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                        THE FUQUITS:
                Fylicia's Birthday Gangbang

                   by Russell Hoisington

This is a humorous erotic fantasy and is the third story
in this series.  If you believe something this absurd is
real, then you are in serious need of psychiatric help.
The characters and the situation are purely imaginary, and
this story is NOT intended to be a guide for actual
behavior.  Any similarities between this story and actual
people (or actual events you should be ashamed) of are
purely coincidental.  If it is illegal in your part of the
world to access and read erotic fiction, or if you are
underage, or if you don't like underage sex stories, or
you're some kind of religious nut, then you should stop now
and go read something else.

This story is copyright 2006 by Russell Hoisington. 
Please do not remove the author information or make any
changes to this story.  You may post freely to non-
commercial (free) sites, or in the free area of commercial
sites.  That does NOT mean that these stories are in the
public domain, nor does it mean that I give permission for
you to use them in spam advertising.  I reserve the right
to determine what is "spam advertising" by MY definition,
not yours or anyone else's.

Thank you for your consideration.

My sincerest thanks to Denny Wheeler for editing this
story.  And Tim, since you had to wait so long for me to
finish it, this one's for you.

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                        THE FUQUITS:
                Fylicia's Birthday Gangbang

     Phyllis Fuquit gazed lovingly at the look of fervent
anticipation on her sixth-grade daughter's face.  Fylicia
had obviously guessed why the family meeting had been
called.  "Okay," she said, using her fingers in a futile
attempt to straighten her daughter's shoulder-length blonde
hair.  "I know you've already thought of an answer.  What
do you want for your twelfth birthday?"

     Fylicia's face lit up like an arc light in a power
surge.  "I want a gangbang."

     Phyllis' hand froze in mid-air and she blinked three
times, as if not comprehending what she had heard.

     "YEAH!" chortled Franklin Frederick Fuquit the Fifth,
better known to his fifth-grade classmates as Freddie, from
his position on the floor beneath his sister.  "You can
invite Melissa Haversham and Tammy Green and Jennie Goodall
and Carlotta Martin and....OW!"

     Fylicia had reached between her legs, grabbed Freddie
by his nutsies, and rose on her knees, lifting herself off
his wide, four-inch-long dickie.  His red eyebrows crushed
together in a frustrated frown, and he humped the air
wildly as she looked over her shoulder and glared down at
him.  "It's MY birthday, shitface.  I want to invite BOYS
for ME."

     Phyllis put on her stern-but-loving-mother look. 
"Language, dear," she cautioned.

     "Sorry," Fylicia said as she turned a pleading face
to Franklin Frederick Fuquit the Fourth, known to the world
in general as Frank but to Phyllis as Superstud, to Fylicia
as Monsterdickie, and to Freddie as The 365-Day-A-Year
Santa Claus (366 in Leap Years).  Fylicia reached for the
Monster with her free hand and cupped it over the head,
where the foreskin bunched up to repeatedly kiss her hand
as her mother slowly jacked him off.  "PLEASE, Daddy?"

     "Sis?" Freddie asked.

     "Well, I don't know," her father said.  "You know how
most of the boys in your school talk.  We couldn't get
enough of them together at one time to satisfy you without
risking getting at least one who would run his mouth off
and get the do-gooders snooping around again."

     "Sis?"

     "Why not ask Bud to set it up?" Phyllis asked as she
paused to move Superstud's balls back into proper
horizontal alignment.  "I'm sure he could get Faith to loan
Fylicia some of her boyfriends."

     "SIS!"

     Fylicia snorted and looked down at the expression on
his face.  "Oh," she said, releasing his nutsies.  His
dickie was now soft from the pain.  "Get it up again and
you can put it back in," she said before returning her
attention to her father.  He was reaching for the phone on
the end table.

     "Michigan boys okay with you?" he asked.  He already
knew the answer, but it was polite to ask, and a good
father always taught his children politeness by example.

     "You bet!"

     Frank grinned at her eagerness, punched in the
number, hummed with the pleasure being provided to the
Monster for a moment, and then spoke.  "Bud?  It's your
favorite brother."

     "_Floyd?_" Francis Fenwick Fuquit, known to everybody
as Bud, asked.

     "It's Frank, you asshole!" he said with a laugh.

     Phyllis stopped stroking long enough to shake her
free forefinger at him.  "Language, dear," she cautioned in
a patient-but-caring voice.

     "Listen," Frank continued, ignoring his wife's
comment but cranking up the power to the vibrating egg
buried inside her honey hole, causing her to wriggle and
giggle.  "I need a favor."

     "_Fuck you.  You haven't paid back the last five
favors._"

     "It's not for me, it's for Fylicia."

     "_Whatever she wants, it's hers._"

     "I knew you'd agree.  She wants a gangbang for her
birthday.  We can't do it here, not after that ninth
birthday incident.  I thought maybe Faith would loan her
some of her boyfriends."

     "_Then you don't want a favor from me, you want it
from Faith.  Wait a sec._"  Bud cupped his hand over the
mouthpiece.  Frank heard a muffled, "_Hey, Faith!  Spit
that dick out and talk to your Uncle Frank.  On second
thought bring him with you.  Hey!  What's your name?_"

     Fylicia suddenly closed her eyes and sighed with
pleasure as Freddie slid to the hilt inside her juicy
cuntie.  Frank grinned, then heard the sound of the other
phone changing hands.

     "_Uncle Frank?  How's it hanging?_"

     "Hanging?  It's standing up like a telephone pole at
the mere thought of you."

     Faith Frances Fuquit laughed, a sound as clear and
honest and pure as crystal wind chimes in a gentle breeze. 
"_You keep telling lies like that and I'll let you use it
in me._"  She moaned and began a soft, rhythmic grunting. 
"_Oh, god, that feels good_," she murmured.

     "You talked me into you," Frank said and explained
the problem while Faith continued to grunt in time with the
pistoning Frank could envision in her tight, lightly-haired
play-pit.

