Date: Fri, 21 Jul 2000 14:22:34 GMT
From: Philip Burbidge <philip255@hotmail.com>
Subject: The English Boy 16: 'Grandpa gets to like it!' (Gay incest: M/t)

Chapter 16:	Part I:  Grandpa gets to like it!

This is the story of the sexual relationship between teenage boys and their
fathers, other members of of their families and itinerant horny adults. It
is an adult's fantasy looking back to a mythical past where he finds
emotional and sexaul 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 fantasize about regressing to our early teens with what we know now! It
comes, therefore, with all the usual warnings, and 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
give me their thoughts and comments as each chapter appears.
This chapter is a sequel to the previous one: 'Seducing Grandpa'.
philip255@hotmail.com


My father became very horny when I returned home and recounted in glorious
technicolour every graphic detail of my seduction of grandpa.  Such was the
effect that he dragged me upstairs, ripped my clothes off and shagged the
arse off me, not even pausing to remove his own clothes.  He just bent me
over the bed, tore down my jeans, whipped out his cock and shoved it up my
well-greased arsehole.  (I had taken the precaution of lubricating it
myself on the off-chance of grandpa being on for a fuck.)  Of course, I
protested loudly!

"You horny little slut!" he said, admiringly, He then proceeded to have his
wicked incestuous way with me by vigorously buggering my hot and horny
hole.

Having deposited a respectable load of daddy-spunk inside me, he advised me
to treat grandpa completely normally, when we met, and leave it a few days
before I tried a follow up scene.  Meanwhile he had some news of his own.
Geoff had finished printing the porno pictures and was adding the last
touches to the short incest videos we had made.  Soon dad would show them
to his contacts to see if they were marketable.  He had no doubt they would
be.  He was also planning something else, but, infuriatingly, he wouldn't
let on until he had made some further investigations.

Intriguingly, he did ask me if I would like to go with him to the Middle
East for a few days on a 'research trip' in several weeks time.  By the
glint in his eye I had no doubt that it would involve some research into
cocks, and if I was lucky, some nice thick Arab daddy-cocks!  However, I
had to curb my patience and curiosity and follow through the task in hand:
getting grandpa's cock up my arse!

It was three days since my seduction of grandpa.  We had not been alone
together for more than a few minutes since that fateful day, and when we
were, I would just smile at him knowingly.  He would half-smile, blush and
look away.  Dad went away for a few days, and mum had to take gran to the
hospital for a check-up, so I was left with grandpa.  The perfect
opportunity for another session!

Mum and gran drove off, leaving me and grandpa in the kitchen.  I could
tell grandpa was tense.  He stood at the kitchen sink peeling potatoes.

"How are you, young man?" he said, nervously trying to make conversation.

"Great since last Saturday, grandpa," I replied enthusiastically.

"Yes, well, as far as that's concerned the least said the better, I think.
Don't you?  I don't know where you learned such tricks, but ..." he said,
not finishing the sentence and avoiding looking at me.

"But grandpa, it was great. I just wanted to do it with you.  I'd heard
about it, and knew I could trust you.  And you having been around a lot, I
thought you'd understand, and like it.  And it was fantastic!  I haven't
told anyone.  It's our special secret.
  And you really enjoyed it, didn't you, gramps, I know you did!"

As I burbled on, I moved slowly in on him.

"That's as may be, but it's not right.  And I don't think we should ... "

By the time he had said this, I had moved right behind him, slipped my arms
round his waist and pressed my face into his back between his shoulder
blades.

"Oh, please, grandpa," I begged, hugging him, "Please, grandpa, we had such
a good time, and I'm so horny again just being here with you."

My left hand moved down to his crotch and fondled his bollocks while my
right hand slipped inside his shirt, and stroked his hairy belly.  He
sighed.

"Now, young man, this isn't on," he said with forced conviction, putting
the potato peeler down.  I could feel his cock hardening inside his
trousers.

I pressed my hard little cock against the top of his leg.

"Please, grandpa, just one more time.  You know how much we both enjoyed
it."

I pulled down his zip and slipped my hand inside and grasped his rapidly
stiffening prick.

"Oh, No!" he moaned, trying to take away my hand.  But he was too slow, and
just succeeded in pressing my hand harder against his cock sending a thrill
through his entire body.

