Date: Thu, 27 Sep 2007 07:22:08 +0000 From: Jack Boy Subject: Jacks Cool Family chapter 03 This story is a combined effort between Andy and Jack. As such, both of our emails are available for comments. Please email any comments to either andys_stories@hotmail.co.uk or jackieboy1992@hotmail.co.uk. Disclaimer. 1. This story will involve sex between an underage boy and various members of his family, both female and male. If you don't like this sort of story please leave now. 2. If you are too young to read the above type of material, it's up to you to leave. We certainly wouldn't encourage you to do this stuff. 3. Not allowed to read this type of stuff, I suggest you move before continuing to read it! 4. This is total fiction that has sprung from our twisted little minds. 5. This story has been created by Jack & Andy and so is copyrighted to us. Feel free to quote it, but please give us credit. If you make any money from this, let us know how so we can as well. Thanks. Chapter Three Mr Harris, one of my teachers from school, was sat on the sofa, right next to where I normally sat. "Ah Jack, I've invited Mr Harris round for tea as he wanted to talk to us about the swim team." Mom said. "Um hi Mr Harris," I said, shaking his offered hand. "Good to see you Jack," he said. "I'm pleased that your Mom asked me round as we need to talk over a few things." I walked uncomfortably towards one of the chairs, before my Mom told me not to be rude and sit next to my teacher. Man, the problem was, Mr Harris was a hottie, very firm body and tall and strong. I'd had his hands on my body a few times during the course of swimming coaching, nothing improper of course, unfortunately, but I was about to sit next to one of my jerk off fantasies, with an eight inch dildo up my ass. I groaned to myself, gritted my teeth and sat down. I moaned silently, so I thought, as the plug grazed my prostate again, and for the first time since it had been up my ass, I felt my cock give a little spurt of juice. Mr Harris looked at me, as I'd sat down, and I swear I saw his eyes notice my straining hard on that I was desperately trying to cover. We made small talk for a few minutes, Jill taking great delight in suggesting that I get up and fix Mr Harris a drink, before sitting back down, before again suggesting he'd like ice, and then lemon. I was going crazy inside, and my cock was leaking like a bust water pipe. Finally my Mom suggesting going to the table to eat. I grabbed Jill as we walked to the table. "You knew he was coming here didn't you!" I hissed at her. "Of course, I thought you may need some help admitting things to yourself though!" How did she know? Was I that easy to read? The three of us sat down at the dining table, Mr Harris in my Dad's normal position, as my Mom dished up a serving of one of my favourite dishes, spag bol! She sat down and we were all about to start eating when my Mom suddenly noticed that we had no parmesan cheese on the table. "Andy honey, please fetch the parmesan from the cupboard," she asked so nicely that I wasn't allowed to refuse. I got up gingerly and walked to the cupboard where the shaker was normally kept. I opened the door and after a few moments of looking, couldn't find it. "Oh sorry hun, I had a change about," Mom said. "It's in the bottom cupboard next to the cereal." I sighed, and walked to it's new location. This would mean bending over with my ass in full view of Mr Harris. I preyed to God that he couldn't see the plug straining against the base of my shorts as I bent over. I quickly grabbed the parmesan and plonked it on the table in front of Jill, and forgetting for a moment, sat heavily back on my seat. The gasp that escaped my lips was heard by all. My Mom and Mr Harris both looked concerned at me. Jill, of course, was trying to hold back her laughter. "Are you okay Jack?" Mr Harris asked. "Um, yeah, sure Mr Harris," I stammered out. "I slipped over earlier and kinda landed on my butt." I thought that may explain it away. He looked concerned at me. "Well I hope you are alright son, as we have a swim meet coming up next week, and I want you to be at your best for it." I had been in the process of taking my first mouthful of food, and nearly choked on it. "Me?" I asked. "Why?" I'd always struggled to make the swim team, being no specialist in any stroke. Mr Harris started to eat, as did my Mom and Jill. "Mmmm, this is lovely Mrs Grey." Mr Harris complimented. "Please call me Jean," my Mom said. "We don't go much on titles really and thank you for the compliment." "Well you call me Gareth then," Mr Harris replied. "It's nice to have someone who appreciates my food, sometimes all I get from these two are grunts, slurps and empty plates." I giggled at imagining myself grunting and slurping while I have a massive fake cock up my ass. That reminded me about it and I squirmed slightly with the pressure that hadn't let up. "Now then young man," Mr Harris started again. "Where was I?" "The swim meet sir," I prompted. "Ah yes, well with Kenny Jackson moving up to college, which