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Game Show Sex

(MF, inc, light bd)


By Heatheranne     hthranne@aol.com


**This is an erotic story intended for adults only.**

A look at a couple of game shows that may not be all that
farfetched. 




The door to the elegant home opened and a well-dressed,
middle-aged couple entered. 

"Oh, Bob," the woman said, "that was a wonderful dinner, and the
bracelet you gave me for our anniversary is beautiful. Thank you
so much." She turned and gave him deep kiss.

Bob wrapped her in his arms and smiled. "You're certainly welcome
Edna." He put his hand on his wife's shapely ass. "Why don't we
go upstairs and celebrate?"

"But I haven't given you your present yet." She pushed away from
her husband. "Now you go into the den and turn on the TV. I'll
get us some champagne."

Bob did as he was bid. He went into the den, loosened the tie of
his tux' and hit the power switch on the TV remote. The set
hummed and the picture on the screen began to swim into focus.
Bob looked at the picture in confusion. That looked like - it
couldn't be - but it was. It was a cock sliding back and forth in
a pussy. The camera pulled back until Bob could see a young
couple going at it on a bed.  The handsome, athletic young man
looked up into the camera, smiling brightly he said, "You're
watching the Porn-Channel. All porn, all the time."

Edna came into the den. She was carrying a bottle of champagne
and two glasses. "How do you like your present?" she asked
sweetly. 

Bob laughed loudly, "This is great, honey. You've subscribed to
the Porn-Channel."

Edna smiled as she poured the champagne. "I thought you'd like
it. What's on?"

Bob picked up his glass. "I don't know, but I think there's a
program starting now."

**

Several chords of an upbeat tune played, and then an announcer's
resonant voice called out, "It's time for America's favorite game
show - 'Fucking for Dollars'!" The music swelled. "And now here's
your host - Dick Sinep!"

A good-looking young man in a suit walked on the stage. He bowed
and waved to a cheering studio audience. "Hi there," he said.
"I'm Dick Sinep, and this is 'Fucking for Dollars'! The show
where couples contest for thousands of dollars by showing us how
well they can do the nasty." Dick turned to look into a different
camera. "Yes, we take applications from daring viewers from all
over America. They tell us their likes and dislikes, their wants
and their wishes, and then we bring them together on our show. We
have two sexy couples per show and they are each rated by our
panel of horny experts."

The picture switched to show a row of naked people sitting in the
front row of the studio audience. They all looked as if they were
wired up for a medical experiment. Dick continued, "Each of our
panelists is wired to give us their bodies' response to what they
see on our show. It's pretty simple. The couple who creates the
most arousal in our panel wins our prize - one hundred thousand
dollars each." Dick leered into the camera. "And the losers?
Well, they get laid, don't they? How bad can it be?" The audience
laughed in appreciation of his joke. "OK," Dick said. "Let's see
who's on our show today."

The announcer's voice came back. "Our first contestant is a
painting contractor from Fresno. He confesses that he's a breast
man, the bigger the better. Let's welcome John to our show." A
tall, slightly overweight man in his thirties strode onto the
stage. He had bushy black hair and a mustache.

Dick shook hands with the man and said, "Hello John, welcome to
the show."

"Thanks."

"Now as a painting contractor, I bet that you spend a lot of time
going over samples with the ladies. Does that ever lead to
anything?" Dick asked.

John laughed. "I'll tell you Dick. Sometimes we spend hours in
the bedroom to find just the right hue."

Dick slapped him on the arm. "I just bet you do, big guy. Now
let's see who your partner is going to be."

The announcer's voice arose once more. "John's partner is a woman
from Springfield. She's a specialist in applying acrylic nails
for the ladies and writes us that she is recently divorced and
that her former husband was a short fellow who had the tiniest
dick she'd ever seen. She'd like to try something and someone
bigger. How about a big greeting for Diane."

 A woman in her late twenties bounced onto the stage. She had
short sun-streaked brown hair and was wearing shorts and a
halter-top. Diane had a pleasant, smiling face and she was a bit
on the stout side with shapely but muscular legs. That was hardly
the first thing anyone would notice about Diane, however. Her
bright red halter barely contained her enormous breasts. What
seemed to be about an acre of cleavage jiggled and rolled above
the d colletage of her halter as she trotted across the stage. 

Dick welcomed Diane and introduced her to John and the audience.
Showing her hand to the camera, Dick said, "Just look at these
lovely nails. They must be an inch long and each one has it's own
design. You better watch out for these babies John, I bet they
can really tear up a guy's back." John laughed, but his eyes were
locked on Diane's tits, not her nails.

 "And Diane, I see that you've noticed the effect you've had on
John," said Dick. It was clear that she had her eyes locked on
the sizable bulge in John's pants. 

"All right," said Dick, rubbing his hands together. "If you two
are ready - and apparently you are - it's time to play - 'Fucking
for Dollars'!" He led the couple to a door, and as opened it Dick
said, "Now don't forget our rules. We need some foreplay, the sex
act and orgasms. Diane, for you that can be real or faked, after
all it's a woman's prerogative. But for you big guy," Dick put
his arm around John's broad shoulders, " we need the visible cum
shot. We don't call this the Porn-Channel for nothing."

"I understand," said John, smiling gamely.

As John and Diane entered the room, the announcer's voice said,
"John and Diane will be using our simulated bedroom. A dozen
unobtrusive cameras will give our panelists and audience a
perfect view of the action."

