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Jock's Dark Vision -1
by hludens
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This story contains possibly exaggerated depictions and/or
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Jock's Dark Vision
genre-free, mf, Mf, mF, inc, o, Big O, parodic vision, dark
satire
In the destructive element immerse.
--Joseph Conrad, Lord Jim
8888888888888
--Warm up--
[fuckfuckfuck--Now, what the fuck difference does it make, I've
got to try to find a way to get this done--get on with the story,
I'm, I'm, I'm...........blocked? Why? What does that mean, I
mean I have the characters all I have to do is move them along,
get them into clinches with each other, oral, genital, anal,
whatever -- basic themes, variations on basic themes.]
[okay-okay :: Characters, Jock, his sister; Todd, his sister,
Jock's GF - don't need her parents any more Jock's already fucked
her mother, and his GF's fucked her father, that was a trip,
there-there, both couples fucking each other, lots of eroticism,
now, now, -- got to get Jock into the sack with his mom, bona
fide penetration, Meggan with his dad -- no, that's not fair
to....Kimmi, Jock's sister, who claims droit d' sib, ie, droit
d'daughter.]
Kimmi, Kimmi, Kimmi.
[papa oom mau mau pap oom mau mau --And what about Todd and his
sister? --shouldn't they get to fuck their parents too? Okay, it
isn't fair, but then life isn't fair and neither is porno, that
is, ummm, sexually explicit, masturbatory erotic writing. Both
hands on the keyboard, here, steady, steady.....]
[Deal with Jock. I hate this, deal with it, deal with the
fairness, for, after all, all's fair in love and war and anything
can happen in-- Jock's got to get home. Okay-okay, he's home.]
==============
[He's getting up in the morning, Jocko. And-and there's Kimmi!
Giving him a blowjob, she has her lips wrapped around his cock,
and slurping like -- no, wait, it's Nichole. Morphing into
--what the fu-- it's his mom. Wait it's a dream -- he's
dreaming, lips on his pecker ---no can't call it a pecker,
guidelines call for, what? Willy? No, no, no!
jesusHchristOnaCrutch, his cock, his monstrous rod, truly big in
fact, hemingwayesque -- long, wide, gristley, gibsonesquely
implanted with a neuromantic chip running at a redhot . . .
petering out here ... -- pecker, aw jeez.]
--Segue--
[no relation to Segway (tm)]
Jock shuts his eyes and starts over.
Meggan's mom, Lez. Now there was a piece of ass. No no, can't
demean the act of fucking Meggan's mom, that was prime stuff.
"Prime stuff" -- who'm I talking to here? On the other hand, call
a digging implement a digging implement, Jock thinks. I'm not in
with love her. Well, maybe a little bit in love with her, but
you know, just--
[fuckfuckfuck]
"Sweet." Ahh, yes. Sweet indeed.
Jock remembers her soft eyes, looking up at him, imploring, as he
slid his cock slowly into her hot channel. Cunt. Yes, hot cunt.
Okay, vagina. Well, it was hot and wet, not sloppy wet, you
understand, but slick and he plunged in to the....the... hilt.
Whole 9 yards, that's an apt expression, whole nine yards, and
yet, and yet--in Jock's penile case, certainly an exaggeration,
as whole 9 inches would also be an exaggeration, not by much, and
inch or two, perhaps more, who's counting?
She moans, Lez, moans sweetly, her breath warm and humid on his
face, she moans, her breath in short huffs as he thrusts, banging
her. "Unh, unh, unh, unh." Jock likes that, likes the sound of
it, the soft sweet sound of lovemaking, sex, humping, the
twobacked beast, as the Bard called it, but I digress.
Banging her? Well, yes. He's banging her, pumping, doing the
old in and out, Jock is on Meggan's mom like white on rice,
syncopated thrusting, as Meggan and Meggan's dad, Jerzy, look
on, enchanted as Lez wraps her arms and legs around Jock and hugs
him close and Jock thrusts methodically in and out, with the
patented Jockfucker variations, varying speed, plunge motion,
depth, wiggle, allowing for wind and gravity and the butterfly in
China chaotically fluttering.
