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A Park Avenue Story - 3
by Julian (ba9ba9goodman@yahoo.com)

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The sexual privledges allowed to sixteen year old Niki 
and seventeen year old Junior expand as they are joined 
by mother and dad, in this concluding Part. (ff-teens, 
inc, oral, orgy)

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PART3


Exhausted, I go back to bed and curl around Amanda's 
sweet body. So soft and warm, she's just the comfort I 
need at the moment. We both smell of sex. My mind races 
across a sexual landscape for a long time. I'm 
fantasizing all over the map: I let Alberto, the 
doorman dude, lead me down to the laundry room where I 
suck him. After that, I'm fucking my brother with a 
long strap-on. I walk around the apartment with it on 
me. I fuck my father with it. 

Even my mother wants me to do her with it. My libido is 
unchecked. If we had a dog, I'd fuck it too. I recall 
the tennis coach's large dick, and he fucks me in the 
ass. That black kid I saw on the DVD is eating me out. 
The handsome history teacher I have this year knows I'm 
the school slut and he spreads me over his desk and 
screws me in front of the class; then each boy and girl 
in the class takes turns with me. These weird images, 
and others like them, run all together and blur, until, 
finally, I fall asleep.
 

When I awake Amanda's gone. The sound of the traffic 
tells me it must be near noon, maybe later. I shower. 
In front of my dresser I take some of the awesome skin 
cream I brought in Paris on my finger and slide it 
along the crack of my ass. I throw on a pair of gray 
cotton baggy gym shorts—they say "NASTY" on the butt—
and an old faded cotton shorty top. The mirror shows 
the top draped from my nipples just the way I like it 
to be. I'm ready to start the day. 

Dad and Amanda are in the kitchen. I notice her, 
already showered, perched on a stool dressed in one of 
my father's old shirts, one I took from him when it no 
longer pleased his fastidious taste. The careless way 
it's buttoned doesn't cover much and I can't help 
notice how her pelvis pushes forward and her legs are 
spread rather wider than necessary. She's looks as if 
trying for a pick-up in some club rather than sitting 
on her ass in our breakfast room. She looks damn sexy. 
I smirk to myself, "You want to fuck him, slut."

Amanda leaves as I'm eating breakfast and the rest of 
the day is uneventful, except one of my classmates 
calls, a boy named Kevin, and asks me to go with him to 
the Modern. Our art teacher said there was a show we 
shouldn't miss and Kevin doesn't want to go alone. 
Kevin is kind of nerdy and not too bright but I like 
him enough to say yes. (He doesn't interest be in a 
sexual way but boys who have fingers as long as Kevin's 
usually have long cocks, so I'm told). 

The trip is kind of a bore and I don't like the show 
and don't understand what we see, but going to Moma 
always reminds how much good-looking ass, male and 
female, there is in this city. 

The place is packed with school kids on this first 
Saturday into the new school year and I began to wish 
Kevin isn't with me so I could flirt with some young 
thing. The trip is worthwhile for me because we're 
going up on the escalator when I hear a man's low sexy 
voice behind me murmur, "what a fuckin' beautiful 
butt," meaning, mine!  I'm wearing my pair of black 
Levi's stretch paints that are like skin. They have a 
little red "Levis®" tag sewn on the inseam over my ass, 
so you have to look. 

As we leave Moma I get a message on my phone from a boy 
I know in the 10th grade, inviting me to a party in a 
brownstone on East 81st. 

The party's just like I expected: lots of prep-school 
dudes and chicks, all pretty hot and on the make, 
throbbing music, hardly any lights but enough so that 
everyone can checkout everyone else. Since I get so 
much screwing at home I can look at the scene with a 
little detachment, feel a little superior. I'm not so 
desperate as the others to get laid, or give the 
impression I'm getting laid in the next five minutes. 

Still, I let this one older dude—he must be about 
twenty-five—get me into a cozy dark corner and feel me 
up. His hand's up under my skirt, the "catholic school" 
skirt, and I don't like him because he's smug: he 
thinks he still has what it takes to attract a young 
teenager. He gets me all damp through my tights but his 
fingers are kind of klutsy. Well, he's attractive 
enough that I do massage his dick through his jeans. I 
see he's going to come and it'd be cruel to stop and 
soon I feel the warm stickiness of his orgasm. Then I 
get rid of him.