Diane took the lead and John's hand as she drew him to the edge
of the king-sized bed. They sat, and Diane immediately ran her
hand along the long lump in his pants. "Damn, you've got a big
dick," she said with a grin. "My former husband was like this
when he was rock hard." She demonstrated by holding her thumb and
forefinger a couple of inches apart.

"He was a lucky man to have these to play with," said John as he
caressed one of Diane's giant tits. He reverently kissed the top
of one of her pillow-sized breasts, and then gave her a solid
smack on the lips. Diane returned the kiss, and for several
minutes they frenched deeply and felt up one another. The cameras
showed thrashing tongues and hands that kneaded and massaged
their aroused bodies. 

John broke off their kisses and said, "Let's get naked, baby."

The couple parted long enough to rip off their clothes and then
they met in the center of the bed. Diane's hands went right to
John's oversized cock. "I have just got to get this in mypussy."

"OK," panted John. Obviously Diane's hands, as they flashed up
and down his erection, were getting to him. "Let me fuck you and
then I want to cum between your tits." Diane nodded in agreement.
"Do you want me to lick your pussy or play with your clit?"

"No," moaned Diane. "No more foreplay, I don't think I can get
any hotter or wetter." With that, she fell back on the bed,
spreading her legs. Her immense breasts rolled to either side of
her chest, covering her upper arms. John walked on his knees
between Diane's spread legs and bent his cock down to her pussy
lips. He worked his cock-head around and up and down until it was
lubricated and nestled between the lips of Diane's leaking cunt,
then he shoved several inches of ridged cock inside. 

"Oh yeah," groaned Diane. John shoved in even more cock and then
he began to pump his hips in a slow and easy motion. He licked
his thumb and pressed it to her clit. He began to make little
circles with his thumb as Diane's hips rocked back and forth. She
gathered up her breasts in her arms and alternated between
tweaking her nipples between thumb and forefinger and then
sucking on first one and then the other.

John steadily accelerated his strokes until Diane's whole body
was shaking. Her breasts quivered and rolled like they had a life
of their own. "That's it," she cried out. "Oh fuck yeah, pound me
with that big cock." She covered her stunned face with her hands
and then ran them through her hair. "Oh shit, I'm cumming, I'm
cumming," she shrieked as her back arched and her ass thrashed
around on the bed.

John heaved his cock out of Diane's still shuddering pussy. He
grabbed the tip as if afraid that it would erupt prematurely. He
staggered forward and then gathered up Diane's tits around his
rigid manhood. John smiled in bliss. His dick wasn't touching her
chest. There was nothing but hot, soft tit-flesh surrounding his
plunging cock. After a dozen strokes, John hissed and thrust his
hips forward as he pulled Diane's breasts back. His cock-head
emerged from between her enormous pillows and then he was
spurting cum all over her neck and chin. The camera stayed on
them long enough to see John roll to the side in exhaustion and
to watch as Diane polished her breasts with his ejaculation.

Dick Sinep clapped his hands in appreciation. "OK, very nice John
and Diane. Now, let's see what kind of rating you got from our
panel of judges." A graphic appeared next to Dick. It looked like
a limp dick that slowly expanded as a number in the center of the
penis began to count upwards. The penis stopped growing when the
number hit seventy-two. "Not bad, our panelists gave John and
Diane a rating of seventy-two. We'll see how that stands up to
our next two contestants. And we'll meet them after this
commercial."

A nice looking woman, in business wear, appeared on the screen.
She smiled warmly and said,  "Hi, I'm Honey Goodbody. You know,
ladies, it's hard enough to find the man who is just right for
you. Sometimes you think you've found the whole package." She
walked a few steps to the side of a tall, good-looking man
dressed in casual clothes. She gestured at the man and said,
"He's got brains." Suddenly the man was wearing a cap and gown.
"He's successful." The man was shown in a coat and tie, sitting
behind a desk. "He has a great personality." The man was now
looked as if he was at a party, drink in hand, laughing and
gesturing. "He even loves you desperately." Now the man was shown
on his knees, hands upraised, beseeching her to marry him. "So
you take him to your bed." Honey and the man appeared together in
bed, covered by a sheet. "He's a considerate lover, but there's
just one little problem." She whipped back the sheet to reveal
the man's erection, all three inches of it. "Now you don't want
to kick loose a guy like this, but is there anything you can do
about his lack of size? Of course there is." She turned to the
side and picked up a foil package. "You can use the new and
amazing Extend-O-Condom. You just put it on his cock like any
other condom." She tore open the foil and rolled the thick
looking prophylactic over the man's tiny erection. "And then you
assume the position." She threw a leg over his groin and using
the tips of her fingers she positioned his cock in her shaved
pussy. "And then ladies, something wonderful happens. The heat
from your bodies activates the patented foam inside the
Extend-O-Condom..." she ground her pussy against his groin as a
big smile filled her face, "...and almost instantly you've got
all the hard dick that you want." She lifted her body showing
widely extended pussy lips, and what seemed to be an endless
amount of cock flowed out as she swayed off his body. She grabbed
the huge member with both hands and began to stroke it.
"Mmmm...it's warm and has that flesh covering an iron bar feeling
just like you like it." She lifted her ass and eased her pussy
back into place. As she began to plunge her pussy up and down and
around on the stiff condom she said, "And the best part ladies is
that he'll stay hard until you're finished, so if you want him to
have a bigger and better cock, then go out and by a twelve pack
of Extend-O-Condoms today."           

