So, where was I? Oh, yes; Chad and his messy, wilted pecker.
He rolled onto his back on the bed and spread his legs so I could crawl between them on my knees. Before I bent down, Mandy--always in command--told me, "Take your dick out, little brother. Your balls, too. I like to watch how your boner drools when you're cleaning up one of my boyfriends' cocks."
Another note of explanation: Boyfriend is probably not the right word to use for Chad.
Fuck-friend
would be much more accurate, and he was one of many that Mandy has. She had me service many of them, and I have to say that Chad was one of my favorites. But more on that later.
Dutifully, I unzipped my fly and maneuvered my boner and my balls out into view. Then I bent down and using just my lips and tongue pulled Chad's deflated dick into my mouth. I love the feel of a soft, squishy penis in my mouth, especially when it's soaked with the combined tastes of boy and girl cum. With my lips pushed right into his wiry pubic hair, my cheeks bulged with his curled-up dick. But it didn't stay curled for long.
As it re-inflated and began to straighten out, I pulled back and began bobbing up and down on what was quickly becoming an erection once again. I stopped bobbing with just his knob in my mouth and my lips locked around his fire-helmet-ridge, and swirled my tongue all over it. I pressed against its squishiness, I tongue-stroked the wide cleft underneath, and I wiggled the tip of my tongue into his pee-hole. His fat, mushroom cock-head is one of the things I like about Chad.
Suddenly, I felt my sister's hand on the back of my head and I knew just what was coming. And I was looking forward to it... so was Chad.
She pushed hard and drove my head down until my lips were pressed into his pubes again, but this time his limp penis didn't fill my cheeks, his stiff cock filled my throat.
"Oh, fuck, yeah!" Chad groaned and pulled Mandy over to give her a big kiss. "Shit, baby!" he said when their lips parted, "You've trained him to swallow cock almost as good as you do!"
"He's always been a very willing trainee," she replied. She closed her fist, grabbing a handful of my hair, and pulled my head up, extracting his cock from my throat and all the way out of my mouth. I knelt there with my mouth open catching my breath with a web of throat-slime connecting my lips to his glistening knob. My own cock-head was wet, too, but with my own pre-cum. It was amazing how much being
forced
to do something that I loved anyway made it so much more arousing. I was--and am!--a sub through and through.
"Stand up and take your clothes off!" she told me. When I had stripped and was standing there with my raging hard-on sticking straight out, she told me, "Lie down on the bed! On your back with your head over the edge. Chad's going to need some lube if he's going to fuck you up the ass, and there's nothing better than thick, slippery, organic throat-slime."
A few moments later, Chad was standing beside the bed, I was lying on it, and I was looking, upside-down, at his cock and balls. Mandy leaned down close to my face, and taunted, "Open up, little brother. Chad has a present for you!"
He stepped forward and put his cock-head into my mouth, I clamped my lips around it, and he began fucking my mouth while I pushed my tongue against his plunging knob. The combined taste of Mandy's pussy and his spunk was gone, but I was clearly tasting his pre-cum.
From the very first time that Mandy "made" me give one of her fuck-friends a blowjob (I had actually begged her to set it up) I was hooked on cock. I love everything about it: The feel of the engorged flesh between my lips; its heat against my cheeks when I suck; the squishy knob against my tongue as I swirl it around; and oh! the taste! Or, I should say
tastes
, plural.
The first taste I had just enjoyed that first time was a
clean-up
, as the guy had just gotten done fucking my sister. I knew what her pussy tasted like, of course, but it was so different sucking it off a cock mixed with the dregs of his cum. Then, the first time I got to taste cum fresh from the cock, she had
forced
me to kneel in front of another of her fuck-friends while he beat off into my mouth. The taste of his jism and the feel of his hot splooge hitting my tongue caused my own rock-hard dick to shoot a hands-free orgasm that landed on the guy's leg and foot. In a replay from that first time with Mandy, she made me clean him up with my mouth.
Sorry if I keep wandering from my story; my mind is like that when it comes to sex. But maybe this is a good time to tell you why I like Chad. Aside from having a great cock--which is probably seven inches long, an inch and a quarter thick, and capped by that even fatter mushroom cock-head--he's a respectful and open-minded fuck-friend.
