Line Up!

"Line Up!", mom barked the order out, like some sort of drill sergeant, as they all got into a formation. Pussies and tits as far as the eyes can see. And it was all mine. I unpeeled a banana and walked up to my first victim. "Do you like that, Elise?" I said to my third cousin as I shoved much of the banana up her snatch.

"Yes, sir," she lied, not really liking it shoved up there. I attempted to pull the banana out, but it broke off as I laughed. "Get it out," I said, setting the rest of the peel onto the plate my mother held as she stood by.

Elise pulled or pushed out the rest of the banana and I looked at the shriveled remains. I sniffed it and then took a bite. Not particularly liking the taste, I pulled in Elise for a kiss. She made out with me, as I transferred the remains of the banana into her mouth.

"Swallow", I said, menacingly. She manages to do so with some struggle. "How was it?"

"Juicy," she replied.

I walked to the next one, and took a cucumber off my mom's plate. As I shoved it up Aunt Alicia's cunt, I looked at the crowd. There was Elise, Aunt Alicia, Cindy, Laura, Aunt Diane, Alex, Aunt Leslie, Frieda, Jamie, Tawny, Shelley, Grandma Jane, Grandma Helen, Aunt Sophia, Aunt Trixie... wait...

"Get the fuck out of here, Trixie," I said to Aunt Trixie after spotting her dick and balls hanging out. She called me sexist and stormed out. I glared at my mother who shrugged. "I'm not sure what you're into, sweetie."

Anyway, there was also Petra, Ms. Winslow, and Justice. Missing was the 100-year-old Great Aunt Nadine - thank god - and my cousin Hazel. "Where's Hazel?" I asked.

My mother became a little uncomfortable. "She's still fucking your father, sweetheart. I tried to get her to come over for the special brunch, but she was tied up at the moment."

"That's fine," I dismiss it. I did say Frank could fuck her, so I hope he's having a fine time. I'd deal with it later.

"Should we get started?" my mom, said, whispering over my shoulder.

"Yes," I mumbled. "But, first, I'm going to need a cocksleeve."

Everyone encircled me as my mother handed out the vegetables. They gave me alluring smiles, wanting to draw me in. I've fucked mom, Cindy, Diane, Sophia, and Alex. I wanted to fuck Laura for ages, but she and Cindy looked so cute together, I didn't feel like interrupting what I had in mind. Screw it.

"Shelley," I shouted to my cousin's fiancée who sucked me awake this morning. "Lie down and spread your legs."

She did so without question, as my member began probing her unconquered territory (or it probably was, I didn't care at the moment). My mother shouted out her plans. "Everyone use the vegetables to fuck the woman next to you."

They did so. Elise pulling out Aunt Alicia's cucumber, only to gently push it back in. Cindy and Laura, best friends since their toddler days, intimately connected more than ever before. Diane and her daughter Alex, a repeat of yesterday's activities. My two grandmothers engaging in a sixty-nine. My mother, jumped in to fuck her sister Sophia without order.

It was some good stuff, I thought, as I increased my cadence into Shelley BigHorse. She was slight and tight. Fine and mine. I watched as the others imitated my fucks with the tools they had in hand. The art teacher, Miss Winslow, who I learned was my neighbor's girlfriend, was pickle-fucking the big black girl, Justice, who somehow got mixed up in all this yesterday. Nice to have some diversity, though, I thought, watching the black fuck from atop my red fuck.

Being as I was fucking Shelley, and with Hazel gone, there was an odd number, resulting in Petra sitting alone by herself as she masturbating. "Eat my ass," I yelled to the pregnant Russian I never met before. She did so, with quite the surprising expertise that sent the cavalry of my not-so-little Big Horn flooding into Shelley's undefended crevasse.

James Rhone saw as his son's fiancée was being knocked up while his daughter and wife were fucking each other with fruits in this (mostly) lesbian orgy and shrugged. He lurked around the corner and tiptoed up the stairs.

He gave the patented "shave and a hair cut" knock onto the guest bedroom door, and was answered by a double-tap and unlatchment. He entered inside where he was greeted by Frank returning to a laptop and James's own daughter tied up naked in ropes. He sighed.

"I did the intel last night, Frank. I have card numbers, birthdays, all sorts of identifying info on pretty much everyone at the party." James flopped down the USB stick onto Frank's desk.

"Good, good. You'll have your payment shortly."

"Yeah, yeah," he looked over his daughter's body, as she seemed sound asleep despite her uncomfortable state. "You liked fucking her?"

"Such a sweet lay," responded Frank, caressing Hazel's thigh near her spread-open pussy. "You raised a beautiful girl." James rolled his eyes. "But I'm not greedy. Go ahead and take your chance. I won't stop you."

"I, umm...," James looked over to the door, thinking about how his wife and daughter were fucking each other as they spoke, "uh..."

"You deserve a good fuck. Plus, 'Big Jim', I know how much you like ****. Even back in our fraternity days when you talked me into fucking my sister and filming it. You fucking married that bitch," Frank laughed.

As James fucked his daughter awake, Frank went back to his files, sorting through the info provided. "My sources will pay a premium for this kind of stuff. And that girl of yours, will be the linchpin for our operation going forward."

Frank smiled as he filmed the daddy-daughter fuck session and made contact with his buyers. Arnold Smith, Franklin Michaels, even Frank's wife Karen Doe had a fair amount of money ripe for the plucking. And with my need for sex including a need to have a reasonable financial wellbeing, much of that money was easily replenishable in a number of ways.

Frank made another document and printed it out and notarized it. "Hazel, my dear," he said to the young girl in midst of a rodgering, "sign right here please."

"Yes, sir," she said, signing the document without question.

"What's that?" asked her father, between grunts.

"It's a California marriage license. I just need to get John to sign it, and then make my exit. Be a good man and don't mention this to anyone," as he spoke, Frank's watch went off. "Oh, it's 11 AM. Cut the ropes when you're done. I'm going to see what John has in store for us today."