Danny Phantom’s porn adventures: The Song’s the Thing

This is an adaptation of an excellent Danny Phantom Comix “The Song of Lust,” written by Monkey Nutz and penned by Dark DP over at WWOEC. If you haven’t seen it yet, get over to WWOEC dot com and select authors, Dark DP.

Good stuff there.

That would make this the “novelization” of a computer generated comic.

Ain’t Fanfiction(s) great?

The Song’s the Thing

Late Saturday morning, the first day of Spring break, Maddie Fenton decided a bit of spring cleaning was in order. In the midst of scrubbing, polishing and straightening, the doorbell rang. Jazz Fenton took the opportunity to escape from the basement lab, her moody little brother, Danny Fenton and her frustrated mother, Mattie. Danny’s best friend Samantha, (please, call her Sam), had brought lunch: a large, fresh garden salad with grilled tofurkey and a spinach, portabella-mushroom pizza, topped with warm goat cheese. Finally, and most appreciated, she volunteered an extra pair of hands to help clean up the mess left by their most recent ghost portal backlash.

Jazz called Danny and her mother up from the basement where the three Fentons had been working. The family patriarch, Jack Fenton, was off attending the international ghost convention in Saint Helena, the most remote, inhabited island in the world.

Maddie, extremely fit at thirty-six for a mother of two, ran splayed fingers through her short, thick auburn hair. The page-boy cut was functional and practical and, incidentally, framed her face nicely. As usual, she wore a blue jumpsuit that emphasized her considerable attributes while at the same time prevented too much jiggle and sway. All things considered, an outfit that left precious little to the imagination.

Not for the first time that day she pondered, asking herself, why is s my son so stand-offish this morning?

The Fentons were not often openly demonstrative in their affections, but it was normal for Maddie to give morning hugs, if only a slight squeeze of the shoulders, and a peck on the cheek to remind her children that she loved them.

But for some reason, there had been no morning hug or buss on the cheek that day. Danny, in fact, had been avoiding his mother’s eyes all morning. The few times she had tried to engage her fourteen-year-old son in conversation, he’d refused to meet her eyes, responding in monosyllables and shrugs. Maddie eventually gave up trying, and attributed his sullen behavior to teen hormones and angst.

Danny, for his part, was trying to scrub his brain.

Have you ever tried to not think of something?

Let’s try an experiment.

Don’t think of a giraffe.

You’re envisioning a giraffe right now, aren’t you?

That’s because, in order to not think of something you have to think of something else, and the more you try to not think of that one thing, (you’re still thinking about that giraffe, I’ll bet), the harder it will be to get that image out of your mind.

The night before, Danny had tip-toed down the stair to raid the refrigerator. He hadn’t meant to look, really he hadn’t. But the door to his parent’s room was wide open and the reading lamp over the bed was the only illumination downstairs. That meant that what was going on in the bed was practically spot-lighted, and anything outside the bedroom was in shadow.

In the ‘spotlight’ was Maddie, on her hands and knees, her large, full breasts swaying in obscenely beautiful circles as Jack, kneeling behind, pounded her curvaceous, perfect ass.

“Oh, yah, Jack, FUCK my ass, pound me, stud, give me the full two minutes!”

Jack, his barrel chest heaving, grunted and groaned, incapable of coherent speech.

“Tight! So tight! Can’t hold! Gonna, kah, kah, cum!”

He froze, pushing his pelvis hard against his wife’s shapely bottom, and gave out a long grunt.

They both rolled onto their right sides, giving Danny a full front-on view of his mother. One knee pointing straight up, the other toward him spread her legs indecently, Jack’s pecker, having just popped out of her ass, looked like a small, wet finger. Maddie looked over her left shoulder and asked sweetly, “Will that hold you until you get back, dear?”

Jack’s response was to snore.

Maddie sighed and reached into the nightstand drawer, which caused her to stretch her full length, highlighting her six-pack abs and making her well-formed legs appear even longer.

What she’d pulled from the drawer was a tool that Danny, at first, thought was a white flashlight.

But the buzzing sound that emanated from the apparatus wasn’t like any flashlight Danny had ever used before.