I was nearly there.  I withdrew my hand from his shirt, undid the clasps at
the top of his trousers, and they fell to the floor.  I briefly fondled his
balls in his boxer-shorts before peeling them back and liberating his now
rock hard cock.  Wrapping my right hand around the thick shaft, I began
wanking my grandpa's juicy, spunky cock. I quickly pulled down his shorts,
and, bending down, I stretched my other hand between his legs and gently
groped his swinging spunk-filled balls.  He grunted and groaned and I knew
I had him.  A couple of minutes later, I let go his balls and moved him
away from the sink far enough for me to kneel between his legs.  Two
seconds later, grandpa's cock was in my mouth being comprehensively
serviced.

I let my hands travel up to his chest and belly, enjoying running my
fingers through the hair.  I could just reach his nipples and gave them a
gentle tweak as I worked on his big, juicy cock-head.  My own cock was
straining in my shorts, so I quickly released it and gave it the occasional
wank, but I wasn't far from cumming.  My dick was dripping precum on the
kitchen floor.  I unbuttoned grandpa's shirt so I could look up and see his
broad, strong, hairy chest.  His stern, craggy face gazed down at me with a
look of incomprehension and shock mixed with lust and pleasure.  I gazed
back imploringly, but not neglecting his prick for a second.  His surprise
increased when I slid between his legs, licked the seam that led to his
arsehole and then nuzzled his nuts - my other hand still wanking his
grandpa-meat.  When I took his balls in my mouth, one by one, he moaned
with unsurpressable pleasure.

We were now both getting into the scene.  Shuffling off my shorts, I
resumed my position in front of grandpa and started to seriously work him
up to a climax.  Swirling my tongue round the cock-head, grazing it with my
teeth, and softly biting it, I could taste the precum that was leaking into
my mouth.  This was getting me very excited, and I took time out to rub my
own dick.  Suddenly, I felt his cock jump in my throat.  I took it out of
my mouth for the briefest moment, to swallow and prepare for his cum.  At
that moment, with a loud groan, he shot his first wave of grandpa spunk.
Some of it landed in my half- opened mouth, but some splashed against my
lips and dripped down my chin.  I wrapped my mouth around the spunking cock
as fast as I could and greedily gobbled the torrents of salty-sweet grandpa
juice that poured into my mouth.  I milked his balls for the last drops. We
were both moaning and breathing heavily.  Just as he finished cumming, I
whipped my own prick to a climax and shot a junior load of grandson-spunk
into the air between grandpa's strong legs.  As I did so, I sucked hard on
his cock and then took it out of my mouth and wiped it round my face,
anointing it with the remnants of grandpa cum.

I looked up at him, silently imploring his approval.  He stared back with a
severe and weary expression, and shook his head. I couldn't make out what
was going through his mind.  There I was, kneeling at his feet, half-naked,
with my softening, cummy cock in my left hand, and his man-cock in my right
hand; a pool of boy-spunk gathered between his feet, and a cute little face
stained with his own man-juice gazed up at him adoringly.  He looked so
strong, wise, and manly as he towered over me.  This man, my grandpa, whose
seed I had just taken into myself.  I loved this post-orgasm period of
quiet reverence for the man and cock it was my privilege to serve.  I stood
up, and bent down to pull up his trousers and shorts.  I tried to put him
back in the same state in which I'd found him - minus his spunk!

He heaved a deep sigh of resignation, "What am I going to do with you!"
And shook his head again.  "What am I going to do with you!" he repeated
despairingly.

I smiled back sweetly, trying to look as cute as possible.  Butter wouldn't
melt in my mouth - even if spunk would!  Finally, I threw my arms round his
neck, hugged him, kissed his cheek, and said hopefully, "Whatever you like,
grandpa, what ever you like," and went to put on the kettle.

	Part Two: Grandpa calls my bluff!

When dad came back from his business trip two days later, I reported my
latest success with grandpa.  Dad reckoned we needed another session, at
least, before he got used to the idea of being regularly serviced by his
horny little grandson.  Also, it had all been a bit one-sided, so far.
Grandpa had yet to voluntarily touch my cock and fondle me.  Perhaps he was
willing to have his cock sucked but wouldn't go any further, which would be
a shame.  I wanted to feel his rough hands on my smooth young body.  And
most of all, I wanted his hard soldier's prick inside my arse.  Dad was
eager to see his father-in- law in action with me and for him to witness
our dad/son shagging.  The mere thought of it got his prick stiff, and,
once again, he took me upstairs and made me service his cock with my mouth
and arse.  Throughout the sex session, he whispered all the dirty things he
and grandpa would do to me.  Geoff would film it and it would be an incest
blockbuster making me the world's first boy incest porn star!  It was a
great fantasy.  I, too, was getting more and more turned on by being
watched while I was having sex, especially by other members of the family.