I move off to do some dancing with the crowd jammed 
into the large living room. I love this kind of group-
fuck type dancing because all you do is let the beat 
get into and move against other bodies jammed against 
you. Girl or boy it doesn't matter: you just rub and 
let yourself be rubbed and touched. The boy feeling me 
up didn't make me come, but I finished myself off this 
way, sweating and dancing and rubbing. 

I get home about a quarter to two and just me and Dad 
are home. Junior's staying over at a friend's. Dad's in 
the family room slouched down on the couch dressed in 
blue cotton gym shorts and an old white billowy t-
shirt, and as I come in he does nothing to hide the 
fact that he has an obvious half hard-on. Sometimes I 
think my family is over-sexed and all we do is fuck. 
But hell, while I'm having such a good time right now I 
shouldn't complain. This is the one and only life I'll 
have and I'll take the pleasure that comes my way, no 
questions asked.

Dad tells me that Amanda has left a DVD with him and 
that he'd like to watch it with me. I blush very red 
and he just smiles. I think he's been masturbating. 
Still on my mind is the image of my dad and my brother 
in the bedroom, which I really don't think I dreamed 
and want to ask him about. I know we'd fuck during the 
video and asking him then would probably bring out the 
truth.

Sure enough, he starts to eat my pussy and remarks the 
party must have been good based on how I taste. On the 
screen, we watch Amanda blowing her tennis coach. As he 
gets me hot, I describe for him how delicious my cousin 
tastes and how she likes big dicks and that he ought to 
fuck her because I know she wants his. 

He asks me how I know and I said I been noticing lately 
how she is around him, all flirty and gazing into his 
eyes, how she's always stretching her sexy body around 
him, opening her legs and shaking her ass. He pretends 
he hadn't noticed, but I know my dad and I know if 
there's a good looking cunt within a hundred yards of 
him, he's aware.

We get to a new part of the video, where Amanda and 
another girl named Karen, a very beautiful red head 
from school, are fucking around with a double headed 
dildo. It's really long and sometimes most of it is in 
Karen and then most goes into cousin dear. I nibble on 
my father's neck and inhale the man smell of him.

"Didn't I tell you," I whisper hotly into my Dad's ear 
as I swing around on to his lap so he can fuck me, 
"didn't I tell you she likes big ones?"

Slowly, he pushes upward and forces his cock in me. 
Even after a year, he still hurts me a little bit. I'm 
getting used it, but still the first minute or so feels 
like my lips are stretched to the limit and I'm being 
entered by a huge snake. My center is filled by the 
penetration. He's made himself well lubricated and soon  
my body is awash with familiar animal pleasure. Riding 
my father's cock like a hobby horse, Daddy's dick in me 
now feels as good as ever, maybe the best.

I must ask him now, before we loose control. "Dad?" I 
whisper softly. He falls quiet and stops pushing to 
listen to me.

"Humm?"

"Dad, did you ever do this...did you ever do 
this...with another guy?

"Humm?"

"Did you ever... like, do this with Junior, huh?" 

Pause. 

There, I said it.

I feel tension from his body immediately in my cunt and 
before he speaks I know the answer. We're quiet for 
awhile.

"Well, Niki..." he exhales. "Oh Niki..." he sighs. He 
says my name several times and I can feel his cock 
softening in me. Then he continues in a matter of fact 
tone: "Its not something we decided to keep from you." 
There's another long pause while he lets this sink in. 

"Junior was in the seventh grade when he and another 
boy fooled around. They screwed each other's ass. It 
must have bothered him because he came to me to ask 
about it. He thought because he enjoyed it so much he 
was queer. 

"Who's the kid?" I ask.

"Stephen. Remember him?"

"Yeah, cute. He goes to Styuvesant now."

