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The youths all have great bodies and those great big dicks that Cubans and Puerto Ricans are world famous for... (M+/F, M-teen/F, inc, exh, preg, lateno) *** Author Note: This is a work of fiction and the Miami Affiliated Clubs de Hombres Organization (MACHO) is a fictional group. The Wentworths and all other characters are fictional. *** Carlos "Junior" Wentworth: My mom sure has a great body for a thirty-six year old. She's tall, 5'10", with long blond hair, and she's a knockout: size 36D tits, slim waist, and luscious feminine hips and tight ass. Dad tells me she was one of the hottest Latin dancers in New York when he married her, and she has kept her body in shape running the dancing studio she started ten years ago. I get a hard-on just watching the way my mom moves across the studio floor. Oh, I'm Carlos Wentworth; my mom's Jan and my father's Wayne Wentworth. We live in Manhattan, but I go to school in Connecticut where I board during the week, coming home during the school year only on weekends. Most of my friends call me Junior, and this year I actually am a junior in high school and a member of the football team. In fact, I've gone out for sports ever since I can remember and because of the exercise have always been kind of big for my age. The regular workouts the past few years don't seem to have gone unnoticed by the girls (and some of the boys) in my class either, who always are feeling up my muscles and checking out my crotch. I just turned 16 two weeks ago. My mom says I was named Carlos after her former dancing partner, with whom she won many prizes and trophies displayed around the apartment. She said dad felt they ought to honor him by naming me after him, even though she and Carlos had a falling out on their last tour and are no longer in contact, so I have never met him. One of the awards I particularly like is a huge bowl from the Miami Affiliated Clubs de Hombres Organization -- from the style, I see why they abbreviate the club name MACHO. It's engraved with a tribute to my mother's services to Latin dancing and the sexiest bas relief sculpture you ever saw of my mom reclining on a bed of some kind with these men dancing all around her. My mom is nude, all the guys have huge hard-ons, and I swear it looks like one of them is fucking her, though you can't really tell, their pelvises are joined so tight. My mom herself is not Latin, nor is my dad. In fact, strangely, I'm the only one in the family who looks the least bit Latin. There must be a relative somewhere who looks like me, but I have yet to meet such a person. But all of her dance partners were Latin, mostly Cubans, so some of them were great big black guys, as the bas relief on the bowl shows. I'm a pretty good dancer myself -- after all, I've spent a lot of time at my mom’s studio as well as at the gym, because until I started high school I used to go to the studio after school every day instead of going home where I'd bore myself or get into trouble, so my mom insisted, and I still spend most Saturdays there with her--the studio is a good place to meet girls up close and personal, though not too personal, thanks to my mom's eagle eye. I'm really excited because to celebrate my sixteenth birthday my dad's taking mom and me to Miami, where I hope to get laid, as soon as school closes for the summer. Well, of course it will also be nice to spend more time together with my mom and dad than we can manage when I'm away at school, but hey, I won't let family ties stand in the way of progress! Getting laid is my main objective this summer. Jan Wentworth: I wonder what Wayne has up his sleeve. Three weeks ago he suggested that we go to Miami for a couple of weeks as soon as school closes so he and Junior and I can spend some quality time together. He also asked me what I'd think about having another child and told me that if I thought it was a good idea I should stop taking the pill, as it would be exciting to make a baby on our trip to Miami, now a couple of months away. Little does he know how exciting making a baby in Miami can be, especially when one is not quite willing, but what he doesn't know can't hurt him. I was delighted at the idea and wondered what had caused Wayne's change of heart. Ever since Carlos was born, I have been on the pill--I didn't think Wayne wanted any more children. And I'm not sure I want another child myself, but my cunt started dripping the instant Wayne made the suggestion, and then the memories of that former trip to Miami came flooding back, making me even wetter, so I threw the pills in the trash can that very morning. So far, however, except for that very hot time right after he mentioned the idea, Wayne has exhibited no greater interest than he seems to have had over the past five or six years -- none at all. Not that I'm complaining, mind you; I've had my hands full at the studio and with keeping up with Junior's school and other activities, so I've been too busy to feel deprived. Nonetheless, I can't help wondering what the hell Wayne is up to. Wayne Wentworth: I think Carlos and I have almost pulled it off. Jan doesn't suspect a thing, though both she and Junior, as we have always called my son, also named