My father had more news about the porno pictures and videos.  He had seen
them and they were very professionally produced.  Two of his contacts had
been knocked over by them and they were talking of a four figure sum for
these and a couple more.
  Dad played hard to get.  Seeing their enthusiasm for this new line in gay
porn, he played them off against each other and the bidding soon reached
five figures.  On the basis of this, things started to happen.  Geoff and
his two sons moved into the farmhouse with granddad and Uncle Mark. I
wondered, with a pang of jealousy, whether Justin and Jason were enjoying
the attentions of my grandfather and two horny uncles as well as their dad!
Geoff was a reformed character; more or less off the booze and working long
hours on his new-found hobby of making porn for which dad could now afford
to pay him.  (The residents of the estate were glad to see the back of the
family!)  Meanwhile, plans seemed to be afoot for foreign trips.  I
couldn't quite work out what was happening and dad wouldn't tell me which
was really irritating.  Over the next few weeks, he and I were due to go to
the Middle East (but he wouldn't say exactly where), granddad was off to
the Far East, Uncle Mark was booked for Eastern Europe and Uncle Luke bound
for Brazil!  Why this sudden flurry of foreign travel?  I knew something
big was being planned but no-one would tell me anything.  So I went back to
thinking about the next move with grandpa.

On dad's advice, I left it another two days before I sought out grandpa
again: to give him a chance to replenish his sperm banks, and recover his
friskiness.  My chance came when gran came round to spend the day with mum
clearing out the attic which gave me the opportunity to slip round to
grandpa's, knowing he would be alone, and we'd have hours to ourselves.

I went round to the back door and tried to open it, but it was locked.  I
rang the door bell and grandpa opened it.  For a moment, he just stood and
looked at me.

"Can I come in?" I asked.  He didn't answer, so I stretched out my hand and
placed it on his crotch, squeezing gently.  He sighed and stared at me.

"Please, grandpa," I begged, and moved to undo his zip.  He sighed and
opened the door wider to let me through, closing it behind us.

"I don't know .." he started to say, but I didn't let him finish.

Wrapping my arms round his neck, I planted my lips firmly against his and
kissed him passionately. Slowly, he relaxed and my tongue entered his
mouth, his beard and moustache sensuously tickling my face.  His arms came
to rest around my waist and we held each other tight.  My own little prick
had been rock hard with anticipation since I left home.  I could feel
grandpa's cock hardening in his trousers and pressing into my stomach.
Relaxing my grip on his neck, I continued to kiss and nuzzle his face,
while deftly undoing his zip and extracting his cock from his underwear.

"Let's go upstairs to my room, grandpa," I suggested.  This was a risk.  A
blow-job in the kitchen was one thing, but going to bed was another; he
might have second thoughts half way up the stairs.  I suggested the room I
slept in when I stayed, so he didn't get hung-up about doing it in his own
and grandma's bedroom.

"I'm not sure .." he mumbled unconvincingly, but I lead him upstairs by the
cock and he didn't offer any resistance.

Once in the bedroom, I made a big fuss of him, kissing and cuddling him
while I took off his clothes.  His trousers were soon round his ankles, his
shirt open revealing that gorgeous, broad, hairy chest.  I managed to get
his tie off without too much trouble and slipped off his shirt.  His
trousers wouldn't come off while he was wearing shoes, so I fell to my
knees, and slipped his rock hard grandpa cock into my mouth.  He sighed and
moaned as I worked my tongue around his manhood.  Meanwhile, I undid his
shoelaces, and, taking time out from sucking his cock, lifted each foot in
turn, I remove his shoes and socks, and slid off his trousers, followed by
his undies.  He stood naked above me, his strong, muscular body towering
over me.  I looked up at him adoringly and, sighing, pressed my face into
his hairy belly.  He had that same stern , inscrutable expression on his
face.  His hands came to rest on my head, and he ran his fingers through my
hair.

