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A Park Avenue Story
by Julian (ba9ba9goodman@yahoo.com)
***
Teenagers Niki and Junior enjoy each other's bodies
with their parent's approval. (mff-teens, bi, inc,
threesome, oral, anal, voy)
* * *
I turn the corner at 74th and walk up Park to my
building. The bus leaves me off on Madison. The
doorman, a young hispanic dude, nods to me as I enter.
If I was the owner of one of the apartments he'd lift
his cap. But I'm only sixteen and there's a very strict
code of status in this luxury world in which I live.
His eyes follow me in and I can feel them clamped onto
my ass.
Poor Alberto, he wants to fuck me so bad. He's been
watching me closely since I was fourteen, maybe
younger, but he's not that attractive. But I don't
blame him for looking. Today, in celebration of the new
school year I'm wearing outrageous pink stretch pants
that are next to obscene they way the hug every crack
and crevice. I know I'm a cock tease and I love it. But
the doorman is out of my class and he'll have to make
do with his plump Maria.
In the elevator I appreciate again the heavy polished
brass, the rich mahogany, the low hum of powerful
machinery. I might be young but already I know what all
this means, what a Park Avenue address means. I like it
that everything about this building is solid luxury,
and it arouses me. Somehow my libido is connected to
it. I see cashmere sweaters and leather jeans and BMWs
stretching far into the future and I run my middle
finger, idly, along my labia. I'm always aroused, but
these thoughts, and the opening of school always add to
my horniness. School: the hot young bodies to
appreciate all over again, the stories about who sucked
who where during the summer. The smells and the looks.
I could jerk off right in the elevator.
My floor. Dad is in the kitchen. Peggy, the cook, is
off. He greets me with a tight hug, my tits on his
chest. I feel the familiar feel of his strong hand cup
my ass, the tips of his fingers deep inside my crack. I
love him and he's been fucking me for a year. He's very
handsome, and very busy making money—lots of it—as a
producer. Mom right now is on network assignment out of
the country and she knows he fucks me. When she's away
she likes to fuck young technicians on her crew, and
they're not much older than me. With two such horny
parents is it a surprise their children are so horny?
Dad and I have sex often—six, seven times in a week I
figure, if he's not fucking someone on the outside. If
he is, I get more from my brother. So, everybody's
happy.
"I won't been home tonight," he says, taking his hand
out of my ass and sounding a little disappointed. "I'm
meeting Clare for dinner. You know, the designer, so I
don't know when I'll be home."
"Yea, dad" I wink at him. She gets her cute face in the
news all the time and I figure they have the hots for
each other. I think she's in her late thirties. I'll
bet my Dad has screwed scores of good looking pussy,
and I count myself in that group.
Tonight then, it's brother and me. Not that I'm
disappointed. Paul is eighteen and has a beautiful 8
inch cock that I've come to know and love. What chick
at school could resist a dude as handsome as my
brother? His swimmer's body in those drop dead Speedos
he's famous for has made him a male pinup. I don't know
how many girls my brother's fucked besides me—a lot, I
know—and one of them is my cousin Amanda.
I go up stairs to my brother's room. Since it's Friday
he's always home earlier than me. The windows are open
letting the soft warm breezes of the September
afternoon pass through the room. Paul—"Junior" we call
him—is anything but junior at the moment. He's spread
out on his bed clad only in a loose fitting green t-
shirt, his legs open, looking at one of those glossy
celeb magazines. One hand is resting on his abs, and
between his beautiful spread thighs his cock hangs
heavy and very long over his balls. He must have been
caressing himself just before I arrived. I like the way
he shaves his pubic hair into a triangular patch
pointing to his naval. I've been in love with his
gorgeous body ever since I can remember. I note again
his curly black hair, ice blue eyes, square jaw, broad
shoulders and defined muscles and smooth flawless skin.
Nature has been generous to him as well as me. And now,
we have sex.
He nods to me.
"Enjoying yourself"? I ask as I look pointedly between
his legs.
"Look at this chick," he says.
"Nice ass," I say, after inspecting what has his
attention. He grunts. I know he's an "ass man."
"You know who it is?"
I look more closely. "Dad's going out with her
tonight!" I exclaim when I realize who it is.
"I'll bet she's a good fuck," Junior says, evaluating
the picture again.
"You want to do her?"
"I don't know; she's kinda old."
"What's 'at have to do with it? She probably gives good
blowjobs"
"Huh?" he quizzes.
"Well, look at that mouth. You know she can take a big
dick. And dad is big." I notice Junior's cock start to
stir.
"And you too," I add, much to his satisfaction. Junior
likes to hear references to his genitals. "Its Friday.
Wanna invite Amanda over?" I ask, putting on a sly
grin. He knows without being told what I have in mind.