Meggan's mom now making tiny, almost undetectable
subvocalizations as her pleasure moves from the back of her
skull, down through her spine (goosebumps galore), down through
her legs, spreading out through her torso, her heart, her torso,
the center of her being, then exploding again in her skull as she
climaxes and damn near bucks Jock off, making him lose his place
there for a moment. (Hold on there, buckaroo!) None of those
simpering little clitoral orgasms for Meggan's mom, she comes
with full force, The Big O.
[Clarification]
[The difference between a "clitoral" and a "vaginal" orgasm is
where you are being stimulated to achieve orgasm, not where you
feel the orgasm. This may clear up some of the confusion around
this common question. The clitoris has a central role in
elevating feelings of sexual tension. During sexual excitement,
the clitoris swells and changes position. The blood vessels
through the whole pelvic area also swell, causing engorgement and
creating a feeling a fullness and sexual sensitivity. Your inner
vaginal lips swell and change shape. Your vagina balloons upward,
and your uterus shifts position in your pelvis.
http://www.coolnurse.com/orgasm_female.htm ]
Quick recovery, Jock. His internal gyro compensates
[segwayesquely]. He gains purchase, Jock does--his toes dig into
the mattress. He thrusts against her sweaty writhing body,
thrusts deep and, grunting, ejaculates in several hearty spurts.
Breathing hard, Jock. Smile on's face, grin, a giggle, a hearty
whooping laugh. Damn, it felt........goooood!
Jock remembers. Meggan with her finger on her clit, bending
forward while her dad slammed into her from behind, forcing her
face up against Jock's ass, her tongue reaching out, her tongue
thrusting, licking, Jock's ass wild, Jock still thrusting into
Meggan's mom, wotta sight, wotta night.
Time for a cig break --Jock doesn't smoke.
Meggan doesn't smoke. Meggan's mom doesn't smoke. Meggan's dad,
Jerzy, doesn't smoke. They don't approve of Nichole's smoking.
So after sex they loll, kiss and cuddle, lick and squirm, smile
and moan. Savoring, savoring.
A nonsmoking postcoital cuddle.
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969
[But Jock has to get to the point where he and Meggan fuck his
own mom and dad. That is, where he fucks his mom and Meggan
fucks his dad, to be exact.
So, no, that's not his mom --Maggie-- sucking his dick, in fact
no one's sucking his dick, just like no one's sucking my dick or
I wouldn't be writing this, now, would I?
I could have his mom suck his dick (or my dick, for that matter),
but that wouldn't be internally consistent at this point. Kimmi,
now that's more likely, but in fact, since we are dealing in
facts, albeit in a somewhat transmogrified form, not unlike, say
disinformation, Kimmi was not sucking Jock's dick, and even
though Jock had an erection and could have jacked off in a few
minutes, thinking about Meggan, Meggan's mom, his mom, Kimmi and
Nichole.
Jock's problem & mine is where (setting, not orifices -- we'll
get to the orifices later) to fuck his mom. Kitchen table? Not
at this point, my experience is that first mom fucks rarely take
place on the kitchen table. His bedroom? Hers? The couch in
the living room? The pool table downstairs? The hot tub?
The hot tub. Great place for a first mom fuck.]
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969
Jock remembers the hot tub.
Jock almost nailed his mom in the hot tub in episode, what? 39?
40? (Who's counting?) Kimmi also almost nailed her father in
that episode, but her dad, at the last moment, had.....qualms.
[Almost, almost -- close only counts in horseshoes and hand
grenades. No violence, here. Let's get down, get lewd.]
So in the hot tub again, Jock and Kimmi fucked each other, turned
to each other for the comfort that passeth understanding, turned
to each other rather seeking comfort from strangers -- which was
okay with mom and dad, permissive parents, who were in any case
wrapped up and rapt, as is were, in their own dalliance.
Jock remembers the hot tub. He fondled his mother's voluptuous
breasts. Kimmi fondled --stroked-- her fathers cock. Jock's mom
wrapped her fingers around Jock's members, his-his rod, his
staff, pulled him closer and Jock, eager to reciprocate, slid a
digit -- his gettin finger -- into his mom's warm vagina, her hot
& humid cunt.
But then the old man--ahh, the old man, Dann, the old man had
.... qualms.
The old man.
Jock's dad --Dann -- lost all the family's money playing lotto.
And lost his job an Enron energy salesman tanked because he
didn't take KennyBoy's advice to bail, to absquatulate and cash
out his stock options.
