Date: Fri, 10 Nov 2000 18:48:51 GMT
From: Philip Burbidge <philip255@hotmail.com>
Subject: The English Boy 23 (Incest M/t)

This is, ostensibly, the story of the sexual relationship between teenage
boys and their fathers, other members of their families and itinerant horny
adults. It is, in fact, an adult's fantasy looking back to a mythical past
where he finds emotional and sexual satisfaction between his father's legs
and those of most of his male relatives. It graphically describes sexual
acts between family members, which are pure invention - though grounded in
personal experience and wishful-thinking. It is an adult's story for
adults.
  The 'boys' included in the story throughout are 'disguised' adults
(i.e. me!) who fantasise about regressing to our early teens with what we
know now! It comes, therefore, with all the usual warnings.  It is not the
author's intention to incite or commend incest or sex with minors.  So if
such material is likely to offend your sensibilities, is illegal where you
live, or you are yourself under age, do not read further. I welcome
comments, observations and suggestions to which I will gladly reply,
especially from those who have similar tastes. Thanks to all who have sent
messages, particularly the loyal band who offer their thoughts and comments
as each new chapter appears.

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Chapter 23 'Admitted into Holy Orgies'

The encounters with the two priests had somewhat thrown my father's plans
out of kilter.  But just two days before we flew off to the Middle East for
our 'research trip', he decided to capitalise on the new developments and
organise an introductory incest orgy for them.  On Thursday evening,
Fathers Hugh and Padraig arrived on time and full of nervous horny
anticipation, their cocks throbbing under their cassocks.  They were
politely received by my grandfather and shown upstairs into the master
bedroom which was commonly called 'the orgy room' or 'the family fuck
room'.  There, my father introduced them to my uncle Mark and Geoff and his
two sons, Justin and Jason.  Justin was nearly fourteen and Jason two years
his junior.  Since they and their dad had moved in with us we had got to
'know' each other pretty well and Geoff's 8" thick cock had become one of
my favourite itching posts for satisfying that unquenchable itch in my
tight velvet boy- cunt.  He was also an accomplished pornographer,
producing some brilliantly edited films of our incest orgies that were
proving highly popular on the market.

Hugh and Padraig were invited to sit on a large couch facing the huge
Georgian four- poster bed.  Granddad and Mark joined them.  Meanwhile, my
dad stood behind me, our backs to the bed just a meter or so in front of
the audience.  Geoff stood beside us with an arm around each of his sons,
also facing our guests.  They were then given a close up demonstration of
'father molesting sons'.  The two dads slowly and lasciviously groped and
fondled their boys, showing the audience that we all had stiff little
boy-pricks imprisoned in our school trousers.  They proceeded to strip us,
removing our jackets, shirts and ties before turning their attentions to
our nether regions.  Our trousers were allowed to fall to the floor, our
shoes having been removed before hand.  We boys stood in front of our
daddies as they slipped their big, hairy hands into our underwear and
fondled our smooth little cocks and balls and bubble butts while they
ground their crotches into our backs.  The two priests began masturbating
themselves under their cassocks, breathing heavily.  Eventually, our
daddies pulled down our pants and exposed our cocklets to their priestly
gaze.  Granddad and Uncle Mark were also getting very turned on watching
the proceedings and seeing how horny it was making the priests.  My dad
wanked my prick ostentatiously in the priests' direction while gently
pulling on my tight hairless nuts.  I glanced to my left and saw that Geoff
was wanking both his sons, a stiff boy-cock in each hand.

On a sign from dad, we boys were turned round and the audience given a
perfect view of our arses.  Our cheeks were parted for their inspection and
boy-pussies exposed for their perverted gratification.

"I gonna fuck the shit out of that youngster's boy-cunt!" I heard granddad
growl, but I don't know to which of us three boys the old lecher was
referring.

"You'll each get a chance to sample the goods, shortly," replied my dad,
"Just enjoy the sight of a couple of hard horny daddies fondling their
sons!"

