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Boffing Bobby
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WARNING -
The following story contains
brutal incestuous homosexual acts,
nonconsensual sex, rubber toys,
sexual violence, regular violence,
anal intercourse, etc.
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ARCHIVE-NAME: BOFFING.BOBBY
(C) 1992 Mark E. Dassad. May be reproduced and redistributed
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and violated if you violate this. Okay you can fix typos.
A lazy Summer afternoon breeze wafted through the Brady boys' bedroom,
tickling the sweaty writhing bodies of Marcia, Jan and Bobby twisting
in a tangled heap on the bottom bunk that Bobby shared with Peter.
Muffled squeals periodically erupted from the girls bedroom that was
on the other side of bathroom connecting the kids' bedrooms, but
the siblings cavorting on Peter's bed took no notice. Marcia
straddled Bobby's shoulders, his hands cuffed to the headboard,
grinding her dripping pussy into his face, her clit rubbing furiously
against his freckled button nose as her juices dribbled into his mouth
and down his chin.
"Mmmmfnn..." Bobby struggled furiously, unable to breathe around the
pressing lips of Marcia's firm young twat that threatened to suffocate
him. Jan with one strong grip was holding his legs firmly spread,
curled upward towards Marcia's sweating back, as her other hand
pistoned a large greased cucumber in Bobby's distended rectum.
"You know you love it, Bobby," Jan cooed, her hair of gold tickling
Bobby's balls, recalling the exact words Peter and Greg had slurped at
her the very night before, when they'd lured her into joining them in
the attic for some groovy marijuana cigarettes. Unable to agree on
who got to poke her first, they'd finally settled on a little
double-p. Greg's dick was fatter so he got the pussy position, while
Peter poled Jan's young teen poop chute with his smaller less mature
cock. They didn't want to *hurt* her after all...
"Fuck him harder Jan," Marcia instructed her sister, lifting her hips
for an instant to allow her little brother to gasp some air, her cunt
juices glistening on his nose and mouth. Bobby took the opportunity
to start wailing. "It feels really groovy when he screams into my
pussy, and his nose rubs my clitty just right when he jerks his head
back"
"Pleeeeease Ja-an," Bobby screamed, "It's too big, even Daddy's isn't
*that* fat... I only like skinny ones like Sam has." Bobby shrank as
soon as he mentioned Sam's name, and started moaning as Jan drove the
monstrous vegetable even deeper between his tight little freckled
pre-adolescent cheeks. Marcia lurched forward, and grabbing Bobby's
ears to better grind her twitching pussy into his face, about to cum
she turned to look over her shoulder at Jan, who smiled an evil grin,
twisting the fat organic dildo deep in Bobby's baby butt.
"Sam..." Jan exulted. "Wait'll Alice hears about this!"
Grinding her hips furiously, Marcia moaned and in one last orgasmic
ecstasy thrust her tight cunt lips against Bobby's mouth, swirling
them around his entire face, her juices stinging in his eyes, clogging
his nose, dripping off his chin. She rolled exaustedly off of Bobby
to kneel beside him on the floor next to the bunk bed, and began
licking the evidence of her orgasm off his face, sucking the cum out
of his nose and kissing him deeply to share the taste of her funk with
him as he gulped some welcome oxygen.
"You know Jan, I bet Bobby would do *anything* for us not to tell
Alice he's been boffing her boyfriend." Marcia remarked, moving her
attentions to Bobby's flaccid thumb-sized little boy meat, sucking
furiously on it's two-and-a half inch length, fondling his balls, as
Jan slowed the thrusts of the cucumber in Bobby's butt to a more
tolerable pace and depth.
"Don't tell, you guys, please don't tell," Bobby wailed, arching his
slim eight-year-old hips in spite of himself towards the intruder
threatening to rupture his rectum, his tiny dick growing to it's full
3 1/2 inches, thanks to Marcia's expert ministrations and the cuke's
head diddling his prostate. "I promised Sam if he fucked me nice I
wouldn't tell anyone. Sam'll never fuck me again if you tell Alice,
Alice'll throw him out. And I love it when Sam fucks me."