Dann now runs pizzas for the Goombah Brothers. It's a minimum
wage job, but he does get to drive a company car. It carries a
big sign for Goombah Brothers Pizza on the roof.
But Dann's optimistic, he has a couple of great kids, a beautiful
wife, a vivacious sister and a pair of old Nikes that just won't
give up. Bruce Dern, On the Edge. That kind of momentum.
Dann: started adult life as a 6' 3" hunk, devolved into a --not
quite a quivering blob of protoplasm, but .... Dann, forty and
flatulent. Impotent, were it not for Viagra, which he cannot
afford anymore, not even the cheap internet brand.
Were it not for Kimmi's delicate hands, her righteous tits, her
bubblebutt chearleader's ass.
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969
Jock wonders if they ever cleaned it out, the hot tub. God knows
what all those exotic and erotic juices could munge into, mutate,
intermingle, spawn subaquaean microbes. Antibiotic resistant ....
Moss? He didn't want to think about it. SARs. Mad Cow.
Anthrax. TIA.
Christ! What are patterns for?
Jock got up and cleaned out the hot tub. Nobody else was around.
It was like a dream. He drained the tub, scrubbed it with
disinfectant, changed the filter, put clean water in it, hot tub
crystals to keep the germs in check, degaussed the moss, Ross.
Turned on the heat, Pete. Let her churn, Ern. Always-- Jock,
perennial Boy Scout, always prepared.
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969
Yes, the hot tub. Definitely there could be more steamy scenes
in the hot tub.
Naked, bodies, Meggan's, Jock's, sliding against each other,
smooth hot wet flesh, the hardness nudging the soft yielding
parts, lips, tongues, kisses.
Jock thinking --who cares if some one-eyed sonofabitch has
invented an instrument to measure spring with? Who cares now,
Mr. Vinyl, as long as we have lips and voices which are for
kissing and to sing with. And other parts of the body. Jock
thinks about other parts of the body, Meggan's firm breasts, his
mother's heavy tits, definitely a mouthfull. Kimmi's icecreamcone
pert boobs, budding into the first flower of womanhood, as she
flushed rubicund glow climactically. Nichole ... but that's
another story.
Body parts, the necks, the asses, long svelte legs, toes. The
toe bone, Jock thinks. The toe bone connected to the foot bone,
the foot bone connect to the ankle bone, the ankle bone connected
to the leg bone, the leg bone connected to the thigh bone.
No: wait-wait! Knee bone, Jock thinks, knee bone connected to the
thigh bone. Thigh bone connected to the--. What the hell. Pubic
bone?
Boner bone.
Jock thinks too much.
========================
Meanwhile Meggan's up and about, in the kitchen getting it in the
ass from her dad. Her mother's in the shower. Meggan and her
dad are sneaking a quickie in the kitchen. A cup of coffee's on
the counter. The coffee's getting cold. Meggan's dad shouldn't
drink too much coffee anyhow, since he's got, what? Arryhtmia,
takes heart pills, beta blockers, expensive little fuckers --no
Viagra for Jerzy -- and the beta blockers affected his sex drive,
diminished his libido--that is, until he started fucking Meggan.
Now his formerly often-flaccid member stands right up at the
touch of her smooth soft hand. When her tongue touches the head
of his cock, it stands to attention, my friends, it (referring to
cock here, Jerzy's cock, no dangling modifiers, puleeze) -- it
stands to attention, and virtually vibrates with intensity.
Salutes. Her mouth, a haven, a port, any port in a storm, her
talented tongue-- her mouth, wet sucking then, she pulls off his
thick meaty rod abruptly and lays over the kitchen table.
Her father moves around and moves to pull pulls her panties down
--no, no panties, they've all agreed to go en dishabille as it
were -- kneels, runs his hands across that incredibly firm rump.
Meggan wiggles impatiently, he tenderly kisses each buttock,
trails his tongue along the dimples above her hip, dips his head
lower, licks, a long luscious swipe, through the fine buttfluff,
to the lips, the very labia of her being, purses his lips and
kisses, now tongue darting, tenderly, gently touching her
rosebud, her fine ass. Meggan enjoys the feel of her father's
tongue on her ass. She likes the warm stickiness of what's left
of the eggs in the dishes on the table as her tits slide
lubriciously back and forth on the platter, Meggan moaning, "Fuck
me, daddy. Don't you want to fuck me in the ass?"
