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"Come on, Fin!" Veed urged. "You're almost there!"
I strained, my abdomen tight and painful and my face red with effort. Sweat streamed off of me and I wanted to stop but I was so close! The grass prickled my back and butt as I struggled and the sun beat down upon me. It would have been so easy to just give up but I had to do this for Veed. I refused to stop until I made it.
One more. Just one more.
I gave it all of my energy and with a grunt of triumph I finished! I fell back to the grass utterly exhausted.
"Yes!" Veed crowed. "One hundred sit-ups! I knew you could do it, Fin!"
I sucked in breath as Ronnie and Hawley jumped up and down in celebration. It was the very first time in the month I had been doing daily exercise with them that I had been able to meet one of Mr. A's challenges. At first I was pitiful, unable to perform physical tasks that even little Hawley could do with ease, but now I was finally getting into something resembling the shape the other kids were in.
"Excellent, Finley Cooper!" Mr. A said. "You are no longer a soft American. You are a strong, fit honorary Swede!"
The big naked man beamed down from what seemed like several stories in the air. His approval was almost as much reward as what Veed had promised me later in bed. It was only slightly disconcerting that from this angle his cock looked about two feet long.
"Unfortunately," Mr. A went on, "tomorrow your abdominal muscles will be very sore. But even this is good. You must tear apart your muscle fibers so that they will grow together again stronger! Soon one hundred sit-ups will be, as you say, a piece of cake."
"Thanks, Mr. A," I huffed, still out of breath.
"Fin!" Mrs. A's voice came from the house. "Your mother is on the phone for you!"
Exhaustion forgotten, I jumped up and dashed inside. I was so used to being nude by then that I barely registered my dick and balls flapping back and forth. I took the handset from Mrs. A and breathlessly said, "Mom?"
"Hello Fin," she said, more love and kindness in her voice than I could ever remember. "How are you, Honey?"
"I'm great Mom," I said. "Veed and Mr. A are teaching me football — you know, soccer — and we're working out every day and I'm getting really strong! Wait till you see me!"
"Are you getting all muscular and athletic?" she asked in a teasing voice. "Will I even recognize my little boy?"
"Aw Mom," I said. "I'm still your little boy."
"And you always will be, Honey," she said. "no matter what happens."
In retrospect that sounded rather ominous but in the moment I let it pass.
"How are you feeling, Mom?" I asked. "Are you getting ready to come home in two more weeks?"
"Um, sure," she said, again sounding a little weird. "It's going fine, Fin, but actually I called to tell you something."
"You sound serious," I said.
"Yes, Honey. It's not exactly good news, but I think it's necessary and I've been expecting it."
"What is it, Mom?" I asked, suddenly scared.
"Your father has filed for divorce, Fin," she said. "I'm not going to fight it. We're splitting up, Honey, and your father is not going to come home."
Fear welled up in my chest and I stood holding the phone and breathing heavily. I wished I had a session with Dr. A right about then.
"What's the matter, Fin?" Mom asked.
"Will I... will I have to..."
I fell silent again. Five seconds passed.
"What is it, Honey? I promise you can tell me and I won't get mad."
"I know you won't get mad," I said. "I'm not worried about you. It's Dad."
"Fin?" Mom prompted. "What about Dad?"
"I, um, know this kid at school, Tyler Fleming. His parents got a divorce and now it's real bad for him. He has to spend every other weekend at his Dad's crummy little apartment and they never have any fun at all because his Dad doesn't have any money. They don't go out to eat or go to the movies or even play catch in the park. He says he sits there all weekend watching basic cable while his Dad drinks smelly booze."
I thought I heard a stifled giggle.
Mom cleared her throat. "I'm sorry," she said, sounding contrite. "I shouldn't laugh about such things. I just pictured your father in a crappy little apartment drinking cheap bourbon from Walmart. That won't happen, Fin, because your Dad makes good money. He'll settle somewhere nice."
