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Jim slowly and silently pushed open the bedroom door of his son, Kyle, so he could spy on the kid for a minute or two before sneaking in to attack him. The 18 year old was laying on his bed on his stomach, completely naked. Jim noticed in the soft light how toned his boy was; not overly muscular just yet, but getting there. Unlike his father, who was hairy just about everywhere but on his back, the only hair on the boy was just above his dick. Staring at the kid, all ready for some hot incest action, seemed to go straight to Jim's cock, and although it had been growing most of the evening, it now stood up straight and pulsed with his heartbeat. He could no longer hide it beneath his robe, but there was no reason to, anyway. It was late (as Jim had had to wait until the kid's mother fell asleep), but his son was still awake, pretending to read his Social Studies book. Jim stepped into the room. "Well, well, well..." he said suddenly. He'd crept up the stairs, to not awaken his wife, and his son hadn't heard him, either. The kid jerked suddenly, and looked over his shoulder to see his father standing there with his hard-on more than ready to be thrust deeply inside him. Kyle immediately opened his legs and raised his firm bubble ass up in the air, offering it up for use. "Hi, Daddy," he said, whining in heat. "What'cha doin', boy?" Jim asked. "Homework..." he lied. They started the incest sessions innocently each time. It seemed to make it all the more perverted for both of them. "I see you're naked up here...." "Yeah, Daddy. It's so hot in my room," the boy said, whining again, and readjusting himself to expose even more lewdly the hot pink slit that would be the sole focus of both father and son's attention for the next few hours. "Well, it's gonna get even hotter real soon." "Whadda you mean, Daddy?" But they both knew what he meant. Jim stepped forward and opened his robe. The boy gasped when he saw his dad's cock in its full glory. "Oh, Dad, your cock is so big and hard tonight!" "That's right, boy. Now offer up that hot cunt to me. Present it just like I taught 'cha." Kyle threw his Social Studies book onto the floor, and with his chest still down on the bed, arched his back to allow his father full access to his snatch. He was starting to sweat already. His father's bone-hard cock oozed a long silvery strand of precum at the sight of the boy's pucker, and the kid was acting so slutty that as soon as it dropped to the floor, it was immediately replaced with another one. Jim lay down on the bed and instantly drilled his tongue into his son's waiting hole. Kyle whimpered at the sudden onslaught. He started whining even more incessantly, "Oh, Dad, my cunt's been itchin' ALL NIGHT for you to sneak up here and abuse it. Tongue me real good, daddy." It was an easy and satisfying task, too. The kid had been fucked so many times, mostly by his father, that his pussy was nice and sloppy. Jim could now dig his tongue deep up inside the kid, and use it to pull out the cunt lips so he could nibble and suck on them, which drove the boy insane with lust. He worked on the boypussy for a few more minutes, and then paused to say, "Yeah, I saw you eyeballin' my cock when I came upstairs from workin' out." He'd been wearing cut-off sweatpants with no underwear and no shirt-his wife had nagged affectionately, "Jim, would you at least put on a shirt for dinner, please?" Although she didn't mind looking at the hairy, muscled hunk anymore than Kyle did. Kyle could see the shape of his father's swelling cock right through the old, thin material of his shorts and he hadn't been able to stop staring at it. To fully torture the boy, Jim stayed half-naked until dinner was on the table, and then, before heading upstairs to get a shirt, he winked at his son and rubbed his crotch real quick. "...The way you were getting' all hot from starin' at your Dad's cock gave me a real stiff one, and now you're gonna pay," he threatened, and he drove his tongue up the boycunt even deeper than before. The poor kid was writhing all over the bed, doing everything he possibly could to open his twat for his Dad's relentlessly probing tongue. Half whimpering, half whispering, the boy continued, "When you came up showing off your big Daddy cock like that, I couldn't concentrate on anything else for the rest of the night, and my cunt just kept itchin' for it real bad. But when you grabbed yourself, I just knew you were gonna sneak up here and give it to me nice and rough." "Yeah, well, I've been wantin' to stick my tongue in your cunt ever since this morning when you gave me that hug goodbye. Now I'm going eat out this juicy twat until you can't fuckin stand it anymore." "You're eatin' my cunt so good, tonight, Daddy," Kyle whined, "you're makin' me feel REAL slutty!" "And I think we both know what happens to dirty little faggot sluts around THIS house, don't we?" Kyle knew all too well. "They get their pussies fucked?" "That's right," Jim said in a sing-song sort of voice, "and