Marcia smiled sweetly at Bobby, and grinned at Jan. She slacked off
sucking Bobby, as he was about to squirt his thin pre-adolescent load.
"Well maybe Jan can fuck you nice too Bobby," Marcia proposed. "We
promise we won't tell Alice her boyfriend's been two-timing her with
you, but you gotta do whatever we say from now on, ok?"
"That's right Bobby, I'll fuck you nice," Jan smiled at Bobby,
removing her chartreuse mini-skirt to reveal a huge strap on dildo
protruding from her slim teenage groin. She pulled her tight knit
striped orange and white shirt off to reveal tiny almost imperceptible
tits. Pulling the cuke from Bobby's ass, she watched as his sphincter
spasmed happily in it's new-found freedom. It was a short-lived
freedom. Jan grabbed the bottle of mineral oil that was always handy
on any Brady nightstand, and lubed the monster rubber dong bobbing in
front of her mound. In one happy stroke, Jan lurched forward, curling
Bobby's knees up against his skinny chest and burying the entire shaft
of her pseudo dick deep in his butt. Bobby shrieked in agony as the
latex intruder stretched his anus wider than it had ever been
stretched before, but his tiny phallus began to rise once again
in spite of itself, responding to the painful rape of his ass as it
would to pleasure. Jan leaned into the task with pleasure, her golden
tresses falling forward to tickle Bobby's tiny nipples. Jan reached
around Bobby's curled legs to grab at the little nubs, twisting and
pulling as Bobby grunted like a happy little stuck pig, thrusting his
freckled cheeks up to meet the rubber dick churning in and out his
exit hole.
A flash went off in Bobby's face and he turned his head turned to find
Greg taking picture after picture of him with Jan riding him hard,
Marcia instructing Greg on camera angles and Jan on penetration
angles.
"I get.. aaannnghhh... half... aaarrhhh... the money...
ooooonnnnggghh... from this ... aaaaaaAAAnnnnnnnnnngggggggh...
batch,...ooohhh ride me ride me ride me!.. batch... oooofffff
p-p-p-p-... nngh nnnghhh nnnnghhhh... pictures!" Bobby yelled on the
upstroke of Jan's violent thrusts. The base of Jan's dildo was
studded and nubbed, and she had a slim vibrator wedged in her cunt, so
that each thrust into Bobby's ass ground the nubs equisitely into
her clit, the vibrator doing it's work in her pussy. In her ecstasy
Jan had reneged on her promise to "fuck Bobby nice", but Bobby wasn't
minding as his teeny member waved merrily from the action in his ass.
Peter had come in to see what all the noise was about just in time to
watch Jan cum. With one last deep thrust Jan collapsed on top of
Bobby, her hips bucking wildly, her long blond locks falling over
Bobby's face and chest as his tiny dick dribbled it's pathetic attempt
at an orgasm onto his belly. Peter clapped wildly, pumping his hips
in a lewd imitation of Jan's gyrations.
"Right on, Sis! Way to bone Bobby! Boff the little brat!"
Jan reached around and unstrapped the dildo from her torso, leaving
the harness dangling from the dong still buried in Bobby's ass as she
rolled off him to collapse on the floor beside the bunkbed.
"Wow that was really groovy," Jan sighed. "Where's Cindy...?"
Greg, Marcia and Peter laughed out loud. "She's kind of tied up right
now..." they all giggled in unison.
"Hey, lemme go, guys!" Bobby wailed, afraid he'd been forgotten, his
hands still attached to the headboard, too tired to will his muscles to
expel the intruder from his ass, too tired to even shit.
Greg looked at Peter, who smiled back.
"Sure thing Bobby," Greg grinned. "Whatta ya think Pete, should we
let Bobby go??"
"Aw c'mon you guys," Bobby whined, catching the lustful shine on their
faces. "Jan just fucked me, can't you wait till another time? I'm
tired..."
"I don't know, Greg, Mom and Alice will be home soon," Peter reasoned.
Greg smiled at Peter. "Yeah, we ought to get a quickie in now, don't
you think?"
They looked at Bobby, who was crying and pulling at the handcuffs.
