Aulus, if you are a male, I give you a pbum on this, as ”He left it in there and then proceeded to pop her cherry, as she had never ben with a man. He pushed in and pulled out quickly, blood covering his male reproductive organ. He pulled out and blew a load all over her back.” is what most males see as romance. If you are, in fact, a female, then you should get counseling. Quickly.

why doesn’t anyone like me?!?!?!?!?

;0;

I have no skills to make a cover picture, or I’d enter. I’ve been dedicating myself to contest whoring lately.

Also, you have to know, people are lazy as hell. All people had to do for the contest I ran was post a link to something they liked and it only got like 40 people.

Also, there are still like 2 weeks and nana’s entry is epic.

I’m too lazy for this ****.

1.

My wife Linda and I are inordinately proud of our twenty-four years old son whose name is Christopher Phillips. Never heard of him, have you? No, but if you’re an aficionado of adult movies, then I’m sure you will have heard of Wayne Benton, star of countless porn films in virtually all categories of the genre, gay, straight, but mostly bi where, as the bisexuals amongst us all know, you get the best of both worlds.

Linda and I have copies of all our son’s films and show them at our regular swingers parties and it certainly adds to the overall excitement of our orgies to be sucking and ****ing with each other while our versatile son is performing on the widescreen t.v. The parental pride my wife and I both feel as we watch Christopher enjoying his chosen career is second-to-none and we are always happy when he takes time out from Porn Valley to visit us.

We are more like friends than mom, dad and son which is hardly surprising since we brought Christopher up to feel no shame in his body, most of the time walking around naked and many nights mine and Linda’s sex sessions would be pepped up enormously at the sounds of our son masturbating in the adjoining bedroom. As soon as he turned eighteen, he was free to join us, we would not allow him to do so until he was a fully consenting adult but as soon as he reached our stipulated age, join us he did – with gusto. It was, I hasten to add, his decision, there was certainly no coercion on our part to get our son involved in the taboo relationship we have enjoyed for several years now, it was just a natural extension of our unorthodox lifestyle.

Christopher made it clear that he wanted to get into porn soon after joining us. With his full consent and that of Linda’s, I would take photos of Christopher ****ing his mother for my private pornography collection and I suppose it was this which sowed the seeds in our son’s mind that he might be good enough to pursue a career in the adult movie industry.

So I sent off some full frontal pics of him showing his impressive hard-on, along with some bare bum shots, to various studios and, not surprisingly, he was snapped up but then, biased though I am, he is incredibly good-looking with a great gym-honed body, a beautiful uncut male reproductive organ of at least seven inches, a pair of delicious pendulous balls and an bum to die for. And when he great timess, he great timess by the bucketload and many are the times when Linda and I have ended up buried under a seemingly non-stop stream of our son’s copious white hot incestuous spunk.

His pseudonym came out of the mind of one of the studio’s producers, made up off the top of the guy’s head like Judy Garland’s character was renamed from Esther Blodgett to Vicki Lester in “A Star Is Born” way back in 1954, before any of us were born, although as a devotee of old non-porno movies, it was of course Janet Gaynor in the original version, made even earlier in 1937. Just thought I’d throw that in.

Wayne Benton seemed to be as good a fictitious name as any and since none of us could think of anything better – my wife suggested Roger Hardon which was quickly dismissed, not the least by our son – Wayne Benton he has been ever since. He made his first film at the age of nineteen and I well remember how eager he was to tell us all about it when he got home at the end of the first day’s shoot – shoot being the operative word.

It had been a hot day and my wife and I were reclining on our sun lounges out in the garden, me in my swim trunks and Linda in her bra and panties when Christopher got home. He looked extremely sexy, dressed in a white sleeveless singlet which showed off his powerful-looking shoulders and a pair of skimpy white shorts which accentuated the magnificent globes of his perfectly sculptured bum cheeks and highlighted the long cleft of his divine bum crack, not to mention a nice thirst-quenching bulge in the front. He smiled when he saw us, his parents, in our semi-naked state and Linda jumped up and ran across to kiss him.

“How did it go, sweetheart?” she asked when they had finished snogging.

