Incest/Taboo Family Orgy

"Fuck YEAHHH!!" he groaned around the large 18-year old cock.

The three lovers did everything that day. Jim fucked both Panda and John up the ass; then howled in pleasure and pain when John returned the favor. Then, as Panda and Jim slowly fucked missionary style, the football jock approached and, without warning, grunted loudly and emptied a ball-load of sweet semen onto Jim's and Panda's sweaty faces. The incredible cumshower made Jim go insane with lust; violently pumping, he fucked Panda with a vengeance until his own cock detonated explosively within her perfect snatch.

Jim would do anything, anything now. Panda had taught him to be a supreme pervert.

But even he didn't know how far into the depths of depravity she would take him. As she would take them all.

In the following week the Peterson family lived out their incestuous bi lifestyle to the full. Everyone in the "Compound" stopped wearing clothes; and at any one moment in the household, perverted rutting was going on in one room or the other. It was common to enter the living room and find Jake Peterson fucking one of his daughters doggy-style while sucking on one of his son's dicks; or to enter the family room and see the four daughters locked together in a pussy-sucking daisy chain, bringing each other to screaming orgasm after orgasm.

Pastor Peterson and his wife informed all callers curious about their whereabouts that the entire family was "sick," brought down by some sort of stomach flu. It was true that the family had a "bug" of course -- the unholy affliction of perverted raging bisexual lust, which burned in all of them with an intensity only matched by the Dickerson family next door.

They were joined by the Dickersons in their sexual romps, and also by their parishioner, Jim Tinkerton, who had so unknowingly walked in on the family's perverted orgy.

By the end of the week it seemed that each of them -- Jim Tinkerton included -- had gulped down gallons of sticky semen and pungent pussy nectar. All had become experts at slit seduction and cock teasing, able to draw out powerful, pumping orgasms from their shrieking partners; all had become accustomed to taking big, throbbing penises in all of their orifices, and to sucking and ferociously licking each other's erogenous zones; and all had come to positively relish the delicious, creamy flavor of family sperm, and to delight in the feel and taste of slippery family pussy juice.

But after the week was over, the Petersons knew that it wasn't enough, that their insane, overdrive lusts would not be satisfied just by keeping their perverted desires within the family.

They needed more. They needed to seduce new innocents into family fucking, just as Panda had done to them. To show others the unbelievable pleasures of sucking a father's cock; the incredible debauched ecstasy of fucking a mother's pussy; and the passionate perfection of sucking down son sperm and daughter lube.

Jake knew just what to do to satisfy their new cravings. His inspiration came as he slowly and languorously butt-fucked his son Jeff in the middle of the living room. Pat tenderly and lightly kissed the father-son fucking fair all over their bodies, but the rest of the family was splayed around them, coated with sexual liquids, groggy after the latest all-family fuck-fest that had consumed several hours of their time.

It had become a new family pastime in the last few days -- watching "The Cock" anally ravish a single member of the family, drawing out from them screaming orgasms, as the entire brood looked on, entranced. Jake would pretend that he was "punishing" one of the wayward kids for their impure thoughts; the talking-to would degenerate into a spanking session, finally ending up with a full-on posterior pounding that would end with a total marination of the "victim's" exposed ass with jets of fatherly goo.

Jeff was the last of the kids to take his "punishment", which he accepted with the loud groans and screams that were his wont.

Pump. "Unngghhh..." Pump... "Ahhhhhh..." Pump. "Never get tired of this tight ass..." the perverted Papa groaned, as he kneaded and massaged the hairy, muscled backside of the 20-year-old who was taking his cock.

Looking up suddenly at his family, he commented. "But I want MORE. MORE cocks. MORE pussies. MORE CUM! I know you all do..."

Groans and moans from his family showed their assent. With a smirk, Jake went on. "And I know just how to do it. The Prodigal Sons and Daughters..." Pat's cumstained face cracked into a broad smile; and as it dawned on the other kids what their father had in mind, that grin became infectious...

Jake's church sponsored a program called the "Prodigal Sons and Daughters Project." It was designed to "cure" various younger sons and daughters of from the parish of their "deviant" desires, hoping to "bring back into the fold" those children who were tainted by such perverted ways -- mostly slutty daughters and faggy sons.