tonight, Daddy's gonna show you just how cruelly a little slut like you gets fucked by his Daddy, but first..." he trailed off because the rest of this sentence was understood in his ravenously eating out his son's eagerly puckering cunt. Because of all the raunchy incest fucks his ass had gotten, Kyle had started thinking of being called a "faggot" as sort of sweet-talking him into spreading his legs open for a cuntfuck. When the older boys at school said it to him, it actually had the unfortunate effect of making his hole twitch and giving him a real stiff boner, which he then had to do his best to conceal. He didn't really look like a fag at all, though, actually. In fact, he pretty much looked like your average kid, played on the baseball team, and no one really suspected anything was different about him. But then there were the jock seniors who knew how he acted when he got a nice big dick in his cunt. After he'd been raped at school the first time, (by one of the linebackers in the equipment closet off the locker room), and had leaked a river of precum and sprayed a huge load of boymilk all over the floor, news inevitably got around. One of them would come up behind him at his coat locker when the hall was mostly clear and whisper nastily in his ear, "fuckin' faggot," and angrily slam the locker right next to his face real hard with his fist, making it rattle and echo around the hall, before storming off. People would look over and Kyle would just shrug his shoulders and look mystified. But he knew that the jock was probably pissed off about being rejected by a girlfriend or something, and before the day was over, he'd be hauled roughly into the boys' bathroom to get his pussy fucked raw. Normally there were more than one of them, though, and he'd be fucked repeatedly in his ass and his throat, too, usually at the same time, and by any number of hot, muscular, and demanding athletes. No matter how many times he was dicked at school, however, nothing could compare to the cruelty of the cuntfucks he endured at home, and he was now being prepared for one of the worst. "Oh, yeah, Dad, get my dirty pussy all drippy and wet so you can spunk it real good." He'd found out years earlier that the brattier he whined, the more thoroughly his father fucked him. "My pussy's so hungry for your cum. You're gonna cream my twat real good, aren't you, Daddy?" The kid sounded almost desperate, although he figured he would get spunked whether he liked it or not, and he was right. "You better fuckin' believe it. I haven't shot in three days now, so my nuts are overflowin', and your filthy cunt is gonna get every last drop of it." But Jim just kept slobbering and nibbling on his son's pussy like a starving man eating a steak dinner. "I haven't gotten fucked since then, either. I got so horny today that I even tried to find those guys from the football team so I could get my pussy gang-raped again like I did last week, but I couldn't find them ANYwhere. If you hadn't o' snuck up on me like this I woulda... I... I don't know, I woulda gone CRAZY from the itchin' in my pussy. Oh, yeeeeaaahhh, daddy, get my cunt all juicy and wet for your cock!" "You've been an even sluttier faggot than I thought. I think I may have to spunk your twat more than once just to make sure you get what you deserve." "You gonna show me what happens to slutty little faggots, Daddy?" "Damn right I am. I'm gonna have to keep eatin' you though first, cause I wanna make sure it's all slick so my fat Daddy cock slides up your cunt real easy, an' I won't have no trouble fuckin' the shit outta you." The boycunt had actually been ready within a couple of minutes, but making his son desperate for it with a long merciless cunt-eating was Jim's favorite part, second only to making the kid submit to his long, veiny cock for hours on end. The lewd smacking and slurping noises that reverberated around the room only served to get the poor boy even dizzier with lust. Every couple of minutes, Jim would slow down his tongue-fuck, lazily licking at his son's dripping pussy, just to suddenly attack it again with renewed ferocity. The kid groaned desperately each time, and his steel-hard teenage boy cock would practically spurt precum. Jim drove his tongue into the boy's twat as if he were French-kissing a mouth, and at times it felt like that to him, because the kid's cuntlips were so swollen and loose. He nipped at them to get them even puffier, which made the pussylips more sensitive to his slithering tongue. If Kyle's oozing dick hadn't occasionally grazed the bedspread, coating it with his lube and sending shivers through his young body, he could easily have forgotten he even had a dick, the way his father was devouring his boycunt. Hoping to get the boy even hotter for it, Jim said almost angrily, "now I'm gonna fuck you, you little faggot." At this point Kyle's juicy twat began to spasm wildly, and he almost started crying. "Are you gonna tie me up like last time, so you can really teach my cunt a lesson, Daddy?" the boy whimpered