A rhetorical question. Of course he wants to fuck her in the
ass. Does the pope shit in the woods?
He stands up, reaches for the margarine--no butter here, dairy
fans--think "cholesterol" (not that Meggan's dad was thinking "e
Coli" as he licked her ass, as his tongue touched and then slid
in a notch, slid in another notch, and Meggan squirmed with
pleasure, hunching, thrusting her ass back more, more on his
tightly-furled tongue --no e Coli in a fuck story) even though
margarine, of course, has its own health problems -- trans fatty
acids and such-- no time to quibble, he grabs the grease and in a
nonce has Meggan ready for penetration.
[A bacillus (Escherichia coli) normally found in the human
gastrointestinal tract and existing as numerous strains, some of
which are responsible for diarrheal diseases. Other strains have
been used experimentally in molecular biology.
http://www.bartleby.com/61/9/E0030900.html ]
Penetration! Ah, Christ! Delight! He thinks, What are patterns
for? His rigid flesh slides a notch, hesitantly into Meggan's
fine ass, penetrates her being, her anus to be more specific.
"Uh. Stop. There. Go on. A bit. A bit more. Wait. Now.
Now. Yes. Yes. Unhh, unhh, yesyes."
Jerzy's in. He pauses to let the full lewd feeling envelope his
brain in a the old red fog of desire and lust. He slowly
withdraws, the head of his cock at the rim of her tight clutching
sphincter.
"No, stay--"
Then slides the tip back in, let the rim of her anus nibble at
the head of his cock, slides in a bit, the helmet's in.
Sphinctersnaps.
"Unhhhh."
Again. "Unhhh. Gawddd, Unhhh." Again. "Unhh. Unhhh.
Unhhhh."
One of his hands reaches for her fine pussy to rub the little
pink nub ---her hand is already there, she grabs his hand and
thrusts is roughly down on her pussy, she moans, "Fuck medaddy."
Which is exactly what daddy is doing as Meggan's mom walks in.
Toweling herself, her hair still wet from the shower, her
voluptuously body clean and shiny, also e Coli-free.
"Mommy, daddy's fucking me in the ass."
"So I see, honey. Do you like it? Do you like daddy fucking you
in the ass?"
Another rhetorical question.
The relentless clenching, unclenching of bun muscles. Lez
noticed for the first time how firm his ass had become --
formerly a Micky Rourke flabby pre-implant pimply ass, now a Mel
Gibson set of bun muscles, filled with vigor and dynamic thrust
-- and she realized with the same intensity -- ahh, it seems like
only yesterday that an amorous amoeba, lubricious with desire,
would do the honorable thing and reproduce itself -- this was not
the first time her husband had fucked her daughter in the ass.
To Meggan's dad: "How's your heart?" Passive-aggressive? No,
genuine concern.
"Unh, unh, unh. Steady, a little fast, but no arryhtmia, ummm,
damn fine, this ass." The ass of a trained athlete.
Lez run her hand down Jerzy's butt, his hairy thrusting ass,
glutes flexing in an unhurried sexual rhythm. Lez fondles his
balls, his heavy swollen testicles move, roil in their sack.
"Easy," he says.
"Oh daddy, don't come yet."
"Easy, easy."
Lez whispers, "You like, don't you, you horny bastard. You like
your daughter's ass."
"Oh, wait. Easy, whoa." He starts counting backwards, thinking
of....of trilobites. Trilobites crawling across the floors of
ancient seas. His thoughts ricochet wildly from synapse to
synapse. TS Eliot. I should have been TS Eliot. No. I.
Should. Have. Been a pair of claws....... scuttling, skulking,
humping.... "Oh geez-" Trilobites
...(http://www.trilobites.com/), Eldredge, Stephen H. Gould --
no, no, Niles Eldredge, Stephen J. Gould, punctuated equilib--
"Oh jeeeez--"
"Daddy. Don't. Don't. Don't. Come. Yet."
Lez snakes her tongue around Jerzy's ear. "Give it to her, give
it to her."
