tagIncest/TabooAxel’s Penis... and Mom And Annika

Axel’s Penis... and Mom And Annika

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This is my Official LITEROTICA 2009 EARTH DAY CONTEST submission.

Please do not print this story out on paper! We need to save our trees for more important uses.

It's a story that could have been submitted in various categories (Humor, Group, Celebrity, Toys, Romance to name a few) but since there is incestuous sexual activity described in the story it has been put into the Incest Category. All sex described only involves people eighteen years of age and older. I hope you enjoy it.


11:45 a.m., Saturday, March 14th 2009: a Freshman Dorm, Athens, Georgia

"Ronnie?" I stretched as I uttered my girlfriend's name. My eyes were still closed but I could feel her warm body snuggled next to me. On both sides. Huh? Both sides? I stretched again as I opened my right eye.

Ronnie had short blond hair today. Which my still fuzzy brain found strange since she'd always had shoulder length brown hair. So I shut my eye and lay back down against the pillow. Blond hair?

"Aaaaaaahhhh." A contented moan. It came from my left side. Turning my head I slowly peeked through my left eye. The sun was flooding into the room from somewhere beyond the naked body that was nestled against me so I again asked, "Ronnie?" before I realized that this Ronnie had long red hair. What the fuck? I fell back against my pillow and tried to go back to sleep. I liked this dream.

But it was too late, my brain was working too hard to process what my eyes had seen to go back to sleep.

And then I remembered. Veronica had gone to Atlanta to visit her aunt for the weekend. And I, a fourth year business major at the University of Georgia, finding myself alone on a Friday night, had accepted one of my buddies invites to join him at a party that his Frat had been holding.

I slowly opened my eyes again. I looked left, then right. Shit! The first year coeds! Ashley and someone, yes Kimberly's the redhead I remembered as I inspected the girl to my left. You fool I chastised myself even as visions from the night before came back to me.

You're supposed to be in a monogamous relationship ... Christ, you've been thinking about popping the question ... you bastard, you're not supposed to be doing this anymore. As these thoughts flashed through my mind my eyes hungrily raked across the cute red head to my left. Her puffy pink nipples that capped perfectly proportioned pyramids beckoned.

So I leaned over and trapped one of the beauties between my lips. Then moistly tongued it before sucking it hungrily into my mouth. Stop that my mind ordered as my fingers cupped the sleeping girls breast. My cock lazily lifted its head.

A sigh behind me momentarily took my attention away from Kimberly. I turned. Ashley, still asleep, was stretching her lithe young body like a cat. Her breasts, smaller but rounder than the cones of her friend, invited me. So I bent over her. They tasted great. I moved my fingers down across her shaven mound as memories of the night before continued to surface. I remembered how her hot little cunt had squeezed me when I'd pushed inside of her. My cock continued to grow. I slipped a finger down her slit. I could feel the sticky remnants of my last night's ejaculations as I explored her opening.

Then I felt a hand slide across my butt and slip between my legs. Fingers closed around my sack. "Hey," I protested as I looked back over my shoulder at the redhead. Her eyes were open.

"It's my turn, not hers," she insisted as she grabbed my shoulder and pulled me until I was lying on my back.

"No its not," her blond friend answered as she opened her eyes.

Kimberly ignored her as she climbed on top of me.

"I can't ... I'm finished," I protested. The three of us had been going at it half the night.

"He's not," Kimberly answered as she grabbed my penis and then adjusted herself so that my cock was rubbing against her red curls. Then she started to ride me!

*****

"You're better than Tiger Woody," Kim said with a shy grin five minutes later. I was rapidly softening as I slipped out of her.

"Much better," Ashley agreed. "Bigger too."

"Tiger Woods?" I muttered. These babes had been sleeping with Tiger Woods? "The golfer?"

"We don't play golf with him," blond Ashley replied with a grin.

"He does have a big driver though," Kimberly said, and then, as she put her fingers around my semi erect shaft, asked her friend, "Do you really think he's bigger than Tiger?"

"Definitely!" Ashley replied as she moved her hand and cupped my balls.

"Really? I'm not so sure. He's certainly thicker and he's got this nice curve," she said as she started to move her hand up and down my shaft, "but is he longer?"

"I'll prove it," the blond said, then hopped out of the bed and rushed from the room.

"Where's she going?" I asked.

"To get the Tiger," Kim replied.