"Yes," I thought, "I've cracked it!"  Grandpa will give affection as well
as take it, with a little encouragement.

As I stood up, I removed my sweatshirt, and kicked off my trainers.  I
embraced grandpa and kissed him again.  He responded to the feel of my
smooth young skin against his hairy torso and I pressed myself against him,
his hard cock thrusting into my stomach, oozing pre-cum.  His hands
caressed my silky back and drifted down to my arse.  I had undone my jeans
but I wanted grandpa to make the move to take them off.  He massaged my
buttocks with his strong hands, then, as I was able to wriggle the zip down
using my left hand, he was able to slide his hand down the back of my
jeans. I moaned with pleasure, and letting go of his neck, slid my jeans
round my knees.  Grandpa stroked and groped my arse and I squirmed
deliciously in his arms.

Breaking away I quickly got out of my jeans and underpants, and led grandpa
to the bed.  I scrambled to the centre and lay down on my left side.  He
lay down by my side, looming over me.  I pulled him down on top of me, the
weight of his body on mine excited me so much!  I pressed myself against
him and felt his hard manhood grinding against my tummy, and mine against
his chest.

"Oh, grandpa!" I murmured ecstatically, "This is wonderful.  I love you,
grandpa."

"Huh, what am I doing, you naughty little tempter?" he said gravely,
lifting his head and stroking my cheek, running his fingers through my
hair.  I caressed his rugged head, and kissed him all over the face, and
rubbed my cheeks into his beard.

"You're so strong and handsome, I need you grandpa.  Please, use me to
satisfy yourself, and teach me how to please you," I said, in my most
wheedling tones, perhaps laying it on a little too much.

"I'm not sure I can teach you much, from what I've seen so far," he said
reprovingly.

I arched my body against his.

He growled and without smiling said, "You are a little whore and you
certainly need keeping under control."

He held me by the hair, almost hurting me.  I think the anxious look on my
innocent little face excited him.  He thrust his tongue down my throat and
ground his cock into my chest, the head was producing so much precum it was
sliding between our two writhing bodies.  This was heaven.  Grandpa wasn't
just horny he was really getting his lust up!

Should I encourage him to cum between us or try and get him to fuck me?
I'd taken the precaution of greasing my arsehole well before I left home,
so there would be no need to look for a lubricant, giving him a change to
change his mind.  He answered the question for me.  Rolling off me, he let
his hands wander over my body as I stroked his hairy chest.  His hand moved
down and self-consciously fondled my cock and balls.  It was almost as if
he couldn't believe he was doing it.

"Fondling a young boy's testicles!  What sort of a pervert am I?" he said,
darkly.

"It's okay, grandpa, I want you to do it.  I love it.  It feels wonderful.
Please don't stop!" I implored, and kissed him reassuringly, grasping his
cock and working more precum out of it.

For several minutes he took my penis in between his thumb and two fingers
and wanked me until, wriggling at the intense pleasure, frothy precum
crowned my cock.  He didn't neglect my smooth little nuts either, gently
holding and caressing them in his big rough hands.  Fearing I would cum too
soon, I pushed him on to his back and set to work on his body.

"That's great, grandpa!  I'll shoot my load if you carry on doing that!" I
gasped.

"What sort of language is that for a thirteen year old to use!" he said
rhetorically, "You know far more than a boy of your age should. 'Shoot my
load' indeed!'"

"I like talking dirty with you, grandpa.  I wank off every night, saying
out loud things like: 'grandpa's cock', 'grandpa's big spunky prick',
'shoot your fucking cum over me, grandpa'.  Will you say dirty things to
me, please?"

But he snorted and lay back on the bed.  Starting at his neck, I licked and
nibbled my way across his chest biting his nipples on the way.  He closed
his eyes and let me do as I pleased.  I worked my way down to his hairy
belly, using my tongue as effectively as I could.  As I got closer to his
cock, which was straining up to meet me, I studiously avoided it, choosing
to lick his groin and inner thighs on both sides.  He moaned and grunted
with passive pleasure, and when I hit a particularly sensitive spot, his
cock jumped and dripped more grandpa juice.  I could tell he was aching for
me to suck his cock.