"No fair, I'm telling!"
"Telling what?" Marcia smiled sweetly at Bobby, who blanched.
"You promised!" Bobby shrieked.
"We promised we wouldn't tell *Alice*," Marcia corrected. "We didn't
say we wouldn't tell Greg and Peter you've been getting "Pencil-dick
Sam" to bang you.
Bobby sobbed as Peter and Greg dropped their pants, Greg's thick meat
swaying menacingly in the afternoon breeze, Peter's smaller but still
impressive cock bobbing equally energetically as Peter stepped out of
his jeans and began removing the wide, white leather belt from his
bell-bottoms. In spite of Bobby's protests, his spirited little dick
perked right up at the thought of taking his brothers' dicks up his
butt and down his throat.
"Where is Cindy, really?" Jan asked Greg as he removed the handcuffs
holding Bobby to the headboard and roughly yanked the oily shit-covered
dong and harness from Bobby's ass and handed it to Jan, who grabbed
it gingerly by one strap.
Greg smiled at Peter who grinned back at Marcia. "Hide and seek," was
all he would tell Jan.
"Oh, you guys are cooties!," Jan pouted. "I ought to tell on you.
I'll just find her myself!" Jan stomped out of the room, unaware that
she wasn't very imposing stark naked, no matter how angrily she flung
her long blond locks about.
Peter turned to Marcia, who was lounging on the corner of Greg's bed,
watching Greg and Peter wrestling Bobby to the floor. Though
exhausted from the butt banging Jan had just given him, the little
guy was still putting up a decent fight.
"Gee whiz Marcia, are you just gonna watch or are you gonna help us out
here?" Peter demanded, a strong arm around Bobby's neck and another
pressing the small of his back into the carpet while Greg stripped off
the rest of his clothes. With the onset of puberty Peter's voice had
the bad habit of cracking at amusing moments, but he was enjoying his
developing muscles and the new sensation of testosterone swelling his
dick and putting hair on his balls. It was so much more fun banging
butt than being banged, and Greg and his dad weren't as interested in
him as they used to be.
Naked from the waist down, his fat cock dancing in front of him, Greg
was having a hard time getting within reach of Bobby's buttocks for
him kicking his legs. Greg reached in to grab one of Bobby's ankles
but backed away hurriedly when Bobby's heel contacted the inside of
his upper thigh.
Marcia stood up disdainfully from Greg's bed and picked up Peter's
belt. "Boys don't know how to do anything. Do women have to show you
EVERYTHING?" She leaned back and smacked Bobby across the buttocks
with Peter's belt, rasing a wide red weal across his skinny freckled
cheeks. Bobby shrieked and twisted his hips trying to avoid the
stripes that Marcia rained across his butt and the back of his legs.
She was growing horny again at the sight of Bobby's burning cheeks,
and started rubbing herself, hiking up her mini-skirt to get better
access to her twat. She belted Bobby a few more times, and Greg
stepped in when Bobby finally stopped struggling and lay passively
waiting for the next stage in his humilitation.
"Good job, Sis," Greg praised Marcia's handiwork, kneeling down behind
Bobby's prone form, roughly grabbing Bobby's enflamed flesh and
pulling him to his knees, as Peter let go his grip on Bobby's neck and
moved around in front of Bobby's now kneeling form, thrusting his cock
into Bobby's mouth just as he opened it wide to bellow as Greg roughly
thrust his fat hard meat between Bobby's flaming cheeks, brutally
stretching his so recently abused child-sized sphinter muscle.