Whether it was a nice apartment or not wasn't the point but I didn't say anything.
"It must be terrible for poor Tyler though," she added. "I hope you're a good friend to him and try to help him."
"I do, Mom," I said. "He's a nice boy."
And fucking cute, too, I didn't say out loud.
"Are you worried about having to spend time with your father, Fin?" Tears welled up before I could even answer.
"Yes," I said. "Please don't make me spend the whole weekend alone with him."
"Don't worry, Fin," she said. "You definitely won't have to do that. In fact... Well, I was a little hesitant to tell you this part because I thought it might hurt your feelings, but your father is not asking for custody. In fact, he wants to formally give up his parental rights. He doesn't want either one of us anymore, Fin."
I felt rejected and relieved at the same time. All this time Mom had been in therapy I thought if Mom got better and Dad got better it could all work out and the three of us could really be that happy little family Mom talked about. But the truth was my father didn't want to work things out.
He just wanted out.
Mom was saying something about the divorce settlement Dad had proposed but I wasn't really listening. My mind was too busy swirling over the news.
"...so as long as I don't fight him on splitting the proceeds from the house he'll pay child support and help with college. Oh, shoot Fin. They're telling me my phone time is up. I've gotta go, but it was sure nice talking to you, Honey. I love you."
"I love you too, Mom."
I was actually glad that she had to get off the phone — residents only got fifteen minutes a day for phone calls — and I needed a moment to think. Her "I love you" sounded sincere, so that was something at least.
"Fin, do you need to talk?" Mrs. A gently asked. I only nodded and let her direct me down the hallway by the shoulder.
I had gotten used to her dark, professional-looking office. We'd had three private sessions by then focusing partly on being separated from my mother but mainly about how I'd felt all those years that my parents were, as Dr. A put it, "psychologically abusive" to me. She also touched a few times on my sexuality, whether I was truly gay or still figuring it out. I always said I was still figuring it out despite being pretty sure in my own mind that I was. I guess I was keeping my options open. Dr. A kept saying that there are no rules; that I can like boys, girls, both or kangaroos. She said I can be whatever I truly feel that I am, as long as I'm honest with myself.
I think she was kidding about the kangaroos.
I had also gotten used to doing our sessions in the nude. Her bare tits no longer intimidated me and in fact I rather liked seeing them. They were comforting somehow, reminding me of how she held my face to them that time and made me feel instantly better. I hadn't touched them since but often wanted to.
Dr. A opened a drawer and pulled out a butt-towel for each of us. I had unthinkingly sat directly on the leather couch once and been gently reprimanded, and I was just as glad since the leather stuck to my ass.
"How do you feel, Fin, about your father's decision?"
Of course she already knew. Obviously my Mom would have told her first.
"I'm not sure," I said. "I kind of feel two ways at the same time. Part of me is glad that I won't have to be afraid of him anymore, but part of me feels real bad because he hates me so much."
I felt tears welling up yet again. I didn't know where the tears kept coming from. Surely I had to run dry at some point.
The tears spilled onto my cheeks. "Am I such a bad kid?" I cried. "Why doesn't my Daddy want me?"
"Oh, Fin," Dr. A said in all sympathy, instantly becoming Mrs. A again. She came around the desk and sat next to me on the couch, butt-towel be damned, and pulled me into her embrace.
At least I got my face against her tits again.
"It isn't you, Fin," she soothed. "You're a wonderful boy. I love—
With my ear against her chest I actually heard her swallow hard.
"I love your kindness and generosity," she began again, "and your loving nature. I love the way you love my son. I think you two are very good for each other."
"I do love him," I said.
"Yes, and he loves you too," she said. "You are very lovable, Fin. Your mother and father each have their own problems that have nothing to do with you. It's the idea of parenthood, not you specifically. I haven't counseled your father so I can only speculate about him, but your mother says she thinks the world of you. That's one reason she feels so guilty, having treated you so badly when you clearly didn't deserve it. She says she thinks of herself as a monster for what she did to you."