He then pushed me to my knees thrusting his crotch into my face.  I took
the cue and chewed on his dick through the trousers of his business suit -
it was already rock-hard.  Slowly and deliberately, I slid down the zip and
pulled out his prick, wrapping my hand round it and licking the wet head.
I made an exaggerated display of stroking and sucking my father's meat for
the delectation of the audience and glanced round briefly to see Justin and
Jason engaged in a mock fight for possession of their father's magnificent
cock.

"Will you just look at that, Padraig.  Three sons gobbling their father's
pricks as if they were the sweetest things they'd ever tasted!" whispered
Father Hugh, awestruck.

"To be sure, they probably are!  It's filthy, disgusting, perverted and
delicious!  I've never seen anything so erotic in my life as boys swinging
on their fathers' penises.  Their real fathers' family fuck-meat!  Incest!
Real father-son incest!  The cocks that gave them life!" replied Padraig in
an ecstasy of erotic indignation and disbelief.

"I want to see them take their daddies' cocks up their tight little
boy-cunts.  I want to see them taste their dads' spunk!" said Hugh
urgently.

Dad lifted me up, turned me round and poised his cock at my arsehole.

"Well, Fathers, come and witness a dad shagging his son!"

They didn't need a second invitation.  They moved in on us three boys,
their cassocks rolled up and their cocks wrapped in their hands, dripping
anticipatory precum as they approached. All the men present ripped off
their clothes and advanced towards us masturbating their cocks.  Like an
army moving in for the assault, they made a semicircle around us
brandishing their pricks in our direction.  We boys were surrounded by a
thicket of hard man-cocks.

Dad lifted me on my back on the edge of the bed, and, prising my cheeks
apart placed his daddy-cock at the entrance to my arsehole and nudged it
suggestively several times, taunting me and exciting the priests.

"Daddy, please!  Don't torment me!  Push it all the way in!  Push the
fucker up me!" I begged, to no avail.

"Come round here and watch me shove it in - slowly!"  replied dad, "Watch
how a daddy gives his favourite son a meat injection!"

"Let me see!" said Hugh pushing forward.

The two priests craned over and watched fascinated as my father teased my
boy-cunt.  Father Hugh grabbed dad's dick round the thick shaft as if
guiding it inside me.

"The fucking things throbbing with lust!  Lust for his own son!" he sighed
as he gave it a gentle squeeze.  It jumped in his hand.

Not to be left out, Padraig cradled dad's big bollocks as they swung
between both our legs.  They both wanted to contribute to the son-shagging.
Dad pushed his cockhead just inside my arsehole and then withdrew it.  He
did this several times until I could bear it no longer.

"Run the fucker up me!" I squealed, thrashing my head from side to side,
"Just get the fucking thing up me and shag me, daddy, please!"

"D'ye hear that!" the little slut is begging his dad to fuck him!  Did you
ever hear of such a thing!" gasped Hugh, still clutching the family fuck
stick.

Granddad stepped forward, held my thrashing head in his firm hands and
thrust his big, mushroom-headed prick down my throat.  I sucked on it as if
my life depended on it to take my mind of the exquisite torment in my
bowels.  Dad pushed his hard, thick, glistening son-stretcher slowly up me.
Finger by finger, Hugh removed his hand, and took my own little stiff prick
in between his two fingers and thumb and slowly masturbated me.  Dad
continued to thrust in and out of my arse with slow, deep strokes so the
priests got the full effect.  They were beside themselves with lustful
crazed disbelief.

"Fucking Hell!" exclaimed Padraig, wanking his dick furiously, "He's taking
his dad up the arse and his granddad in his mouth!"

"A three generation incest fuck!" breathed Hugh, wanking equally hard.

The priests traced the the place where my dad's cock was sliding in and out
of my arse with their fingers, unable to comprehend what they were
witnessing.  A pretty, smooth young boy being forcefully fucked by his
father while sucking off his grandfather as hard as he could and loving
every moment of it.  I stretched out my hands and ran my finger across my
father's powerful chest and through his chest hair.  I located his nipples
and pinched them making his cock jump inside me.