“It was brilliant, mom,” Christopher said, “my male reproductive organ is red raw, I ****ed these two gorgeous hussies until they begged for mercy and the producer said I did really well. Beats working in some crummy office.”

“I bet it does, son,” I said, from the lounge, knowing all too well how dispiriting that can be, having worked in one all my life and still do.

“Can’t wait to see the film, sweetheart,” Linda replied as Christopher walked over to me, treating his mother to a totally unobstructed view of his beautiful tight bum cheeks rubbing together inside his tiny white shorts. I smiled at the sight of my wife licking her lips as she ogled our son’s awesome bumocks and his athletic legs and thighs protruding from the ends of his shorts.

Christopher slumped down on the sun lounge recently vacated by Linda who went into the house to prepare some drinks while our offspring regaled me with more details of his first day as a porn star. As he went into lurid detail, I began to stroke my prick through my trunks until they bulged out impressively, the outline of my hard-on fully visible through the material.

“Looks like that needs some attention, dad,” Christopher said, sliding off the lounge and dropping to his knees beside me. I lifted my body to slip my trunks down, freeing my prick from their constraints, and Christopher gasped as he had done on the very first day of our threesomes a year or so earlier.

“****ing hell, dad,” he said, his eyes on stalks as if he had never seen my aroused prick before, “you ought to be a porn star too with a prick like that.”

“I’m too old for all that now,” I replied, laughing, “its you youngsters the producers want nowadays.”

“Nonsense, dad,” Christopher replied, “want me to have a word? We could do some real incest films together, be better than those where the actors just pretend to be related.”

“I suppose it would,” I answered, “but let’s hold fire on that, eh?”

“OK dad,” Christopher said, without disappointment, “it was just a thought.”

With that, my son didn’t waste any more time taking me into his mouth and I have to say that in the short space of that year since we first started, he had developed into a first-clbum male reproductive organ sucker, every bit as good at it as his mother was and still is. After five minutes, during which time my male reproductive organ embedded itself almost halfway down my son’s throat, Christopher let it fall out of his mouth and went to work on my balls, slurping his tongue over the sweaty sacs while I lay back and soaked up the all-consuming euphoria of sunshine and sex.

Since that day, so long ago now, Christopher has slipped into his Wayne Benton persona thousands of times over and now has a very impressive filmography of adult movies to his credit. He has also made more money than Linda and I have in a lifetime’s slog of commuting to offices every day and being surrounded by a lot of boring old farts into the bargain.

But it is quite right that porn stars like our son should be well-rewarded financially, they are entertainers and it is bloody hard work, as Christopher has testified on many occasions, while the working life of a porn actor is usually quite short, though the great Peter North went on for years delighting us all with his magnetic performances and showing us that fabulous male reproductive organ of his before he retired. Not to mention his stupendous great timesshots, each and every one a winner, though Wayne Benton runs him a very close second.

Christopher’s hope is that, by the time he’s thirty, he will have made enough money to retire, buy a home for himself and a better one for Linda and I and never have to work again. Since our son’s range and versatility has always been incredible, Christopher has all the hallmarks that should ensure a long-lasting porn career so I should be very surprised, in a few years’ time, if his dream hasn’t come true.

He is into most things and has even done a few **** scenes and watersports films. Linda and I enjoy watching anything he appears in but especially his gay ones where he both gives and takes it up the bum while in most of his bi ones he usually gets it up the bum from some floozy’s strap-on. As I said at the beginning, no sex-mad mother and father could wish for a more handsome nor hornier son …

2.

Now, back in the present time, Christopher was paying us one of his regular visits during a holiday from filming yet more porn movies to excite the voyeurs of this world. As usual, he turned up with lots of presents for us, a new strap-on for Linda modelled on himself and some male reproductive organ straps and a bum plug for me.

The first night of Christopher’s homecoming we had one of the most enjoyable threesomes we have ever had since we first started doing them. I selected one of mine and Linda’s favorites of Christopher’s – sorry Wayne Benton’s – films and slid it into the DVD player. After the titles disappeared and the action began, there was our naked son on screen ****ing with three women while also standing in the flesh in our house right next to us.

