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Subject: {ASSM} Once Around the Family - Chap. Four
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Once Around the Family

By Toulouse




                                                 Chapter Four


	Once again Dad took over the conversation. "Watching your mother suck 
another man's cock was getting me more excited than I had ever been 
before. But when Jean Paul suddenly stiffened up and started grunting, I 
knew he was coming in her mouth. It was the most erotic thing I have 
ever seen. So much so I couldn't hold back anymore myself and like 
Roger, I couldn't remember ever coming that hard before.
	Well Jean Paul backed away from your mother and I just sat down. But 
your mother, she still had a surprise for me. She turned around, pressed 
those sexy lips against mine and threw her arms around my neck.
	When I pushed my tongue past her lips I got the first surprise. Her 
mouth was still full of Jean Paul's cum. At first I tried to pull away 
but she held on and wouldn't let go. When I pulled back my tongue it was 
already coated with his spunk. There was nothing I could do but swallow.
	That's when I realized it wasn't bad. I actually found that I liked the 
salty bitter taste. It was a good thing to because your mother just kept 
pushing her tongue in and out of my mouth feeding me Jean Paul's juices.
	When we broke the kiss Jean Paul was lying beside us on his back trying 
to recover from his orgasm. Your mother crawled up by his shoulder 
leaned down and kissed him. As they separated, I know she said something 
to him but I couldn't hear what. Jean Paul just gave a nod of his head 
in response.
	I watched as your mother placed her knees on either side of his head 
and lowered her dripping pussy over his mouth. Her hands cupped his 
hands to her breasts. Fascinated I watched Jean Paul's tongue lapping at 
her cunt like a thirsty animal at a water trough. He was actually 
cleaning my spunk out of her pussy.
Your mother arched her back and let her head fall backward. Then she 
started to move her hips. She rode his face like a cowboy riding a 
horse. She rubbed her pussy all over his chin, mouth and nose. And Jean 
Paul, he just kept using that tongue digging deeper and deeper inside of 
her, cleaning all traces of me having been there.
Letting his hands go she leaned forward and started to jack his cock 
back to life. It didn't take long before she had him hard as a rock 
again and ready to go.
She looked at me and bent Jean Paul's cock toward me. It was only two 
words but you could have knocked me over with a feather when she said, 
"suck it".
I think I was kind of in a shocked state at that point. I just couldn't 
believe the woman I had been married to for over 20 years just told me 
to suck a man's cock.
Almost like an unseen force was controlling me, I crawled my way up his 
legs, never taking my eyes off your mother's eyes. When my face was over 
his prick your mother put her other hand on the back of my neck and 
pushed me down on it.
Never before would I have even considered touching another man but then 
it just seemed so right, so natural.
My lips brushed the head and inhaled his scent. I could smell Monique on 
him and it excited me. Parting my lips I let my tongue wipe the precum 
from the tip. There was very little taste and what there was wasn't 
unpleasant.
I heard your mother telling me "take him in your mouth, suck him" and 
then she pressed down on the back of my head. Opening my mouth, I took 
him in. His cock was so warm and hard. Never having done this before, I 
wasn't sure of myself. I just tried to do to him what I would like done 
to me.
Opening my mouth wide I sunk down on his cock until it hit the back of 
my throat. I gagged a little and backed off just a bit then I tried 
again. This time as it hit the back of my throat your mother pushed down 
on my head. His whole length was forced in me. My throat expanded to 
take him in and I thought I would choke. But that didn't happen. Sandra 
held my head down until I relaxed. After that it was a challenge to see 
if I could deep throat him on my own.
I must have been doing something right because I could hear Jean Paul 
moaning and his hips were bucking up to meet me whenever I backed off 
him. Faster and faster I slid up and down his length, each time pulling 
off until only the head was still in my mouth and then pushing back down 
until my lips pressed against the base.
Your mother's moans were mixing with his, both rapidly moving toward 
orgasm. I could look up and see that Sandra was still riding his face. 
His tongue was sliding along her entire gash from clit to asshole. She 
was staring intently at me.
"When he comes, share it with me" she ordered as she stiffened. With her 
head thrown back, she screamed when her orgasm overtook her triggering a 
similar reaction in Jean Paul.
The swelling of Jean Paul's entire girth signalled his impending 
release. Massive leg muscles bulged trapping my body between them. His 
fingers dug deeply into Sandra's breasts.
With a roar, muffled by Sandra's dripping cunt, his hips lurched upward 
forcing his entire length deep into the recesses of my throat as shot 
after shot of his thick milky white cum drenched my tonsils.
	At this point I felt a strong compulsion to speak up. "Please don't 
think ill of me Dad...Roger, but really what the hell does this have to do 
with me?"
	"The point is, that day things changed for us. We became more open, 