The old Jake had been a big believer in the Project. The new Jake -- "The Cock" -- was too. But he intended to make quite a different use of the Project than had previously been done. Now he knew the perverted desires that he was certain each family harbored. And he intended to make use of them to the widest extent possible...

The most obvious target for his demented designs came immediately to mind -- the Johnson family. Tom Johnson was an elder at the church, in his fifties, who managed the bookkeeping and showed up every Sunday. He and his middle-aged wife Felicity had raised three children -- identical 18-year-old twins Samantha and Sue, and 23-year-old son Ricky. But this otherwise fine, upstanding family had major problems, ones that Pastor Jim knew well about.

All three of the children were enrolled in "Prodigal Sons and Daughters." Samantha and Sue because, to put it frankly, they were whores, fucking guys right and left; and Ricky because he had been caught with gay porn. All three children lived at home, and because it was "my home, my rules," all were required by their parents to attend weekly family prayer sessions at the church to try to repent of their disgusting, twisted desires.

Pastor Jake now intended to take those desires and stoke them into a towering inferno of perverted unquenchable lust!

But first he and his family had to find the weakness in the capstone of the family, Tom, who ruled his brood with an iron fist. Felicity was a submissive wife who would do what her top dog husband said, and if Tom fell into the abyss of incestuous bisexual depravity, the entire family would be rapidly sucked down with him -- and would suck down on him as well!

Jake was sure that such a brood of perverted children couldn't have fallen far from the tree. For all his outward righteousness and straight-laced ways, Tom had to harbor bizarre sexual desires deep within him -- Jake knew it! But how to bring them out...

Getting more horny as he shared his perverted plans, Jake's pumping into his son increased in frequency. Jeff was by now in true "Cumgasm" mode, shrieking incoherently as the relentless anal pounding brought him to yet another titanic orgasm. Jake, too, groaned and screamed as he pile-drove Jeff deep into the shag carpet, imagining that he was Ricky Johnson raping his uptight father's virgin ass, that Jeff's screams of orgasm were the shrieks of a supposedly "straight" father climaxing on the rigid cock of his bisexual son -- and depositing his jism into the juicy pussies of one of his slutty daughters!

Who in turn would be sucking on their mother's sweet slit! Tom would experience the ecstasy of tasting daugther pussy and son cock, of bathing in his children's nasty semen and cunt juice. The "prodigal son" would return -- with a ball-load of thick, gooey cum to shower over his entire family! That beautiful image cast Jake over the edge. With a shout he pulled his cock from Jeff's anus, and in a roar of fatherly lust unleashed shot after shot of paternal seed onto the taut white globes of his son's pulsating posterior, as his family, still in some sense shocked at their new perverted ways, marveled at the incredible scene.

Family bisexual incest. It just never got old!

After a short pause to let father and son recover, Cindy had the answer to her father's question about how to unleash Tom's hidden lusts.

"There's no man alive now who doesn't watch porn. Show me what porn he watches, and I'll find the key to his cock..."

"But how?" asked Craig/Purplehead. His named member had begun to inflate again at the impure plans they were plotting.

"Wait a second, Tom uses the old computer in the workroom for his accounting," his mother the Cum Queen remembered. With a gasp, she concluded -- "I bet he watches porn in there!"

"Well, what are we waiting for!" Jake shouted, bounding up.

It took only a few minutes to find what they were looking for. It was an old Windows Vista computer, barely working, but hooked up to the internet. Tom had ham-handedly erased much of his browsing history. But Cindy knew how to recover it. Looking back over the last month, the results veritably popped from the screen -- the names of numerous websites crowed out their names -- Pornhub, X-Hamster, X-Videos, XNXX.com, and more and more...

"Porn!" Cindy shouted in triumph.

The nude family all gathered round the screen to find out what Tom, the upright church Elder, was up to.

It turned out, quite a lot.

Tom had watched straight sex. Threesomes. Orgies. Young girls like his daughters fucking older men. Older women fucking young guys, many of them "stepmother" or "mother" titles. Cuckold movies where men let their wives fuck other men before them. Scenes of young teens sucking on each other's pussies. And video after video of close-up cumshot after cumshot -- onto faces, tits, tummies, pussies.

More shocking, Tom had watched many male solo masturbation videos, all of which ended in a juicy ejaculation. His last session, only a week ago, had wrapped up with such a video.