Maddie stroked her wet sex with the gadget, then hunched over as she slipped the vibrating cylinder into herself and moaned, “Oh, FAH-AH-AH- AH-AH-AH-AH-AH-FUCK!”

Danny absently began to stroke himself through his boxers, then realized what he was doing and fled up the stairs, back to the safety and anonymity of his room.

Jack had left first thing in the morning, telling Danny, “You’re the man of the house now, be sure to take good care of your mother and sister until I get back, okay, sport?”

Danny blushed furiously, but nodded and turned his attention back to breakfast.

He couldn’t look at his mother all morning without seeing the swell of her breasts, the curve of her hip, the contours of her perfect ass, the camel toe that resulted when she would squat down, then stand again. And always, at the front of his mind he saw the look of bliss on her face as she fucked herself with the vibrator.

As if that hadn’t been enough, first thing that morning, he’d come out of his bedroom, stretching and yawning.

That’s significant, try to yawn with your eyes open.

Can’t be done.

Jazz was equally sleepy, also yawning as she exited the bathroom.

So both yawning siblings, each dressed only in a towel, quite literally walked into each other.

Both were embarrassed.

Both had gotten a full on body feel, separated only by strategically placed layers of terrycloth.

Danny was, for only a moment, pressed up against the firm yet soft globes that were Jazz’s boobies.

Jazz, for only a brief moment, felt the stiff, fleshy rod that was Danny’s morning wood.

“Sorry!”

“Sorry!”

Both blushing teens sidled around each other, one headed for a shower, the other for her own bedroom.

Jazz watched Danny, thinking to herself, I hope he doesn’t get all weird around me today, it was just a little accident.

Then again, little didn’t really enter into any serious description of what she’d felt pressed against her lower belly just then.

Maddie thanked Sam, “For bringing lunch, and for offering to help us get the lab back together.”

“No problem, Mrs Fenton…”

“Maddie.” The older woman corrected, “When you say ‘Mrs Fenton, I start looking for Jack’s mother.”

“No problem, Maddie. Danny and I were both at least partly responsible for the ghost attack that messed up the lab in the first place.”

Danny’s mother beamed, her smile was warm and genuine and full of pride, “Yes, Danny wants to follow in his father’s footsteps.”

Maddie sat up suddenly straighter at the table, “Oh, would you be interested in helping Danny with his budding ghost-hunting career? I have a jumpsuit that would fit you perfectly!”

Danny, warmed by his mother’s love, interjected, “Sam will only wear it if it’s black, and trimmed in dark purple.”

“Well…”

“That’s okay, Mrs, I mean, Maddie. I’ll pass for now.”

“Well, if everyone is ready, we can go back downstairs. I think all the really heavy lifting is done. The glass and splintered wood is cleared away, so we can concentrate on dusting and straightening. With the four of us working we’ll be done in no time, then maybe we can see a movie?”

Three ladies and one teenage boy went down the stair.

Danny fastened the two diagnostic tables together in the center of the room then began to rub mink oil into the thin, leather cushions.

Maddie was taking the opportunity to tag everything as either useful, possibly useful, or never, ever, by any stretch of the imagination useful stuff.

Everything in the last category was put in a pile that would, “oops,” find itself either shunted to the ghost zone or recycling bins before Jack could miss it.

“How long will Mr Fenton be gone?” Sam asked.

“Well,” Maddie said, “It takes four days to get to Saint Helena, the conference is six days, then four days to get back. A total of two weeks, dear.

“Oh, that reminds me. Danny, would you check the battery drawer? I want to make sure I have plenty of ‘C’ cells!”

No one understood why the boy suddenly went beet red, still, he checked the drawer.

“Looks like we have about a hundred batteries here, Mom. All ‘C’ cells.”

Maddie shuddered and beamed, “Oh, good. Thank you dear…”

Danny finished cleaning and conditioning the soft leather cushions and reached for the mink oil bottle cap, which, of course, rolled off the diagnostic table and onto the floor, directly in front of Jazz, who was carrying a box of books toward the “possibly useful” pile.

“Jazz, watch your step!”

“What?”

You are familiar with Murphy’s Law?