"Oh, yes, you little slut!  You know how to get your daddy's juices
flowing, don't you?  Daddy's little cum-boy; his favourite cock-slave!" he
growled.

I pinched his nipples again to let him know I liked it when he talked
dirty.

"He likes to taste his granddad's spunk, too.  Don't you, cock-sucker?
Let's feed you some family cock, some good tasty granddad spunk!" added
granddad thrusting his hard meat in and out of my mouth.

Padraig and Hugh watched father bugger son for a few moments until they
managed to tear their eyes away to see what Geoff was up to with his boys.
Geoff had waited for the priest to get an eyeful of me and dad before
putting on his own performance.

"Would you two gentlemen care to hold my son down while I shove this hard
length of daddy-cock up his tight little arse?"  This was completely
unnecessary as Jason had taken to his father's dick like a duck to water,
but he knew it would excite the priests to think they were assisting in an
act of unsurpassed depravity and eroticism - in their very limited
experience.  Jason was placed on the bed beside me, his legs held high and
apart by his father.  Padraig greased Geoff's cock liberally with KY
wondering how such a small aperture could possibly cope with such a huge
blunt penis.  Hugh attended to Jason's arsehole, spreading copious amounts
of lubricant over and inside the tight, hairless twelve year old's rectum,
sliding first one finger up him and then another, to make sure he was
properly prepared to received his father's manhood.  The two priests
performed their tasks reverently as if preparing a bride for her husband in
some solemn, sacred ritual.  They were anointing father and son ready for
the consummation of their mutual unspeakable lust.

"I'm ready for you now, daddy.  Are you going to push your cock up me and
give me a good fucking?" he asked, the picture of innocent and beauty.
(But even in my state, with dad and granddad absentmindedly fucking my
mouth and arse while they watched Geoff, I could tell Jason was laying it
on just to excite the two horny men of the cloth!)

Padraig and Hugh held Jason down by the shoulders and each placed a hand
around Geoff's cock as he moved the thick, well-greased torpedo towards the
small boy's rectum.  It brushed the sides of his buttocks before it arrived
at its destination and pushed them apart.  Like a great battering ram about
to attack the great barbican portal, the father's cock swung forward: once,
twice, thrice and IN!  It breached his son's defences and entered his most
secret place.

A great moan blending agony with ecstasy escaped the boy's lips.  (I knew
that feeling so well and envied him that magical moment, feeling his
father's penis invade his very being.  That which he feared and desired
most was happening.)

Once again, the two priests gazed in wonder as the father's substantial
piece of incest- meat slid slowly but inexorably up his son's tight twelve
year old rectum.

"Yes, daddy, yes!  You're up me.  I can feel you.  I'm so full of cock I
can hardly breath!"  he squealed ecstatically, "Fill me full of daddy-cock.
I need it!  I need it!  Please give it to me, but not too hard!"

Jason was delirious with physical pleasure that bordered on the
unendurable.
  His whole body, like mine writhing next to him, was on fire, ignited by
8" of daddy-cock that was ploughing relentlessly in and out of his arsehole
and caressing his soul.

"There's my clever boy!" gloated Geoff, "He's taken all his dad's meat up
him.  Right up to my balls."  And he leaned back so that everyone could see
that his incest stick was buried up to his bollocks in his youngest son's
arse.  The thick, hard red-brown base of his cock contrasted with the
white, silken smoothness of Jason's groin, his father's thick bush of pubic
hair tickled his inner thighs.

When it was firmly buried inside and Jason was rhythmically moving
backwards and forwards on his father's cock, Justin jumped onto the bed,
knelt astride his brother and stuffed his hard five inch boy-cock down his
brother's throat.  The incest tableau was complete.