     "_Sure.  How about twelve, one male 'candle' for each
year?  Wait a sec.  Hey, um....  Carl?_"

     "_Charlie,_" panted a young male voice from a point
near the mouthpiece.

     "_Yeah, Charlie.  You wanna be in a gangbang for my
cousin's twelfth birthday?_"

     "_Why not?_"

     "_Uncle Frank?  One down and--oh GODDDDD...._"  She
moaned into the mouthpiece as she came.  She gasped for a
few seconds and said,  "_Damn, he's good.  Fy will love
him.  So will Aunt Phyllis._"

     "Great!  Don't wear him out beforehand.  Put Bud back
on the phone.  Love you!"

     "_I love you, too.  Here's Daddy.  Oh GOD, Carl!_"

     "_Charlie._"

     "_Whoever._"

     After a moment Bud answered.  "_Now what?_"

     "Not 'what,' but  'where?'  You want to use the cabin
or your basement?"

     "_Cabin.  Fewer neighbors and none will care._"

     Satisfied that nothing remained but the details,
Fylicia turned her attention back to her brother, who was
merrily thrusting up into her tight cuntie again.  "Don't
worry, Freddie.  Faith will be there, and probably Fawn and
Aunt Frances, too.  You know how they like to have you do
them."

     Freddie's hips stilled and his voice was almost
pleading.  "But I get to do you, too, don't I?"

     Fylicia grinned and squeezed her brother's hard, wide
invader with her cuntie muscles.  "Always," she said and
turned to shove her tongue down his throat just the way he
liked.

                           ~ ~ ~

     After his father leveled the Cessna over Lake
Michigan, Freddie unbuckled his seatbelt and scooted
forward to look at the altimeter.  "Take it higher, Dad,"
he pleaded.  "Fylicia and I want to join the Mile High Club."

     "I can't, son."  Dad sounded truly disappointed about
Freddie's loss.  "There's a lot of traffic today.  This is
where Air Traffic Control put us, and we have to stay here."

     "SHIT!"

     "Language, dear," Mom murmured in a stern-but-
distracted tone, toying with the diamond pendant of her
necklace without taking her eyes from the sailboats below
her window.

     "You can join the Half-Mile High Club," Dad said.

     Freddie grinned at that great idea.  He turned to ask
Fylicia if it was okay with her, but she was already
slipping her shorts and panties off over her shoes. 
Seconds later she was on her back and her slick little
hairless cuntie was gripping his thrusting dickie.

     Frank turned to look back at the two kids merrily
rutting away.  He gently squeezed his wife's thigh through
the leg of her Bermuda shorts, drawing her back from her
reverie about the sailboats below.  When she turned to
smile at him, he jerked his head to indicate the back seat
action.  "Isn't love wonderful?" he asked.

     Phyllis put her hand over his and tenderly caressed
it.  She looked over her shoulder at her son pounding
steadily into her half-naked daughter, who had one foot
braced in the corner of the bench seat next to Freddie's
camera and the other on the floor of the plane.  "Don't put
your shoes on the seat, dear."

                           ~ ~ ~

     Frank landed on the cabin owners' private airstrip
and taxied to the tie-downs in front of Bud's Jeep.  Bud
and Faith sprang from the vehicle, Faith fastening her
shorts and Bud wiping fingers on the leg of his.  Bud was
five years older than Frank, but he looked like Frank's
twin, with only a few lines at the corners of his eyes and
his receding hairline to give away the age difference.

     Faith shoved her tongue into Frank's mouth and groped
the Monster while Bud bent Phyllis backward in a dramatic
kiss, simultaneously squeezing one of her tits.  Then he
swapped spit with Fylicia while Faith did the same with
Phyllis.  Bud swooped Freddie up for a big hug while Faith
and Fylicia tongue-dueled.  Finally, Faith fondled
Freddie's trouser-treasure and shoved her tongue down his
throat while Bud and his brother shook hands and hugged
each other.

     "Where's Sis?" Frank asked as Bud pulled back and
gave Phyllis an appraising eye.  Phyllis gave him a
lascivious grin and straightened the collar of his shirt.

     "She's bringing a van with Fawn, Felix, and all the
boys. Faith and I drove up last night to take care of some
minor repairs and air out the cabin.  We finished
decorating it before we came to pick you up.  It'll be
perfect for my favorite niece."

     His favorite niece had a hand up Faith's blouse,
twiddling the older girl's nipples, and a tongue down her
throat again while Freddie's hand up Faith's shorts leg
fingerfucked her.  "If we can break that up, we'll get your
bags onto the jeep and go back to the cabin."

     They piled the bags on the luggage rack and
themselves into the vehicle.  Freddie and Phyllis took the
back seat, while Bud and Frank took the front.  After
Freddie shoved his camera under the seat, Fylicia climbed
into his lap.  Faith adjusted the Monster before climbing
onto Uncle Frank's lap.  She wiggled to settle it in her
crack.  "I can't wait to get the Monster in me," she cooed.

     They caught up on family affairs on the five-mile
drive.  Near the cabin a laughing and screaming teenager
burst naked from the trees and dashed across the road on
long, shapely legs.  Her full tits bounced wildly about,
and the jet black hair of her head and her crotch made her
pale skin seem all the whiter.  Two naked teenaged boys
erupted from the same spot and dashed after her, their
erections bobbing and weaving.  All three vanished into
more woods.

     "Who the fuck was that?" Frank asked in amazed
interest, a hint of lust coloring his voice.

     "Language, dear," Phyllis said in a chiding-but-also-
interested voice.

     Bud grinned at his brother.  "Remember the Murchison
girl?"

     Frank was dumbfounded.  "That scrawny little
snaggletoothed kid?  That was her?"

     Bud nodded and refocused on the road.  "They grow up
fast."

     Frank squeezed the small mounds in his hands and
tweaked the hard nipples.  "They sure do."

     Faith giggled and wiggled her butt.  "Hurry up,
Daddy.  I can't wait to get this in me.  You're okay, but
Uncle Frank's is out of this world."