more aware of ourselves, our needs and the needs of others around us. 
And the pleasures that such an awareness can bring with it. As for how 
this affects you...We have always been a close knit family. Your mother 
and I have talked at length about bringing you and Jessie into our 
world, so to speak, if you want to.
	We discussed this with Roger and Tammy before deciding on how to 
present this to you and Jessie. We even planned a private family 
gathering for later on but you guys sort of forced our hand."
	"What do you mean we forced your hand?" I queried, totally at a loss.
	"We really did mean to welcome you at the door when you got back from 
your honeymoon but, well, we had a few to drink, forgot about the time 
and....."
	Roger interjected at this point, "You guys caught us with our pants 
down. You weren't supposed to find that girl in the blue room. But 
seeing that you did and the way both you and Jessie responded to her, we 
only see that as an indication you may be more open to our lifestyle 
than we were expecting you might be. You see there is a hidden camera 
and microphone in that room. We heard and saw everything. In fact we all 
did. The monitor on the other end was set up in the middle of the party."
	It was my turn to be knocked over with a feather. To say I was stunned 
would be the understatement of the century. I guess I realized from the 
start the chances of my parents finding out what went on in the blue 
room were inevitable but to find out that a crowd of approximately fifty 
people actually watched us perform was just a little overwhelming. 
Especially when you consider some of those people were related either by 
blood or marriage.
When I regained my composure I questioned my father and Roger, "so even 
if I agree, Jessie will also have to agree or it's no dice. How do you 
plan on introducing her to this way of life of yours?"
"That's already being taken care of" replied my father with Roger 
standing beside him nodding his head. "Your mother and Tammy are having 
much the same chat with her right now as we just had with you. Hopefully 
she'll be as turned on by the idea as you seemed to be."
	Dad was right; I was turned on by the whole concept. Raunchy, 
lascivious and lusty ideas were racing through my mind. But just as 
suddenly my thoughts came to a crashing halt. No one had mentioned my 
sister, Shari.
Shari, two years my junior, was attending university upstate. I could 
foresee problems arising between semester breaks and the summer months 
when she would return home. I felt it prudent to ask, "what about Shari? 
How does this all work when she is home?"
	Both my father and Roger turned their gazes toward each other before 
returning to look at me. "I don't think you'll have to worry about 
Shari. We've already taken care of any potential embarrassment there" my 
father replied. "But we'll discuss that later with you and Jessie. Right 
now, if you are in agreement, we should concern ourselves with how 
Jessie is accepting or not, of our proposal."
	"The ladies agreed to meet us back at the party with her decision, so 
we should be going. But one more thing before we do, there are certain 
rules that you should know about, the main one being absolute 
confidentiality concerning the identities of anyone you may meet at one 
of our parties" my father cautioned.
	"Another main rule is no one is to be forced into anything they don't 
wish to be involved in. We have set up a system where role playing is 
the deciding factor on how involved you consent to be. At the beginning 
of each party there are three baskets set up. Each basket has marbles in 
them. The marbles are colour coded and divided so that if there are 
going to be 50 people at the party, 25 red marbles are in the first 
basket. Anyone taking a red marble from that basket is a dominant for 
the event. The second basket has 13 yellow marbles in it. Taking a 
marble from that basket makes you a servant for the party. And in the 
third basket are 12 black marbles. Taking one of these makes you a slave 
for the party. You've already encountered a slave in the blue room.
	The dominants will  be pretty obvious for at least the first part of 
the event because they will be pretty much fully dressed. The servants 
must wear a starched white collar and matching cuffs. The females wear a 
black leather bra and both sexes wear a black leather thong. They will 
fulfill their roles as if they actually are servants. The slaves will be 
dressed or undressed in any fashion a dominant tells them to wear. A 
servant, like a slave, gives up their right to order anyone to do 
anything but unlike a slave can refuse to do anything they are not 
comfortable with. A servant may at any time after meals are served 
remove their collar and cuffs to become a slave. A slave realizes that 
they are subject to the whim of any dominant and cannot refuse anything 
a dominant orders them to do.
If you arrive at a party and there are no remaining marbles of the 
colour you wanted, you have the option of taking a different colour or 
not attending the party. To my knowledge, no one yet has left a party.
	Just one more rule you need to know. Everyone who once accepted and 
then agrees to join our parties must agree to be a slave for at least 
their first party. Any questions?"
	"No. I think its all pretty clear" I replied.
	"Then let's get going" Dad and Roger said in unison.

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