Seventh Father of the Family

Librarian's note: "Syvende far i huset", sometimes translated as Seventh Father of the Family, though more accurately it'd be Seventh father in the house, or perhaps The Seventh Head of Family (though am I the only one who then imagines a bunch of heads like the ones in Shihiro rolling around on the carpets?), is a Norwegian fairy-tale about a traveller seeking lodging in a rather strange household. I've kept as close to the original as I could, just adding sexy times. The original is often seen as an accurate depiction of dealing with bureaucracy. Mine... probably not so much. Lastly, a warning: there's an age difference in this that gets worse scene by scene. If that turns you off, better seek other stories.

Once upon a time there was a woman who was on a journey. She was also a bit of a nymphomaniac, and once in her travels she'd done a good turn to an old hag, and in return had been granted a boon: that everyone she met would be overcome with a desire to fuck her, and that she would always have the vigour to keep going. Now, at the end of a long day's journey she came to a house so big and glorious that it might as well have been a small palace, and she thought, oh, this must be a fine place for me to spend the night. She went inside the gate, and outside the house there stood a handsome young man chopping wood.

"Oh, fuck me," said the man the moment he saw the slutty girl, and of course, she was happy to comply. She loosened his breeches so they fell to his ankles, revealing a cock of impressive length and girth, even by her standards.

"That's a mighty big sausage you got there," said the slut.

"Oh, I come from a long line of well-endowed men," said he.

"Well, if it's all the same to you, I'll have a taste of this one," she said, and dropped to her knees.

A few kisses to the tip of his prick got it to attention, then she popped the head in her mouth and got down to business. She licked, she sucked, she slobbered, and alternated between working the base with her hands while giving the head her full attention, and simply ramming the whole length down her throat while fondling his balls. It didn't take long at all before she was swallowing spurt after spurt of his hot seed, a look of bliss upon her face. The lad, for his part, was looking a bit weak in the knees, but no less content.

After licking his member clean and running her tongue over her lips to catch any runaway drops there, the slut got to her feet again and asked if she might stay the night in the man's house.

"Oh, were it up to me I'd be happy to say yes, but I'm not master of the house. You'd better speak with my father; he's just inside by the hearth."

So the girl went inside, and there stood a large man by the hearth, stoking the roaring fire.

"Oh, fuck me," said the man as his eyes fell on the sexy slut. Her eyes in turn roved over his broad chest and muscular arms and the bulge building in his trousers, and she replied, "No, fuck

me

."

She tossed her shoes and cloak aside, slipped out of her panties, and lifted her skirt to reveal her shaven sex. She parted it with two fingers, and it was glistening and moist, with her clit out from its hood displaying a proud ladyboner. He was no slower to discard his breeches, and as his son had promised, the bone he had to show was a sight to behold.

"You think you can handle all of this, little lady?" he asked, stroking up and down his massive length.

"Try me, big boy," said the slut. And without any further ado, he picked her up in his big, strong hands and placed her easily down on his prick, impaling that juicy pussy.

"Oh, fuck," he said as the slut immediately started squeezing his cock with her vaginal muscles, working him into a frenzied lust. He pinned her quickly against the nearest wall and fucked her so quick and so hard that barely had he started before his seed was shooting through her dark tunnel. And his balls were so full and she milked him so well that before long a trickle of it flowed out of her pussy and pooled beneath them.

Once his climax finally faded, the man put her down and she asked if she might stay the night in his house. But like his son, he said that he wasn't master of the house; she'd better go into the study and speak with his father.

So the girl went into the study and there sat a stern-faced gentleman by the desk, pouring over an old book.

"Oh, fuck me," mumbled the man when he looked up and spotted the slut, but before she could reply, he roared at the top of his voice, "How dare you enter without knocking, and in such inappropriate clothing! Have you no decency?!"

"Oh, no, sir, I'm afraid I'm quite the naughty girl," replied the slut truthfully.

"Well, do you know what happens to naughty girls?"

"Oh, yes, sir, naughty girls must be punished," said the slut, who at once recognised what sort of man she was dealing with.