As Honey's blissful face filled the picture, an announcer's
pre-recorded voice said rapidly, "Extend-O-Condom, ask your
doctor before using, may cause hysteria and endless orgasms in
some women. Available at most pharmacies, just ask for the condom
with a hard-on, Extend-O-Condom."

Dick Sinep appeared once more. "We're back and ready for our next
two contestants on 'Fucking for Dollars'! Who do we have next?"

"OK Dick," said the announcer's disembodied voice. "Our next
contestant is from northern California. He's a stockbroker and
tells us that his fantasies still involve the young ladies he
went to high school with. How about giving a warm 'Fucking for
Dollars' welcome to Jack Smith!" Jack was a tall, handsome man,
who looked to be in his forties. He walked confidently across the
stage and took Dick's hand. 

As they shook hands Dick said, "You have a thing for the young
babes, right Jack?"

"Just fantasies of course, Dick. But I have to admit that's what
turns me on."

Dick smiled. "Of course we can't have underage women on our show,
but let's see what kind of partner we've got for you." 

The announcer's voice came up again. "Jack's partner is a young
woman from Nevada. Please welcome Brigit."  Brigit may not have
been a schoolgirl but she certainly looked the part. She was a
bit over five feet tall, with shoulder length blonde hair that
was tied into pigtails. She was wearing a long-sleeved, starched,
white shirt over a full plaid skirt that ended just above her
knees. Over-the-calf white socks, and black patent leather shoes
completed her outfit. As she walked across the stage, Brigit
showed brilliant white teeth and a winning smile. 

"Well, aren't you lovely," said Dick as he took her hand and
twirled Brigit around once to show her off. "You're not really in
high school are you?" 

Brigit laughed. "No Dick, I'm twenty years old and I'm studying
to be an actress here in Los Angeles."

"Lord knows that Hollywood can use all the twenty year old
teenagers they can get. But until you're discovered, Brigit, I
know that an aspiring actresses can use a little cash, so let's
get on with it and play our next round of 'Fucking for Dollars'!"
He took the couple to the door of the room where they would put
on their show. "Both of you are familiar with our rules?" Jack
and Brigit nodded. "Good, now behind this door we've put a couple
of props for you to use. I'm sure that your fertile imaginations
will take it from there."

Inside the camera-covered room, Jack and Brigit found a plastic
and metal school-desk along with a large, traditional, wooden
teacher's desk. Brigit immediately took the student's desk. She
sat up straight, swished her pigtails over her shoulders, thrust
out her breasts and crossed her legs, revealing her legs to
mid-thigh. Jack sat in the chair behind the teacher's desk. He
propped his elbow on the desk and looked at Brigit. Several
seconds passed before he took the initiative, and said, "So
Brigit, here we are after school. What can I do for you?"  

Brigit took her cue. "I know you're the basketball coach and not
my regular advisor Mr. Smith, but I need some help."

Jack nodded, "That's what I'm here for. Are you having trouble
with schoolwork?"

"No, sir." Brigit shyly twirled the end of one pigtail around her
finger. "It's...uh...more of a social thing...a boy thing."

"Well, I think I qualify as a boy, or at least as an older one.
What do you need to know?"

"The boys say that I kiss funny. I don't know what I'm doing
wrong."

"Kissing?" said Jack, looking surprised. "I'm not sure that's
something we should talk about."

Brigit stood and walked around the large desk. "Oh please, Mr.
Smith. My girlfriends would laugh at me if I asked them for help,
and I can't go to my parents."

Jack eyed the innocently sexy young woman, who was standing so
close he thought that he could feel the heat off of her flawless
skin. He scooted his chair away from the desk and said, "Well,
maybe just one little peck, just to see what you're doingwrong."

Brigit hopped onto Jack's lap and wrapped her arms around his
neck. She pursed her lips and gave him a quick little kiss. Jack
said, "There's nothing wrong with that. Why don't the boys like
it?"

"Because they like to kiss like this," replied Brigit. This time
she smashed her mouth against his, forced his lips apart, and
then she practically stuck her tongue down his throat. 

"Oh baby," said Jack, when he could breathe again, "that's the
way to kiss." He slid his arms around her tiny waist and pulled
her closer. They kissed passionately as their hands roamed all
over each other's bodies. Jack cupped and played with her breasts
through her shirt, while Brigit squirmed her ass around on his
crotch. Jack felt his cock balloon into a painful hardness. "How
about some sixty-nine action?" Jack whispered in her ear. When
she moaned her agreement, Jack stood up with one arm under her
bare legs and the other arm around her torso, his hand firmly
covering one breast. He sat on the desk and lay down on his back,
while Brigit straddled his waist. She unzipped his pants and
pulled his erection into the open. 

"Come here, baby," said Jack as he grabbed Brigit's thighs and
pulled her pussy down to his eager mouth. He flipped her skirt
over her back and pulled aside the sheer, almost nonexistent
crotch-band of her panties. As her mouth slipped over his
cock-head, Jack spread her pussy lips and buried his tongue into
her wet cunt. 

