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Dinner began rather subdued as the two girls were alone with their thoughts and the three males focused on eating their food, obviously hungry. But as the meal went on and they began to fill up, the mood brightened. Brad kept surreptitiously sliding his hand up Melissa's plump, smooth thigh and worming his fingers into her freshly-shaved pussy, which made the twelve-year-old redhead giggle at first and then begin to softly moan, her breathing thickening. Across the table, Keith began to emulate Brad and fondle Stephanie's nubile slit. Soon the slender brunette was squirming and panting in her seat as well.
Finally, John said mildly, "As entertaining dinner music as I find sexually excited young girls, if you guys keep that up we're just going to end up all screwing right here at the table. Now, normally I wouldn't object to that except that it seemed like earlier you all had your hearts set on letting Melissa experience triple penetration like Stephanie did. So... unless you've all changed your mind – which is fine – I do suggest you all cool it a bit longer and let's all finish our dinner without the extra entertainment, hmm?"
Both Brad and Keith guiltily withdrew their fingers from their respective partners' crotches, though Brad made a great show of licking his fingers clean, which made Melissa laugh out loud despite John's mock approbation. Through the rest of the meal, which everyone diligently tucked into, the anticipation of yet another round of crazy, incestuous sex had everyone's eyes gleaming.
But as the meal was ending, Stephanie asked, "So, Dad, was there anything else that Mom couldn't do? Sexually, I mean? If you don't mind talking about her, I mean," she added with a slight frown.
Her father regarded Stephanie thoughtfully for a moment. "I don't mind talking about her if you don't," he answered softly, "And by that, I mean both of you," he clarified with a meaningful glance at Brad. "It's one thing to know intellectually that your mother was a sexual human being and quite another to delve into all the gory details. Are you both sure you want to hear this?"
Stephanie glanced at her brother who just shrugged and said, "I'm cool with it if you are, Steph. I actually think it's kind of interesting. I mean, we had no idea about any of this when we were younger."
His sister nodded and gave him a warm smile before turning back to their father, "Yeah, Dad, we're both okay with it. And I'm interested, too. As long as you keep remembering that I'm me and not her," she added with narrowed eyes.
Her father laughed drily. "Yeah, I got that message loud and clear. So," he paused, taking a deep breath, "To answer your question, it's not so much anything else she couldn't do – deep-throating was the only thing she really wanted to do but simply wasn't able to. But there were definitely some things she just wasn't into."
"Really?" Stephanie perked up with interest, "Like what?"
"Well, she thought sex should be fun and friendly – as do I," he added with a raised eyebrow, "So she really wasn't into any sort of power games. You know, bondage, domination, causing or giving pain, or anything demeaning. There were a couple of times during swinger parties we had a guy who was really into talking down to the women while he was fucking them, like, um, calling them `Bitch' or `Slut' or `Dirty Whore'. She didn't make a big deal about it at the time, but those kind of guys were never invited back."
"Most other things she was at least willing to try once, though she also believed that sex should be between consenting people, so – not that anyone actually ever seriously suggested it – she would have completely refused over-the-top kinkiness like sex with animals or with dead bodies."
"Eewwww!" both Stephanie and Melissa cried at once, and even Brad and Keith looked a little queasy. "You mean people actually do that?"
"Kids," he answered seriously, "Sex has been around for as long as people have so if people can imagine it, people have tried it, and odds are that there are going to be some people who like it, whatever it might be. But you did ask," he pointed out.
"Actually, I'm kind of glad to know that Mom wasn't into things like that," Brad offered.
"Yeah, me, too," his sister agreed. "So there were other things that she tried but just didn't like?" she pressed her father.
"Oh, of course," he nodded with a far-away look in his eyes as he reminisced. "We had one couple in our group for a while that was really into rubber."
"What? Like condoms?" Keith blurted.
"No, no, like latex rubber costumes," John explained. "Apparently the feel of it really turned them on and made them feel sexy. Well, they persuaded K- uh, your mom, to try wearing one once. She tried it, but said afterwards it just made her feel uncomfortably sweaty and actually kept her from feeling other people's skin and their touch on her skin. So no, she never tried that again. She would very occasionally allow someone to fist her," he continued, shooting a slightly guilty look at Melissa, who just raised her eyebrows silently, "But not very often. Usually when it happened would be at the very end of an especially wild and hot orgy when she was half out of her mind with lust and excitement. But she always whined about it the next day," he chuckled to himself, "And swore she was never going to do that again – until the next time when she did," he grinned at the memory.
"Did she ever...I mean, was she into pee, like I am?" Melissa wanted to know, feeling her face redden as she asked.
"Strangely enough, it never came up," John mused. "I guess we and the others we used to party with weren't quite as adventurous as we liked to think we were. I actually think she would have been fascinated by it, at least with you, Melissa," he told her with an intent gaze.
"Why?" Melissa asked, absorbed despite never having known the woman.
"Mostly because it turns you on so much," the older man answered with a wistful smile. "What she loved about sex, more than anything else, was learning what turned her partners on and making them happy. That, more than anything else, is what I miss most about her," he continued poignantly before smiling, "But it's also what I'm so proud and delighted to find about all of you – if nothing else, you seem to have that same interest and joy in making the people you care about happy. So!" he said abruptly, "That's probably enough talk for now. Since we all know that what Melissa needs to turn her on and make her happy is getting stuffed full of three hard cocks at once, what to you say we get to it?"
The two boys nearly knocked their chairs over in their eagerness to jump to their feet and Melissa wasn't far behind. Only Stephanie rose more slowly with a casual look on her face that conveyed the notion that taking three pricks inside her was now old hat. Melissa gave her a look with raised eyebrows to be sure her friend and lover was going to be okay with the plan, but Stephanie simply smiled and said, "Go, girl. I can't wait to see what you look like when you come that way."
Melissa grinned gratefully and impulsively wrapped her arms around Stephanie, drawing her into a passionate kiss. "I love you so much, you know?" she whispered.
"I do know," Stephanie answered with a smile. "Now c'mon. Let's see what you can do!" and proceeded to push a laughing Melissa up the stairs before her, impudently kneading the redhead's ample, fleshy butt cheeks on the stairs and making Melissa chortle.
"So," Stephanie asked her when they reached the top of the stairs, "Have you decided who you're going to have where?"
"Actually, I have," Melissa answered, "But I'll wait to tell everyone all at once."
"Hmmphh!" her friend muttered with feigned affronted dignity, "Shows where I rate."
"First, lover," Melissa stopped in the hall and turned to face her slender lover, "Always first."
"Well, don't forget that," Stephanie sniffed but she seemed placated.
"Hey, are you coming or not?" the girls heard Keith's voice calling from the master bedroom.
"Hmm, tempting, but no, not yet," Stephanie shot back without missing a beat which broke Melissa up.
"Here we are!" Melissa announced dramatically as they entered John's bedroom and then stopped, taking in the sight that awaited them. Clearly all three of the males were every bit as eager as Melissa was for all three lay on their backs stroking raging hard-ons that glistened with the lubricating oil they had liberally applied to their manhoods. A fleeting thought wondering whether they had limited themselves to touching their own cocks crossed Melissa's mind before she asked with a challenging jut to her chin, "Starting without me?"
"Just getting ready, sexy girl," John grinned. "I don't think any of us wanted to waste any time."
"Well, okay, since neither do I," Melissa admitted sheepishly.
"So tell us," Stephanie prompted, "Who gets to go where?"
"Well, since you asked so nicely," Melissa began with a pointed glance at her black-haired friend, "Keith, I would love to have you in my pussy if you would be so kind," she said to her brother.
"Sounds good to me!" Keith grinned.
"And Brad, I want to keep practicing getting all of you down my throat, so I'm sorry but I need to ask you to wipe all that oil back off. I just want to taste you, lover," she instructed. Brad shrugged amiably and reached across the bed for a towel that someone – probably John – had thoughtfully laid out and began to wipe down his stiff prick.
Melissa gave Stephanie a sidelong glance and was not disappointed to see her friend's eyes growing wide with astonishment. "Oh. My. God!" Stephanie breathed. "You're actually going to take Monstro in your ass? Are you sure?" Even John's eyebrows were raised in surprise but his eyes glittered with arousal.
"Sure, why not?" Melissa asked with a casualness she didn't feel. Her heart was pounding in her chest now that she'd actually given voice to her brazen plan, but whether from fear or excitement even she couldn't say. "Since he was helpful enough to get my ass totally stretched out earlier, it seems a shame to let all his hard work go to waste, don't you think?"
"Right. Right. Of course not," Stephanie drawled. "And look at the way Dad's cock is already twitching. I think he really likes the idea, too."
"Yes, yes he does," John admitted without a trace of embarrassment. "Okay, now that that's sorted out, what position do you want us to be in?"
"Keith, on your back, please," Melissa instructed gaily and then flashed him a wicked smile before continuing, "And Brad, you straddle Keith's face so I can reach your cock easily."
"Uh, okay," Brad said with some trepidation. He glanced at Keith. "You don't mind?"
"Not a bit," Keith assured him with a look that was so full of obvious lust – to Melissa, anyway, that she had to bite her lip to keep from laughing out loud. "What the lady wants, the lady gets," Keith added to Brad, who rather gingerly hoisted his body over Keith's blond head and knelt there with his knees on either side.
"Okay, that looks great," Melissa encouraged the two boys. "Here, let me get you inside my cunt, Keith," and she put words into actions by bestriding his hips, grasping his slippery prick with one hand and guiding it into her pussy hole, lowering herself onto her brother with a deep, satisfied sigh. "Ohhh! God! That feels so good! Okay, Stephanie, my love, will you please get my butt all nice and juicy for your Dad?"
"I'd love to, girlfriend," Stephanie grinned, clearly pleased to be of some use. "Only, do you want me to lick you or use the oil?"
"Uh, yes?" Melissa flashed a mischievous grin at Stephanie. "And you might want to keep stroking your dad's prick while you're doing that. Wouldn't want him to feel neglected," she laughed, batting her eyes at John with exaggerated effect which made him snort with amusement. But he willingly scooted over close so his daughter could readily wrap her fingers around his immense member and slide her hand up and down the oil-slickened flesh.
"Ohhhh! Fuck! That feels incredible!" Melissa moaned the instant she felt Stephanie's tongue push all the way into her loosened anus.
"Damn!" Stephanie swore, pulling her head back from her obscene ministrations momentarily, "You weren't kidding about you still being all stretched out! I could completely bury my tongue in you!"
"I know," Melissa panted, already getting highly aroused by the feel of her brother's rock-hard, slippery cock slowly plunging up and down inside her quim-drenched vagina. "I could feel it. Totally amazing!"
For a few more moments, Stephanie continued licking all around and deeply into Melissa's asshole before finally breaking off to reach for the tube of lubricant. "Okay, Mel," she cautioned as she squirted a hefty gob of the clear goo onto her fingers, "Here come my fingers."
"I'm ready," Melissa moaned in a hoarse voice. "God, I think I may come just from Keith fucking me even before the other guys start."
"I think that's allowed," John commented from beside her. "I don't recall any of us setting any limits on how often you can come."