"Mmmmm... the guy likes his cummmm..." Wendy growled appreciatively. She was the biggest semen connoisseur of the entire family.

"Wait a sec," Julie suddenly realized. "I bet he jacks off in here!" She bent down to the wastebasket, still unemptied after several weeks. Reaching inside, she found wads of tissue, matted together with a dried substance. A close examination revealed it was not snot.

"Cum! IT'S CUM! He's fucking CUMMING in our office!" Julie veritably shouted.

Tom was a fucking pervert. He liked to jack off to depraved orgy videos with young girls To climax to the sight of penises jetting sperm onto women's bodies. He loved to watch cocks ejaculate! They had him.

"I know just what to do next," Pastor Jake said with a sinister smile.

Panda took care of the next step -- wiring the back office with hidden spy cameras. A total of five were installed, covering every angle of the room -- sides, front, from above, and a crotch cam aimed directly at the bottom of the chair. Sensitive microphones were also put in place. Simultaneously synced with the cameras was a videologger recording every minute of the websites viewed by the computer.

Tom's next visit was Tuesday. The Peterson family finally had to restrain themselves somewhat, remaining clothed as Tom made his usual rounds of the Compound. They pretended to act the same, but inside their bodies were roiling with perverted sexual energy. The thought that Elder Tom -- the most repressed, sexually staid person they had ever met -- might soon be exposing his hidden lusts before their eyes was unbelievable intoxicating!

Tom was a shortish, balding, pasty, pudgy middle-aged man, possessing no real attractiveness whatsoever. But it didn't matter. The Petersons' depraved desires had little to do with looks, and everything to do with the incredible allure of taboo. They knew that Tom had a cock, balls, and ass; that his penis could deliver the delightful gift of thick streams of warm, sticky semen; and that he was a sexual being who could be brought to new heights of orgasm by the right hands, mouths, cocks and pussies. That was enough, more than enough.

Schlongs stiffened and vaginas moistened. They knew that in just a few minutes there was a good chance that they would witness Elder Tom naked! Jacking his cock off! CUMMING!

Once Tom got into the back office, and closed the door -- carefully locking it -- the entire family crowded into their parent's bedroom, where multiple monitors were set up to watch the action.

The first 15 minutes were uneventful, as Tom worked the bookkeeping program. Was today the day Tom would refrain from abusing himself?

Suddenly Jill noticed something. "Look at his hand!" she announced. "It's at his crotch!"

It was indeed. Slowly, slowly, the hand began to rub against the front of Tom's slacks. A blank look entered his face, a sigh escaped, and suddenly he wet his lips.

Tom got up, re-checked that the office door was locked. Then went back to the desk.

Still looking around to the right and left, as if someone was watching, he closed his spreadsheet and opened up his web browser. With a few keystrokes he opened up a website. X-hamster.com.

A collective gasp went through the family. They had known the supposedly uptight Elder used porn. But to see it!

Within seconds Tom selected a tab on the website -- "Group Sex." Up popped thumb after thumb of videos. The first to catch his fancy? "Classic cumshots."

"Right up his alley!" John smirked.

The sights and sounds of the video caused a change in Tom's appearance. His face went red, even more slack; his hands started feeling up his crotch area even stronger. Perhaps he had only wanted to watch porn, not to succumb again to masturbating to it.

But it was no use. Just as had obviously happened before -- maybe hundreds of times before -- the sex videos took over his body, his mind. Within seconds of the video starting, Tom used his right hand to rip off his t-shirt in a single movement, revealing a white, dumpy body, fat around the midriff.

Tom's face was a mask of horror mixing with lust; yet again, he had failed to restrain his desires. Lust quickly won out. He stood up and with one movement unbuckled his slacks, which fell to his knees instantly. His old, dingy tighty whities were tented outward in the crotch area.

By now in the Peterson marital bedroom, sexual pandemonium had broken out. Eyes still riveted to the multiple screens, which showed Tom's body from every conceivable angle, the family jerked each other's pussies and cocks, mirroring what was about to happen with Tom, breathing heavily but trying to remain silent to hear what was happening in the bugged room. Only light groans broke the silence as the Petersons watched their church elder defile himself in their office.

With a groan, Tom pulled down his underwear, and a white, six-inch erect penis burst forth. He sat down heavily in his chair, placing the engorged phallus in the direct center of the "crotch camera" that Panda had placed under the desk. From that vista point, a drop of clear pre-cum was already visible oozing from the tip of the slightly-darker cockhead.

