Date: Thu, 22 Oct 2009 21:56:03 -0700 (PDT)
From: Yalc 48 <yalc48@yahoo.com>
Subject: Working Family's Stimulus Package #2

Working Family's Stimulus Package #2
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Yalc48@yahoo.com

Bi Incest Adult Youth ( MMb )  ws

If you are not supposed to be reading this story...then please
don't...please practice safe sex. This story is a total fantasy. Thanks to
all the authors on Nifty who have stimulated me into attempting to join
their ranks as an author.  Your reactions have been and will be
appreciated.  Flames gleefully ignored.


Sure enough, Dad was the first to awaken to the aroma of sexual juices
permeating the family room.  He didn't know if the musky, sexual molecules
were coming from his wife's still steaming pussy, his neighbor DeWayne's
cum-soaked cock, or perhaps the combination of his daughter's drippings and
his son's combo cock-and-pussy breath.  He was in his recliner enjoying
sniffing and pondering the orgiastic scene that had created the smells only
a few hours earlier.  The "Stimulus Package" was working its wonders and
Dad's fat 8-incher was springing upward.

As he folded his recliner and stood to stretch, Dad realized he was still a
bit buzzed from the beers he had downed between all the pussy munching he
had done earlier to his wife, his daughter and DeWayne's daughter Nadine.
As he stood, his boner bounced in front of him, but his bladder screamed to
be emptied.  He knew exactly what to do.

Being careful not to disturb anyone else in their sexually exhausted
slumber, Dad nudged DeWayne and motioned to follow him to the bathroom.  A
big grin emerged across DeWayne's sleepy but happy face.  He licked his
sexy thick lips with his hot pink tongue, slowly struggled to get up off
the floor where he had been sleeping, and followed Dad to the bathroom.

I heard them stirring and knew exactly what was getting ready to go down.
Dad and DeWayne were piss lovers par excellence!  None of the rest of us
had acquired a taste for the perversion, but Dad and DeWayne were genuine
gourmet piss pigs.  "Hey Dad.  Can I watch?"

"Sure Chad" Dad whispered as he motioned to me to follow them.

I jumped up and followed them both to the bathroom.  Without saying a word,
DeWayne squatted on the floor of the shower stall, back against the wall,
still grinning his beautiful white-toothed grin.  Dad grabbed a large 32
ounce red plastic cup he had saved from one of the local convenience
stores, and stepped into the shower stall with DeWayne.  He left the shower
stall door open so I could watch.

Dad had to relax and concentrate just a moment to get his hard-on to
diminish enough so he could pee.  DeWayne's anticipation of the golden
stream soon to spew on him had his boner pointing true north and his mouth
salivating for the salty liquid soon to be his.  Dad aimed his fat 8-incher
toward DeWayne and soon the stream started to flow.  Not just flow, gush!
Dad's piss stream was thick just like his cock.  I guess it was because his
piss slit was so large, and his bladder was so swollen with beer, that it
gushed out like a fire hose.

The stream soaked DeWayne's beautiful muscular pecs and sparkled down
across his black six-pack to his curly pubic bush.  He used his big right
hand to swirl and spread the warm golden liquid all over his chest,
fingered his nipples slick with piss, and leaned forward slightly with his
pink tongue protruding, indicating to Dad that he wanted to swill straight
from the spigot.

I watched as Dad immediately laid his streaming hose on DeWayne's tongue
and allowed his piss stream to splash inside DeWayne's mouth.  Some of it
drooled out of his mouth down to his chest, and then he closed his erotic
lips around Dad's hose and swallowed several huge gulps.  As he expressed
his savory satisfaction with a broad smile, more piss dribbled through his
teeth, out of his mouth and down his chin.

