Date: Fri, 10 Nov 2000 18:48:51 GMT From: Philip Burbidge Subject: The English Boy 23 (Incest M/t) This is, ostensibly, the story of the sexual relationship between teenage boys and their fathers, other members of their families and itinerant horny adults. It is, in fact, an adult's fantasy looking back to a mythical past where he finds emotional and sexual satisfaction between his father's legs and those of most of his male relatives. It graphically describes sexual acts between family members, which are pure invention - though grounded in personal experience and wishful-thinking. It is an adult's story for adults. The 'boys' included in the story throughout are 'disguised' adults (i.e. me!) who fantasise about regressing to our early teens with what we know now! It comes, therefore, with all the usual warnings. It is not the author's intention to incite or commend incest or sex with minors. So if such material is likely to offend your sensibilities, is illegal where you live, or you are yourself under age, do not read further. I welcome comments, observations and suggestions to which I will gladly reply, especially from those who have similar tastes. Thanks to all who have sent messages, particularly the loyal band who offer their thoughts and comments as each new chapter appears. philip255@hotmail.com Chapter 23 'Admitted into Holy Orgies' The encounters with the two priests had somewhat thrown my father's plans out of kilter. But just two days before we flew off to the Middle East for our 'research trip', he decided to capitalise on the new developments and organise an introductory incest orgy for them. On Thursday evening, Fathers Hugh and Padraig arrived on time and full of nervous horny anticipation, their cocks throbbing under their cassocks. They were politely received by my grandfather and shown upstairs into the master bedroom which was commonly called 'the orgy room' or 'the family fuck room'. There, my father introduced them to my uncle Mark and Geoff and his two sons, Justin and Jason. Justin was nearly fourteen and Jason two years his junior. Since they and their dad had moved in with us we had got to 'know' each other pretty well and Geoff's 8" thick cock had become one of my favourite itching posts for satisfying that unquenchable itch in my tight velvet boy- cunt. He was also an accomplished pornographer, producing some brilliantly edited films of our incest orgies that were proving highly popular on the market. Hugh and Padraig were invited to sit on a large couch facing the huge Georgian four- poster bed. Granddad and Mark joined them. Meanwhile, my dad stood behind me, our backs to the bed just a meter or so in front of the audience. Geoff stood beside us with an arm around each of his sons, also facing our guests. They were then given a close up demonstration of 'father molesting sons'. The two dads slowly and lasciviously groped and fondled their boys, showing the audience that we all had stiff little boy-pricks imprisoned in our school trousers. They proceeded to strip us, removing our jackets, shirts and ties before turning their attentions to our nether regions. Our trousers were allowed to fall to the floor, our shoes having been removed before hand. We boys stood in front of our daddies as they slipped their big, hairy hands into our underwear and fondled our smooth little cocks and balls and bubble butts while they ground their crotches into our backs. The two priests began masturbating themselves under their cassocks, breathing heavily. Eventually, our daddies pulled down our pants and exposed our cocklets to their priestly gaze. Granddad and Uncle Mark were also getting very turned on watching the proceedings and seeing how horny it was making the priests. My dad wanked my prick ostentatiously in the priests' direction while gently pulling on my tight hairless nuts. I glanced to my left and saw that Geoff was wanking both his sons, a stiff boy-cock in each hand. On a sign from dad, we boys were turned round and the audience given a perfect view of our arses. Our cheeks were parted for their inspection and boy-pussies exposed for their perverted gratification. "I gonna fuck the shit out of that youngster's boy-cunt!" I heard granddad growl, but I don't know to which of us three boys the old lecher was referring. "You'll each get a chance to sample the goods, shortly," replied my dad, "Just enjoy the sight of a couple of hard horny daddies fondling their sons!" He then pushed me to my knees thrusting his crotch into my face. I took the cue and chewed on his dick through the trousers of his business suit - it was already rock-hard. Slowly and deliberately, I slid down the zip and pulled out his prick, wrapping my hand round it and licking the wet head. I made an exaggerated display of stroking and sucking my father's meat for the delectation of the audience and glanced round briefly to see Justin and Jason engaged in a mock fight for possession of their father's magnificent cock. "Will you just look at that, Padraig. Three sons gobbling their father's pricks as if they were the sweetest things they'd ever tasted!" whispered Father Hugh, awestruck. "To be sure, they probably are! It's filthy, disgusting, perverted and delicious! I've never seen anything so erotic in my life as boys swinging on their fathers' penises. Their real fathers' family fuck-meat! Incest! Real