The Law states that that plastic bottle cap had to roll to a spot directly underneath Jazz’s foot, so, as she stepped down, it became the wheel that made her slip and fall, scattering books everywhere.

Unfortunately, or maybe not, one book slammed into the green button that opened the portal to the Ghost Dimension.

)O(

Ember McClain liked to sit near the portal. From time to time she could hear music through the thin gateway between worlds.

At this particular moment in time she was sitting with her back against the closed gateway, strumming chords and humming the melody from While My Guitar Gently Weeps, a golden oldie even when she was an up-and-comer in the Nineteen-eighties.

The tune made her think of him, the one guy who had managed to get under her skin, and into her knickers, while she was young and fresh. He had left when her star looked like it was beginning to fade.

Depressed, the young rocker took two bottles to bed that fateful night, one of sleeping pills, the other of Jack Daniels.

Ember McClain went to sleep.

Only to wake up in the Ghost Zone, with her skull themed boots, skin-tight, black leather pants, Lycra one-strap halter and her beloved guitar.

She found that, while she may have been a one-hit wonder, her untimely death had immortalized her. So much so that a Two-thousand three remix of Remember rocketed her to Number One on the charts, again, and gave her the psychic power to bust out of the Ghost Zone and go on the road again.

Ember McClain was bigger than ever, and poised to take over the world in a youth revolution that would throw down the establishment and put the right people, her people in charge.

How could there be war and poverty and injustice if the whole world worshiped her?

But Ghost Boy had taken it all away.

She was banished back to the G-Z.

Still, the music was there.

She leaned against the portal and sighed.

Ghosts, better than anyone living, appreciated irony.

Her one hit, Remember Ember, had been written as a plea. Begging her man to never forget her. And now, she couldn’t for the afterlife of her recall his name…

I look at the world and I notice it’s turning
While my guitar gently weeps
With every mistake we must surely be learning
Still my guitar gently weeps

The portal whooshed open and Ember McClain fell through.

)O(

Jazz managed to slap the red “close door” button, but not before Ember, her hair a blazing blue flame, rose triumphantly. Her right hand, sleeved in a black glove that extended the length of her arm, held a pick poised over her guitar bridge.

“Alright, dipsticks!” She screamed, “Are you ready to ROCK?”

Danny looked about in near panic, “I gotta stop Ember, but how? I can’t go ghost! Mom will see, she can’t know about me…”

Maddie put her own body between the ghost threat and her baby boy, arms wide to absorb whatever evil the specter was planning to unleash on them.

Sam, for her own part was trying to think of ways to distract Mrs Fenton so Danny could go ghost.

Sam and Danny saw the prism at the same time, caught each other’s eye and nodded in understanding.

Such was the nature of their relationship, even then. They could speak volumes without uttering a word.

Danny did a partial transformation, just his right hand and arm, then concentrated a narrow beam E-E-B, Ectoplasmic Energy Blast, into the prism.

The crystal refracted the energy blast directly onto Ember’s guitar, which pealed like a thousand bells all struck at once.

“BAWRANG-ANG-ANG-ANG-ANG!”

Both ghost and guitar began to glow from an overload of ectoplasmic oomph.

She had less than a half-second to check the selector setting on her axe, it was set to ‘heart.’

Ember started to say, “What have you…”

Everyone in the room, both living and dead, saw bright, white light.

Then nothing.

Ember recovered first. She pulled the remnants of her Lycra halter top off and threw the tattered pieces to the floor. Her eyes glowed red for a few seconds and she shouted, “Thanks for the hit, Baby Pop! Now I’ll make you. SAY. MY. NAME!”

Maddie turned around and saw her son on the floor, where he’d slid after being thrown against the wall. Her eyes glowed red for a moment as well.

Sam looked down at Danny, with ruby-red eyes and an expression that would have been considered carnivorous on anyone else.

Jazz walked around the table to stand next to Maddie. Her eyes were no longer crimson, but the hunger in her expression was unmistakable.

If Danny had been awake and aware, he’d have gone ghost and flown the coop.

As it was, four pairs of hands gently laid the fourteen year old boy on the examining table.

