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[i ran this into a wp and reformatted it to fit the usual
USENET line limits. I also replaced the age warning with Phil
Phantom's classic "avoid mirrors" homily -missy slut]
The following story is an uncensored sexual fantasy
involving practices that are illegal, immoral, socially
unacceptable, and messy. Only mature adults with a
firm grasp on reality should venture further. This
story promotes nothing, and nothing in this story
should be taken seriously. Readers are cautioned not
to attempt any of these acts without professional
guidance and a net. If you are underage, hit the 'K'
key. Reading stories like this can make you go blind.
If you are a servant of the Lord, looking for sinners
to convert, study this story and memorize it. This
will help you recognize sinners when you see them.
Good luck, and avoid mirrors!
Phil Phantom
(ff, mf, incest, teen)
"Cabin Fever" by Tiffany
The following story was written by a dear friend, my lover and
sexual soulmate. We are both professional writers. Years ago, we
began exchanging stories -- xxx erotica she called them. Two years
ago, Tiffany (Not her real name) moved away with her husband and
two children. Slowly, we've lost touch. I'm left with fabulous
memories and these stories. She gave these stories to me. We
never intended to publish them; in fact, I'm quite certain that she'd
deny authorship.
I've decided to share these stories with you. They are treasures that
should be shared. I'm posed with a slight problem, however. The
stories were created on a Brother word processor. So far, I've been
unsuccessful in converting them to DOS format. Until I solve this
problem, I'm forced to manually type them into my PC. As time
permits, I'll try to post one a week. Any advice would be greatly
appreciated. I can't take them to anyone, or mail them. I must do
this alone. Protecting Tiffany's anonymity is paramount. Don't
bother asking for her address.
Tiffany's stories pander to a combination of my tastes and hers.
They are fantasy, but much of Tiffany's work is more fact than
fiction. Few of her stories are complete. Like sex, they build to an
explosive climax and then simply fade away. Her stories have one
purpose: to induce an orgasm in the reader. This is one-hand
fiction. Pace yourself. Feel yourself being drawn into the story.
Save your climax until the very end. Cum with Tiffany.
I should also add that she has done most of what she writes
about. Many of her characters are drawn from real life -- some are
people she has encountered in her writing career. Keep in mind
that regardless of how bizarre her stories are, it probably happened
much like it was written -- if not to her, then to someone close to
her. She is a remarkable woman, a sexual dynamo, and a decent
human being.
Enjoy!
Phil Phantom
Cabin Fever
By TIFFANY
My woman's intuition told me something bad would result from
this trip. Brent, my husband, suddenly developed this need to
commune with nature. Brenda didn't want to go. We had to
practically drag her to the station wagon. Phil and Carl, however,
my twin fourteen-year-old boys, were eager to get out into the
remote wilderness. Brent found the cabin and made the plans. I
went along like a good wife.
Once at the cabin, light years from anywhere, my anxiety grew.
No phone, no electricity, and having no toilet didn't help. We
weren't there thirty minutes when five armed men burst in on us.
They pushed Brent before them, bound and gaged. My heart sank.
I clutched my kids to me and we huddled in a corner. We watched
helplessly as they shoved Brent into a chair and bound him in place.
After securing Brent, the leader approached us with a leering
grin. The others crowded around, snickering and laughing. The
man holding the pistol waved it casually while addressing me. He
said, "Lady, this ain't your day. You see, we are bad desperados,
and it looks like we'll be holed up here together for a few days."
I pleaded, "Please don't hurt anyone."
"We don't plan to, but then that all depends on you. We have
to lay low for a few days. You see, we just robbed a bank. If
everybody stays cool and cooperates, nobody gets hurt. You guys
can go about your little vacation, and we'll move on. I'll just say
this once, though. If any of you tries anything, sneaks off, or pisses
us off, your old man gets a bullet right between the eyes,
understand?"
I nodded. He shouted, "I'm talking to all of you." We all
nodded.
"Now, you guys go sit on that couch and let us have a little
meeting. No
talking."