Then, for the first time, I took his cock in my hand, and had a good long
look at the rigid, randy tool.  It was perfectly shaped, with a torpedo
head, and a thick but sleek shaft.  I could get my hand round the base but
it was a good handful and about 7«" long.  It was a fucker's cock!  And
I was determined it was going to fuck me.  Fuck me full of thick creamy
grandpa-spunk that tasted so good.  These horny thoughts spurred me on to
thrust his manly organ into my young soft mouth and suck it passionately.
He squirmed at my lustful onslaught, as I used all the arts at my disposal
to pleasure his throbbing manhood.  When I sensed he was nearing spunk-up,
I pulled off and made him groan with agony and ecstasy.  I did this several
times, but didn't want to risk him shooting involuntarily - not yet - so I
moved up his body and spread myself over his great torso.  He wrapped me in
his strong hairy arms and we kissed lustfully.  Then bringing up my knees I
squatted over him, and before he had a chance to realise what was
happening, I stretched my hand behind me, grabbed his cock, and in a single
movement, aimed it at my arsehole and sat back on it.

"What the hell!!" he yelled, his eyes slamming open.

But it was too late, his wet cummy cock had slid straight up my lubed
arsehole and was buried inside it up to the hilt.  I began to ride him,
slowly at first, then more vigorously.

"What the hell .. You dirty, horny little ...  where the hell did you
...Ahhh ..."  he exclaimed gasping as I ruthlessly rogered myself on his
fuck-pole.

As the surprise faded from his face, it was replaced with sheer undisguised
lust.  He decided to save the questions for later, and began to match my
riding rhythm with his own thrusts.  I lifted my hips slightly to give him
more fucking-room.  He clamped his heavy hands on my hips and started to
fuck with purpose.  I supported myself against his chest with one hand and
wanked my prick furiously with the other.

"Fuck me grandpa, please fuck me.  I need your cock inside me.  Fuck me
full of your grandpa juice.  Your juice helped make me who I am.  I need
it, grandpa, I need it!"

I was in full cry and almost out of control.  Not grandpa.

"Do you, now, you dirty, foul-mouthed little bugger.  Need it, do you?
Well, try this for size!" he spat out the words as he thrust his prick hard
into my arse.  "My grandpa meat big enough for you, is it? Need some more,
do you?  Want me to fill your little boy's arse-cunt full of man spunk, do
you?  Your grandpa's going to have to impose some discipline on you from
now on.  You're not safe to be let out.  Seducing decent, upright men into
fulfilling your filthy fantasies.  I know your game!"

Then he surprised me by lifting himself up, flipping both of us over so
that he was on top with his prick still buried in my arsehole.  I
readjusted myself by lifting my legs and attempting to wrap them round
grandpa's waist like I did with dad when he fucked me.  But granddad, now
on his knees, grabbed my ankles, spread my legs high and wide, and rammed
his cock inside me two or three times making me yelp.

"This what you want, is it?  Your grandpa's rough, hard prick shoved up
you?  Want to be your grandpa's boy-slut - or will any man with a big dick
do, you little whore!"

Grandpa then proceeded to give me a couple of minutes of hard shagging,
slamming his cock all the way up my arse until his swinging balls slapped
against my cheeks.  He then took time out to let go my ankles and slap my
arse and face quite hard.  I held his hand against my face, and lashed my
prick as he shagged me.  We growled and almost spat at one another.  I was
seeing a new side of my grandpa!

"Well, I'm the one in control now!  I'm going to fucking ride you, now, you
slut!  I'm going to plough your arse and sow my seed deep inside you," he
snarled.  The look on his face was one that I had recently become familiar
with: the look of a man out of his mind with lust and enjoying the peak of
unrestrained pleasure.  Not a nuclear explosion nor the appearance of
grandma would have put him off his stroke or stopped him from shooting his
spunk inside me.

This was driving me wild but taking me to the edge of endurance!

"Cum inside me, grandpa, please, cum inside me quickly, I can't take much
more, I'm going to shoot, I can't hold it back anymore!" I yelled.

"I'll cum when I'm good and fucking ready, you boy-whore!" he said,
slapping my arse and face.  "This is what you wanted, and this is what
you're going to get - in my own good time.  Can't take much more, eh?
Well, just try this for size!"

He then embarked on what seemed to me was an age of furious fucking,
pounding his prick in and out of me without mercy

"But grandpa, I'm cumming and I want your spunk in my arse before I cum,
please, Grandpa! I can't take anymore!  Please, grandpa, cum quickly!"  I
wailed almost hysterically.