"Well, you best get over here and present yourself, then," said the surly gentleman, lifting up the book and patting his desk. So the slut sauntered forth and bent over the desk, spreading her legs and lifting her perfect bottom. The gentleman hooked his thumbs through her waistband and pulled down her skirt, gasping as the round orbs of her ass were revealed.

"What a disgusting girl you are," he exclaimed, his voice ripe with excitement; "you're not even wearing any panties!"

"Oh, quite, sir; I left them with your son after he fucked me like a dirty slut."

"Yes, that's what you are, aren't you," said the gentleman.

"Oh, yes, sir, I'm a dirty slut who deserves to be punished," said she.

"Say that again," said the gentleman, a slight tremble to his voice.

"I'm a dirty slut," started the girl, but was cut off by a loud smack to her bare bottom. She whimpered pitiably, and raised her hips, anticipating the next blow.

"Say it, and I'll stop," said the gentleman, giving her another hard rap with the palm of his hand.

And the girl tried again to repeat the sentence, and again she was interrupted, and so it went, her rump becoming redder and redder. One time she almost finished, but as she uttered the first syllable in "punished" he hit her again, and this time it wasn't his hand, but his belt that marred her buttocks. She hummed with delight at this sharper sting, and at the sound of his trousers slowly sliding down around his ankles.

"I'm a dirty slut who deserves-" SMACK!

"I'm a dirty s-" SMACK!

"Oooh, baby, I'm

so

dirty, you must-" SMACK!

And so it went, and as he tanned her hide, the gentleman noticed her sex becoming wetter and wetter, and his own manhood, as impressive as his son's and grandson's, was becoming harder and harder, and at last, none of them could take it any longer.

"I'm a dirty slut who deserves to be FUCKED!" screamed the girl, the sentence almost jumbling together into a single word in her excitement to say it, and instead of spanking her, the gent plunged his dick into the depths of her vagina, where it tensed up and started spurting massive jets of his hot load.

When at last he was spent and pulled out, the girl lifted herself from his desk and moved to pull up her skirts again, but the stern gentleman would have none of that.

"You will leave this here, so that everyone can see your mark of shame and know what a dirty slut you are," he said.

"Yes, sir," said she. "But I was hoping you might let me stay the night in your house?"

But he replied just like the others: "Oh, were it up to me I suppose I might allow it, but I'm not master of the house. You'd better go speak with my father; he's sitting on the bench in the parlour."

So the girl went into the parlour, where she found a man whose hair and beard where grey with age, sitting on a bench and smoking a pipe.

"Well, fuck me," said the old man as he saw the slut walk in, naked from the waist down. But this time, the slut was more reserved. He was, after all, old enough at least to be her grandpa!

"If it's all the same to you, I think I've had enough fucking for a while," she replied.

"Well, I'd never dream of taking advantage, young miss. Though I figure my son might've? If you like, I could soothe any pain he might've inflicted with some cooling balm."

The girl saw no reason to decline such a generous offer, and knelt down in front of the old man, raising her sore bottom for his inspection. His hands were gentle upon her posterior, the cold touch of his lotion welcoming, and the careful circular motion as his thumbs rubbed it in was really quite sensual. Besides, prostrated on the floor and facing away from him, it was quite easy to forget his greying hair, for his hands were firm and his voice was strong and kind.

"I hope you'll pardon me saying so, but I can't remember the last time I saw a butt quite as sexy as yours."

The slut was used to being complimented on her sexy body, but she never tired of hearing it, and smiled at his words, humming contentedly as the salve took away the pain of the spanking.

"Your round buttocks are so soft and plump and perfect, I daresay no man could resist jiggling them a little, if given the chance. Probably no woman, either! Oh, and your little bumhole, so tight and secretive; just the sight of it is making me stiff as a board!"

His hands roved further; he'd rubbed the lotion well into the glowing imprints on her bottom now, but aimed to get it generously between her crack, too, and finally dared to stick his thumb into her ass. She didn't protest at all, but rather moaned encouragingly.

"Truth be told, I've always had a fondness for buggering my lovers, and sending my little man exploring the darkest and most forbidden parts of their anatomy, though most of them couldn't handle it. You see, we're cursed in my family with abnormally large dicks, and it's just too much for most lasses."

"I could handle it," said the slut, proud as a peacock, her earlier exhaustion and reservations about his age completely forgotten.