These girls are fucking nuts I thought but I figured that I might as well humor them as I watched my redheaded coed dip her head and then capture my cockhead between her lips. "Where does she keep him?" I asked. My cock had sprung to attention in her mouth.

Kimberly spat me out for a second, just long enough to say, "In my bedside night table, I was the last one to use him." Then her tongue darted out and started to swirl around my thick bulb.

Drugs I thought. Major drug use has fried this poor young things brain. However her tongue certainly seemed to still know what it was doing.

"We got him just last week, FedEx delivered him," she added between moist licks.

I thought of the FedEx Cup. It had to be them I thought, hell they're the big sponsor of the PGA tour these days. What am I doing with these wacko broads I asked myself. Shit, I was almost engaged. Then I looked up.

Ashley was standing at the side of the bed and was now clad in a pair of tiger skin patterned panties. Or so it seemed. And sticking out from the crotch of said panties was an eight inch or so long, yellow and black striped pole.

"A strap-on? What are you going to do with that?" I gasped.

"An environmentally friendly one," little Ash proclaimed as she climbed up on the bed. And in doing so brought the contraption towards my face.

"Bring it here," Kim ordered her friend. "I wanta measure them side by side."

Tiger Woods is endorsing dildos now? How much money does any golfer guy need? Does Nike put their 'Swoosh' on them? What the fuck is she talking about, 'environmentally friendly'? All these questions and more cascaded through my mind as I watched Ashley move down my body and adjust herself so that 'Tiger Woody' was facing my 'Woody'.

"Don't you dare touch me with that thing," I ordered as I struggled to sit up.

"We're just comparing them, measuring them," Kimberly said while putting her hands around both my penis and 'Tiger'. She then placed them head to head.

"That's disgusting," I grumbled.

"Take it off Ash so I can put them side by side," Kimberly instructed her friend. Seconds later 'Tiger' was released from the strap-on and firmly held by the redhead. Then she placed it side by side with mine.

"I told you he was bigger," Ashley said triumphantly. Looking down my body I could easily see that I had Mr. Tiger Woody beaten in the length category.

"No wonder Axel felt so good," Kimberly answered, then tossed the dildo to the floor. "And you're going to feel good inside me again," she promised my penis, quickly kissed him, then straddled my body and brought him inside her pussy. A pussy still oozing out the sperm my last ejaculation had filled her with.

"It's my turn," Ashley protested even as Kimberly lowered herself onto me. "And you shouldn't have thrown 'Tiger' down like that. You could have hurt him." Out of the corner of my eye I watched her pick the fake cock up and then reattach him at her groin.

"First come, first served," Kim answered triumphantly. I watched as her red pubic triangle started to move up and down. I thrust upward to meet her. Then I pulled her head down and crushed her lips with mine. Our hips continued to move. Then over Kimberly's shoulder I saw Ashley positioning herself behind her friend. I actually felt it when she pushed 'Tiger Woody' into her friends bum.

I'm too old for freshmen I thought as the three of us quickly got into rhythm. Kimberly was a screamer! Tiger didn't say a word!

****

"We need a picture, actually lots of pictures," Ashley said sometime later. She was holding a small digital camera and pointing it at my cock.

"Oh no you don't," I ordered as I tried to cover my face and groin with my hands.

"Not your face silly, we just need pics of your penis for the contest," Kimberly informed.

"What contest?" I asked as I peered between my fingers.

"The dildo company is holding a contest. They want girls to send in suggestions for their next generation of penile replacements."

"No one is making a dildo out of this guy," I promised as I lifted my cock from my thigh.

"Hold Tiger Woody next to it," Ashley encouraged her friend. "So they'll see how big he is."

So I let the girls take a few shots. What could it hurt? The chances of my man getting chosen were one in a million. Or so I thought.

****

"Why is it environmentally friendly?" I asked Kimberly some hours later. I'd forgotten Ashley's earlier claim until I'd tripped over old 'Tiger Woody' on a trip back from the can. Although we'd eaten breakfast in bed and showered together, most of the previous six hours had passed in sexual play. I was finished. My cock was dead! Let Tiger do a little of the work I thought.

"What's environmentally friendly?" Kimberly asked.

"Woody here," I answered, "Ashley said something about it being-"

"It is," Ashley answered as she came into the room carrying three beers. "That's why it's so expensive."

"It's expensive?" I asked as I bent over and picked it up.

"It cost $119.00, shipping and handling included."

"What? How much? Are you two nuts?"

"But that included the strap-on contraption too," Kimberly explained. "And some of the proceeds are donated to charity."