We moved quickly and took seats. Brenda hugged me like a
second skin, trembling in fear. I tried to soothe her by placing my
arm around her and stroking her forehead. I worried about her as I
observed the men staring at her and laughing. My Brenda is an
absolute dream, a real beauty at sixteen. The lust in their eyes was
quite obvious.
As I studied the five men, something told me that they weren't
really dangerous. They acted the part, but it looked like an act. I
took some comfort in that; it's all I had to cling to.
After a brief discussion, the tall leader came over and said,
"You're going to have to entertain us while we're here. If we get
bored, we get dangerous. Why don't you start by unwrapping this
gorgeous doll for us.
My heart stopped. I pleaded, "Please, don't touch my kids, I
beg you. Do what you want with me, but leave them alone."
"Get her up and strip the bitch, now!"
"Please, she's just a child."
He calmly walked over to Brent, put the gun to his head and
said, "You have five seconds to do what I told you."
Brent squinted and cringed. I leapt to my feet and dragged
Brenda to her feet. He said, "Put her in the center of the room
where we can all get a good look."
I pulled Brenda into place. She cowered and cried. I cupped
her cheeks, forcing her to look me in the eyes. I said, "Look, we
have no choice. You father's life is at stake. You put aside your
modesty. This will get much worse before it's over, but it will get
over if we hold together, understand?"
Brenda nodded weakly as the big guy shouted, "Stop the
gabbing and start the stripping." Brenda stood shaking as I undid
the buttons of her blouse. It felt so odd to be undressing her.
Unlike her brothers who cavort half naked half the time, Brenda is
very shy about her body. None of us ever saw her not fully
clothed. I sometimes go about in bra and panties, but not Brenda.
I knew that Brent was taking this ordeal as a mixed blessing. I
knew he fantasized about Brenda. We both exchange fantasies
during lovemaking, and anything goes. We give each other free
license to fantasize. He hears me talk about men I'd like to fuck,
dogs I want to fuck, and women I want to go down on. I hear him
talk about Brenda, about me having sex with the boys, and Brenda
and I involved in an incestuous lesbian relationship. We both know
we're all talk. Neither of us has the guts to actually do anything.
As I removed Brenda's blouse and uncovered her silky smooth
skin and dainty bra, I knew Brent must be secretly enjoying himself.
Impulsively, I moved behind Brenda to unveil her breasts. I wanted
to give Brent a good view of the unveiling; but in doing so, I gave
everybody a good view. While standing behind her, peering over
her shoulder, I noticed the twins sitting forward, eyes bugged out,
as eager as the men to see her tits. My vagina responded to this
bizarre situation. Though my conscious mind rebelled, my pussy
loved what I was about to do.
I reached around her with both arms and found the center clasp.
I worked it free with dramatic, sensuous slowness, paused, then
peeled back the cups. The room erupted in applause and cheers.
Phil and Carl were smiling. Brent's eyes stared unabashedly. I
peered down on her two beauties while whispering in her ear, "Put
your hands down, sweetheart. Stick out your chest, be proud.
Don't be ashamed."
Brenda let her arms go limp at her side. She stood a little
straighter. I marveled at her perfectly formed breasts and her dark
brown, quarter-sixed nipples, quivering with her sobs. I continued
to say encouraging words in her ear as I stood close and ran my
hands down her front to the snap of her shorts. Her soft skin and
clean, fresh, youthful scent caused a tingling sensation to course
through me.
I loved the feel of her tawny skin and after unsnapping and
unzipping her shorts, I slipped my hands inside to work them down,
dropping to one knee as I went lower. I felt along the fronts of
both legs while staring at the rear of her tender inner thighs. I took
longer than necessary removing her shorts. I stayed to remove her
sandals, studying the creamy texture of her legs as I worked.