Hugh and Padraig stood back to take in the scene of dad/granddad/son and
dad/son/brother incest fuckers.  They each stretched out a hand and groped
the smooth genitals of the two young boys being fucked as they worked their
own meat.  Geoff then withdrew from Jason and offered his boy-cunt to
Padraig while he moved behind his eldest son and slid his dick up him -
just to show there was no favouritism.

"I don't know which of my sons' boy-cunts I like most.  They're both so
fucking tight and juicy!" he said nonchalanty, easing his cock up Justin's
arse.

Padraig got into his stride up Jason's boy-pussy.

"He sure is tight.  Tighter than young Philip's," he laughed as he fucked.
The two men watched each other fucking the two brothers as Jason continued
sucking Justin's cock.  I was slightly annoyed by this remark, but still
proud of the cocks I had taken.

The two brothers were then disengaged and Father Hugh replaced Geoff's cock
with his own inside Justin.  The boys were subject to a vigorous holy
shagging between the two priests.  Having watched the proceedings with some
amusement and done some discreet filming, Uncle Mark moved in on the scene.
He and granddad, who had withdrawn his prick from my throat, focused their
attention on Jason and Justin.  Lifting the two boys' heads by the hair,
they thrust their dripping dicks down their throats.  Thoughtfully, and to
my great satisfaction, Geoff's cock filled the vacancy in my mouth left by
granddad.  My dad continued with his paternal duty of giving me a good
shagging, occasionally slapping my arse and beaming approvingly at the way
the evening was progressing..

"Nothing like tight, young boy-cunts for getting the juices flowing, is
there, gentlemen?"  he commented, "Let's let them know who is in charge!"

His remark was greeted by breathless and gasping agreement from the five
other men present who were concentrating hard on their task of satisfying
their cocks while not shooting their loads too quickly.  My father
increased the pace and depth of his thrusting.

And so things continued for sometime with periodic swapping; the priests
changed places with Mark and granddad and dad swapped with Geoff to make
sure everyone got a taste of each boy-cunt.  Granddad eventually got his
turn up Jason's tight little hole and as he had the biggest cock with that
arrogant anvil head on it, he made the boy squawk as he thrust it in.

"Ha-ha!  It usually makes the little buggers chirp and I've fucked younger
and tighter boy-cunts than this.  But it will do nicely, very nicely
indeed!" crowed the sadistic old pervert.

Hugh and Padraig stopped to watch the great battering ram force its way up
the young boy's narrow Kyber Pass.  Meanwhile, I was preoccupied with Geoff
of whom I was particularly fond, and loved his thick hard, veiny cock when
it was pistoning in and out of my arsehole. Dad and he did a swap and I
felt his juicy 8", the same size and girth as my dad's cock, slide
deliciously up my back passage.  It was very pleasant but I wanted more! I
let him know this by bucking my hips and clamping my arse muscles around
his cock, thus inviting him to fuck me harder.  He smile and winked.

"So you want more cock do you?  You want it harder, do you, my naughty
little spunk- loving cock-slave?  Well, here goes.  Take my man-meat like a
good and dutiful cock- son!"

He plunged his cock as deep inside me as it would go and got down to some
serious fucking.  I yelped and clawed at his hairy chest and pinched his
nipples.  That made him pound my arsehole even harder.  My dad, enjoying
the spectacle of his son being well and truly buggered, thrust his cock
down my throat.  Out of the corner of my eye, I could just make out Jason,
being well shagged by Fathers Padraig and Hugh.  He turned to watch his
father fuck me vigorously.  It turned all us boys on, shagging with our
daddies and watching our daddies in action.  Nothing tastes better than
daddy-cock and daddy- spunk.  Incest is best!

"That's it, Geoff, give the little bastard a good rogering.  He wears me
out with his insatiable lust for cock!" laughed by father.

We entered the last lap.  There was change and change-about, to make sure
we were in the most appropriate positions to excite the priests.  They
wanted to see dads and sons spunk up each other!  So dad returned to shag
my arse and granddad to fucking my mouth.  Geoff knelt across both his sons
beside us on the bed while the two priests, out of their heads with lust
continued to hammer away up their boy-cunts.  Uncle Mark knelt next to me,
ready to shoot his load over all three boys.