     "There's nothing wrong with your father's boner,
dear," Phyllis admonished in a authoritative-but-admiring
voice.

     "There sure isn't!" Fylicia gasped, clamping her
cuntie around Freddie's finger and cumming.

     Faith looked over her shoulder at her cousins. 
"Don't wear her out before the party," she warned.  "These
are some horny guys I got lined up.  They're gonna want
plenty of her."

     "Don't worry about that, sweetcheeks," Frank
murmured, nuzzling her ear.  "Fylicia would still be going
strong hours after you, Sis, and Aunt Phyllis have quit
from exhaustion."

     Faith tilted sideways so that she could look into her
uncle's eyes.  "You think so?"

     "I know so."

     Faith considered that for a moment.  "It's Fy's
birthday, so it's her gangbang this time.  But the next
time you visit, maybe we'll have us a bang-off to see just
who lasts the longest."

     "YEAH!" said Freddie.

                           ~ ~ ~

     The cabin had a kitchen at one end and a large
bedroom and bath at the other.  The middle area had two
folding dividing walls.  The dividers were pushed back,
creating one large room.  Although it had been an unusually
warm spring, the air conditioning wasn't necessary.  With
all the windows open, screened to keep out the biting deer
flies, and with a few fans running, the cabin was
comfortable.  Sturdy tables and benches currently occupied
the central area.  A small table to the side held a cooler,
a covered cake, paper plates, and plastic cups and
utensils.  Folding chairs lay stacked against one wall.

     While Bud and Freddie placed the folding chairs and
Phyllis aligned them with a surveyor's precision, Frank
fucked Faith on the trio of king-sized mattresses that
formed the family bed.  After she came, he pulled his
unfired weapon out of her stretched play-pit and carried
her into the main room.  Phyllis and a purring Faith took
Fylicia into the bedroom to prepare her.  The menfolk
checked the refreshments and set up the love swing, love
chair, and love table.  The van arrived a half-hour later. 
All but Fylicia went out to greet the arrivals.

     None of the boys, aged twelve to sixteen, seemed
surprised at being greeted by a group of naked people. 
While the rest of the family hugged, kissed, and groped,
Faith turned to the twelve boys.  "All right," she said,
"we've set up that tent," she pointed over her shoulder in
a manner that suggested she thought the boys were too
stupid to realize the only tent in the area was ten feet in
front of them, "in case it rains.  Drop your clothes in
there and they'll stay dry.  If you need to take a leak, go
do it after you strip.  When everybody's ready we'll wash
your dicks and then we'll bring out the Birthday Girl.  We
won't waste introductions until then.  All right, get
moving!  The longer you screw around, the longer you have
to wait until the screwing starts!"

     Bud turned a frown to his brother. "Ever notice how
bossy the women in this family are?"

     "You bet."  Frank wrapped an arm around Phyllis's
waist and gave her a loving squeeze.  "That's why I married
an outsider."

     Bud shook his head in confusion.  "You told me you
married Phyllis because there weren't enough sisters to go
around."

     Phyllis turned a raised eyebrow to him.  Frank gave
her a look of innocence.  "Who are you going to believe: 
the man who married you, or someone who's never told the
truth in his life?"

     "So," the former Phyllis Phoebe Phipps said, peeling
his arm from her waist and stepping away.  "Bud was lying
when he said I was beautiful?  He was lying when he said I
was sweet?  When he said I was charming?  When he said I
was the most loveable person he knew who didn't live under
his roof?  When he said you're lucky to have me?  You're
saying none of that is true?"  She snuggled up to Bud's
unoccupied side, opposite Fran.

     Frances Faith Fuquit gave her youngest brother a smug
grin and reached for the oldest's dick.

     "Well, I, uh, I...."

     "Frank," Bud said, "you can't win."

     "Better listen to him, baby brother," Fran said.

     "Yeah.  You're right."  He looked down to speak to
Freddie, but his son wasn't there.  Frank glanced around. 
Ten-year-old Fawn and eight-year-old Felix had shucked
their clothes and were banging away doggie style in front
of the van.  Freddie was on his knees in front of Fawn,
eyes gleaming as she deep-throated him.  "Excuse me, son,
but could you please check on your sister?  See if she
needs anything before the party starts in a few minutes?"

     "Sure!" Freddie said, pulling his dickie out of
Fawn's mouth and leaping to his feet.

     He ran toward the cabin, but stopped when his father
said, "No sex.  You both have to wait until the party
starts."

     Freddie's shoulders slumped and his head drew back in
aggravation.  "Awww, MAN!"

     "Hurry back!" Fawn gasped as Felix grabbed her hips
and doubled his rate, slamming into her tunnel with furious
speed.  "My mouth's empty."  She looked up at Frank, a
pleading look in her eyes.  "You could let me use the
Monster until he gets back," she suggested.

     Frank bent over to pat her head.  "Sorry, Foxy, but
I'd be shooting off in seconds inside that sweet little
mouth of yours.  I have to save this load for Fylicia."

     Fawn Fox Fuquit looked disappointed for all of two
seconds and then threw her head back and moaned in orgasm.

     Frank smiled at the sight and then turned to Phyllis.
She, too, was smiling at the way Felix was selflessly
attending to his sister's needs.  Then she shuddered with
her own climax as Bud's hand, coming in from behind her
firm, rounded ass, stroked her clit while his other hand
teased a nipple.  Fran stopped pumping Bud's rod and nodded
approval at her son's selflessness.

     Frank himself was ready to cum, but it was almost
time for the party to begin.  And, as he'd told Fawn, he
was saving that load for Fylicia.

     The boys had begun emerging from the tent.  Faith
wrote consecutive numbers on their left arms as they
stepped up to her and copped a few feels.  After she marked
number twelve she announced, "Line up in order at the wash
table.  You might as well get used to doing things in the
order I've assigned."

     Frank couldn't help adding a silent, "Especially if
she marries one of you."  Any of them would consider that
an equitable cost for permanent access to his niece's
sweet, sweet pussy.

     Bud glanced down at his two children.  "Inside.  It's
time."

