Message-ID: <59822asstr$1263751802@assm.asstr.org> X-Original-To: story-submit@asstr.org Delivered-To: story-submit@asstr.org X-Original-Path: 7564ea0f!not-for-mail From: danw <danw@pobox.com> User-Agent: Thunderbird 2.0.0.23 (Windows/20090812) MIME-Version: 1.0 X-Original-Message-ID: <Juf4n.39039$Gf3.14434@newsfe22.iad> NNTP-Posting-Date: Sat, 16 Jan 2010 09:17:29 UTC Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Sat, 16 Jan 2010 03:17:08 -0600 Subject: {ASSM} OTEC_Eskimo_Fun Lines: 271 Date: Sun, 17 Jan 2010 13:10:02 -0500 Path: assm.asstr.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr.org/Year2010/59822> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-admin@asstr.org> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@asstr.org> X-Moderator-ID: RuiJorge, dennyw alt.sex.stories.moderated OTEC_Eskimo_Fun OTEC the novel http://literatemachine.com/node/142 OTEC COPYRIGHT (C) 2007 DAWootan, ALL RIGHTS RESERVED by DAWootan It was Monday night, Kay was off doing sex research, so Vin was sleeping with his mother. "Do you remember the small government communication station, where we spent the winter while I was in the second grade?" "Yes." "Do you remember, the whole station was in an uproar when, my friend, the kid living next door, was busted fucking his Eskimo mother?" "Yes." "Do you remember us coming home from a movie, finding five or six Eskimo men sitting in our living room, patiently waiting for us to get home?" "Yes, I remember it vividly." "Have you ever wondered why such a simple thing, would produce so vivid, a memory?" "Because it upset your father so completely?" "Perhaps, but I suspect your subconscious realized there was more to it." "I don't understand." "You didn't then, but you do now, when Eskimo men come calling, they are expecting the man of the house to share his wife with them. Do you remember having fantastic sex with my father after the men left?" "Yes, he was a man possessed." "He was a hypocrite, unable to admit, watching you fuck strangers in the living room was a turn on. If you could travel backwards in time, changing history, would you let your two young boys, watch you having sex in the living room with five Eskimo men?" "Oh! Dear God, Yes! At the time, I was too clanked up to even imagine such a thing, much less do it!! I was married to an ass hole, how do you expect to get him to agree to this?" "Leave that to me, take my hand, we are going on a trip." Vin reloaded the necessary OTEC backup tapes, creating a small fast, slice. They were on an island in the middle of a river, north of the Arctic Circle. Vin was wearing his father's body, there was no lock on the door, the living room was dark, even before the light was turned on, the smell of fish betrayed the presence of Eskimo men sitting in the living room. He could give his mother control of the twenty-year-old Frankie, standing beside him, but it would be more fun, if he kept Mom in the background, unable to make Frankie's decisions for her. This was Frankie's moment, her opportunity to break her chains. With a little help, of course. Vin turned the lights on, smiling at the Eskimo men, who nodded gravely. Eskimo men do not show open emotion. Vin seized control of Frankie at the molecular level. Her legs failed her, she set heavily on the footstool in front of the sofa, looking slightly cross side, hyperventilating, vagina on fire, Vin had borrowed the genetic coding from almost every seasonal placental mammal, modifying the raging hormones that make bitch dogs in heat frantic for sex. Frankie was filled to capacity with the human counterpart of over a dozen mammalian hormones causing her Vagina to open like a night flower, she had a world-class wide-on, and the legs that would not support her weight. She was sitting on an Ottoman, staring at five Eskimo men, knowing she was going to fuck them. Her woman's intuition was confirmed when her husband slid the zipper on back of her dress down.. "Boys! Go to your room!" "No! Stay, you are old enough to stay up late watching your mother entertain house guests. Go to the closet, drag the ironing board out, help me set it up, you are old enough to watch men fucking a woman. Your mother will enjoy letting you watch her lying on her ironing board fucking a room full of men. " It was a triple whammy striking Frankie from three directions simultaneously. As a second massive dose of tabby cat in heat hormone raced through her system, Vin switching the pleasure center in her brain full-on, announcing she would enjoy letting her children watch. Her metaphysical hymen ruptured as the obscene suggestion was thrust into her mind. She swayed slightly, as though she had been whacked upside the head with a two by four. Frankie recovered quickly, smiling wickedly at her two small boys, knowing their mother was a