“I’m his mother,” Maddie insisted, “I’ll check him for injuries.”

Danny’s mom was obviously looking for pelvic injuries.

She undid his jeans and pulled them along with his boxers down to his ankles.

Danny was dazed, confused, and slightly concussed as Maddie loosened the Velcro fasteners of her battle suit, proving to all present that that she only wore what could be seen on the outside. The garment was thin, but made of a microfiber that pulled perspiration away from her skin, keeping her cool even in the hottest weather, and warm when she needed to keep her body heat in. The wondrous garment also kept her fresh, hour after hour, no matter how much she exercised.

In the fog of Danny’s awareness, a soft, warm, large-breasted goddess had put him on a big, comfy pedestal, and was straddling his waist, stroking his cock to full mast.

The goddess with his mother’s voice was cooing, “Oh, yeah, Danny. My, my. Such a BIG boy now!”

He looked to his left and saw Jazz and Sam, peeling out of their clothes.

Sam wore a black lace demi-bra and matching panties with a small white skull embroidered just above the crotch.

Jazz wore red, lace French-cut knickers and a matching half-cup bra.

Someone else, someone blue, was fussing about him, removing the rest of his clothing. Shoes and socks first, followed by his pants and boxers, which the mom-goddess had left bunched around his ankles.

The last item to come off was his t-shirt.

Then the blue girl began to methodically remove the goddesses clothing as well. The jumpsuit was actually a multi-piece ensemble, short-sleeved jacket, short bicyclist-style pants and matching leggings that extended to the tops of her thighs like old-fashioned stockings.

Ember helped Maddie peel off the jacket, but didn’t seem to want to have her break contact with Danny.

The ghost girl smirked, then shredded Maddie’s pants with razor-sharp nails.

Danny heard his mom say, “Leave the leggings and boots, and the long gloves as well.”

Blue girl nodded in appreciation, “Yeah, that looks hot.”

Not nearly as hot as when mom-goddess raised up on her knees, aligned Danny’s throbbing meat with her dripping quim, then slid down in one, smooth stroke, completely encasing his erection with her warm, welcoming depths.

“Oh, Danny! Oh FUCK! You are so-oh-oh-oh much, much bigger than your father!”

The cobwebs cleared.

Danny could see who was on top of him, surrounding his throbbing cock with hot, wet pussy, fucking him.

MOM?

“Mom! Wait, think of what you’re doing!”

Maddie leaned forward, squeezing Danny’s cock with her cunt muscles, pressing her stiff nipples against his chest, then captured his mouth in a deep, soulful kiss.

Maddie came up for air and Danny looked to his right. There was Ember, topless, her light blue breasts capped off with stiff, indigo nipples. The look on her face was pure lust.

Of course! He thought, when I hit Ember’s guitar with my E-E-B, it must have caused some kind of backlash, and one of her specialties is a love spell!

Looking over at Jazz and Sam, who were tearing at each other’s underwear while kissing whatever they could reach, he thought, make that a lust spell!

A lust spell, no, a lust song.

A Song of Lust!

Ember stood by the table, then peeled out of her sprayed-on leather pants.

“Come on, kid,” she insisted, “don’t leave me hangin’.”

Ghosts can become as solid as they want to, as solid as a living person, even more so if they wish. They can also be as warm as a living person, or warmer.

As Ember straddled Danny’s shoulders, presenting her blue, fever-hot fleshy folds to the youngest Fenton, he thought, “Well, why the hell not!”

The ghost girl moaned as Danny grabbed her ass cheeks and drew her orchid flush against his mouth, where he worked her folds, with lips and tongue and her clit with the bridge of his nose.

“Ah, yah, yah, yah, that’s the spot, Baby Bop!”

Sam and Jazz had cleaned off one of the side counter tops and, at that moment, Jazz was working Sams cunt with her fingers and grazing the Goth-girl’s clitty with her teeth.

Ember’s ectoplasmic juices were warm and surprisingly tasty. Danny couldn’t seem to get enough, lapping and lapping as much as he could swallow.

Meanwhile, Maddie’s kegal muscles were grasping Danny’s cock, even as he bucked upwards, sheathing himself fully in the same passageway he’d emerged from fourteen years and some months earlier.