Brigit looked like a little schoolgirl doll bouncing around on
top of his much larger frame. Her head bobbed up and down on
Jack's throbbing cock as her pussy twisted and rubbed on his lips
and tongue. After a few minutes of furious oral sex, Brigit
pushed herself up. Her hands flew to her tits and her face
screwed up. "Oh yes...oh yeah...oh fuck...I'm going to cum..."
she chanted in a high, breathless voice as she absolutely pounded
her burning pussy on Jack's face. Her orgasm went on and on as
Jack struggled to keep his mouth in contact with her gushing,
clenching pussy. Finally, her orgasm eased, and Brigit gave Jack
relief from her creaming pussy as she stretched back across his
body, her face inches from his twitching cock. She wrapped her
hand around his hard flesh that was still slick from her saliva
and his pre-cum. 

Brigit jacked her hand furiously on his cock as Jack quietly
caressed her satin smooth thighs and ass. In less than a minute
though, he was grunting, "Here it comes, baby...here it is."
Suddenly, his hips bucked and spurts of cum erupted from the tip
of his engorged cock and landed on Brigit's hand. She smiled
brightly as she milked the globs of cum from his erection until
it began to soften and fade. 

Dick Sinep led the audience in applause. "That was very nice Jack
and Brigit." He grabbed his crotch and leered at the camera,
"They even gave me a boner." Dick waited a second for the
audience to chuckle at his little joke and then said, "But it
doesn't matter what I think, it's the panel of judges that
matter, so let's see how they reacted."

The camera switched to the first row of the audience and the set
of wired up nude bodies. Apparently, a couple of the men on the
panel had given their full approval; there were flecks of cum on
their hands and legs. The graphic of the limp cock appeared above
the judges' heads and began to become erect as the counter in the
center of the penis climbed upwards. The counter surged past the
seventy-two that John and Diane had scored and finally stopped at
a nearly fully erect ninety-five. 

"All right then," said Dick. "A ninety-five is one of the highest
scores that we've ever had here on 'Fucking for Dollars'! Jack
and Brigit are our winners and we'll talk to them right after
this commercial break."

The commercial for Extend-O-Condom played once more and then
"Fucking for Dollars" came back on. Dick was standing between
Brigit and Jack. The couple was looking a bit disheveled, but
happy. "And we're back here on Fucking for Dollars with our
winners Brigit and Jack. Congratulations, you two, on your win."
He gave a little bow to them both and they murmured their thanks.
"You'll be receiving our checks for one hundred thousand dollars
apiece, however I have a little surprise for you. How would you
like to double your money?" Jack and Brigit looked at one another
thoughtfully. "You see," continued Dick, "they are about to tape
another Porn-Channel show on the sound stage next door. It's
called 'Ambush Sex' where they catch all sorts of couples in sexy
situations. The producers of that show would like to have you two
over for an interview. What do you say? It's worth another
hundred grand."

Jack and Brigit looked at each other. At first they shrugged and
then nodded and then smiled. Jack said, "We'll be glad to doit."

"That's wonderful," said Dick. He gazed into the camera. "Now
folks, I believe the 'Ambush Sex' episode featuring Jack and
Brigit will be shown right after our show, so you stay tuned
right here to the Porn-Channel for that, and we'll see you again
here next week. So don't forget, don't fuck around with strangers
unless it's here on 'Fucking for Dollars'!"   

**

Bob lifted his arm from around Edna's shoulders. That Brigit was
one sexy babe. He had a hard-on that wouldn't quit. Edna had
watched the whole show in rapt attention, she hadn't moved or
said a word during the whole thing. Obviously, she had enjoyed it
too. Bob kissed his wife on the cheek and said, "This
Porn-Channel is wonderful, dear. Why don't we go to bed and
release all this sexual tension?" He emphasized the question by
rubbing his stiff cock through his pants.

Edna smiled sweetly at her husband, "Oh honey, but let's see what
happens to that nice couple first."

Bob continued to stroke his cock. "I don't know if I can last
that long."

Edna lightly slapped at his hand. "Well, stop that." She leered
at her husband, "It's my job, anyway. Don't worry, I'll make it
worth your while to wait."

Bob wrapped his arm back around his wife and cupped her breast in
his hand. He kissed his wife's earlobe and whispered, "I'm going
to hold you to that."

**

The last of the between show commercials ended, and a jaunty tune
began to play. A parked car appeared on the screen. The camera
began to close in on the car until it poked into the interior. A
man and woman were in the car. She was astride his crotch; her
exposed breasts flopped around as she bounced up and down for all
she was worth on his cock. The shocked expression on their faces,
when they noticed the camera, was priceless. A number of other
scenes like that played in rapid succession. Most of the captured
couples looked surprised, some looked angry, and some just
laughed. Finally there was a home video of a school dance.
Amongst a group of couples on the dance floor, there was a boy
and girl holding each other close. They were really cute because
she was a full head taller than he was. Their eyes were closed
and his head was lying on her shoulder as her chin rested on top
of his head. The camera zoomed back as the couple slowly turned
to reveal that her very short skirt was bunched around her hips,
and that the boy had dipped his hand into her panties, and was
obviously finger fucking her there on the crowded dance floor.
The jaunty little tune played itself out with the warning that if
you have sex, anywhere, anytime and of course when you least
expect it, you may be the next one to be ambushed on camera. 

The scene changed to a shot of a stage that contained a
semicircle of chairs backed by curtains. The curtains parted and
a smart looking young couple stepped out. The studio audience
erupted into applause as the couple took little bows and waved.
As the noise died the man said, "Welcome to 'Ambush Sex'. The
show where we love to catch people in the act of doing the dirty
deed, especially with someone they shouldn't be with. My name is
Maxwell N. Dowd, and this is my lovely partner Puss E. Galore."