urgently. "No. Tonight, you're gonna offer your filthy cunt to me like a bitch in heat, and you're gonna get fucked like a bitch, too, on all fours." "Oh, Dad, I always get fucked so deep when you take me from behind!" "Shut the FUCK up and get in position, NOW! Your gonna take all ten fuckin' inches of your Dad's cock up your nasty cunt." The kid was almost in the ordered position already, but while his Dad was crawling up to him, he raised his haunches eagerly, spread his legs a bit, and wriggled his ass. Jim grabbed his cock, and rubbed the head up and down the boy's snatch to coat it generously with precum, for a few seconds longer than necessary. The 18 year old started to plead pathetically, "Oh, God, dad please don't tease my pussy. Shove it in me, PLEASE! Plow me open, FUCK ME!!" Jim's shiny cockhead easily pried open the boy's snatch, so he grabbed the kid by the waist and shoved his entire shaft up into the boy with one stroke. The helpless boy moaned deeply and drooled onto his pillowcase. Knowing he was getting dicked by his own father made him tremble from the nastiness of it. "Oh, dad," he whimpered, "your cock is so much bigger than all the boys who fuck me at school!" "That's right, faggot, this here's a mancock. And your dad KNOWS how to fuck a dirty whore like you." "Aw, dad, fuck me real mean! Punish my nasty cunt good." With no further hesitation, Jim started pounding hard into the whimpering youth. The assault was so violent the kid's head was flying all around, and he started crying. Jim could see the tears and drool coating his boy's face, so he thrust his cock even deeper inside him, causing him to squeal like a girl. When Jim could tell his boy was too consumed by his cock to do more than grunt and gasp on each powerful stroke, he grinned sadistically to himself, and began mercilessly battering the kid's prostate with expert precision. Kyle's head whipped around as he tried to see his father's muscled torso, then he looked down to see what was happening to his cunt, but he couldn't. There was a look of sheer terror on his face, and Jim knew he had him. The boy tried to get away, but Jim kept right on torturing his engorged button over and over, until the kid couldn't stand it anymore. Sobbing hysterically, clutching onto the bedsheets and trying desperately to pull away from his dad's relentless cuntfuck, the kid's head suddenly shot up into the air, and his boner squirted so powerfully that his first cumshot smacked the headboard, nearly four feet away, with an audible, "splat." The second landed on the pillow, and since his head was still rolling around as he whined and whimpered, the third one smacked him in the face. Jim almost laughed, but instead just kept right on thrusting into the kid's tight, clutching hole. He'd had some pretty good lays over the years, but no one reacted as violently to his cock as his own faggot son. It made him feel like even more of a stud, in fact, and to show his gratitude for that, he fucked the poor kid more viciously than before. Suddenly realizing he would be forced to have orgasms like that again and again before his father was done with his pussy drove the kid absolutely insane. He started babbling nonsense, and the drool just hung out of his open mouth as he panted. To make matters even worse, Jim wanted to make the kid feel extremely vulnerable, so he grabbed one of his ankles and rudely yanked it up to his shoulder, completely exposing his son's cunt to his pistoning cock. "Who does this faggot cunt belong to, HUH?" Jim demanded angrily. And then, in between pounding thrusts of his monster cock, "I said... who... does this... fuckin'... nasty... cunt... belong to?!?" "Aw, fuck, Dad, YOU, it belongs to you!" The poor teenage slut was crying worse than before, and his dick, still dribbling cum from his first orgasm, and even more precum than before, tightened up and he nutted a second time. It sprayed like a geyser, all over the bed and onto the floor next to it. As always, what had started out as a friendly, father-son incest fuck had now turned into a brutal raping of the boy, as soon as the orgasms began washing over him over and over again, getting more violent each time. He sobbed and pleaded desperately to be allowed to stop orgasming, but this only seemed to make his father rape his vulnerable boypussy even deeper and more savagely. His distended cuntlips glistened in the soft light from all his Dad's precum that dribbled out on each stroke and ran down his inner thigh. Jim watched his fat shaft slide in and out of his boy's trembling hole for a while, and when Kyle had sort of calmed down somewhat he said, "You know what's happening this weekend, boy?" Since he was still being fucked, all the kid could do was whimper in response. "Your brother's home on leave, and he's gonna be real fuckin' horny. Mom's gonna be at Aunt Sara's, so I suggest your get your snatch real slick with lube and be right here, naked and waiting for him when I bring him back from the station. You hear me? If you're not, let me tell you, there