I pushed away and looked at Dr. A in shock.
"A monster? No! I don't want her to think that!"
She smiled. "And that's exactly what we all see in you, Fin. A sweet, loving boy who forgives his mother just because he's too kind to hate her."
It was slightly uncomfortable sitting on the rough wooden bench of the picnic table over on our patio. I adjusted my bare butt a smidgen and it was better. We kids had chosen this spot to talk because the sun was really hot and the table had an umbrella.
"She sounded really good," I said. "I think she's feeling better."
"That's great, Fin," Veed said. "Sucks about the divorce, though."
"I don't know," I said. "Maybe it's better this way."
"My friend Wendy's parents got divorced last year," Ronnie said, "and they were all mean to each other and yelling on the phone and her Mom would come home from meetings at the lawyer's office and be all upset and mad the whole rest of the day. That went on for, like, six months."
"It sounds awful," I said. "I don't think mine are going to be like that. Mom said she wouldn't fight it and I guess my Dad is being pretty nice about it too. Mom just has to let him give me up — you know, like legally — and split something called 'proceeds' from the house."
"Uh-oh," Ronnie said. "Wendy's parents fought like crazy over those. It means the money they get from selling the house."
"They're going to sell the house?"
Oh shit!
"But... but..." The implication crashed into my mind like a mad bull and Veed was right there with me.
"If they sell the house will you and your Mom have to move?"
The poor kid was on the brink of tears and I felt instantly sorry for him but at the same time incredibly gratified that the thought of losing me upset him so. But it also meant I was finding my true love and losing him at the same time. It felt like somebody hit my heart with a baseball bat.
"But you can't go away!" Veed cried, tears on his cheeks now too. "You just can't! I love you!"
We were on opposite sides of the table so we both had to get up in order to run into each other's arms. We didn't kiss, just clutched each other for dear life. We both sobbed on the other's shoulder.
"If you move away I'll run away from home and find you," Veed announced with deathly sincerity. I pushed back to arms length and looked him straight in the eyes.
"No you will not!" I commanded in a tone not to be fucked with. "You're ten years old, Veed. How are you going to live out there by yourself? Besides, your family is great! I can't let you give them up on account of me. I'd feel guilty for the rest of my life!"
We hugged again and this time my eyes were open so I could see Ronnie and Hawley both openly crying. We all cried and sobbed for a minute until Ronnie sniffed back her tears and wiped her face.
"We don't even know for sure that you're going to move away," she said, still sobbing. "Maybe we're getting all upset for nothing."
"You can't sell a house and keep living in it, Ronnie," I said, trying not to sound too bitter. She only wanted to help, after all.
"Why don't you ask Mama?" Hawley asked, settling down finally after some really hard crying. "She knows all about grownup stuff."
"Great idea, Hawley!" Veed said. "Thanks, Little Brother!"
Hawley smiled proudly but then when we three bigger kids took off running next door he had trouble extricating from the picnic table, yelling, "Hey! Wait up!"
We found Mrs. A in the kitchen chopping vegetables for dinner.
"Mom! Mom!" Veed cried as we burst in. "Is Mrs. Cooper going to sell her house? Will Fin have to move away? I'll just die if he moves away!"
"Whoa, slow down, Veed," she said. "What are you talking about?"
I took over.
"My Mom said on the phone that she and Dad would split the proceeds from the house, and Ronnie told us that 'proceeds' are the money you get from selling it. Is she right? Are they selling the house? And will Mom and I have to move away?"
"OK," Mrs. A said, "that's a lot of questions and I'm standing here with a big sharp knife, so this is no place for four agitated children. Go on out into the Great Room and sit down. I'll be there in a moment. Go on now. Scoot."
We all found places on the sofas and presently Mrs. A joined us. She looked a bit worried to me, which wasn't a good sign. She came and sat close to Veed and me.