Puss beamed at her partner, "Thank you Max. We have a full show
today. We have a couple who recently appeared on one of our other
Porn-Channel shows, 'Fucking for Dollars!'"

"Oh really," said Max. "I'd say that those two have already been
ambushed far beyond anything we could do to them."

Puss wagged her finger at Max. "Oh you'd be surprised at what we
have in store for those two. But first, I think that you have a
letter?"

"Yes, I do," said Max as he pulled a paper from his suit jacket.
"I have a letter here from Sam of Taint, South Carolina."

"Taint? There's actually a place called Taint?"

"Yes, it says in his letter that it tain't near nothin' anyone's
ever heard of, so that's what they call it."

Puss looked serious. "Do you think he's pulling our leg?"

"Oh, I'm sure he's being very forthright," said Max as he broadly
shook his head at the audience. "Anyway, in his letter he tells
us that he married his high school sweetheart, Tess. Things were
OK for a while, but he has a suspicion that Tess is cheating on
him. He works the early shift at a manufacturing plant and she is
the evening hostess at a restaurant. So she's going to work just
as he's getting home, and he's asleep when she returns. Sam says
that his wife seems to be very distant, even accounting for the
difference in their schedules"

"Well I declare, it sounds like good ol' Sam ain't gettin' 'nuff
nookie," said Puss, in a mock Southern accent.

"I'm sure that's part of the problem," Max agreed with a chuckle.
"So we sent one of our 'Ambush Sex' hidden cameras to check
things out." The TV picture changed to show the view of a typical
middle-class living room as seen through the distortion of a
fisheye lens. "We put our camera in a beautiful antique clock,
which Sam put on his mantle at home. Now this camera gives us the
largest possible view, but it's not pretty to look at, so we run
the picture through a computer, and this is what we get." The
picture changed to a more narrow, but distortion free view. Max
continued, "We can manipulate the computer generated picture to
make it look as if the camera was free to rotate." As the view
changed, Max narrated. "We start on the left. There's the front
door, and now we go across the living room - couch, chairs, low
table and television. You can see the corner of a dining room
table in the back of the picture there. And as we get to the
extreme right, you can see into the kitchen a bit and finally,
across the kitchen, there's the back door of the house. Now let's
see what happened to Sam and Tess' one day not too long ago. We
had to edit out video when there was no action, so watch our
hidden camera's clock. We start early in the morning."

As Max narrated, the edited pictures from the hidden camera
rolled on. The digital clock in a corner of the picture showed
that it was six in the morning. A light clicked on and Sam, clad
in only his underwear could be seen walking into the kitchen. He
was so skinny it didn't look as if there was anything for his
boxers to hang on to. His hair was tousled, and he needed a
shave. Scratching and yawning, he emerged from the kitchen a
minute later with a cup of coffee. A half-hour later Sam, now
dressed in work clothes, exited through the back door. 

At ten-thirty Tess went into the kitchen. She was wearing a white
bathrobe and fuzzy bunny slippers. Her long blonde hair hid her
face. A few minutes passed and now Tess was shown on the couch in
the living room, sipping coffee and reading a newspaper. The
phone rang and she answered. "Hello...hi honey, how's work?"
Evidently it was Sam calling from his job. Several minutes later
the conversation ended with, "So you'll be home at the regular
time?...OK, honey...talk to you later...love you too...bye" Tess
sipped her coffee thoughtfully for a minute and then picked up
the phone again. 

"Hello, how are you?" she said into the phone. This time her
voice was businesslike, almost demanding. She snorted, "You're
always horny. I want you to be here in an hour, see you then."
Tess put down the phone and took a last sip of coffee. She stood
and then walked out of view of the camera.

An hour had passed according to the camera's clock and Tess
reemerged. The transformation from a sleepy woman in a
comfortable, but frumpy robe, into a sex-goddess was amazing.
Tess could have graced the cover of any men's magazine. Bountiful
blonde tresses that fell in curves and waves to her hips framed
her curvaceous body. A lacy white half-bra supported her heavy
breasts. A satin cincher, that matched her bra, hugged her hips.
Garters held up matching thigh high hose that covered her long,
shapely legs and, to complete her captivating outfit, white,
five-inch mules graced her feet. She was carrying a thick, white
silken rope.

There was a knock and Tess went to the back door to unlock it.
She stepped back as the door opened and a handsome man in a
business suit slipped in. He locked the door and turned. The man
put his hands on his hips, he shook his head as he said, "My God,
Tess, you are unbelievably gorgeous."

Tess walked up to the man and wrapped the rope around his neck.
She pulled his face to hers and said with a thin smile, "Thanks
Jeff, now get undressed." 

Jeff disappeared from view. Tess went into the living room and
loaded a cassette into a VCR that rested on the television; she
hit the play button. Moans and groans and lots of words that you
never hear on network television came from the TV. Clearly, it
was a porn tape. Tess watched as she ran her hands alternately
across her breasts and pussy. 

In a minute Jeff came back into the room. He was an Adonis next
to Tess' husband, Sam. He wasn't a very big man, but Jeff was all
smooth muscle with chiseled good looks and perfect hair and a
gleaming smile. But Tess couldn't be bothered to turn her
attention away from the TV to admire his form. Without looking at
Jeff she said, "Get me a chair."

"Yes, Tess," Jeff said eagerly. He scampered across the room and
fetched back a heavy looking dining room chair. 