will be dire, dire consequences for your cunt. And in the car, I'll be talkin' to him about what a nasty slut you've been lately, so you're sure to get fucked good and hard. Then when he's done with you-and I'm sure you'll have to get fucked a bunch o' times before he's through with ya-I'm gonna come in here and eat every last drop of his hot marine cum right out of your twat. I'll probably have to fuck you, too, and then I'll let him at you a second time. Oh, man," he laughed, "this filthy slut cunt is gonna be fuckin' hangin' open, drippin' jizz all over the fuckin' bed by the time he leaves." All soon as he made this last threat, Jim growled and drove his daddy cock deep inside the boy to let loose his first load into the boy. From then on, his driving cock made slurping sounds as it impaled the kid, and occasionally, more of his cum would dribble out, coating his son's leg with it. After a few more fuck strokes to get his cock back to steel hardness, Jim, snickered to himself and got his son into position for the fuck strategy that most terrified Kyle, and was Jim's absolute favorite. He was ready to finish the boy off. Lowering his son's leg from his shoulder, so that he was again on all fours, Jim took each one of the kid's thighs in one of his huge hands and pulled them up and apart, so he was still being fucked from behind with his legs flailing around uselessly on either side of his Dad's muscular frame. His crotch was opened fully for use, and his cock stuck out underneath him, painfully hard and untouched. Jim knew exactly where on his cock shaft were the thickest ridges and the most knarled, bulging veins, so with one of the boy's thrashing legs a bit lower than the other, he used those ridges to saw back and forth over the kid's prostate, practically vibrating it, sending sharp bolts of electricity through the poor kid. The very first stroke made the kid squawk on horror, and he started to really panic, again trying frantically to get away. He kicked his legs uselessly, trying to squirm free. Just two more of these long strokes across the swollen knob in his cunt and the boy yelled out and started convulsing in the throes of a horribly violent orgasm. He cried hysterically, and clutched and pawed at the bed sheets and pounded it with his fists like he was throwing a temper-tantrum. It was lucky Jim had had the good sense to soundproof the room, as well, because the kid was groaning and squealing like a woman in labor. Jim sadistically tortured his son's prostate with those thick, heavy ridges non-stop through the whole ordeal. His son's cunt spasmed and milked and sucked on his cock as the boy nutted continuously, for what had to be at least five minutes straight. It felt as if the boy's entire rectum was undulating and squeezing and pulling on the daddy cock inside him. His boy dick was so hard it barely even swayed when his dad's taught abdomen slammed into his spread open crotch. The boy's boner was almost purple by now, and after his first seven long-distance shots of jizz, alternated between weak spurts of creamy boy juice and so much precum that it streamed out of his gaping piss slit like a faucet. Jim gritted his teeth and started fucking the boy with sharp, quick jabs until he felt his nuts tighten up and he ground his dick into the base to spunk his naughty little boy as deeply as the first time. He huffed and puffed and grunted like a bear into the kid's ears as he unloaded. Finally, Kyle's pussy seemed to go somewhat slack, and Jim knew his son was completely used. Jim laughed heartily at his total conquest of his slut son, and slowly slid his softening cock out of the spent pussy. After heaving and gasping for air for a few minutes, Kyle started bawling again, this time out of relief that the unbearable, mind-blowing pleasure was over, and he jumped up and clutched onto his father as if he would need to be surgically removed. Through pathetic sobs, he just murmured over and over, "oh, God, thank you, Daddy, thank you, thank you...."
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Wednesday night that week I stayed over with Dad and Bob. I got there early and was fixing dinner when Bob arrived. Before I left for England he'd gotten used to me wearing an apron or nothing at all when I cooked, but apparently seeing my bare butt sticking out of the apron caught him by surprise and then struck him as funny because he started to laugh as soon as he came through the kitchen door. "Hello to you too," I told him. "It just looked funny with your butt sticking out like that," he said as he came over and kissed me on the cheek. The kiss wasn't something he'd been doing before I left. "To tell the truth, I know what you mean. I used to laugh at Dad for the same thing so one Christmas I got him a transparent apron. That was really funny looking with his dick mashed up against the plastic like a nose pressed against a window." "So you gave him that, huh?" "Yeah. I don't know what happened to it, though. I couldn't find it anywhere." "We kinda wrecked it." "You