Dad's bladder must have contained at least a gallon of urine.  His stream
showed no sign of letting up, but Dad sensed it wouldn't last forever and
he positioned his cock in the red plastic cup.  Within seconds the bubbly
liquid had filled the cup to the top, soaking Dad's cock in his own warm
piss.  He pulled his semi-soft and piss soaked dick out of the liquid and
allowed DeWayne to take it into his mouth and hold it there.  This allowed
DeWayne to reap the reward of sucking Dad's drenched dick and at the same
time return Dad's dick to its full hardness.

I had never confessed to an interest in water sports, although many times I
had lay in the bathtub by myself and pissed on my nicely developing hairy
teen chest, pecs and abs.  I had secretly enjoyed the warmth and debauchery
of it, although the couple of times I had hit my mouth with my yellow
stream I wasn't real crazy about the taste.  They say the brain is a man's
largest sex organ, and my brain just hadn't been that into piss play...  at
least until now.  Dad and DeWayne seemed to be off in a strange new world
of eroticism I had never experienced.  I couldn't take my eyes off them, or
suppress the boner I had sprung.

DeWayne stood up facing Dad with his 10 incher gouging Dad in his groin and
his massive pecs and piss soaked nipples right at Dad's eye level.  Dad's
tongue was soon sliding around DeWayne's areolas and slurping his own piss
from DeWayne's pecs.  Dad stepped back a half-step and poured some of his
warm piss from the red cup on his own hairy chest.  DeWayne's tongue
instantly pressed against Dad's pecs and greedily slurped each golden drop.
Dad poured more warm pungent piss on DeWayne's boner then lovingly licked
it off, gently sucking to ensure a completely clean cock.  DeWayne borrowed
the red cup and sipped a mouthful of golden fun and then kissed Dad's open
mouth, drooling the prized piss over Dad's protruding tongue.  They pressed
their chests and groins together and Dad dripped more liquid from the red
cup, allowing them to rub their piss-lubricated bodies together in an
erotic display of debauchery.  I was in awe!

I never imagined such enjoyment could be had from a cup of piss.  To think
of all the gallons of golden streams, not to mention C-store cups, I had
wasted over the years when I could have been using this valuable resource
for erotic pleasures.  Maybe some day, I might even acquire a taste for the
stuff, but right now, with Dad and DeWayne in piss heaven before me, I
simply had to piss and piss bad.

I stepped into the shower with the two piss sluts, proudly held out my 9
inch teen boner, and tried to pee.  Dad could tell I wasn't relaxed enough
to "go" so he poured the remaining few ounces of his warm liquid treasure
over my pubes, my cock, and my hand that was holding it.  The wonderful
warm feeling of my father's piss relaxed my boner just enough to start
peeing right in between my two new piss-play partners and I was shocked to
see how quickly they both dropped to their knees and held their mouths wide
open to receive my teen pee.  First DeWayne gulped and swallowed, then Dad.
I had enough pee for them to trade their piss-receiving-positions several
times, all the while jacking their cocks to heighten the savory sensations
in their mouths.  Even though they both swallowed most of it, both their
chests and pubic bushes were soaked in my urine.  As my stream diminished,
they leaned toward each other to rub their wet cocks and bellies together.
As they squeezed against each other, I didn't want to be left out.  They
kissed and tongued each other's piss soaked mouths and I jammed my teen rod
in between their hot wet lips.  They held perfectly still, allowing me to
fuck the hot steamy space between four wet man lips.  I hunched and hunched
as their mutual lips peeled my foreskin back and forth.

When they both, as if on cue, held their tongues pressed hard against each
side of my cock, I could look down and see my mushroom head rubbing back
and forth between their tongues.  It sent me into the stratosphere and my
teen cum gushed forth.  Most of it was captured on DeWayne's plump and
erotic lips but Dad wasted no time in slurping the cum from DeWayne's lips
into his own greedy mouth.

My knees were about to fold from the exhausting excitement, so I leaned
back against the shower wall and gently stroked my cock to a soft-landing,
smearing some remnants of my cum around my corona ever so gently.  As I
watched the two erotic, uninhibited manimals exchange tongues of my teen
cream, I could only conclude: this was a whole new Stimulus Package that I
was going to want again and again!