father-son incest! The cocks that gave them life!" replied Padraig in an ecstasy of erotic indignation and disbelief. "I want to see them take their daddies' cocks up their tight little boy-cunts. I want to see them taste their dads' spunk!" said Hugh urgently. Dad lifted me up, turned me round and poised his cock at my arsehole. "Well, Fathers, come and witness a dad shagging his son!" They didn't need a second invitation. They moved in on us three boys, their cassocks rolled up and their cocks wrapped in their hands, dripping anticipatory precum as they approached. All the men present ripped off their clothes and advanced towards us masturbating their cocks. Like an army moving in for the assault, they made a semicircle around us brandishing their pricks in our direction. We boys were surrounded by a thicket of hard man-cocks. Dad lifted me on my back on the edge of the bed, and, prising my cheeks apart placed his daddy-cock at the entrance to my arsehole and nudged it suggestively several times, taunting me and exciting the priests. "Daddy, please! Don't torment me! Push it all the way in! Push the fucker up me!" I begged, to no avail. "Come round here and watch me shove it in - slowly!" replied dad, "Watch how a daddy gives his favourite son a meat injection!" "Let me see!" said Hugh pushing forward. The two priests craned over and watched fascinated as my father teased my boy-cunt. Father Hugh grabbed dad's dick round the thick shaft as if guiding it inside me. "The fucking things throbbing with lust! Lust for his own son!" he sighed as he gave it a gentle squeeze. It jumped in his hand. Not to be left out, Padraig cradled dad's big bollocks as they swung between both our legs. They both wanted to contribute to the son-shagging. Dad pushed his cockhead just inside my arsehole and then withdrew it. He did this several times until I could bear it no longer. "Run the fucker up me!" I squealed, thrashing my head from side to side, "Just get the fucking thing up me and shag me, daddy, please!" "D'ye hear that!" the little slut is begging his dad to fuck him! Did you ever hear of such a thing!" gasped Hugh, still clutching the family fuck stick. Granddad stepped forward, held my thrashing head in his firm hands and thrust his big, mushroom-headed prick down my throat. I sucked on it as if my life depended on it to take my mind of the exquisite torment in my bowels. Dad pushed his hard, thick, glistening son-stretcher slowly up me. Finger by finger, Hugh removed his hand, and took my own little stiff prick in between his two fingers and thumb and slowly masturbated me. Dad continued to thrust in and out of my arse with slow, deep strokes so the priests got the full effect. They were beside themselves with lustful crazed disbelief. "Fucking Hell!" exclaimed Padraig, wanking his dick furiously, "He's taking his dad up the arse and his granddad in his mouth!" "A three generation incest fuck!" breathed Hugh, wanking equally hard. The priests traced the the place where my dad's cock was sliding in and out of my arse with their fingers, unable to comprehend what they were witnessing. A pretty, smooth young boy being forcefully fucked by his father while sucking off his grandfather as hard as he could and loving every moment of it. I stretched out my hands and ran my finger across my father's powerful chest and through his chest hair. I located his nipples and pinched them making his cock jump inside me. "Oh, yes, you little slut! You know how to get your daddy's juices flowing, don't you? Daddy's little cum-boy; his favourite cock-slave!" he growled. I pinched his nipples again to let him know I liked it when he talked dirty. "He likes to taste his granddad's spunk, too. Don't you, cock-sucker? Let's feed you some family cock, some good tasty granddad spunk!" added granddad thrusting his hard meat in and out of my mouth. Padraig and Hugh watched father bugger son for a few moments until they managed to tear their eyes away to see what Geoff was up to with his boys. Geoff had waited for the priest to get an eyeful of me and dad before putting on his own performance. "Would you two gentlemen care to hold my son down while I shove this hard length of daddy-cock up his tight little arse?" This was completely unnecessary as Jason had taken to his father's dick like a duck to water, but he knew it would excite the priests to think they were assisting in an act of unsurpassed depravity and eroticism - in their very limited experience. Jason was placed on the bed beside me, his legs held high and apart by his father. Padraig greased Geoff's cock liberally with KY wondering how such a small aperture could possibly cope with such a huge blunt penis. Hugh attended to Jason's arsehole, spreading copious amounts of lubricant over and inside the tight, hairless twelve year old's rectum, sliding first one finger up him and then another, to make sure he was properly prepared to received his father's manhood. The two priests performed their tasks reverently as if preparing a bride for her husband in some solemn, sacred ritual. They were anointing father and son ready for the consummation of their mutual unspeakable lust. "I'm ready for you now, daddy. Are you going to push your cock up me and give me a good fucking?" he asked, the picture of innocent and beauty. (But even in my state, with dad and granddad