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Hi,
	It's been a while since I posted the firt installment. I haven't had
the chance to send any more after that. Hopefully I'll be able to change
that this time around.

Insert Standard Disclaimer:

	This story is set in an alternate world which closely parallels our
own. This is pure fantasy, with bits of satire and dry humor tossed in.
Any similarities to persons living or dead is entirely coincidental
(Really! Believe me! I mean it!). Of course, with the standard fantasy
conventions, most men and women are ideal models of beauty, there are no
sexually transmitted diseases (although a possible future chapter has a
funny twist to this), and unintended pregnancies are quite easy to
prevent. If this looks too much like your reality, get me in contact with
your dealer!
	Attempting to replicate this type of world in your life could get
you in a big-assed dog pile, mentaly, physically, or just plain old
legally. I don't advocate any of it!
	If you are under 18, you shouldn't be here. Buy your parents a
freaking clue. It won't be too long before you're over the fence and
wishing you had your youth back. Come back when that happens.

	At this point, this story will be fairly no holds barred. That means
you can expect: mf of all types and numbers (orgies, gang bangs, even
plain vanilla, etc.), public, ff (though will stay away
from mm for the most part), mild d/s, mild ws, possible inc. (would like
feedback).
	Plus there might be peripheral excursions into stuff like beast, and
s&m (but mild in any case).
	No rape, or other extreme type behaviors.
	Please send feedback (Like it? Want to see something? Want more
chapters? Got cabbage?)!
	Enjoy!
===================================================

Home After Work
	by Lovin Lingayat

	Bill Henley groaned in frustration as he walked up the sidewalk to
his front door. His cock was half erect and still throbbing in his
slacks. He turned halfway to the door to watch his carpool ride drive
away, Linda's head could barely be seen bobbing up and down on Rick's lap
as he waved Bill goodbye and turned back toward the exit to the
subdivision. The bastard would probably take his sweet time getting Linda
home so that he could shoot off in her mouth. Not that Rick was to blame
for Bill's frustration. Bill had gotten five full minutes in the back
seat with Linda's wonderful mouth after all. It was that damned Joe "call
me Joseph" bastard from networking group and his tightassed views about
sex in public places. The car was hardly the same as fucking in an open
air restaurant, and a simple blow job was hardly sex anyway, but all that
didn't seem to be worth a damn in the actual practice.
	Bill let out a resigned sigh. It really hadn't been Joseph's fault
either, he hadn't specifically asked for them to not engage in such
activities. Linda just went into the modest closed thighs mode every time
he was around. It wasn't like five minutes worth of blow job heaven after
Joseph got off at his stop was too short either. If it hadn't been for
the morning fuck session with his wife, the coffee break blow job from
Sally in personnel, the usual lunch break quicky with his secretary, and
a post meeting mini orgy set up by one of their suppliers, maybe he could
have shot something off in the five minutes.
	The feel of Linda's saliva cooling on his prick returned him to his
bad mood. Aww, who was he kidding? He hadn't gotten off in five minutes
since he had left his twenties behind. No matter how good it got. He
would have needed the entire forty minutes they had spent in highway
gridlock to cum. Even with Linda's expert tongue. At least he could still
get it up, Bill was a little better than most in that department. Most
men would poop out after their third or fourth cum, but Bill could go for
8-10 before hitting his daily limit. But along with the ability came the
hungry need, and his deflating cock made him groan in frustration again
before he entered the front door of his house.
	Inside, he could hear his wife Sarah cooking dinner. Fat chance she
would let him fuck her before dinner, and he needed to get off fast. He
would just have to satisfy himself with his hands and whatever sex flick
he could find on the tube. When he rounded the corner from the living
room into the kitchen, his cock gave a lurch as he saw the smooth
perfection of his wife's body covered only in an apron. It was her usual
attire for working around the house, but it never failed to get a rise
out of Bill, so to speak.
	"Mmmm... You look so good, honey," Bill said, as he came up to her
from behind, wrapping one arm around her and using the other to gently
stroke her pussy lips from behind. It was the truth. Sarah was a gorgeous
honey blond with 34C bust and curves that would make most women jealous.