Once seated, Tom got immediately to business -- vigorously sliding his hand up and down the veiny member. His hairy, reddish balls jogged and bobbled in their sack, dancing wildly as the masturbatory session intensified; his hips began to jerk up and down. Most incredible was his face, which displayed a scene of the utmost depraved enjoyment, a grimace of pure lust that no one could imagine Elder Tom ever bearing upon his countenance.

Then even more shockingly came the deep groans of pure pleasure. Moans of ecstasy pulled from the depths of his soul, although stifled to prevent them from being overheard. Suddenly, unexpectedly, Tom began to talk, slowly and in a low growl, revealing innermost desires that no one should ever know:

"Fuck yeahh... fuck that pussy... fuck that cock... wanna see that pussy cummmm... wanna see that cock shoot..."

The wanking intensified, then suddenly stopped as Elder Tom brought his penis to the very edge of ecstasy. His mouth opened in a large O, then he removed his hands as the middle-aged cock jumped, jiggled and jerked, red, slick and close to orgasm. Tom continued his monologue.

"Goddamnn love pussy... goddamn love cock..." Shockingly, Tom then took his middle finger and placed it to the very tip of his cockhead. The gout of completely clear precum oozed onto the finger, and with a quick movement Tom placed it in his mouth and sucked it all down, a rictus of savage perverted lust on his face. "Cummmmmmmm" he grunted in obvious pleasure and satisfaction as the finger left his mouth, wet with spit.

"He's a fucking bi pervert just like us!" Craig shouted.

Ten more minutes of wanking followed as Tom explored his body and some more online porn. He watched lesbian orgies; followed by a man jacking off alone; then a cuckold sex scene as a man watched his wife get fucked close up, and finally a long scene entitled "Cum orgy."

Eyes bugging out of his skull, face red and contorted with lust, it was clear that Tom was entranced by the final scenes, which showed cock after cock raining sperm down onto jiggling tits and asses -- and sometimes "accidentally" onto the penises of the other performers.

"UNNNGFGHHHHHH!!" Tom almost screamed, biting down on his hand. His hips jerked upward, and his cock straightened out entirely. Then, obscenely, a fountain of white, thick semen burst vigorously from the tip of the Elder's excited, enlarged cockhead. Five or six shots followed, covering his stomach and some of the keyboard with his lustful juices.

"AHHHHHHHHH!!" Jake exploded upstairs, in a sympathetic orgasm to his friend, blasting shot after shot onto the faces of John and Cindy, who had been taking turns sucking on the paternal member.

It was clear what they had the power to do now. With this video, Tom's family would fall. Collapse into the depraved cum-filled pit of bisexual incest, just as the Dickerson and Peterson families had done.

And they couldn't wait to make it happen.

Thursday night was the weekly "prayer evening" for the Johnson family at the Compound, a required part of the Prodigal Sons and Daughters Program.

Tom and his family arrived at 7:30. Tom had his usual placid, in-control face on; Felicity, dressed in the frumpy attire that she usually employed to cover her too-ample frame, also looked haughty and somewhat bored. Samantha and Sue appeared morose and annoyed -- it was clear to any outside observer that the weekly prayer sessions were doing nothing to curb their wandering promiscuous ways.

As usual, Ricky looked nervous -- he had no job, no prospects for one, and it was do these prayer sessions or become homeless.

Felicity was badly overweight, fat and short like her husband. Her short, mousy brown hair was cut badly; she wore no makeup; and appeared not to take care of herself much at all. The roll of fat on her stomach was almost as pronounced as her sagging, bulbous breasts, all of which were covered by a thick smock that appeared not to have been washed in a while.

Samantha and Sue were quite different. The two 18 year olds constantly wore tight-fitting clothes when they could get away with it. At five foot eight, the two raven-haired twins were pudgy in both face and body, but that didn't matter to most teen boys. To the prayer group they couldn't wear anything too revealing, but their too-tight jeans still revealed slightly thick legs and delightfully rounded asses; their blouses strained slightly against budding C-cup breasts.

The pouty looks they wore on their faces were intoxicating to certain teens, but infuriating to their father.

Ricky was only slightly taller than his father, but unlike him was thin as a rail and carried a full head of brown hair. He possessed a kind of nervous energy that disconcerted everyone who met him.