"Wait. Oh Christ. Um um hunh hunh." He begins to shoot volleys
of hot cum into Meggan's inner being, the warm humid core of her
inner being. Meggan fancied she could feel his hot pulsing cum,
and she was working hard to come herself, "Not yet, daddy--oh unh
Unh Unh." She moaned as he snaked, smacked into her ass. And he
thrust wildly when his wife and the mother of his child gently
with an ineluctably savage thrust pushed a digit --her gettin
finger-- into his ass and he, he -- "Gawdddamn!" bellowing, well,
he rammed the old avenger home.
He languorously licked the sweat from Meggan's back, still
humping lovingly as his penis began its slow, inexorable
transformation, transmogrification, from a mighty cudgel to a
relatively large and languorous pallid banana slug, he sprawled
across her back, Meggan still squirming, Meggan, moaning, "I
need, I need--"
Jerzy, shrinking, transmogrifying, no longer the ferocious virile
Lothario, whispers in her ear, "Honey, baby. I love--" He
pauses, can he say this, can he confess his unholy love for
Meggan? Will Lez understand?
Meggan, tense, writhing, not thinking of amour, my man, not
cogitating on sweet delights of romance -- striving to keep the
fire hot in her belly, striving for the ultimate release that
passeth understanding, comprehension, red fog in the brain,
spinning -- "I need --"
Cerebral endorphin secretion? [Christ, what am I thinking?
"Where it is a duty to worship the Sun it is pretty sure to be a
crime to examine the laws of heat."]
Her dad moved off and pulled her upright on the table, licked the
still-warm egg yolk from Meggan's shy pert breasts.
"No eggs, honey," Lez admonishes him.
"Well, then," he smiles, "well, then--." Spreading Meggan's
legs, his hands caressing her thighs, his mouth salivating for a
generous helping of calorie-free creampie.
"No. Let me." Lez has that wild look in her eyes. "Let me. Do
this."
Meggan watches as her mom reaches out. Meggan feels her mother's
hand.
"More," Meggan says. "Oh mommy, I want more."
"I know, baby, I know." She bent down and touched her tongue to
Meggan's firm tummy, to her thigh, to her vagina, licked that
fine pussy, thinking about Jock, thinking about Jock slamming
into her and then Meggan licking Jock's wetness, Jock's fluid,
Jock's cum from her cunt as Lez lay there, legs sprawled akimbo,
the pleasure roaring through her synapses, panting, sweating,
wanting to take Jock's now deflating cock and suck it dry, but
too ravished, too undone.
"Oh mommy, It's- I'm-- I'm --" Meggan jerks like a puppet on a
string, a familiar red flush suffuses her chest, her cheeks
redden, she pants with pleasure. "Unh, unh, unh." Falls back on
the table. The egg platter rattles.
Jerzy says, "Nice, ladies. Very nice." Slaps Meggan's mom
lightly on the ass, asks, "Any oatmeal left?"
"Oh, daddy," Meggan says, still flushed, charmingly rubicund,
breathless with waning sexual energy. Gets to her feet, eyes the
last desperate drop of semen on the head of her daddy's cock. A
fingertipfull, she caressed it, the semen stuck to the end of
her finger and she melodramatically slurped it in, fingerlickin'
good, as they once said of the Colonel's grub.
"Uhm," he mumbles. His cocked twitches. His heart skips a beat.
Lurches. Moves for a moment, a few awkward asynchronous beats,
writhes like a frog in his chest. Brika-brik-brik, coax, coax.
[Aristophanes.] Breathe. [God.] It's not good to hold your
breath at a time like this. Breathe. Deep breath, oxygenate
that fucker--
Lez pales, sees alarm in his eyes. "Jerzy, you okay?"
Wait. Wait. Wait-wait. He feels like the young kid in
lemon-colored gloves waiting to murder two men. If a star should
fall, he'd reach out his hand. He waits nervously. Hardly dares
to breathe. Breathe. Breathe.
Each one stands alone on the heart of the earth pierced through
by a ray of sunlight. And in no time it is evening. [Quasimodo]
"Jerzy?"
"Daddy-- Mommy what's wrong? Did I do something--"
Then-- then--
"No." Jerzy says. "It's --"
There. There. There. No, it's okay, he feels great, heart in
synch, beating with the regular strong pulse of a trained
athlete. Pocketa, pocketa, pocketa. The frog in his chest
settles down. He smiles, "Naw, I'm okay."
Lez shakes her head with relief, points at the slug. "You'd
better wash that monster."
