It is extremely hard to process much of anything when you are sucking a cock. At least that was my initial impression. Yet there I was, between my wife's brothers legs, stroking, licking and sucking for all I was worth. I was intoxicated by it all. Showing off for the girls. The taste of flesh. But not labia. Rather, the veiny ruggedness that only a thick, hard penis has. The salty pre-cum that I had only ever tasted from my own body flowing freely onto my tongue and down my throat. My face being gently fucked as he held my head and made love to my mouth. Him, now upright on his knees, reached over to the bedside and grabbed his phone.
"Lay on your back and smile" he said with a confidence in his voice.
I turned over, my naked body flat on my back. My head between his thighs and his 8" of rock hard dick now rested across my face. Both girls now running their fingers on my body stop to clap at the sight of him collecting what I presume was a souvenir. His phone flash started firing and the squeals of the happy girls made me even more eager to perform. I tilted my head backwards, opening my throat wide and I guided his massive prick back into my face.
"Fggg ik" I try and choke out the sentence.
He tried to fuck my virgin throat, but I started aggressively gagging. He pulled out and smacked my face with his fat dick. His huge balls bouncing off my forehead. He again wiped his massive tool all over my face, before sitting back down against the headboard of the bed.
"Sit with me. I want to show you something."
I roll over and back up and he pulled me in beside him. Our naked bodies side by side. His hand now wrapped around my cock and he leaned in and kissed me. His tongue probed my mouth. Sucking cock was one thing. Now making out with a man was another entirely new experience altogether. I found my hand also on his dick and we stroked each other while we kissed.
Amy and my wife were both also kissing, now at the foot of the bed. Both couples, essentially partner swapped, engaging in a bisexual make-out session. All of us naked, hard, wet and in the most inappropriate setting my mind could imagine. To this day, the sounds of all our lips and tongues, the moaning, the distinct sounds of the women fingering each other, and the wet friction of two men pumping each others cocks up and down still rings in my ears.
Our kiss broke, and he asked, presumably a rhetorical question. "Have you figured out now, how my sisters asshole is so easy to fuck?"
I looked over at my wife, who suddenly had the biggest smile on her face. It all clicked.