The Peterson family, secreted around the premises, watching everything on hidden video, felt their hearts pound harder, their mouths water, their genitals grow turgid with need. The prospect of forbidden deviant fruit was dancing right in front of their noses, before their cocks and pussies. They were about to guide a new, unsuspecting family into the wild insanity of bisexual incest. To inaugurate them into the incredible heights of perverted ecstasy that they themselves had entered, screaming, only two weeks ago.

To baptize a new family into bi orgasms with thick ropes of cum and streams of pussy juice!

The Petersons had worked on the plan over the last two days, with Panda's help, and were certain it would work. As always with Panda's plans, the element of extreme surprise would be used to quickly annihilate any "moral" defenses possessed by the Johnson family within the first few seconds; the sights and sounds of unnatural nudity and taboo sexual acts would be used to overwhelm their senses and crack open conventional outer shells to release the perverted, lustful natures that slumbered within; and the genitals of the "victims" would be grabbed, massaged, sucked and fucked, forced from nothing into supreme pleasure with shocking rapidity.

Once the process started, it was unstoppable.

More importantly, as they had all discovered, it opened doors of sexuality that most people had never dreamed even existed. Once the monumental taboo of incest was toppled, every other aspect of sexuality was released in a whirlwind of howling lust. Outside of loving his wife's digital penetration of his ass, Jake had barely even dreamed of sex with another male; his son Jeff confessed that he had never had a homosexual thought or feeling in his life before two weeks ago. So too, had Julie never even once considered touching or even being close to another woman's vagina.

But none of them had ever imagined fucking their siblings either. Never considered the possibility of sex with their own PARENTS! Once that happened, all bets were off. Once the insane boundary of incest was shattered, the old sexual "orientations" disappeared, and strange new desires awoke almost instantaneously, as if conjured up by magic.

What father could object to sucking a son's cock, after he had eviscerated the ultimate taboo by fucking his daughter's pussy? What daughter would resist a mother's sopping wet slit after she had depravedly taken her own father's cum? Now Jake and Jeff -- and all the rest of them -- reveled in both heterosexual and homosexual acts, all craved both vaginas and penises, preferably at the same time. It was the most perverted of all worlds, and they were loving it!

Once the Johnsons arrived, Pastor Jake announced at the start that he wanted to have a word with Tom and Felicity first, before the session began. The kids waited in a room down the hall, while Tom and his wife were squired into the Pastor's main study. Jake closed the door behind him. On the opposite side of the door, Cindy closed a deadbolt. They were locked in.

"I've decided to do something different, this time," Jake announced in a stern voice, as Tom and Felicity sat down side by side on the deep leather couch. Pat emerged from the left antechamber, pushing a large cart with a 30 inch video monitor into the room. Tom and Felicity exchanged puzzled glances at the appearance of the monitor.

"The program simply isn't working. And we've figured out why." Jake announced grimly. "Tom, it's you."

"What? What do you mean?" Tom said.

"It's simple. You can't cure your kids of sexual deviancy when you're a sexual deviant yourself!" Jake barked out. And then with a twitch of the remote, he turned on the monitor.

The video clip was keyed up to precisely the point at which Tom had started his jack-off session only two days ago. The large monitor included four separate views -- one fixed on Tom's computer screen, one from the ceiling, one fixed on his face, and the "crotch shot."

"Oh my God!!" Tom gasped, face turning white with horror as he realized what was about to be shown. "Stop that! STOP IT!!" He stood up from the couch.

"SIT DOWN!!" Jake screamed at the top of his voice. He knew that the kids down the hall couldn't hear a thing through the heavy wood door -- they had tested it earlier that afternoon. As if he had been hit by a punch, Tom fell backward onto the couch.

Even if he had run to the monitor, he wouldn't have been fast enough to stop the showing of what happened next. Everyone stared goggled eyed at the screen as it revealed Tom clicking on the thumbnail titled "Classic Cumshots"; the sexually depraved action immediately begun, as two penises unleashed a fusillade of sperm onto the face of a smiling female pornstar.

Tom and his wife stared, slack jawed, as within five seconds the video showed Tom whipping off his t-shirt, his face a mask of red lust. That did it for Tom. He knew what was going to happen next!