"Thirteen ways of looking at a monster," says Meggan.
"You can say that again," says Lez.
"Thirteen ways of looking at--"
"Shut up." Laughter.
====================
Not even--, Jock was thinking, but really unable to sustain a
coherent train of thought. Kimmi was stroking his cock. She had
on her cheerleading uniform, all but the bottoms, no underpants,
the more to rile the lust of the menfolk of the house.
Kimmi says, "This guy looks lonesome. This guy looks like he
needs a kiss." She purses her soft lips and pecks the end of his
pecker. [aww jeez.] The end of his penis. She pecks the end of
his penis. She licks around the head of his cock, then sucks it
gently, she goes down on it, way down, takes the whole thing,
suppresses the gag reflex, bobs her head, pulls Jock's butt
closer in, let's him thrust. Thrusting now, precum flowing, cock
throbbing, swells, and Kimmi bobs off takes a breath and gown
back for more, feeling Jock working between her legs, a perfect
69, with her cheerleader skirt pulled up, Jock's pants down to
his knees, one of her hands holding his cock, the other pulling
his ass.
Not even ... the words were almost on the tip, the tip of his
cock--no, the tip of his tongue, which at that precise point in
time was tracing the outline of Picasso's famous ink drawing,
Quixote, on Kimmi's bare mound, her pussy thatch bare and puffy
with passion as she stroked and licked the head of Jock's cock,
his rod, his staff, wherewith she would seek some comfort, no?
The tip of his tongue slides along the creamy hot slit of her
vagina, laving the labia, slurping at the clit, the muscles in
his tongue become rigid and he pushes it into her cunt, pulling
her to him with both hands, pulling her sweet pussy firmly into
his face as his tongue probes her inner being. He relaxes the
muscles in his tongue, and licks her from ass to elbow, lingering
over her clit with his soft massaging tongue, and she begins to
jerk and shudder, freezes, jerks wildly against his face.
Not even--, Jock thinks. Sighs, grunts, "Unhhhh," asscheeks
quivering, he spurts of stream of thick, warm cum into Kimmi's
mouth, and Kimmi, good little sister that she is, swallows a bit
and keeps a bit for the kiss that will follow, as day follows
night. The cummings and goings. The ying and yang of it. She
knew Jock was a dirty little boy at heart, knew he thought it was
tenderly slutty when she snowballed him, pushing his warm vaguely
seawater salty jism, vitiated with her saliva, back into his
mouth, swapping the secretions, while he fingered her pussy,
stroked it, caressed the lips of her pussy, all smooth, hot sexy,
wet and wild.
Not even--, Jock thinks, as he grunts, pumps his almost
inarticulate passion into Kimmi's mouth, feels her lips and
tongue draw in his essence, draw his manhood, sucking him deeply,
making his eyeballs roll back, his legs tremble. His buttocks
flex, his gluteal ass jerks, one of Kimmi's hands pulls on his
firm muscular ass, pulling him deeper into her throat.
Kimmi suddenly unaccountably thinking of United States Patent
6,485,773 -- Myers, et al., November 26, 2002, Semen
taste-enhancement dietary supplement, to wit,
This invention regards a novel and unobvious dietary supplement
formulation of relatively specific ratios of fruits, vegetables,
and spices that when ingested by the male results in a
significant improvement to the taste of the male ejaculate by
reducing its generally salty and/or bitter taste while also
adding a pleasant flavor that is considered by 98.5% of all
customers as very enjoyable.
This formulation of ingredients can take many product forms
including but not limited to a drink powder, tablet, chewable
tablet, or capsule form. [
http://patft.uspto.gov/netacgi/nph-Parser?Sect1=PTO1&Sect2=HITOFF
&d=PALL&p=1&u=/netahtml/srchnum.htm&r=1&f=G&l=50&s1=6485773.WKU.&
OS=PN/6485773&RS=PN/6485773 ]
She focusses when Jock squeals, "Unh, unh, unh."
Jock, emptying into her mouth, Jock thinking, Not even. Not
even, something about ..... hands ....
Ah, Christ! What are patterns for?
Not even the rain has such small hands.
"Now me," Kimmi prosaically interrupts Jock's musings. "Do me
again, big boy."