Carlos -- at my suggestion (with good reason, too, even if Junior has never figured out why and Jan thinks I never have either) -- are getting very excited about the trip. It was delicate talking her into stopping the pill, but I convinced her that Junior was growing up and the nest was going to feel awfully empty with just the two of us. The idea actually got her very excited, because we fucked like crazy that morning, and that evening I noticed her pills in the trash in her bathroom. The next delicate part will be getting her to talk to Carlos again when, as he and I have planned, we "run into" each other in Miami and he tries to get her to go along with a special gala, members only post-contest performance of the "Fertility Dance," the prize winner, choreographed by Carlos, at the contest seventeen years previously, at MACHO's annual meeting and dance contest. Until now I had never been able to avail myself of the lifetime membership MACHO bestowed on me as a result of my wife's prize-winning performance, because Jan seems to have been upset by some things that happened when she and the group went to Miami. When they came back, she would no longer speak to Carlos or see any of the other dancers in the group or consider making another visit to Miami, and except that I insisted that she keep it with the other trophies she had won for her dancing, she would have sent the beautiful silver bowl with the sexy representation of her performance a t the Miami Affiliated Clubs de Hombres Organization contest and the beautifully worded tribute to her talents back to Carlos full of dog turds. However, at that point, she had just gotten pregnant with Junior and started having severe morning sickness, so she acceded to my wishes, and the bowl still sits in her trophy case. It's one of my son's favorites, but who wouldn't like that beautiful sculpture relief on the side--I swear, if you didn't know better, you'd think they were fucking her. It's really sexy looking. Of course, I do know better, know that the pale representation shown on the bowl is but a shadow of what actually happened, because I was there, at the contest, watching the whole thing, something Jan will be most upset with me for if she ever finds out. In fact, the reason I felt so comfortable calling Carlos to help me set up this new performance was that I had been so instrumental in helping him set up the first one. And just as I had no complaints about the results of that one, I felt sure this performance would be just as satisfactory. Jan Wentworth: I'm as nervous as a kitten. We will be arriving in Miami in a few minutes. Since our conversation about having another child, Wayne has barely touched me, and never when there was a chance I might be ovulating. Yet I can tell he is horny all the time, his dick just won't go down. But he always comes up with something to avoid giving me a good fuck at the moments I most want it. For example, he gets so excited he comes in my mouth when I suck him to make sure he is ready to fuck me. True, he always makes sure that I come, and he is one great cunt licker, but nonetheless, what I really want is his dick in my pussy. It is a dick I am quite comfortable with. It is a moderate size, just a tad over six inches long and a comfortable inch and a half in diameter, certainly not what I got used to during my days as a dancer--Cubans are noted not just for the size of their sugar cane crop -- but, as I say, "comfortable." So why was he keeping it from me in such a frustrating way? He said his doctors told him he had a low sperm count and recommended that he save it all up for Miami when we were sure I would be ovulating. When I talked with my gynecologist about Wayne's low sperm count, she asked me to consider taking a fertility drug before our trip thinking that it would help to make up for the low sperm count. The idea of twins or triplets did not exactly turn me on, but the way she explained it, it all seemed so logical--that if there were more eggs, there was more likelihood that one of them would be fertilized even if there was not a lot of sperm, so I had gone ahead with the fertility treatments, and if all went as scheduled, I would be producing more eggs than usual when I ovulated in about four days. And here we were landing in Miami. Why did I feel so excited? I guess partly it was remembering the last time -- and my last, extremely exciting public performance (well semipublic, I guess, as it was confined to the membership of the Miami Affiliated Clubs de Hombres Organization), which ended up being the most exciting memory of my life, even if Carlos and the group did trick me into doing it by not showing me all the steps until during the actual performance, when I couldn't do a damned thing about it without creating a scene and ruining the show. Damn that Carlos! Wayne Wentworth: Well, we're here. And now tonight, when we go out to dinner, we'll "accidentally" run into Carlos, and he will make his proposal to Jan. Jesus, I swear my dick has been hard ever since I talked to Carlos last March and we hatched this thing out. Jan is going to be so surprised! And so is Junior! Carlos "Junior" Wentworth: We're here in Miami at last. I've had the most exciting sexual buzz around this trip