After freeing her of her sandals, I sat back on my heels to take
in the delicious sight of Brenda, standing in front of eight males,
wearing only panties, shivering like a trapped animal. I cast my
eyes around the room, wanting to sear the memory in my mind --
fuel for future fantasy. Calls to show pussy rang out. I reached up
and hooked my fingers into her panty waistband. With dramatic
pause, I eased them down, following the progress by watching her
white moons slowly fill my vision. My eyes focused at the juncture
of her thighs as the panties went lower. When her pussy peeked
out, the men howled, whistled, stomped their feet, and shouted
vulgar praise. They could not have had a better view than I. My
eyes were inches from her labia. I studied the twin pillows, downed
with soft, light hairs, framing her vaginal crease. I watched that
crease part and show pink wetness as I lifted each foot to free the
panties. I prayed that these perverts were perverted enough to
want to see a mother go down on her daughter.
With the panties off, I stood and came around to her front. I
tried not to look down, but the sight of her naked beauty so
helplessly displayed defeated me. My eyes wandered down to her
crotch. The vision was electrifying. Her light pubic patch barely
concealed anything. Her inflamed lips were plainly visible, and her
clit stood out, pink and shiny. Her nipples were also erect. When it
dawned on me that I was making a fool of myself by staring at her
vagina, I looked up. My eyes met Brenda's, and hers seemed to be
saying, "Mom, why are you looking at me there?" My face
reddened, but I smiled inwardly.
The big man took Brenda forcefully by the elbow and marched
her over to Brent. He stood her before Brent and said, "This is one
fine piece of pussy you raised here, Brent. Ever see her naked?"
Brent shook his head, never taking his eyes off of Brenda,
especially her crotch. The man spun Brenda around, facing away
from Brent, ordered her to spread her feet out, then applied
pressure to her back, forcing her low. I knew what Brent must
have been seeing. His eyes bugged out, zeroed in on her lower ass.
The man ran his hand over the rear plane of Brenda's crotch
bringing an instant mortification to Brenda's face. She buried her
face in her hands. He teased, "Ain't this some grade-A pussy?
Man, she is so tight." He reached into Brent's lap and squeezed his
crotch, declaring, "Hey, it looks like little Brenda gave her daddy a
boner." He turned to me and said, "What's your name, anyway?"
"Julie."
"Well, Julie, you better get over here and free this suffering
man's cock."
I gulped, but moved. I came alongside of Brent's chair and
knelt. I reached for his fly, taking a quick glance at Brenda's ass.
Her pussy was open and wet. I fished out Brent's cock. It was as
hard as I've ever seen it. Out of habit, my fingers curled around it
and squeezed. The man pushed on Brenda's shoulders, forcing her
to waddle back until her legs went outside of Brent's, and her ass
was right over his dick. My heart beat a rapid tattoo as I realized
what was about to happen. The man said, "Squat, bitch!"
No one told me to aim Brent's cock at her pussy, but that's
what I found myself doing as her open cunt closed the gap. I
brought my head into Brent's lap so as not to miss a thing. When
Brenda felt the rubbery head of her father's cock poke her pussy,
she stopped. I had the cock poised at her opening. I took the
opportunity to rub the head through her slit, coating it in her juices,
smearing his precum. Brent's cock throbbed in my fist. I gave it a
few pumps and anxiously awaited the final order. That order never
came. They were all just waiting and watching. I never wanted
anything more in my life than to see Brent's cock take Brend's
cherry. I waited two minutes, then placed my left hand on her left
hip and pulled, saying, "Ease down slowly, dear."
Brenda hesitated, then dropped an inch. Brent's cockhead
parted her lips. I pulled harder. She sank another inch with a
groan. The head popped inside. I wet his shaft with saliva and told
her it would hurt less if she just sat down quickly. Brenda cried
out, "Mom, no, I can't."
"Brenda, sit!" I almost shouted.
We waited for a minute. In exasperation, I grabbed both hips
and drew her down. Brenda let go and sat with a loud shriek. A
cheer rang out. The feeling was exquisite. I looked up to Brent's
face and smiled. His eyes smiled back.
I stood and came around to the front beside the leader. We
were both looking down into the stuffed crotch of my daughter. I
looked to the man and said, "There, are you satisfied?"
He seemed to see right through me. He smiled and said, "Are
you?"