“Mom! Ah! I’m gonna…

“CUM!”

And he did, gushing jet after hot jet of hot, sticky sperm into his own mother’s belly.

Ember, sated for the moment, slid off Danny’s chest and let him devote his full attention to Maddie.

Oh my god! I came! I came inside my own mother!

And.

It.

Felt.

GREAT!

“Yes, Danny! Harder! Pound me HARDER!”

It didn’t escape anyone’s notice that Danny was still pounding, thrusting up into the same womb that gave him life.

He hadn’t gone soft.

Not even a little bit.

If anything, he was bigger, harder!

Danny rolled his mother over so that he was now on top. He grabbed her legs and hoisted them up over his shoulders and began to pile drive her so hard that she had to hold her bouncing tits in place.

“Ooh! Danny! I’d say this, oomph, deserves a, oof, raise in your, oh, allowance!”

With a smile and a groan, Danny said, “I’m cum, cuming again! Oh god!”

Splich!

Splootch!

Splurtch!

Spurt, spurt, spurt, spurt, spurt!

Samantha was an ultra-relaxed puddle of goo from Jazz’s talented tongue, so Danny’s sister approached Danny and Maddie as he pulled his still hard cock from her soggy depths, spilling his cum and her quim liquor all over the cushion.

Seeing the look in Jazz’s eyes, Maddie said, “Hold on dear, let me clean him up for you.”

Saying that, Maddie took her son’s todger in her mouth and began to lick and suck and stroke and clean him off.

Danny looked down, and, if he’d been limp as a wet noodle, the sight of his mother’s angelic face, surrounding his cock, taking it to the root, all the way down her throat, would have had him rock-hard again.

As it was, it was all he could do to not fill her throat with even more hot cum as she looked up at him with adoring eyes.

He smiled and, through half-lidded eyes, moaned, “This is so wrong, so wrong…”

Jazz sat on Danny’s stomach, reverse cowgirl position and cooed, “Ooh, oh! Not so little, little brother!”

She lifted up enough to position her virgin lips above his fully erect flesh-pole.

Jazz blushed prettily as she moaned, “I can’t believe he’s still hard!”

Danny felt just a bit of resistance as his mushroom shaped cock-head cleared his sister’s pussy lips.

“Ah, ah, Oomph!”

For her own part, Jazz felt a brief sting, but then, Ember’s lust enchantment took over, and all she could feel was wave after wave of pleasure, starting at their joined sex, reverberating outward to every square centimeter of skin on her body and then back again.

Jazz slid down his pole until her firm, shapely young ass rested on Danny’s lower belly. He drew her back to lay on his chest, the back of her head on his shoulder.

“Oh, yah Danny, faster, baby brother, faster!”

He proceeded to pound her from below, smack, smack, smacking her slightly raised ass the bottom of his fleshy cylinder rubbed her erect clit over and over and over again.

Danny caressed and squeezed both of his sisters titties, while kissing the shell of her ear, “So warm, so tight, so good…”

And Jazz moaned, “So good, so, so good!”

By this time Samantha had recovered enough that she approached the young lovers writing on the diagnostic table.

Watching her boyfriends monster cock pumping in and out of Jazz’s newly opened pussy was making her hot. She stood and watched, rubbing her own tits, tweaking her own nipples until she heard Ember’s voice, and felt the ghosts warm fingers caress her pussy mound.

“Heh, heh. You can’t wait for your turn, can you?”

Sam blushed, smiled and leaned back into Ember’s embrace.

Jazz was sitting up now, eyes half-lidded in lust as she bounced on Danny’s unflagging erection. As she moved up and down she murmured, “Oh god! So, so, amazing!”

Then she leaned forward and urged her brother on, “Harder, baby brother, faster, ungh, uh, uh, hurf, hurf, hurf, hurf, hurf, hurf, hurf, hurf, hurf, hurf, hurf, hurf!”

The thwap, thwap, thwap, thwapping sound almost sounded like applause as he pounded her tender pussy from behind and below.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!”

Jazz leaned back again and screeched her climax.