"Ohhhh! Fuck! Hunnghhh! Good thing, too, `cause I'm really- hoh! Really close! Haaaaaghhhhh!" she suddenly yelled throatily as she felt several of Stephanie's fingers thrust deeply into her bowels without warning. "Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! I'm- oh, God! Steph! You're making me- hunnghhhh! Hunnghhh! Hunngghhh! Oh, shit! Do it! Fuck my ass, Steph! Hard! Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God! Here I go! I'm- I'm- I'm coming! I- aaaaagghhhhhhh!" she shrieked as the climax slammed into her, making her fleshy body jiggle and writhe spasmodically. "Ohhhhhh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Steph! God! No more! Fuck! I- whooooo!" she exhaled loudly as she felt Stephanie's fingers suddenly withdraw from her asshole completely.
"Okay, Dad, I think she's ready for you," Stephanie advised her father sweetly.
"I'd say so," he agreed dryly as he levered himself up onto his knees and took his position behind Melissa's gaping anus.
"Fuck! That was intense!" Melissa muttered between heaving gasps as she attempted to recover her breath. "How many fingers did you have in me, Steph?" she asked.
"Basically my whole hand except my thumb," Stephanie grinned. "The way you were going, I was pretty sure I could have completely fisted you, but then I figured that might make you come so hard you'd black out the way you do. And then where would we all be?" she asked with a droll expression.
"Yeah," Melissa panted, "Good plan. Only I'm not the only one here who passes out when they come," she said with a pointed glance back at Stephanie.
"Didn't say you were, love," Stephanie answered in a mild tone but with a saucy grin on her face.
"You ready for the main event to begin, sexy lover?" John asked as he pressed the tip of his gigantic cock up against her gaping anus.
"I am so ready, John. I- ohhhhh! Haaggghhhh! Fuck!" she shrieked as she felt the entire length of John's prodigiously long and thick shaft plunge all the way up her colon. "Ohhhh! God! Oh! God! Oh, God! You didn't- hoh! Fuck! You didn't even wait!" she gasped.
"Well, I would have gone slow and gentle," John answered with a bemused tone, "But you were already so loose that once it started going in, it just kept going. Are you alright!"
"Ohhhh! Fuck yes! I am so alright! This is- shit! I can't even describe it! I was just surprised, is all. But it's perfect!" Melissa moaned, her voice hoarse with intense arousal. "This is the best fuck of my life! Come here, Brad! I want all of you in me, too!" and she leaned forward and almost savagely seized her eighth-grade boyfriend's tumescent prick and pulled it past her parted lips, greedily sucking and licking it and pulling more and more of it deeply inside.
Brad gave a low groan of profound pleasure as he felt the plump redhead swallow determinedly and pull his cock all the way down her throat, his pubic hairs and base of his cock pressed firmly against her lips. Then she released him and he slid out of her mouth again as Melissa gasped and panted, recovering her breath.
"Are you okay?" Brad asked, a tinge of concern in his voice. "You don't have to do that if you don't-"
"Shut up, Brad," Melissa grunted without rancor. "I love you all the way in me – I just need to breathe sometimes." And with that she pulled Brad's prick back into her mouth, swallowing it with growing confidence, and holding it deep in her throat for as long as she could before relinquishing it long enough to draw a few desperate, heaving breaths, only to resume the process.
For several more minutes, Melissa kept on swallowing Brad's cock for as long as she could while both Keith and John continued to plunge their cocks in and out of her cunt and ass, falling into a rhythm where they would both be thrusting into her at the same time for a period, only to alternate with one withdrawing as the other buried himself inside her, a motion that quickly began to drive Melissa crazy with lust.
"Ohh, fuck, you guys!" Melissa panted heavily during one of her breaks from sucking Brad's cock, "I can't believe what you are doing to me! Hoh! Fuck! God! This is- hunngghhh! Better than any of my- hoh! My fantasies! Oh, shit! Damn! You're gonna- oh, God! You're gonna' make me come- haagghh! Come again! Hoh! Hoh! Hoh! Shit! I'm- fuck! I'm coming! I'm- haiiieeee!" her voice trailed off into a squeal as the orgasm wracked her twelve-year-old body and made her shudder with exquisite pleasure. Hot jolts of erotic thrills shot through her as her body writhed and arched involuntarily in response.
Suddenly on impulse, Melissa seized Brad by the hips with both hands and drove her mouth down onto his rigid dick, plunging it as deeply down her throat as she could while the last orgasmic spasms coursed through her, reveling in the sensation of being so incredibly and completely filled up as she came.
As her climax subsided and Melissa pulled her head back to free her throat from Brad's cock to catch her breath she heard Brad say apologetically, "Sorry, Keith. Your sister pulled on me and I couldn't help it."
"What? What did I do?" Melissa panted.
"I, uh, well, I kind of had to put my butt right down on your brother's face," Brad answered.
"Hey, no problem, it's cool, bro," they heard Keith respond, his voice considerably muffled. "I'm comfortable, so you can just relax and sit down on me; I don't mind."
"Really??!" Brad blurted, incredulous.
"Really," Keith confirmed from his position between Brad's legs. "Go for it, dude."
"Uh, okay, if you're sure," Brad answered, sounding dubious, but Melissa could feel his body relax and lower himself firmly atop Keith's face.
Melissa felt a secret thrill as she had hoped something like this might happen when she had positioned the two boys that way. She knew Keith must be in complete heaven right now, which, considering the heaven she herself was in, she was overjoyed to share. As she wondered what else might ensue, she eagerly grabbed Brad's cock once more and resumed her regular deep-throating of him interspersed with breaks to catch her breath.
"How you doing there, missy?" she heard John ask from behind her during one of her breathing interludes.
"I am so fucking great I can't believe it!" she responded hoarsely between heavy gasps. "Thank you all so much! This is the best fuck of my life! I can't believe how deep you get inside my ass!"
"Well, I'm all the way into you, so I'm glad it still feels good," the older man chuckled tightly, grunting with the effort. "And it feels pretty fucking good to me, too."
"I'm glad," Melissa agreed, "I- whoa! Damn, Steph! You always know exactly what I need!" she exclaimed as she felt her slim girlfriend's fingers begin to fondle and tweak her nipples. "You know you're going to totally make me lose my mind if you- hoh! Oh, fuck! If you keep that up!"
"That's the idea, lover," Stephanie cooed, her voice thick with arousal. "And yes, I do know what turns you on, so hang on, `cause it's gonna' get crazy now," she warned everyone in a loud voice.
With that, Stephanie began to tweak and pinch Melissa's completely hard nipples in earnest, to which the plump redhead could only moan piteously as her mouth and throat were once more filled with Brad's cock.
Brad suddenly blurted, "Dude! Are you licking my butthole?"
Melissa was so far gone into her sexual haze that it took her a couple of beats to comprehend what Brad had just said, but then she almost held her breath, scarcely daring to hope about what might happen next.
To her astonishment, she heard Keith answer in a completely casual tone as if it were the most normal thing in the world, "Yep, I sure am. If you don't mind, I've got an idea I think you might like."
"Uh, really?" Brad asked wonderingly. "Well, um, okay, I guess..."
Melissa was inwardly delighted. Brad actually hadn't refused her brother's advances. She resumed sucking her eighth-grade boyfriend's cock as ardently as she could, determined to get him so turned on he wouldn't even think about whatever her brother was doing to Brad's ass.
By this time John and Keith were once more alternating their thrusts, taking turns plunging into her slick, gaping orifices in the motion that she found almost unbearably intense and she realized that she was slowly working herself up to what was probably going to be a completely overwhelming climax. Stephanie seemed to sense this as well because she increased the pressure of her fingers on Melissa's nipples fiercely, sometimes even digging her nails into the sides of the turgid protuberances, making Melissa cry out in ecstasy.
But just as she was feeling like the orgasm that had been lurking deep within her cunt was about to explode, she felt one of Stephanie's hands leave her breast and the lustful blaze inside her banked momentarily. Then she heard Stephanie call out, "Dad! Pinch her other tit for me, okay? Hard! She likes it really rough when she gets like this. I need to do something."
Melissa barely had time to wonder what Stephanie was up to when she felt John's thick, strong fingers grip her free nipple and squeeze it – hard! The seventh-grade redhead felt like an explosive had gone off in her brain and she began to writhe in helpless anticipation of the climax that was already starting to claw its way out of her cunt and into her entire body. Both John and Keith were thrusting their cocks into her as fast and furiously as they could by now and Melissa was soaring up, up, and up in a spiral of erotic agony and bliss, feeling like her young body couldn't possibly contain the massive orgasm beginning to roil over her. She desperately pulled Brad's cock into her mouth, hungry to feel completely filled as she came.
And then she felt Stephanie's hand over her face and realized that warm liquid was running down her cheeks. As the drops reached her lips, she could taste and smell the pungent flavor and aroma of piss and understood that Stephanie must have peed into her own hand and was splashing it onto her face.
This was more than she could bear. The sheer, obscene kinkiness of being washed in piss as her four lovers fucked and pleasured her body brought the lurking climax surging up and roaring through her. Because her throat was still filled with Brad's cock, she could only grunt as one lightning bolt after another shot through her as her body jerked and shuddered uncontrollably. She could feel Stephanie's hand pouring more of her piss onto her face and over her head and could only close her eyes and luxuriate in the erotic sensation.
And then, through her own orgasmic frenzy, she could feel the cocks of all three men start to jerk rhythmically and knew that they were emptying their thick, creamy jism into every hole at the same time. Melissa could only focus on one thing, and barely that, so she just swallowed and swallowed as Brad kept pumping one huge load of thick semen down her gullet after another, pulling his crotch into her face so tightly that she could feel her eight-grade boyfriend's balls twitching in time with his spurts down her throat as they pressed against her chin.
And then she felt Stephanie and John each give a final, vicious twist of her tortured nipples, and she heard the familiar roaring in her ears as she started to lose consciousness, vaguely aware that her bladder had emptied all over her brother before she knew nothing at all.
When Melissa's eyelids finally fluttered open again, she struggled against a feeling of complete disorientation and it was several long moments before she remembered where she was and what had happened. The next thing she was aware of was that a thick, strong tongue was busily lapping up and down the entire length of her ass and cunt slit. She sighed with pleasure as she became conscious enough to appreciate the sensation, and then heard Brad from somewhere near her head ask softly, "Hey, my love...are you okay?"
Melissa realized that the other sensation she was feeling was of her preternaturally large breasts being gently kneaded and caressed, and focused her eyes enough to see that Brad was sitting behind her and cradling her head in his lap while he languidly toyed with her tits. "Uh, hi there. Yeah, I'm fine. God! Am I ever fine!" she exclaimed as she fully recalled all that she had just experienced. "How, uh, how long have I been out?" she asked quietly. She heard soft groans beside her and glanced over to see Stephanie and her brother Keith slowly fucking on the bed beside her, Keith on top and steadily sliding in and out of the black-haired girl's pussy while she urged him on with her heels, her legs wrapped tightly around him.
"You've just had a nice little nap for ten minutes or so," Brad assured her. "Dad called dibs on licking your, uh, your cunt and ass clean, so I thought I'd just hold you here until you woke up again."
Melissa smiled at Brad adoringly, rather touched. "Thanks, my love. That's really sweet. Although," she couldn't help adding impishly, "It also seemed like you were taking the chance to feel up my tits, too."
Brad shrugged unrepentantly. "I love your tits, Mel. I love everything about you, but I especially love your tits, and I'm never, ever going to pass up a chance to touch them."
