs. Campbell asked as she sat back.
	"Uh huh."
	"Kneel," Trevor said kindly.
	Juan knee-walked between Mrs. Campbell's legs and began
tentatively licking her pussy.  Then he looked up into Trevor's eyes.
	"Do anything that feels good but don't bite."
	"Really?"
	"Really."
	Juan began muff-diving like he'd been doing it for years.  He
even put two fingers up her pussy and felt around.  In actuality, he
was just doing everything he had ever fantasized about doing ... making
him an amateur expert.
	"Hey,"  Trevor chided, "you've done this before."
	"Nuh ungh," Juan protested.
	"Just watched others?" Trevor asked.
	Juan nodded his head rather than answer.
	"Time to put the garter on," Trevor coaxed, trying to keep the
proceedings on schedule.
	Rather than give up his pussy pie, Juan also chose to "blindly"
slip the garter over the foot and up the leg.
	As they broke away, Mrs. Campbell said, "I want you to come to
my table later, okay?"
	"Okay," Juan said proudly.
	Everyone applauded the boy's efforts and he got a bashful look on
his face.
	"Anyone who doesn't want to get wedding cake on their clothes
better take them off," Trevor announced.
	As Lance and Sharon cut the cake, everyone who wasn't naked, got
that way.  Lance's friends--all men by choice because he thought females
would REALLY feel out of place--were a little reluctant until they looked
around and saw there were dicks of every shape and size in the room.
Then they, too, stripped naked.  Randy's BFF, Tommy, sat quietly in his
chair until Anita pressed on his shoulder to stir him into action.
	Earlier in the week, Anita had bought Tommy brand new underpants
to wear to the wedding, telling him it was something every mother of
the groom was expected to do for her invited guests.  Tommy knew it was
just her way of giving him a gift without making him feel like it was
charity.  So, it was a shock to Anita when Tommy stripped down to his
underwear and she saw he was wearing embarrassingly shabby and dingy
gray underpants--again!
	The fabric was so threadbare from being worn and washed over so
many years it was see through.  The weave was so loose it could no
longer support the weight of his cock and balls and formed three
distinct pouches--one for his drooping cock and one on each side for
his balls.  The fly front was frayed and the stitching had popped loose
in several places allowing skin to shine through like snow through a
grimy windowpane.
	He chose to leave them on for a while, after everyone else was
naked--pretending to be shy about nudity.  Even so, no one remarked
about his underwear for fear of embarrassing him.  Before the night was
over, Anita discovered why he did it.  Several of the guests stuffed
money in the waistband--and even the pouch--as they pretended he was
some kind of male stripper, there for their amusement but secretly
wanting to GIVE him money.
	"For those of you who aren't familiar with the Campbell Clan
cake-eating tradition, Lance and I will demonstrate," Sharon said.
"Then you can each come up to get your slice."
	Sharon smiled as Lance pretended like he was going to shove it in
her mouth but at the last minute, he smashed it into her pussy.  For
her part, Sharon reached behind Lance and smeared it deep into his butt
crack.  Lance kissed his bride and then knelt to eat his cake.  When he
was done, he turned around and let Sharon clean him up.  Neither were
completely clean but everyone got the idea, nonetheless.
	"By the way," Lance said, smashing a slice of cake on his crotch,
"front or back, it's your choice."
	When they were done, the two lines had formed.  Women and girls
lined up for Lance to "feed" them while men and boys lined up for Sharon
to "feed."  Slice after slice was pushed, shoved, smeared and otherwise
"applied" to their guests.  People paired up without regard to age or
gender and began cleaning each other up.
	"I think that's everyone," Trevor said, "Except me."
	Just then, someone clinked their glass.
	"Major Campbell," Lance said, "Dad got sloppy seconds, I guess
you get the 'sweet rewards'."
	Everyone laughed at Lance's reference to the frosting framing the
bride's pussy.
	The Major handed his condom to Randy as he headed toward his
daughter.
	Randy gulped with worry when he saw how fat The Major's cock was.
