Date: Fri, 24 Mar 2017 20:38:29 +0000 (UTC) From: Julian Otero Subject: I Pressed Two Fingers Please make a contribution to nifty so this great archive may continue. Donate: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html I Pressed Two Fingers Brad, 11 years old Jenifer, 9 years old Father, 34 years old Beth, Mother 33 years old Laurel, friend of Jenifer 10 years old I will appreciate your comments and will reply.. Julian ba9ba9goodman@yahoo.com I pressed two fingers against his butt crack making sure to cover his sweet little anus. His arms were around me, head at my shoulder, his soft lips barely touching my neck. Occupied with her notepad, his mother, in the room too, glanced at us and smiled. She knew where this might wind up. I was watching the game with the sound turned way down. Of course my cock was hard and he felt it, as I could feel his, my son, Brad, 11 years old. Several times I withdrew my fingers and brought them up to my nose. My son and wife both know quite well how the moist earthly air of that spot excites me. Excites him, too: each time I did that he pressed in close for a sniff of his own. Perhaps, if I get aroused enough, I'll force my tongue up into his pink asshole giving him the special sensation of which he never, never tired. I'm not bragging just because he's my son, but along with his cute face his small yet firm round ass was his primary asset. Any petite teenage girl would be proud to display those eye-catching butt cheeks arching out his snug jeans. More than once I noticed middle aged men scoping that part of him. Well, why not? The more I live the more I feel boy lovers are increasing everywhere, populating the planet like weeds. We are an upper middle class family so keeping our ourselves well coddled was easy. Brad had an endless supply of fresh clothes, unlike me at his age. Unlike me he never had the opportunity to play in dirty cellars or muddy vacant lots, run with friends along sooty railroad tracks, or finger his friends' butt. Maybe that's why I was always sniffing his ass, to recall those days. Brad was clean between his legs with just the right mix of soap and funk aroma. Enticing rather than repulsive. On the other hand he had lots more privacy than me at that age, as well as the privilege of rank for being first born. His sister, Jenifer, was nine and just as desirable. We continued to watch the game but I was slowly loosing interest--Baltimore that evening was down by seven--while my interest in fucking with my son grew as my attention to the game fell off. His sister was across the street with a friend. I'd have him all to myself unless my wife Beth was horny. His mother turned the note pad so I could see one of our favorite images: a boy of about nine being fucked with the sizable cock on a teen about seventeen.The room grew warmer. "Are you in the mood, Honey?" I whispered. "See, look at what your mother's showing us." He glanced over, then murmured "Rub my butt more." I continued running my finger tips lightly along its curves, then into the crevice: my diligent attention to that part brought forth sing-song sensual sounds from his soft lips.To hear these expressions of pleasure from him was almost as gratifying to my libido as a suck job from those lips. His pleasure was just as important to me as my own. We stayed that way for quite some time allowing the erotic mood to build naturally, no rush. That's what I liked about him. He took his time. As young as he was he didn't rush sex. He taught me to "go slow, daddy." He liked to go step-by-step, giving as much pleasure as he got. Some time in the seventh inning Brad turned his face to me, large brown eyes distant,inward,recalling, I believe, past times together like this. Such good times they were! First time: me on my back, his slim smooth legs splayed over my face, my tongue tickling his balls. "Oh... daddy! I like this..." "Me too, honey. We...mommy and me, we love you. This is one way we show it. I hope someday, when you have your own little boy or girl, you'll do the same." Just the thought of my little son fucking his own children warmed my heart and confirmed the rightness of our own practice. "And Brad...I'm glad you and your sister have started playing with each other, too. Love is the best thing son, family love the very best." "I like kissing her pussy... It smells like cinnamon..." "That's the soap I bought," said his mother, "doesn't it smell good!" "Pussy smells good too!" Age eleven, and already our son is into cunnilingus! He put his head down on my shoulder again, his lips against my neck, each warm breath heavier now, caressing me with gentle sensuality. My balls drew up tight as they always did when a call to action was received. "Lick my neck, Honey...lick while I play with your ass." When finally the anal play reached a certain point I switched off the game. Together we slipped off his cotton pajama bottoms. By taking gentle hold of my erection though my gym shorts he made clear what he wanted. His pretty body, 55 pounds slim, now draped along mine to better do with his finger that marvelous thing his mother taught: make tight little circles behind the head of my penis where all the greatest sensations of feeling gathered. I knew he would soon do the same with his tongue. Glad we had involved our children in the joy of sex when they were quite young as we had always planned, and Brad was a most eager learner. I had not the slightest doubt in a few years he would be much sought by girls and maybe boys for his well trained mouth. But for now he was ours alone, our boy lover to me, his sister and his mother. "Get down" I purred. "Suck me, son, my dick needs your little mouth. Make me cum." "Daddy's dick is so much fun to play with, right Honey?" It wasn't really a question, rather a statement. Our boy showed his agreement with his mouth. One time I found a small note pad in his room with pencil drawings of penises, hard, soft, adult sized and boy sized. My wife shut the lights. Just the orange glow of a candle spread the right mood for what was to come. Finding those drawings led me to snoop again later though I knew I shouldn't. There were more of a kid about his age on his knees sucking a man that could be me. There were others. Beth discreetly arranged the camera. We have our own collection of family pornography to enjoy and frequently add to