"I'm really glad, love," Melissa responded with feeling. "I don't ever want you to stop touching them, either. Only..."
"What?" Brad asked, a note of sudden alarm in his voice. "You want me to stop now?"
"No! No, not at all," Melissa assured him a little breathlessly. "Kind of the opposite. I mean, now that I'm awake, your dad's tongue is really starting to do a number on me. So keep touching my tits, only you don't have to be so gentle, if you know what I mean." Melissa could feel warmth rush to her cheeks at her wanton admission of desire but she didn't care. She'd just finished the most incredible sex of her life and now two of the three men she loved more than any in the world were continuing to fill her nubile young body with hot tingles of arousal yet again.
"Oh!" Brad exclaimed, an inordinately happy grin on his face. "Yeah, I think I do," and he put words into actions by starting to knead and firmly squeeze Melissa's already turgid nipples.
"Ohhhhh!" Melissa groaned with deep satisfaction, "God! That's perfect! Hunnnghhh! Oh, shit, John! You really are getting me going there. I love the way you lick me," she called out to the older man whose face was buried between her pale, soft thighs. "Sorry about the piss," she added weakly. "I really couldn't help it."
John raised his head momentarily to regard her with a twinkle in his eye, his beard glistening with the drops of all their mixed fluids. "It's quite all right, dear," he reassured her. "I know you couldn't and we wouldn't want you to. We all know that when we have sex with you, piss is part of the whole package. Now, shall I keep going, or do you want to chat some more?" he asked roguishly.
"Keep going, keep going, you beautiful man!" Melissa cried, laughing, and moaned loudly as she felt his tongue resume its lascivious probing of her pussy and ass. And she gasped in delight as she felt him thrust the entire length of his tongue up into her rectum, completely unimpeded by her totally stretched anal sphincter. "Ahhhhh! God! I can't believe how incredible it feels when you do that!"
"What's he doing?" Brad asked with prurient interest, his eyes gleaming.
"Ohhhh! God, Brad! My ass is so stretched out he can get his whole tongue up inside me. Hunngghh! Oh, fuck, that's good!" the aroused redhead explained.
"Uh, that does sound incredible," Brad answered, his voice oddly tight. "Could we try that?" he asked bashfully.
"What? You want to put your tongue up my ass, lover?" Melissa panted. "I'd love that. You're probably gonna' have to wait your turn, though."
"Uh, yeah, that too," Brad mumbled, and Melissa looked up at his face and saw that he was blushing. "Only, I wondered if you would try putting your tongue up my ass. It was okay when your brother did it and I thought I might like it even better if you did!" This last all came out in a rush, and it was all Melissa could do not to laugh at his earnestness and discomfiture.
"Of course we can, baby," Melissa hastened to assure her boyfriend. "So you liked what Keith did?" she prompted between her increasingly deep pants. "I couldn't believe how much you came! If I- unngghhh! If your cock hadn't- God! Been all the way down my throat, I don't- huuungggghhh! Don't think I could have swallowed- hoh! Swallowed it all!"
"Yeah, it was pretty incredible," Brad admitted with an embarrassed shrug. "Right when I was getting off, he stuck his finger all the way up my butt and, I don't know, did something that just made me come like crazy!" He shook his head in wonder. "I've never felt anything like that. Do you think I'm too weird for you now?" he asked with a worried frown.
"Oh, love," Melissa gasped, "You haven't even got close to being too weird for me- hunnnggghhh! Keith and I discovered how much that- ohhh! How much that makes him come- haaaghhhh! So I'm glad- unngghhh! Unnngghh! Unnngghhh!" she grunted as John's tongue began to concentrate on her swollen clit, "That you liked it. And if you want to know- hoh! Oh, God! Thinking about it makes me- hoh! Hotter than hell! Get up here and- oh, fuck! Let me lick your butthole and- haaagghh! Maybe you can even fuck my tits- unnngghhh! While I do. I know- oh, shit! Oh, God! Oh, fuck! I know how you like that!"
Brad scrambled up to his knees, dumping Melissa's head indecorously to the bed off his lap, but Melissa was already too lost in an erotic haze to care. As soon as Brad's puckered anal rosette was lowered close to her face, she raised her head up, gave a few licks around the rim to moisten it, and then thrust as much of her tongue into his asshole without compunction. Brad gave a gratifying groan of pleasure, which inspired Melissa to continue her lewd anal probes with her tongue.
She felt Brad roughly pull her full breasts upward and press them against the side of his rapidly engorging prick, but she didn't mind the rude handling one bit. It was exactly what she needed as close to a climax as she was. She continued to tongue-fuck Brad's anus as she felt her own orgasm begin to well up from between her legs under the insistent flicking of John's powerful tongue against her rigid clit. She moaned and panted harder and harder, still plunging her tongue up into her young boyfriend's ass, as the orgasm that had been building for the last several minutes suddenly broke like a wave over her and her body shuddered and writhed uncontrollably. She pulled Brad's hips back so she could bury as much of her tongue up his now willing bunghole and kept it thrust in there, sucking air in and out of her nostrils noisily as the climax wracked her twelve-year-old body.
Then she felt Brad viciously pinch and twist both her nipples, and Melissa completely lost it. A new orgasm tore through her even before the previous one had finished and her back arched as a high, keening wail emerged from her lips despite her protruding tongue. Her body convulsed spasmodically, jerking and flailing as wave after wave of white-hot ecstasy jolted her. She winced briefly when she felt her bladder empty yet again but was too far gone into her climax to care any longer.
Finally she pulled her face back and gasped, "No! No more! I can't- unnggghhh! I don't want- aaaggghhh! I don't want to pass out- haaagghhh! Again! Haaagghhhhh!"
Both Brad and John finally relented in response to her final anguished yell, and Melissa's climax finally began to abate. But then, to her amazement, she felt John pushing his massive cock, now fully rejuvenated, into her sopping pussy and she gasped at the unexpected pleasure. He continued to push himself into her, penetrating her more deeply than he ever had before despite, or maybe because of, the ongoing orgasmic throbbing in her oozing vagina. She couldn't believe she was being fucked again so soon after the mind-blowing triple penetration she'd just experienced, but apparently the guys all found the scene so arousing that they were ready to go again. She could hear by the gasps, grunts, and erotic cries from beside her that Stephanie and Keith were approaching orgasm now, too, and she could only shake her head in amazement at the sheer delightful depravity of it all.
Brad had shifted forward to make it easier to slide his cock in between her pendulous breasts and Melissa could no longer reach his ass readily with her tongue, so with a `here goes' shrug, she moistened her finger in her mouth and then slid it firmly up into Brad's ass, burying it to the final knuckle. She heard Brad groan and asked, "Does that feel okay?"
"Yeah, oh God! It does, Mel!" he panted as he thrust his rock-hard prick back and forth between her soft mounds of pubescent flesh. "I love everything you do!" Thus encouraged, she began to slide her finger in and out, slowly finger-fucking his anus and waiting to hear some sort of objection from Brad, but none came.
She heard John moan audibly and moved her head around Brad's back to glimpse his father's face. John was staring at her – and at his son- with a look of pure, unadulterated lust and she felt the tempo of his thrusting in and out of her cunt rapidly increasing. It seemed that the idea of his son getting fucked in the ass was a real turn-on for him, for he was soon pounding her cunt hard, making Melissa cry and moan with renewed pleasure.
Melissa stole a sideways glance at Keith and Stephanie and saw, to her astonishment, that though both were clearly on the verge of a climax, with Keith slamming his cock into his young, dark-haired girlfriend with abandon, both of them were watching her intently. Stephanie flashed her a quick thumbs up before turning back to Keith, and Keith grinned lasciviously at Melissa before he, too, returned his full attention to Stephanie. It was only moments before they were both grunting and yelling, shuddering in the obvious throes of a mutual orgasm.
Melissa quickly lost interest in whatever her brother and her girlfriend were doing as the incessant slamming of John Muller's immense prick into her overfilled pussy, coupled with Brad's aggressive squeezing of her breasts as he eagerly thrust his stiff prick up and down between them made the gasping redhead realize that not only were the two males rapidly approaching orgasm but that she was going to come again very soon, too.
"Haaggghhh!" Melissa groaned loudly, "I- hoh! I can't believe- oh, fuck! What you guys are doing- unngghhh! To me! Hoh! Hoh! Hoh! Oh, God! I'm getting really- hunngghhh! Really close! Are you guys ready- unnggghhh! Ready to come with me- ohhhh! Oh, God! I want you both- oh, fuck! To come all over my tits! Do it! Oh, God! Here it comes! Come on me! Cover me with come! I'm- oh, God! I'm coming! I'm- haaaaaaaggghhhhhhhhh!" she screamed raggedly as yet another gut-wrenching climax crashed into her, leaving her body jerking and her limbs flailing weakly.
Mustering all the concentration she could, Melissa plunged her finger as deeply into Brad's rectum as she could, pressing hard onto the area she'd found would make her brother come so intensely. To her great pleasure and gratification, she felt Brad's cock begin to throb and pulse, too, and when she felt John suddenly pull his cock out of her rhythmically constricting cunt hole and warm, gooey drops begin to land on her sweat-covered tits, her ecstasy was complete.
She luxuriated in the feel of their thick semen covering her breasts and running down their globular sides as her climax gradually diminished. Melissa could feel Brad's orgasmic pulsing deep within his body, constricting around her intruding finger and, just as before, his climax seemed to last an incredibly long time. Finally the eighth-grade boy slumped down sideways with a deeply satisfied groan and Melissa unobtrusively slipped her finger out from his now-flaccid anal sphincter.
"Whoo, man! That was intense!" Brad murmured at last as Melissa began to run her hands over her jizz-coated breasts, feeling the amazing amount of semen the two males had squirted onto her.
"Hey!" she heard Stephanie protest suddenly from beside her, "You're not going to hog all that come for yourself are you?"
Melissa glanced over at her young lesbian lover and grinned wanly, "I wouldn't think of it, baby. I think there's enough for everyone to share. Especially," and she flashed Stephanie a leer, "If you're willing to sit on my face and share all of what my brother just pumped into you!"
"Deal!" Stephanie crowed and scrambled over on the bed. Without hesitation she spread her thighs over Melissa's face and lowered her dripping twat onto the redhead's eager lips. She sighed with pleasure as she felt Melissa's tongue plunge deeply into her cunt hole, sucking greedily. For a moment, there was only the obscene, sloppy sound of Melissa's tongue working earnestly in Stephanie's pussy. And then Melissa heard Stephanie loudly announce, "All right, come on you guys. Since I can't reach her tits from here, you all are going to have to lick your stuff off them and share the taste with me."
There was a moment of stunned silence in the room and even Melissa held her breath waiting to see what the response to Stephanie's brazen challenge would be. Even though she couldn't see anything but Stephanie's butt cheeks from her position, she was certain that all the others' eyes were focused on Brad.
Sure enough, she heard Brad audibly swallow and stammer, "Uh- wh-what?"
"Oh, come on, son," she heard John say casually, "Don't tell me you've never tasted your own come?"
"Uh, well, maybe a couple of times," Brad mumbled. "But I sure as hell haven't ever tasted yours!" he blurted loudly.
"Huh!" his father grunted dismissively. "Come is come. I bet you couldn't even tell the difference."