total slut, pulling her dress up to her armpits, spreading her legs, exposing her pink nylon panties, savoring her children's shocked expression as she slid her panties off. She began fingering herself, maintained eye contact with her two boys. "Do as your father says, you are old enough for sex education, old enough to see a husband watching his wife fuck a room full of men. There are women who enjoy this sort of thing and you are old enough to know your mother is such a woman. I will let you watch me fuck the men sitting on our sofa, but only if you help your father set up the ironing board I will use." The Eskimo men watched stoically, her two small boys watching Google-eyed as their mother raised her arms over her head, allowing Vin to pull her cotton dress off. She was dressed only in a white cotton bra , smiling at the men sitting on the sofa before her. "Boys, your first sex education, homework assignment is to unhook your mother's brazier. No, it unfastens around the back. That's better. No, one of you push the straps together, as the other one unhooks, the fastener. Suddenly Frankie's breasts were free, she was naked, smiling at the men sitting before her, making eye contact with each man in turn, letting him look into her eyes, letting them know she was going to fuck them all. She had to stand, moving out of the way, as her husband moved the Ottoman, replacing it with the ironing board, setting it to the correct height, Eskimos are not tall people. He placed the foot of the ironing board facing the sofa, within arms reach of the seated men. As her two boys watched, open mouthed, Frankie squatted naked over the blunt end of the ironing board, slowly lowering herself, leaning back, reaching down, holding her vagina open showings the seated men her twenty six year old cunt stretched by the two children standing beside her, watching open mouthed. Vin made the universal hand signal, opening his empty hands, fingers pointed toward Frankie's vagina, making a slight pushing motion, offering his wife to them. The Eskimos looked at each other, one of them standing, undressing, displaying his erect uncircumcised penis, stepping forward, allowing Frankie to guide him into her quivering vagina. Eskimos are they most oversexed people on the planet, they began gang fucking Frankie with great enthusiasm, their brown, uncircumcised penises, bringing her great pleasure. Frankie was not a starfish, there was a highly vocal, enthusiastic fuck, throwing her arms around each partner, rocking her hips like a machine, matching each brown uncircumcised penis stroke for stroke. She rolled her head to the side, making eye contact with her children, projecting love and lust to them. "Boys you are old enough to help! Suck your mother's tits while I fuck the next one!" With six horny men available, they were able to fuck Frankie continuously, Vin eventually, had to go to the bathroom. He returned, finding Frankie's two small children were now naked. An Eskimo man had his hands around, the oldest boys chest, holding him off the ground. Holding him so he could fuck his mother. Frankie was reaching down, touching her eldest son, her hips rocking as she fucked the tiny boy. Mother and son, looking into each others eyes amazed at the lust, love and affection mirrored there. "I am glad I am old enough to help you fuck men! I love you so!" Her eldest son, declared for all to hear. Two days later, Frankie put on a house-dress, with no underwear, taking her two children, next door, visiting the Eskimo woman who lived there. She began kissing the woman's ten-year-old boy, looking up, watching the mothers expression as she began undressing him. She laid on the floor, hiked her dress up, exposing her mound of pubic hair, and motherly vagina, spreading her legs, looking up at the woman, smiling at her, as her son climbed on top, fucking her, with his four inch uncircumcised penis. Frankie smiled, watching the Eskimo mother stoop, undressing the two small boys, stroking their tiny rock-hard penises. The two women began spending several hours each day, visiting each others homes, sharing in the Eskimo way. Frankie was able to convince the station manager's wife and one other woman who engaged in wife swapping to join them, enjoying the brown four inch uncircumcised penis mounted on a ten-year-old half Eskimo boy. After about a month, Frankie had the Eskimo woman reached out to the Eskimo community. The four women were naked taking turns with the children as seven naked Eskimo men entered the room. Frankie and her next-door neighbor began copulating with them immediately, the other two women hesitated briefly, before joining in, lust winning out over racial prejudice. Vin rapidly took control of the tiny civil service radio communications station. They would make house calls, delivering