leaves us with no one who really knows the butterfly. That opens up three places on the team, the 100 metres butterfly, the 400 metre medley and the medley relay." Mr Harris said. "Oh honey isn't that great," Mom enthused. I nodded, trying not to get too excited. If I got any of the positions, I would be the youngest member of the team. No-one else in my year was near the first team, and I would be swimming against kids upto two years older than me. The wicked thought suddenly flashed through my mind that I'd be getting naked with those same lads in the changing rooms. My cock strained a little harder and leaked a little more. I glanced down at my crotch, saw an impressive tent and then spotted the growing wet patch. Oh boy I could be in trouble here! "Um, that's great, yeah, I'd love to make the team sir," I said, realising I'd been away with the fairies, in more ways than one, and that I needed to say something. "I've gotta go visit though, please may I be excused?" My Mom nodded and I gingerly got up, covering my crotch, and dashed upstairs as quickly as I could. I got into the bathroom and pulled down my shorts and briefs. My erection slapped against my tummy as it was freed. I slid my hand round to my butt and tried to grasp the plug. It was slippy from the lube that Jill had put on, and from some leaking juices from my ass. I couldn't get a grip of it, and was becoming increasingly panicked. Everytime I tried to get a hold of it, it pressed up against my insides and my cock strained harder. I realised that I had no choice but to take care of my front before my back so I grabbed my straining four inches and pumped it frantically. I felt my orgasm rise through my body and I squeezed harder and let loose a torrent, um well, a half dozen squirts, of my cum and breathed in deeply. I suddenly realised that my cock was still as hard as before, and let out a groan. I started to stroke myself again and I wanted to sit down as I normally did when I jerked off in the bathroom, but with the monster up my ass, I didn't think it would help matters. I pumped away for a few moments, perspiration dribbling down my face and chest as I tried to bring myself relief. Suddenly the door opened. I gasped in horror and grabbed at a bath towel to cover myself, before I saw it was only Jill walking in. "Thought you might need some help bro," she said, grinning. "Aw Jill you've gotta take it out of me!" I gasped. "In a minute bro," she said, looking at my straining erection. I could see her lick her lips. She pushed me back onto the toilet seat, causing me to groan as the fake cock pressed against all my sweet spots. She knelt down and before I knew what was happening took my straining cock into her mouth in one swallow. "FFFFUUUUHHHH!!!" was all I managed to get out as Jill worked her tongue on my cock. My hands gently grasped the side of her head as I watched my sister bob up and down on my stiffness. I felt my balls tighten. "Gonna cum sis!" I whispered, which just caused her sucking to become like a vacuum cleaner. My body stiffened as I unleashed a torrent, well about half a dozen, of shots of cum down her throat. I slumped backwards, leaning against the porcelain. "Mmmmm bro, you taste almost as nice as Wes," Jill said, licking her lips. I was exhausted after cumming twice in a matter of minutes, and happily saw that my dick was finally limp. "Please get this thing out of me Jill," I begged her. "Okay," she replied. "Turn around and bend over the bath." I did as she asked, and felt her hands massaging around my pucker and the monstrous plastic dick that was imbedded in me. Finally I felt it begin to ease out of me, and after a minute of it sliding outwards, I felt my rosebud stretch against the head of the dildo and with a wet pop, it came out. I immediately felt strangely empty, but very relieved that it was out of me. I suddenly felt a dampness on my hole, and looked around to see Jill wiping me with a warm, wet cloth. "You were leaking a little," she said as way of explaining. "Come on, get dressed properly and come back down, Mr Harris wants to talk to you about the swim team." She got up and left me bent over the bath, so I got myself up and hurried back to my room to change into more normal clothes. A nice polo shirt and a pair of baggy shorts did the trick and I headed back downstairs. End of chapter Three. Apologies to all for the delay. Some of you may know that we had a rough period in our relationship about a month or so ago, and we split up. As such, neither of us wanted to continue the story alone. We are both happy to say that we are back together although taking things very slowly. We didn't know whether to continue the story or not, as the ideas behind it were part of the problems we had, but we have had numerous emails asking us to continue it. We wanted to get something out to see if it was worth continuing so we mackled together this ending to what we had already written to see if people wanted the story to carry on. Please let us know if you want us to, or we won't bother. Thanks.