As soon as we were undressed, Christopher and I stood in front of Linda to have our male reproductive organs sucked. Linda smiled happily as her eyes took in the two hard father and son rods pointing invitingly towards her, and our big balls too, and she quickly opened her mouth and took Christopher inside in one fail swoop. I didn’t mind in the slightest Linda giving Christopher her attention first, after all I can get a blowjob from her anytime whereas our son can only visit from time to time and though he gets plenty of blowjobs in his line of work, he has always said that none of the ****s he goes with before the cameras compare to his mom when it comes to sucking male reproductive organ.

Later on that night there was more male reproductive organ-sucking by Linda, while Christopher and I enjoyed a very hot sixty-nine which got Linda drooling as she watched. There was also plenty of woman's genitals-licking, Christopher loves licking his mother’s woman's genitals, and bum-rimming with me licking Christopher’s deliciously-sweaty bumhole before our son took his mother’s new strap-on up his bum. Since this was, as I said, modelled on Wayne Benton, I had the great pleasure of witnessing my son taking his own male reproductive organ up his bum! Well, that’s not strictly true, of course, but it was still very exciting to watch and Linda certainly has the experience and enthusiasm to ensure that Christopher derived maximum enjoyment from the perverted penetration.

The first film came to an end and I changed it to one of our son’s bisexual films in which he has several scenes with a variety of other guys and girls, all of whom get off exposing themselves nude with no inhibitions, shame, embarrasment nor guilt, and being filmed in the knowledge that a world-wide audience will be watching. While Christopher was being ****ed in the bum by his mother and her fake male reproductive organ, on the screen he was on his hands and knees, spreading his bum cheeks and treating all and sundry to a view of his bumhole, the camera panning in to make sure the porn watchers got a nice long look in glorious close-up – and in full colour, too – before his gay male co-star started ****ing our son with tremendous aplomb.

While Wayne Benton was getting his bumhole attended to on screen, Linda ****ed Christopher with her plastic prick for what seemed like an hour or more but was in reality only about ten minutes while I waited impatiently to do the same with my natural appendage. When I finally got to slide my fat rod into the lad’s all-enveloping bumhole, Linda was again beside herself with maternal pride as she watched our son, the porn star, being given a good seeing to by his father. Just as I had been paternally proud as I watched him getting ****ed by Linda while, simultaneously, the sex-mad young hunk was also still getting ****ed by another guy on the t.v. screen just a few feet away.

It was wonderful to have Christopher back in the bosom of his horny loving family again and it felt so good to be not only ****ing my own son but ****ing a porn star to boot. In the old days before Christopher went off to pursue his career, he, Linda and I would suck and **** together on a daily basis. Now, its like once every three months so that when we do get together again we go all out to enjoy ourselves and after Linda and I had both ****ed Christopher, he then took it in turns to **** us, his parents, starting with his mother …

3.

Linda likes it doggie-style and had positioned herself onto the bed on her hands and knees as Christopher stood behind her, his throbbing male reproductive organ in his hand and his foreskin peeled back as far as nature allowed to expose his very juicy knobhead, pink and glistening and smeared in liberal layers of pre-great times. I knelt down and gave it a quick suck for good luck, enjoying the salty masculine taste of the goo, as Linda waited impatiently to get ****ed.

“**** me, sweetheart,” Linda said, looking over her shoulder and smiling while I stood and inserted the new bum plug Christopher had bought me into my bumhole and then began wanking as I watched the intense scene start to unfold, “I’ve waited so long to feel your nice hard male reproductive organ inside me again.”

Christopher smeared some KY onto his fingers and then worked it into Linda’s woman's genitals. When my wife was sufficiently greased, Christopher – or Wayne Benton if you prefer – greased his prick with another vast quantity of the lube and then moved up behind his mother, placing his male reproductive organ at the entrance to her woman's genitals. Then he slowly moved in for the kill and Linda sighed happily as she felt her son’s thick rod begin the forbidden penetration.

I was as horny as **** as I watched my son ****ing my wife but I slowed down the pace of my wanking as I didn’t want to blow my load too soon. My bumhole felt really good with the bum plug embedded in it while the cheeks of the porn star’s bottom were clenching and unclenching with each thrust that he gave his mother, upping the tempo as he pressed his experienced pole deeper into Linda’s greasy tight woman's genitals.