At 28 years old, she was 9 years younger than Bill, and looked a whole
lot younger.
	"Oh, you," Sarah said, giggling and turning partly to give him a
kiss.
	Bill cupped her cunt with one hand while he reached for his zipper
with the other. "Let's have a little fun right now in the kitchen."
	"Oh, no you don't," Sarah pushed him away, laughing. "I still got
cooking to do."
	"Dammit, Sarah... Why don't you keep cooking while I slip it in from
behind?" Bill had his cock out in his hand. It was slowly wagging up and
down as if begging for pussy.
	"Uh-huh, we can have fun when we go to bed. Right now, I have to
finish before the girls get home."
	Bill groaned in frustration before giving up and going to the fridge
to grab a beer. Mentally, he cursed her as a frigid bitch. Oh, well...
Back to plan A. Jacking off in front of the TV wasn't that bad.
	"Where's the boy?" He asked as he grabbed a cold one.
	"Upstairs, with Jenny and Jilly."
	"The Fuckminster twins." Bill quipped.
	"Yeah, the Fuckminster twins." Sarah agreed. "They've been up there
for an hour now. I think the girls monopolize him too much. Coming over
every day. He's got to have some room for variety at his age, you know?"
	The last part of her words had to be spoken a bit more loudly
because Bill had stopped listening to her early on and gone into the
family room to settle in front of the TV. As he browsed through the porn
channels, he stripped his pants off a pulled a little on his prick. He
hoped there was something halfway decent on.
	As he flipped to the fifth cable porn channel, he smiled, it was a
Leslie Moore special. Leslie was one of Bill's favorite porn stars. She
could paint, sing, act, do gymnastics, and put on an incredibly hot fuck
session. A real-assed multitalented fuck slut. On top of that, she was a
pretty little brunette, with a smile to die for. What Bill wouldn't have
given just for a hour with Leslie. Today, it was her getting gang banged
on a crowded subway platform. She sometimes had her back supported by a
post, and sometimes she just lay on her back on the dirty subway floor.
For a while she was even suspended in air by a couple of guys as they
plowed her from front and behind at the same time. Just watching her
being used like a cheap slut pumped a few ounces of blood straight into
his prick. Most of Leslie's porn flicks were high production affairs with
exotic locations, and great stories that put her talents to full use, but
this one was just a gonzo fuck fest. Not that either Bill, or his prick
minded. It was nice to see miss perfection get the balling of her life
once in a while.
	Each time another guy slipped into her either by her pussy, ass, or
mouth, his name and state he lived in appeared in subtitles. Bill
wondered about that a little bit. The names didn't seem familiar. What
was that for? By the looks of it there were an awful lot of men from how
many times they changed. They didn't seem to be pros either
	"Damn, she's doing one of her fan fucking marathons again," said
Christy, his younger daughter from behind him, answering his question. He
looked at her in surprise, he hadn't noticed her come into the room, let
alone home. How long had she been watching? "Look at how hot some of them
are, they're practically coming as soon as they get inside her. Man, I'd
hate to be picked for this thing only to get a two second blow job. It
would be pretty embarrassing to blow my load just as soon as she wraps
her lips around my dick like that guy!"
	On screen a chubby middle aged dejectedly removed his penis from
Leslie's mouth. A small strand of sperm mixed with saliva clung
regretfully between his penis and the sex goddesses mouth for a few
seconds before some other guy pushed him out of the way and shoved his
own prick down her mouth.
	Christy came around to the front of the couch and stood watching the
mayhem on the screen. She was still in her middle school uniform. At
twelve years old, her breasts were barely budding, and her butt stood out
like two perky little balls under her short pleated skirt made of grey
wool. Her hips hadn't yet started developing, but she more than made up
for them with a wasp-like waist. She wore a white cotton blouse with
stiff collars and a small blue tie with red stripes. School colors. Her
blond hair was pulled back with a thick braid that hung to her mid back.
>From where he was sitting, Bill could barely see a bit of her white
cotton panties peaking out from under her skirt, and his eyes were just
about even with, if not slightly above, her waist.