it. We must be a very visual family. Brad slipped off my shorts, going to his knees between legs opened wider the better to receive him. >From the look on her face I knew what Beth was thinking at that moment. She, in the same position between my legs, both of us seventeen, my dick pressing the back of her throat. She could make me cum so quickly! We were ordinary horny teens. We fucked as often as we could. We learned about other things and experimented with oral and anal and what we saw on the web. We tried what we liked. But each thing we tried bonded us closer. Gradually, like a lotus flower unfolding, we revealed our most secret desires to each other. Then when our marriage approached, how to raise children became more real. After many discussions our agreement was we would introduce our children to sex early and often. This didn't spring from any perverted feeling we had; rather a firm conviction of the beauty of life and our love, of which sex was part, and our children also part. Incest had always held and attraction for us both and we would explore it. So it was when Brad and Jen were just toddlers we spent many hours at home naked, allowed them to touch our genitals and play with theirs as they wished, allowed them to see images of sex, answered their questions, and so on. They watched us make love. As their knowledge and understanding grew over time they followed by imitation. They used their lips and tongue on each other, and on us. By the time they were five and six, sex play was a well established part of our family life. Brad loved to lick on the head of my cock while his sister watched and copied him. They had no hesitation tasting my cum and sharing it with their mother. When our son and daughter saw their mommy masturbate, each was given a tit to suck while my fingers stimulated one or another little asshole. So, in these ways, as the days passed, we four grew in sex and love. My son, now 11 years old, replaced his finger with his tongue, using his teeth to nibble the underside of my cock head. I held his beautiful face in my hands, closed my eyes and gave in to the growing pleasure. "Please baby...go slow." No matter how many times we did this I never lost the intensity of our father-son contact. "Don't you want to cum on me...in my mouth...or on mommy?" Beth took a few pictures then came near. She worked a finger into his asshole. "How warm your are honey!" She made that remark each time her finger went in his ass as though the hotness there always surprised her. Behind my closed eyelids I could picture how that finger was lodged, could feel it too as if my own finger penetrated his boy pussy. Would I, would we, ever tire of this? My wife had told me several times she envied my cock and wished she had one to put in me or Brad's tender ass. "When I see him naked sometimes my clit swells...makes me..." She could be as transgressive as me. Like all little ones Brad loved to cuddle. That's how we got started with him. On the couch watching television one cold night he was curled up against his mother. This is when he's four years old. We were absorbed in the movie yet on the side of my vision I saw some small movement of Beth's hand. When I glanced there her finger tips were between the legs of his jammies, slowly making small circles. Little Brady, sucking on his thumb, stared at the screen, undistracted. Later Beth told me his cock was hard. Those television nights continued and sometimes she gave her bare breast to his sucking mouth. I always got hard watching. When he cuddled with me he would take my hand and put it between his legs if I hadn't already done so. This went on for weeks until one night, in my thin sweat pants, I placed his hand in my groin and softly pressed. We were watching a nature film which had scenes of small fury animals fucking. We often allowed our little son watch us fuck, including the oral and anal acts we enjoyed. When Beth got pregnant with his sister he understood exactly how that happened. Now at 11 years old, having watched his mother and listened to her advice, my son sucked my cock with precocious experience. I so much wanted to fuck him now that he was half grown: at his pubs wisps of hair had begun to show, his legs were longer, his upper body filling out some. His nipples, Beth noticed, were darkening, his balls fuller, ready, we felt, to soon ejaculate sweet sperm. She wanted to be first to taste that event. Me, I wanted to be the first to take his virgin boy pussy, wanted my cock to give him his first fuck sensations. He promised me I would, but you never know with kids. He had a couple of friends who looked ready to jump on that tempting rear end. These thoughts and others swirled through my mind as his warm tongue worked its incredible magic. My orgasm started to gather at the base. It didn't take long.Should I warn him? He didn't seem to care one way or the other. Gently he raised my balls, gathered them both in his warm palms. They were sticky to the touch with a ripe odor, the scent of sex. One erect finger examined my asshole. Gentle pressure, little squeaks and grunts of satisfaction, a big smile his clear and shinning eyes sparkling into mine gave my libido the final kick. In a chorus of groans and grunts and moans I released three long spurts in my son's mouth. Before he could even think of swallowing I grabbed his head and sucked some cum from his mouth. Beth was at my lips in a flash to taste what I'd just given him. I sprawled out along the couch and invited Brad to lay his pubescent body along mine. His mother showered her son's hard cock with kisses. In no time at all he reached another sperm-free orgasm, thrusting forward into her mouth, shuddering, simpering puppy-like, held lovingly in my caressing arms until his shaking subsided. I thought it was one of our best fucks. We had no sooner finished when I heard Jenifer, our daughter, enter the house. Someone was with her. She swept into the room a moment later with some exciting news. Her feet apart, hands on her hips, her face beaming with pride, she announced: "Me and Laurel licked each other's pussies!" Then Laurel appeared behind her. -0- I will appreciate your comments and will reply. Julian ba9ba9goodman@yahoo.com Please make a contribution to nifty so this great archive may continue. Donate: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html