“Oh yes, sweetheart,” Linda cried, pushing back to meet every pounding of our son’s incestuous prick, “that feels so good.”

“**** her hard, son,” I said, as I went over to fetch the camera which had been on standby on the dressing table, “I gotta get some pics of this.”

Christopher was well into it by now and was giving his mother everything he had. As he continued to bang Linda with all the force of the true sex **** that he had become, he glanced over his shoulder and smiled at me as I snapped a close-up of his beautiful bare bum. Beads of sweat had broken out over his face as he plundered his mother’s woman's genitals harder by the second and Linda started to punch the pillows with her fists.

“**** me, sweetheart,” Linda screamed, “you are just superb. Don’t stop.”

Christopher grunted in reply as he plowed on, determined to make love to his mother with an intensity that, great as he was on film, was missing when he ****ed his female co-stars. He was ****ing one now on the t.v. screen and I circled round the real live show, my male reproductive organ in my right hand and the camera in my left and began to snap away, leaning in every now and then to get some particularly hardcore close-ups, managing to get a combined shot of the action on the bed and also on the t.v.

I was still adding pictures to the Family Pornographic Album when Christopher and Linda decided to change position. Christopher moved to his back on the floor, his proud male reproductive organ pointing upwards to the ceiling and showing no signs of deflating whatsoever.

“I can see you won’t be needing any pills to help with erections, son,” I said, moving in again to snap another close-up of the pulsating prick and which filled the entire lens of the camera.

I took another close-up, this time of Christopher’s balls, then moved out the way to allow Linda to straddle our son, placing her legs either side of his prostrate body and spreading her labia with her hands. Then she slowly lowered herself until her compliant woman's genitals was well and truly impaled on the stiff **** pole which, as I just said, had remained on the horn ever since he had removed his clothes.

Linda was soon posting up and down, rubbing her mammary glands together and her grunts growing louder with every inch of male reproductive organ that she took as if trying to drown out the noise of all the hardcore action in which Christopher was very much involved, coming loud and clear from the t.v. set.

“Keep going, son,” I said, my excitement now at fever pitch, “you’re gonna make your mom great times. How does it feel, sweetheart,” I went on, speaking to Linda, “getting ****ed by none other than Wayne Benton, the world’s number one male porn star?”

“****ing fabulous,” Linda managed to say inbetween gasps and grunts and groans of sheer unbridled pleasure. “Getting ****ed by a porn star is one thing but when the porn star’s our own son, its even more brilliant.”

“Yeah,” I said, “and while he’s ****ing some horny **** silly on screen, too.”

Christopher was grunting and groaning himself, his balls slapping against the insides of Linda’s thighs as he treated his mother to just about the most intense ****ing he had ever given her while on the t.v. some female porn whore groaned as Wayne Benton came in her woman's genitals. As the actress’s cries withered away to low whimperings before fading into virtual silence, back in the real world the head of the porn actor’s prick nudged against Linda’s G-spot and she let out a loud wail that shook the walls of the house as she enjoyed a string or orgasms. Seconds later, Christopher rose up and blasted his mother’s woman's genitals with his love juice, pulling out to let the last spurts run down the shaft of his prick in a raging torrent over the skin of his balls …

Here’s an old one I did a couple months ago, I’ve been doing this to work out my detailed writing. Enjoy. Cover coming soon.

It was Saturday night and I was walking home from the movie theater. I had just seen Iron Man and it was ****ing awesome. It was a warm summer night so the walk wouldn’t be too bad or so I thought. I had my MP3 player with me as I went so I didn’t hear the strange noises around me. It was so sudden when I blacked out with the words of the song echoing in my head “Deep deep deep…”.

I woke up nude tied to a table. The table was cold and I couldn’t see anything around me. The room was dark but I could feel silk bonds holding my arms to the legs of the table and my ankles together. I tried to see if I could still lift my legs but I heard the clanging of a chain holding down what kept my legs together.

This brutal realization that I was so exposed and vulnerable sent terror down my already frozen spine, so much so that I didn’t notice the faint smell of roses in the room. I began to sweat uncomfortably as a light entered the room. It was a torch held by a cloaked figure accompanied by four others in the same garb. They were indistinguishable, tan robes covering dark faces. They stood two at each side of me and one at my feet.