"It's also a 'large', and came with two srcew in attachments."

"But can't you buy one of those plastic florescent purple or pink ones for like twenty bucks? Christ, how much money does Tiger Woods need anyway?" I asked innocently. Besides what did two girls like these two need with dildos anyway I wondered.

"PLASTIC?" Ashley's voice dripped with scorn.

"Do you know what harm plastic dildos are doing to the environment Mr. Business Major?" Kimberly added. She wasn't happy either.

Huh? "Plastic dildos are hurting the environment?" I was totally flummoxed by the idea.

"Do you know how many birds have died trying to swallow plastic penises?"

"Birds? Birds that fly?"

"Penguins too. And fish!" the blond declared angrily.

Were these two kidding? "How do fish come in contact with imitation cocks?" I asked once I decided they were conning me. I smiled at them to let them know I was on to them.

"They think they're lures, haven't you ever fished?" the redhead, clearly someone who'd spent some time angling in her pretty young life, asked.

"What kind of fish are lured by six or eight inch long fluorescent penises?"

"All kinds ... haven't you seen a lure before? Big fish. Dolphins."

I'd had enough. "How do dildos get in the lakes and ocean in the first place?" I asked sarcastically. I figured this would shut them up.

"Do you know how many plastic dildos were sold worldwide in 2007?" Ashley asked. I shook my head no even as I tried to guess a figure. A couple of million?

"According to the United Nations over one hundred and eighty-nine million of them Mr. Smart Guy." I still was trying to figure out how dildos could have got into the ocean when the size of the number hit me. It sounded preposterous. Who was she kidding?

"No way! How do you know that?" I challenged.

"It's reported on their website; they explain everything about the damage plastic pricks are doing to our environment."

"On whose website?" I asked even while wishing I'd never brought the subject up.

"The website of the company that manufactured Tiger Woody. They have a complete line of eco friendly penises," Kimberly explained.

"They're not penises," I protested.

"And their research shows that some one hundred million plastic penises have been thrown away each of the last five years. It's an environmental catastrophe." Ashley this time.

"And where do you think they end up Mr. Businessman?" came at me from Kimberly.

"Why would girls throw them away?" I was now definitely on the defensive.

"They end up polluting our streams and rivers and oceans," Kimberly continued. "And wait til you see the video of the poor manatees."

I love manatees! "Manatees?"

"It's sooo disgusting," Ashley said.

"Why? What's it about?"

"You'll see," she promised.

Manatees? Fish? Birds? Penguins? Killer plastic dildos? I looked over at the dildo lying on the floor. "So what the hell is this made of?" I asked as I nudged 'Woody' with my toe.

"Wood," Kimberly answered smugly.

Wood? What the hell, I thought as I looked over at the two girls. Just fuck them, one side of my brain implored. The side that was connected to my dick! But the other side of my brain couldn't shut up. "How is chopping down trees going to help the environment?" I demanded. My cock, clearly pissed off, settled back down on my thigh. "Haven't you two heard of the Brazilian rainforests and global warming?"

"We should never have brought him home," Ashley said in exasperation to her pal. "Business students just don't get it," she added as she slowly shook her head.

"We'll just have to explain it to him slowly, it's our duty as environmentalists," Kimberly answered. There was a sexy grin on her lips as she said it.

So they did! Slowly. For the next twenty-four hours. Southern girls!

Wood is biodegradable. Plastic isn't. And on and on. Sounded nuts to me but I went along with it. My cock ordered me to. That sad excuse for a piece of flesh had already forgotten the beautiful Veronica. Something about two birds in the hand was better than one off in Atlanta...

****

"You have a girlfriend don't you?" Ashley asked. I nodded. I'd just showered and was getting dressed. We'd spent something like thirty-six hours together. Naked the whole time. I was a wreck!

"Serious?" she probed.

"She's lucky," Kimberly said, then leaned into me and reached up and gave me a quick kiss.

"I'm not so sure she'd agree with that," I answered as I hugged her back.

"You're okay," the blond said wistfully.

"For a business major," her friend agreed.

We hugged. Kissed gently. I promised that I'd call. Then I turned to go.

"Hey!" I heard called when I was ten feet down the hall.

I turned back. Ashley was standing in the doorway.

"It's w w w dot succorious."

"What!"

"That's the website for the environment friendly dildos. I don't think we ever told you the address. If you want to see the manatee video..."

"Succorious? How do you spell it?" It can't be I thought.

