Ward Fulton - The Forbidden Family Game

"He gulped once and then pointed to the wall bars. 'We try a few exercises, to limber up. Heels on the bottom bar, arms back, hands grasping the bars. Now, lean forward, arching the body… No, no, hot the knees bent. You look like a cow squatting. Straight! Now, forward, chest up!' And he was standing right in front of me, with a really good view of my cunt.

"I thrust my body forward until every muscle seemed to stretch-and my leg muscles seemed to pull directly at my cunt, starting things going. Back, thrust, back, thrust-and the shoulder seam broke. It didn't work as well as I had planned because those short sleeves kept it from sliding far enough down to be really revealing. Still, it showed enough pinky-beige skin to make Luigi's eyes center there.

"After a few more thrusts at the bar, he said, 'We'll try some backhands. Across the horse over there.' The 'horse' is a sort of leather-covered, skinny barrel, with handles like the front and back of a saddle, on metal legs.

"So I hoisted myself onto the 'horse,' grasping the handles-and managing to slide that damned sleeve down some, so a teat did show. Not really pop out, but show. Luigi was really beginning to sweat, even if he was not doing any of the exercises.

"My legs hung off one side of the 'horse' with my rump in the saddle-and I bent, dropping my head back. The strain of it really pulled that strap loose, and one teat was right out on view, the nipple hard and swelling, because I was getting hot-and Luigi was sweating and mopping at his forehead and under his chin, and gawking. The stretching also opened up the seam wider at my crotch so I could even feel the slight draft down there. Not that that did anything to cool my cunt. If anything, it made it hotter, because then I knew Luigi could really see it.

"Luigi stood right in front of me, putting a hand on either knee, so I wouldn't overbalance, and started his chant, his voice very husky: 'One-and bend. One-and bend!'

"His hands on my knees were really exciting this time. Oh, he'd done it often enough before. It was a regular exercise. But this time, I knew he was practically on top of my cunt and the leotards were open-and the opening was getting wider as I stretched. Also, each time I pulled up, the shoulder seam had given way a little more, revealing my teat completely.

"About the fourth 'One-and bend!' the side seam gave way, from under my arm right down to the leg. Then-and I hadn't really expected this but it was nice and convenient-the crotch seam and the side seam ran together popping wide open down there. So one half of me, maybe more, was naked. It was exciting to go on pretending I didn't notice and just go on doing a couple more backbends.

"Luigi couldn't pretend. Hell, half of me, from crotch to throat, was wide open. And with the bending and straightening, those busted leotards flapped, revealing more. He could see most of my body, and he was eating it up with his eyes. And sweating. He took one hand off my knee to try to pull the leotard together. At least, I think that's what he started out to do. Only his hand slid up my inner thigh, a hot hand, very exciting-and wound up right on my mound".

"I did another bend, and his hand slid down, right over my tight-stretched cunt, sending hot, stimulating flashes all up me and down my legs. In spite of how stretched my leg muscles were, they relaxed some-sideways-and my legs fell open. I straightened from the bend and could see Luigi, big beads of perspiration on his forehead and trickling down his nose.

"He seemed to be trying to pull his hand off my cunt but his muscles wouldn't behave. He stared at my crotch and up me, to the one exposed teat, and then to my face. 'Fay! Fay! Do you know what you are doing to me?'

"I tried for a smile but I expect it was a bit shaky. I was shaky all over. 'Sure. I'm working you up to a good screw,' I said and bent backwards over the horse, the leather warm against my rump. It must have given Luigi a wonderful view, standing between my legs, his eyes sweeping up to my cunt, on up past my belly button, and just seeing my breasts over the curve of my tautened body-the other shoulder seam had given way by then, even though I hadn't loosened it.

"Luigi was holding me from overbalancing with just his hand rammed hard against my cunt, when I came up, looking at him. And the other hand was fumbling with his leotards. I went down again- even though Luigi was no longer counting-and when I pulled back up he was bare to the waist. I went backwards again, really enjoying the wonderful tension in my muscles adding to the excitement in my cunt. When I came up that time I simply shrugged out of the leotards-most of them, except at my rump and around my left leg. Luigi said, huskily, 'Wait, Fay! A moment!' He took his hands off me to slide down his tights and that padded jock.

"His prick wasn't as big as it had seemed, from the bulge, but it was big, all right, bigger than Phil's -with a bigger, more purplish head. And when he straightened, it was aimed right between my legs, wagging at my cunt. He stepped closer, a hand sliding up each leg, and I bent backwards again, getting those wonderful tight tensions in my muscles and skin. And stayed there, my head and shoulders hanging down one side and my legs down the other, with my rump and the small of my back across the saddle.

"I could feel that head pushing at my cunt, the weight of his hips against me holding me from overbalancing. His hands slithered up my stomach, and on to my teats, with his fingers nibbling at my nipples. And I writhed-not much, I couldn't, not down at my cunt, since I was practically plastered against the leather horse. But I could wiggle my shoulders and get a lot more feeling from his hands on my teats and nipples.

"And the writhing did something to the muscles of my stomach and pelvis and legs, something very exciting, building up heat and tension in me. And all the time Luigi was thrusting with his pecker at my cunt, edging it just inside, and then running one hand over my taut stomach down to my cunt, playing with my clitoris. And my special band, inside, started playing 'Ooompah, ooompah!' loud and deep and growly, to the rhythm of Luigi's thrusts.

"Luigi pulled me by my legs toward him, until the small of my back and just the rounded top of my rump rested on the leather horse, and I draped over it, my head and arms down one side, my legs down the other, almost like a 'U' hanging upside down. As his head went in, I could feel my cunt working, nipping at his shaft, and under the tightness of muscles and skin I could feel that bulgy head go up and up inside my cunt. It seemed to stretch everything-and everything was already stretched, muscles and skin on the outside and-well, just me on the inside.

"Excitement? Phil never gave me such a ride. Oh, he's nice and exciting enough. But Luigi! He really knew how! He played across my tightened skin with his fingernails, very lightly but so excitingly I felt I had to scream-and of course I couldn't. There wasn't breath for it. And teased my teats and nipples and drew his fingernails gently, gently down toward the creases at my pelvis, stirring things up to a crescendo. I even think I had an orgasm, right then, but his head kept on moving up me, triggering even more tensions, till I was ready again-ready and waiting and clutching at air, flailing my arms and moaning. Writhing and twisting, making things still more exciting, because Luigi's big head kept hitting new places up in me, places nothing had ever touched before-or so it seemed.

"And then he was ramming, drawing back and ramming again. And every now and then leaning way over to kiss my stomach or a teat or whatever it was he could reach. And once in a while, as he drew back, he'd run a finger down my slit, teasing my clitoris, so I'd thrash around-not that I could move much, but the tightness was so wound up in me. I had to move, just a little. And each movement made his shaft and head shift and move inside me.