ever since dad proposed it. And my mom told me she and dad are trying to have another baby. The idea of my luscious mom getting pregnant makes my dick hard every time it enters my mind. I'd like to see those tits getting even bigger, her belly swelling, and I am so jealous of dad for having the right to fuck her pussy and cream it full of baby juice. I'd like to do it myself, and I can't tell you how many hours I've spent masturbating and pretending it was me, not dad, fucking a little brother or sister into my mom's hot cunt. The hotel's nice. We have a suite with two bedrooms and a sitting room. We didn't get in until late in the afternoon, so dad made reservations for dinner at the dining room in the hotel for this evening. Until then, there is nothing to do but imagine my father and mother getting it on and making me a baby brother or sister and to try to keep my boner from getting the best of me. Wayne Wentworth: Dinner went like a charm. And by god, she's gonna do it! Carlos managed to talk her into it. Now if you can imagine this, he promised her, subtly enough so that my son didn't pick up on it, I think--she certainly doesn't think I did--that they'd use rubbers, and I think that's the only thing that made her accept. Of course, he was careful to specify that they'd "rehearse with safety nets," not that they'd use them during the performance, and the day of the performance is the day Jan should start ovulating. Boy is she in for a surprise! I've waited so long to see this again. Carlos "Junior" Wentworth: Fuck. How am I going to get laid if I have to spend the next three days rehearsing for a fucking dance? And how are mom and dad going to make a baby if they practically don't even see one another during the next three days? What a coincidence anyway that after all these years mom should run into her old partner Carlos, for whom I am named, at the restaurant in the hotel. Seems like a nice guy, really, but I could tell she wasn't any too hot to agree to what Carlos wanted. Man did he do a lot of fast talking. It must be some dance, anyway, if they have to perform it with safety nets, as Carlos promised my mom they would when she protested that it was too dangerous and especially at this time, whatever she meant by that. Anyway, instead of getting laid, I'm going to be spending the next three days rehearsing Carlos's "Fertility Dance." At least that part sounds exciting! It was odd, though, how Carlos didn't ask me to participate until my mother went to use the ladies' room, and he also asked me not to tell her I was going to be one of the dancers. He said it would be a real surprise for her. I wondered if the other dancers would accept me, because after all, although I had spent a lot of time working with my mom, I seldom participated in the performances. He said the other dancers and I would get along just fine -- Ivan and Tito constituted a sixth of the troupe, after all -- and insisted that as Jan's son I just had to participate. He hinted that there were even other reasons I'd be accepted, alluding several times to my Latin look and my resemblance to his own two sons and some of their cousins. Ivan and Tito laughed and poked one another in the ribs a couple of times while their father and I were having this conversation, as if there were some big inside joke I wasn't in on, but finally they said that they thought I was all right and both of them called me bro'. I'm not sure I'd ever have agreed to take part in the performance except that dad encouraged me so vigorously to join in, pressing me to make up my mind before my mom got back. When I reluctantly agreed, dad seemed as pleased at how the evening had gone as if he were the cat that ate the canary. Jan Wentworth: I'm not sure my heart will ever slow down to its normal level after this evening. Who should we run into at dinner but Carlos, my former partner, whom I have not spoken to since the last time I was in Miami. He was with two of his sons, Ivan and Tito, and I introduced him to a third son, my own son, Carlos, but of course I could not say publicly that Carlos is his. I wonder if he knows about Carlos -- or knows that my sure knowledge (and his!) that the "Fertility Dance" he didn't quite teach me until during the performance was going to knock me up is what made me so mad at him seventeen years ago. Anyway, he is the same old Carlos as ever, as faithful to Carmencita as he used to be, I suppose (not very faithful, since during dinner he named at least five children of his by other women--busy man, that Carlos), and still having babies by her. He's lucky the way that dance turned out, you know. The baby ended up being his, as I could tell the instant I laid eyes on my little Carlos Junior. But what if it had been one of the other members of the dance group that knocked me up? God knows, during that performance I imagined each and every one of them impregnating me, wondering what the offspring would look like. I was lucky too--Wayne was sure Carlos Junior looked just like him, so he told me--"Looks just like his father," he said, and he's been able to believe that for sixteen years now. What a bunch of big dicks there were in that dance troupe, and I think big dicks is one of the reasons I used to hang