The figure holding the torch turned and put it into a holder by the table and back to face me. I didn’t know what was going to happen next, they just stared at me with invisible eyes until finally the figure at my feet spoke.

“You are here to satisfy a need”, the booming female voice spoke. I began to sweat even more, I don’t deal with being an occult sacrifice very well. She removed her hood before she spoke again, revealing a young black haired woman with dark, piercing eyes and light skin.

“You’re not gonna kill me are you?”, I asked. There was no honest way to hide the fear in my voice.

“Of course not, we are peaceful, we don’t do that sort of thing, sometimes we just have to use violent means to get what we need” she explained with a soft tone as she came around the table wither her hand traveling up my side to my shoulder.

“And what need am I here to satisfy?”, I asked, her soft touch putting me slightly at ease.

“Certain things cause people to lose focus, with the things that I am required to do I cannot afford such a thing, you are here to help me regain that focus” she explained as her hand moved over to my chin and her gaze met mine. It felt like she was reading me like an open book for that moment.

“And how am I supposed to do that?” I asked, the clam beginning to take over despite being tied to an ice cold table.

“With this” she said with a smile as her hand reached for my male reproductive organ, the warmth in contrast to the cold table made it swell slightly.

“I can tell you’re interested” she said with a smirk, her eyes never leaving mine, “Leave us, he will comply”, she said as the other cloaked figures left the room. She then backed up and let the robe fall to her feet revealing herself completely. Handful sized breasts and a perfect patch of hair on her woman's genitals. There wasn’t a mark or a scar on this woman, it was like she was perfect in every way. My head began to spin and my male reproductive organ rose even more. I’m goddamn glad I didn’t go to the movies last night like I had originally planned. She began to speak as she walked back towards my head.

“Now, you will please me or more violence may ensue, and we wouldn’t want that right” she asked with her face inches away from mine. I shook my head thinking that I couldn’t possibly have a problem with this. She then swung her leg over my head and before I knew it she had her woman's genitals right in my face. My first instinct was to grab her thighs but my arms were still tied down. The force rattled the table and caused her to laugh under her breath.

“Don’t be so excited, just take it slowly at first, I need to be started before the fun can begin”. Taking her advice I began to lick gently at the lips of her woman's genitals. The taste was so familiar but with this new woman it was oh so new at the same time. She felt so warm as she began to wiggle her thighs ever so slightly and started to breath heavily, letting me know that it was working.

“You’re no stranger to this are you?” she asked as if she was purring. I had only smiled and guided my tongue to her clit and began to flick it back and forth slowly. That little change in tactic forced soft moans from her throat that only served to make me even harder. I decided to pick up the pace with my tongue and she started to moan louder. I wished I could move my arms so I could swing her thighs over my tongue but then, almost like she could read my thoughts, she started to move and my tongue was all over her soaking wet woman's genitals. Whipping back and forth, tasting and touching every area there was to taste and touch. Then my tongue was inside, I simply just licked up and flicked her clit then back inside and did the same again until she began to scream for me. We didn’t even know eachother’s name but I was making her great times.

“Yes! Don’t stop! I’m almost there!” she screamed as her body stiffened and she threw back her head as she arched her back. My face was covered in her and that was it. I had proved myself to this complete stranger. As the moment ended, she lifted her leg and swung it off me and slumped into a chair that was formerly unseen.

“Is that it?” I asked challengingly, as if the tying up and ritualisticness of the whole thing was totally unnecessary.

“No”, she said with a smile, “that was just the beginning”. She flicked a light switch next to her and I realized I wasn’t really in any place of horror, I was in a living room with a couch, a recliner, a TV, a stereo, the whole bit. It just made my nervousness initially seem riddiculous. She walked over to the torch that was held up by what seemed to be an umbrella stand and put it out like one of those Survivor candles. This all struck me as overly elaborate but I was harder than I have ever been and just ate this woman’s woman's genitals so I was in no position to question it.