	"She wears her skirts a little too short," Bill thought to himself.
Cindy was hardly this much of a tease when she was at Christy's age.
	"This is the third 'Fan Fuck Revenge' spots she has done for the
Pribnow Files TV Specials," Christy continued. "This one isn't as nasty
as the one she did in the gas station restroom. At least in my opinion."
	"Aren't you a little young to be watching this sort of thing young
lady?" Bill tried to muster up as much of a stern voice as possible while
having his pants around his ankles and his prick in his hand. He had to
admit that he didn't feel entirely comfortable masturbating in front of
the kids, he supposed he was a bit old fashioned in that, but he couldn't
help it. Sarah wouldn't allow him to change the cable hook-up to the den
so that he could have a private room with a door he could lock whenever
he felt the need, and he'd be damned if he would pay the cable company
another 30 bucks a month for the extra line.
	Christy squirmed a little uncomfortably and glanced back at him. Her
gaze dropped for a second to his prick which gave a lurch and then
started to sag under her scrutiny, wilting from its former glory. Nope,
Bill didn't like this one bit.
	"All the kids my age watch it. One of my friends is, like the
biggest fan of this show. She tapes all of them, even." Christy sounded a
little defensive, but confidently defiant. "Our math teacher says we
shouldn't watch Pribnow, 'cause it fosters misogyny or some such. On the
account of it taking famous women and playing out degrading scenarios
with them and all... Like, we can't tell fantasy play-acting sex and
stuff from the real unconsenting thing. It's not like I've watched much
of the shows like my friend, but if I didn't watch any of it, I'd, like,
be the only one in my school."
	Bill sighed. "Just don't watch this sort of stuff all the time okay?
This is more for adults."
	"Oh, Dad!" Christy laughed. "Don't worry, this isn't going to make
me go look for a subway station to get banged in. It's just a Pribnow."
	"What's a Pribnow? I've never seen any of these Pribnow Specials.
What are they?"
	Christy gave an exasperated sigh. "You don't know anything! I can't
believe how out of it you are!"
	Christy came over to sit on his naked left thigh, but Bill caught
her butt and tried to push her off.
	"There's plenty of room on the sofa young lady."
	But Christy would have none of it, she ground her panty clad butt
against his hand with her full weight, pinning it against his lap. Bill
gave up, it wasn't like she was doing anything wrong, and it wouldn't be
nice to push her off him forcibly. Unfortunately, his left hand was still
trapped under her soft and tight twin preteen globes of ass flesh. Bill
decided not to dwell on it no matter how nice they felt.
	"Pribnow Specials are where they take famous women and play out some
really twisted or degrading fantasies with them. Mostly it's porn stars
and stuff, but they've had some other types some times. They make it like
the host Pribnow is making them do this sort of stuff, but it's no secret
that the women who go on are the ones who actually make up the scenarios.
There are some women with some really sick imaginations!" Christy was
watching the action on the screen with interest now. Bill could tell the
little girl was getting turned on by the full body flush that colored her
in a glowing pink. He had to admit, she looked pretty cute when she was
hot and bothered. He could feel heat and sweat oozing into his hands
through her panties. "You remember that swimmer that won all those gold
medals in the last Olympics? Aimee something or other? Well there was one
special where she swam nude in a huge pool filled with piss for like
twenty laps or something. Except for goggles, of course. Then she, like,
took a cup of it and drank it while she masturbated for the camera.
That's one sick little puppy if you ask me.
	"Mostly it's gang bang or pseudo-public sex or stuff," Christy
continued. Bill had relaxed his hand and she took advantage of it to
scoot her pubic region into it. She was shaking her right leg causing her
cunt to vibrate sweetly on his fingers. Bill thought this was pretty
close to the line, but he didn't do anything. The hot action on the
screen, his daughters talk, and the feel of her hot body were numbing his
mind a bit. His erection was back with a vengeance, and he started to
jack off a bit more vigorously. "The one where Julie Upton tried hundreds
of different types of dildos from around the world is the best, because
it was so funny. Leslie Moore is one of his most popular guests, though.