"Come on, dude," Keith hastily encouraged, "It's cool. I'll do it if you will. You already swallowed my come out of Melissa's nose, remember? Besides, then we get to kiss Stephanie and give it all to her!"
"Uh, jeez!" Brad muttered uncertainly.
"Make up your mind, son," John insisted. "I guarantee you, come doesn't taste better when it's cold."
"Oh, shit, okay, okay," Brad relented at last, to Melissa's honest amazement. She was sure he would balk at this latest push at the boundaries of his squeamishness. Yet she soon felt three separate tongues all licking her tits, interspersed by pauses as one and then another would transfer a mouthful of their obscene load to Stephanie's lips.
This process continued for much longer than Melissa expected, and she realized that the three guys were simply enjoying licking and sucking on her tits together. She realized something else, too, which was that the stimulation of their tongues, particularly on her still-rigid and highly sensitive nipples was beginning to arouse her, and quickly. She moaned aloud with pleasure, which was all the encouragement Brad, Keith, and John needed, for they immediately intensified their attentions to her breasts and particularly her nipples. As arousing as that sensation was, what Melissa found even more fascinating was that all three of them, even Brad, seemed to be casually indifferent to whose saliva was getting whose mouth. The sheer depraved kinkiness of the situation was making her pant with excitement despite the effort to remain focused on licking Stephanie's slick cunt.
As the three males continued their combined randy assault on her breasts, Melissa couldn't resist slithering a hand down between her legs and starting to gently diddle her enlarged clit. But no sooner had she done so when she heard Keith say, "I'll take care of that, sis!" and without further ado he shifted himself down in between her thighs and buried his face in her shaved snatch. Melissa gasped with pleasure and parted her plump thighs to allow him unimpeded access to her cunt, which he took full advantage of – including plunging his tongue deeply into her still gaping asshole. Melissa's back arched involuntarily with arousal at the sensation and John and Brad, sensing that her sexual excitement was ratcheting up quickly, began to vigorously nip and pinch her swollen nipples with their teeth.
At that treatment, it wasn't long before Melissa was writhing and gasping with erotic bliss even as she continued to lap Stephanie's cunt. She heard Stephanie's moaning and panting increasing in intensity as well, so the redhead shifted her focus to her dark-haired lover's clit (she had long ago sucked out all of Keith's semen from Stephanie's vagina and had greedily swallowed it all).
Within minutes, Stephanie's cries indicated that a climax was imminent. "Ohhh, God, Mel! Fuck! You lick me so fucking good! Hoh! Hoh! Hoh, God! You're getting- uhhh! You're getting to me, girl! Unnngghhh! Unnnngghhh! Oh, fuck, yes! Just like that! Just like that! Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, shit! What are you- ohhhh! That's fucking crazy!" she cried as Melissa began to buzz Stephanie's clit rapidly with her tongue in the motion she had learned would drive her young lover insane with lust.
Sure enough, after less than thirty seconds, Stephanie was shrieking at the top of her lungs and Melissa felt the telltale throbbing in Stephanie's clitoris that gave indisputable evidence of her climax. Melissa struggled to hold her lover's body in place as Stephanie shuddered and spasmodically twitched. And then, to Melissa's everlasting delight, she tasted warm, pungent fluid in her mouth and knew that Stephanie had – whether intentionally or not – released her bladder and was squirting a steady stream of urine into Melissa's open mouth.
This was too much for the already frantically aroused redhead, and Melissa suddenly began coming and coming hard. She swallowed as much of Stephanie's golden fluid as she could but much of it dribbled around her lips and ran down the sides of her cheeks to the bed as both girls twitched and jerked in the throes of massive orgasms. Melissa was fighting a losing battle with trying to breathe, because Keith's tongue kept wildly lashing her pulsing clitoris while both John and Brad's teeth were biting into her distended nipples hard. The sensations were too overpowering for the pubescent girl and Melissa once more heard the now familiar roaring in her ears that presaged unconsciousness. She didn't even attempt to fight it but surrendered almost gratefully to blackness.
"Ohhhh," Melissa croaked as her eyelids fluttered. She struggled to remember where she was and what had happened. Her body felt rather like she'd been run over by a truck, only a truck that had seemed to focus on all her most intimate places as it did so.
"Hey, there," she heard Stephanie murmur beside her. "Are you okay?"
"Uh, I- I think so," Melissa answered hoarsely, blinking her eyes rapidly to try to get them to focus on Stephanie's slender, pretty face. "How are you doing?"
"Oh, I'm fine, other than being a bit tired," Stephanie shrugged and then punctuated it with a huge yawn. "Oh! Sorry; like I said," she added.
"Yeah, I'm totally beat," Melissa commiserated. "How long was I out this time?"
"Almost thirty minutes," she heard John answer from somewhere near the foot of the bed.
Melissa struggled into a semi-upright position propped on her elbows. "Shit! That long? Were you starting to get worried?"
"A little, at first," Stephanie admitted.
"Until you started snoring!" she heard Keith chortle from her right. "Then we knew you were fine and were just taking a little nap."
"I- God, I'm so sorry!" Melissa blurted, mortified. "Both for worrying you and then making you put up with my snoring. Uh, where's Brad?" she asked suddenly, looking around.
"He was hungry and went downstairs for a snack," explained his father.
"Here I am!" Brad announced brightly as he bounced into the room. "Were you asking for me, Mel? Ready for another round?" He said it with a joking lilt in his voice but his eyes glittered.
"Uh, believe it or not, no," Melissa answered soberly. "My body is really telling me that I, well, kind of overdid it today."
"You think?" Stephanie snorted sardonically. "And I can't believe I actually heard you admit you can't fuck anymore! We'd better mark this day down in the calendar!"
"Steph! That's mean!" Melissa protested. "I hurt!"
"Aww, poor baby, where does it hurt?" Stephanie said with exaggerated sympathy, clearly enjoying herself.
But Melissa chose to ignore the jibe and answer seriously. "God! Where don't I hurt? I think the soles of my feet are still okay. But my ass, my pussy, my tits – even my throat is sore! I just need to get some sleep and try and recover, okay?"
"Yeah, sure, love," Stephanie assured her apologetically. "You really did kind of go all out today, even for you."
"I know, right?" Melissa answered. Now it was her turn to yawn.
"And that," John announced, "Is, I think, everybody's cue to head for bed. It's been a truly amazing day – thank you all for what's been one of the best since...well, in a long time," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "And tomorrow is a work and school day for everyone in this house. So why don't you all go get yourselves ready for bed and I'll take care of the cleanup in here – but don't think you're off the hook forever, Melissa," he added with a twinkle in his eye. "You're still going to have to help clean up afterwards when you piss everywhere."
"Hey, a lot of that piss was Stephanie's!" Melissa protested.
"Why yes, yes it was," John answered with a significant look at his daughter. "So I suppose that means you will have to take a turn on cleanup duty. But not tonight," he added firmly as he saw a frown start to cross Stephanie's face.
"Uh, John?" Keith asked, his face a study in innocence. "Do they make things like, I don't know, rubber sheets or something?"
Melissa shot her brother a warning glance but she needn't have worried. "Why yes, yes they do," John nodded seriously. "Good idea – I'll have to look into that. Maybe a medical supply store..." he trailed off, lost in thought for a moment before rousing his focus back on the naked young people in the room. "But that's for another day. Off to bed, all of you. And if we all expect to get a shower in the morning, we'll need to be up by 6:00 a.m. I know, I know," he shrugged at the universal groan of dismay. "Sorry, but that's the way it is. If we want to play at night, we've got to be focused in the morning. So! Enough said. Goodnight everyone."
Both Stephanie and Melissa immediately stepped up to John and gave him sensuous hugs accompanied by lengthy French kisses. Even Keith and Brad gave the older man a hug, and Melissa could tell Keith was really wishing he dared to kiss John, too.
They finally departed and, after making cursory passes at brushing their teeth, headed to bed. Melissa and Stephanie just headed to Stephanie's room by unspoken agreement, though after giving each of the boys the same kind of goodnight kiss they'd given John.
Once Melissa and Stephanie were snuggled up in bed in each other's arms, they were both so tired that after murmuring, "I love you," to each other they fell instantly asleep.
Keith awoke sometime in the night, not even sure what had awakened him. But once he was awake, he began thinking about all the day's events and the more he remembered, the more turned on he got and the less sleepy. He briefly toyed with the idea of trying to get into Brad's bed with him – after all, the boy had seemed a lot less reluctant to try things that were on the border of outright sex with him. But the steady snoring he heard coming from the other bed dissuaded him. Even if he could somehow persuade Brad to go even further, he suspected any such overtures wouldn't be at all welcomed if they disturbed his sleep.
After tossing and turning for a while longer – and idly stroking his cock until it stood stiff and proudly out from his body – he finally threw off the sheet he'd been under and got up, thinking he would try to go to the bathroom and perhaps – perhaps someone else would be more accommodating.
He got up and left Brad's bedroom, padding down the hall in the dark, and marveling at how free and sexy it felt to be able to walk around the Muller home completely nude, just like at home. And then the thought of making love to his mother made his cock stiffen even more and twitch dangerously, a small drop of pre-come appearing at the tip of his organ, a drop which he eagerly scooped up on a finger and tasted. He loved the taste of come, he admitted. The chance to lick all John's and Brad's semen right off his sister's ample boobs had been a dream come true for him. He hoped there would be lots more opportunities to taste John's and Brad's jizz before the week was out.
By now, he was abreast of Stephanie and Melissa's door. It was closed and, tempted as he was to go in anyway, he remembered what John had said about a closed door meaning `leave me alone', and passed on. And then his heart leapt up in his throat, for he saw that not only was John's door open but there was a bit of light coming from it.
Scarcely daring to believe his opportunity, he tiptoed softly up to the door and looked in. The sight he saw turned his knees to water and made his heart pound in his chest.
John was lying sprawled across his bed, fully nude, and he was stroking that impossibly large cock of his in his hand, a cock that was fully erect and glistening in the soft, bluish light that Keith realized must be coming from a television in the room.
He didn't know how long he had been standing there, entranced by the vision of John and his unbelievable prick, but suddenly he heard John say in a soft but welcoming voice, "Hi. Can't sleep?"
Keith saw that John was looking right at him and realized that he had been more visible than he thought. Despite seeing Keith there, John's hand never stopped stroking his enormous erection. Blushing furiously, Keith could only shake his head, his mouth suddenly too dry to speak.
"Well, come on in if you'd like," John offered and he moved himself over on the bed in a clear invitation for Keith to join him there. "You'd probably better pull the door closed, though," John added. "If we're going to talk, we don't want to disturb the others."
"Uh, no. I mean, right," Keith heard himself croak. He could feel his heart thudding in his chest with excitement as he clearly understood the underlying message in John's request; he didn't want anyone to disturb them in...whatever might come next.
After shutting the door behind him and padding across the carpeted floor, Keith somewhat shyly climbed onto the bed beside the older man, daring to allow his leg to casually rest against John's, and was grateful that John did nothing to move away. But when Keith turned his eyes to the television, his jaw dropped in stunned surprise. On the screen was a full-blown orgy, with at least a dozen men and women engaged in every kind of sex imaginable. He was about to blurt out his amazement when he gave a startled gasp instead. One of the men visible on the screen was John.
"Holy shit!" Keith breathed at last. "That's you, isn't it?"