out with the Cubans in New York and got into Latin dancing in the first place. I wonder if the dicks of the sons of those dancers are as big as their dads'. I couldn't believe Carlos proposed that we do a revival performance of the "Fertility Dance" with the sons and other relatives of the original male dancers, since most of the original cast were a decade or so older than I and were getting too old for dancing. He said that the choreography would be basically the same, except that because the group was so prolific, he wanted to use twelve male dancers instead of six. Arguing with Carlos about it was quite difficult because Junior and Wayne were there and we could not talk as openly as I wanted. Still, when he promised me that the boys would use rubbers, what could I say? Wayne wanted me to do it, although he will not be able to see the performance or the rehearsals (thank god!) because the members-only prohibition is so strict. To my own annoyance, rehearsals for it will take me away from him for the next three days. The performance will coincide with the day I'm scheduled to ovulate, so I made Wayne promise that after the performance he would fuck my brains out so we can get our baby started. I didn't tell him how horny and ripe I would be for impregnation after both my fertility treatments and the "Fertility Dance" he would not see. Carlos "Junior" Wentworth: What the fuck! What's going on? As soon as my mom saw that I was here, she dragged Carlos off into a corner for a very animated, apparently very unpleasant, conversation. She looked madder than I have seen her in all the years I've known her! And things have gone so well this morning, too. Dad helped me get here without mom knowing about it, and the guys have been swell, really impressed with how well I speak Spanish -- better than they do, they say, which pleases me no end, though of course it isn't true. Ivan and Tito, whom I met at dinner the previous evening, had already told everyone about me. (Of course, I didn't know at the time that they knew a lot more about me than I knew about them!) Except for Leonel and Mateo, who were the younger half brothers of Carlos, the dancers were all cousins, children of Carlos or his brother Eduardo or one of their sisters or half sisters, and the guys, who ranged in age from eighteen to twenty-eight, had known one another all their lives. After five minutes with them, I felt as if I had known them all my life too. And the outfits we wore for the dance were so damned sexy: just your basic loin cloth, but without a pouch-- a strip of cloth down the front and a strip down the back hanging from a cloth belt cinched -- ain't modern life wonderful? -- with Velcro. I could tell the costumes excited the other guys, too, because it became so damned hard to keep our semi-hard and sometimes fully hard dicks hidden by those skinny lengths of cloth. God were those guys hung! But I could see I didn't have anything to be ashamed of either. Jan Wentworth: Carlos, what in the hell are you up to? You know I can't do this dance with my son here, I told him. He responded that not only would I do the dance with my son here, I'd perform it with my son. The deal we'd made the previous evening was that the dancers would be the sons or other relatives of the original male dancers, and could I deny that Carlos was the son of one of those dancers? Shit. We had never talked about it, of course. After he pulled that dirty trick at the performance, knowing full well that I was probably ovulating, I refused to have anything to do with him. Now, dealing with him again after all these years, renewing my acquaintance with his selfish stubbornness, I could see why! That's not something Junior -- or Wayne -- can ever know, Carlos, don't you dare tell either of them! I warned. However, Carlos said he didn't think he would have to tell Junior, that our son was a bright young man and would be able to figure it out for himself given a bit of time. Anyway, it was time he got to know his brothers, even if he doesn't know that's what they are. And all the rest of the boys are his cousins or his uncles, after all. He went on and on, bullshitting me to death. Carlos, you can talk yourself blue in the face, but there is no way I am letting our son fuck me. See, he said? There you said it. Our son. Yes, I knew I was the lucky one, I can see it in the boy's face. And doesn't the idea of having our son fuck you turn you on as much as it turned you on that time I fucked you? Didn't it excite you knowing that one of the dancers was going to leave a baby in you? I know it did them. Jesus, leave it to Carlos to get carried away with irrelevancies. But I had to admit my cunt was getting wet and squishy and I was trying to remember what Junior's dick looked like the last time I saw it, when he was twelve or so, and sneaking glances over at the almost nude young men gathering on the stage. That damned Carlos, he just kept looking intently at me as all that was running through my mind, then he grinned at me as if he had seen every single thought flicker across my face as clearly as if I'd run the whole sequence on video for him, put his arm around my shoulder, and said that it was time to get the rehearsal started. What could I