He gets huge ratings whenever she's on. I think that's why she's been
back so often. I don't know why, she's, like, thirty or something by
now."
	Christy was wiggling gently on his hand now. Bill lay back on the
sofa cushions and pulled his pud more urgently. On screen, Leslie was
being held up by her armpits and legs as a man rammed into her pussy from
behind and another into her mouth from the front. Bill was getting pretty
close to the edge.
	"Oh... Wow, look at her hair all matted down with cum! Look at how
slimy she is from all that come on her body! Look at her mouth dripping
saliva as she sucks that guy! Oh, man! Uhhhh..." Christy's play by play
was having an effect on Bill. He tried feebly to push her off once more,
but that only served to press his daughter's cunt. He could feel her
secretions soaking the panties now.
	With a moan, Christy plunged her right hand into her panties. He
could feel her fingers mingling with his through the fabric of the
panties briefly before she plunged one finger inside herself. She drew it
out to coat her clit with her secretions before plunging her middle
finger into reaming the entrance of her vagina while frigging her clit
furiously with her pointer finger.
	"Oh, daddy...!" Christy squealed, before she went into a convulsive
climax.
	Bill could only reply with a groan before his dick erupted cum.
Several strands of it landed across his and his daughters thighs, some of
it landed on her grey skirt. Bill was surprised at how thick and copious
it was. He could cum a lot of times, but after a while, it usually was a
tiny liquid stream that barely cleared his glans when it spurted. This
was almost as thick as his first wad of the day, if not quite the volume.
Even though Sarah had these weird fabric cushion covers on the sofa to
prevent a mess at all times there wasn't a guest over, Bill was almost
glad that his daughter had been there to catch most of his unexpected
geyser. He wouldn't have liked it if he had to change the cushion covers.
Not that he was going to forgive her for what she had just done. No
chance of that!
	Christy moaned and slumped back against his shoulder, pressing her
wet cunt into his hand and grinding it slowly as she wound down from her
climax. She must have been on a hair trigger to blow her stack so fast,
but from what Bill knew from his younger years, little girls usually
were. Especially with his oversexed genes, God knows she didn't get her
hot to trot nature from her mother.
	"Hey, you two! Get cleaned up! Dinner's almost ready!" Sarah called
at them from over the counter that separated the kitchen from the family
room. "Tell Jason to get cleaned up too! Play time is over you guys!"
	Regaining a bit of his energy, Bill lifted Christy off his lap and
set her on the couch beside him. It was time to give her a little talking
to.
	"I'm not very happy with what you just did young lady," He chastised
her. "You shouldn't use me to masturbate on. I'm your father, and I
demand some respect. Got that?"
	"Oh, come off it, you enjoyed it too," Christy muttered, pouting off
to a distance.
	"What did you say?" Bill raised his voice at her.
	"Nothing."
	"I will not be talked back to young lady."
	"Geez, okay, okay, already."
	"Christy! Look at me!" Bill stood over her and pulled his pants up,
eyeing her sternly. Christy kept looking elsewhere doggedly. "Christy,
you are getting one lousy attitude for someone your age. What you did
here was wrong. Now I don't want to punish you, but I will if I have to.
Know that young lady! Do you understand?"
	"I'm sorry already! Just lay off!" Christy got up off the sofa and
ran to the stairs, crying. At the bottom of the stairs, she turned around
and scooped a bit of his come off her thighs and sucked it off her
fingers, and then stuck out her tongue at him before running to her room.
	"Christy!" Bill yelled at her retreating back angrily. He was
answered by the loud slam of her door.
	"Oh, leave her alone, Bill," Sarah called from the kitchen. "She was
just masturbating."
	Bill slumped back into the sofa, muttering. That girl was getting to
be impossible, and her mother encouraged her. Neither of the other two
kids had been this bad when they were at her age.
	"Honey! It's already 10 after! Hurry up, get cleaned up and tell
Mike to send the twins home. I don't want their parents to start getting
on our cases for making their daughters late for dinner!"