absentmindedly fucking my mouth and arse while they watched Geoff, I could tell Jason was laying it on just to excite the two horny men of the cloth!) Padraig and Hugh held Jason down by the shoulders and each placed a hand around Geoff's cock as he moved the thick, well-greased torpedo towards the small boy's rectum. It brushed the sides of his buttocks before it arrived at its destination and pushed them apart. Like a great battering ram about to attack the great barbican portal, the father's cock swung forward: once, twice, thrice and IN! It breached his son's defences and entered his most secret place. A great moan blending agony with ecstasy escaped the boy's lips. (I knew that feeling so well and envied him that magical moment, feeling his father's penis invade his very being. That which he feared and desired most was happening.) Once again, the two priests gazed in wonder as the father's substantial piece of incest- meat slid slowly but inexorably up his son's tight twelve year old rectum. "Yes, daddy, yes! You're up me. I can feel you. I'm so full of cock I can hardly breath!" he squealed ecstatically, "Fill me full of daddy-cock. I need it! I need it! Please give it to me, but not too hard!" Jason was delirious with physical pleasure that bordered on the unendurable. His whole body, like mine writhing next to him, was on fire, ignited by 8" of daddy-cock that was ploughing relentlessly in and out of his arsehole and caressing his soul. "There's my clever boy!" gloated Geoff, "He's taken all his dad's meat up him. Right up to my balls." And he leaned back so that everyone could see that his incest stick was buried up to his bollocks in his youngest son's arse. The thick, hard red-brown base of his cock contrasted with the white, silken smoothness of Jason's groin, his father's thick bush of pubic hair tickled his inner thighs. When it was firmly buried inside and Jason was rhythmically moving backwards and forwards on his father's cock, Justin jumped onto the bed, knelt astride his brother and stuffed his hard five inch boy-cock down his brother's throat. The incest tableau was complete. Hugh and Padraig stood back to take in the scene of dad/granddad/son and dad/son/brother incest fuckers. They each stretched out a hand and groped the smooth genitals of the two young boys being fucked as they worked their own meat. Geoff then withdrew from Jason and offered his boy-cunt to Padraig while he moved behind his eldest son and slid his dick up him - just to show there was no favouritism. "I don't know which of my sons' boy-cunts I like most. They're both so fucking tight and juicy!" he said nonchalanty, easing his cock up Justin's arse. Padraig got into his stride up Jason's boy-pussy. "He sure is tight. Tighter than young Philip's," he laughed as he fucked. The two men watched each other fucking the two brothers as Jason continued sucking Justin's cock. I was slightly annoyed by this remark, but still proud of the cocks I had taken. The two brothers were then disengaged and Father Hugh replaced Geoff's cock with his own inside Justin. The boys were subject to a vigorous holy shagging between the two priests. Having watched the proceedings with some amusement and done some discreet filming, Uncle Mark moved in on the scene. He and granddad, who had withdrawn his prick from my throat, focused their attention on Jason and Justin. Lifting the two boys' heads by the hair, they thrust their dripping dicks down their throats. Thoughtfully, and to my great satisfaction, Geoff's cock filled the vacancy in my mouth left by granddad. My dad continued with his paternal duty of giving me a good shagging, occasionally slapping my arse and beaming approvingly at the way the evening was progressing.. "Nothing like tight, young boy-cunts for getting the juices flowing, is there, gentlemen?" he commented, "Let's let them know who is in charge!" His remark was greeted by breathless and gasping agreement from the five other men present who were concentrating hard on their task of satisfying their cocks while not shooting their loads too quickly. My father increased the pace and depth of his thrusting. And so things continued for sometime with periodic swapping; the priests changed places with Mark and granddad and dad swapped with Geoff to make sure everyone got a taste of each boy-cunt. Granddad eventually got his turn up Jason's tight little hole and as he had the biggest cock with that arrogant anvil head on it, he made the boy squawk as he thrust it in. "Ha-ha! It usually makes the little buggers chirp and I've fucked younger and tighter boy-cunts than this. But it will do nicely, very nicely indeed!" crowed the sadistic old pervert. Hugh and Padraig stopped to watch the great battering ram force its way up the young boy's narrow Kyber Pass. Meanwhile, I was preoccupied with Geoff of whom I was particularly fond, and loved his thick hard, veiny cock when it was pistoning in and out of my arsehole. Dad and he did a swap and I felt his juicy 8", the same size and girth as my dad's cock, slide deliciously up my back passage. It was very pleasant but I wanted more! I let him know this by bucking my hips and clamping my arse muscles around his cock, thus inviting him to fuck me harder. He smile and winked. "So you want more cock do you? You want it harder, do you, my naughty little spunk- loving cock-slave? Well, here