"STOP!!" Tom shrieked as he again got up from the couch, about to run to the screen to turn it off, push it over, to stop his secret shame from being revealed to his wife.

He was met by the unexpected. Without making a sound, two of the Peterson children, Wendy and John, had entered the room from the back side. Silently they had gone behind the couch, expecting just this sort of reaction from Tom. Instantly they grabbed the Elder's arms, and forcefully yanked him down again onto the couch.

Tom looked up and to the left at the muscled arm of 22-year old John, Pastor Jake's son, then his eyes moved down to view the rest of the youth's body.

John was totally NAKED! And, impossible to gloss over or not notice, jutting from his lower loins, from a thick patch of black kinky pubic hair, was a fully erect six inch PENIS, only inches from Tom's left shoulder!

Whipping his head to the right quickly, to avoid the obscene sight of the Pastor's nude son, Tom beheld the owner of the other hands that had so rudely pulled him down onto the couch.

It was Wendy, the 23-year-old blond eldest daughter of the Pastor. With profound shock, Tom noticed that she too, was nude; her large, jiggling TITS and prominent NIPPLES jutted out less than a foot from Tom's face; glancing downward, he could see her naked pubic area, light brown pussy hair neatly trimmed like the porn actresses he so loved to watch.

"Mmmmm, I see you like to jack it, Mr. Johnson," Wendy cooed. "We've all loved watching your big, beautiful cock do its thing."

By this time, onscreen, the unthinkable had happened. Tom's most private area and his deepest, darkest secret were illuminated and displayed for all to see simultaneously, as the video showed his thumb yanking down his underwear, revealing the Elder's turgid, excited member, bouncing vigorously in the air, a droplet of male lubrication hanging on jiggling from the bottom of the besotted cockhead.

"NOOOOOOO!!" Tom screamed. But of course he knew it was too late. He had seen it. They had seen it. And most horribly, Felicity had seen it.

Their sex life had been practically dead for years. She wasn't too attractive. Neither was he. Now and then, six times a year at most, he was able to climb upon her in the dark, ignore her fat, and punch his needful penis into her resisting vagina for a few quick pumps of pleasure before the blissful release of orgasm.

Is it any wonder that he had turned to masturbation? To porn? He was too afraid to access such things at his computer at home, or on his phone, but the church computer, sequestered at the back of the office, turned out to be a perfect solution. Locked in there, he found he could not stop looking at porn. Nor stop pleasurably manipulating his penis to orgasm once the videos started.

But to Tom's everlasting shame, once one turned to porn, one could not stop at simple vanilla sexual images. At first his body and penis thrilled to simply watching naked women touching themselves. The sight of wanton women so much hotter than his own wife, of delicious, wet soft pussies being fingered to orgasm, of clits pinched, caressed and worshipped by soft female hands, drove him insane with lust; he had to stifle grunts of pleasure as violent orgasms wracked his body.

But then he slowly segued into more -- watching naked women moved, ever so slowly, into watching straight sex. Again his pleasure was increased by the disturbing sight of large male penises burrowing into hot wet pussies. He tried to evade the sight of the bouncing jiggling balls as the naked male asses rammed home into the beautiful female torsos; but that was impossible, of course. Nor was he able to evade the final coup de gras of each video -- the incredible "pop shot," the manly ejaculation of thick streams of white semen onto jiggling female breasts, stomachs, buttocks and vaginas.

The videos suggested by the sites always urged darker sexual acts; threesomes became his thing, then orgies. He had a new revelation of sexuality when he first started watching lesbian pussylicking, eyes bugging out of his skull as he watched young teens the same age as his daughters locked in female 69 suck sessions. And he fell into the grossest of the genre, panting as he beheld sisters or twins licking themselves to delirious orgasms; the sight of it would sometimes cause orgasms beyond belief, far more intense than anything he had ever experienced with his wife -- who was his only sexual partner ever.

The sweet masturbation sessions in the church office were the only thing Tom looked forward to each week, where he could finally express his sexuality in full. He could only experience them once, maybe twice a week, though, and between those times his desire and his sexual intensity pulsated throughout his body. When he finally got into the office, there would be an explosion.

Tom's grunts and groans became louder and more reckless. He began to add obscene words to his reveries, uttering under his breath the dirty, forbidden terms: "pussy", "cunt", "tits." Even "cock."