"Right, men, are you ready to fire those spunk-guns?  Padraig and Hugh want
to see boys take their daddy's spunk up their arses and taste it as well.
So granddad and Geoff, shoot your loads over their faces and into their
mouths.  I'm going to start cumming up Philip's arse and then shoot the
rest over him.  You two," he said, addressing the priests, "Can please
yourselves!"

Two minutes of furious face- and arse-fucking ensued until dad announced
that he was cumming.  All eyes turned to him, and he yelled at the top of
his voice,

"I'm pumping daddy-spunk up my son's arse!  The horny little cock-slut!"  I
braced myself for the onslaught, bearing down on my father's spunking cock
as he thrust it ever harder inside me.

Two great convulsions wracked him, then he pulled out his spunking dick,
like a smoking gun, and four jets of hot steaming daddy-cum rose high into
the air and came to earth, splashing all over my chest and face.  This was
the trigger for the rest of the manly spunk-ups.  Geoff unleashed a big
load of cream which he managed to distribute evenly over the faces and in
the mouths of his two eager offspring.  They licked their lips to taste
their father's spunk, the sight of which provoked powerful orgasms from the
two priests who satisfied themselves by pumping their seed deep inside
Jason and Justin's pussies mesmerised by the three boys' faces and bodies,
streaked with their own father's semen.  Not to be left out, granddad and
Uncle Mark added their copious reserves of incest spunk to my dad's that
covered my upper body.  Mark's first jet shot across me and onto the two
brothers.  All the men's spunk gathered in pearly pools and reservoirs fed
by sluggish streams of cream.

The towering erections wilted and the last drops of cum were squeezed out
of the great organs.  Cum-covered cocks were wiped around sweet and
satisfied young faces and thrust into soft, warm mouths.  Then Dad sat on
my face and Uncle Mark and Geoff sat on the two other boys' faces.
Granddad grabbed my cock and began to masturbate me aggressively.  Taking
their cue from granddad, Padraig and Hugh did the same to Jason and Justin.
We boys were forcibly held down and felt our hard little cocks taken
between strong fingers and thumbs and vigorously wanked.  We writhed and
twisted in our darkness, seeking relief by thrusting our tongues deep into
the sweaty, hairy arses that were almost suffocating us.  We thrashed and
moaned as this delicious torment was inflicted on us.  Granddad brought me
almost to a climax but refused to take me over the edge.  The sadistic old
bastard!  As he brought me close again I screamed into dad's arsehole.  He
edged forward and thrust his heavy balls into my mouth.  I sucked on his
left bollock for dear life, swirling it around in my mouth with my tongue.
I felt my boy- spunk boil in my balls, rise up my dick and rocket into the
air.  It was greeted with a loud cheer, followed a few seconds later by a
second and third volley, announcing the orgasms of Justin and Jason.  We
all fell back on the bed, exhausted, a mangled pile of arms and legs and
sweaty, spunk covered torsos: three pretty little boys with sore but
satisfied boy- pussies and six rough hairy men with spent spunky cocks and
empty hairy balls.

As we rested and replenished our sperm banks, the two priests exchanged
fantasies about a church choir full of pretty young boys, trained by their
fathers to give complete sexual satisfaction.  My dad reckoned he could
round up about ten boys, especially now his nephew, Peter, my Uncle Luke's
son, seemed to have developed a taste for family fun.

Now, for those of you who have followed this family sex saga, Uncle Luke
has been conspicuously absent in this chapter.  But the horny policeman and
great orchestrator of family orgies suddenly found himself with more urgent
business to attend to, following his son's inadvertent witnessing of a
shagging session between myself and my black school friend, Leroy.

Rather than recount the episode myself, I will let Peter tell you in his
own words in Chapter 24, coming soon!

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