"Oh, don't be so sure, miss," said he, "I really do have a massive cock."

"All the same, I can take it. I

want

it. Please, sheath your massive cock in my ass!"

The old man had no protests against that, and soon, the slut could feel the head of his manhood pressing against her back door, demanding entrance. She moaned and she groaned and he pressed and he pushed, and inch by inch he buried his sword in her hot asshole, until, to his great astonishment, her greedy ass had swallowed him whole.

"Oh, that feels divine," moaned the slut. "I daresay I've never felt so full! Now fuck my perfect ass, fuck me hard!"

He did as commanded and started moving inside her, drawing out and jackhammering back in, again and again. But while he did so, the slut noticed a figure standing in the doorway across the room, watching them, and this made her hornier than ever before.

"Mm, oh yes!" she screamed. "My ass was made to be your cock-sleeve, I love the feel of you inside me, oh, fuck yes, fuck! Fill me with your cum!"

And as the mysterious shape watched, they orgasmed together, she writhing upon the floor, he with his dick lodged deep inside her asshole, emptying his balls into her bowels.

When he was finally spent and pulled out, his huge load dripping out of her, she asked again if she might stay the night in his house.

"Oh, I wish I could say yes, but I'm afraid I'm not the master of the house. You'll have to go into the bedroom and speak with my father, he should be lying in his bed."

So she went into the bedroom, and the peeping shadow fled before her, leaping into bed just as she entered. She could see him clearly now, and he was even older than the previous man, with white hair and a wrinkled face. Still, he looked surprisingly spry, and she knew he'd been watching her, which did turn her on.

"Oh, fuck me," he whimpered as the slut approached his bed, and she knew exactly how to handle him.

"Yes, fuck you, you peeping tom," she said. "How dare you sneak on me! You better be ready to apologise!"

"Yes, mistress, I'm sorry, mistress! Please, mistress, let me make it up to you! I'll do anything, mistress!"

"Oh yes, you will. Take off your clothes!"

The old man yelped at the sudden order and scrambled to get naked. He didn't look too scrawny for someone his age, and though she knew what to expect after seeing the rest of his family, the slut was impressed by the vitality of his erection.

"Lay down on your back and keep still," was her next order, and he did so as she rolled down her stockings, slow and deliberately. His eyes were glued to the sight of her skin as inch by inch of her thigh and calf was revealed. Finally barefoot, she used her stockings to tie each of his ankles to the bedposts. Next, she took off her sweater, in which she gathered his hands and tied them to the headboard. Now wearing nothing but her bra and a semi-transparent top, the slut got into bed with the old peeper.

"Okay, pervert," she said, planting her knees on either side of his head. "Here's something real juicy to look at. Don't get too distracted, though - your mouth still has all that apologising to do."

And she lowered her cunt down over his face, and the pervert strained to meet her with his tongue long before she was within reach. He was exceptionally eager, especially considering the cream still leaking out of her ass and pussy.

"Oh, yes," moaned the slut, "I've been feeling ever so dirty. Make sure to wash everywhere. If you do well... perhaps I'll give you a reward."

The peep didn't need any encouragement; he was already licking her with a passion, his tongue darting between her folds and stroking across her lips. She hummed with delight as it penetrated her, pushing into her with frenzied determination. His hips bucked, his manhood mimicking the movement of his tongue, though all that surrounded it was empty air. Taking pity, the slut reached over and grabbed hold of it, working it with her hands. It was already hard, and within moments it was leaking pre-cum. The old man whimpered between her legs, but kept up his ministrations, and soon they were both perched at the precipice of orgasm.

"You better not cum before me, you horny pervert," growled the slut, and the old man, clearly desperate, latched onto her clit and sucked at it with such ferocity that her whole body went rigid. Her hands forgot completely what they were doing as her pussy contracted and a torrent of juices spilled over the old man's face, but that was enough for him: like a mad fountain his cock started spitting out cum all over her hands and his stomach.

Deeply satisfied, the slut stood up and had the man lick his own cum from her fingers. Then, she asked him, like all the previous men, if she might stay the night. But, just like them, he answered that he was not master of the house, and she'd better talk with his father - "He's lying in the cradle."