Jock does. He does her again. With his usual fraternal care and
love and infinite sweetness Jock sips her nectar, laves her,
sucks the delicate, slightly passion-swollen membranes,
butterflies her clit with the tip of his tongue, a loving
arrythmic rataplan, and Kimmi's heels drum counterpoint on the
mattress. Then abruptly her legs snake around his neck, she's an
anaconda, pulling him tighter and tighter into the well of her
being, her essence, her soft, slimy ambrosial center, all the
while holding her breath, reaching for ahhh, well, you know,
"unh, unh, unhhhhhhh."
"Loverly." she mutters breathlessly, chest heaving, "fucking
awesome."
Jock, gasping, cunt juice drooling from his ravaged mouth,
agrees. "Awesome. Bold, outrageous and over-the-top." He
crouches over her. He pulls off her top. He kisses her pert
breasts, sucks the slightly swollen nipples. His penis has
renewed its portentuous manly proportions, throbs and flairs like
a cobra's head, a mind of its own, sinks into the warm sweet
sucking pussy of his sister, and she cries, "Jock, Jock, Jock-o,
Jo- Oh, Unh Unh Unhhhhh." Once more into the breach, oh lord,
Jock thinks, once more not thinking clearly, of course, not
thinking of Shakespeare, not thinking of Henry IV, nono, Henry V
--thinking, if it could be called thinking at all, thinking, as
it were, with his dick.
Jock slams, Kimmi hunches back, a wild ride, the lewd and
rhythmic slap-slap-slap of firm young bodies fucking with the
fervor of trained, exploited-labor-shod athletes --just do it!
-- making love with abandon, her vagina massaging his manhood
like small velvet clutching hands in a hot tempestuous downpour
of love and mindless lust.
This, thinks Jock, a small satanic kink in his brain, this is as
good as it gets.
Later they shower, wash the love juices from their bodies the
depleted ambrosial sauce sluices down the drain to blend with the
ubiquitous waters seeking renewal in the vast and yeasty oceans
of the earth. Meanwhile, Jock once more with youhful vigor
deposits a small bit of cum in her pussy, and it drips with love
juice for an hour after they shower, his cum sliding down the
inside of her left leg, like egg white, like a careless tempura
brushstroke on an unfinished painting, on the wall of a cave
--say, the Chauvet-Pont-d'Arc cave-- leaving a snail trail that
her mother notices, but does not comment on, thinking they've
done it again -- no surprise there, but Jock's getting more pussy
than anyone else in the house -- quite a young stud, quite a
young Adonis, she pictures her son and daughter in the shower,
Jock slowly and deftly sliding his cock into Kimmi's sweet young
tight pussy, kissing sweetly, tongues toying with each other,
saliva, drool, Maggie thinking that her own pussy was still tight
if she used the right muscles, and she could no doubt milk Jock's
cock more adeptly than any 16 yeard old twat even if the 16 year
old twat belonged to her daughter.
She squirms, Maggie. Her hand drifts south. Don't get me
started, Maggie thinks. Don't get me started.
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969
The fuyr of fleisschly concupiscence.
--Jeff Chaucer
Wanted: One long legged, tall, blonde blue-eyed voluptuous, sexy
mother -- flirtatious, permissive, addicted to revealing clothes,
works out, tight ass, full breasts, womanly fragrances, not
over-perfumed, not drenched in toilet water (sneeze!), smooth
skin, untouched by botox, untouched by the surgeon's knife,
fluffy long reddish blonde hair, soft full lips (he remembers
that kiss in the hot tub not so very long ago -- but, hormonally,
eons ago, deep time) -- a mom, thinks Jock, not unlike my own.
A mom, he thinks, who'd set sodden straw on fire. Call her
Maggie.
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969
There are too many ideas, things, people. Too many directions to
go. I was starting to believe that the reason it matters to care
about something is that it whittles the world down to a more
manageable size. Is that a sad sweet insight, or what?
[Adaptation]
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to be cuntinued in one form or another ......................
hludens
[apologies to Charrie Kaufman, Kenneth Patchen, Aristophanes,
God, Quasimodo, ee cummings (no pun intended), Wallace Stevens,
John Morley, Theodore Roethke, the estate of Stephen H. Gould --
no, no, Stephen J. Gould, et al. Jeff Chaucer. Especially to
the sprawling unfocussed talent of DarkVision..................]
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