John slid up on the bed and rolled me onto my side facing Dad, so I could keep sucking while he ran his hands over my ass... He pressed against my back, his hard-on sliding between my cheeks; he sucked on my earlobe and stroked my hard-on with his hand as I kept sucking on Dad's wildly exciting cock with my whole mouth... After a minute, though, Dad pulled out without coming, kissing me quickly as John got up and stood on the floor.
"Slide that ass over here, Emily," John said to me, patting the edge of the mattress. "Now it's my turn to get into the sweetest little ass I've ever seen-- since your dad's, that is..."
I obeyed and slid over, watching John lube his long cock; he held my knees apart and easily slid it right into my already well-lubed, open hole, holding onto my upraised thighs and looking in my eyes as the head went slowly deeper, deeper...
Mouth open in ecstasy, I reached down, grabbing his ass and pulling him further in, rolling my hips upward to meet his thrusts...
"Ohhhhh... fuck me, Uncle John," I mumbled softly. "Fuck
meee
... I
need
you to fuck
meeeee
..."
He was
longer
than Dad... Ohhhh
yeahhhhh
... When the head finally reached its maximum depth, I was squirming in previously unimagined ecstasy, gasping and groaning, still staring at his face in open-mouthed amazement. When he flexed his cock, I felt my eyes rolling back in my head as an excess of sensation shorted them out. He kept it there, flexing it and pulling me back tight on it as the head rose and sank deep inside.
"Ohhhhh
unghhhhhhh
..." Uncontrollable groans swelled up from the depths of my body as the shaft slid through my inner Whore's Ring again and again, moving just enough to keep reminding me how far up inside me that long cock really
was
... So deep... So fucking
deeeeeep
... "Ohhhhh
unghhhhh
... Uncle
Johnnn
... Fuck
meeeee
..."
Dad slid down to lie beside me, turning my head to the side and putting his cock against my lips. With a whimper, I grabbed it and sucked it in; then he held my head, running his fingers through my hair while I lost myself in cock-lust again, moaning, sucking and licking... all the while John's long cock was stroking slowly, deep in my ass, making my body squirm, both ends awash in rushing waves of pleasure.
Sometime later, my dad pulled out of my mouth and stood next to John, an arm around each of us, pressing against us as John slowly drove his long snake in and out of me.
"Fuck him, John," I heard him say softly in his ear. "Fuck my boy, you pervert... Fuck his
brains
out..."
Looking in my eyes, John pulled me tight against him and flexed his cock again, making it slide up even further inside me. My eyes rolled back once more as rushes of nasty, almost unbearable ecstasy spread out from his deep-thrusting phallus.
"Ohhhh
unghhhhhh
... fuck me, Uncle John,
fuck
me... ohhhh
unghhhhh
..." I mumbled, looking into his eyes, too, when mine could focus. "You fuck your slut-boy so
goood
, Uncle John... He
luhhhhhves
it... Your slut-kid
luhhhhhves
it...
Use
me, Uncle John... Fuck me... fuck me...
fuck
me..."
Dad leaned over and kissed me until John's thrusts became more insistent, jarring our mouths apart, ramping up to a climax that really exploded, slamming into me, pulling my ass back onto his shooting cock. I tried to squeeze the base of it with my anal muscle, milking it as best I could as he held my hips tight against him, his face a mask of orgasmic bliss...
Dad kissed me again, warm lips closing on my open mouth, and our tongues began slowly writhing together... He fucked my mouth with his tongue while John's cock pumped come-juice 'way up inside me.
We stayed connected like that, moving slowly for several minutes afterward until John pulled out. Then we all got up and showered together, hugging and kissing as we washed each other...
John got dressed and left shortly after that-- there was some kind of business thing he had to do. Only Dad and I remained.
We lay on our backs on the bed, still naked. One of his arms was under my head, holding me close; his other hand was stroking my hard-on as my hips moved slowly in response. I reached over and stroked him, too, as our eyes met.
"So what do you think of all this?" he said.
"I'll tell you if you spark up that joint again," I said, smiling. He did, and we passed it back and forth a few times...
"
Sooooo
... what do I think?" I said, after he'd let it go out... I think I want you to fuck your little girl some more..."
"Oh, I will, I will," Dad said with a smile, "but it's your turn to do me now. I need you to fuck
me
, Emil."
I stopped mid-breath and my cock throbbed at the unexpected invitation-- I'd never dared to even imagine such a scene, but I realized right then that I'd actually spent some effort trying
not
to... And now... Oh, my god... His eyes burned into mine as he reached out, taking my wrist and putting my hand behind him on his smooth, firm ass-cheek. I kneaded it gently, half-squeeze and half-caress.
"Would you like to do that?" he said. "Would you like to fuck the old man?" The questions were spoken in a soft, uncertain tone; I responded by kissing him, a long, tongue-searching expression of lust and need that I barely understood but felt so strongly it brought tears to my eyes...
"H-- how do you want...?" I began uncertainly; I had no clue what to do...
"I'll stretch myself out first," he said. "You can watch me do it, Emil... Then you... you just do whatever in hell you want to me... anything at all..."
Everything he said was with a tremor in his voice, but the last few words were spoken with an added hoarseness, filled with a lust I could
feel
... My cock throbbed in anticipation of him squirming on it as I watched him turn away and slide to the edge of the bed.
He stood up and opened the same drawer that the collar had been in, getting out what looked like a long, double-headed cock and a fat syringe with a rounded tip.
"It's called a dong," he said, holding up the rubber cock. "I like it a lot. It helps me open up... And this we call a lube tube-- it gets the lube inside where it needs to be..."
After filling the tube, he climbed back onto the bed and rolled on his side. Pulling his cheek up, he slid it into his hole, pushed the plunger in all the way, and then removed it and laid it beside the dong.
He lubed the dong, put it against his hole and began working the head in, pushing then releasing... pushing then releasing... After half a minute, he gasped, and I saw the head disappear into his tightly stretched anal ring, followed a few seconds later by the slow inward slide of the shiny pink shaft...
"Oh," he said, in between soft moans, "and by the way... call me Frankie, Emil... That old 'Dad' shit'll have to go, you know..." We both laughed, although a little self-consciously. "You enjoying the show?" I nodded energetically. He went on... "You
are
enjoying it, aren't you? You
like
watching me fuck myself... watching this rubber cock go into my ass... You like watching your dad fuck himself with a long toy cock, huh? Why would something like this turn you on, you twisted young man?"
"I--I don't know," I answered as honestly as I could. "M-- maybe it's 'cause I think about how it would feel inside
me
, but maybe it's 'cause I'm thinkin' bout fuckin'
you
like that... yeah-- both of those things... Sooo... go on and fuck yourself with that thing, now, Da-- uh, Frankie... Fuck yourself like you just fucked me...
Daddy
. I
like
watchin' you act like a whore... Say-- how 'bout if I call you
whore-daddy
instead of Frankie? I think that fits-- don't you?" I smiled at him.
He laughed out loud. "You are somethin' else, Emil... You can call me anything you want...
ohhhhhhh