"Yep, it sure is," John smiled, his eyes glittering as they traveled up the length of Keith's body, lingering on the boy's completely rigid prick before focusing on his eyes. "I didn't figure you were the sort of guy who would object to watching porn, but I can turn it off if you'd like."
"No!" Keith blurted at once, completely engrossed in the lewd tableau in front of him, "I mean, no; I think it's incredible. When was this from?" he asked, his eyes never leaving the scene on the TV where he could see John slamming his cock steadily in and out of a woman from behind while her face was buried between the legs of a slim, Asian woman who was sucking the cock of a plump, balding man in turn.
"About four years ago," John answered, an odd tone to his voice.
"So...that was when your wife was still alive, right?" Keith asked cautiously, nervous about the potential sensitivity of the question. "Did she know about all this? If you don't mind me asking, that is..."
"No, I don't mind," John answered with a grateful smile at Keith, "Though I appreciate your asking. And in answer to your question," he went on with a dry chuckle, "That's her getting her cunt licked by Fran while I'm fucking Fran's ass. So yes, not only did she know about it, but the whole idea of becoming swingers was her idea. I do believe I'd mentioned before how into sex she was," he added with a wistful smile.
"Yeah, you did, but jeez! I had no idea – I mean, I've never seen anything like this before in my life!" Keith answered. His hand had unconsciously stolen into his lap and was stroking his cock before he even realized it. He almost jerked his hand away in embarrassment before he realized he was being ridiculous. John was sitting right beside him blithely jerking his own prick, so there was no reason in the world Keith couldn't do the same.
"Well, maybe you haven't seen anything like that on TV before," John drawled in an amused tone, "But it seems to me that what we were all doing earlier today and this evening pretty much qualified as orgies. And you didn't appear to have your eyes closed," he added with a meaningful grin.
"Huh! I guess you're right," Keith had to admit. He continued to watch the hot action on the screen for a few minutes before piping up once more, "So, how long did you guys do that? And Brad and Stephanie had no idea?" he marveled.
"Well, you'd have to ask them," John shrugged, "But no, as far as I know, they didn't. When they were young, we'd have a babysitter in while we went to our swinger parties. And when they got older, we made a point of encouraging them to have sleepovers with friends so we could take our turn hosting the parties. We really didn't want them to be exposed to sex before they were ready." He snorted and shook his head. "Kind of silly, looking back on it since they both seemed to figure out they were ready long before I expected it."
"And as far as how long we did that," John went on as they both kept their eyes glued to the depraved exhibition on the video, "We started doing it even before we got married. Kim was obviously the hottest little sexual wildcat I'd ever met and she made it clear that just because she'd fallen in love with me she wasn't about to stop fucking everyone – man or woman – that she could. Since she also made sure she included me in it all and let me have sex with everyone else as well, I could hardly complain. It was just a major part of who we were."
"Wow," Keith murmured, "You must have really missed all that when your w- uh, Kim passed away."
John turned his head to regard Keith intently. "You're very perceptive to understand that, Keith," he answered softly. "Though at first, I was in too much of a depressed fog while at the same time trying to deal with suddenly raising two kids on my own for it to matter much. But this last year, well, it's been getting harder and harder to ignore. Now do you understand how much it means to me to be able to share sex with all of you guys?" His voice was almost pleading.
"Uh, yeah, that makes sense," Keith nodded. As interesting as the conversation with John was, he was finding it harder and harder to remain focused on what the older man was saying. Not only was there an amazingly hot sex scene continuing to play on the TV, but Keith was painfully aware of John's massive, totally hard prick just inches away from him. Try as he might, he couldn't help but stealing quick looks at John's gigantic organ, and those glances were becoming more and more frequent.
Finally, the inevitable happened and Keith glanced up after another of what he had hoped was a surreptitious peep at John's enormous cock only to see John looking right at him with a knowing smile on his face. Keith gulped anxiously, certain he was going to be in trouble.
But after a moment where John regarded him with glittering eyes, John said casually, "Of course, after everything you've been doing lately, this," and he gestured with his chin towards the television, "Might seem a little tame to you. You up for something a little kinkier?"
What was already on the screen looked pretty kinky to Keith but he wasn't about to say so. "Y-yeah," he managed to croak with a nod.
John snatched the video controller from the nightstand beside him and fast-forwarded the player for a minute. "This is where the party started to get even wilder," he commented.
Keith eagerly stared at the screen and then gasped aloud. His heart began to thud wildly in his chest and he unconsciously started to pant, for there on the screen were three men. They were all having sex with each other – one was plunging his cock in and out of the ass of the man in the middle, whose own cock was being lovingly sucked and fondled by a third man. And the man in the middle of all the action was John.
"Holy shit!" Keith breathed at last, his voice thick with nearly overwhelming lust. "That's you! Y-you're- uh, does that mean you're- I mean, are you?" he trailed off helplessly. He looked into John's face and saw an amused expression on the older man.
"Keith, are you trying to ask me if I'm gay?" John chuckled.
"Uh, yeah," Keith mumbled, suddenly embarrassed.
"Well, now that's an interesting question, isn't it?" John asked, cocking his head to the side. "I'm no more gay than most everyone else under this roof right now."
"I- I don't understand," Keith whispered, his eyes frantically flitting between John's face, his gigantic prick that the man was continuing to slowly stroke, and the incredibly perverted but oh-so-arousing scene on the TV.
"Well, it seems to me that the idea of men having sex with each other is a real turn-on for you. I mean, that was quite a reaction you just displayed. Am I right? Is this something you've been thinking about for a while?" John asked in a kinder tone.
Keith could only nod mutely.
"And yet you also seem to be quite into sex with girls, too. Or did I just imagine seeing you screwing my daughter and your sister several times?" he asked with a twinkle in his eye.
"No, no. I mean yes," Keith blurted, "I like sex with girls just fine."
"Well, so do I, as I'm sure you've noticed," John went on in a soft voice. "The technical word for someone who likes sex with both men and women is bisexual," he explained. "But I've never really cared for that term. I think of myself as simply being sexual, period. Giving and receiving sexual pleasure with other people I care about is one of the most amazing and important parts of my life, and to me it seems kind of silly to get all hung up on whether the person happens to have a vagina or a penis. Sex is sex, and as long as you're doing it with someone else – or a lot of someone elses," he added dryly, "Then it's wonderful."
"That's- that's exactly how I feel, too!" Keith cried, a feeling of enormous relief flooding through him. He wasn't crazy or a deviant; here was someone who was exactly like him, someone who completely understood him. He gazed into John's eyes with a completely smitten expression, a silly grin spreading across his face. He realized that he was falling in love with John, in exactly the same way he was falling in love with Stephanie – and with Brad, too, he confessed to himself.
"So now that we've got that settled," John asked Keith with a penetrating look, "And it seems like you and I share the same kind of desires, are you ready to do something about it?" The man glanced down into his lap where his huge cock was still standing up straight, its head purple and shining, and the veins running the length of the shaft visibly pulsing as his hand slid slowly up and down it. "You've been trying to sneak looks at my cock all evening. Would you like to do more than look?" he asked in a gently teasing voice. "Would you like to touch it?"
"Oh, God, yes!" Keith blurted and then felt his cheeks instantly burn with mortification at his wanton eagerness and he clapped his free hand over his mouth.
"Nothing to be embarrassed about, Keith," John said kindly. "I love having sex with someone who wants me as much as I want them."
"Y-you want me?" Keith breathed.
"Oh, fuck! You have no idea!" John grinned, his eyes gleaming with raw lust. "Ever since I saw you coming down the stairs last weekend in your mom's house, I've been barely able to control myself and keep from jumping your bones. In fact, while you're more than welcome to touch my prick – I've been dreaming about feeling your touch and your body on it – would you be willing to do me one small favor?" he asked almost shyly.
"Sure! Anything!" Keith nodded vigorously.
"Really?" John asked, momentarily startled. "Anything? That's quite an offer. Are you sure you meant anything?" he smiled.
Keith's jaw jutted firmly as he nodded, "Yep. I want you to do anything to me. I want you to do everything to me!" he exclaimed in a rush and then grinned sheepishly. "I mean, you know what I mean," he mumbled.
"I believe I do," John nodded sagely, "And that's one of the nicest things anyone has ever said to me. So, all I want you to do for me before we get down to some serious love-making – and that is what you want, right?" he asked seriously.
"More than anything in the world," Keith whispered, meaning it.
"Fantastic!" John exhaled as if he'd been holding his breath. "Would you mind – I mean, I've been kind of having to sneak looks at you, too," he explained earnestly. "Would you mind posing for me? Just a little bit, so I can ogle you properly?"
"Uh, sure," Keith murmured, surprised. "Only...I don't really know what you want me to do."
"Just stand here beside the bed and do some different poses so I can stare are you from all sides without having to worry about what anyone else is going to think," John explained, his voice growing hoarse with arousal.
"Oh, yeah, sure," Keith smiled hesitantly as he slid off the bed and stood directly facing John. "Like this?" he asked.
"Yeah, like that," John sighed as his eyes ravished the entire length of Keith's smooth, well-muscled body. "Try putting your arms up on top of your head. Ohhh, yeah, that's nice. God damn, but you are such an incredibly beautiful boy! Turn sideways now...yeah, just like that. Go ahead and stroke that gorgeous cock. Ohhhh, fuck! That is so hot! Mmm-mmm-mmm!" he murmured. The pace of his hand stroking his giant hard-on was increasing.
Keith felt himself growing even more aroused from the knowledge that he was the subject of John's unabashed lust and he began to increase the tempo of his stroking, sliding his fingers up and down the smooth silkiness of his rock-hard erection. His breathing began to deepen.
Just at the point Keith realized that if he wasn't careful he was going to shoot his load right then and there, John said pointedly, "Whoa, son! Slow down. We've got lots of time and when you come, I'd kind of like to be there when it happens," he added with a droll chuckle.
"Uh, sorry," Keith mumbled, his ears burning with mortification as he rapidly pulled his hand away from his cock, leaving it protruding straight out in front of him, twitching dangerously.
"Nothing to be sorry about, Keith," John responded gently with a twinkle in his eye. "I did ask you to do that. Though I wasn't expecting quite so enthusiastic a response," he chuckled.
"I- well, I- uh, I just, you know, knowing you were looking at me and getting turned on, well, it kind of turned me on a lot, too," Keith answered bashfully as he stood in front of John with both hands at his side, still not daring to touch his still-throbbing member. He had come even closer to an orgasm than he'd suspected and looking at John's huge prick wasn't quenching his arousal one little bit.
"Well, now, that's also a really nice thing to say, Keith," John nodded, his eyes glittering with lascivious intent. "So I think maybe it's time you got back here on the bed with me, don't you?"
Keith suddenly found it hard to swallow and his heart began thudding in his chest. All he could do was nod mutely and, in response to John's encouraging smile and beckoning finger, clambered back onto the bed next to the older man. "Wh- what to you want me to do?" he asked in a throaty whisper, finally able to speak somewhat.
"Here, why don't you sit in my lap and face me?" John suggested as he scooted his body up against the headboard to make room. "I've got an idea I think you'll like."
Scarcely daring to breath, Keith did as requested and sat down on John's lap, straddling his thighs. "You can get closer than that," John smiled with a gleam in his eye. "Scoot in so your cock is pressed right against mine. Wouldn't you like to do that?" he asked mischievously.