"Their head office is in Miami," she added. What the fuck!

****

I didn't get to check out the website that Sunday night. I wanted to, wanted to badly. But unfortunately Veronica was just arriving back from her weekend away in Atlanta when I got back to my apartment. And although she was eager to immediately hop into the sack I insisted we go out and have dinner. There was no way my penis was ready for my girlfriend, especially a horny one who'd spent the weekend alone.

I wasn't very happy as we ate our pizzas and drank our beers. Or later when we were entwined in bed. Nor very proud of myself. But I went through the motions even though I knew I wasn't going to ever marry her. Or even live with her when we graduated. The past weekend had convinced me of that. But I saved telling her the bad news for another day. I had too many other things on my mind.

****

"w w w dot succorious dot com?" I asked. It was two seventeen in the morning.

"What?" I knew I'd woken Annika up. It was late Monday night.

"w w w dot succorious dot com," I repeated. I'd just spent an hour examining the site.

"Who is this?" My sister knew who it was. "It's late you idiot," she finally added after seconds of silence.

"Have you by any chance ever heard of w w w dot succorious dot com before?" I asked quietly.

"You've started your own web site? Couldn't this wonderful news have waited til morning?" She didn't hide the pout in her voice but she wasn't fooling me.

"I'm going to be home on Friday," I threatened.

"Of course you are Axel, its Spring Break," she answered.

"If, if any of my suspicions are-"

"Are you bringing that weird girl home?" my sister interrupted.

I knew she was referring to Veronica. The two hadn't exactly hit it off the one time they'd met. "She's not a weird girl," I said firmly.

"So you're bringing her?"

"She can't come this time," I answered, not willing to let my sister know that Veronica was history.

"Good," Annie answered.

"I want to talk about this succorious site," I insisted.

"You know I'm not a computer person. Talk to Bridget, she's the geek freak."

"Bridget? If you've involved Bridget in one of your schemes I'll-"

"You'll what?" Annie demanded. She didn't try to hide the challenge in her voice. Typical Annie.

"I'll, I'll-"

"I'll pick you up at the airport Friday," she said, not letting me finish my thought.

"You will?" I was suspicious.

"Then I'll tell you all about it," she promised.

"You will?"

"I love you big brother," my sister, nineteen years old and three years younger than me, said before cutting the connection.

And the rest of the night I tossed and turned, visions of my beautiful, virginal sister juxtaposed with armies of dancing dildos.

How could she possibly be selling dildos? She was a freshman at the U for crying out loud. Innocently went to Coral Gables every day to study. Or so I'd believed.

But I knew Annika definitely wasn't innocent! What the hell was mom letting her get away with I wondered as I struggled to fall asleep.

10:45 p.m., Friday, March 20th, Spring Break, Miami Beach, Florida

"Hey you," she said after we'd broken our hug. My flight from Atlanta had just landed at Miami International. As promised my sister Annika had met me. Everyone called her Annie.

"You realize I'm the only one of us whose name is still Succorious don't you?" I asked my sister once she had the car underway.

"We've decided not to discuss it tonight ... not on your first night home," sis answered sweetly. "Besides, no one knows that's your name."

"We've? Who does we've refer to?" I asked.

"All of us," she agreed.

Who else is involved I wondered as we drove towards the beach and home. Okay, she was certainly capable of talking her younger sister into something but where was mom when all this was going on. Was mom somehow involved?

"It's still the name on my passport," I protested lamely as we drove. My sister, who was capable of irritating anyone, simply ignored me.

My mother had me when she was sixteen. Rosa Bellini. A high school teen from New Jersey, the beloved daughter of an Italian/American family, a girl who'd fallen for a college exchange student from Sweden named Mats Succorious. A tall, blond guy who was studying for a masters degree in chemical engineering.

And against all odds they'd got married after mom got pregnant! Both families helped. Dad got scholarships. Mom graduated high school then started at the university. Three years later Annika was born followed a year later by the cerebral Bridget. Dad finally got his Doctorate the year mom graduated with a B.A. I was six years old. Axel Roderick Succorious.

So what happened? Why didn't we all live happily ever after?

Well, Sweden happened. Snow and cold happened. Dad's family happened. Father, with his doctorate in hand, had job offers galore. California beckoned. It beckoned mother anyway. Instead he accepted a job in Stockholm. Working for Erikson. One brutally cold winter was all it took to drive Mother back to America. And we returned with her. A trial separation was how they described it at the time.

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