Then he realized one day during a particularly enjoyable orgy scene -- with a pleasurable and horrified shock -- that he loved the sight of men's penises ejaculating.

He instantly resolved to stop his evil, which was made more horrifying by the discovery on his son's computer of gay porn around the same time. "I am not a pervert like him!" he fumed to himself. But the resolution didn't last more than three months, before his perverse energy exploded almost physically from his body and he had to hurry back to the office to resume his porn watching.

At that first jack-off session in months, he went insane, watching every perverted video imaginable, even the most unforgiveable: single males masturbating to the camera. As ten thick shots of cum blasted over the computer screen and keyboard in synchronicity with the recorded ejaculations of the thin, tall gay twink on the video (who had a passing resemblance to Tom's son...), the Elder's hideous roar of orgasm echoed through the room, clearly audible to anyone close by. Luckily, no one was around.

Tom never abstained after that date.

And now all of his secrets had come to light.

The screen now showed his hand vigorously caressing his veiny fat tool; revealed his hairy balls violently bouncing to the masturbatory abuse of the family jewels; exposed for everyone the lust-filled rictus on his broad, fat face, tongue lolling out of moist lips. Then the horrible grunts and groans of his perversion were heard, filling the office with the grotesque mewling sounds of his pleasure.

Tom realized sickeningly that the microphones had even picked up the squishy "whisk whisk" sound his hand made as it ranged up and down the shaft, gliding smooshily over leaked slippery pre-cum.

Then inevitably, remorselessly, the words that tarred him to damnation: "Fuck yeahh... fuck that pussy... fuck that cock... wanna see that pussy cummmm... wanna see that cock shoot..."

Tom looked to the side, toward Felicity. Her face was a mask of shock, of disbelief. Her mouth was slightly open and agog; a drop of saliva trickled down one cheek.

Groggily, he noticed that two more naked Peterson children had joined them, both behind the couch, directly behind his wife -- pudgy Julie and athletic Craig. Craig, too, sported a fully erect penis, topped by a large demonically shaded purplish head. He was idly caressing the huge member, which was outrageous, at least 8 inches in size.

Julie's finger was vigorously plunging between her large thighs, descending into the depths of thick labial lips that descended below a tangle of dark public hair.

"Nice cock, Mr. Johnson," Craig smirked, as he looked directly at the Elder, masturbating his mammoth, obscene tool.

Tom whipped his head around toward the screen, just in time to hear his most damning quote: "Goddamnn love pussy... goddamn love cock..."; and, after eating his own liquid from the turgid, excited cock. "Cummmmmmmm."

That word seemed to be a signal to the Peterson children. Swiftly they raced to the front of the couch, and knelt down before the Elder and his wife, as if to pray.

But it wasn't prayer they were after. They came to worship something much more obscene.

Pushing forward, John pressed his hands and chest directly onto Mr. Johnson, holding him down with great pressure; meanwhile, his sister Wendy violently began yanking on the Elder's old slacks. With a twang the button to the pants snapped off, and Wendy forcefully thrust her hand down into his crotch area, easily reaching past the waistband of his loose, old tidy whities and moving beyond. Finally encountering, down below, Mr. Johnson's penis.

It was already slightly erect.

"What THE..." Tom oofed as the incredible incursion began to take place. One moment he was standing exposed in his depravity, ready to be thrown out of the church, his marriage, his life; the next, two naked young people were tackling him. Grabbing him.

GRABBING HIS PENIS!!

"AHHHHHHH!!" Tom screamed in shock and terror. But then something happened, something he didn't expect. The sight of the porn on the screen, the videotaped scene of his own erect penis throbbing, pulsing and bobbing, had awakened something in him. Lust. Despite all the humiliation, there was lust at seeing the sexual images that had so often made him explode in orgasm.

And now a soft female hand was on his penis. Grabbing that lust. Pulling it out of him. Stoking it.

"STOP IT!! STOPP!!" Tom shouted, trying to get up. His efforts were stopped short, frozen by a whisper in his ear. From John, Pastor Jake's son.

With intensity, he hissed. "No. You don't want us to stop. We're gonna suck your cock right here right now. Right in front of your wife!"

Extreme shock made Tom stop his exertions. "We?" No. It couldn't be true. NOOOO!!

The whisper continued. "That big beautiful cock of yours is gonna CUM! In front of everyone! And YOU'RE GONNA LOVE IT!"

