Date: Wed, 24 Dec 2014 14:24:47 -0700 From: Kenneth Anthony Subject: Boyd Family 6 The following is presented as fantasy. In this fantasy world, STI's do not exist. You live in reality, plan accordingly. Similarities to real people, living or dead, is coincidental. * ~ * ~ * Amanda and Mary walked into the living room to find their boyfriends in the throes of passion. Aaron was balls deep in his brother as they kissed passionately on the couch. Mary stopped short and stared at the two brothers with shock on her face. Amanda quickly grabbed her hand and pulled her up the stairs to the bedroom. "Come on, it's fashion show time." "But that was my boyfriend fucking your boyfriend," Mary started to say. "And whose boyfriend was it that fucked you in the store?" Amanda asked. Mary flushed with excitement and embarrassment. "But they're brothers!" "They are hot brothers, otherwise they wouldn't be able to land two hot chick like us." As if demonstrating her point, Amanda was standing there naked picking out which pair of underwear to show off to Kevin, and apparently Aaron as well. Mary stared at her. She was hot. She was beautiful. Mary reached out and pulled Amanda's head to hers for a passionate kiss before quickly stripping and donning a sexy pair of panties and matching bra. When both girls were ready they descended the stairs and walked to the living room. The brothers were now sitting on the couch side-by-side, still naked though. At the sight of the women in their new purchases, the semi-soft matching cocks of the brothers began to rise. Kevin gave a whistle and Amanda trotted over to sit on the ottoman in front of him. "I have another surprise for you, baby," she purred as she slipped her finger beneath her panties and fingered her cum-filled hole. Kevin's eyes widened slightly and he pulled her hand out and sucked on her fingers. "You're so good to me, honey," he said as he started to pull the panties off her. Aaron looked at Mary standing nervously at the door, and saw Amanda flash a mischievous grin. "What about you, sweetheart? Any surprises for me in those sexy panties?" Mary nervously walked over to the ottoman and sat down. She tried to glance at Amanda for encouragement and support, but Amanda was writhing on her back while Kevin ate Bill's cum from her pussy. Kevin looked up and saw Mary sitting there nervously, panties still on, and exclaimed, "Oh for god's sake, if she won't share with you, big brother, I will." He passionately kissed his brother, shoving a mouthful of cum rescued from Amanda's slit onto Aaron's tongue. The sight of the gorgeous naked brothers making out while the beautiful Amanda lay next to her with her breasts heaving as she panted broke the last thread of Mary's resistance. She yanked her panties off and cried out for Aaron. Aaron broke the kiss with his brother and went down on his girlfriend. Kevin slid his cock into Amanda's pussy and then leaned over to kiss Mary. "Welcome to the family." Amanda glanced over at Mary and down at Aaron before commenting "Told you he'd eat it up." The girls broke out in laughter that the boys would get explanations for later. Right now the important thing was the two hot girls, the two hot boys, the two sloppy wet pussies, and the two hard cocks. Mary turned her head and joined Amanda and Kevin's kiss. Aaron brought his head up and smiled at the sight. His college girlfriend was making out with his brother and his girlfriend, who had both been Aaron's lovers the past few weeks. It almost didn't get any better than this. Almost, but he would save adding mom into the mix until Mary was a more entrenched member of their little group. His girlfriend smacking him on the chest yanked him out of his reverie. "Put your fucking dick in me, before I get your brother step in for you." "Hmm, my pleasure," Kevin laughed, pulling out of Amanda. He shoved his brother out of the way and sank his cock into his brother's girlfriend. "Not that you can tell the difference," Amanda chimed in, "They've both got practically the same cock. Come here Aaron, don't want you left out." "Not right now, Amanda, if you want that hot pussy taken care of you're going to have to talk to your boyfriend or my girlfriend. Right now I've got something to finish with my brother, since we got interrupted last time." Kevin grunted as his brother slid back into his ass, pushing him deeper into his brother's girlfriend. With one hand he reached out to caress Amanda but she slapped his hand away. "No, no, no. You ditched me! You owe me an apology before you get any of this. Besides, we've got a Grade-A pussy licker here, boys, and I haven't had my pussy eaten the right way in weeks!" She straddled Mary's face, and Mary wasted no time going to town on her new friend's tasty pussy. Kevin pulled her in for a kiss, soft and gentle to apologize for pulling out before he came, then forcefully and passionate to remind her how he felt about her. She returned both, and then smiled at him. Aaron watched and they all knew that the joking and teasing had been just that. "Boys I - ," Margaret walked into the living room stopping short at the sight of the orgy on her ottoman. "Boys! What if I had been your father! And no drop cloths down? Do you think I want to explain to nice company why there are sex stains on my ottoman! March your happy asses up to your room and finish this fuckfest in a bed like proper young gentlemen. Jesus Christ, you'll have these girls thinking I raised a couple of heathens!" Mary was so mortified by the fact that her boyfriend's mother had interrupted their orgy that she didn't pay much attention to the admonishments, just the tone. She was too embarrassed to move, even when Kevin pulled out of her and Amanda started to get up. She did her best to cover herself, but gave up when she realized the futility. She sacrificed her body's modesty for her face, and covered it with both hands. Because of that she missed the passionate kisses the brothers gave their mother on the way up to their room, but she peeked out when Margaret said "Well?" while looking at Amanda. Amanda squealed her delight and pressed her naked body against Margaret and kissed her deeply. Margaret then smacked Amanda on the