	Bill got up immediately and headed up to his son's room. Dinner was
smelling pretty good, and his stomach was rumbling pretty loudly in
response. If it fell on him to herd everyone to the dinner table on time,
he certainly didn't begrudge the task.
	Mike's door was completely open, and Bill could see his son giving
the twins a balling of their cute little lives. Mike was in a sandwich
between the two naked 14 year olds, driving his cock in and out of one
while the other rubbed her firm young body against his back.
	"Hey, Mikey!" Bill barked in a proud congratulatory voice. "Looks
like you got more than you can handle there!"
	Mike looked back at him with a big grin, not missing a beat or
slowing his jackhammer pace. Both of the girls giggled a bit.
	"Uh, uh, aaaa hey, dad," Mike gasped. "I could... Aaaah... Ball them
both unconscious."
	"No way!" The twin on the bottom, who was currently receiving Mike's
hard rod, protested.  Was it Jilly or Jenny? Bill couldn't tell them
apart. Both had light brown hair, sweet almond faces, apple sized
breasts, and a slightly darker complexion that looked like a permanent
all over tan and contrasted sharply with their blue eyes.
	"We would own your ass, no problem." The one on top exclaimed
proudly. Bill noticed she was humping her slit against one of Mike's butt
cheeks. She secreting her fuck juices like a faucet, using it to rub up
and down on his hard butt while he rammed his hips up and down into her
sister. "You'd be crying 'uncle' by the time we got through with you! Oh!
Oh! Aaaaaaah!"
	The girl on top suddenly went stiff as she experienced an orgasm,
pressing Mike into her sister hard by her pussy. As she came down from
her climax, she slid off Mike's back blissfully onto the side of the bed.
	"Well, you aren't gonna get the chance today because it's dinner
time," Bill said, smiling. "Time for Mike to get cleaned up and for you
two to be getting home."
	"Oh! Uh! Give me a minute Dad! We're almost theeeere! Uh! Jilly's
pussy is so tight and strong! She's gripping me like a vice!"
	Jilly started running her hand over Mike's back, feeling the
tightening muscles on his 13 year old body. Bill could see that the feel
of Mike's hot body rubbing against her and the feel of his smooth skin in
her hands was sending Jilly over the edge as much as his hard driving
cock. She gave out a strangled cry soon and was cumming. Mike was still a
bit away from his cum, and started driving into her faster --if that was
possible.
	"Hey, Mr. Henley" Jenny called to Bill, spreading her legs apart and
holding her pussy open for him with her fingers. She tried her best at a
seductive smile, amateurishly licking her lips as invitingly as possible.
She looked so cute and cuddly and wanton at the same time that Bill
almost wanted to gather her up in a hug and eat her up with kisses. "Why
don't we, you know, fuck just a little. We could do it really fast."
	"Not this late in the day, we couldn't young lady," Bill said,
laughing. It would take thirty minutes of stimulation alone to get his
cock up to any usefulness, but it was still very flattering that the
little girl was trying. It was quite an ego boost to see such a beautiful
creature trying to seduce him.
	"Well, tomorrow then?" Jenny asked hopefully. Trying to casually
position herself at a seductive pose and poking her apple sized breasts
out awkwardly to catch his eyes. "We could start early, tomorrow.
	Before Bill could respond, Mike came into Jilly with a roar. As far
as Bill could tell, Jilly hadn't stopped cumming all the while. Their
lust sated, the two teens collapsed against each other. Jilly sucked and
licked lovingly on Mikes shoulders and chest as she whimpered down from
her sexual high. Jenny snuggled up to the pair.
	"We can all do this together tomorrow," Jenny said with conviction.
	"What?" Jilly moaned before Bill had a chance to respond.
	"Mike's dad is gonna join in and fuck us both tomorrow."
	"Cool!"
	"Alright dad! This is gonna be so fun!"
	"We can invite Candy and get a three on two going!"
	"That would be so cool! We could get a bunch of guys and have an
orgy!"
	"Hey, no orgies in this house."
	"Okay, maybe a small orgy."