My father goes on to explain how he reassured my 
brother and told that he himself did the same with boys 
at around the same age as Junior, and that even in 
college Dad and his roommate used to relieve the 
tension of the day by jerking each other off, or 
sucking one another, and even fucking if they were 
aroused enough. 

"Wow" I think. All of this is a revelation to me. Dad 
sucking cock. Getting fucked by another boy. You tend 
to think your parents never had a sex life when they 
were kids, at least so I thought in my dad's case. 
We've got lots of pictures of him when he was a very 
cute 12 year old. I'm sure all the girls at school got 
wet panties over him. 

He goes on to tell me that he and junior had sex only a 
few times. The first time, Junior was sixteen. 

"Niki, you have no idea how attractive he was, all 
spermy and glowing and so full of beautiful life."

What? Hello? I have to remind Dad that of course I 
know. I, too, was doing sex with him when he was 
sixteen. 

"Doesn't he have the most magnificent dick and balls?" 
my father exclaims proudly. What a family! I find it 
weird to be talking to my father about my brother this 
way. 

"I love his body," I hear myself say, "all that 
swimming."

"Yeah, that's why his ass is so great."

"I guess you know," I say in ironic tones. At this my 
dad blushes, the first time I seen him do so in years. 

"Well," he says, "we never decided to hide it from you. 
Your mother knows. I told her after the first time. I 
guess he had his own reasons for not telling you."

I muse on this for awhile. I'm a little peeved that I 
wasn't in on this bit of family history but decide to 
tell my feelings later. Still, I wonder what other 
secret rooms in our relationships I might not know 
about. Now, one thing is clear to me: I want to be part 
of it. I want the three of us together. I want to see 
what they do, slut that I am. 

I coo in Dad's ear and nibble on his delicious earlobe, 
give his neck little bites again. He quickly gets as 
hard as before. Visions of the two males in my family 
having sex brings me off fast. Him too. I get off dad's 
rod just in time to watch him blast his magnificent 
sperm all over both of us. I look at the pearly drops 
on our skin and say quietly, "I came from that." 

Mom returns early Sunday. It's good to have her back. 
Dad and Junior are chipper all day and the three of us 
go out to dinner on 2nd Avenue while she recovers from 
jet lag. Over our fabulous dessert Dad gets all 
mysterious like and says that next weekend—late Friday—
we'd all four of us be going to Martha's V, to our 
place, for a "special" three nights together. 

I get the point right away and it makes my pussy 
quiver, but Junior, slower, starts to protest he wants 
to make other plans. Our young attractive waitress 
comes just then with the check. She knows Dad's 
importance and gives him an elaborate display of charm 
which he just soaks up. During this flirtation and as 
Dad watches the cute ass of the waitress as she walks 
away, I murmur an aside to my brother: "Junior, the key 
word here is special. 'Special,' get it?" 

My brother's face lights up: "Oh!" Junior exclaims, 
"Sure, Yeah! I want to too." Done!

The week drags. School starts to ramp up as our 
teachers pile on the work as if to justify the heavy 
tuition. No prob. I can handle it. Most of private 
school is all show anyway. Finally, on Friday I cut my 
last two classes (with permission), catch the limo 
waiting on us outside school, and head for the airport. 
In the car my brother chats me up about my classes and 
shares some new gossip, but nothing sensational. Going 
over the bridge, he claps his hands behind his head and 
scrunches further down into the glove soft leather.

"'shame Amanda can't go with us," he says, looking out 
over the river.

"Yea, why?"

"Well, this is going to be a "special" weekend, right?"

The flight gets us down in time to have a fabulous 
lobster dinner at the Black Dog, after which we each 
crawl into our beds. I can't speak for the others, but 
I usually end my day by masturbating, and that's how I 
send myself off to dreamland. 

Dad had called ahead to Gus the caretaker to stock the 
refrigerator so next morning we have one of Dad's great 
breakfasts. Mom is in a great mood since she's in the 
middle of five days of comp time without and demands 
hanging over her. A rest cure she calls it.