"Vidar," she said addressing her older son directly, "you know I can't discuss my patients with you. It would be unethical."
She turned in her seat to face me more directly. "Not even you, Fin. I cannot tell you what your mother and I discuss in our private sessions unless she gives me permission, just as I can't tell her what we discuss in private unless you agree to it. It's called patient confidentiality, and it's the most important rule in my profession."
"But Mama," Veed practically pleaded, "you can't leave us worrying like this! It makes my stomach hurt!"
"Oh, Honey," she said, pulling him in for one of those face-on-the-boobs hugs. "Mrs. Cooper is an adult and she gets to make her own decisions. I can't stop her from moving away if that's what she wants to do."
I was about a second away from full-on bawling again. Mrs. A smiled at me and gathered me into her arms along with Veed. It was really pretty great, crushed against my boyfriend's nude body and the soft bare tits of the woman who felt more like a mother to me than my real Mom. It might have made me happy an hour before but instead it turned on the tap and made my tears flow like mad.
I wouldn't only lose my boyfriend if we moved away, I'd lose my "mother" too.
Suddenly I felt the warm, smooth skin of Ronnie crushed against my back as she crowded with us into her mother's reassuring embrace. Her hug was remarkably strong.
"You can't let Fin go away, Mama!" she sobbed. "I'd miss him too!"
"And me!" Hawley cried, crushing himself against his brother. "We all love him!"
"I know, my babies," she said, "I know."
We sobbed and hugged our five-way hug until Mrs. A nudged us away and we backed off.
"The only thing we can do is wait and see what she's going to do," Mrs. A said. "She might not even plan to take Fin away."
"That's what I said," Ronnie piped in.
"You are very wise, my darling," she said, lovingly cupping her daughter's cheek and making her smile.
"OK," Mrs. A said much more brightly. "Your father and I were saving this announcement for the dinner table but I think you kids need some good news right now. Dad's project at the University has been delayed waiting for new equipment to be delivered so it turns out he can take a few days off after all. We're going on a family vacation!"
"To Sweden?" Veed hopefully asked.
"No, we don't have time for that big of a trip. We're leaving Friday for four days at a lovely resort only an hour from here. It's called Sunshine Glen."
"Oh Mama!" Ronnie gushed. "With that name it sounds like a naturist resort!"
"It is, Honey," Mrs. A replied with a matching grin. "You'll get to run and play and swim in the great outdoors without any of those pesky clothes."
"Yay!" Hawley cried. "I hate clothes."
"We know, Little Brother," Veed teasingly said, "believe me."
I was standing back, saying nothing, but finally spoke up.
"It sounds real fun for you guys, but where will I stay while you're gone?"
"Why, you're coming with, silly goose!" Mrs. A said. "We wouldn't leave you behind."
My grin lit up.
"It would be no fun without you, Fin," Hawley said, to the general agreement of the others.
"Naked for a whole weekend?" I mused.
"Well, we might go into town for dinner or to go to a movie," Mrs. A said. "But while we're at the resort, yes. Naked as jay-birds!"
"Yay!" Hawley repeated and we all beamed at each other.
Family TV time was a little subdued that evening, the excitement of the upcoming weekend having cooled a bit as the looming uncertainty of my future crept back into our minds. As usual Veed and I sat together on one of the couches, periodically finding each other's hands and holding them but otherwise simply enjoying the closeness. Hawley sat on his Dad's lap most of the time, though being eight he sporadically squirmed away to the floor or the other couch then just as randomly flitted back. Ronnie sat with her mother, sometimes resting her head against Mrs. A's bare shoulder. We laughed at a family-friendly sitcom and marveled at a nature show on PBS but the cloud of my parents' divorce never entirely left us.