During the photo session, it had remained soft.  Now that he was about to
pork his daughter, it was hard.  If you put Lance's cock on top of
Geoff's cock, you would have a pretty good idea of how big around The
Major's cock was.  Randy's jaw ached just from the thought of trying to
put the condom on him, using his mouth.
	"Take it easy on him, Dad," Sharon warned.  "He's relatively new
to all this."
	"He can take all the time he needs," The Major said.  "I like
breakin' in new talent.  Or should I say, relative talent?"
	When Randy knelt in front of him, the Campbell Clan began
chanting, "Hoot!  Hoot!  Hoot!"  No one could explain why they chanted
"Hoot" at these functions but they never changed the chant.
	Juan Raphael came up to watch wide-eyed as Randy began sucking
The Major.  He was surprised at the size but was amazed to see that Major
Campbell's dick was more flat than round.  He thought, "I could lay a
crayon on the top and it wouldn't roll off.'  Then with a shudder, Juan
thought, 'I wonder if the toilet lid smashed it flat when he was a kid
like me.'
	When Randy finally got the rubber behind the crown, Sharon said,
"Good enough.  Let's fuck."
	"Missionary or doggy style?"
	"Doggy, Daddy," Sharon said.
	Using two fingers, The Major rolled the condom the rest of the
way down his cock.  For all his girth, he wasn't very long--perhaps
five and five-eighths inches.  Sharon thought, 'Dad would have trouble
reaching Anita's G-spot but maybe, because of how big around it is, it
might scrape it just right.  But we'll have to wait and see because,
right now, it's my turn.'
	On hands and knees, they began fucking.  As he picked up speed
and increased his thrust, the crowd began to chant, "Father fuck,
father fuck, father fuck."
	Toby, Lance's former classmate, moved over to stand next to Anita
but was too shy to initiate a conversation.  He looked over at Lance to
make sure he wasn't upset.  Lance was having his ass crack cleaned up
by Sharon's brother, Caleb, while the bouquet girl cleaned the cake off
Lance's cock.
	Over the past several months and at Sharon's insistence, Lance,
Geoff and Randy had gotten a little more comfortable with touching each
other.  That meant Lance had gotten more comfortable with touching
other guys, too.  But the only other guys he had touched were Sharon's
brothers Trevor, Caleb, Evyn and Travis and, of course, Devon.  During
the reception, Lance saw an opportunity to touch his first non-family
guy, not including Sharon's brothers and he began to formulate a plan.
	In the meantime, Anita pointed at Toby's erection and asked, "You
gonna let that go to waste?"
	"I hope not.  Just waiting for ..."
	"Permission?"
	"Uh  ...  instructions."  Then, realizing how that might be
interpreted he gurgled, "I mean  ...  I know how  ...  I just don't
...  protocol  ...  party manners  ... "
	"Now's a good time to prove you know HOW to use it ... and to
hell with Campbell Clan protocol!"
	"Yes ma'am," Toby said shyly.
	"Ever done it standing up?"
	"Uh  ...  no."
	"Ever done it from behind?"
	"Uh  ...  once."
	"I mean with a woman," Anita said chuckling to ease his tension.
	"Yes, ma'am."
	"And by the way, keep calling me ma'am.  I like that."  Anita
shivered thinking that a boy almost half her age found her sexually
attractive.
	"Yes ma'am," Toby said, shifting around behind Anita.
	"I'll help you," Anita said as she felt Toby's cock slip, wet
with pre-cum, between her thighs.  She bent slightly forward, grabbed
his cock and pressed his crown to her hole.  "It's all up to you now,
big boy."
	Toby slid into his classmate's mom and just about came.  Years
of adolescent fantasies came true with one deep, moist, anxious thrust.
He thought, 'I'm so fuckin' nervous.  I've wanted to fuck her for so
long.  I hope I don't do something that will make her laugh at me.  That
would be so humiliating!'  To his delight, because of his mental
anguish, he was able to forestall his ejaculation.  He got lost in his
own little world by enjoying the blind--standing from behind--fuck
strokes as he shoved into his number one MILF.