	"Maybe we could get your mom instead!"
	"No way, whoever we get, I gotta be able to fuck too, and I don't
wanna fuck my mom. I'm not some motherfucking dweeb."
	"It's not the same in an orgy! I fucked my dad in the neighborhood
potluck last labor day."
	"I wouldn't advertise that around, Jenny."
	"Jilly's right, you know."
	"How? There was nothing wrong with it!"
	"It's screwing around with the boundaries of interpersonal
interaction in the most powerful and formative relationships in our lives
with the two most important people in anybody's childhood. People we are
_supposed_ to have a precisely set model of roles and guidelines for
interaction with."
	"Wow, that sounds so neat and plausible, Jilly.... For utter
BULLSHIT!"
	"All right you guys," Bill cut into the teenage chatter, with an
irritated voice. "Times a wasting. Get going."
	The twins leaped to getting dressed with an energy amazing for
people who had just finished an intense fuck session. The fight seemed to
have melted right out of them. They ran around gathering their cloths
from amongst Mike's mess on the floor. Oh, to have the energy of youth.
	Bill noticed that Christy had already gone into the bathroom she
shared with her sister. He could hear the shower head running. Satisfied
that the kids were on their way, he took a refreshing short warm shower.
He normally liked the water cold in the morning, but there was nothing
like a warm shower to wind down at the end of the day. When he went back
out after the shower, he noticed Christy and Mike sitting and watching
TV. Mike had apparently already finished with his shower. It couldn't
have been more than ten minutes since Bill had gone in for his. Sometimes
the boy amazed him with his short showers.
	"All right you two, no sitting in front of the TV! Dinner time."
	"We were waiting for you." Christy said sullenly.
	"Is the table set?"
	"Not really."
	"Well then, what were you waiting for? Get to it."
	They both groaned in unison as they got up to their respective
tasks. Between their fighting about who was doing more work, and his
wife's whining about Cindy's continued absence, somehow they got
everything assembled on the dinner table. Bill suddenly heard the front
door open and close quickly as they were sitting down.
	"Oh, man! Sorry I'm late," Cindy gasped as she ran up into the
kitchen from the living room. She was a spectacular mess. Her honey blond
hair, which usually hung down with a gentle inward curve to the base of
her neck, was strewn all over from her running. Her cropped t-shirt top
was twisted a bit out of place by her huge set of knockers as she gasped
for air between her words. Parts of her hair, face and clothes were
matted by drying sperm.
	Bill noticed some browning gelled sperm stuck to her midriff before
his eyes fell on the slimy mess that was her pubic region. Her tan cloth
skirt had hiked up into a belt at her hips because of her run home,
leaving her pouting cum soaked nether lips in plain view. Bill noticed
her pussy hair had been shaved into the shape of a double chevron. He
hadn't known that Cindy kept any of her pubic hair because he only saw
perfectly smooth clams of her cunt peeking out from under her short
skirts day to day. He wondered if the shape was the new fashion along
with all the tattooing that kids seemed to like nowadays. He was glad
none of his kids wanted tattoos or piercings. A large gloop of cum slowly
descended out of her vagina and ran down to her knees while Cindy caught
her breath.
	"I was at Jimmy's, I tried to leave on time, but there were
something like six guys on me and--"
	"Enough! Get cleaned up and come to dinner! You're in big trouble!"
Sarah glared at her 15 year old daughter lividly. "You should know when
to finish up what you are doing get home, so you have no excuses young
lady!"
	"Sorry!" Cindy called out as she ran up the stairs.
	Bill watched Cindy's hastefull retreat with a rueful smile.
	"She's just being a teenager."
	"Bill! I will not have you go soft on her!"
	"Yeah dad, you wouldn't want to spoil Cindy," Christy piped in
sarcasticly.
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	This story has only minimal editing work, I apologise for any
spelling/grammer/etc. mistakes, awkward wordings, idiotic plot or
dialogue, etc.
	I'm doing this for feedback! So if I don't get paid in replies or
letters, I don't post future installments (which might be a good thing).

e-mail: lovinlingam@hotmail.com

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