I turned red and looked back to Brenda's crotch. My boys had
moved off of the couch and were on either side of me. The others
were gathered close around in a semi-circle. We were all eager to
see Brenda fuck herself on her father's cock, but nobody said
anything. Brenda just sat there with her head bowed and her knees
pressed tight to her fathers legs. I couldn't take anymore. I moved
forward and knelt before Brenda, lifting her head and saying,
"Look, sweetheart. It's done. You're a woman now. It's not so
bad, is it?"
Her head shook slightly in my hand. I said, "You have to finish
this. You understand, don't you?"
She nodded slightly. I wanted to give us all a better view, so I
gently pushed on her shoulders until her back rested against Brent's
chest. I planted each of her feet out a foot from Brent's legs, then
pushed her knees out. In this position, her cunt was openly on
display. Her cunt lips were stretched thin around the invader. A
little trickle of blood stained the base of Brent's cock. I told her to
lift and drop, lift and drop. Brenda slowly complied, sobbing all the
while. My eyes stayed glued to the shaft moving in and out by
inches. I coached her to lift higher each time until she was sliding
up to the crown, then settling back fully. I stayed in place for
several long strokes, then stood back to give everyone an
unobstructed view.
I expected her to close her knees after I released her, but she
remained as I'd set her. Brenda looked absolutely vulgar, working
her cunt up and down on her dad's cock. I was so turned on, I
wanted someone, anyone to rip my clothes off and fuck the shit out
of me. While everyone was mesmerized by the scene before us, I
eased over to the leader and slyly eased my hand over his crotch. I
gave his hard cock a gentle squeeze. Suddenly, he spun me around
to face him. He grabbed my chin roughly and shouted, "Keep your
fucking hands off of my cock, bitch, understand!"
I blushed deeply and nodded. He thrust me away. My
humiliation could not have been more complete if he had pissed on
me. After he thought for a moment, he said, "Strip, Julie!"
In absolute shame, I began removing my clothes and was totally
naked in less than a minute. Brenda watched me while continuing
her fucking. So did my boys, and they were close by. After I was
nude, he said, "If you want to get off on this, masturbate."
My face went pale. I looked to him with pleading eyes. He
laughed and said, "I said play with your cunt, bitch! Get both
hands to work right now."
My hands moved mechanically to my crotch under my boys'
watchful eyes. I noticed that Brenda stared also. I felt so cheap
and decadent. When my fingers met my super heated cunt, those
feelings quickly melted away. Within a minute, I was masturbating
myself as if alone in my bedroom. I took little notice of the activity
going on between me and my lewdly copulating family. Several of
the men were busy dragging an ice chest between us, placing it at
Brent's feet. They placed a cushion from the couch on it, then
came and took me by the arms. They led me to their setup, turned
me, then laid me on my back over the cushion. I instantly realized
the utility as my head lolled back off of the cushion's edge. My
head rested in Brent's lap and I was looking right up Brenda's pussy
-- getting an inverted view from a mere inches away.
The men lifted my legs, and I heard them address my boys,
saying, "Here, you two help your horny mother." I lifted my head
and peered down my front in time to see Phil and Carl each take a
leg. The feel of their hands on me like that was so titillating. On
the urging of the men, they spread my legs to their fullest. I
dropped my head back to resume my visual feast. In seconds, my
hands were back in my crotch. Seconds later, I was plunging three
fingers in my soupy twat while rubbing my clit like a maniac.
During all of this, a change had taken place in Brenda. Gone
were her tears and sobs. She no longer hid her face. Her hands,
which had been hanging loosely, were now supporting her ass. Her
face was a mask of passion. Her eyes were looking down my body,
going from my tits to my crotch. Her movements were more rapid,
and she'd put a slight wiggle in her hips. Her juices poured out,
soaking Brent's crotch and filling the air with her heady scent. Her
clit looked red and angry and stood out like a tiny cock. Her
nipples were tight dime-sized buttons on her heaving chest. She
was the vision of uncontrolled lust.
All through this ordeal, our abductors mocked us, calling us
sluts and perverts. We both seemed to feed off their remarks.