	"Dude!  That's my mom!" Lance said with mock irritation.
	"Of fuck!" Toby said--but he didn't stop fucking.
	"Mind if I join you?"
	"Uh  ...  join us?" Toby said, trying to hide from Lance behind
Anita's shoulder.
	"Of course you can," Anita said, answering for him.  "Your
bride's enjoying a fuck, so should you."
	With that, Lance slid his dick in his mother's pussy, right on
top of his classmate's cock.
	"Dude!  You're fuckin' your mom!"
	"So what?  So are you," Lance retaliated.
	"Awh fuck!  I'm cummin'.  Awh jeeze, dude, I wanted it to last
and now you've gone and  ... "
	"And what?"
	With an uncontrollable quiver, Toby stuttered in a whisper, "So
much better."
	"Better than what?"
	"Better than my dreams."
	"Glad I could help," Lance said as he felt Toby's cum try to
drown his own cock in jism.  How you doin', Mom?"
	"Close," Anita breathed heavily.
	"Keep pumping, Toby.  I don't care how sensitive it is.  Mom's
about to climax."
	Anita reached behind her, grabbed Toby's buttocks and shoved him
as hard as she could up into her pussy.  "Now!" Anita shouted.
	Lance yanked his cock out, knowing the motion would add stimulus
to her G-spot.  Just as quickly, he knelt and began shoving his tongue
up her quim.  It was a tight fit next to Toby's still jerking cock but
he liked the feeling.
	"What the fuck?"  Toby cried out.  When he looked over Anita's
shoulder and figured out what was going on, he began having another
orgasm weaker but, nonetheless, an orgasm.  "Fuckin' nasty, Lance.
That's just fuckin' filthy nasty.  I love you dude!"
	It was through half-closed eye slits that Toby saw Major
Campbell toss Sharon on her side, lift her left leg onto his shoulder
and fuck her slant-eyed style.  If he didn't know Sharon personally,
Toby would have sworn he was watching a porno DVD on TV.
	When The Major was finished fucking his daughter, Trevor asked,
"Who's ready to dance?"
	Although the crowd was entertained by watching the bride and the
mother of the groom being fucked, they were eager to get "more involved"
themselves.  A roar of approval arose.
	The DJ, a family member, pointed to the various erections and said,
"From the looks of all those antennas sticking up in the air, we need to
begin with the 'Bunny Hump'."
	"Bunny Hump," Toby said.  "Doesn't he mean the 'Bunny Hop'?"
	"Not with this family," Lance said.
	"Oh yeah, I forgot," Toby said with a shrug as Lance pressed his
way into the dance line.
	It only took a minute for everyone to get into place.  For the
most part, they were lined up--fronts to backs--in boy/girl succession
but occasionally their were same gender pairings.  When the music
started, everyone pressed their crotches to the butts of the person in
front of them and begin humping to the rhythm.  The line didn't move in
the usual progression around the dance floor but everyone had a good
time.  Some butts had pre-cum on them by the time the song ended.
Others had spent jism dripping along their cracks.
	Are you guys ready for "Baby Elephant Walk?"
	"Woo hoo!" the guys shouted.
	"Yeah!" the women said as they stepped off the dance floor.
	"What?" Toby asked Anita, since Lance had decided to join the
Bunny Hump dancers.
	"Don't know but it looks like guys only.  Get out there."  With
that, she pushed Toby onto the dance floor.
	"Stick with me.  I'll protect you," Randy said impishly.
	"Thanks, Squirt.  It's nice to know I've got friends in high
places."
	"And don't you forget it."
	"At a wedding, nothin' trumps Maid of Honor," Toby said, gently
touching the lipstick on Randy's mouth--the makeup being the only
remnants of Randy having been in drag.
	"Bride trumps all," Randy said.
	"Bride 'humps' all from what I've seen," Toby said.
	"For this dance, you reach back between your legs and grab the
dick of the guy behind you," Trevor announced to the twenty percent of
new participants.