say? I was too excited and too wet to argue. Carlos "Junior" Wentworth: Jesus, now I know just what the bas relief on that bowl depicts, and it's so much hotter than I imagined, I can't begin to tell you. After Mom and Carlos argued for a while this morning, Carlos finally took her by the arm and led her to the stage where we guys were waiting for the rehearsal to begin. He demonstrated the entire dance for us, showing us how most gracefully to use the safety nets my mother had demanded the previous evening (too bad). He teased my mother that this time we would rehearse all the steps, that he would leave nothing out during rehearsals, though he would consider leaving some things out for the performance because after all, doubling the number of people would double the time the performance took. My mom looked at Carlos and told him she had a suggestion. She whispered in his ear, and Carlos told her that she was a genius. And after Carlos figured out how to implement her suggestion, I could see that he was right. We practiced the whole thing three times -- one complete run through this morning and two this afternoon. We'll go through it four times tomorrow and twice, both times in the morning, the day after that, and the performance is that evening at seven. That gives us the afternoon to rest up for the performance. I can hardly wait, since Carlos has promised us all a wonderful surprise for the performance. Jesus, I am so hot, I've had to masturbate four times since I got home just thinking about the rehearsals today -- I guess they didn't drain me dry after all! Too bad about those damned safety nets. I wouldn't want to ruin it for dad or anything, but it sure gets me excited to think of knocking up my own mom. Wayne Wentworth: Jesus, my balls have been aching all day. I can hardly wait to see the look on Jan's face when she gets the surprise Carlos and I have planned for her at the performance, which is just about to begin. Jan is already onstage when the lights come on and the music - - performed by a band of a dozen drummers--starts. The stage is set to look like a beach, with a few stray palms, a suggestive spattering of sand around the edges, and a backdrop of the sea. Jan reclines on a low platform that's covered in a dark green cloth on the left side of the stage; a spotlight suggesting sun trains on her naked body, and she rubs herself sensuously to the accompaniment of the drums. As she raises herself, languidly fondling her luscious breasts in time to the music and lifting them, like offerings, to the sun, the drummers add a stronger and more frenetic beat to the polyrhythmic pounding. The young men dancers begin to enter from the other side wearing loin cloths. They are all very good looking, ranging in complexion from light olive to darkest black -- Carlos believes in a well-integrated family. The youths all have great bodies and those great big dicks that Cubans and Puerto Ricans are world famous for. When she sees that she is no longer alone, Jan gets up and dances toward her clothes, which are in a pile on the other side of the stage. She moves timidly, trying not to attract attention. Unfortunately for her, some of the boys are by now between her and her clothes. They spot her, and a few start to get immediately excited, which one can see as their hard dicks push the thin bands of cloth hiding them aside. She demurely dances this way and that to avoid them but continues to try to get to her clothes. The young men perform a ribald dance all around her, taking turns grabbing her and miming erotic acts, mostly pretending to suck or stroke her tits and trying to rub their penises suggestively on her thighs; a few even touch her labia and lips with their dicks as she moves around to avoid them, but as yet, they do not actually penetrate her. After a boy releases her, she renews her demure attempts to dance over to retrieve her clothes, but another boy grabs her, each succeeding boy becoming increasingly aggressive, one of them even forcing the head of his cock into her mouth and another of them giving her neatly trimmed pussy a good working over with his mouth as the drums suggest that the dancers make their movements more sinuous and prolonged. Finally, one of the bolder lads moves right in front of her and grabs her bare breasts, one in each hand. It is our son Junior! She tries to push him away in the stylized movements of the dance, but he continues to stroke her breasts, attempting to suck one then the other of them into his mouth. As he succeeds, she stumbles backward onto the cloth-covered platform on which she had been sunbathing. Junior falls on top of her, obviously spearing her with his long thick, uncut dick as they fall. I can see that it does not go unnoticed by Jan that he is not wearing a condom as the boys had done during rehearsals, and the heat that rises from her body is almost palpable. As they start to fall, she mouths the words, You can't. Never losing the rhythm of the drums, Junior audibly replies that he's gonna, and he does. Men in the audience gasp as Carlos sinks into her and starts fucking her wildly and rapidly. Here and there in the audience, I hear a belt being unbuckled, notice pants being pushed down. The numerous ushers, hustlers