"Sure" he says, flashing a silly grin and touching the
top of his cock lightly with one finger. It starts to
grow fatter as I watch. I bend over and give it a quick
kiss, inhaling the musk smell of him, and move quickly
toward the door. I want to leave before I get too
turned on and spoil my plans for the evening. On the
way out I pick his discarded blue thong off the floor.
I sniff it and then toss it at him.
"Pervert!" he yells.
Later I tell dad our plans to have Amanda over. He
gives me a knowing look and says "Enjoy yourselves,"
then leaves. I know he'd like to fuck her. She meets
all his standards for prime pussy. Maybe I can smooth
the way.
Junior and I nuke some frozen pizza for dinner and each
have a beer. I like the buzz the beer is making in my
head when Amanda arrives around quarter to nine. Her
tits are molded in a tight purple tank top and her
nipples look hard already. Her white shorts are snug
and show off her hips and ass and tanned legs
temptingly.
"Your doorman likes to fuck little girls?" she asks us,
"He undressed me with his eyes."
"You look like such a cock tease!" Junior declares, his
tone implying she shouldn't be so shocked.
"I tease your cock," is her retort, nodding toward the
half-hardon my brother already has in his silky gym
shorts.
"I think we should have a joint first" I say. I always
need something to smooth the take off.
As I roll the grass, my cousin takes a DVD from her bag
and after some chat we settle down to watch. It isn't a
commercially produced one so a little thrill of
expectation runs through my pussy.
The first scene opens with a shot of the moon in the
night sky, and as the camera pans back we see some of
the Manhattan skyline and then a softly lit,
comfortably furnished living room. Slowly, the camera
moves further out and I can just make out a young
couple fucking on the floor. I get a rush. The guy is
on top and has a dynamite body. I begin to react with
heavier breathing as I watch his ass flex and thrust
his dick into the girl. It's like I can actually feel
it in my tight pussy.
"You like?" Amanda asks huskily, and I notice she has
one hand between her legs already. Amanda is such a
beautiful girl and I think I'm in love with her. Does
that make me lesbian? Well, its not like I want to
marry her. She has beautiful smooth white skin, a cute
round face with the most gorgeous big brown eyes. Her
lips are full and sensual and red. When she smiles her
whole face lights up! She's a brunette and keeps her
hair short in a boyish kind of cut tied with a
headband. The girl likes to wear beads and bracelets
and dangly earrings: she looks hip in an innocent sort
of way. She's anything but innocent! That girl has an
ass that when you look at it you want to fuck it. She's
always showing it off. Her tits are just the right size
for her 5'6'' well shaped body. Best of all, she smells
like fresh teenage girl should, and tastes just as
great!
The camera stays on this long shot quite awhile and I
begin to realize the woman is either very small or
else-or else, a chick my age. Now I'm very interested!
I could see myself in that scene. Whoever, the guy is
slamming her hard and she's enjoying it enormously,
grunting like a pig, legs as wide as possible.
"Where'd you get this?" I ask.
Amanda says only "Keep watching." The way she drags the
words I can tell she's getting high.
Suddenly, the camera cuts to a new angle: The chick is
a girl I recognize from school and she's now getting
fucked doggie-like by a good looking guy I think I know
is a private tennis coach. Damn! These are no actors!
The scene is very hot and I want to fuck too. The chick
looks like she's in heaven and when the camera moves
closer I see despite low light the guy has a dick
almost as big as Junior's, and he slowly slides it out
almost all the way to tease her. When she begs, he
slams it back in, real hard. I like that. I want it
that way too.
Junior asks me if I know who the girl is. He's on the
floor, back to the couch, his gym shorts around one
ankle, slowly stoking his rock hard cock.
Before I can answer Amanda crawls over to him and puts
her mouth over the head my brother's dick, careful not
to interfere with his slow strokes. I don't mind she's
on him so quick. After all, he lives with me and I can
have him anytime, so I'm generous. I'm more interested
in the vid action right now.
I go back to the screen and watch. The coach guy fucks
the chick doggie like for a few more minutes, then a
young black dude of about sixteen, beautifully built,
comes into the scene. His hardon is impressive. My
arousal is making me hazy but even so I recognize that
I've seen him hanging around her at school, and he must
be her boyfriend. His tool looks delicious and he plays
with it some, then steps up to her face and she starts
to suck him.
I pause the disc and get down with Amanda and we both
lick my brother. Its amazing how we work together: as
she moves up, I move down, as she goes this way, I go
that way. Its like a dance and we don't have to use
words. We're both salivating like dogs. Lucky Junior!
He's big enough that two girls can work on him at the
same time and still have plenty to do.
The video and the smell of cock gets me aroused so much
I want to try something new. Junior's still on the
floor back to the couch and I leave him entirely to
Amanda's expert mouth as I crawl around behind her.
What exquisite skin she has, still golden from the
summer and no tan line over her ass. I nudge her
beautiful body until she's over Junior on all fours,
her pert and tight ass ready for me. With no hesitation
I plunge my face right into her crack and she moans
like an animal, despite all the cock in her mouth.