Someone said, "Look at that little whore ride that cock." Brenda's
hips instantly reacted with violent movement, dislodging her father's
cock. I watched her frantically reach for it and re-impale herself,
bringing howls of laughter. Her hands remained in her crotch to
prevent another loss and the fingers of her right hand began rubbing
hard on her clit. She exploded in climax seconds later, bucked
violently and screamed. She triggered Brent's orgasm and milky
semen began oozing from around his imbedded cock. My orgasm
followed Brent's. I pounded my cunt shamelessly while straining to
get my tongue on one of the cum trails running down Brent's balls.
The leader shouted, "Let her go." My legs dropped to the
floor. Freed of this constraint, I rolled onto my belly, pulled myself
forward, and attacked their loins. My lust was mind numbing. All
I saw was cum, cock, pussy, and balls. Brenda had collapsed after
her release, breathing heavily. I lapped hungrily at the juices
leaking from their genitals. My efforts became centered on my
daughter's exciting vagina. I licked and sucked, kissed and nibbled.
I stiffened my tongue and tried to wedge it in alongside Brent's
slowly deflating cock.
Someone knelt behind me and was stuffing a very respectable
cock up my fevered cunt. I wiggled my ass shamelessly to
welcome it. While sucking on Brenda's clit nub, I looked up her
front and saw her looking at me with an amused expression. I held
her eyes and flicked her clit. She gave a little lift of her pelvis. I
smiled, kissed her clit, then sucked it ravenously, making her buck
against my mouth. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Phil's
face near my right cheek.
The cock in my cunt came quickly and was immediately
replaced with another. Someone else was jacking off near my left
cheek, aiming a bright purple cockhead at Brenda's mound.
Seconds latter, thick pearly strands peppered her mons and my
cheek. I turned into the stream and engulfed the head, sucking the
remainder and swallowing. Afterwards, I licked the rest from
Brenda's curls. I returned to licking Brenda as another cock, a
small cock, Carl's cock appeared on my left. I watched him jack off
near my face, occasionally touching my cheek with his weeping
cock. On impulse, I turned and engulfed it, sucking hard while he
continued jacking. He came quickly and I nursed on my son's
pecker. When I finished, Carl's was at the ready on my right, and I
serviced him.
After swallowing Carl's load, the leader pulled me to my feet.
He was naked and sporting a long, thin erection in his fist. He said,
"I want you to feed this to your little whore."
I took hold of his nine-inch rod and led him to Brenda's left
side. She was still impaled on Brent's semi-erect cock. I turned her
head and guided the cock to her lips, saying, "Here, sweetheart.
Suck on it like a good girl."
Brenda's jaw slackened. Her lips flowed over the crown and
formed a tight seal. Her cheeks hollowed. I began pumping the six
inches of shaft outside her mouth, feeling as decadent as any
mother possibly could, and loving it. One of the younger men came
up on Brenda's other side and fisted his cock at her face. Out of the
corner of her eye, she saw the first pearly strand leap from the tiny
slit. It landed diagonally across the bridge of her nose from
eyebrow to jaw. Others quickly followed, landing mostly near her
mouth.
If there was any doubt in anyone's mind that I was not a willing
participant in my daughter's debauch, I dispelled that with my next
act. I scooped a line of cum on my finger, still wet from my cunt,
and smeared it onto Brenda's lips. When the leader saw what I
wanted to do, he pulled out. I put my finger in her mouth. Brenda
sucked my finger. I gathered more, using two fingers. She opened
for me each time and sucked the sperm from my digits. I took a
long lap with my tongue along her right cheek and gathered sperm.
I cupped her upturned face, then glued my mouth to hers, inserting
my stiff tongue. Brenda sucked it hungrily. I cleaned her face in
this manner, using the kiss to pass my treasure.
Brent had the best view of this as Brenda's head lay back on his
shoulder. We kissed passionately after the last of the sperm, each
was reluctant to stop. Brenda's left hand took my right breast and
squeezed. I removed her hand and shoved it between my legs. I
brought her other hand to my breast, still holding the kiss. The
males gathered around and were loudly commenting on us. Neither
Brenda, nor I cared what they said. We were lost in our passion.