Tess sat on the chair like a queen taking her throne. She flicked
the rope across Jeff's abdomen and said, "Down." The rope was too
heavy and soft to do much more than caress his skin, nonetheless
Jeff dropped to the floor as if he were shot. She pointed to the
screen and sneered, "Why isn't your dick as big as his?" she
said, referring to a well- endowed male actor on the tape.

Jeff glanced at the actor and then looked up to Tess, "But Tess,
he..."

The rope thudded softly onto his back. "How dare you look at me?"
Jeff's face hit the floor. "Now come here, I will allow you to
pleasure me." Jeff crawled between her legs as Tess scooted down
in her chair. She spread her legs and rested one foot on Jeff's
back. "You may begin," she said. 

Jeff began to tongue and kiss his way from Tess' ankle to the
exposed skin of her silky smooth thigh above her stocking.
Eventually, his tongue touched and then parted the engorged lips
of her shaved pussy. "Oh yes," moaned Tess, finally showing some
sexual emotion. "Fuck my pussy with your tongue." He pushed his
tongue as far into her dripping pussy as he could while his lips
and even his nose rubbed and banged into her clit. Jeff's head
bobbed back and forth faster and faster. Finally Tess threw her
head back and hissed, "Yes, yes...oh yes," as her pussy clenched
and pulled at Jeff's plunging tongue. 

After nearly a minute of orgasm, Tess' head lolled forward. As
her eyes focused again, she slapped her rope across Jeff's
shoulders. "Enough," she said roughly, and he immediately jumped
back and buried his face on the floor once more. Tess stood and
shook her hair back into place. She placed her hands on her hips
and thrust out her breasts. "Now I suppose you want to fuck me?"
she said as if he were an ungrateful menial who was asking way
too much for services rendered.

"Yes, please," came Jeff's muffled voice from the floor. 

"Get in the chair then," she said, and Jeff hustled to comply.
"Assume the position," snapped Tess. Jeff pushed his heels
against the front legs of the chair and clasped his hands behind
the chair's back. Tess took her rope and loosely tied one of
Jeff's ankles to the chair leg. Then she ran the rope around the
back of the chair and looped it several times around his wrists.
To finish off her soft bondage, she tied another loose knot
around his other ankle and chair leg.

Tess straddled Jeff's thighs and thrust her bosom into his face.
Jeff eagerly tongued and kissed and tried his best to engulf her
huge breasts with his lips. He dove into her cleavage, and then
worked his head about furiously until he pulled back with one end
of the front clasp of her bra in his teeth. He tossed his head
sideways, and Tess' breasts burst free. Even without the bra's
support, her heavy breasts stood out firm and proudly. Jeff
renewed his attack on her tits, but this time he had her stiff
nipples to assault with tongue and lips.

All this time, Tess' pussy had brushed and nudged and played with
Jeff's cock until its head was a bright red knob bathed in
pre-cum. Tess reached down and guided the throbbing rod into her
pussy and then lifted her legs onto Jeff's thighs. Now her entire
weight rested on his hips and legs. 

Jeff heaved and rolled and hunched, but it was clear that he had
to move the weight of both their bodies in order to stir his cock
a fraction of an inch. Not to mention that he could hardly
breathe because his face was buried in Tess' tits. Sweat broke
out on Jeff's neck and back and then ran down his heaving torso.
Above Jeff's head, Tess' face contorted in an almost continuous
orgasm. But she never made a sound. Apparently, he wasn't to know
how much pleasure he was giving her. 

Jeff strained and gasped for minute after agonizing minute. His
muscles quivered and ached as he sought release. His primal urge
for sex drove him on through the pain until his thrusting body
abruptly went into a spastic twitching and Jeff screamed,
"Gahhhhhh...ohhhhh God," as a trickle of cum ran out of Tess'
pussy and across his balls. His straining body collapsed,
exhausted after his balls emptied. 

Tess lightly jumped off his spent body and refastened her bra,
shoving her tits into place. She looked just as fresh as she had
when she'd first answered the door for Jeff. She whipped off his
bonds and said, "Put that chair back and be sure that you clean
it first." Jeff, who was still heaving for breath, could only
nod. "You may use the guest bathroom and then let yourself out.
It's not necessary to say good-bye."

Jeff stopped his gasping long enough to say, "Yes, Tess." The
picture faded to black.

Puss and Max reappeared amidst applause and murmuring from the
audience. "Well, well I guess her husband, Sam, was right," said
Max. 

"Yes," agreed Puss. "Quite a wakeup call for him."

"Or a great opportunity," said Max.

"So you think that he should cater to her fetish?" asked Puss.

Max smiled, "I'd do a lot for a woman who looked like that."

"Yeah," said Puss sarcastically. "I'd like to give you some of
that action."

"Oh?" said Max. He straightened his tie and rocked back fort from
heel to toe. "I didn't know that you thought of me that way."

"I meant the part about whipping you into submission."

"Oh," said Max, looking very disappointed. The audience broke
into laughter and he brightened up. "OK, folks, we'll be back
with our guests after this commercial break.    

