The Royal Tenenbums

Royal Tenenbum bought the house on Archer Avenue in the winter of his 35th year. Over the next decade, he and his wife had three children, and then they separated.

This is the story of their copulations.

Richie Tenenbum

Royal and Etheline were playing bridge in their bridge room.

"I don't know why you play this with me," said Etheline.

Royal laughed. "Well I . . ." He didn't finish his thought.

"You what?" Etheline smirked.

"Let's just play the game." Royal smiled confidently.

Etheline placed her cards face down on the table.

"The game's over?" Royal asked.

"I'm going to the ladies room," she replied.

"I'll walk you there."

"If you wish."

Royal walked her there, and fucked her there. It was a quick fuck. Neither Royal nor Etheline removed a single article of clothing. She was wetter than he could ever remember her being; wet like the Gobi desert on opposite day. He prodded and prodded at her vagina, with his man meat. She rubbed her clit while she held her panties to the side. His man meat was purple; royal purple. And so hard, not even Max Fischer himself would be able to solve it in a daydream.

After fifteen seconds, Royal ejaculated inside her. One second later, Etheline came. Nine months later, a tennis star would be born.

Chas Tenenbum

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," the lady in the pornography VHS tape exclaimed.

Royal Tenenbum was sitting on the floor, stroking his member and staring intently at the Zenith television set. Etheline was not to be home for another few hours.

"Royal?" Etheline opened the door.

"Etheline!" Royal exclaimed, as he ejaculated high into the sky. His cum formation whizzed over the television and landed square on Etheline's dress, right at her F.U.P.A. (Fat Upper-Pussy Area).

"Royal," she sighed angrily. She batted at the stain with her hand, but it was too late. the cummage had seeped into her cunt and was already making Ben Stiller.

Margot Tenenbum

Adopted.