Danny grunted and filled his second pussy of the day full of hot, sticky cum.

Splurtch!

Spurt, spurt, spurt, spurt, spurt!

Jazz lifted up on wobbly legs, turned to look at her little brother and sighed, “Damn, Danny. You’re good!”

Danny’s cock, semi-erect now, flopped out of Jazz’s tight, dripping wet cunt.

“Heh, yeah, if you say so. I wonder what’s next?”

Jazz smiled at Samantha and said, “He’s all yours!”

“Oh, yes!”

Sam grabbed the base of Danny’s semi, “Don’t go all soft on me now!”

Danny shrugged apologetically, “Well…”

She leaned down and smirked, “I’ve been meaning to taste your pecker!”

Oh man, who knew she could be a meat-eater?

“Humph, um, yum!”

Slurp

Slorp

Schluck, schluck, schluck, schluck, schluck, schluck!

Samantha kept stroking Danny to full mast as she sucked his balls, one at a time.

Then she crawled on top of him, moaning, “You know how long I’ve wanted to do this?”

“Uh uh?”

“A really, long,” she placed her eager snatch over the head of Danny’s cock, “long,” she guided him into her virginal opening and pushed down, hard.

“Long, long time!”

The slight pain from losing her cherry was quickly replaced by the feeling of completion as her lover went balls deep into her no longer virgin pussy.

Danny had two hands full of Samantha’s tight ass and pounded away for all he was worth.

Sam sighed, eyes closed, grooving like she’d never grooved before, thinking, it’s better than I ever dreamed!

Meanwhile, back at the counter top, Jazz and Maddie were attending to Ember McClain, who was quickly falling for the whole flesh and blood family in a big way!

Ember, half-reclined against the lab wall, whimpered as Jazz worked her blue-tinted twat with her fingers, lips and tongue.

Maddie alternated between kissing the ghost girl and sucking and licking her painfully erect nipples.

Danny was pounding his third pussy of the day, completely into the fact that it was Sam’s, his best friend’s and now, so, so much more!

Imagine his surprise when Samantha stopped, then rolled off, letting his pulsating rod fall out of her incredibly hot, tight twat.

“Uh? You stopped! Is there something wrong, am I hurting you?”

“Oh, it’s not that.” She said, lying back on the soft, leather cushions. “I want you,” she spread her legs wide, so that her newly opened womanhood winked at him invitingly, “I want you on top!”

Danny slid over Samantha, kissed her deeply, passionately, then raised up to watch her guide his heat-seeking moisture missile into her heavenly tunnel.

All lined up, he pushed forward and sank balls deep in a single stroke.

“Oh, FUCK yeah!” they both said, with equal passion.

Danny felt content, at home in a way he’d never felt before.

Sam never thought sex would be anything like this, so good, so warm, so, right.

And Danny seemed to know just what she needed.

Stroking slowly at first, he leaned down to lick and suck Samantha’s nipples, then her neck, then the fleshy part of her ear.

They tongue wrestled for a good long time, and when the kiss finally broke, Sam locked her heels together around his butt, and held him tight so that she was hugging and squeezing him with her arms and her legs, “Oh, almost there, Danny. Ungh, I love this…”

In his heart, Danny knew she meant she loved the sex, of course, but also the closeness, the sharing, the depth of feeling that they had only begun to grasp.

Each wanted what the other wanted, that is, they were both concentrating completely on what would please their lover most.

It was a contest with no loser.

At her non-verbal urging, Danny started fucking her harder, faster, slap, slap, slap, slapping until both could feel each other’s impending climax.

Slap, slap, slap, slap, “Oh Danny!”

Slap, slap, slap, slap, “Oh Sam!”

“I’m cum, cuming! Oh SAM!”

Splich!

Splootch!

Splurtch!

Spurt, spurt, spurt, spurt, spurt!

In his mind’s eye, Danny could see his white-hot spunk spray coating the inside of Samantha’s tight tunnel.

Samantha felt every spurt as a pulse of liquid heat, filling her, warming her. She watched in amazement as Danny pulled his semi-soft meat out of her newly-fucked pussy, and saw and felt gouts of warm cum dribbling from her hole over the pucker of her anus.