He
even gave
me
a blowjob one time just to see what he might be missing out on. He didn't let me cum in his mouth (few guys do the first time) and later said that it was okay but that he wouldn't give up pussy over it. (Shit! Neither would I, but I love being able to swing from both sides of the plate when either opportunity presents itself!) He also gets the relationship that Mandy and I have, which is not easy for many guys to comprehend. He understands that we truly love each other and that the sub/dom thing is more role-playing between us than actual one-sided domination.
Anyway, back to Chad's stiff cock in my mouth...
He stood there fucking my mouth as I sucked and worked his plunging boner with my tongue. (If I have to say so myself, I give a good mouth-fuck!) After a dozen or more fucks, Mandy put her hand on my throat, and told him, "All the way, this time! I want to feel your fat cock bulge his throat!"
He pushed forward until his big balls were squashed against my inverted face, and Mandy said gleefully, "Oh, yeah!
That's
going to pull out some slime!" as she caressed the bulge in my throat almost as if jerking it off.
"Again!" she told him. "A few more times." To me, she said, "Suck your slime off his dick while he pulls it out and hold it in your mouth, little brother. Your tight little asshole is going to need all the lube it can get to take his fat cock!"
He pulled out for a moment, let me catch my breath, and then pushed his boner back down my throat. He repeated that two more times. All the while, my own boner was standing straight up and drooling pre-cum down its length. If I had grabbed it and pumped just three or four times I'm sure I could have shot a geyser of cum into the air. But dutiful sub that I am, I knew I needed to wait until my sister told me I could jerk off. Which was actually fine with me anyway, because the load that was building in my balls just kept getting bigger and bigger.
When Chad extracted his dick from my mouth the next time, Mandy commanded me, "Roll over and get up on your knees! And don't swallow that slime!" A few moments later, I was on my knees and elbows, and Chad was crawling up between my legs. Mandy put her hand in front of my face, and told me, "Spit it out!"
I drooled the mixture of collected slime and spit into her palm and then she turned and wiped some of it over Chad's cock-head and down his shaft. But she kept a good glob of the goo for my ass.
I felt her fingers press into my ass-crack and then swirl around my sphincter as she spread the all-natural lube. She could have pushed her finger--or fingers--up my ass to loosen me up, but she knew that I liked the feel of the tip-stretch as much as she liked watching my pucker swallow a fat knob.
My first anal experience--aside from Mandy's fingers--was with a fuck-friend of hers that I ended up calling
pencil-dick Pete
. His pecker was probably seven inches long, but barely as big around as my thumb. As it turned out, that was a great size to open up my asshole to the glories of anal sex.
Sorry. Back to Chad and my asshole.
So, I felt Chad's knob press against my pucker at the same time he took hold of my hips. Mandy was on her knees beside me with her face near my ass, and she was spreading my ass-cheeks with her hands. I felt four hands on me, so I knew Chad was lining up on my rosebud hands-free.
Little by little the pressure on my sphincter increased and I forced it to stay relaxed against the foreign invasion. As my pucker stretched to accommodate Chad's cock-head, the feeling went from simple pressure to slight discomfort, to mild pain, to searing burn, and I loved every incremental step of it! Finally, his knob popped inside me and my sphincter snapped back a bit, gripping his cock-neck and locking us together.
"Oh, fuck!" I groaned into the pillow under my face.
"Does little brother like getting his asshole stuffed with fat cock?" Mandy taunted me.
"Oh, fuck yes!" I answered. "Can he... can he do that again? Please?" I asked in meek, sub-fashion.
"Well, since you asked nicely," Mandy replied and eased him back, extracting his knob from my ass as slowly as it had gone in.
I let out another "Oh, fuck!" as the sphincter-burn disappeared, but then, "Oh, yes!" as she pulled him forward and his cock-head popped inside me again, a little faster, this time.
I wasn't counting how many times Mandy had him tip-fuck my ever-loosening asshole, and I was torn between wanting him to continue that in-out, burn-relax sequence, and wanting to feel his fat cock stuffed into my guts and poking my prostate. The paradoxical pain/pleasure of having my asshole stretched was a great part of anal sex, but the kicker was getting my prostate rubbed by a stiff cock.