     "S... sure is," gasped Fawn.  She came again.  While
she hung her head and shook, Felix Fenton Fuquit gave his
dad a wide grin of accomplishment.  Bud gave him a thumbs-
up of approval.

     With Phyllis, Fran, Fawn, and Faith all assuming
washing duties, it was no time until twelve clean, erect
dicks were ready for action.  Then Frank, Bud, Felix, and
Freddie, who had just returned from the cabin, had their
turn.  Faith insisted on washing the Monster.  She used
such a gentle, soft touch that Frank almost shot a load
onto her face.  But that would have to wait until later,
after Fylicia's own bukkake session.

     Faith resumed her role as Drill Sergeant.  "Okay,
everybody inside and stand behind your chair."

     The boys all rushed for the door.  Most had full
erections; the rest were at various angles.

     Inside, after everyone was standing behind the seat
marked with the appropriate name or number, Faith resumed. 
"Dad and Uncle Frank will now present the Guest of Honor. 
You will give her two kisses: one up, one down.  She in
turn will give you a down kiss.  DON'T CUM!  I'll be pissed
off if you cum too soon."

     Frank restrained a grin as he followed Bud to the
bedroom door.  He was sure each had heard that last warning
before and understood the consequences:  no more pussy for
a year.  Freddie's grinning face said that he'd had the
same thought as his dad.

     "Ladies and gentlemen," Faith announced, "our
Birthday Guest of Honor, Fylicia Frances Fuquit!"

     The room reverberated with gasps, murmurs, and low
whistles as the two men, their erections preceding them,
emerged.  Fylicia sat facing to the side atop a gold-
trimmed white cloth that draped to either side of a
platform between them.  Every dick in the room went fully
erect at the sight.

     Fylicia wore a harem costume of sheer white silk that
emphasized the allure of the nude body showing through. 
Light blue bands enclosed the billows at her neck, wrists,
and ankles and matched the touch of eye shadow she wore.  A
barely visible, darker eye liner accentuated the hazel eyes
that gleamed with unbridled lust.  Her blonde hair had been
pulled back in a vertical roll at the back and seemed to
glow as brightly as the lights in the diamonds of her gold-
and-silver-braided tiara.

     She sat with her legs crossed at the ankles in front
of her, exposing her smooth, bare cuntie in the crotchless
harem trousers below the hands that held a dozen red roses
at her waist.  Her erect clittie peeked out between puffy,
slightly gapped lips glistening with moisture.  Hardened
nipples rose from her flat chest and peered through the
sheer silk like small pink eyes.  Clear polish made her
finger and toe nails shine as brightly as her wide, carnal
smile.  Frank and Bud stopped, positioning her at the head
of the table facing her admirers.

     Freddie was the first to wish a Happy Birthday to,
and then tongue-duel with, his sister.  He then kissed and
slurped her sweet honeybox.

     Dad and Uncle Bud lowered the platform so that she
could give his hard little dickie a big kiss and a suck,
complete with the tongue-swirl around the head just the way
he liked it.  Felix was next, and then the boys in
numerical order.  Mom, Aunt Fran, Faith, and Fawn followed.
Then the two men sat the platform on a pair of supports,
detached and put away the carrying rails, and also paid
homage to the Birthday Guest of Honor.

     Mom dished out ice cream while Aunt Fran carved the
cake, shaped like a naked man.  Fylicia got the most
important piece.  Freddie cringed when Aunt Fran cut it
off.  Faith and Fawn poured soft drinks.  The food
disappeared quickly because the boys were eager to satisfy
other appetites.

     The Mistress of Ceremonies rose and moved to the head
of the table, where she first bowed to her cousin.  "Okay,
here are the rules," she announced, looking to see that she
had everyone's attention.  She glared at Number Nine, who
was whispering to Number Ten until he noticed the silence
and looked around.  When he saw people looking at him, he
turned to Faith.

     "We have some very sharp knives here, Drew, and all
we really need is your dick.  Comprende?"

     Drew didn't know whether she was joking, but from the
look on her face he knew he didn't want to find out.  He
nodded with a sheepish look.

     "Candles, please rise."  The twelve boys stood up. 
The candles were, indeed, risen.  "Birthday Queen Fylicia,
allow me to present the Birthday Candles for your gangbang
pleasure."  She started around the table in order.  "Mark,
Sam, Timmy Jones, Carl.... 

     "Charlie," he corrected.

     "Whoever.  Bobby, DeWayne, Tommy, Timmy Brasfield,
Drew, Alan, Chris, and Danny.  First on the agenda is the
rest of dessert."  Faith held up a small ice cream scoop. 
"You will notice that we have plenty of vanilla ice cream
left.  You will, in turn, eat one scoop of frozen ice cream
out of the Birthday Ice Queen Cone, after which you are
expected to provide warm liquid 'cream' for her dining
pleasure."

     Eyes shot among the group and a low murmur emerged. 
Faith waited for their attention to return.  Finally she
announced, "The longer you talk, the longer it will be
before you get any."

     "Sorry," a few mumbled, and then silence reigned.

     "I doubt you'll need us at first, but throughout the
afternoon Mom, Aunt Phyllis, Fawn, and I will act as
fluffers.  This is important:  do NOT cum in anyone except
Queen Fylicia!  If something happens and you can't hold
back, then dump it in any hole she doesn't have in use at
the time.  But when you finish, you'll be moved to the last
position, the new number twelve, from then on.  And I will
be VERY pissed off."

     Frank and Freddie translated that as "No pussy ever
again."  Twelve faces signalled agreement.

     After determining that there were no questions, Faith
had Mark move forward.  The others moved the tables against
the wall and arranged the chairs in a semicircle.  Phyllis
and Fran dumped the trash into a large plastic garbage bag
and took fluffers' seats to the side, along with Fawn. 
Freddie and Felix sat cross-legged on the floor in front of
them.