from the best streets of Miami invited in especially for the occasion, who wear outfits similar to those of the dancers, go to work among the audience, taking a cock in a mouth here, jacking a dick there, and sometimes even turning a fine ass to a member of the audience or satisfying one with whatever appendage is convenient. Junior's face is becoming distorted, his mouth opens, his muscles get tight as he approaches his climax. Jan wraps her legs around him and Junior pushes himself well up against her cervix, as close to her womb as possible, when he comes, just as Carlos and I told him to do, to give him a better chance of being tonight's lucky winner. Faltering only slightly, but still following the beat of the drums, he gets off her to be replaced by Arturo. Arturo, Carlos's nephew, is a black Cuban, who, although just eighteen years old and only five feet six inches tall, has an extremely thick eleven-inch dick. He places the heart-shaped condomless head, half hidden by his long foreskin, at the hole Junior has just vacated and gives a slow, steady shove. Jan moans, but never stops moving, dancing, to the beat of those drums. Nor does Arturo, whose rhythmic stroking in and out of her causes the hand and arm movements in the audience to become even more rapid. As Arturo presses into her, he lifts her on the low platform on which they perform until she is kneeling on it. As he does so, he makes sure that the audience can see her distended labia showing bright pink as he pushes into and out of them. Ivan, Carlos Sr.'s twenty- one-year-old son, whose long thick cock, although vividly erect, is still completely covered by his foreskin, moves behind her. In profile, his cock shows a delicious curve; he rubs her ass cheeks with it. Arturo lifts her so that his arms support her on his dick, and he spreads her legs for Ivan, who lowers his head and licks at the very spot where Arturo and Jan are joined to the accompaniment of gasps and murmurs of approval from the audience. He works back a little to tongue her asshole. Jan's eyes close, and her gyrations in time to the music become more pronounced. Ivan kneels behind her and works the head of his cock into Jan's anus. There are moans in the audience, and to no one's surprise, a low moaning from Jan, who has started coming and comes continually for the next half hour. Her legs are spread, being held in the air by Ivan and Arturo, who press their excited organs into the cleft of her legs. Arturo's dance in and out of her quickens, and he comes to the rhythm of the drums. His cum dribbles out of Jan's cunt as he pulls out to be replaced by Jose (another of Carlos's sons, but by a different mother than Ivan and Tito), a black Cuban whose dick, if possible, is even bigger than Arturo's and with a very provocative upward curve at the end, suggesting that it knows how to reach right inside to a woman's gut. It is clearly as thick as Jan's wrist. At about this point, Ivan comes in Jan's ass. The drums pound eccentrically as Jan goes off again just as Ivan pulls out and his eighteen-year-old brother Tito fills her ass with his equally long, thick straight dick. The drums establish all the rhythms, starting slowly each time someone new inserts himself into Jan and building until that person climaxes in her. The poly-rhythms of the drums represent all that is happening on the stage, even including the boys who stand by waiting their turns, stroking their stimulated dicks. The audience similarly exhibits many different stages of arousal, each represented somewhere in the drumming. The dance goes on like this for more than an hour. When Jose and Tito are done, they are replaced by Leonel, Carlos Sr.'s half brother, in her pussy and Felix up her ass. At 28 Leonel is the senior member of the troupe, having actually attended rehearsals for the original performance, although he was not permitted to attend the members-only performance. His dick is the longest of the male dancers, and fully hard, it is a hair’s breadth more than twelve inches in length and a good two inches wide. At 20, Felix, Carlos Sr's nephew, has the characteristic family big dick, except that his is on the thicker side rather than the longer side, being a short eight inches. A strong smell of semen begins to arise among the audience, and several of the members have come several times by this point. Jan obviously enjoys Leonel's length, and it seems obvious to me, watching, that the head of his dick is slipping right past her cervix and straight into her womb. Junior seems to have a lot of competition today for the honors. I add to the semen smell in the audience as Leonel gasps and shoots his cum deep into her. He plants his cock into her root deep and I watch his ass flex six or seven times while his balls twitch on Jan's cunt and gout gobs of baby juice into her. Felix comes too, and to the beat of the drums, Leonel and Felix are replaced by Moshe and Memo. Eighteen- year-old Moshe, a black Cuban and another of Carlos's nephews, has a sort of comical look because of his large and crooked teeth, but there is nothing comical about the dick he sports between his legs, which resembles that of Arturo for length and thickness, but without the heart-shaped head. He drives his