Date: Wed, 21 Sep 2005 12:12:44 -0400
From: Michael Knight <knightrider1987@cox.net>
Subject: Surprise Visit From The Smut King

I would like to tell you about something that happened a long, long time
ago.  When I remember that night I still get so hard I have to reach down
and rub myself and feel it all over again.

I had a very strange childhood in some ways. I was always touching myself.
I can't remember a time when I wasn't easily aroused.

I once initiated an all out, naked orgy with six girls and one other guy
when I was only about eight.  My grandparents were at work and we snuck
into their house.  The girls were around the same age as me.  The other boy
(the brother of the girl I was really interested in) was about 14.  We all
spent time exploring each other.  I got to lick all of their bald
pussies. My favorite part was when the girl I liked and I climbed into the
top bunk of my bunk-beds and rubbed against each other.  Just rolling
around naked.  We didn't know what to do besides that.

I had my first wet orgasm very early (around 11). Around this same time I
was able to find a few friends who were willing to jerk off together, but
not much else.

The first reason that I was so sexually precocious was that my Father and
Mother were both very casual about nudity around the house. I can recall
sitting in the bathroom with my Mother when I was little while she took a
bath. She had very round, fat tits.  She had huge, dark pink nipples. The
kind that cover almost the entire end of a woman's breast.  Her pussy was
very puffy and covered in thick, black hair.  I would sit on the toilet and
make casual conversation while I pretended not to look at her body.  Also,
my Father would walk naked from the bathroom to their bedroom every morning
after his shower. His cock and balls would be just hanging there in front
of me and it looked huge at the time.  I hadn't even really thought about
how my own would grow in a few years. But, I do remember watching it swing
back and forth as he walked. There were even a couple of times when it
stuck out red and semi-hard as he walked past my room.

That alone was not enough to really get me thinking sexual thoughts. The
main reason that I understood from an early age about what people were up
to in bed, was that my Father was a serious smut-collector. Nowadays, you
can find hard-core porno on the Internet, in neighborhood video stores,
even in some convenience stores. But, back in those days you really had to
make an effort. I am not even sure how he got hooked on the porno thing or
how long it had taken him to amass such a collection. All I know, is that
when I first started finding his stashes I was hooked too. It was such an
amazing rush to see pictures and read stories that could make you so horny!
I think now, as I look back that he was doing it on purpose.

Because, at first, all I found were very early issues of Playboy magazine
(we're talking early 60's here) no vaginas, no pubic hair.  There were
books of photographic nude studies-very tame. Over time, however, I began
to find Penthouse, Gallery, much more graphic stuff. By then I could read
and there were suddenly books of letters, hardcore novels, and books from
Sweden with words I couldn't understand, but pictures that I could.
Mothers licking their little girls' pussies, fathers with their cocks deep
in mom's hairy slit while the daughter sucked on mom's nipples...It was
amazing.

Photos of men and women licking up white, sticky sauce or having their
mouths wrapped around a hard prick while it was squirting. There was even a
story about a woman who drank her two sons' cum after they finished fucking
her in the ass and pussy at the same time. I will tell you as soon as I
started to shoot off I tried licking it off my hand and that became a
regular part of my nightly routine.

Since I was an only child at that time, I was on my own a lot. I would
usually start searching for new thrills as soon as the last batch of books
and magazines had lost its zing. And as often as I was jerking off, it
usually didn't take very long.

I would begin to search in the areas that I had found good stuff
before. Usually his dresser drawers, the cabinets in the master bathroom,
under piles of sheets in the linen closet, anywhere that I thought would be
a good, but not too difficult hiding place. Next, I would sneak whatever I
found into my room and wait for everyone to go to sleep. Finally, when I
saw that Mom and Dad's lights were out I would strip naked and take out my
latest treasures. My favorite position was on my knees, leaning against the
side of my bed. The book or magazine spread open in front of me.  I would
rub myself gently while I looked at or read the newest fantasy material.
Trying to keep myself from coming as long as I could.

The night that I want to tell you about I was thirteen. I had just found a
book that was supposed to be an academic text on the psychology of
bestiality. It was actually just a dodge to get around bans on publishing
incredible stories and pictures of people having sex with animals. The tone
was basically-"And you see here how the deviant mind of the bestialist
conceives sexuality."  Many of these same pictures from this exact book are
still on the internet.  A woman in a pointy bra sucking on the swollen, wet
cock of a grey, wolfhound.  A man jerking off on a woman's back while she
is fucked by a German Shepherd.  The best though was a really young girl
with a boy who looked like he was about my age.  She was on her knees and
he had his cock buried inside her.  His "dad" was standing beside them with
his cock in the boy's mouth.  The series progressed with them changing
positions and at one point the father lay on the floor, the son was sitting
on his cock while the sister sucked down her brother's hot cum.  The
illustrations were full color photos and all of the picture credits
referred to other books published in foreign countries. This was some of
the hottest animals/incest stuff I had ever seen!

I would come many times a night just like this, wrapping my index finger
and thumb tightly around the shaft.  I found out that the longer I made
myself hold out like that; when I finally did squirt, it was usually much
more than if I let myself come right away. As I kneeled beside the bed that
night I had to stop myself a lot. The pictures in this book were
fantastic. I was concentrating really hard on not coming while I watched
the man and woman in their thirties having sex with a German Shepherd while
the boy and girl around my age watched. Once the dog had shoved his big,
slippery, prick into the woman's wet pussy I had to slow down.  After the
dog came and they were able to pull him out of the woman. The young girl
laid down between her legs and started licking up the dog's cum.  The man
and the boy were kneeling beside the woman and rubbing their cocks on her
tits.