     Bud placed a tall stool beside Fylicia and put the
ice cream on it.  Then he and Frank each took a leg and
turned the Birthday Queen upside down, exposing the bare
cuntie in the crotchless harem trousers.  She wriggled and
screamed as Faith put a scoop of the semi-soft treat onto
the opening of her hot little box.  "Better hurry," Faith
said to Mark, "or it will all melt."

     Mark hurried.  In less than a minute Bud and Frank
flipped the giggling Fylicia upright.  She wrapped her
small hand around Mark's throbbing tool and pumped twice
before sliding her mouth around it.  Mark groaned and
spewed less than ten seconds later.  Fylicia sucked until
he pulled out, swallowed, and looked a little disappointed.
Mark looked embarrassed.

     Faith hugged him shoulder and kissed him.  "Don't
worry, it's your first chance to get off.  All of you
should shoot quickly.  This is just to drain you now so you
can last longer later.  Sam!"

     Mark looked somewhat relieved as he returned to his
chair.  The other guys gave him thumbs-up gestures or
fives, as well as envious looks.  Nobody made any quick-
draw remarks because each knew he would face the comments
of his fellow studs if he got off as quickly.

     Sam quickly dispatched his dessert, shoving his
tongue deep into her cuntie to make sure he didn't miss any
of his treat, and fed Fylicia hers.  The twelve-year-old
had a pecker half the size of Freddie's, but Fylicia wasn't
complaining as she sucked it into her mouth and began a
mixture of head-bobbing and tongue-swirling that brought
the boy off in less than half a minute.  When he withdrew,
Fylicia stuck out her tongue to display the boy's small
load and then grinned and swallowed it.

     "Timmyjay!"

     Timmy Jones decided he wasn't going to wait for his
dick sucking.  After Faith dropped the scoop of ice cream
into the squealing Fylicia, Timmyjay scurried around to the
other side of the platform and pushed his erection down to
Fylicia's mouth with one hand as he braced himself with the
other.  He lowered his face into her cuntie-cone, and both
began slurping.  He held off shooting until he had licked
all the melted treat out of her cuntie and licked her to an
orgasm.

     "Wow!" sighed Fylicia as Timmyjay had his tonsils
licked by Faith in admiration.

     "If you can get this thing up tomorrow afternoon, you
bring it to me," Faith whispered before holding up his
hand.  "Ladies and gentlemen, the first candle to light up
the Birthday Queen!"

     The applause from candles four through twelve was
brief at best.  They wanted their turns as quickly as
possible.

     "Carl!"

     "Charlie," he said, standing up.

     Faith shrugged.  "You wanna argue names or get your
dick sucked?"

     Number Four opted for the latter.  He also opted for
Timmyjay's position.  Fylicia came second, but only by
seconds.

     As Timmyjay received his brief applause, Freddie
noticed a steady wet sound behind his head.  He turned to
look up at Cousin Fawn.  Her eyes were glazed as she
rapidly fingered her clittie.  Freddie was a firm believer
in the rule that said a ten-year-old boy shouldn't let a
ten-year-old girl stay horny.  He turned and pushed her
knees wider.  She scooted her butt forward, putting her
swollen cuntie where Freddie could kiss and lick
everything.  He planted a big kiss on her yawning slit.  He
said, "I love you, Cousin Fawn," and began lashing her
aching clittie with his tongue.

     Phyllis turned to Fran.  "Look," she said.  Both
turned eyes to Freddie slurping away as his cousin's twat
while gently playing with her sensitive little nipples. 
"Isn't he the sweetest little gentleman, putting his
cousin's needs before his own?" she asked with heartfelt
pride.

     "You've raised him right," Fran agreed.  She watched
for a moment and then leaned forward to speak in a quiet
voice to Freddie.  "I'm next."

     The second dessert course proceeded quickly through
Number Nine.

     Candle Number Ten, the fifteen-year-old Alan, opted
to eat his ice cream first and then have his candle blown
out by an upright Fylicia.  "I want to concentrate on each
one without distraction," he said to the Birthday Queen. 
He continued licking after the ice cream was gone until
Fylicia came.  It was a huge orgasm for her.  Her father
and Uncle Frank had trouble controlling her kicking legs as
she shrieked in delight.

     "Shit, that was GOOD!" she moaned after she was
flipped upright.

     "Language, dear," gasped her mother in a concerned-
but-distracted tone before cumming herself, thanks to
nephew Felix's tongue and his pistoning fist.

     Fylicia gave Alan the best knob-polishing she could
manage while gasping around his large tool.  It wasn't as
big as Monsterdickie, but it was bigger than Uncle Bud's. 
He unleashed a huge load.  She choked on it and coughed
some cum out her nose.  Alan was profusely apologetic, but
Fylicia waved him off.  "We just got started early on the
bukkake," she said with a big grin.

     After Faith presented Alan for his applause she
pumped his limp tool twice and whispered, "Bring this to me
tomorrow afternoon and you won't be sorry."  Then she
scooped the cum off Fylicia's face with her tongue and fed
it to the Birthday Queen.  Fylicia plunged her fingers
between the narrow bands of dark fur framing her cousin's
slit and began jacking the hard, wet clittie the way she
would Freddie's dickie.  Faith shuddered and came.  The
Birthday Queen looked immensely pleased with herself as
Faith stood on wobbly legs and called forward Chris, Number
Eleven.

     Chris opted for the sixty-nine cone, but as Fylicia
pulled down on his erection, even before he could get his
face into her cuntie, he began spewing.  Fylicia had it in
her mouth in an instant.  He dropped his face into the ice
cream cuntie and moaned.  Fylicia continued to suck while
he ate his dessert.  He licked until the Queen had a small
orgasm.

     Faith did not look happy with Chris when he rose from
his treat.  Fourteen-year-old Danny argued that he should
move up to Number Eleven, making Chris the new Number
Twelve.  Faith seemed ready to agree, but the Birthday
Queen spoke first.

     "The rules said he had to cum in me.  Well, he did. 
I swallowed all but the first squirt.  And he did it when
it was his turn, plus he got me off."  She scooped the
first squirt off her cheek and swallowed it.