Later, we head out to the boat. It’s a bright and 
sparkling day and after the early morning breeze dies 
down, pretty warm in the sun. As we clear the harbor 
articles of clothing are shed. Mom looks fabulous: her 
training and careful diet keep her trim and tight. 
We're all blessed with wonderful skin, she most of all. 
I study her womanly shape more carefully and realize 
how closely my figure follows hers. 

Men all over the United States see her on television 
and want to fuck her. They write her letters saying so. 
In just her sunglasses and pink thong she looks like a 
model, which in high school she once was, displaying 
teen fashions. Lucky Dad, lucky brother. After enough 
sun to maintain her tan, she throws on a turquoise 
shirt, which she doesn't button. I can see her 
beautiful tits all firm and pointy when the shirt falls 
open first on one side, then the other, following the 
motion of the boat.

Junior's at the helm in just his Speedos, the "special" 
ones he can't wear at school. They're baby blue and too 
small for him, plus he's cut out the inner panel so the 
suit is so sheer it looks sprayed on. To be wearable at 
all his large cock has to rest in them sideways. His 
balls are nicely outlined. He might as well be naked: 
it'd be more comfortable!

Not to be unduly modest, I've shed everything except 
baseball cap, sunglasses, and sneakers. 

Dad is below fixing drinks and when I go down to help 
him all he has on is a green polo shirt. The motion of 
the swell seems to have made him swell and his long 
dick swings very provocatively. In the cramped galley 
space I position myself in front of him and instantly I 
feel his dick nestle into my ass. Our family has never 
fucked on the boat (as far as I know) and I think how 
decadent it would be to do so. But since this is a 
"special" trip, some plan has been made for us so I'm 
not going to be the one to start anything: it might 
spoil the agenda. 

The rest of the sail is leisurely and erotic. I throw 
on a terry shorty and as we lounge and enjoy the 
drinks, letting the boat drift, my father tells a few 
smutty jokes, mom speculates on the sexual skills and 
physical assets of some of her on-air colleagues, both 
male and female. 

With a little bit of prompting from us, Junior tells of 
the sexual proclivities of his current bedmate, a girl 
at school named Jennifer; news: she likes to be tied 
down. I'm not surprised. It's always the sweet-looking 
Jennifer's who have all these steamy kinky desires. I 
chip-in with a brief rundown of the romp of last 
weekend with Junior and Amanda, leaving out the last 
part. Its not until the evening, at home, that the 
"specialness" of this mini-vacation begins to unfold. 

We order seafood take-out in, and then have drinks out 
on the deck. Our place is so situated that 90 percent 
of the deck is private. We're naked as we usually are 
when here, and stretched out on comfy- cushiony deck 
chairs. The sun is way down low and that special summer 
light happens where all the colors glow, and anything 
white looks fluorescent. Magic.

When Dad gets up to get more iced tea Mom asks for a 
refill also. He brings her a new glass but instead of 
taking it, she puts an arm around his waist and pulls 
him close. His back is to us but I see her head duck 
down and I know what she's doing. So it starts. We 
watch. Junior's dick it straight up and looks as hard 
as granite. My labia is swollen in no time and the tip 
of my clit is pushed out between my lips. 

"Handsome man getting his cock sucked by a beautiful 
woman" is all I can think. She's really good at it, 
too. Despite myself I compare notes. She's more active 
and works all sides, whereas I tend to work only on the 
head. Well, anyone's mouth on my dad's dick seems to 
please him. His body melts into a more fluid form.

Mom motions to Junior to come near. I take Junior's 
vacated seat to see the action better. Mom rubs and 
massages and kneads her son's beautiful balls and ass. 
The two men's hands are not idle: Dad is rubbing his 
son's neck and shoulders and my brother has his around 
his own dick, squeezing. He makes fucking motions with 
his pelvis.

Here we are. This is a first. All four of us. A new 
chapter in our family history.

Mom is straddled over the foot of her lounger with her 
thighs spread open and I get closer by leaning on the 
cushion behind her. I slip my hands around her slender 
waist and nuzzle my cheek against hers. She's still 
sucking dad but now I'm close enough to take Junior 
into my mouth. 