As I said, I was really concentrating hard on not shooting off yet. That's
probably why I didn't notice that I had an audience. There was a bathroom
off of the master bedroom and so I didn't worry too much about being caught
by someone walking past my room to the bathroom in the hall during the
night.

There was no one living there except my parents and me. But maybe it wasn't
a trip to the bathroom that had brought my Father down the hall anyway. At
first I just felt that tingling sensation that kids seem to get when they
know that they are caught by a parent doing something that they will get in
trouble for. I turned my head towards the door and saw my Dad. From where
he was standing he could see me in profile.  My pajama pants around my
ankles and my dick swollen and dripping.  One of his own porno books spread
open in front of me. I looked at his face to see just how mad he was and
how much trouble I was in, but, what I saw was the bulge under the brown
bathrobe he was wearing.  He reached down and pulled the belt open.  His
robe parted and he drew his cock out and hefted it in his hand.  The head
was dark purple and a drop of fluid was building up at the tip as he pumped
it. I started to see that he wasn't mad and looked like he could start
shooting off on my rug at any moment.

Finally he spoke, "That is one of my favorite books. Do you like it?"

I had trouble finding my voice, but finally I said. "Yes, there are some
really hot pictures in here."

He moved closer and kneeled down beside me next to the bed. "Do you want to
do this together?" he asked.

I felt incredibly nervous. I had read all of these stories about kids and
their parents in his books and magazines, but, I never thought about what I
would do if something like that really happened. "It's okay," I said. He
gently cupped my balls and slid his hand up the underside of my dick.  I
was watching him slide his fingers up and down his own cock and spreading
the juices around.

Finally I knew that I couldn't hold on to it any longer. I had already made
myself stop three or four times before he came into the room. "Dad," I
gasped, "I'm gonna squirt!" He ducked his head down and took it into his
mouth.  He tugged gently at my balls and took me all the way down his
throat.  It felt like I was going to shoot off forever. I just kept pumping
it out with each stroke. Finally it ended. I sank down onto my butt on the
rug feeling totally exhausted.

While I had been coming in his mouth he had been jerking on his big, hard
dick.  I was laying there on the floor under him and I watched his come
start to spray out just like mine. Each pump was another spurt of his
juice. I felt it splashing onto my stomach, my cock, and my legs. I never
dreamed that there would be so much! He kept coming on me for a long
time. I felt each hot splash and watched his prick keep jerking as he shot
off until he stopped.

He sank down onto the floor beside me and tried to catch his breath. I
didn't know what to say, I was still sort of in shock over what I had just
seen. Then as we sat there I remembered how good it felt to come in his
mouth and I could feel my little prick stirring up again. His come was
running down into the crack of my ass at this point.

"Wow, " he said. "I sure wish I was your age again. He rubbed the come over
my hardening cock and even spread some down into my asshole.

"I do this a lot," I told him. "It just seems to never get enough."

"I bet I know what we can do with that next load. If you aren't too tired."
He said. "Do you think you would like to try something different than just
dreaming?"

"I guess so," I said. "Do you mean things like in the magazines?"

"Follow me." He said. "I have a great idea."

We walked down the hall to my parents' bedroom. Dad put his hand on my
shoulder and motioned for me to stay in the doorway and keep very quiet. He
slipped off his robe and gently slipped back into the bed beside my
Mother. In the dim light from the hall I could see him pull her towards
him.  She was so wet that she was glistening and I saw him reach around and
spread her pussy open. His right hand held her pussy open and stroked her
clit.  It was huge, and swollen.

Mom reached down and pulled on Dad's hard-on while he slid a finger in and
out of her wetness. He was making a steady back and forth motion. He
beckoned me over and I came and stood behind my Mother's back. I was on
fire and didn't know exactly what he wanted me to do.  He took his other
hand and pulled me by my hard cock.  He licked his palm and rubbed my dick
with it.  He rolled mom over and slid his cock into her tight, pink pussy.
Then he pulled me closer.  He took both of his hands and spread the cheeks
of her ass.  I had seen this in some of the books so I knew that this was
another hole I could put my cock into.

I put my mouth on her asshole and started licking.  She pushed towards him
harder and looked over her shoulder to see what the new sensation was. I
was licking her asshole as my father pumped his cock in and out of her
pussy.  She was so wet I started licking her pussy and her ass.  I was also
licking my father's cock as it slid in and out of her.

My father reached around again and felt my spit all around her puckered
asshole. He pushed his middle finger into her as deep as it would go.  I
knew then what he wanted me to do. I took my hard cock and put it right at
her little butthole and pushed.  I must have gone too fast because Mom let
out a little yell.  I said, "Sorry, Mom."  She reached around me and
grabbed my ass and smiled.  She pushed me deeped inside and said "It's okay
baby."

I had never felt anything so good. I could feel Dad's cock rubbing against
the base of mine on the other side.  We slid in and out of mom.  Kissing
her face and playing with her big, boobs.  Sometimes both of us were all of
the way inside her at once and she would let out these low moans. I could
feel dad start to get even bigger.  I pulled out and pushed mom's legs
apart.  I took my Father's red, swollen dick in my mouth as he started
spraying his come.  I swallowed most of it and then licked up what had
fallen onto my mother's pussy.  She felt my tongue on her clit and came in
my face.  I was so tired, but my cock was throbbing.  I laid on my back and
my mom and dad shared my cock licking and jerking me until I squirted on
their faces.  They licked me clean and we all slept.  Cuddled up together
all night long.

This was only the first family experience that we had, and during that same
wild year I had a lot of fun with one of my friends and his sister...I will
be telling you more later.

Thanks for reading my story-