did?" I asked, turning to face him again. "How come?" "Well, I got to kidding him about it. You know, about the way his dick looked all mashed up against it like you said. Then I got to wondering what it would look like if he was hard so I started doing stuff to him that would give him a hardon. It worked. His dick looked even funnier sticking up his belly and all mashed against the apron. I laughed at him and was pointing at it and we got to horsing around. By the time we were done the apron was sort of wrecked. Sorry." "No problem. I got my money's worth out of it seeing his face when he opened the box in front of the family that Christmas and then again when he wore it for the first time. After that it was only a way of keeping grease from popping out of the frying pan and onto his dick. I'm glad it gave you two a hot time." "Oh, it did. Honest!" he said with a smile on his face. "So do we get to hear about the parts of your summer that you didn't put in your letters?" I gave him an evil grin. "Try and stop me from telling you." So I started telling them over dinner. I got hard from remembering what I'd done and they got hard from hearing me talk about it. I was surprised by how much sex I'd had and how many people I'd had it with because I really hadn't thought about it before in a way that let me count it up like that. We were a funny sight as we cleared the table and did the dishes, me with my hardon sticking straight up my belly and the two of them with theirs sticking out at a forty-five degree angle. I got brushed by both of them several times before the kitchen was cleaned up. It took an effort for me not to reach for one of them when that happened. After dinner we all got cleaned up and sat in the living room to talk more about the summer. I'd figured they were tired of hearing about it by then and I would have gone on to talk about something else or just watched tv, but they kept asking questions, particularly questions about how the sex had happened. I had to admit I'd gotten used to it by the time I left, but at first it wasn't like that. People I'd just met took it for granted we'd be having sex and brought the subject up casually in conversation as the afternoon or evening went on. It was awkward at first even though Sands was there, and it was especially awkward when the two boy-girl couples broke up into a girl couple and a boy couple because there was no effort at seduction like Angus had put out to get me in the mood. Instead it was a fairly mechanical stripping naked and getting right at it. Of course I got into it once we started. It was the starting that felt strange. "I always think the sex is better if you have some feeling for the person," Dad said. "I'm not talking about love. You could just like them. But something." "I feel that way too," Bob said with a smile, dropping his hand onto my dad's thigh and squeezing it. "Maybe that was the problem I was having," I told them. "I could do it with no trouble. I mean, I got hard and all. And I came just fine. But it wasn't as great as doing it with people I knew better. I guess I really mean people I liked because I've never done it with somebody I knew but didn't like. It's confusing." "Sex is always confusing even at the best of times," my dad said. "No lie!" Bob added with a snort. I got to thinking about the people I'd had sex with that I didn't know very well, like Brad and the guys in the steam room and even Uncle Bill. With some of them I didn't know them well at all. Not enough to like them or even not to like them. All I knew about them was they had hard dicks or hot wet mouths or both. And I'd had fun with all of them. Well, all except for the last time in the steam room. That certainly wasn't great. And by then I'd pretty much decided I'd just as soon pass on doing it with those guys. But I didn't think that was just because of what had happened. I think I'd already had enough of doing it with them and what happened just made me recognize it. I guess in the end I decided sex with somebody new was hot and exciting for a while but sex with somebody I liked was always going to be better. "So Angus thinks you'd be a good addition to their family?" Dad asked. "That's what he said. It sure surprised me." "How do you feel about Sands joining your family?" I thought about just answering what he asked me and then I decided to be honest about it. "Well, to tell you the truth, I'd want them both if I was thinking about that. I mean both Bar and Sands. I don't know that I feel any different about one than I do the other." "Talk about complicating your life!" Bob said. "But what do you feel?" Dad asked me. "Do you feel strongly about them or do you just like them? Are you in love with them?" I thought about it and then I said, "Is it a cop out to say I don't know what it feels like to be in love?" "No. Not at all," Dad said. "But since you know that about yourself, you ought to think about what you're looking for that really has to be there in somebody before you might think you love them." "I do know some things