Leaning up on her elbows, Samantha smirked and said, “That was. So. Fucking. Good!”

Danny leaned back on the leather cushions and sighed, “Oh, man! I don’t know if I can take much more of this.”

“You don’t have any say in the matter, Baby Pop!”

Ember McClain was on the table with Danny, stroking him to full mast.

Again!

“Cause it’s MY TURN now!”

She guided him up on his knees, then went down on her elbows, lining up her azure pussy lips with the head of his bouncing todger.

He pushed in, and marveled at the tightness of her barely used twat.

“Oh,” she looked over her shoulder at him with adoring eyes, “That’s the spot!”

“So tight, so warm…”

“Oh, yes, Baby Pop, you, you, you’re gonna make me,”

Her back stiffened, her blue-flame hair blazed hot and bright as she screamed, “CUM!”

She went limp and would have dropped down to the cushioned table top, but Danny wasn’t half finished yet. He held her upright with strong hands and continued to pound, like a piston, thwap, thuwap, thwap, thuwap, thwap, thuwap, thwap, thuwap!

Ember’s ghostly, keening wail never sounded so sexy as she was brought to the brink, over and over and over again as Danny jack-hammered her tender twat from behind.

Thwap, thuwap, thwap, thuwap, thwap, thuwap, thwap, thuwap… “Oh Ember!”

Thwap, thuwap, thwap, thuwap, thwap, thuwap, thwap, thuwap… “Oh Danny!”

Splich!

Splootch!

Splurtch!

Spurt, spurt, spurt, spurt, spurt!

He gently guided Ember down to the soft, leather cushion, kissed her tenderly, then sat back on his ankles, huffing and puffing, “Oh, man. I’m glad that’s over!”

He heard a throaty chuckle.

It was his mother, who had just finished lashing together all the soft, covered diagnostic tables which created a six-by-six cushioned surface – or a really large bed.

Still chuckling, Maddie smirked, “Over, Danny?”

He looked around, realizing that he was at the very center of the ‘romper room.’

And from each of the four sides of this adult play-pen, he was being advanced on by a young, beautiful, horny girl. Okay, three horny girls, one very horny married woman.

Ember cooed, “We’re just getting started!”

How long did it go on?

Hands, lips, tits, pussies, stroking, rubbing, kissing, swallowing.

Hours?

Stroking, caressing, kissing, spurting.

Days?

Rubbing, squeezing, slurping, fucking!

Danny lost track of time, as all four pussies and all four wide open mouths were his to do with however it pleased him, and them.

Eventually, the sun came up, it may have been on the third day, no one was keeping track.

Eventually, Ember stirred.

“Huh? What?”

She looked around, saw the pile of sweat and cum soaked people in the middle of the makeshift bed, all asleep in an erotic people pile. All smiling contentedly.

Ember looked down at her own nakedness and smiled, “Oh yeah, now I remember. Humph, I can’t go around naked all the time, I need to go home to get some more clothes.”

She gathered the tattered remains of her outfit, picked up her skull-themed boots, and wobbled on unsteady legs to the Ghost Zone portal.

“That was awesome,” she said, then smiled, “We’ll have to do it again.”

Opening the portal she stepped into the zone.

“And SOON!”

Things were different around the Fenton house after that. Sam had practically moved in.

Danny, Maddie and Jazz were more open and more openly affectionate, always needing to touch. Hugs and familial kisses, and some kisses that were a bit more than familial were the rule.

When Jack came back from Saint Helena he didn’t notice the difference, and, as his own sexual life was well, on the wane, he didn’t seem to mind that Maddie didn’t need the “pickle tickle” every night, like before.

That gave him more time to work on important stuff, like putting the name, “Fenton” on everyday household items.

Two weeks after the trip to Saint Helena he was offered a job leading expeditions into the unexplored regions of the Amazon.

Maddie chose to stay at home with the kids, “They are both still in school, Jack. They need a parent here.”

“Are you sure, Maddie, I may be a while.”

“How long?”

“It’s a three year contract, maybe longer, they keep losing guides to crocodiles and cannibalistic Amazon tribesmen.”