Pushing the impossibly fat, dry head of his cock through Bobby's
butthole, Greg leaned into the task at hand, kneeling over Bobby as he
pushed his thick cock deep up Bobby's chocolate chute. The hairy base
of Greg's 17-year-old cock grinding against his eight-year-old
brother's bright red ass and the force of his dick travelling up
inside Bobby pushed Bobby forward towards Peter's thrusting peter;
Bobby's attempts to scream his protest opened his throat wide so that
Peter was able to lunge the entire length of his hard fourteen-year-
old dick all the way down Bobby's throat so that Peter's young nuts,
just sprouting their first tufts of hair, tickled Bobby's chin. Peter
grabbed Bobby's head and began fucking his face with wild abandon, his
dick lunging in and out of Bobby's throat in synch with the pounding
of Greg's dick in Bobby's rectum. Had they not been experienced
cocksmen both Greg and Peter would have come right then, as Bobby
struggled and thrashed, impaled at both ends, a human shish kebob, his
spasming throat muscles milking Peter's rod like an expert whore's
cunt, his ass spasming uncontrollably around the large cock grinding
deep into his gut, splitting his ass cheeks wide, rubbing the freshly
tanned flesh of his buttocks raw with each burrowing thrust.
Unknown to Greg, Marcia had become intensely excited at belting Bobby,
and wanted in on the current ass action. She tip-toed up behind
Greg's thrusting butt, Jan's abandoned dildo, freshly cleaned and
greased jutting from her waist. On Greg's backstroke, Marcia lunged
forward, expertly parting Greg's cheeks, driving the huge dildo into
his rectum in one clean stroke. Greg gasped at the unexpected
intruder impaling him, and lunged forward into Bobby in an attempt to
escape the dong Marcia was pumping into his ass, though truth to tell
Greg rather enjoyed a stiff dick now and then. With the rubber wedge
in his ass, the pressure on his prostate excited Greg to new heights
of ecstasy and he humped Boby now with cruel abandon, slamming him
forward so that with each of Greg's thrusts Bobby's mouth was driven
forward onto Peter's prick, it's full length sliding down Bobby's
throat and tickling his tonsils. Only occasionally did Peter pull out
far enough for Bobby to gasp a few essential lungfuls of air, and then
it was back to face fucking. As Marcia began to come, she ground the
huge dong deep into Greg's eager ass. Greg felt his nuts tighten and
he knew he couldn't hold out any more.
"Oh baby..." Greg groaned, thrusting so hard into Bobby's ass that he
lifted Bobby's knees right off the bedroom floor, Bobby dangling for
just a moment from Greg's rock hard rod. "Get ready for a hot sperm
enema, Bobby!" Greg bellowed.
Peter began thrusting into Bobby' mouth at the same time, slamming his
balls into Bobby's chin as he too felt his nuts begin to explode. "Our
cum's gonna mix somewhere inside him, Greg," Peter squeaked, unable to
control himself or his breaking voice.
Together Peter and Greg shot their loads deep inside Bobby's tired
little body, geyser after geyser of hot sticky semen shooting deep
into his colon, splashing off the back of his throat as he had no
other choice but to swallow or choke.
Marcia meanwhile continued pistoning the rubber rod in Greg's butt, as
he lay exhausted atop Bobby's limp form, grinding her juicy cunt
against the nubby base. With one final shuddering thrust she too
came, slick juices dribbling onto Greg's firm freckled hairy ass.
They lay in an exhausted heap on the floor of the boys' bedroom, too
tired to even speak, Bobby still gasping air and drooling Peter's cum
as he lay with his head in the crotch of Peter's prone form, where
he had collapsed when Peter had lain back, exhausted after filling
Bobby with his cum. Greg lay next to Bobby, one leg still draped
possessively over Bobby's back, smiling as he watched Bobby's butthole
wink spasmodically, Greg's cum mingled with Bobby's shit leaking from
Bobby's ass with each spasm of his sphincter muscle.
"Get that thing out of my butt now, huh?" Greg demanded of Marcia who
was laying exhausted on top of him, the dildo still buried deep in is
butt.
A car was heard in the driveway.
"Hey," Peter remembered suddenly. "That must be Mom and Alice back
from the airport with cousin Oliver."
Bobby perked up at the though of his chubby little blond five-year-old
cousin spending the Summer with the Bradys.
Greg slapped Bobby's butt which was still recovering from it's recent
tanning, reading Bobby's thoughts.
"Hey sport, looks like you'll be getting some soon too."
Slowly, the Brady kids untangled themselves and stumbled into the
bathroom to clean themselves off and greet their new house guest.
Now, where WAS Cindy?
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