Date: Sun, 12 Aug 2012 19:10:37 -0700 (PDT) From: Sweet Jane Subject: Melissa, Scott & Greg: Part 2 This story contains explicit descriptions of consensual sexual activity and is not suitable for reading by anyone under the age of 18 or anyone offended by reading such material. Also, it depicts incest and sex with someone who is underage. Let me assure all readers that *those* activities exist only in my dirty mind, happily relegated to the realm of fantasy ONLY. I would never engage in such activities in real life, nor do I encourage anyone else to do so. The story takes place in a fictional universe! Feedback is greatly appreciated, critical or otherwise. Flames will be deleted. Did reading this make you cum? Feel free to write and tell me all about it. That's my favorite feedback of all. :-) We laid there for quite a while, not saying much, just copping the occasional feel and making out a little. I didn't want Melissa to feel left out, but I was really intrigued by kissing Scott. I'd never been with another man, and my most secret fantasies had always been bisexual in nature, but I figured that once I was married, I'd never have a chance to make them come true. If I'd only known, I thought, biting Scott's lower lip, then thrusting my tongue in his mouth for him to suck. Being a good host, I eventually got up and went back into the house, got some beers out of the refrigerator, and brought them outside. By that time, my wife had stripped off her clothes, and she and her brother had jumped into the pool. I joined them, using the stairs instead of making a big splash, being careful not to spill the open beer I'd brought with me. My wife and I sometimes swam naked together, usually as a prelude to a hot evening, but it was even more exciting with her brother as a guest. As Melissa floated on her back in the middle of the water, I set my beer down, and Scott and I went to her and fondled her together. My dick began to rise yet again, and so did Scott's, as we squeezed her tits and ass cheeks, plunged fingers in and out of her pussy, rubbed her asshole, and occasionally tugged on each other's balls under the water. We could feel her getting wet again, and then we could taste it as we took turns leaning down, lifting her hips, and giving her pussy long, wet licks. Tasting of pussy, Scott and I kissed each other again. I explored his cock with my right hand as I used my left to finger my wife. I finally had the presence of mind to notice that he was pretty damn big - bigger than I was, even, and eight inches is nothing to sneeze at. He was probably at least ten, but just so I could get a good look, I led Scott toward the side of the pool and asked him to hop up. He did, and I wrapped my hand around his dick, jacking him until he reached full hardness. Damn. I was right - he had to be ten inches, cut like me, with a shaft that stuck straight upward, ending in a big, purple, mushroomy head. His balls were large, hanging low and hairy, and I used my other hand to cup them and roll them around. Before I knew it, my head wasn't far at all from Scott's dick . . . and then I was licking a drop of pre-cum from the head. And then it was in my mouth. Scott moaned, and Melissa told me to suck her brother's cock, and I did it with enthusiasm - steadily licking the underside of his shaft, applying serious (but not painful) suction, and playing with his balls. I was surprised at how easy this was, sucking dick. It was my first time, of course; the day was full of firsts, but I just treated him as I liked to be treated, and from the feeling of Scott's cock pulsing in my mouth, I was doing well. My own cock was rock hard by this point, too. Melissa had stopped floating, stood behind me in the water, and started rubbing my asshole, pushing a finger in as my head bobbed up and down on her brother. This is how we were - Scott sitting on the side of the pool, legs dangling in the water, his dick jammed in my mouth, my wife fingering my ass - when the back gate squeaked and swung open. Everyone stopped in their tracks when our neighbors came into view. Standing there in apparent confusion were 15-year-old Danny, the kid who sometimes mowed our lawn. Two steps behind stood his mother, Amy. Suddenly, everything was confusion. Melissa splashed into the water to cover herself, and I tried frantically to hide behind Scott, but he was fumbling ridiculously with his huge dripping cock, trying absurdly to conceal it with his hands, as Amy started stammering that they'd tried knocking around front and had decided to try the back door, since the gate was open. We stuttered that it was okay, really, this wasn't what it looked like, I'd just go get a towel and grab that ten bucks we owed her son - and through it all, Danny just sported a big grin. Something else on him was pretty big, too, actually, which I discovered as he trotted over to my brother-in-law. "That's the biggest cock I've ever seen!" he exclaimed, completely without shyness. "Mom, Dad's not even that big!" In his confusion, Scott allowed his dick to be grabbed and examined by the boy. Amy tried to stop him, but it wasn't happening. He excitedly fondled all of Scott's junk, announcing that his Dad's had *seemed* that big the first time he'd bent Danny over and fucked him, but he wondered just how *this* one could possibly fit up his tight teenage ass. Spontaneously, Scott let out a loud groan and began shooting cum all over Danny's enthusiastic hands. Scott's eyes fearfully met Amy's, but she didn't look angry, just worried. "Listen," she said, "he's not - he doesn't know what he's saying. We're not - I mean we don't . . ." She tried to get her bearings, but my wife interrupted her. "Amy, this is my brother Scott. He's been playing around with Greg and me all morning. We don't have anything against family sex," she reassured Amy. "And from the looks of it, Scott's cool with you both," she said, gesturing toward the large load her brother had churned out. Here's where I make another confession: I'd always thought Danny was smoking hot. I have a thing for teenage boys. Not the girls, really; I appreciated women more when they got closer to my age . . . but teenage boys were just special. Those broadening shoulders, the gangly limbs, the permanently hard cocks tenting out loose shorts whenever the wind blew just right. Danny was getting