"Tough! he spat, "You've had your own way for far too fucking long.  Now
I'm calling the shots, and you are going to do as you are fucking well told
for once.  So shut up and fucking take it!"

He lifted me higher and continued fucking with unrelenting vigour.  His
cockhead was actually leaving my arsehole completely on the downward
thrusts then slamming straight up and in to the base of his mighty shaft

"I'm cumming, grandpa, I'm cumming!" I squealed as my body twisted and
convulsed, and streams of boy-spunk shot involuntarily out of my untouched
prick.  It landed on grandpa's face throat and chest and dribbled down to
where his red-hot cock was still pistoning in and out of my increasingly
sore arsehole.

"Grandpa!  Please!  You've fucked the spunk out of me!"

"Ha!" he laughed triumphantly.  "So I have!  That'll teach you a lesson!
That'll teach you to mess with your grandpa!" he said with grim
satisfaction as he carried on ploughing my arse.

The ecstasy turned to agony as grandpa appeared tireless.  I wondered how
much longer I could carry on.  Not that I had any choice!  Suddenly, I felt
his rampaging cock expand in my arse, he paused and with a loud yell,

"Now you can have it, now you can have your fucking grandpa's juice!  Here
it cums, here it fucking cums!!"

His cock bucked and flexed.  His big balls tightened and a tidal wave of
white-hot cum surged up his penis and he shot load after load of thick
grandpa spunk right up my battered and buggered arsehole.  I clamped my
anal muscles around his spunking cock to increase his pleasure, and milked
it as best I could.

"Aah, you fucking little cock-whore!" What tricks you know! he yelled
ecstatically.

But I'd almost bitten off more than I could chew.  Grandpa had called my
bluff.  I was almost in tears as he lowered my legs and withdrew his
steaming angry red cock from my thoroughly ravished rectum.  He grabbed my
head by the hair and thrust it forward and down between his legs.

"Now clean up your grandpa's cock, you little slut.  I knew what you were
up to from the start.  I tried to discourage you but when I saw you
wouldn't be put off, I thought I'd better teach you a lesson before you
took your lust out on some other poor unsuspecting sod!  But I'll bet
you'll be back for more.  Even a good raping won't keep you satisfied for
long.  Now lick your grandpa's cock clean.  If you want your grandpa's
spunk regularly, you're going to have to earn it and do it properly.  Eat
your arse off my cock!"

I complied meekly with his demands, until his softening cock was squeaky
clean.

"That's enough or I'll get hard again and you'll want another shagging, no
doubt."

Actually and for once, I didn't.  Grandpa had taken me to the edge and my
little body, though pleasured, felt wrecked!  My mind was still reeling
from the vigour of the onslaught and I need time to recover.  I removed his
heavy, meaty cock out of my mouth and crawled up his body, laying my head
on his hairy chest.  It was coated with my drying cum, and I idly played
with his nipples as he bent his head and kissed my hair.

"That is the best fuck I've had for thirty years!  It's good to know I'm
still up to it!" he added with satisfaction, "And I've had a few in my
time," he added with a lewd leer.  "Unless I'm very much mistaken, mine
isn't the first cock you've taken.  Or the second or the third!  So I want
to know where you learnt to take cock like a sex-crazed whore!  Me and my
men could have done with your arse and mouth in Aden in the 60s when we
were stationed there for nine months and not a cunt for 20 miles around.
You would have got such a pounding you wouldn't have sat down for a year!
How would that have suited, eh?  Given a good shagging by your grandpa
captain in front of a drooling bunch of sex- starved squaddies wanking
their pricks in their fatigues.  Then being handed over to them for a 'rest
and recreation' gang-bang?  That might just about quench your lust for man-
cock."

I was suddenly quite relieved I hadn't been with grandpa then.  For the
first time, I was beginning to wonder if you could have too much of a good
thing!  Besides, a couple of dozen stiff soldiers' cocks might sound
appealing but it wasn't quite as good as your dad's, grandfathers' and
uncles' fully-charged family fuckers all trained on you at the same time!
Incest just adds that certain 'je ne sais crois' to cock-fun!
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To be continued in Chapter 17 when grandpa joins the family circle and
dad's plans for 'family sex international' begin to take shape!  Comments
and horny communications welcomed at philip255@hotmail.com