Bedtime came and Veed led me up the stairs by the hand. I knew our lovemaking was going to be epic, both of us fearing our impending loss and needing to take refuge in one another while we still could. Hawley followed us in silence and I hoped he would come along to my room. I wanted all the love I could get.
Ronnie had gone up first and as we passed her room at the top of the stairs I saw her sitting silently on the edge of her big new bed. The longing in her eyes was impossible to mistake. We locked our gaze and I felt more of a connection with her than I ever had. I remembered her tears when she heard I might have to move away, how I felt her heart breaking for me, and I knew she loved me as much as my boyfriend did.
I tugged Veed's hand to stop him and when he looked a question to me I nodded my head toward Ronnie's bedroom. The girl's eyes widened and an uncertain smile spread on her face. Her expression and body language asked, Really? and I nodded yes. Veed and Hawley followed me inside and a moment later we were all tangled on the King-size bed fondling and kissing.
Epic it certainly was.
Veed started out sucking my cock in classic position, on my back with legs spread and him on his belly in between. He did it slowly and sensually in his signature way, his goal to get me going and not to get me off. My passion rose quickly and soon I was ready for more.
I beckoned Hawley toward me, indicating my chest and he knew what I wanted. He climbed astride me and slipped his small hardness between my lips, slowly and gently fucking my mouth. He more or less matched Veed's ministrations down below and the two sensations amplified one another inside me.
"Mmmm, that's good, Veed," Ronnie sighed, and though I couldn't see her I knew Veed's hand was between her strong dancer's legs, his thumb circling her clitty exactly the way she liked it.
There was something uniquely satisfying about the idea of Ronnie fully joining in with us and I was sorry I had made her wait so long. I loved her just as I loved the boys and I felt that I had frustrated her for no good reason. So far I was not really attracted to girls the way I was to boys but that didn't mean we couldn't have a human connection and please one another for the sake of pleasing.
Sex doesn't always have to be cosmic. Sometimes it's enough just to be nice.
Veed's mouth left my dick and I felt his weight shifting away on the bed. Ronnie sucked in a big breath and moaned and I knew Veed was giving her the same mouth pleasure I had just enjoyed. I needed to see so I nudged Hawley off of my face and he immediately slid down to resume what Veed had started on me. Veed was definitely the more accomplished cocksucker but Hawley's enthusiasm was unbeatable.
"Oh, eat me, Brother!" Ronnie said in a low sexy voice. Her back arched and she drove her crotch up to his face in absolute ecstasy. She turned and met eyes with me, gleaming with pleasure, and I smiled in our shared oral gratification. Once again I felt a special connection with her and I nudged Hawley away once again.
"Let me," I said and all three Arvidsson kids grinned and giggled as I swapped places with Veed.
I settled between her strong thighs — stronger than Veed's I realized in surprise — and took my first super-close-up look at a girl's sex. I still missed the familiar cock and balls but I had to say I was not turned off. I reached in with both hands and gently spread her labia, pleasantly surprised at how interested I really was.
Her little pink clitty poked out of its chute at the top, glistening with what looked like a thin film of Astroglide, though I knew she hadn't used any. I gave it the tiniest touch with my fingertip and she shuddered.
"It's OK, Fin," she said. "That was a good shudder."
I returned her smile and touched her again. It felt spongy and slick, kind of like Veed's dickhead when it had Astroglide on it. I shared a giggle with Veed and Hawley who reclined together slowly masturbating each other as they watched. I made a now-or-never decision and ducked my head, giving Ronnie's clitty a solid lick.
It was fine. That is, not gross at all, and I was pleased when Ronnie moaned in response. It was that exact moment that I realized that the sex parts of both boys and girls were made to give the person pleasure and giving it to them was the real point. It didn't matter whether it was a boy or a girl.
Pleasuring was fun, regardless.
I settled in to really lick her the way I'd seen Veed do it. She moaned louder, her hands coming to the back of my head as she ground her pussy up to my mouth. Her amazingly muscular thighs tightened and her breath came ragged. It was tremendously satisfying to bring her so much joy.