fresh baked bread to couples. He would redo Frankie's first night with the Eskimos. Vin would take over the husband's body, filling the wife's body with massive hormones causing the House Frau to tear, her clothes off, fucking Vin while her children watched. Within a month Vin had the entire population of the station, men women and children attending regular sex orgies in the general purpose room , normally used for church services on Sunday. Racial prejudice refused to go away, Eskimos were not invited. Vin's solution to racial prejudice, was a Polish wedding, one woman would volunteer, and five or six Eskimo men would be invited to gang fuck a white woman as her husband and the others watched. The station women would meet for coffee, discussing, who would bring meat or salad items to the potluck, and after the potluck what would make a good live sex show, and who would do it. One woman would always put on a live sex show, getting everyone in the mood. One Saturday they brought a twelve-year-old girl, announcing that Vin would deflower her in the center of the room Frankie's two boys were undressing their mother, beaming with pride, their attractive mother was the Polish bride to-be. They were about to watch her fuck thirty five Eskimo men. Five boatloads of them had crossed from the town up river on hearing the news, Frankie would be the Polish bride Saturday afternoon. I wonder how many it will be next week. Vin thought. The day before he had a Ménage à trois with the twelve-year-old girl and her mother. As her mother looked on, beaming with pride, her eighty pound girl announced she was ready to be a Polish bride. Declaring proudly she had sex with twenty two men the previous Saturday, preferring men with uncircumcised penises. Vin pulled himself back to the present, looking down at a small child, stroking his mother sexually. I was cute and sexy when I was six years old. Vin thought, admiring himself. "We have the sexiest mom in the world." Frankie's oldest boy said, meaning every word of it, as he slid four fingers into his mothers vagina, gently massaging her clitoris, with his thumb. And I knew how to treat a woman. Vin thought. Six-year-old Vin was not the only boy touching his mother at that moment, in the Eskimo tradition prepubescent children were encouraged to fondle adult genitalia. Everyone got naked for the potluck meal, children ate first, rapidly clearing their plates, the children's hour was about to begin. As adults circulated, eating and drinking, children would scamper about underfoot, reaching up stroking adult genitals, doing their best to be noticed, accepted in the world of adult sexuality. Some women tolerate children fisting them, as they engaging in conversation with men. Young girls would stroke their fathers, penises, as they watched the live sex show. Sometimes the sex show was an adult gang bang, as all of the boys did one of the mothers. Sometimes, young girls were the sex show, a proud mother standing beside her three-year-old daughter, as several four-year-old boys gang banged her. On this day it was the station managers blonde wife, Pauline, on her hands and knees, fucking Vin's hunting dog, as a room full of people watched, shouting encouragement. "Wow! We should take a trip together more often!" Vin's mother declared, when they were back in bed together. "You have a date." Vin promised, penetrating her thrusting vigorously. "My! You are all fired up!" "Memories." "Sexy ones?" "Incredibly sexy, you have continuous memories of our last six months in the far north. My memories just updated a matter of seconds ago. When we shut the slice down I acquired all the recent memories of me as a six year old boy fucking his mother. I thought my mind was going to melt when you smiled at me, letting me know you wanted me to watch you fuck a room full of men. I was convinced my tiny dick was going to explode when you pulled your dress up to your armpits, showing me your marvelous cunt. "I thought your tiny dick was going to explode when the Eskimo picked you up." "We owe him a debt of gratitude, he did not ask either of us if it was right or proper, he just picked me up, pushing my stiff dick into your vagina." "Your Mother thought it was great ... then and now." She said, throwing her arms around her eldest son as he shuddered in climax squirting scalding hot semen into her. -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ------ send stories to: <story-submit@asstr.org>| | FAQ: <http://assm.asstr.org/faq.html> Moderators: <story-admin@asstr.org> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |ASSM Archive at <http://assm.asstr.org> Hosted by <http://www.asstr.org> | |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d; look for subject {ASSD}| +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+