With that, quick as a flash, John removed his head from Tom's ear and moved downward. To where Tom's legs were splayed out, to where the young Wendy was vigorously pumping on his semi-erect penis.

By now she had it out of the underwear. Out so that everyone could see it. "Nooooo..." Tom whispered, his mind a blur. It seemed the room began to spin, that everything was going insane. Was this some sort of dream? Or nightmare?

His reverie broke when he felt something warm and wet envelope his most private area. His eyes focused.

Wendy's mouth was draped entirely over the length of his penis. She was sucking him.

HIS PASTOR'S DAUGHTER WAS SUCKING HIS COCK!! RIGHT IN FRONT OF EVERYONE!!

"OHMIGODDDDD!!" he shrieked in horror.

But his cock did not shrink. Did not go down. Did not deflate.

The perfect warmth, the perfect suction, made it grow. Made it increase. Made it feel... incredible.

"Oh my godd..." Tom whispered, shocked, awed, as his penis extended to its full length in the mouth of the Pastor's 23 year old hot blonde daughter.

Tom looked to the right, to his wife, expecting to see shocked censorious eyes, to hear a scream of horror. But what he saw at first confused him.

The naked Craig and Julie were kneeling before Felicity. Were they helping her up?

"Wha...ohhhhhh.. STOP!!" he heard his wife scream. Then he noticed. Her pants were partially down. Craig's face was buried beneath her thighs.

Felicity sharply thrust her hips upward, as if to get up off the couch. But Craig's face, along with his strong, muscled arms, held her legs down to the couch.

"UNGGH... OHHAHHHH!!" she suddenly shrieked.

Tom knew his wife. He knew that sound was not one of pure fear.

It was the sound of surprise.

Tom was right. Like her husband, Felicity was so shocked by the whirlwind of impossible events that were happening that the room seemed to be spinning. Seeing Tom's naked body, his erect, throbbing PENIS, his obscene grunts and groans, his disgusting MASTURBATION, his foul, unbelievable utterances -- "Goddamnn love pussy... goddamn love cock " -- had shocked her to the core.

At first she tried to disbelieve what she was seeing. But then she understood. Understood what she was seeing.

Her husband was a rank, sickening PERVERT. She had to escape from this grotesque tableau. Escape NOW!

She had once sexually desired Tom. Perhaps even passionately. Back many years ago, when they first met. Then, she had enjoyed sex. Perhaps even wanted it too much...

But her sexual feelings for her husband had died out years ago. She decided she didn't need to try to even look good for him, or for anyone, especially any man. Now she acceded to his sexual demands once every two months, at most. As a dutiful, obsequies wife she knew this was about the most she could get away with denying her husband; but she would have had sex with him less, and probably never, if she could get away with it.

But deep down below, she still had feelings, things that affected her nether regions. An attractive young man at church. A hunky Hollywood actor. And sometimes, although she wouldn't admit it, an attractive young woman... She ignored or forced down those sentiments. They were irrelevant to any possible things she would attain in her life...

Her sole concern now was with her beautiful twin daughters and troubled, handsome young son.

Now it was out. Tom was a pervert. With sick desires like those they were trying to cure in his son. The remembered words again hit her like a sledgehammer -- "goddamn love cock." He was just like Ricky! A depraved creature!

But he was her husband! She had to obey him. A lifetime of submissive conduct bound her to that conclusion.

But he was betraying her. Jacking off to other women in porn. To other naked men!!

If he could do it, what did that mean for her? Her mind whirled in total confusion.

Should she walk out?

Or should she do something else?

Just then, the unexpected happened.

She saw Tom rise up from the couch. Saw him tackled.

By two naked young people.

Pastor Jake's CHILDREN!

Felicity saw Wendy, the pure Wendy, a beautiful girl, reach down her husband's slacks. Saw the girl grab and take hold of the lump below the fabric that had to be his penis. Saw her began to handle it, to roughly jerk it.

Felicity's mind reeled, well and truly blown beyond anything she had ever experienced before. What the fuck is happening here?

Then the even more impossible happened. Two more youngsters appeared. Right in front of her.

Craig and Jill, two of the Pastor's other children! And they were ALSO NAKED!

Felicity had only one second to goggle at Craig's overgrown, brutally long penis, before both he and his sister knelt before her.​