	"No way!" Toby recoiled.
	"Dude!  You fucked my mom!" Randy grinned.
	Toby looked in Anita's direction and she motioned for him to
listen to Randy.
	"Reach between your legs and grab a hold of me.  At least that
way it'll be someone you know."
	The men formed a long line with the younger boys taking their
places at the end of the train.  As the music started, the men began to
slowly sway, side-to-side, like lumbering elephants and moving forward
at the same time.  In their bent-over positions, Toby felt Randy's
breath caressing his back so he knew the guy in front of him was feeling
the same sensation. Just about then, Mrs. Campbell announced, "Anyone
who loses their grip on the cock they're holding has to pay the
consequences."
	Toby squeezed Randy's cock with a death grip.  He didn't know
what the "consequences" were but from what he had seen so far, he
wasn't willing to leave anything to chance.  He felt the guy holding
HIS dick tighten his grip, too.
	The music played on and small girls and boys were placed on the
backs of their daddies or older brothers.  The guys had to crane their
necks to look away or their noses would be right in their little ass
cracks.  Toby was surprised when a naked little girl was put on his back
and she began frolicking like the rest of the kids enjoying their
"elephant" ride.  Toby fretted silently, 'Don't pee on me, little girl.
Please, don't pee on me.'  He relaxed his grip on Randy's cock but he
remembered to hold on, fearful of what 'paying the consequences' meant.
	Just moments before the music came to a stop, Randy deliberately
pulled away from Toby's hand.
	Once the girl was gently lifted off, Toby turned to Randy and
said, "Dude, why'd ya do that?"
	"Anyone who let go," Mrs. Campbell said, "gets to apologize by
sucking the guy's dick."
	"Fuck that shit!" Toby grumbled under his breath.
	"Anyone with an aversion to sucking cock can be ear-marked for
the sandbox, later."
	Rightfully, Toby's first thought was, 'I know what cocksucking
is.  I don't know what this freaky family will do with a sandbox.'
Then he thought of a cat's litter box and he made his decision.
Looking at Randy with dagger eyes, Toby dropped to his knees.
	The impish grin on Randy's face told it all--except Randy DIDN'T
know.  He just figured it would be fun to find out.
	"You knew about this all along didn't you?  You're gonna pay for
this, Squirt.  I don't know how or when but I'm gonna make you pay."
Even so, Toby stuck out his tongue. Randy placed his limp dick on
Toby's tongue and said, "Suck means suck."
	Toby sucked.  Having never had a dick in his mouth before, he
wasn't any kind of an expert.  Even so, his own natural inquisitiveness
forced him to "test" the textures and savor the flavors.  In so doing,
he brought Randy to full erection.  Toby didn't try to deep throat nor
did Randy try to make him.  Both seemed to know that this was just for
fun.
	About two minutes later, just as Toby began wondering how long he
was going to be expected to suck Randy, The Major asked, "Who's ready for
the Chicken Dance?
	Lance's friends groaned at the tired old wedding standard but
Sharon's friends roared their approval.  That's when Lance's friends
realized they had better prepare themselves for yet another surprise.
	"Pair up," Trevor announced, gladly sharing the MC duties with
The Major.  "For the Wilson-family friends that means find a nice pair of
tits or a plump set of butt cheeks cuz that's how you're gonna choke
your chicken."
	Toby looked around for Anita only to discover someone had already
claimed her--front AND back.  Since there were a lot of girls with
little or no breasts to speak of, many of the men were pairing up with
young boy butts.  The young boys didn't mind because their dicks were,
for the most part, not big enough for this dance anyway.  At the last
minute, a beautiful, full-bosomed girl of about eighteen tapped Toby on
the shoulder.  Unable to believe his good fortune, he had to look down to
see if she had a dick.
	When the music began, the men and women went through a modified
version of the chicken dance.  One major difference was, they had their
cocks wrapped "hot dog bun" style between their partners' butts or
breasts.  When they got to the part where you flapped your "wings" or
wiggled your "tail feathers," the women squeezed their tits together to
tighten their cleavage around the "resident" dick.  The younger girls
and boys used their hands to press their butt cheeks together around
the "chicken dog" while they shimmied their ass.