I know my brother can pop his nut very fast so I go 
slow and easy on him wanting all this to last very 
long. Both men express their pleasure and approval with 
grunts and moans and slow sensual body language. The 
daylight is fading fast but there's enough candle light 
to take its place and bathe us in warm glow. I wonder 
if the camera will take good shots without the flash.

I release Junior from my mouth and whisper into Mom's 
ear. "Tell Junior to suck him." She groans. I repeat my 
words, more insistently. "Tell him!"

She takes Dad's dick out of her mouth and holding it at 
the base she "presents" it, saying to my brother: "Suck 
it. Suck his dick. Suck your father's cock." Now, you 
have to realize my brother is a very handsome dude, a 
star athlete and leading student desired by many girls 
at school, proud and used to having his way, so to see 
him do this, to see him fall to his knees and do as 
told is very exciting to me. 

Mom shows me how to increase Junior's pleasure. At her 
instruction I lubricate my middle finger and work it up 
into his ass carefully, but push as far as I can go, 
feeling for a glad that, if I stimulate it she says, 
will almost by itself cause a boy to orgasm. I sort of 
heard about this but wasn't sure it was true. I feel 
the part she means and my brother's reaction tells me 
its true. Mom hunches down in front of Junior's dick 
and opens her mouth just in time because I make Junior 
pop in moments this new way. Me and my mom's team work 
makes me feel very accomplished.

Pleased with myself, I stretch out on the deck and see 
the last rays of daylight fade from the big puffy 
clouds over head. Then, they disappear all together 
because Mom gets over me on all fours and lowers her 
cunt an inch from my lips. To encourage me I feel her 
wet warm tongue on my clit, pushing against it 
insistently. I take a taste. Oh mom, you taste just 
like me. Your smell is so sweet. I came from you. You 
gave me life here between your legs.

One of the others, I think my brother, tries to get his 
dick in her. She spreads and lifts more so he can, and 
I get a pillow pushed under my neck. Yes, it's brother 
dear. Now both her children are at the source. Fuck 
her, brother! Fuck her hard! I can taste and smell you 
both and it makes me wild. I hear mom moaning like and 
animal. Barely in control, she tells Dad to come around 
and put his dick in her mouth.

I gets hard to say what happens now. 

A dream-like state starts to come over me. All four of 
us are connected. Connected for the first time. I could 
die happy right now. I see faces of girls and boys I 
know and I think smugly "See. You haven't done this." 
These thoughts then melt and all I feel are colors and 
shapes, and the most intense sensual experience 
energized by every nerve ending in my skin. 

I seem to loose the boundaries of my body and begin to 
merge with the three other beings, my family, seeing 
them and knowing what they are doing and thinking, and 
what they know inside. Its like I've become them and 
we're one being, one animal, not only members of a 
family but one sexual body with four sets of genitals. 
I know them now as they know themselves, their closest 
secrets and desires. 

Revealed to me in this unspoken way is knowledge that 
my father once raped a girl; that my mother likes to 
piss on the young men she fucks, that my brother 
sometimes likes give and feel pain when he has sex. 
Secrets like these. And my little secrets: what do they 
know of me? Do they know what I let that dog do to me? 
Do they know the sight of a horse's cock gets me so 
intensely aroused that's why I've never ridden?

All I can do is list the things that are happening. My 
thoughts can no longer keep themselves too organized. 
They aren't really thoughts at all, just "things." Some 
very, very deep level of animal being is being entered.

I lick my mother's cunt and feel like the infant I was 
emerging from that spot. She licks me as I use my 
tongue on my brother's ass. My father sucks Junior 
while Mom—it's really happening—fucks her son with a 
strap on. She gives it to me and I wear it, fucking her 
ass with it, then brother sucks it, and finally I fuck 
my father as he lay face down on the lounger. More, but 
I can't go on. I must to stop. The words for what we 
are doing are breaking up and slipping away. I don't 
know how anymore. 

All that remains is Unity.

This is my first posted story. I would like to write 
others. Your reaction to this one will encourage more. 

Julian - ba9ba9goodman@yahoo.com

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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