thick eleven inches into Jan's cunt rhythmically as twenty- year-old Memo, who has a very thick ten-inch dick, drives up her ass. In time to the music, they twist her body this way and that as they move into her and out of her. Jan moans again as rivulets of cum flood from her cunt over the boys’ thighs as they hold her up over that platform and fuck her. At this point, there isn't a single member of the audience whose dick is still in his pants, and the moaning and heavy breathing among the audience match Jan's own. The drummers heat up the beat and Moshe, yelling obscenities, comes in Jan's cunt as Memo floods her ass. Next up are Paolo, son of Carlos's sister, and Kiko. Paolo has a great body and a thick dick with a very long foreskin. Even after Paolo's cock is hard, the foreskin covers the head. He shoves it into Jan's cunt as Kiko, Carlos Sr's twenty-four-year old nephew, shoves his up her ass. Having waited so long, needless to say, neither of these boys lasts very long, so they are almost immediately replaced by twenty-four-year-old Mateo, another of Carlos's half brothers, in her cunt and Junior again, this time in Jan's ass. Mateo is another of those black Cubans with a huge dick, and although he has suffered through an hour of the most exciting display of fucking ever seen, he is determined to make it last, and as the last performer, to make sure the performance ends on a note the audience will always remember. So he strokes as far out as he can, slamming it back into Jan, exaggeratedly pulling the full length out of her again and then slamming it heavily to her. Her moaning increases, and the drums, though I did not think it possible, manage to become even just a little more impulsively evocative of the sex taking place on the stage as Mateo finally pours his cum into Jan's already filled cunt and Junior drives a great load home in her ass. Suddenly the drums stop and the lights on the stage go out. A discreet few minutes are allowed for the members of the audience to clean up and get themselves in order before the lights come up again, but when they do, to show Jan and the twelve boys provocatively arrayed on the stage, the audience bursts into shouts and cheers. Instead of taking a bow, each boy runs up to Jan and thrusts his erect dick into her snatch for a stroke or two, but when Carlos takes his bow, he moves in and out of her long enough to actually come in her again to cheers and shouts of approval from the audience. As the members of the club leave, I hear them betting heavily among themselves as to which of the dancers will be the father of the baby. God, what an evening. But of course, Jan must never know that I was here! Carlos "Junior" Wentworth: Holy shit! I came to Miami to get laid, but I certainly never thought it would be my mom I laid, or that I would share her with my brothers and cousins. Yes, at last I know who I am, thanks to my dad, Wayne, who was thoughtful enough to give me his official program from the performance as a tangible souvenir of an unforgettable evening. Let me quote a little: "The members of the Miami Affiliated Clubs de Hombres Organization (MACHO) are profoundly grateful to Carlos Ruiz for arranging a new production of his 'Fertility Dance' for this annual meeting and to close our dance contest. Those of you who remember the original event seventeen years ago have requested many times over the intervening years that the dance be repeated, but unfortunately, the star of the dance insisted she was retired as a performer. Happily, not only did she change her mind, she is allowing her son, Carlos Ruiz Jr., the happy result of that first and only performance, and legal son of our honorary and honored member, Wayne Wentworth, who was so instrumental in bringing about the first performance, to participate in this revival. Based on information supplied to us by Carlos and Wayne, we have reason to believe, and it is our fervent hope, that this performance may produce similar results to the last one." And who knows, maybe I was the lucky one to knock my mom up during the performance of "Fertility Dance," thanks to Carlos's having me go first and dad and Carlos suggesting that I try and get my sperm directly in her womb. I can't tell you how excited all of us dancers got when Carlos gathered us together a few minutes before the performance and told us that for esthetic purposes the president of the club had demanded that we perform without the safety nets. Anybody who was not hard when he heard that got hard when Carlos winked and added the information that mom was fertile, so one of us was likely to end up becoming a father. That's when dad appeared and he and Carlos took me aside to talk to me. Carlos also confessed that I had a leg up on the other guys, so to speak, because the condoms he had given me during rehearsals had holes in them -- just like the ones he'd used during the nightly fucks he and my mom indulged in on their tour seventeen years previously, though Carlos said he thought my mom believed it all happened at the performance. Of course, I'll still call Wayne Wentworth dad, and I'll just call my father Carlos. After all, I was dad's idea. You see, before he and mom got married, he and Carlos were part-time boyfriends. That's