"Fuck, yeah!" Keith blurted, no longer caring about modesty or decorum. He was finally going to get to have sex with a man – one of his fondest, most secret fantasies – and what a man! It was already turning out better than he'd ever imagined, and he eagerly pushed his buttocks up, groaning with barely suppressed desire as he felt his own stiff prick make contact with the massive, unyielding flesh of his older lover's cock. "Ohh, God!" he moaned, "That feels...I don't know, I can't even say. Perfect! That's what it feels like."
"I think so too, Keith," John said softly, taking Keith's face between his hands and pulling him in for a deep, passionate French kiss.
If Keith had ever really thought about what it would be like to kiss another man, whatever he might have been expecting, it was nothing like this. Yes, he was conscious of John's beard and moustache tickling his lips and chin, but that sensation was completely overwhelmed by the explosion that had suddenly gone off in his head and was lurching down into his shuddering guts. If he had thought that touching John's prick with his own was perfect, he was completely unprepared for how perfect, how right, how amazingly wonderful John's kiss was. As he eagerly parted his lips to allow John's thick, strong tongue to thrust deeply into his mouth, he could only whimper with love and desire, completely overcome by the sensations. It was as if his entire life had been leading up to this point, and he knew, knew beyond the least shadow of a doubt that this was exactly what he was meant to do.
And he knew that he had fallen completely, head-over-heels in love with John Muller and would love him for the rest of his life.
He threw his arms around John's neck with abandon and completely surrendered to the older man's love and desire, plunging his tongue into John's mouth and then allowing John to push back into his, his breathing coming frantically through his nostrils as he felt himself carried away on a surge of wild emotion.
It was only when he felt the warning tingles of an impending orgasm start to throb in his balls that he pulled back away in near desperation, only able to croak, "S-sorry. Almost- hoh! Almost came again."
"Can't say I blame you, Keith," John answered in a voice grown thick with lust. "That was some kiss! It almost seemed like you meant it," he added impishly.
"I did!" Keith protested the older man's gentle teasing. "I've never been kissed like that in my life. It- it just felt so perfect...so, I don't know – like it was what I was meant for. I- I love you, John," Keith blurted. "I can't explain it, but I love you so much, and I don't want to do anything in the world except make love to you right now."
"Wow," John murmured softly. "That's- that's really moving, Keith. Good thing I love you, too, and don't want to do anything but make love to you, too." He smiled tenderly, and his eyes were glistening with tears despite the voracious arousal in them as well. "So I guess we'd better do that. Here," he went on in a more ordinary tone, "I've got an idea. Close your eyes and tip your head back and open your mouth wide," he instructed.
As overcome with lust as Keith was, he still had the presence of mind to ask warily, "What are you going to do?"
"Nothing you won't like, lover. Just trust me. You're going to have to get used to that from now on," he added in a heartfelt tone.
Keith realized that he did trust John, and trusted him utterly. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back with his mouth open, waiting. At first nothing happened, but then he felt John's face close to his and, without warning, his mouth filled with warm liquid.
"Don't swallow, son," John instructed. "I want you to get a whole mouthful of spit. In fact, you can help by working up as much of your own to go with it."
Keith nodded to show his understanding and began working his own tongue in his mouth trying to draw out more saliva. He was intrigued and was eager to learn where this was all going to lead.
After three more deposits of John's saliva into his mouth, coupled with what he'd been able to add of his own, spit was starting to dribble out of the corners of Keith's mouth. "Okay, that's good," John announced. "Now, open your eyes and tip your head forward so all our spit runs down over our cocks."
Still not sure what John had in mind, but finding the entire scene almost excruciatingly erotic, Keith eagerly complied, allowing every drop of the thick, clear fluid to dribble and ooze down over their two stiffly engorged manhoods.
"Now," John smiled, "You can use that to stroke both our cocks. They should be nice and slippery now."
"Oh, God! They are!" Keith moaned with lust as he began to slide his fingers up and down John's huge prick, coating every bit of it with the slimy spit. Ignoring his own cock for the moment in his eagerness to finally be able to touch the gigantic organ of John's that he had been lusting after for days, he groaned with erotic arousal as he explored every fold, bump, and protrusion on that enormous cock. His fourteen-year-old brain was spinning as the secret fantasy he'd scarcely dared to believe was actually coming true – he was touching another man's cock! And what a cock it was – Keith could feel the blood pulsing in the thick, prominent veins and knew that his new lover was just as excited as he was.
Hardly able to believe his own daring, Keith bent nearly double and wrapped his lips around the immense, rubbery head, barely able to fit its immense girth into his mouth but was rewarded with a gasp of obscene pleasure from John. Keith smiled to himself, delighted that he could make John feel good as well. And then he started speculating about what it would be like to feel that gigantic dick erupting into his mouth, spewing gobbet after gob of thick, creamy jism and letting him swallow it all.
That thought nearly brought the teen boy to an instant climax and he hastily stopped the thrusting he'd subconsciously been doing with his prick up and down the slick length of John's huge organ. He raised his head, gasping heavily. "Almost- almost lost it there," he admitted with a weak, rueful smile.
"Hmm, would that have been so bad?" John asked huskily as he raised his eyebrows questioningly, his eyes gleaming.
"Uh, I don't know," Keith mumbled, embarrassed. "I just didn't want to, you know, have everything end too soon." He had resumed stroking John's massive prick and looked down at it for a moment before raising his face to John's once more. "This- this is like, I don't know, really a dream come true for me. I don't want this to ever end," he blurted in a rush.
In answer, John pulled his teenaged lover's face into his and kissed him tenderly, softly pushing his tongue into Keith's mouth and caressing the boy's tongue with his own for a long moment before releasing him. "Keith, that is one of the sweetest things anyone has ever said to me. And I've been dreaming about this with you, too. So what on earth gives you the idea we've going to stop making love just because you happen to come? Are you afraid you're going to lose interest in me afterwards?" he asked seriously.
"No!" Keith exclaimed instantly. "No," he went on in a softer voice, "I- I already told you how much I love you. I just..." he trailed off.
"You were afraid you'd disappoint me?" the older man asked gently.
"Yeah, kind of," Keith admitted.
"Well, let's clear that up right now, my love," John smiled with a lewd glint in his eyes. "I can't wait for you to come. I can't wait to feel all your cream squirting all over my cock so I can taste it and rub it all over our cocks, and slip some into your beautiful, tight asshole, and-"
"Ohhhhh, God!" Keith groaned, "That- oh, fuck! That did it, you bastard," and his body shook and shuddered as jet after jet of thick, white fluid ejected from the tip of his cock and shot up several inches into the air before come down to land on their glistening pricks, with stray gobbets dribbling onto John's stomach and the thick, black pubic hair around his dick.
John laughed with unrestrained delight. "That's my boy!" he enthused, his voice tight with arousal. "God, that's even more beautiful than I imagined. Thank you! I've been waiting for that for so long. You have no idea how hard it's been for me watching you share all that with my daughter and your sister and never giving me the chance to share it, too." He gave the panting fourteen-year-old a meaningful look and proceeded to dip his finger into the scattered drops of jism on his stomach and brought the slimy goo to his own lips. An expression of profound bliss suffused his face and he closed his eyes, savoring every nuance.
He finally opened his eyes, gleaming with lascivious interest and gestured at the gleaming dabs and gobs of Keith's semen still coating their two cocks and said simply, "More."
Keith had finally recovered enough of his mental faculties to do as he was asked and, with an almost girlish giggle, held up a jism-coated finger to John's lips. John grinned broadly before sucking the proffered finger in between his lips and greedily licking and sucking it. Then, without warning, as soon as Keith had removed his finger, John leaned forward and planted his lips firmly on the teen boy's and plunging his tongue forcefully into Keith's mouth.
Keith was as delighted as he was surprised, but he willingly parted his lips to share his own come. Of all the things they had done together so far, this was the most intense, intimate moment, and Keith felt like his heart was going to explode with love and excitement and their tongues swirled around in each other's mouths until the last of the obscene slime was swallowed. But even before Keith could break off their perverted kiss, he felt the older man's finger pressing at the corner of his mouth and he opened his mouth more widely, allowing John to insert another load of his own, sloppy ejaculate, and they continued that process for three more loads before John finally pulled away.
"All gone," John shrugged with a mock mournful expression before he looked down and a mischievous gleam stole into his eyes. "Almost," he added.
Without notice, the man pushed Keith suddenly backwards so he landed flat on his back on the bed. In an instant, John pounced on the surprised teen and dropped his face onto Keith's rapidly diminishing prick. With an obviously skilled and practiced hand, John expertly milked Keith's flagging prick, sucking the remaining drops of come into his mouth.
Keith found the sensation almost excruciating in intensity due to the sensitivity of his prick head so soon after a climax. He tried to focus on the erotic sensation and not how much it tickled, but in the end, ticklish won and he had to try to push John's head away, giggling hysterically. "No!" he gasped. "No more! I can't-! Shit! Tickles!" he pleaded as John's tongue continued to suckle and tease the hyper-sensitive tip of his cock.
Finally John relented and raised himself to his knees, looking down at his boy lover with a look that made Keith feel like he knew exactly what a mouse saw the second before a hawk pounced on it from the sky.
"Wh- what?" he stammered. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Like what?" John asked in a deceptively mild voice.
"Like you want to – I don't know – eat me up or something," Keith stammered, feeling suddenly out of his depth.
"Or something," John nodded, "Definitely `or something'. Although," he added with a wicked grin, "The eating you up part was pretty nice, too. I can't wait to try that again for the full experience soon. But right now..." he trailed off with what Keith hoped was only feigned menace.
"Wh-what are you going to do to me?" he blurted, part of him afraid but an even bigger part of him wantonly wishing with all his heart that John would do whatever he wanted with him.
"Something I'm willing to bet you'll enjoy, from everything I've seen," he answered with a meaningful glance before he reached over to the bedside nightstand and retrieved a bottle of lubricant.
"Are- are you going to f- fuck me?" Keith whispered, his voice faint but his heart traitorously pounding in his chest with excitement.
"I sure am," John nodded, his eyes aflame with raw lust. "That is what you wanted, isn't it? When you came in here tonight, I mean?"
Keith realized the man was perfectly right. Giving himself completely to this amazing, wonderful man is what he wanted more than anything in the world, but his voice suddenly failed him and he could only nod mutely.
John raised his eyebrows skeptically. "Are you sure?" he asked seriously. "You don't seem so sure now."
"I-" and Keith paused to clear his throat which had gone unaccountably dry, "I do want that. More than anything. And you're right. That is what I wanted when I came in here. Only," he felt himself blushing, "I guess I didn't know until now that's what I wanted. So yes," he nodded firmly, looking up into those piercing, loving gray eyes. "I do. I do want you to- to fuck me. But," he added with a dubious glance at John's gargantuan organ, "Won't it hurt?"
John just shook his head in indulgent amusement. "Keith, seriously. Are you trying to tell me your sister can handle something you can't?" He paused for a moment to let that barb sink in before adding in a gentler tone, "And don't you think I'll go as slow as you want and be as gentle as you need. At least, at first," he added with an evil leer, which made even Keith laugh.
"So," John went on with a mournful glance at his own, rock-hard erection jutting straight out from his body, "Since you've got me so fucking turned on that I can barely see straight, why don't we get down to some serious fucking?" And without even waiting for Keith's response, he squirted out a large portion of lubricant onto his hand and, raising Keith's legs up easily with his other hand, began to slather the teen boy's butt crack and anus with oil.