“I’ll have dinner for you when you come back, dear.”

Two weeks after Jack’s departure, Maddie, Jazz and Samantha were sitting together in the living room.

Sam asked, “All three of us? Are you sure?”

Maddie nodded, “Yes, no doubt about it.”

Danny came in, smiling, “Hey Ladies, what’s up?”

“Come sit down, dear. We have something to tell you.”

Danny sat on the sofa, and was immediately flanked by Sam on one side and Jazz on the other. This was normal for them now, always needing to be near one another.

Maddie said, “Initially, we thought Ember’s guitar hadn’t affected you, we thought, for some reason, you were immune to their power. But, after several tests, we found that that wasn’t quite true.

” The lust blast did affect you, but in a totally different way. It, um, ‘tweaked’ your libido, making the notion of incest totally acceptable. Moreover, it increased your stamina, you know, your staying power, and greatly reduced your recovery time so that you were able to please all of us.”

Jazz ran her fingers through her little brother’s hair, “Several times.”

Sam kissed his cheek, “It also makes you addictive.”

“Huh?”

Maddie nodded, “If anyone ingests your sperm, vaginally, orally, even anally, they become addicted to you. Permanantly!”

Jazz rested her head on his shoulder and stroked his chest, “We need you.”

“We’ve all had you, dear. And now we’re hooked. We have to have you near us and more important, we will crave you sexually for as long as we are fertile.”

Samantha, her hands between his thighs, added, “Tell him already!”

“Well, dear, the other thing your sperm does is, well, it kick starts our reproductive systems. And no pill or I-U-D will stop it.”

“So?” Danny prompted.

Maddie stammered, “So, that means, I mean, what I’m trying to say is,”

All three shouted, “We’re pregnant!”

“All three of you? Are you sure?”

“Oh yes, Danny, very sure. And we’re so, so happy!”

Maddie embraced her son from behind and asked, “Danny, sweetie, we were all wondering…”

She pressed her boobs against his back, “Can we please fuck again?”

Soon after Maddie was riding her favorite stud while he was busy slurping Samantha’s pussy and Jazz waited patiently for her turn.

“Of course, we can’t ever tell your father.”

Splich!

Splootch!

Splurtch!

Spurt, spurt, spurt, spurt, spurt!

Meanwhile, in the Ghost Zone, the Magisterium had convened and was pronouncing judgment on one of their own, “Ember McClain, you have had congress with the living and now you bear the shame of that joining.”

“So, I’m knocked up. Cool!”

Ember turned her back on the court of the afterlife and sashayed back to the portal. Then stopped, dismayed.

How can I get in?

The portal, sensing a non-ghost entity on the wrong side of the door opened.

Ember passed through.

She was immediately on her guard.

Sounds of a struggle, moaning, groaning, shrieking were echoing from somewhere in the house above.

Arming herself with her guitar, she ran up the stair and burst into the living room, ready for anything.

Okay, she wasn’t ready to see Danny porking Jazz from behind while Maddie and Sam were using him for a Danny sandwich.

Ember cried, “Hey! You started without me!”

She squeaked in surprise as Maddie peeled off and pulled the ghost girl into a tight, bare embrace.

“We’ve all had two turns already today, as soon as he cums in Jazz, you’re next!”

Maddie had Ember undressed in record time.

Soon after she found herself impaled on Danny’s flesh pole.

As she rode him to blissful completion she murmured, “How would you feel if I told you that you put a bun in my oven?”

Danny, fast approaching his own climax gasped, “What?”

“I’m pregnant you fertile little fucker, you’ve knocked me up!”

Splich!

Splootch!

Splurtch!

Spurt, spurt, spurt, spurt, spurt!

“Ooh, I can tell you like that idea!”

Seven months later, all four girls were thick with Danny’s babies. Their boobs were full and ready, nipples and areola heavy and dark, bellies full and stretch-marked, ankles swollen.

Danny thought they were the most beautiful women in the history of the world.

“Danny?” Maddie asked, “I know we’re all just about ready to deliver, but…”

Jazz groped his ever-ready cock through his jeans, “Can we please fuck some more?”

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