right, my dads are bisexual. It was Carlos who introduced mom and dad. Then, after mom and dad had tried unsuccessfully for a year to have babies and dad's doctor told him he was sterile -- a fact he for some reason was too embarrassed to share with my mom -- his old buddy Carlos offered to help him out. As to the revival performance, dad says he saw me masturbating one night as he walked past my room when I was home for spring break last March, saw how big my dick had gotten. I had left the door open because I hoped it would let me hear mom and dad having sex. Anyway, he says that he'd been wanting to have another child for a few years now and that seeing me masturbating is what put the whole idea into his head. So he called up his old buddy Carlos to see what he could arrange. The rest is history, and mom sure has gotten big for just three months pregnant! She says the morning sickness is about four times worse than it was with me, then she runs and throws up and comes back and looks real worried and says she hopes it doesn't mean anything. The silver bowl the Miami Affiliated Clubs de Hombres Organization sent mom to commemorate her performance this summer is even sexier than the first one. At least, in this one, there is no doubt as to what is happening, as it depicts Mateo up mom's cunt and me up her ass as clear as can be with six of my brothers and cousins gathered around with enormous erections; one of them is even sucking one of the others, which my dad swears actually did happen during the performance, although I was so busy paying attention to what was happening to mom I missed it. Too bad! The bas relief is a real turn on. I haven't figured out whether I'm bisexual myself or not, but I expect I will have plenty of opportunity to explore the matter when I visit Carlos and my brothers and cousins in Miami next summer -- dad says we can spend the whole summer there next year instead of just two weeks. I can hardly wait. We may do another performance of the "Fertility Dance" for MACHO. And not only did my brothers and cousins insinuate that they'd like to play a little man to man, I have yet to meet any of my female cousins or my aunts, so my dick stays hard just imagining what we all might get up to. Wayne Wentworth: Well, Jan delivered safely. Thank god she and all four of the babies were healthy. Of course, we didn't plan on four (how was I to know Jan would take my low sperm count story seriously enough to take a damned fertility drug? I should have told her the truth in the first place, I guess), but we'll count our blessings. I'm so proud. One of the babies, named Carlos III, obviously belongs to Carlos Junior, as I have taken to calling our son since he learned who his blood father is. Even without the DNA testing, I'd know the one we've named Arthur belongs to Arturo, based on the child's dark color (I don't know why the doctor looked so surprised when he appeared) and the heart-shaped head of his dick. The one we call Leo looks just like Leonel, and the child's dick is already almost as long as mine. The last one, Moses, is Moshe's, and he seems to make those comical faces Moshe makes even though he doesn't have any teeth yet. Of course when she found out that there were going to be four of them, Jan started worrying herself sick about what I'd think if I ever figured out what really happened in Miami. To relieve her mind, I confessed to her I'd seen everything-both times. Do you know what she said? Her response was, Do you mean I've gone without big Latin dick for sixteen years for no reason other than that's what I mistakenly believed you wanted? I laughed when she said it, but I've since come to realize that, after last summer's performance in Miami, nothing will ever be quite the same again, beginning with all the commotion emanating from the nursery. Jan says she's looking forward to spending next summer in Miami and she doesn't plan to renew her prescription for birth-control pills. Well, even if she does another performance of "Fertility Dance," I hope at least she doesn't take those fertility treatments this summer, though I've already gotten vehement word from Carlos Junior that he and his cousins like the odds better if she does. And so do the other members of MACHO's board of directors (they elected me to sit on the board the week I announced to them that Jan was having quadruplets and that the DNA testing indicated four different fathers-- I'm the first non-Latin ever to be given the honor), who are lobbying for an annual performance--with a greatly enhanced stipend for enhanced fertility. Jan looks wistful and says that with money like that we could retire in three or four years (and I haven't told her how much they said they'd pay for the privilege of videotaping the performance or what the cut we've been promised from the gambling on paternity is worth, based on an informal tally of bets placed last year). Then she says she thinks that doing it every year, especially with the fertility treatments, would be too much, but she gets wet and wants to fuck every time I bring it up. We'll see. Summer's not for another month or two, so she still has time for the treatments if she wants. END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 65