goes. Take my man-meat like a good and dutiful cock- son!" He plunged his cock as deep inside me as it would go and got down to some serious fucking. I yelped and clawed at his hairy chest and pinched his nipples. That made him pound my arsehole even harder. My dad, enjoying the spectacle of his son being well and truly buggered, thrust his cock down my throat. Out of the corner of my eye, I could just make out Jason, being well shagged by Fathers Padraig and Hugh. He turned to watch his father fuck me vigorously. It turned all us boys on, shagging with our daddies and watching our daddies in action. Nothing tastes better than daddy-cock and daddy- spunk. Incest is best! "That's it, Geoff, give the little bastard a good rogering. He wears me out with his insatiable lust for cock!" laughed by father. We entered the last lap. There was change and change-about, to make sure we were in the most appropriate positions to excite the priests. They wanted to see dads and sons spunk up each other! So dad returned to shag my arse and granddad to fucking my mouth. Geoff knelt across both his sons beside us on the bed while the two priests, out of their heads with lust continued to hammer away up their boy-cunts. Uncle Mark knelt next to me, ready to shoot his load over all three boys. "Right, men, are you ready to fire those spunk-guns? Padraig and Hugh want to see boys take their daddy's spunk up their arses and taste it as well. So granddad and Geoff, shoot your loads over their faces and into their mouths. I'm going to start cumming up Philip's arse and then shoot the rest over him. You two," he said, addressing the priests, "Can please yourselves!" Two minutes of furious face- and arse-fucking ensued until dad announced that he was cumming. All eyes turned to him, and he yelled at the top of his voice, "I'm pumping daddy-spunk up my son's arse! The horny little cock-slut!" I braced myself for the onslaught, bearing down on my father's spunking cock as he thrust it ever harder inside me. Two great convulsions wracked him, then he pulled out his spunking dick, like a smoking gun, and four jets of hot steaming daddy-cum rose high into the air and came to earth, splashing all over my chest and face. This was the trigger for the rest of the manly spunk-ups. Geoff unleashed a big load of cream which he managed to distribute evenly over the faces and in the mouths of his two eager offspring. They licked their lips to taste their father's spunk, the sight of which provoked powerful orgasms from the two priests who satisfied themselves by pumping their seed deep inside Jason and Justin's pussies mesmerised by the three boys' faces and bodies, streaked with their own father's semen. Not to be left out, granddad and Uncle Mark added their copious reserves of incest spunk to my dad's that covered my upper body. Mark's first jet shot across me and onto the two brothers. All the men's spunk gathered in pearly pools and reservoirs fed by sluggish streams of cream. The towering erections wilted and the last drops of cum were squeezed out of the great organs. Cum-covered cocks were wiped around sweet and satisfied young faces and thrust into soft, warm mouths. Then Dad sat on my face and Uncle Mark and Geoff sat on the two other boys' faces. Granddad grabbed my cock and began to masturbate me aggressively. Taking their cue from granddad, Padraig and Hugh did the same to Jason and Justin. We boys were forcibly held down and felt our hard little cocks taken between strong fingers and thumbs and vigorously wanked. We writhed and twisted in our darkness, seeking relief by thrusting our tongues deep into the sweaty, hairy arses that were almost suffocating us. We thrashed and moaned as this delicious torment was inflicted on us. Granddad brought me almost to a climax but refused to take me over the edge. The sadistic old bastard! As he brought me close again I screamed into dad's arsehole. He edged forward and thrust his heavy balls into my mouth. I sucked on his left bollock for dear life, swirling it around in my mouth with my tongue. I felt my boy- spunk boil in my balls, rise up my dick and rocket into the air. It was greeted with a loud cheer, followed a few seconds later by a second and third volley, announcing the orgasms of Justin and Jason. We all fell back on the bed, exhausted, a mangled pile of arms and legs and sweaty, spunk covered torsos: three pretty little boys with sore but satisfied boy- pussies and six rough hairy men with spent spunky cocks and empty hairy balls. As we rested and replenished our sperm banks, the two priests exchanged fantasies about a church choir full of pretty young boys, trained by their fathers to give complete sexual satisfaction. My dad reckoned he could round up about ten boys, especially now his nephew, Peter, my Uncle Luke's son, seemed to have developed a taste for family fun. Now, for those of you who have followed this family sex saga, Uncle Luke has been conspicuously absent in this chapter. But the horny policeman and great orchestrator of family orgies suddenly found himself with more urgent business to attend to, following his son's inadvertent witnessing of a shagging session between myself and my black school friend, Leroy. Rather than recount the episode myself, I will let Peter tell you in his own words in Chapter 24, coming soon! philip255@hotmail.com