it's not. I know for sure it's not sex. Not sex by itself anyhow." "You're lucky there," Bob said. "It's really easy to get the hots for somebody when you're your age and think that means you're in love." "I guess I've never wanted to have sex with anybody and then not been able to do it. Maybe that figures into it somewhere." "It probably does," my dad said. "Just like it does that you figured out you can get tired of having sex with somebody you don't really care about." "I would've sworn that couldn't happen! At least when I was younger I would have. But now I can see it." The two possibilities seemed like a puzzle. "You think maybe getting sex has been too easy so now I won't know when I'm in love because of that?" "No, I don't," Dad told me. "I think having had sex come easy to you means you won't mistake wanting sex with someone for being in love with them." "I guess I need to start thinking about what else I want in somebody besides great sex." "There's no big rush. Even if you think it's Sands and Bar you want, you don't want to jump into anything because you're afraid they'll get away or anything like that. And you can still fuck either or both of them while you're trying to make up your mind. That's quite a consolation prize." We watched tv for a while after that and then went to bed. My head had been spinning from our talk and also from jet lag, which I thought each day I'd gotten over only to have exhaustion drop on me like a heavy blanket in the evening. Bob helped me make up the sofa and I went to sleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. When I woke up, it was dark and quiet. Usually I slept straight through the night, but my sleeping pattern hadn't been the same since I'd gotten home. I'd woken up during the night the night before as well. There was no clock in the living room where I was sleeping, but it seemed late. I suppose that was because I felt like I'd been asleep for a long time. As I was trying to get comfortable so I could go back to sleep, I decided I had to pee. I got up and started for the bathroom, which was through Dad and Bob's bedroom. I realized I was a little dopey but I didn't want to make the effort to wake up completely since I thought I'd go straight back to sleep when I got back in bed. When I got to their door, I opened it quietly because I knew Bob was a light sleeper. I didn't exactly tip-toe across their room, but I did try not to make any noise. As I got to the middle of the room, I realized Bob was sitting up with his back toward me. I stopped to try to figure out what I was seeing. Then it suddenly became clear what was going on. Bob was straddling my dad and the chances were my dad's dick was buried inside Bob's asshole. They were fucking. I started moving and was inside the bathroom with the door closed a few seconds later. At first I was embarrassed about having walked in on them, but I decided there was nothing I could do about it and there was a chance they hadn't even noticed me. I went ahead and peed and flushed the toilet. That's when it occurred to me I would have to go back through their room to get to my bed. I sat on the toilet for a while and thought about what I could do. At first I thought if I waited long enough, they would have time to finish and I could pretend I hadn't seen anything, which I actually hadn't anyhow. I would just go back to the living room and go to sleep. I realized almost right away it would only work if they hadn't noticed me coming through in the first place. That seemed pretty unlikely to me. I tried several other scenarios in my mind, all less likely than the first one I'd thought of. So finally I opened the door quietly and started quickly across their bedroom to the door. I tried not to look at the bed and was half way to the door when my dad said, "Hold on a second, Mike." I stopped moving and turned my head to look at them. Bob was lying beside my dad. "I'm really sorry," I told them, trying to explain I'd thought it was the middle of the night and they'd be asleep. "Well, it's early," Dad said. "I don't think we've been in bed even a half an hour yet." "I'm really sorry," I said again. "Bob and I had a little talk while you were in the bathroom. Why don't you come get in with us instead of going back to the sofa? I mean if you want to." My dick understood before my brain did, standing straight up my belly. "You sure?" I asked. "We're sure," Bob said as he sat up in the bed and wiggled down toward the foot. He patted a place between himself and my dad. I went over to the bed and slid in, sitting where Bob had indicated. I was nervous and excited at the same time. Now that I was closer I could see they were both hard and my dad's dick was shiny with lube. I felt awkward. If it had been just my dad and me, I would have known what to do right away. But Bob being there complicated things. It wasn't that Bob wasn't hot looking because he was. I even sort of came on to him once in the hot tub when we'd first met him. But now everything was different. I didn't know what I should