tall; he'd just had a growth spurt this past year, and he stood at almost six feet. He had large hands and a hairless chest, light brown hair that was alternately spiky or shaggy, depending on his level of patience for gel that day, and he usually wore only a pair of basketball shorts and sneakers when he'd come by to do the mowing. I loved watching him through the upstairs windows, walking back and forth, getting sweaty in the heat. On a couple of occasions, I saw him stop mowing, take a step or two back, look cautiously at the house . . . then whip out his dick, hook his shorts under his balls, and let loose with a heavy piss stream all over the grass in front of him. He seemed to enjoy it; he'd usually go hands-free, stretching his arms above his head and arching his back as the yellow liquid splashed at his feet. Then he'd shake off - more than necessary, I thought - and stuff his half-hard cock back into his shorts, resuming his duties. I'd been daydreaming, staring right at Danny's crotch, when I realized that someone had asked me a question. "Huh?" I asked, and Melissa giggled, knowing exactly what I'd been up to. "Stop ogling the boy for a minute and help me convince Amy that we'd really like her and her son to join us today," said my wife. She had her arm around Amy's waist and a hand up her loose white t-shirt, where she'd obviously been pinching Amy's nipples. Amy was gasping and moaning a little, but she looked unsure as to whether she should reach for Melissa and fondle her back. My cock, already at attention, twitched at the hot action before me. "It's all right, Amy," I said. "We really would love for you to play with us. See how much Melissa likes you?" I stepped forward and took Amy's hand gently, then brought it forward to my wife's dripping pussy. They both moaned at this, and Amy continued stroking my wife's wet lips and clit on her own. I stood behind her and squeezed her ass cheeks in both my hands, looking over at Scott and now-naked Danny, who were making out and probing each other's assholes while rubbing their dicks together. Unbelievably, Scott was already hard again. I reached up Amy's shorts and found her pussy lips. Like her son, she'd worn no underwear, and she seemed unusually wet - even sticky. My dick throbbed. I stopped playing long enough to show my fingers to my wife. "Look, Liss," I said. "She's really sticky. I bet Danny had his big teenage dick in her before they came over. Is that true, Amy?" "Yes," she gasped. "Danny . . . mmmm . . . he started licking my pussy while I was bending over to pick something up in the living room. And I got so hot that he stopped after about thirty seconds and shoved his cock in my wet pussy." She was really moaning now. "It was so good! We came so fast. His cum is still inside me." I knelt down on the concrete then and started licking her pussy, really pushing my tongue into her hole, getting a taste of their combined cum. Amy writhed and moaned, bucking on my tongue as my wife continued to play with her nipples. Her shirt had been stripped off by now, and I could see just how petite my neighbor really was. She was just over five feet tall and rather thin - thinner than I usually liked - but she was fun, and hey, how often do you find a family fuckfest right next door? I'd take it! Between Amy's legs, I could see that Scott had taken a step away from Danny and was holding the seven-inch cock in his hand. Before I knew what they were doing, I saw Danny start peeing, spraying my brother-in-law with a thick yellow stream, drenching Scott's hips, dick, and balls with his piss. Scott had apparently found the pink panties he'd been wearing before, because they were in his hand. A few seconds after Danny started peeing, Scott pinched off the flow and helped Danny step into the satin, which he promptly started drenching as soon as they were pulled up around his hips. By now, Melissa had also knelt on the concrete, and she had started licking Amy's pussy from the front, sucking on her clit and making her almost scream. I stood up, left them, and went toward Danny and Scott then. I had to pee again, so I aimed my dick both of theirs and just let loose. Moving back and forth, I pissed on Scott and Danny in turn, alternately drenching skin and panties, and when the flow stopped, we leaned in and kissed each other in a hot three-way tongue fuck. It wasn't long before the guys and I wound up naked on the airbed, still wet with our pee from before, with Danny's hot teen cock in my mouth and Scott's big ten-incher jammed up my ass. Yeah, he was my first man, but I'd been secretly practicing on myself for years with a huge dildo I'd ordered online. He'd been kind enough to let me get used to him after popping that huge dickhead into my tight asshole, but once he got going, he long-dicked me slowly, hitting my prostate. Amy and Melissa had wound up in a 69 on the concrete next to us. A few minutes in, Amy stopped licking my wife's pussy, got a look of concentration on her face, and drowned Melissa's pretty face in a golden shower without warning. My wife moaned and kept licking our neighbor as Amy leaned forward and resumed tongue-fucking my wife, who also managed to dribble out some piss onto Amy's tongue. The sight of them, plus the stimulation of Scott's giant member rubbing against my prostate, finally brought me over the edge again. Rubbing lightly against the air mattress underneath me, my cock twitched, throbbed, and began squirting shot after shot of cum. My ass contracted around Scott's cock, and he buried himself inside me to the hilt, pumping me full of his hot load. Then, as I reached up and tugged on his balls, Danny went off in my mouth, his voice cracking as he moaned, and I received my first taste of salty sperm right from the source. Amy and Melissa had cum, too, squealing and moaning. Amy was a squirter, it turned out, and she had thoroughly drenched my wife's face and hair when her pussy contracted. We were so involved in our activities that we didn't hear the back gate open again, but instead of being scared when Amy's husband Paul walked in, we were all happy to see him. Danny had found a little time to text him and tell him what was going on. Apparently he had the day off work, because he came right over, shirtless, his hard dick tenting out a pair of khaki shorts and leading the way.