"Suck her clitty," Veed softly advised. "Pretend it's a little tiny dick. She loves it!"
I somehow got enough of it between my lips to pull it in and I began giving her the best facsimile of a blow job I could manage. I couldn't really plunge up and down on it but I did figure out how to suck while flicking the tip of it with the very tip of my tongue. Ronnie pulled in a huge breath and gasped.
"Oh Fin! Oh yes!"
She crushed my head down to her crotch with all of her strength, and that was a lot. I sucked and flicked and worked her trembling clitty until all of her muscles clenched and she strained her hardest.
"I'm gonna cum!" she cried. "Oh Fin I'm gonna cum!"
I couldn't breathe but still I sucked and flicked. My eyes were tightly closed and I saw little flashes of light like flashbulbs going off. I thought I was going to have to force my way off of her.
"Aaaaaaah!" she cried. "Oh God! Oh God!"
She bucked and ground into my mouth, her whole body clenching and slacking over and over. I needed to breathe but I needed to give her this too and so I flicked my tongue almost too roughly until she collapsed to the bed and finally pushed my head away. I drew in air and watched fascinated as her pussy visibly pulsed and quivered before me. It took her many seconds to come down and I knew I'd helped her achieve something truly awesome.
"Holy cow, Fin!" Veed said in admiration. "Man, I never made her cum that hard!"
I grinned up to Ronnie's face expecting a happy and grateful smile but instead her eyes were full of something intense and demanding. She wanted more!
"You gotta do it, Fin," Veed urged, suddenly serious. "I've seen this look before and it means she really needs it super bad and she needs it now!"
"Needs what?" I asked, clueless.
"You gotta fuck her," Veed urged more strongly. "Her pussy needs your dick!"
"But she just came!"
"I know, but girls are different," Veed said. "Sometimes they cum two or three times before it's over. Look at how it's twitching, man! She's nowhere near done yet."
"I... I don't know what to do!"
"Just climb up there," Veed said. "It's just like doing a boy face-to-face, only the hole is a little higher up."
I looked at Ronnie and she vigorously nodded, her eyes still filled with longing and anticipation. If it was really just like doing a boy I guessed I could do it, so I climbed up until our crotches were roughly aligned.
Ronnie smiled then and lifted her legs just like the boys had when I fucked them face-to-face. Her little asshole looked sweet and pink and inviting and I had an impulse to go there but I knew it wasn't what she wanted. The whole point was to give her what she wanted so I focused on her red and shiny-wet slit.
"What about lube?" I asked.
"She doesn't need any," Veed said. "Girls make their own, but here. I'll put some on you."
"Come on!" Ronnie urged in frustration as Veed reached in with the Astroglide. "I'm ready already."
She hooked her ankles over my shoulders just as Veed always did. I leaned in and poked my straining bone in the general direction of her pussy but wasn't coming even close. My cockhead skittered across her hairless mound and up toward her belly.
"Lower!" she commanded. "You have to aim it down."
"Use your hand," Veed offered but I still wasn't having luck. "Here, let me," he said and reached between us, taking my cock between his thumb and forefinger and pointing it much further down than I ever would have expected.
No wonder I was poking her pubic mound and not her pussy. I felt moisture on the sensitive head of my cock and I knew I was finally in the neighborhood.
"Push, Fin," Veed advised and I moved my hips forward. The heat and wetness engulfed me and suddenly I was inside.
"Ohhhh!" Ronnie sighed. "That's it, baby. Oh yeah."
I sank into her easily until my balls nestled against her perineum and I was all the way in. Mind you three and a half inches isn't all that far to travel, especially since she was used to her brother's four and a half, but she sure seemed to like it. She grinned up to me and her breathing relaxed as the tension left her body.
"Yeah, Fin," she cooed. "I've waited a whole month for this. Now give it to me, baby. Give me your fucking cock!"