Keith moaned with pleasure as he felt John's fingers caress his asshole and begin to gently but firmly push inside him. He concentrated on letting his sphincter relax, eager to prove to his older lover that he was ready and willing to be perversely violated and was gratified to see John nod in approval as the tight ring constricting around his finger slowly gave way.
"Let's just see about getting you really loose and slippery, okay?" John smiled, his voice husky with rapidly growing arousal.
Keith was already beginning to pant with excitement but he nodded mutely with a big grin. The grin turned into a gasp as he felt what had to be not two but three of John's thick fingers pushing insistently past his tight anus and into his bowels. "Oh!" he grunted, "Hang- hang on a minute, okay? Let me get used to that."
"Sure thing, big guy," John chuckled and ceased his inward pressure.
Keith nodded his thanks and closed his eyes, focusing on letting his butt hole relax enough to accommodate the new intrusion. After several long moments, he was able to let the constriction diminish sufficiently that the pain, while still dimly present, was at a low enough level it could be ignored. He opened his eyes to see John looking down at him with a gaze that was equal parts passionate love and flaming lust, and it immediately produced an answering response in Keith's own loins. He felt his balls begin to draw up towards his body as his sexual excitement ratcheted up to an almost unbearable intensity. On impulse, Keith reached up and wrapped his arms around John's neck, pulling him down for a lengthy, obscene kiss.
Their tongues worked feverishly in and out of each other's mouths, their breathing growing loud and fast through their nostrils. Keith felt John begin to push the tripled fingers more deeply inside his rectum, but he was ready now and eagerly welcomed the intruding fingers, concentrating on relaxing his sphincter to accommodate the lewd intrusion. The teen grunted as he felt John's fingers push further in.
"You doing okay, there, lover?" John asked the perspiring boy beneath him.
"Oh, yeah," Keith answered, trying not to sound as if he was gritting his teeth. "Thanks for taking it slow, though." He felt the older man's fingers stretch his anus still further in response to Keith's efforts to relax the tightly constricting ring. He realized that it didn't hurt...not exactly, anyway. It was more just a sensation of pressure coupled with the most incredible feeling of being completely filled up. And the more he concentrated on that feeling, along with the acute consciousness that he actually had another man inside him, the better the sensation felt and the less discomfort he felt. And to his amazement, Keith felt his cock begin to stir and swell with arousal.
"My pleasure," John grinned, his eyes glittering with arousal. "You're doing fine." He gave a meaningful glance down at the boy's growing erection. "It seems like maybe you're doing more than fine. In fact," he nodded with a leer, and without warning he suddenly pulled all his fingers out of Keith's bowels, making the fourteen-year-old gasp in surprise. But before his young lover could begin to recover, John quickly shifted his body and pressed the throbbing head of his impossibly stiff cock right up against the distended opening into Keith's anus.
"Ohhh!" Keith sighed, "Is that- I mean, are you really fucking me now?" he groaned, almost beside himself with excitement.
"Starting to, my love," John grinned. "Let me know if you need me to pause and let you get used to things." Without waiting for an answer, he began to firmly press the head of his prick past the cruelly stretched ring of Keith's sphincter.
"Unnngghh!" Keith grunted immediately, his eyes momentarily rolling up in his head. "Hang- hang on a minute, okay?" Despite his ass being thoroughly plowed and stretched by John's fingers minutes before, the immense girth of the man's cock was still more than he was fully ready for. He panted heavily as he tried manfully to let himself relax and fit his lover all the way into him. There was no denying it, it really did hurt right at the moment.
"No problem, Keith," John whispered gently. "But I have to tell you, now that the head is in, it's not going to get any worse." He smiled encouragingly.
"Really?" Keith queried hoarsely. "The head's already all the way in?"
"Sure is," John chuckled. "So what do you think? Ready for some more of me?" His brow was sweating heavily now, partly from lust and partly from holding back against the ravenous urge to plunge into his young boy-lover and bury his cock to the hilt before slamming in and out as hard and fast as he could.
"Y- yeah, I am," Keith whispered tremulously. "Do it, my lover. Fuck me, John." His voice had firmed with decision as he spoke, and John took that for permission to begin sliding his oil-slick, massive prick slowly but inexorably into Keith's rectum.
"Ohhhhhh," Keith groaned as he felt John's gigantic shaft filling up his bowels. He knew that somewhere, deep down, the pain was still there, but it was quickly being subsumed by this glorious feeling of being completely filled up that was transforming the pain sensation into a searing fire of erotic stimulation. This, he realized, must be what it's like for a woman when she makes love to a man. And the thought that he was sharing that same kind of experience that his mother, his sister, and Stephanie must feel when he was fucking them suddenly sent a jolt of sexual desire through him from head to toe.
"Do it, John," he moaned, nearly helpless with arousal, "Do it. I'm ready. Fuck me, love. Fuck me hard and fill me up. Oh, God! That's amazing!" he cried as he felt his older lover rapidly push himself the rest of the way into his ass. "Oh, God, John! I can't believe how good that feels! Oh, yes! Do it! Fuck me! Fuck me as hard as you want! I want you – ohhhh! I want all of you!"
Now it was John's turn to groan with pleasure as he felt his young lover's flesh completely enfold his thrusting cock. "Haggghhh! Shit, it's been so long since I've had my cock completely buried in a man. You are an incredible lover!" he panted as he began to plunge in and out, and then laughing maniacally as he felt Keith's legs circle around his body and the boy's heels digging into his clenching buttocks, spurring him into increasing the perverted tempo of his anal rutting. To his delight, he felt Keith's young, smooth prick swell to full engorgement under the flesh of his abdomen and knew without a doubt that his teen lover was as lustful and eager as he was.
Keith's head was swimming as he felt John's cock plunge all the way into him over and over again, the man's large, hanging balls slapping up against his ass with each thrust. The friction of John's stomach going back and forth along the length of his rock-hard cock was really getting to him as well, and he realized with a start that he was so turned on that he was likely to come any minute.
"I- I can't, hunnghh! Can't believe it!" Keith gasped, his voice momentarily interrupted with each new thrust of John's cock into his ass. "You- you're going to make me come again! Ohhh! Ohhh, shit! Unbelievable!"
"Thank God!" John muttered thickly between his own grunts and gasps. "I don't think I can hold out much more either! God! I've wanted you so badly, Keith! From the moment I first saw you, I- I wanted to be your lover."
"M-me, too!" Keith gasped. "Only I- ohhh! I didn't know that's- unngghhh! That's what I wanted. Ohhhh! Ohhh, God! And- hunngghh! I never thought- haaghhh! It would be- ohhh! Be like this! Oh, God, John! Here it comes! Oh, fuck! I'm coming! Come in me, John! Come inside me! Fill me up! Ungghhhh! Unnngghhh! Unngghhhh!"
And with that, Keith's climax overwhelmed him and all he was conscious of was the scorchingly intense sensation of his semen spurting from his cock as it was pressed between John's and his bodies, and the throbbing, pulsing jerks of John's cock as it emptied itself into his body. All Keith could think was that John was coming inside him, filling him up, while he himself squirted jet after jet of thick jism onto his own belly. The sensation of their mutual orgasm was mind-blowing and intense, and the fourteen-year-old could scarcely believe how incredibly right it all felt. As the fog of his climax gradually began to fade, Keith realized that he felt suddenly complete, without having been previously aware of what had been missing.
The new lovers clung to each other for several long minutes, John having collapsed atop Keith's young body, both of them panting heavily as they recovered their breath. Finally, John levered himself up on his arms to look down at Keith. "Well? What do you think? Think you might want to do that again sometime?"
By way of answer, Keith simply reached up, flung his arms around John's neck, and pulled him down to his face for a long, tender kiss. At least, it started out tenderly, but quickly grew more passionate, even while John's massive cock slowly deflated and eventually slipped out of Keith's ass.
At that cue, they both broke off their perverted kiss and simply gazed into each other's eyes for a long moment. Keith finally broke the silence. "Yes," he whispered, "Yes, a thousand times yes! I want to keep loving you and kissing you and fucking you for the rest of my life."
"I couldn't have said it better myself," John smiled down at him tenderly, "Because that's exactly how I feel about you."
"So now what do we do?" Keith asked, his brow furrowing. "I mean, about everyone else in the family – uh, families."
John smiled gently. "It does kind of feel like we're all one family, doesn't it?" His face turned serious. "Are you suggesting that now that we're lovers, you don't want me to have anyone else?"
"No! No, nothing like that!" Keith quickly responded, looking genuinely alarmed. "I absolutely love the way we can all love each other, and I want to be able to keep doing that more than anything else!"
"Good," John nodded, "Because that's exactly how I feel, too, and I'm greatly relieved to hear you agree with me. So what, exactly, are you concerned about?"
"Uh, I guess, I mean about how everyone else is going to take it about us?" Keith explained.
"Ah, I see," John said, his face relaxing. "Well, for starters, I seriously doubt that either of the girls is going to have any serious issue. They're both every bit as bisexual as you and I. And, unless I misunderstood, it really looked like Melissa was consciously helping to bring Brad around to the idea."
"Huh! Yeah, I guess you're right about that," Keith mused thoughtfully. "All through today and last night, she seemed to be setting up chances for me to get closer and, well, more daring, with Brad. Which I really liked, you understand?" he quickly added.
"Yeah, I could tell that you did," John smiled, "And I'm glad. I am very impressed with the progress all of you have made in, shall we say, broadening Brad's horizons? So," he went on, "I can see two issues. One, Brad needs to come around to feeling like bisexuality in men is, if not something he really wants to enjoy much, at least something he's cool with. And I think he's pretty close to that point already, thanks to you. So I'll leave it up to you and the two girls to get him onboard with that. He really does admire you a great deal, you know."
"Really?" Keith asked, somewhat startled.
"Oh, definitely," John assured him. "He's showing all the signs of a serious case of hero-worship where you're concerned. He obviously thinks you're the epitome of cool, so if he thinks it's cool to be like you, that's all that's needed. No, it's actually Stephanie I'm more concerned about," he went on.
"Huh! She always seems like the most sexually adventurous of all of us," Keith remarked.
"Yes, that's generally true," the older man acknowledged with a rueful grin, "But she's not always fully connected in her feelings, either. It's one thing to accept her father as a lover, and that he is also a lover of Melissa, but she may very well have rather different feelings when it comes to sharing me with another man," and he gave Keith a meaningful glance to confirm that he considered his young lover to be a man. "I actually think she'll have much less problem with you being bisexual than with me. We'll just have to see. But if she does, I'll have a long talk with her. That will be my problem. Convincing Brad that bisexuality is cool will be yours. Deal?"
"Uh, yeah," Keith nodded thoughtfully before an impish expression crossed his face. "I've got a couple of ideas."
"I don't need to know the details," John laughed. "I trust you to handle it. And now," he said with a glance over at the bedside clock, "It's probably time we both got some sleep. Unless," he added with a slight leer, "You've got an alternative in mind?"
Keith blinked rapidly and realized that John's thinly veiled suggestion was already making his cock stir. "Um, actually," he said shyly.
"Yes?" John encouraged, his eyes beginning to glitter with renewed lust.