	It was impossible to keep time to the song and try to fuck the
flesh, too, but everyone had a fun time with the tired old song, anyway.
	When the song ended, someone clinked their glass.  Everyone
looked at the dais to see that it was Lance.  "Time for my best man to
prove he's the best man."
	Before Sharon and Trevor could get into position, Randy walked
up and whispered in Sharon's ear.  With her back to the crowd, she handed
Randy a condom and he put it on Trevor's cock--again using his mouth.
While he was doing that, she spoke quietly to Trevor.  He nodded his
consent.  Then he laid on the table on his back.
	Using a chair as a stepstool, Randy climbed up onto the table and
knelt between Trevor's thighs before helping to steady Sharon as she
climbed up to straddle her brother's waist.  She bent over and kissed
the best man sweetly.  Randy reached between Sharon's splayed thighs,
gripped Trevor's cock and pressed it to Sharon's pussy.  Sharon
descended onto the first "brother" cock of her life.  As far as she was
concerned, they were--in their own minds, both virgins--at least to
each other.
	Once in place, Randy pressed his cock into Sharon's asshole.  He
used one long slow stroke to bore into her.  Then Sharon began a slow
humping motion until she was able to lift her hips enough to give
Trevor room to pump.  Once he started his up and down, in and out fuck,
Randy began fucking her ass.  With superhuman strength, Sharon held her
position with statue-like precision.
	"Oh man," and "Awh fuck, that's sweet," among other similar
accolades rippled through the room.  Everyone had their eyes on the
mating trio, so not many saw The Major sink to his knees to engulf
Lance's cock.  They didn't see Grace Campbell sucking Geoff or even
Tommy with his head in Anita's lap.
	"I've always wanted to do this," Tommy warned, "so if I get too
aggressive, tell me, okay?  I know we fucked like rabbits when I came
over but I've always wanted to muff-dive you."
	Anita smiled.  "What do you mean, always?  We only met a few
months ago."
	"From the first time I saw you drop Randy off in kindergarten."
	"Really?" Anita said as she gently rested both hands on the back
of Tommy's head.  "That's so sweet."  She spread her thighs wider to
give her younger son's BFF  easier access.  'I wonder how many mothers
go through life not knowing their son's friends are secretly in love
with them--sexually, anyway.  They could be getting so much more action
if they did--AND had an understanding husband like Geoff!'
	Tommy, at fifteen, was better at muff diving than anyone she had
had so far.  That included Geoff, Sharon, her own two sons and several
of Sharon's brothers.  All the while, Tommy was gripping his cock and
balls with his right hand to keep from cumming and searching for
Anita's G-spot with his left middle finger.
	"There, dear," Anita crooned.  "You found it.  Right there
honey."
	Once he found it, he wet his left thumb and began rubbing her
clit at the same time.  Anita's hips came up off the chair with
excitement for the triple--finger, thumb, tongue--stimuli.  She had
multiple orgasms over the next few minutes until she had to push
Tommy's face away or faint.
	"Thanks, Mrs. Wilson," Tommy said, sitting up and wiping his lips
with the back of his hand.  He held his balls down with one hand and
began jerking his hard-on with the other.
	"Oh no you don't," Anita said pushing his hand away from his cock
and dropping her head into his lap to give him a blowjob.
	Even so, Tommy kept a firm grip on his balls, like a ball
stretcher, to help forestall cumming too soon.
	Over the PA system, the crowd heard Lance announce, "Can we have
the caterers out here please?"  Then, pointing to Devon, Sharon's
twelve-year-old brother, the one they call 'Doorstop,' he said, "Go in
the kitchen and get them, will you brother?"
	Devon beamed with pride at being referred to for the first time
by Lance as 'brother.'  He leapt up, pushed open one of the double doors
and yelled, "Hey people!  Lance wants you out here!"