     Danny resumed arguing.

     "The Queen has spoken," Faith announced.  "Her
decision is final."  She took Chris' deflated dingle in her
hand and gave it a twist.  "Don't call me.  I'll call you,"
she whispered in a snarl.

     Chris returned to his seat, both heads down.

     "Number Twelve," Faith seemed to emphasize the number
slightly, "Danny."

     Danny began to argue his case again after Fylicia was
on her back and Faith had dropped in the ice cream.  Faith
glared at him.  "You wanna eat your ice cream or go home? 
It's a long walk home to that virgin girlfriend you have
the hots for, and it's even longer with a hardon, knowing
that she won't do anything about it for you."

     Danny clenched his fists and glared back.  Fuming, he
slammed his mouth around the lump of ice cream and sucked
it into his mouth.  He left the melted remnants in
Fylicia's cuntie as he signaled with rapid hand movements
for Frank and Bud to flip her upright.  He thrust his
erection at her face with a violent jerk of his hips. 
"Well?  Get sucking!  We don't have all day.  Everyone's
waiting."

     Freddie noticed the frown on Fylicia's face before
she swallowed the fourteen-year-old's pecker, which was
barely the size of Freddie's own rampant ramrod.  He
noticed Cousin Faith's face and wondered if his was the
same shade of red.

     When Danny pulled his flaccid member out of Fylicia's
face and glowered at Faith enroute to his seat, Freddie saw
Fylicia spit out Danny's load.  Fylicia had to be DAMNED
pissed off if she spit out a wad.  Now his face was redder
than Faith's.  He frowned in thought and didn't hear the
first time Faith called his name.  The second time she
called it, he looked at Faith and saw her beckon.

     He opted for the sixty-nine cone.  He had things to
do, but he needed to please his sister before he could do
them.  While Fylicia shivered, squealed, and wriggled with
the ice cream in her cuntie, he bent until his face was
close to hers.  "Happy birthday, Sis.  I love you."

     She gasped her thanks and her love as the ice cream,
still semi-solid but not as cold as it had been at the
start, tingled.

     Freddie lapped at the dessert, not stopping until it
was all gone and Fylicia had cum again.  She wasn't a
moment too soon.  She sucked on his wide four inches until
it was completely soft.  He didn't think he'd squirted very
much after all the times he'd cum so far.  "Was it enough?"
he asked in a worried whisper.

     Fylicia smiled and nodded.  "It was perfect."

     Freddie grinned and used his fingertips to enclose
the small, pointed nipples that were the only elevation on
her flat chest.  He lightly twisted them around her points
in a gentle caress that made her moan with delight, kissed
her clitty one more time, and moved alongside Cousin Faith.

     Cousin Faith grinned at him, licked some ice cream
off his cheek, and shoved her tongue down his throat almost
as good as Fylicia did.  He waited while she announced
Felix and then motioned for her to bend down so he could
whisper in her ear.  They talked while Felix, who was too
short for the sixty-nine cone, first ate his ice cream and
then had his dickie sucked.

     Danny, it seemed, indeed had a virgin girlfriend. 
Faith said that Debbie was the most important person in
Danny's life.  "Except, of course, when he's horny and
needs relief.  Then whoever's willing to give it to him
becomes the most important person until his balls are
emptied."

     "And he's dating a girl who won't do him?"  The very
idea was more than Freddie could comprehend.

     "No.  She's one of those religious nut jobs who are
afraid of sex."

     Freddie nodded.  It sounded to him very much like
Reverend Meeks and his wife.  "Then why does he go with her
instead of somebody who'll put out?"

     Faith shrugged.  Freddie liked the way it made her
titties move, even if they were too small and firm to
bounce and wiggle.  "I guess because it's because he's an
asshole.  Usually he behaves when he gets laid.  I don't
know what's the matter with him today.  He said he'd
behave.  Anyway, girls do not want to put up with him when
he's not horny.  Except for Debbie.  I have NO idea what
she sees in him, except that he pretends to agree with her
ideas."

     "Huh.  Sounds to me like they deserve each other."

     Faith stole a glance at Danny, who was glowering at
Fylicia.  Freddie saw the look and was just able to
understand the nasty things he was saying to Drew about
her.  Freddie wanted to get a running start and kick Danny
in the balls just as hard as he could.  But the results
wouldn't last long enough; not after the way he'd treated
Fylicia.  He had to do something worse to the jerk.

     "Debbie treats people almost as bad when she doesn't
like them," Faith said.  "She saw Billy Deavers kiss Mandy
Athlow good night--the only time he ever kissed her--and
told everybody that they were 'having wanton carnal
knowledge'."

     "What's that mean?"

     "Fucking like rabbits.  Or like you and me.  So word
spreads about Mandy, who's only slightly less uptight than
Debbie.  Next thing you know her parents have her in a
private all-girls school."

     Freddie's mouth hung open.  "Just for KISSING?"

     "Yeah.  I don't think Debbie has ever kissed Danny,
though they have been seen holding hands when she thinks
nobody will see them.  She says kissing is for after
marriage and the sex is only for 'making babies.'  He'll
marry her some day and then continue to get his pussy from
me or whoever else is available."

     Freddie thought furiously while Faith congratulated
Felix on the way he'd serviced the Birthday Queen, and then
she announced Uncle Bud's turn.  THE CAMERA!  He'd left the
camera in the jeep.  He fidgeted until Faith returned,
urgently needing to take pictures for his sister's photobook.

     "Quick, tell me more about Danny," he said.

     She did, to include the names of the girls who gave
Danny the relief Freddie always got just by telling Fylicia
or Mom that he was horny.

     Freddie thanked Faith and ran to get the camera.  He
grabbed it, wishing he'd remembered it sooner so that Sis
could have some pictures of the second dessert, and bolted
for the cabin.  Three steps later he stopped and looked at
the tent.  The "candles" all had their backs to him.  He
remembered Danny wore a red-striped shirt.  He spotted it
and checked the billfold in the pants.