A collage of men in the throes of orgasmic ecstasy flowed across
the screen. An announcer's voice spoke over the pictures. "Men,
we all love orgasms - the bigger, the better, right? And what
makes for a bigger and better orgasm? Well, one thing is the
amount of ejaculate. There's nothing like the feel of great
streams of cum swelling our dicks and then spurting in satisfying
relief." The screen switched to a view of the announcer, who was
standing behind a low counter upon which was a display of various
medical packaging. "How do you increase your ejaculate? Modern
medical science has the answer." He swept his hand over the
packages. "Yes, now we men have Jizaliter, a mixture of natural
herbs and plant extracts that will make any man erupt like a
volcano. Only one capsule a day does the trick." There was a
sudden close-up of the announcer's face, he smiled widely and
said, "Hard to believe? Hey, let's see Jizaliter in action." 

The scene shifted to show a middleclass living room as shot from
a handheld camera. "We're in the home of a typical Jizaliter
user," continued the announcer. The camera moved through the
living room into a den, where a high backed office chair sat in
front of a computer desk. The chair turned ninety degrees to
reveal a totally nude, well-built young man, who was slowly
stroking an outsized, fully erect cock. 

"Hi there," said the young man into the camera, "my name is Timmy
and I'm here to tell you about Jizaliter."

"Well, well Timmy," said the announcer, "that's quite a body
you've got there."

"Thanks, I'm a professional trainer, it sort of comes with the
job."

 "I bet that huge boner doesn't come with the job," the announcer
chuckled. "Now tell us, Timmy, why do you use Jizaliter?"

"Hey, you know, I got this big dick, but when my girlfriends used
to jerk me off, out would cum just two or three little globs of
stuff. It was embarrassing. So when I read about this all
natural, miracle supplement, I figured what the heck, I'll give
it a try."

"I see," said the announcer. "Now, before you give us a
demonstration of the remarkable power of Jizaliter, let's do the
disclaimer. You haven't been saving yourself for a week, or
anything like that, in anticipation of this show?"

"Oh, heck no," denied Timmy. "If I don't cum everyday, I feel
like I'm going to bust a nut."

The announcer chuckled once more, "I guess we're ready to go
then. I see that you're reading something from the Internet in
order to help stimulate yourself. Mind telling us what it is?"

Timmy gestured to his computer monitor, "Yeah, there's this broad
on here that writes real sexy stories. She gives me an aching
hard-on every time."

"What's the author's name?"

"Uh...it's Leather or Feather something...maybe
Featherfan...something like that. Uh...whatever, she's a
guaranteed gusher."

"OK, it sounds as if she should do the trick for you today." said
the announcer. "Why don't you go ahead with the demonstration?"

Timmy nodded, and turned his attention to his computer and began
to seriously masturbate. The television picture faded to black
and then came back full strength to show a passage of time. Now,
Timmy was jerking his cock furiously, his eyes we're glazed and
his mouth hung open.  It was apparent that he was close to his
orgasm. Suddenly, he grabbed a navy blue towel and held it across
his chest. Jimmy moaned and a blast of white cum shot out of his
cock and landed on his chin. The next explosion went clear over
his shoulder and hit with an audible splat on the back of his
chair. Finally, Timmy got his surging cock under control and his
cum began to land on the towel. By the time he was finished,
there were a dozen thick streams of jism slowly soaking into the
towel. 

"That's amazing, simply amazing," said the announcer, with awe in
his voice. "Thank you so much, Timmy." Timmy waved weakly at the
camera. "Proof positive, men. If you want to have orgasms like
Timmy here, then get a supply of Jizaliter today."

As the camera showed an array of Jizaliter packages, the
announcer's now lowered voice droned on. "When using Jizaliter,
it may be necessary to drastically increase your number of
orgasms. The makers of Jizaliter can not be held responsible for
burst or ruptured testes, nor stains on your clothing and
ceiling."   

"And we're back," said Max. "Our live guests on today's show were
recently on one of our sister shows, 'Fucking for Dollars'."

"They were complete strangers, until they met on that show,"
added Puss.

"Yeah, but they didn't remain strangers for long," said Max.
"Their hot sex on that show earned them a hundred thousand
dollars. Now let's welcome them to our show. Here are Jack and
Brigit." 

Jack and Brigit appeared from the curtains behind Max and Puss.
Jack was in his business attire once again, but Brigit was
looking more like a young lady than a wannabe schoolgirl. She was
wearing a maroon sweater set above navy slacks and black pumps. A
bit of gold jewelry adorned her ears and neck. Max introduced
everyone and they all sat. 

"Brigit, why don't you tell us a bit about yourself?" asked Max.

"OK," said Brigit, brightly. "I was raised by mother in Nevada. I
have a younger brother and sister. I've always wanted to be an
actress. My mother wanted me to go to college at UNLV, but I
figured, why not go to L.A., that's where the action is."

Jack, when asked, revealed that he had lived his entire life in
California. He'd married right out of college, but his wife had
left him shortly after the birth of their twins, whom she took
with her, along with an older daughter.

The interview went on with Puss showing excerpts from Jack and
Brigit's sexual encounter. The audience laughed when Max did a
sports announcers version of their exploits. "Goalllllll..." he
cried, as cum gushed out of Jack's cock.

"OK," said Max, now more serious. He looked at Jack and Brigit.
"You know that we don't call this show 'Ambush Sex' for nothing.
Our crack staff has found someone that you two have in common."
Jack and Brigit looked at each other and shrugged. "Let's bring
her out," called out Max.

The curtains behind the seated couples opened to reveal a plump,
middle-age woman in a severe, gray skirt and jacket. Her grim
countenance matched her suit. 

"Helen!" cried out Jack.

"Oh no," moaned Brigit.

Jack and Brigit turned to each other. "Do you know her?" they
said in unison.