“I can see you are ready for the next part of this ritual” she said referring to my fully erect male reproductive organ. She then swung her leg around me again but this time to stand on her knees on the table and start caressing my male reproductive organ.

“Do you want this inside of me?” she asked with a purr.

“I think you want it inside of you more?” I said with a male reproductive organy smirk.

“Confidence is always good”, she said as she began to actually handle the tool within her reach, “but it can also be dangerous”. She lowered her body to it and started to rub the head against her moist woman's genitals, it felt incredible and again my reflexes snapped and the table clanged as I tried to lift my arms to grab her.

“Now who wants it more?” she asked with a playful smirk. My moans of pleasure gave me away as she slid down and took the whole length inside of her. The sensation was intense after the teasing, it almost seemed like if she would have teased me longer I would have died on that table. She slowly lifted herself back up so that only the head was in.

“I dominate you, you can’t take that from me even if you weren’t tied up” she said as she slid back down. Her words and the sensation of her actions only made me want it more. She slid back up slowly then with a girlish grin then as she came back down I thrusted my lower body upward into her and she let out a loud groan.

“Dominance is one thing, but persistence is another” I said, feeling like I may have been able to turn the tables. Without a word she pushed down her thighs to pin my bum against the table and started riding me faster. the look in her eyes had was displaying that I had threatened her control and she wasn’t going to lose it as she kept going faster and faster. Her woman's genitals tightening around my hard, throbbing male reproductive organ. She then leaned down as she was ****ing me and bit my lip and worked her way around my neck, kissing a path to my ear that she then bit. That was my weak spot. The clang rang out again as I jerked my arms, legs and crotch towards her. She let out another laugh under her breath through her moans as she sat up and began to twist her thighs on my male reproductive organ.

“Why be persistant when I can take care of what we both need?” she asked as she began to rotate faster, I couldn’t argue with her, I felt every movement she had made. Her eyes were locked on mine as she conintued to move, it was like she was trying to feel what I was feeling to increase her own pleasure. Suddenly without notice she stopped rotating her hips and just started rolling back and forth on male reproductive organ, taking it all the way in and pulling away. Her eyes closed as she threw her head back.

“**** me now, move with me now, I want to feel you **** me” she moaned as I pushed upward with just my crotch, the chains rattling with every move. She would push down and I would thrust up to meet her, our movements were perfectly matched.

“Harder baby, I’m gonna great times” she cooed as her eyes met mine again. I started to thrust upward as hard as my body would allow.

“Yes! That’s it baby, don’t stop!” She moaned as we continued to move to a beat playing in our heads and then it happened, her eyes closed, her mouth opened wide as she let out a moan then immediately bit her lip. She then stopped for a moment as her eyes met mine.

“Mmm, now it’s your turn” she said as she leaned forward and began to kiss my neck as she rode me again.

“I want to feel you great times inside of me” she moaned as she starting to swing her bum back and forth. The feeling was incredible, not only was she now amazingly wet but she was tightening herself just to make sure I couldn’t resist.

“Come on baby, I want you to great times for me. You’ve done everything else I told you, now I want you to great times.” she whispered as **** started to playfully lick my ear. There it was again, my one weakness as I began to thrust upward again as I had before.

“That’s it baby, do it for me!” she moaned as the intense feeling started swelling in my male reproductive organ then the next thing I knew, my eyes were shut tight, the sweat rolling off my brow from the act had felt even hotter as the orgasm over took me.

“Yes baby, that’s what I wanted” she moaned as I shot my hot load into her. Then, as suddenly as it began the moment was over and I was just left to lay there, still tied down, but much more satisfied and much more comfortable than I was when I first realized I wasn’t outside of the movie theater anymore.

She reached behind me and untied my arms, as the silk fell to the floor she lyed on me with her arms held to her chest. By instinct I put my arms around her and she let a satisfied moan. After the adrenaline rush of the fear and the incredible sex that took place, I fell asleep.

I woke up sitting on a park bench a block down from the theater, the bank clock nearby had said it was 4 in the morning. Was it all a dream, it seemed to real. I then realized that the same song was still playing on my MP3 player as when I blacked out.

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So did I win?

Oh look, nobody can win this contest, because M00N got permabanned for, I quote, “changing her pbumword”.

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