butt as she ran after the boys. "You must be Mary. Hell of a way for those three to introduce us. I swear I didn't raise my boys to be so rude. Just listen, honey, you tell them `no' if they take things too far, and if they don't listen to you, you come talk to me. They aren't so old that I can't still bend `em over my knee if I have to. Now go have fun." Margaret gently kissed Mary's forehead then smacked her ass as she moved toward the stairs. Mary might not quite be used to the way this family showed love, but there was no denying the love they felt. When she got to the room, the other three were sitting there waiting for her reaction to what had happened downstairs. She looked from Aaron to Kevin and back again before commenting. "God, you two are just not having any luck with Kevin getting fucked today, are you? Maybe God's trying to tell you it should be the other way around?" The laughter that followed broke the tension, and the orgy that followed that was everything it should have been for the two couples. * ~ * ~ * Margaret was drawing a bath for herself when she realized that she'd left her magazine on the coffee table. She trotted down the stairs to retrieve it without bothering to throw on a robe. She walked into the living room just as Kevin's friend Tristan slipped in the back door. For a moment they stared at each other without speaking, then as nonchalantly as she could she informed him that Kevin want home at the moment but that he was welcome to wait. She picked up her magazine and retreated to the bathroom. She purposefully left the door ajar and watched the mirror as she sat in the tub. Sure enough Tristan was soon peeking through the door, watching her bathe. She soaked a little while longer, pretending to read her magazine. Finally she set it aside and stretched in the tub. "Tristan, honey," she said causally, "my rose-scented soap is sitting right there on the counter, could you be a doll and fetch it for me?" He was so startled, that when he jumped he knocked the door open wider, revealing his whole body to her gaze. His muscular frame was still covered by his baseball uniform, and as her eyes swept downward she prayed that he wasn't wearing a cup. She wanted all of that impressive budge to be him. She simply watched him stand there and waited for him to remember what she had asked him, but she wasn't going to make it easy. Her breasts were floating on the surface of the water and she was moving slightly so that her nipples would break the surface before sliding back into the warm water. The constant temperature changes had her nipples hard, like two diamonds. Finally, but with agonizing slowness, he began to move forward. When he turned to the counter Margaret found a new appreciation of baseball pants. His tight jock butt looked amazing to her. He picked up the bar on the counter and turned to her, for the first time gazing at her directly instead of her reflection. He was so nervous he dropped the soap and it landed between her breasts. They both watched as it slid down her body and disappeared between her legs. Margaret traced the soap's path with her finger, and retrieved it from where it was now wedged under her. As she pulled it up, she parted her folds with the corner, striking her clit. She moaned and arched her back slightly. She then lifted the soap out of the water and set it on the edge of the tub between them, making sure to brush the front of Tristan's pants on the way. So what if she had to go out of her way to do it. The touch revealed to her that while he may have been wearing a jockstrap, there was nothing inside it with him. It also snapped him out of his soap trance and he brought this eyes up to meet hers. Margaret was shocked by the lust she saw burning in those eyes, because it was the first time she'd seen it unguarded. She'd known for some time that Tristan was attracted to her, but never realized the heat and depth of that attraction. Her body reacted by sending a surge of heat and moisture to her core. "Perhaps you should loosen those pants before you burst out of them." "M-m-missus B?" She brought herself to her knees and reached for his belt. He just stood there. Quickly undoing his pants she pushed them down to his knees along with the jock strap. What she found underneath made her gasp. She was suddenly face to, well, face with the biggest cock she'd ever seen in her life. A bead of precum appeared at the tip and she lunged forward while pulling him toward her. As she captured his head in her mouth, more precum flowed into her. She swallowed it and dug the tip of her tongue into his piss slit for more. She was not disappointed. As best she could she mentally prepared herself and sank her mouth down on his impressive shaft. She hoped her experience with James, Kevin and Aaron would help her out, but Tristan's combined length and thickness stopped her about halfway down. Halfway was apparently good for him though because he groaned and shot his load directly down her throat. "Oh God, Missus B," me moaned as he shot, holding her head in place. He didn't need to bother because she wasn't going anywhere, but she mouth was too busy to tell him that at the moment. When he finished unloading, he let her go and she gently let him slip out of her mouth. "Tristan, when your cock is lodged in my throat and you're coating my tonsils with cum, you can call me Margaret. Or Mom." Blood surged back into his dick and it started its slow majestic rise upward again. She rose out of the tub and lead him toward her bed. He took two shuffle steps forward before he remembered to kick his pants off. By the time he reached the bedroom he was naked. They spent the next several hours exploring each other's bodies. When they were done, she could get about three quarters of the way down his cock, he'd picked up some of the finer points of eating pussy, and she had two loads dripping out of her; they'd both completely forgotten that he had originally come over to see Kevin. Kenneth Anthony "A life lived in fear is a life half lived" Please donate to support Nifty and keep our source of material. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Kenneth Anthony "A life lived in fear is a life half lived"