     There was Danny's student ID and a picture of a girl,
with "Danny:  Love forever, Debbie" written on the back. 
The girl was attractive enough.  Freddie knew he'd do her
in a heartbeat.  Too bad Faith had said that she was as
straitlaced as Reverend Meeks had been.  He guessed that
was okay.  When Freddie was done, Danny wouldn't want to
share her with him anyway.  If Danny still had her.  And he
wouldn't; not after Franklin Frederick Fuquit the Fifth
finished with him.  Two more pictures of Debbie did nothing
to change Freddie's opinion about doing her.

     He found a cell phone in a side pocket and a letter
from Debbie in the shirt pocket.  He set the camera for
macro and photographed the letter and the return address on
the envelope as well as Danny's address.  Then he shot
copies of Debbie's pictures.  As he stared at the cell
phone, a grin split his face.  He checked the speed dial,
activated the phone, punched in the code to kill Caller ID,
and punched Debbie's number.

     A man answered in a syrupy sweet voice that made
Freddie wonder if the guy was a faggot.  "I need to talk to
Debbie right away," Freddie said, trying to make his voice
sound older and lower.

     "_I'm afraid she isn't here.  Who is this?_"

     "David James," Freddie said.  "Debbie needs to see a
doctor right away."

     "_Why?_" asked the man, his voice harsher and
sounding alarmed to Freddie.

     "Danny gave my sister Annette the clap.  She thinks
he got it from Debbie since they are so hot and heavy."

     "_WHAT?_"

     "Yeah.  Danny gave it to Maggie Myers, too.  If he
didn't get it from Debbie, he's surely given it to her by
now.  Be sure to tell her."

     Freddie switched off the phone.  He thought for a
minute and then called a few expensive overseas phone sex
numbers he knew.  When he got back to the cabin, Fylicia
was in the love swing, gasping as Timmy J. pounded her
tight little box.

     _Damn!_ he thought.  _I'm too late for the dessert
pictures.  But, it was for a good reason.  Sis will
understand._

     Fylicia began cumming, which triggered Timmy's
release.   Timmy stepped back, giving Freddie a great shot
of his sister's goo-smeared cuntie lips and upper thighs
and the trickle of liquid oozing from inside her open box
and adding to the coating on her butt cheeks.

     Cousin Faith raised Timmy's hand and whispered, "Wait
a second and I'll clean off that dick for you."  Then she
announced, "Charlie!"

     "Carl.  No, wait:  yeah.  You got it right this time!"

     Frank and Bud adjusted rope suspending the love swing
to get Fylicia's open cuntie at the right height.  Charlie
slid his hard pecker into Fylicia's depths as she moaned
and shuddered in delight.

     Freddie shot pictures of his sister writhing around
the stream of trouser snakes that systematically invaded
her depths in the love swing.  Next Fylicia moved to the
love seat, where Faith started calling the boys forward in
pairs, and they got to choose among themselves which end
they wanted and when to switch ends.  As one spurted, she'd
call forward the next number, who started in the open hole
and either negotiated swapping later or waited until that
orifice's occupant came and then switched.  Number Seven
opted for the back entrance.

     "Timmybee," Faith said, "it looks like the Queen has
room for you, too."

     Freddie and Faith took turns moving around and taking
pictures, occasionally managing to sneak a special shot for
later.  Faith quietly told eleven of the twelve boys that
she was thinking about having a bang-off competition with
her cousin at a later date and that anyone who cooperated
and who didn't tell about the day's activities under ANY
circumstances, and who would claim that anyone who said it
DID happen was lying, would be invited back.  The only one
not consulted was the still-surly and bitching Danny.

     Late in the afternoon, after the free-style on the
floor that kept all three of the Queen's holes and both her
hands busy, Faith announced that it was time for the
bukkake.  There would be no prescribed sequence.  All
fluffers were available as needed, and each dick present
was welcome to cum as many times on the Guest of Honor's
face as its owner desired.  Any hole not being used was
available for stimulation if desired, but withdrawal and a
cumshot on the face was required.

     "Or else," Faith reminded them as Fylicia's fingers
frantically danced in her cum-soaked crotch, working
herself toward yet another orgasm.  Almost every square
inch of her from the bottom of her rib cage to her knees
glistened with semen.  Her face and head weren't covered to
that degree, but it was enough to give the bukkake a good
head start.

     Danny approached the fluffers.  Faith voluntarily
raised his flagpole herself.  Danny didn't notice Fawn and
the camera.  While Faith plied her craft with distracting
vigor and skill, Freddie carefully positioned himself to
one side and bent forward to get a better view of something
on the floor.

                           ~ ~ ~

     Freddie groaned as Fylicia opened her mouth and
pulled out his wide dickie, pumping it with her small fist
and aiming a small trickle of fluid onto the heavy semen
coat on her face.  He said he was sorry he couldn't squirt
a much bigger load on her face, the way Uncle Bud had done
a minute earlier, but she smiled at him and stopped pumping
just before it became painful.  "You can squirt as much or
as little as you have on me," she said.  "It's not the
amount that counts, it's that you care enough to give me
whatever you have.  Besides," she added, kissing the head
of his limp dickie, "you give me more in a month than all
these others combined."

     She was about to say something else when Danny
grabbed her head, turned it toward him, jammed his rod in
her mouth for a few strokes, and then pulled out to dribble
a small stream onto her forehead.  He stalked off without a
word, leaving Freddie more determined than ever as his
sister took Felix in her mouth while jacking DeWayne and
Alan.  She moaned in disappointment as Drew pulled out of
her cuntie to shoot on her face, but the sound turned to a
moan of pleasure as Mark slid his tool into her wide-open
play-pit.

     Freddie watched Faith shoot a few pictures and then
took her aside for another consultation.  Then it was out
to the tent, where he found Danny's phone vibrating. 
Caller ID said it was Debbie.

     Freddie forced his voice into an approximation of
Danny's, switched on the phone, and said "Fuck off, bitch."
Then he switched it off and cleared the caller list.  In
the waning light he called a few more expensive overseas
phone sex numbers.