Turned out both Veed and his sister liked to talk dirty while doing it. I never really said much myself but I liked hearing it.
I pulled back to give another pump and immediately slipped out.
"Aw!" Ronnie complained. "Come on, baby. Try again."
I made a few more ineffectual stabs and Veed reached in again to help. Again it slid in easily and she grunted as I struck full depth. I started to pump again and managed about four before slipping out.
"Dammit!" I said and this time was able to guide myself back inside without help. I concentrated on shallower strokes and made about twenty before coming out again. Now that I had the idea I was back inside in one second and quickly had a steady rhythm going. This time was perfect and I fucked and fucked uncounted strokes until Ronnie's eyes glazed and rolled back into her head.
"Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah," Ronnie chanted as I pounded into her. "Oh fuck you're good!"
I was really quite proud of the way I was pleasing her but I couldn't escape the knowledge that I'd rather fuck Veed or Hawley any day. Her pussy was nicely warm and slick but there just wasn't the wonderful grip of a nice tight asshole. I pumped and pumped for a long time without a hint that I might cum. It was gratifying that Ronnie was probably going to but I wouldn't get there the way I had with Veed and Hawley.
I wondered if Ronnie's ass might work better for me.
"Almost, Fin!" Ronnie gasped. "A little more... Ah ah ah..."
With a long groan she came, her hips bucking and her arms thrashing the bed at her sides. That was actually the first it registered with me that she had never put her arms around my neck the way Veed did and never kissed me the whole time, more reasons why it wasn't nearly as good for me as making love with Veed.
Maybe I could pleasure a girl and enjoy it, but it seemed I needed a boy to get my own jollies.
I rolled away from Ronnie and she lay back panting, a silly grin on her face.
"That was so good, Fin," she said with real gratitude. "I think you were made for sex."
I might have blushed at the compliment but no one could tell because my face was already flushed red from exertion. I loved that I could get her off that way, even if it didn't happen for me.
Veed was on all fours with his beautiful ass toward Hawley. It took me a second to realize that the younger boy was fingering Veed's butt, twisting his hand as he went as one does when lubing it up for penetration. I had never seen Hawley screw Veed before but it wouldn't surprise me. That little guy could do just about anything.
"Did you get there?" Veed asked me.
I hesitated because I didn't want to insult Ronnie but finally shook my head no.
"C'mon then," Veed lewdly said. "My turn now."
I understood then that Hawley was getting Veed ready for me, not for himself. Veed rolled to his back and raised his legs, opening his succulent hole for me. I scrambled between his legs and he hooked his heels over my shoulders.
"Fuck me, Fin!" he said. "Fuck me with your beautiful hard dick!"
I slipped into him just as easily as I had slipped into Ronnie, all the way in the first thrust. Hawley had done a good job of opening him up plus we were both massively excited from the sex show I had just put on with Ronnie.
Maybe her pussy had gotten me hotter than I realized but it didn't take long inside Veed. He rhythmically squeezed me with his sphincter as I drove into him — without a single pop-out by the way — and he pulled me to him and deeply kissed me as we ground together. It was fundamentally different than fucking Ronnie. That was just sex, all about the physical feelings. Veed and I were sharing our love, for a brief time becoming one entity. This was about the emotions.
I fucked him hard and fast until in only a few minutes Veed began to jerk and spasm and I knew he was cumming. I felt my surge begin and in another second I was over the top too.
I was so spent my dick softened like butter in the microwave and slithered on its own out of my wonderful boyfriend. He dropped his legs and we lay together chest-to-chest, kissing and moaning and whispering our love.
In a minute I became aware of moaning and mewling in Hawley's high little voice and I turned to see him on his back, Ronnie between his legs sucking his short pink cock for all she was worth. I nudged Veed and he looked too, smiling in approval. In a few more rapturous minutes Hawley got there and then all four of us were satisfied.
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