do. And I had a real sense of wanting to be sure I didn't do anything wrong. While I was hesitating, my dad reached up and started to pull my head down towards his face. I think I resisted at first because I was unsure of what to do. Then I felt the pressure on the back of my neck ease up and I knew my dad was taking his hand away. This had all happened in a few seconds, but I figured out right away that my resisting was the same as telling him I didn't want to do what he was giving me the chance to do. That wasn't what I meant at all. I leaned over immediately and kissed him on the mouth. I felt his lips open under mine and his hand touch the back of my head again. I slid my tongue into his mouth. I was so excited I could barely stand it. My dick began to hurt as it swelled to its maximum fullness. As I put my hand onto my dad's chest and ran my fingers through the silky hair, I felt Bob's hands touch my leg and then slide upwards over my thigh and onto my back and belly. I wanted him to know I wasn't excluding him so I finished the kiss with my dad and sat up, putting a hand behind Bob's head and pulling him toward me. He was ready to be kissed, opening his mouth as soon as my lips touched his. Our tongues met in the middle as they started out in search of each other. At the same time I felt my dad's hand slide up my back and his lips press themselves against me near the top of my crack. Bob was also still rubbing my back and belly. My dick continued to throb painfully. Somehow I was managing to pay attention to it all. I didn't want to miss a thing. It was something I never imagined happening. The three of us moved around against each other until we were completely intertwined. Bob's dick left a trail of precum along my thigh and my dad's dick rubbed against my knee smearing on a coating of lube and precum. We hugged and kissed and licked and sucked on whatever was near us as our six arms pulled us together and our six hands searched for something to caress. We even shared a few sloppy three-way kisses with lips mashed together and tongues licking whatever they could reach. Since I'd ended up in the middle between them, I began to work my way downwards, licking on Bob's chest and sucking his nipples as I moved. I could feel my dad's dick sliding up my back and leaving a trail of precum and whatever lube was left. I grasped Bob's hard dick and squeezed it. It felt good in my hand, solid and thick and just a little shorter than my own. I could feel the ridge where the head extended outward over the shaft. The skin was tight as if he'd been cut close the way I had. I used my thumb to rub his precum around the head. He moaned loudly as I did it and then even more loudly when I replaced my thumb with my mouth. As I licked and teased Bob's dick, I felt my dad's hands slide all over my body, caressing me and hugging me, until one of his hands found my dick and began to stroke it slowly. Dad kissed my neck and my shoulders as his other hand found my asshole and his finger began to circle it. I pushed back against it so he would know how badly I wanted it inside me. It went away, but a minute or so later it was back applying lube in an almost tickling circular motion. When he pushed it into me, it slid in easily. And then I felt his fingertip touch my prostate and I got the old familiar surge of pleasure. I continued to work my lips lower on Bob's dick until I had the head in my throat. Bob moaned and made other noises to encourage me as I sucked and massaged the head of his dick in my throat. At the same time I felt two fingers slide into me, stretching me slightly. They twisted and slid in and out, barely touching my prostate but still giving me pleasure. After a while I let Bob's dick slide out of my mouth so I could lick his balls. They were already pulled tight against him, but I managed to get them in my mouth and suck on them one at a time. As I was starting to move back up Bob's dick, Dad slid three fingers slowly into me. They were really stretching me, but he seemed to know just how far to go before the pain got bad. Most of what I felt was a stretching sensation rather than real pain. And just as he pushed them all the way in, I deep-throated Bob's dick and swallowed quickly several times. A minute or so later I felt Dad's fingers pull out of me and the head of his dick press against me. We were both lying on our sides with him behind me. I felt his hand press against my belly right over my pubic hair as his dick began to push into me. I pushed backwards hard and the head popped in. I felt my dad stop moving and wait but I couldn't stay still. I forced my mouth up and down Bob's dick as my asshole adjusted to the size of what was inside me. When I was ready for more, I pushed back against my dad. He began to push forward. His dick slid into me slowly until I felt his pubic hair press against my butt. He wrapped his hand around my dick and began to stroke it slowly while keeping his dick pressed deeply into me. Bob began to move around but didn't pull his dick from my mouth. Once