Brenda's fingers were exploring my hot pussy with wild abandon,
entering me and pinching my clit.
Her uninhibited lust fueled my passions further. I wanted
everyone to see how hot she was for me. I wanted to put on a
performance. I broke our lip-lock, stood erect, and lifted my right
foot, placing it behind Brenda's head on the chair back.
As I expected, Brenda's hand remained in my crotch as I
assumed this new position. I bent my knee and brought my pussy
close to her face. I placed my hands on my hips and presented a
lewd spectacle. My audience approved wildly. Brent looked at me
with disbelieving but approving eyes. I made no other overt action.
I wanted to see what Brenda would do on her own. She studied
my cunt, using her fingers and eyes. Her head slowly drifted close
under the urging of the guys, chanting, "Eat her cunt!" I watched
her progress with great anticipation. I saw her breathe in my
musky scent and noticed her favorable reaction. With her lips
inches from my clit, she turned mischievous eyes up my torso. Our
eyes locked and exchanged a silent message. Mine told her to give
the guys a good show. Hers told me, "I've wanted to do this to you
for years."
After taking two loads of cum up my twat, it was a sloppy
mess. That didn't seem to bother Brenda at all. Her puckered lips
closed the distance, kissed my clit, then she stuck her tongue far
out and drew it up my slit. She was performing to the crowd, and
continued lapping me like a hungry pup, pausing frequently to lick
sperm from my thighs. I began directing her, using vulgar
encouragements, calling her Mommy's little cunt lapper. I changed
my stance to present her with my left leg so she could get at the
long trails that had dribbled past my calf. After my legs were clean,
I turned my ass to her, widened my stance and bent way down, I
pulled my cheeks apart, looking at her from between my thighs.
Brenda pulled her face into my ass and began licking me from clit
to anus, probing my asshole with her stiffened tongue.
Though it wasn't necessary, I shouted, "Get your tongue up my
asshole, you little whore." Brenda responded by pulling her face in
tight. Her tongue felt like it was four inches past my sphincter. I
cried out, "Tongue-fuck my asshole, slut!"
Brenda accentuated her movement by bobbing her face against
my moons. Her tongue was like a boy's cock fucking my ass. I
glanced around and saw guys fisting their rampant hardons. I
broke contact from Brenda. I then pulled Brent's cock free of her
cunt and dragged her down to the cushioned platform I'd been lying
on. I positioned her ass on the forward edge, straddled her chest,
then drew her legs up and open, announcing, "Line up, guys. She's
open for business. In my commanding position, I watched five men
and two boys step up and deposit their load deep in my daughter's
cunt. She was delirious by the time the last one spent his semen.
She'd cum three times during this event and was totally drained.
For the next three days, Brenda and I were center stage. We
were shameless in out attempts to keep the guys excited. Between
us we exhausted them. Brent was released after the second hour
and joined in freely. The abductors departed as they said. We
returned home, but things were never the same.
Three weeks after our trip, I crawled over my sons, pausing to
kiss each of their sleeping cocks. I went to Brenda's room to see if
Brent had made it off to work. Brenda was sprawled on her back,
semen leaking from her shaved pussy. I smiled and dressed.
I had to get a paper signed by Brent, so I drove to his plant.
The guard at the front desk was out, so I couldn't gain entry.
Iwaited ten minutes then decided to enter through the shipping and
receiving dock. I poked my head in the wide door and froze.
There, on a pallet of boxes, were three of the men who abductedus,
including the leader. Their mouths dropped on seeing me.
It took me a few seconds to piece everything together. When
awareness dawned, I wasn't angry. A smile slowly formed on my
face. Their mouths closed. I sauntered over with a sexy sway. I
chucked the leader under the chin and said, "Why haven't you paid
us a visit? My three guys can't satisfy both of us without help, you
know."
He smiled and said, "Yeah, we know."
NOTE: According to Tiffany, a scene like this actually happened
to her college roommate -- a girl named Brenda. There's sick people in
this world. God bless'em.
THE END
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