As Helen took her seat, Puss said, "Yes, this is Jack's estranged
former wife and Brigit's mother. Helen Leffsennahuff. And we know
what that means, don't we? Jack and Brigit are actually father
and daughter!"

As the audience tittered and murmured Helen jumped right in,
"Jack, you stupid son-of-a-bitch, you've been committing incest
with your daughter on national television." 

Jack looked as if he'd been slapped. "How was I supposed to
know?" he roared. "You left and I never saw you or the kids
again." He held out his hands in supplication to the audience, "I
sent support checks to a lawyer. I tried to find my children, but
it was impossible." The mood of the audience seemed to turn in
Jack's favor. He gestured at Brigit, who was sitting rigidly in
her chair, with a stunned expression on her face, "How was I
supposed to know that she's my daughter?"

"You dumb-ass," hissed Helen. "You knew that your daughter's name
was Brigit, and she looks just like you."

Jack growled at his ex-wife, "Well, there must be a million
Brigits in the world, and if she's supposed to look like me, then
all I can say is: at least she doesn't look like you." 

The rhetoric between Jack and Helen went downhill from there.
After they'd turned the world blue with insults and accusations,
Max went into the audience and sought out their, the audience
members, opinions. They seemed to be equally divided between -
she's right, he's right and can you call it incest if you don't
know that you're boinking a relative? 

Back on the stage, after the audience segment, Puss took charge.
"Helen," she said, "you have two other children by Jack, don't
you?"

"Yes, I have twins who are eighteen months younger than Brigit."

"And what are their names, if I may ask?" said Puss.

"Peter and Jane," she replied, "and they are the nicest children
in the world. Absolutely devoted to one another, and not the
least bit willful, like their sister." She glared at Brigit, who
still looked stiff with shock.

Puss said, "Peter and Jane are in our green room right now. Why
don't we bring them out and see what they think of this
situation?" Puss cocked her head and put her hand to her ear. She
said, "Wait a second, our director is telling me, through my
earpiece, that we have something of interest to show our viewers.
OK...OK...let's roll tape first and see what's happened."

The picture changed to show a young man and woman sitting on a
couch. They were both staring, wide-eyed, at a television. Puss
narrated over the picture, "This is our green room, where our
guests wait until they're needed. This is Peter and Jane, Helen
and Jack's twins. I'll be quite now, so you can hear what they're
saying."

Peter turned to his sister and said, "This Porn-Channel is
awesome. I'm so horny, I can't stand it." His sister couldn't
tear her eyes away from the screen. She acknowledged him by
nodding and smiling. Peter arose from the couch and passed out of
camera range. He was gone only a second though, and when he came
back he walked up to his sister, unzipped his pants and pulled
out a very erect penis."

Jane glanced at her brother as if this happened everyday and
said, "Now?"

"Oh come on, you love to do it in public places," said Peter as
he waggled his cock in her face. "I locked the door."

Jane didn't reply but she scooted to the edge of the couch,
pulled Peter's peter perpendicular and penned it with her pursed
lips. Her cheeks hollowed and filled as she enthusiastically
sucked her brother's cock.

Peter put his hands on his hips and closed his eyes. His back and
neck arched backwards and in less than a minute his hips were
shaking and he was making little gasping noises as he shot off in
his sister's mouth. He pulled his softening cock from Jane's lips
and neatly folded it back in his pants. "MMMM... a quickie, but a
goodie, Sis. Do you want me to do you?"

Jane chewed on a fingernail in indecision for second and then
said, "Yeah."

Peter glanced around the room, "How?" he asked.

Jane jumped up and said, "Lay down with your head on the arm." 

Peter looked confused and then he realized what she wanted. He
lay on the couch with his head arching back over the couch's arm.
Jane faced away from her bother. She pulled up her tight skirt
until it was bunched around her waist, and then she pulled her
pantyhose down to her knees. She took a half step back and her
pussy docked smartly with Peter's eager mouth. Jane rotated her
clit around his lips and tongue so vigorously that it took her
only a couple of minutes to cum. She quietly squeaked,
"Ohhhhheeeeee..." as her whole body vibrated on Peter's tongue. 

As Jane put her clothes back into place, Peter unlocked the door
and then they both nonchalantly resumed their places on the
couch. They'd gone from zero to two orgasms in less than five
minutes, and they'd certainly left the impression that it was
something they did frequently.

Back on the stage Max and Puss were standing in front of some
horrified guests. Max smugly said, "Hey, we take 'em where we
find 'em, folks."

"Unfortunately, we're out of time for this show," Puss
interjected. "Be sure to join us next time on 'Ambush Sex'."

"That's right," said Max as he pointed into the camera. "Be
careful, because next time you may be the victim of an ambush.
Goodnight everyone." 

**

Bob and Edna were on the couch snoring peacefully. They hadn't
waited for the bedroom. Bob's cock hung limply from his pants, a
cum stain spread from the tip of his flaccid member. Edna spooned
against her husband. She was wearing nothing but Bob's jacket
around her shoulders and her hose. 

**
Back on the television there was a man with an immense cowboy hat
smiling into the camera. He said, "Hi there, I'm Buckaroo Billy
Joe Jim Bob, but you can just call me Bubba. I'm your host for
'Porn'til Dawn'. We'll have four X,X,X,X,X...I'm talkin' X-rated
flicks tonight. These movies are designed to titillate your
libido and stimulate your....

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