"In the cradle?!" repeated the slut, now quite alarmed, but there was indeed a cradle at the other end of the room, and leaving the peeping tom still bound to his bed ("So you won't be tempted to peek at any other sexy business,") she walked over to it and looked down. The oldest man she had ever seen looked back.

"Fuck me," the ancient fellow piped, his voice a thin squeak.

"Oh no," said the slut. "No! I'm done. I just want to stay the night! Is that really so much to ask?"

"Whaaat?" piped the man, who was clearly quite deaf and hadn't heard a word she'd said. He beckoned her, and she leaned over the cradle with an exasperated huff.

"Can I sleep here tonight?" she shouted at the withered old man.

"Tits," said he, and grabbed both of her large breasts in his hands. She was surprised, perhaps not so much by the action, for it was clear by now that the men of this house knew what they wanted and didn't have many scruples in taking it, but by the strength of his grip. He nearly pulled her into the cradle, and then his arms circled around her and deftly undid her bra, pulling it off her under her shirt. As soon as that was done his hands were back at her breasts, massaging her massive orbs and flicking her nipples.

"Fuck," he said again, and the slut had never heard the word uttered with such longing before.

"Fuck," she muttered to herself, a little exasperated. But her nipples were hardening fast, and despite her misgivings - and her recent orgasms - she was becoming increasingly aroused.

"Fuck tits?" said the old man. The slut gave him a dubious look. She was no stranger to paizuri, naturally, but to wrap her perfect orbs around the member of such a withered husk of a man...

But while she deliberated, he kept playing with her tits, squeezing her nipples more and more insistently. Somehow, he'd shrugged off his covers, too, and he was utterly stark naked underneath, with a simply ridiculously large dick pointing straight at her.

"Well... just this once," the slut muttered to herself, and she leaned over the cradle and wrapped that enticing length within her soft boob-flesh. The old man looked like he had died and gone to heaven as she started rubbing up and down, moving him from tip to base within her cleavage, and when she managed to kiss his tip as well, she worried for a moment that she would give him a heart attack. But he survived, and within moments he was cumming like a geyser, covering her boobs and face with his spunk.

"Who would have thought that someone so little could produce so much?" muttered the slut, but she couldn't help but grin. Being drenched in cum always made her feel particularly sexy.

"Now,

please

, may I stay the night?" she shouted at the little man, but to her horrified surprise he replied that he was not the man of the house, and she would have to speak with his father.

"Your father?!" cried the slut. "He can't possibly be alive!"

"Oh, yes," piped the old fellow; "he hangs in the horn on the wall in yonder room."

"In the horn on the wall...?!" echoed the slut, her eyes going as wide as saucers, and she felt certain that the old fucker was fucking with her. But she went into the next room, and sure enough, there was a horn hanging on the wall, from which peeked something so hairy she thought at first it must be an animal, but no: it was the longest beard she had ever seen, and it was connected to such a tiny little thing of a man that he looked most of all like a doll.

"Oh, fuck me," said the slut, thinking she might as well give up on this whole adventure and sleep outside in the snow.

"Oh, I would love to," piped the old man from up on the wall, "but as you can see, I am... heh... a little past my prime. But perhaps there is something else I can do for you, my child?"

The slut stared at him in shock for a moment. Had she heard him right? Wasn't he going to demand she fuck him in some way?

"Are... are you the father of the family?" she asked, doubtfully.

"Oh, yes. Me and none other," said the old man proudly.

"Then... can I stay the night here, sir?"

"Of course, my child!" said the tiny thing, grinning with every visible part of his face. "You can have my bed, and you can eat my food, and be welcome for as long as you like."

As he said the words, the slut noticed that the room she was in did indeed have a large, luxurious four-poster, and a table at the far end was decked for a feast. The sight almost brought tears to her eyes, and she sat down at once to eat her fill, and it was the most delicious meal she could ever remember eating. The old man on the wall chatted with her as she stuffed herself, and she found him to be surprisingly quick-witted and intelligent company, funny and, unsurprisingly, more than a little naughty.

"Oh, it's so good to see a young lass with a healthy appetite," said the man as she finished eating. "I suppose you'll want to sleep, now, unless..."

"Unless what?" asked the slut, her curiosity piqued.