"I'd, well, I'd really like to suck you and taste you coming in my mouth," he blurted in a rush.
John gave a deep, throaty laugh. "Well, my love, then I guess that's what we should do. In fact," he went on as he heaved his body up and began to shift it on the bed, "I think it would be really nice if we both sucked each other's cocks. I've been dreaming about that for a week now."
"That- that would be great!" Keith grinned, scarcely able to believe his good fortune. "What do we do?"
"Easiest thing in the world," John explained. "You keep laying right like that, only turn on your side a little more...yep, just like that." The older man moved his body around so his huge prick, already stirring with renewed arousal, was even with Keith's face, "And then we suck each other at the same time. Sound like fun?"
"It sounds fantastic!" Keith enthused and eagerly grasped John's quickly growing member and folding his lips around the head. He sighed with deep, erotic pleasure as he felt John's lips engulf his prick and beginning to slurp noisily at it.
Keith's head was spinning in lascivious bliss – all his deepest, most secret fantasies were coming true. He was actually holding the cock of his grown up lover in his mouth and being allowed to suck and lick it as much as he wanted to. He threw himself into his task with passion, stuffing as much of the gigantic, rubbery head into his mouth as he could, then pausing to lick up and down the length of the shaft, coating it with slick saliva while relishing the texture and feel. He would then return his mouth the John's cock head while he used his hands to stroke up and down the still slippery shaft. He was soon rewarded by low grunts and moans of pleasure from John, letting him know his efforts were pleasing his older lover. And he absolutely adored the feeling of John's prick getting larger and harder in his hand and mouth.
At the same time, the sensations John was eliciting in Keith's cock with his lips, tongue, and fingers were rapidly causing his own organ to stiffen rapidly, as well as making his heart pound with excitement. He pulled his lips away from the massive head of John's cock long enough to gasp, "Ohhh! That feels incredible, John! I can't believe how much you turn me on!"
John gave a low chuckle in response and then, without warning, plunged his face forward and drove the entire length of Keith's rigid prick down his throat, holding it inside himself for several long seconds. Keith was delighted. He had already experienced being deep-throated from his mother, but the sensation was altogether different when John performed it on him. Though not as tight a fit as with his mother, it seemed all the more natural for it, as if his cock was perfectly designed and meant to be there. As soon as John pulled back to catch some badly needed breaths, Keith told him so.
"Oh, you like that, do you? I'm glad," John replied in a voice grown husky with arousal. "Then you might like this even more," he suggested before taking a deep breath and then sucking the entire length of Keith's iron-hard erection back down his throat. Only this time, he kept going and sucked the fourteen-year-old's balls into his mouth as well, sucking them in so much that his lips were pressed firmly against Keith's body.
"Ohhh, my God!" Keith groaned loudly. "I- I've never felt anything like that in my life! Hunghh! God! If you do that too many more times, I'm gonna' come big time! Especially if you shove your fingers up my ass at the same time," he hinted hoarsely.
"Oh, you mean like this?" John grunted once he had pulled his head back to breathe once more; he thrust two, then quickly three fingers up his young lover's slippery and still distended asshole and began to plunge them in and out in a slow, steady rhythm.
"Haaaaggghhhh!" Keith yelled as the erotic sensation threatened to completely overwhelm him. "Holy fuck, I can't believe how that feels!" As John once more sucked the entirety of Keith's package into his mouth, the boy could only gasp and moan.
Keith realized that an orgasm was beginning to build inside him in response to the extreme fellatio John was performing, and pulled his lips away from the older man's cock long enough to hastily search for and grab the tube of lubricant. He knew he needed to up the ante with what he was doing to John's cock if they were going to climax together, and was hoping that stroking the shaft with lube would be sufficiently pleasurable to make his older lover come quickly. He hurriedly squirted a large dollop of the slick gel onto his fingers and slathered it up and down the enormous extent of John's cock shaft.
John paused his expert cocksucking long enough to groan, "Ohhh, yess! That's really nice, love. I, um, you know I like fingers up my ass, too."
Feeling somewhat abashed that he hadn't thought of it himself, Keith gasped, "Of course you do, love," and quickly squirted a lot more slippery gel onto his fingers before reaching around John's body to thrust his hand into the man's anal crevice, probing until he located his anus. The instant he pressed against it with a slick finger, John instantly relaxed his sphincter, encouraging Keith to enter him. Keith plunged his finger deeply into John's rectum without hesitation and, feeling that there was still sufficient room, soon added a second and then a third finger.
"Oh, my God!" John groaned with pleasure. "Do you know how long it's been since I've had anyone inside me? Do it, lover. Fuck my ass! Fuck it hard! God! I needed this so bad!"
Needing no further encouragement, Keith began to thrust his fingers in and out of John's willing asshole, plunging them easily up to the palm. With his other hand he ardently stroked the length of the man's cock his lips and mouth weren't able to encompass, reveling in the slick way the skin of John's prick slithered under his fingers. John grunted with audible pleasure when Keith pressed firmly down into the base of his lover's cock, so he began to add that with every stroke. At the same time he lovingly explored every bit of the head of John's gargantuan prick, sliding his tongue around the rim of the bell head, thrusting as deeply as he could into the piss hole, and continually trying to push ever more of it into his mouth and down his throat.
Keith was by this time in a near frenzy of sexual excitement, his head swimming in a lust-filled fog as his heart thudded in his chest. This experience was more than he had ever even fantasized about. He could feel the climax approaching and a fresh load of jism starting to boil up from his balls. As much as he really wanted to hold off until John came as well, the sensations his lover was producing with his fingers filling Keith's ass and his mouth continually engulfing the entire mass of Keith's cock and balls were driving him inexorably to a gut-wrenching orgasm, and he could no more stop its onslaught than he could have stood against a hurricane.
Keith managed to gasp a hoarse, grunted warning, "I- I'm coming!" and felt John nod in acknowledgment, followed by John releasing Keith's cock and balls from deep within his throat and instead flicking the sensitive head of Keith's prick furiously with his tongue. It was such a moment of sweet agony that for one second Keith felt as if he were suspended in time, the entire universe holding its breath.
And then Keith's tortured cock and balls would be denied no longer, and his dick exploded with jet after jet of his thick cream into John's waiting mouth. Every bit of his consciousness seemed to shrink down to the tip of his throbbing prick as he emptied himself into his lover, feeling John eagerly swallowing each new gobbet of jism as it shot out of Keith's rhythmically pulsing cock. His orgasm seemed to last forever, each new spasm forcing him to grunt with exquisite pleasure and relief.
But even before his ejaculations faded away, Keith resumed his vigorous reaming of John's ass with his fingers and the now-frantic stroking of his lover's prick with his hand, lips, and tongue. He was determined to let the man experience the same amazing feelings that John had given him, and he was desperately eager to taste and swallow John's semen right from its source.
Realizing that John's anus was now so stretched and relaxed that his three fingers were encountering virtually no resistance, Keith added a fourth finger and plunged his hand and palm viciously into John's bowels. The effect was immediate – Keith could feel John's balls begin to pull up and press against his hand on its downstroke along the man's massive shaft, and he knew it would not be long now. Throwing caution to the winds, Keith laid his thumb alongside the other fingers and pushed firmly but steadily into John's tightly stretched ass, feeling his entire hand suddenly plunge into the man's rectum with a slick sound.
John groaned loudly, but whether in pain or pleasure Keith couldn't tell. The man's lips were still fastened tightly around Keith's oozing prick, greedily suckling it to get every last drop of his young lover's come, so he said nothing about being fisted in his ass without warning or prior consultation. But then Keith felt the head of John's cock swell impossibly in his mouth and an instant later, Keith's mouth was completely full of thick, pungent semen. Delighted, Keith swallowed furiously, trying to keep ahead of the torrent of gooey come that threatened to overwhelm him.
Despite his best attempts at containing it, some of John's jism squirted out from around the edges of his lips and oozed down his cheeks and chin, but Keith was too far into his own personal heaven to care. This! This was what he had been hoping and praying for, almost as if his entire life was leading up to this moment. All he knew was that this experience was one of the most important ones of his life, and that he now fully knew and accepted what he was.
And he also knew that he wanted to keep sucking John's cock and swallowing his come forever. For a while, it seemed like he would get the chance. The supply of come in John's cock seemed inexhaustible as jet after thick, ropy jet of it disgorged into Keith's gullet. He kept swallowing and swallowing yet there always seemed to be more. He had never dreamed that a man could shoot so much come, and he could actually feel his stomach getting full.
But eventually, the flow of semen from John's cock ceased, despite Keith's dogged efforts to suck every last drop from it, milking the shaft with his fingers to force it all up and into his eagerly waiting mouth. He pulled his head back from John's prick at the same time as the older man released his fierce grip on Keith's deflating member. Any concerns that Keith might have had about going too far and actually fisting his lover's ass were quickly assuaged when he heard John begin to chuckle, and then starting a hoarse, breathless laugh.
"Oh, my fucking God!" John croaked. "Keith, that was amazing! I haven't come that hard since, well, actually since the second time Stephanie and I fucked, but," he hastened to add, "Don't be jealous. This was every bit as mind-blowing. How are you doing, my love?" he asked, propping himself up on an elbow to regard his fourteen-year-old paramour.
"I've honestly never been better in my life!" Keith enthused, grinning from ear to ear. "Thank you so much. You just made about every fantasy I've ever had come true and then some. And I can't believe how much come you shoot! I think I actually spoiled my appetite for breakfast. Only," he frowned, "Are you really okay about me fisting you?"
John's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Is that what you did? I knew there was a lot of you inside me, but it just felt so damned good I didn't really pay attention. All I know is, it made me come like crazy, and it still feels fantastic to have you inside me. Just stay like that for a little longer, okay?"
"Sure, love," Keith nodded, inordinately pleased that his impulse had turned out to be a good one. "Though I kinda' think both our asses are going to be pretty sore tomorrow. Uh, today, I guess," he amended after glancing at the clock.
John sighed. "Yep, the alarm is going to be brutal when it comes. You know," he added almost shyly, "I was going to insist that you go back to your own bed to avoid any complications if Brad – or, I guess – Stephanie saw you walking out of here in the morning. But right now I'm just too happy and too much in love with you to care. I just want you to stay right there and to fall asleep with your cock in my mouth and your hand up inside me like this. That okay with you?"
"Oh, John, it sure is!" Keith blurted. "You've made me incredibly happy, and I actually don't ever want to be away from you again. Yeah, I know," he hastened to add when he saw John about to respond, "I have to share you with everyone else, and I'm totally cool with that. I just want you to know that what I have with you is, well, it's just really special, that's all."
"Why, what a lovely thing to say, Keith," John answered in a voice thick with emotion. "I feel the same way about you, though I don't love the others any less."
"Yeah, me either," Keith agreed. "If you're ready, I think I can reach the light without pulling out of you."
"Do it then, my beautiful lover," John answered softly. "And thank you for accepting me fully for who and what I am."
"Likewise, my love," Keith answered earnestly as he stretched his body to flick off the bedside lamp. "I'll never forget this moment as long as I live."
"Me either," John assured him in the dark before his lips closed around Keith's now flaccid prick and suckled it gently.
"Good night, my true love," Keith murmured before he, too, wrapped his lips around John's now somewhat diminished manhood and snuggled in closer to the man's body. Within seconds, both men fell into a deep and very happy sleep.