                           ~ ~ ~

     Freddie waved as Aunt Fran roared off with the van
full of exhausted boys and then carried Uncle Bud's laptop
computer into the cabin for Faith.  His sister, literally
cum-soaked from head to toe, stood beside him and waved
with one hand, a finger of the other massaging her still-
swollen clitty.  She had the happiest look Freddie had ever
seen on her face.

     Felix, Uncle Bud, and Mom volunteered to help Fylicia
shower while Fawn announced that she was going to get a
load from the Monster right now, or else.  While his dad
took her to the love seat and let her suck it until it was
stiff enough to slide into her, Freddie took Faith to the
bedroom.

     Faith knelt beside the dresser and set the laptop on
it.  While it booted she removed the memory card from the
camera.  Freddie knelt behind her and flicked his wide
dickie between her wet pussy lips until it was hard enough
to slide into her.  His hands caressed the firm globes of
her ass for several strokes, then reached around to cup her
tits and play with her nipples as he began thrusting in
earnest.

     She arched back and said over her shoulder in a soft
voice, "I can't believe you can still get it up."

     Freddie grinned and kissed her.  "I get lots of
practice with Fylicia," he said.  "She gets hornier than
you do."

     She reached between her legs and played with his
nutsies for a moment and then attacked her clittie with her
fingers.  She came four times before Freddie finally began
short-stroking.

     When both were temporarily satiated, she sucked his
dickie clean, then stuck the memory card into the reader. 
Together they called up PhotoShop.  By the time Freddie was
able to get it up again they had a set of pictures ready
for Faith to print and mail after she returned home.

                           ~ ~ ~

     Franklin Frederick Fuquit the Fourth hid a yawn
behind his hand as his wife refilled his coffee cup.  The
only problem with spending the night in Bud's cabin was no
newspaper to read between the time you left the cluster of
mattresses on the bedroom floor and breakfast.

     Phyllis, dressed in high heels and pearls, giggled
like a schoolgirl.  Bud fingered her clit while she poured
his refill.  She kissed him, re-aligned his silverware, and
then joined Fran, dressed in an apron and a smile, at the
stove, pulling on her own apron for protection from
spattering grease.

     Fawn was the first to emerge, bright-eyed and
bouncing like she'd had a full night's rest.  After she
kissed her father, she checked Frank's tonsils and fondled
the Monster.  "I get dessert before we leave," she said,
giving the Monster a gentle tug.

     Felix emerged as she climbed into her chair.  With a
wide grin he said that Freddie and Faith would be out in a
minute.  "Freddie is short-stroking."  He kissed his Mom
and Aunt and hugged his Dad and Uncle before clambering
into his chair.

     Freddie and Faith were seated before Fylicia appeared
in the doorway.  Frank noticed that she walked with her
legs slightly apart and that her nether lips looked
inflamed and swollen.  He guessed it would be a few days
before the Monster did pushups in her exercise gym.  She
confirmed that after she kissed Uncle Bud.

     "How's the best pussy in Chicago?" he asked after she
gave him back his tongue.

     "Sore.  Happy, but sore.  I sure hope I don't get
horny for the next couple of days."

     "If you do," Faith said, "you can use the back of
your electric toothbrush on your clit to get off.  Just
don't accidentally touch the bristles to yourself while
it's running."  The pained look and shiver told Frank that
his niece was speaking from experience.

     Fylicia shoved her tongue down Freddie's throat just
the way he liked it before giving her father a similar kiss.

     Felix looked disappointed after she kissed him. 
"Does this mean I can't hump you goodbye?"

     "I'm afraid so," she said.  "Even my butt hurts to
touch.  But Mother's available, and my mouth's not sore."

     "OKAY!"

     Everyone had a hearty laugh at the eagerness in
Felix's voice while Fran and Phyllis brought the food to
the table.  Conversation centered around the return trips
at first, then shifted to yesterday's party.

     "That Danny pissed me off," said Fawn with a fearsome
frown.

     "Language, dear," cautioned Phyllis in an
authoritative-but-wholly-sympathetic voice.

     "Well, he did!  It wasn't nice the way he acted
around Fylicia just because he didn't get his way like he
usually does.  He needs a lesson in manners!"

     Faith smiled around her biscuit and gave Freddie a
knowing look.  He returned a smirk.

     "Well," Faith said before swallowing the bite and
continuing, "maybe he'll get one soon."

     "I saw the way he was acting toward Fy after he
didn't get his way," said Bud.  "I was about ready to stomp
his ass and throw him out myself.  He can't get that lesson
soon enough for me."

     Faith thought about the pictures in the computer
ready to be printed and mailed.  Pictures for Debbie's
parents, such as the one showing a naked Debbie being
pounded from behind by Dickhead Danny.  Okay, it was
Debbie's head on Faith's own body, but they were of similar
build and she knew nobody in Debbie's family had seen her
naked since she was old enough to bathe herself.  Pictures
for Debbie, such as a naked Faith being nailed by Danny
while she blew Sam during the bukkake session fluffing. 
Freddie had done an excellent job on that shot:  you
couldn't see enough of Faith's face to tell who she was,
and Sam's face was turned aside.  Danny's face, however,
was clear and unmistakable.  All they'd had to do with that
one was blur the background a little more.

     "You never know," she said.  "He could get his lesson
in the next couple of days."

     Freddie thought about Fawn's luck in lining up the
one picture while Faith was fluffing Danny.  Fawn got just
the right angle to make it look as if he was cornholing
Freddie, who was bent over with his face just off the edge
of the picture.  No question that it was a guy, though,
with Freddie's hardon showing. He wondered who would like
that one more:  Debbie, or the guys who were on the
football and basketball teams with Danny.

     "Stranger things have happened," he said, quoting one
of his father's frequently used phrases.  "Sometimes the
universe itself punishes those who fuck with a Fuquit."

     Phyllis lowered her fork and gave Freddie an
appreciative-but-chastising look.  "Language, dear."

Copyright Russell Hoisington 2006

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