he settled again, I realized he'd shifted to a position where he could suck my dick too. I continued to piston my mouth slowly on and off his dick as he licked mine and then began to take it into his mouth. He had gotten about half of it in when my dad began to slide his dick out of me very slowly. I held still and enjoyed the feel of lips sliding down my dick while a dick slid through the muscle of my asshole. By the time Dad was sliding his dick back into me, Bob was pulling his mouth off of my dick. They quickly established a rhythm where they alternated, one withdrawing as the other pressed forward. I fell in with the rhythm too, sliding my lips up and down Bob's dick in time with them. After a few minutes when I was rubbing my hands over Bob's butt and thighs, I slid my fingers across his asshole. When I felt the lube there, I remembered right away that they had been fucking when I'd come into their room. I began to circle his asshole with a finger. I could tell he was already loosened up from having my dad's dick inside him. I pushed my finger forward and it slid straight in as I searched for his prostate. As soon as I touched it, his dick pulsed and I tasted precum. I kept rubbing his prostate as I slid my lips up and down the length of his hard dick. He took hold of one of my butt cheeks and began to alternately squeeze and let up. When he suddenly squeezed me and didn't let go, I knew he was about to cum. I applied more pressure to his prostate and withdrew my mouth until I had only the head inside. I was licking the head as the first shot of cum shot out. His body went rigid as he came. His hips bucked forward slightly and his asshole squeezed my finger as each burst of cum went through his dick. I felt my dad press deeply into me and hold his dick there as I swallowed quickly to take in all of Bob's cum. I didn't know how much cum he usually produced or how recently he and my dad had had sex, but there seemed to be a lot. It could have been that what we were doing had made him particularly hot. It was certainly having that effect on me. When he finished, he pulled his dick from my mouth and let mine slide out of his. At the same time I felt my dad pull his dick completely out of me. I wondered what was happening when my dad rolled me onto my back, lifted up my legs, and pushed a folded pillow between my butt and the bed. In no time at all he was between my spread knees shoving his dick back into me in one fluid motion. Not only did it feel good all by itself as it glided into me, but I got an extra thrill as the head bumped over my prostate. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him tight against me. As he leaned forward I put my arms around him and pulled his chest against mine. We kissed each other, playing with each other's tongues as he pulled his dick slowly out until only the head was still inside. I knew what I was doing now. There was no need to hesitate. My dad must have felt the same way because we fell into a rhythm with each other so easily it could have been only a day since he'd last fucked me instead of the years it had actually been. On each downstroke the head of his dick rubbed across my prostate. On each upstroke I felt a light touch there that kept the pleasure from ending too quickly. A few minutes into the fuck Bob rolled against us, pressing his mouth against the sides of ours. We turned our heads slightly to include him in the kiss as I felt his hand move down my belly. When he grasped my dick I realized he had lubed his hand. I was afraid I'd cum too fast if he began to stroke me. I didn't want this too end too soon. But he held my dick lightly without moving his hand. My dick slid forward a short way through his hand each time my dad reached the bottom of his stroke and pulled back the same distance each time he withdrew. Because of the lube my dick was actually getting less stimulation than it had been when it was rubbing against my dad's belly lubricated only by his sweat. He continued to fuck me while Bob helped keep me from cumming so the pleasure built and built. Then I felt the unmistakable sensation that signaled the point of no return. I threw my head back and broke our three-way kiss as I gasped for breath. Both of them understood this was it for me. My dad began to fuck me faster and Bob tightened his hand around my dick. I came as hard as I ever had in my life. If I hadn't been pinned to the bed I couldn't have stayed still. I shot through Bob's hand all over my chest and belly and my dad's as well. And as I was coming to the end of my orgasm, I felt my dad's dick swell up as he held it tight inside me to shoot the first of his load. I opened my eyes to see him kissing Bob as he pumped his cum into me. When he was finished, he rolled off of me so I was between him and Bob. I kissed Bob as I shoved the pillow out from under me. Then the three of us lay intertwined as I felt my cum drying on my belly. Before I drifted off to sleep, I told them, "Sex really is better if you care about the people you're doing it with."
