Article 12467 of alt.sex.cthulhu:
From: chfrost@aol.com (CHFrost)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.cthulhu
Subject: Story: The Rutting Room - Part III
Date: 13 Feb 1997 07:43:15 GMT

Note: I did not write this story, so don't bitch at me if you don't
like it. This is a bastardized version of the original story that I
found on the net!

Important Safety Tip: This is a Lovecraft based, gothic horror story
and is extremely graphic! It includes - f/M, f/F, F/M, f/f, F/f,
ff/M, M/f, ?/fu, mc, nc, incest, oral, anal, hermaphroditism,
transformation, portal openings, ect...

Age Limit: 18







THE RUTTING ROOM - Part III

Adapted by Wendy Palmer
From a story by Grant Morrison


   Upon arriving home from school with her friend that afternoon,
Imogen invited her father up to her room to judge the routines they
were practicing for cheerleading tryouts. Dr. Bedlow had readily
agreed, like a fish taking the shiny little bait offered to it,
hoping to get a peek or two at the lithe bodies of the cute teenage
girls.
   Following them up to Imogen's bedroom, the girls proceeded to
wiggle and cavort around as Imogen's father stared at the pretty
girls in their school uniforms. They noticed the same queer look on
his face as he continued watching them, how he was mostly looking at
Imogen as she practiced a few of the cheerleading routines with
Giselle. He was focusing on how well her white panties were defined
beneath her pleated skirt, how the little round cheeks of her fanny
were perfectly molded by the stretchy lace material.
   Dr. Bedlow's heart sinfully raced as he lusted to see more of
them. They looked so sexy as they slithered about the room. Soon his
prick had grown so much so that it was obvious in his trousers.
However, his given his erudite manner, he made a pretense for his
condition by attempting to rest the blame for his arousal on the
girls themselves.
   "Imogen!!! Stop this very moment, will you? I am dreadfully
sorry, but I simply can not have a daughter of mine seen acting so...
adult in public."
   Imogen stopped dead in her tracks. A pouting lipped look of
disappointment coming over her face.
   "But Pappa! People can't see anything! I'm completely covered."
   "Yes, you are completely covered, however the way you move, spin,
and bend around like cats reveals your undergarments immodestly! "
   Imogen and Giselle giggled when he said that, noticing the large
lump in his trousers even as he protested. Then, they both started
meowing and slinking around, pretending to be a couple of stray
alley cats like they had been accused of being. Giselle purred as
she rubbed up against Dr. Bedlow, her pigtail accidentally brushing
up against the bulge in his trousers. Imogen leapt onto her bed and
started crawling around on the mattress, showing off her panty clad
fanny, knowing that the little cleft at the fork of her legs was
clearly defined in her tight, white panties.
   Dr. Bedlow weakly tried pushing Giselle away as she slithered
around him, but the feeling of Giselle's soft body against him
was a forbidden pleasure that he knew he could not refuse. His rock
hard member started leaking juices and a growing spot appeared on
his trousers. There was no way he could hide it, and since he
refused to leave, under the room's evocation, the girls increasingly
could not help wondering what caused it.
   Giselle kept purring as she slank around him on all fours,
rubbing her face, shoulders and arse up against him. Mesmerized by
the sensuous touch of her body as she rubbed against him, all the
while watching his daughter as she slank cat-like around on the bed,
he was began to embrace the impossible thoughts of pedophilia.
   Imogen rolled over on her back, and slid her hands seductively up
over the starched white blouse that hid her breasts. She then moved
them down along the contours of her sides to her waist, and even
down beneath her plaid skirt to trace the moist folds in their midst,
smiling as she beheld the nearly painful expression on her father's
face.
   Dr. Bedlow knew rightly that he had to stop this madness, but his
own aberrant lust for the teenage girls made him stand fast. Giselle
let her own wayward curiousity finally get the best of her. Moving
her hands slowly up the inseam of his trousers, and began lightly
teasing the straining mystery that bulged so. Just as he had wickedly
had longed for, the unhindered girl found the buttons of his fly and
began working them open, one by one.
   Dr. Bedlow shut his eyes, trembling with indecent pleasure as he
felt the girl's warm hand tentatively reached into the shadows of
his crotch and touch his flagrant erection. He sighed, nodding for
her to continue as her fingers wrapped around the throbbing breadth
of his rigid manhood and pulled it out into the light.
   Puffed up with arrogant pride, Dr. Bedlow's penis towered up out
of his open trousers, glistening with the slick juices of his
shameful desire. Caught up in the spell of the room, Giselle and
Imogen unchastely cooed as at last they discovered what it was that
had been mysteriously hiding behind the bulging trousers. Under Dr.
Bedlow's instruction, Giselle ran the pigtails of her luscious
blonde hair back and forth over the bulging veined length of his
throbbing cock. He then debased himself and the girls even further
by convincing Giselle to kiss its hoary crown.
   As soon as Dr. Bedlow felt Giselle press her powty lips to his
swollen cockhead, he knew he was beyond all hope of redemption. Yet,
he unconscionably swayed himself into believing that every act of
indecency, every untoward liberty he planned to take with the girls,
was justified, since his wife had grown cold to sex over the years
of their marriage. It had been many months since a woman had even
touched him there, so even though Giselle and his daughter were
just young teenagers, he found he could not resist the temptation
to help himself to their charms.
   Giselle lavished the wickedly oozing shaft of flesh with warm
kisses. Then, per Dr. Bedlow's urging, she took it into her mouth,
the sweet pink lips of her mouth wedged rudely aside as the thick
jutting shaft entered. It took her a little practice to do what
she was told, but soon she swallowed his fat pole down her little
throat like an ice pop. Back and forth she worked her lips over his
shaft, and under his stern tuttalage, swirled her tongue around the
bloated head, then back to lightly tounging its angry length.
   Imogen laying on her back, her fingers rubbing the moist folds
through her white panties, began verbally urging them on as well.
   "Look at me, Pappa! I am almost grown up! Do I look cute? Is
prancing around in my little schoolgirl outfit too much for you?
I just love how my panties hug...every...inch of me! See? See how
pretty my legs and fanny are? And my little tummy...so flat. My
titties are getting big too! Mmmmmmm... It feels so divine when I
rub myself here between my legs, like you told me to!!!"
   As Dr. Bedlow watched Imogen diddling herself through her wet
panties he was even more emboldened by her still teasingly covered
body. The rational part of his brain was swept aside by his less
than fatherly passion as he watched her. At the same time he felt
Giselle's budding breasts through her top, absent mindedly tweaking
her nipples until they were hard points. The taboo eroticism of the
revelry quickly churned up a fire in his belly that was close to
boiling over.
   His knees almost buckled, his penis swelled even larger as he
drank in the heady sight of his little Imogen rubbing her clitoral
nub vigorously through her panties. Then with a gutteral cry, his
overly stimulated penis gave a fierce lurch, exploding dramatically
into Giselle's warm suckling mouth, again and again and again.
   Hot semen streamed into the surprised teenager's mouth. Her lips
and tongue became even more slippery as the swollen head disgourged
the creamy white contents of his shuddering testes. A huge spurt
then another surged into Giselle throat before she was able to pull
away.
   "UHHHHH!" Dr. Bedlow groaned as waves of pleasure washed from his
orgasming penis.
   "Oh! Dr. Bedlow! Your thing is spitting! Getting me all wet! Oh
my! Look at all the white stuff shooting all
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