Message-ID: <17641eli$9811300429@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/17641.txt> From: M Quayle <MrsPotatoe@gop.com> Subject: Late for Dinner -- chapter 1 (S&M, Incest, M/F, F/F, Beasts, satire) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: anywhere@EU.net, usa@gop.com MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=iso-8859-1 Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <3661EB73.8AEA6FC2@gop.com> >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> WARNING! This story is only for adults over the age of 18 and contains Strong Sexual Content. It is intended as a work of fiction for ADULTS only and the author does not in any way condone similar behavior. If you are under the age or 18 or reside in a state that prohibits such behavior, stop reading immediately!!! REMEMBER: DON’T TRY THIS AT HOME!!!! <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< Late for Dinner (Inspired by Farrel HUM19) Daddy was very strict about the family being on time for dinner. And Kathy knew she was very, very late. But surely Daddy wouldn’t mind, just this once. After all, it wasn’t her fault that her partner in sex-ed class took forever to cum. She’d done everything she could to get the boy to pop before the bell rang, but it would have cost her a letter grade if she’d asked him to take it out before he finished. And it wasn’t her fault that the girl’s sex coach asked her to stay late to help her find just the right butt plug to open up a particularly petite freshman or that she’d had to hold the screaming girl down as the coach worked the starter plug into the little virgin’s resisting bottom. And surely Daddy would understand that she just had to stop at the beauty shop to get her pussy waxed for mother/daughter night at the Junior League’s charity brothel. And Mommy had asked her to pick up some extra strength nipple clamps for little sister Becky’s masochism class. No, surely Daddy wouldn’t mind if she was just a little late. After all, the nice man at the store had cut five dollars off the price of the clamps just for giving him a blow job. That was so sweet! She could still taste the store keeper’s seed as she ran up the driveway. Daddy was standing at the window. He was holding his whip and looked mad. “Young lady, where have you been? You’re late for dinner,” he said sternly as she entered the house. “I’m sorry, Daddy, I had to...” “No excuses, young lady. You know the rules.” “But, Daddy.” “Don’t ‘but Daddy' me, Kathy,” he said taking her firmly by the hand and marching her into the family room. “You’ve been warned enough, tonight, I’m going to punish you. Now, get undressed.” “Yes, Daddy.” Kathy wondered what her punishment to be. She hoped she wouldn’t get another crushed ice and jalapino enema or have to “marry” the family’s German shepherd, again. She didn’t have to wonder for long. A large silver dildo attached to a solid wood stand stood at attention. It was at least twelve inches long, and much thicker than the largest cock Kathy had endured on her way to winning three consecutive awards for tightest pussy at her school. “This was Grand Dad’s,” Daddy pointed at the dangerous-looking phallus. “I found it in the attic this weekend and thought it might come in handy.” “Now, get out of that dress and get ready to ride.” “But Daddy, it’ll kill me!” Kathy began to cry. “No it won’t, honey,” It was Mommy’s voice, “but it will bruise your ovaries. Daddy tried it out on me this afternoon and mine are still throbbing. I’m afraid we may still be in pain when we go to Junior League, sweetheart.” Mommy proceeded to rub the silver phallus with lubricant. “I got this sample in the mail today. It has a special ingredient to induce menstrual cramps. Doesn’t that sound like fun?” As she pulled her sheer mini-dress over her head, Kathy could see her little sister holding a coil of rope. Becky made a face as her brother lifted her plaid skirt and began to work his way into the freckled girl’s unlubricated back door. “None of that, Billy,” Mommy corrected. “Use the rest of the lubricant. No use letting a free sample go to waste.” “Oh-kay, Mommy,” the boy mumbled. Kathy could tell it was going to be a very, very long night. -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | <http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/>----<http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/faq.html>