	Making it sound like the voice of God talking, Lance droned into
the microphone, "Very tactful, Doorstop."
	Devon smiled impishly.
	Once the servers were lined up along the wall just outside the
swinging double doors of the kitchen, Trevor said, "Smile!  This isn't
a firing squad."
	A couple of guys smiled while the majority of the females
avoided eye contact with any genital parts--male OR female.  All of
them, females included, stood with their hands cupped in front of their
crotches so you couldn't really tell if the boys were horny or not.
	"As you know," Trevor continued while standing stark naked in
front of them--except for his bowtie--"Your company was chosen very
carefully.  Mr. Tarpov is a friend of the family, so  ...  if you want
...  and it's not mandatory  ...  you can get undressed and join us."
	"Uh  ... " Chad, the headwaiter, said, "we still have stuff in
the kitchen we're supposed to  ... "
	"That's why you're invited to get undressed," Trevor said.
	With a knowing smile, Chad said, "Count me in!"  With frat boy
precision Chad got naked.  His shirt and T-shirt came off over his
head in one movement.  During the same time, he toed out of his shoes.
His trousers and underpants came down and, somehow, he was able to
remove his socks in the same motion.
	Two of the girls and several of the other male servers began to
undress.  As soon as Chad knew who wouldn't be 'participating,' he
pointed to them and said, "bring out the rest of the stuff and pass it
around."
	The "non-participants" brought out busboy tubs, each loaded with
an assortment of squeeze bottles including chocolate and strawberry
syrups, mustard, ketchup and aerosol cans of whipped cream.
	Seeing increased excitement in the eyes of a few of the female
servers who had chosen not to participate, Chad encouraged, "C'mon.
Join us.  You don't have to do any anything you don't want to."
	"I have to warn everyone," Trevor announced.  "The floor is gonna
get very slippery so, if you have a bad hip or weak knees, you might want
to lie down on the floor right now."
	Juan Raphael called out, "Mema!  Mema!"
	"Here, little one," a grandmotherly looking woman called out.
	Juan ran up and hugged the woman--his face nearly level with her
pussy.
	"Grandma's right here," she comforted.
	Juan looked up past her pendulous breasts, into her eyes and
asked, "Did you see?  I did it!"
	"Help Mema get down on the floor, little one."
	"Can I eat you now?"
	"First you have to spray me with your whipped cream," she said,
eyeing the aerosol can in his hand.
	"Si.  Si.  I lick you good, Mema."
	"I know you will, little one."
	With that, Juan squirted whipped cream on his grandmother's pussy
and began licking it off.
	Everyone else joined in by squirting anyone and everyone
indiscriminately.  People were covered in both chocolate and mustard or
whipped cream and ketchup and every other combination.  Once the
bottles were empty, everyone began licking it off--one lick of this
person, one lick of that person, one tit, one cock, one ass crack, even
armpits.
	For all their effort, the bodies never got completely clean.
	"Chad," The Major said, "would you collect up all the shoes, pair
them up and ..."
	"Yes, sir, I have the instructions printed out, back in the
kitchen.  You know, sir, when I first read them, I thought your wife must
have mixed up two different lists.  I'm guessing now, I was wrong."
	"Add your shoes into the mix if you want to join us.  I know a
couple of my sons have their eyes on you."
	"Thank you sir," Chad said as he went to the kitchen to get the
coworkers who were still clothed to help him.
	"In the meantime," The Major said, "Who goes to the sandbox?"
	Three guys who didn't want to suck the dick of the guy they let
go of during the 'elephant walk' raised their hands.
	"Oh come on.  We need more than that!" The Major chided.  "A few
women, maybe?"
	In short order, there were a dozen participants.  Chad, after
getting his workers started on the 'shoe game' process, dragged out an
inflatable kiddie pool with a thin layer of sand in it.


To be continued.

My apologies for any mistakes.  My life partner of 38 1/2 years died
Feb 22 and he always did the "final" screen edits for my stories.
jockhunger@yahoo.com