"You like it, you little bitch," I think, "and I like
doing it." She spreads wider and I smell her musk and
the scent of expensive soap. I promise she's going to
do this to me too. I want her face in my ass. Junior
and I do it to each other, and have almost from the
start. It took us a little time to loose the inhibition
and trespass the taboo, a violation that we found so
exciting! But this is girl ass I'm sucking the first
time and I love the softness.
Images come into my mind. I recall her lying face down
next to me on the beach last year, and how I stared and
stared at her ass. I see her ass in the tight jeans she
always wears and want my face there. Strange images
too: There she is in math class sitting on the hard
wooden seat and my tongue comes up from below and fucks
her. She tries not to show her arousal to the rest of
the class.
Junior breaks the train, finds the controller and
unpauses the disc. I'm glad for the break since I want
our sex tonight to last a long time.
The girl on the screen reaches her orgasm with the
coach's cock and the black boy sprays his come all over
her when she collapses in exhaustion. I marvel at how
dirty we can be, teenagers still not far from
childhood. We can't even drive yet. I know we're not
the only kids in school fucking family members. Our own
parents may be exceptional, true, but I think most
other parents have an unrealistic view of their
children's innocence. I'm glad to have started sex this
way, with my family. No one pressured me; it happened
by mutual desire, and boy did I want it!
Jump to the next scene. It's the black kid. This time
he's with another boy, a light skinned mulatto who's
probably a little younger and very, very attractive in
a fem sort of way. The older is fucking the younger up
the ass. I've never seen two boys fuck and when the
closeup shows his dick sliding up the kid's ass I
wonder what it feels like.
Amanda comments "Isn't it awesome? Its sooo hot to
watch two boys."
I ask my brother if he's ever done it with another boy
and though he says no, I'm not sure. All those humpy
guys on the swim team, lean and muscular, displaying
what they have through the skimpy spandex: I'd be
surprised if there wasn't any boy-boy action there. At
school there's plenty of girl on girl action and we're
not too uptight about it. Even as far back as fourth
grade, at summer camp, there was a lot of masturbation
with other girls. But it's hard to find out about the
boys.
The scene with the boys stops and now it's Amanda on
the screen. She's in her bedroom masturbating in front
of the full length mirror. When she humps herself up to
orgasm with practically all her fingers in her juicy
cunt I'm amazed that she can still stay on her feet.
Next scene it's her again, and the coach is back. It's
a grainy cut, not very long, because they're in a
public place—a locker room, and have to be quick. He's
sprawled along a bench and she's on her knees on a
blowjob mission. That girl does like cock. Before I
have a chance to figure out the location, it ends. I
tell her I'd like to get on that cock too. She says I
should take some tennis lessons.
Again we press the pause button and Amanda gets Junior
on the floor. He's flat on his back and looking up at
her with a mixture of adoration and amusement. I don't
consider Junior my property—after all he's my brother—
so I don't care what she wants to do with him. Junior's
like my personal warm cock to snuggle against at night
until I find someone to go steady. She squats over him
and lowers her ass over his face. Go for it Junior, eat
her good! I can't tell if its her cunt or her rosebud
that's getting the attention, but who cares? I want a
few licks myself so I get in front of her and hold her
face on my pussy.
I feel her hot tongue work it's magic—she's really
good—but let go soon so she can breath. I go down next
to Junior and see it's her pussy he's buried his face
in. Junior is a really practiced cunt lapper. "Eat
pussy, Junior," I whisper in his ear. "Eat her pussy,
eat pussy, Junior!" I urge like a cheerleader rooting
for the home team. I'm proud of my brother's abilities
in all endeavors. "Pussy, pussy," I whisper into his
ear until she comes, whimpering, simpering, into a
shuttering orgasm.
We decide to wash up, then break for some munchies. The
night is softly warm and our teenage nakedness is
natural and casual. Doritos, french fries, popcorn,
earth chips and salsa relieve the hunger pangs. Mom
calls just before we finish and asks Junior how we're
doing and all. She usually calls every night she's on
assignment. I get on the phone and chat awhile. She
knows the three of us are alone and when she says, "I
hope you're all enjoying yourselves," the tone of her
voice says she knows exactly how we're enjoying
ourselves. Mom's great. Very tolerant. And no wonder.
Her father used to fuck her from when she was 15 right
through college. She once told me that grandfather
wanted to fuck me when I got to be 15, but he died
before I was that old. Don't know that I would have.
I can't use her real name but mom watched Junior and me
a few times. My brother and I were never made to feel
inhibited in sexual matters and we used to wrestle and
tumble over each other from as early as I could
remember. During these games I often felt his little
soft cock pressed against me. When I grew a little
older, about ten or so, and we wrestled, I started to
actually feel his cock with my hands. Then his hand
gradually found its way between my legs. Over time, we
wrestled less and felt more. Watching television we'd
sometimes sit close, his arm around my shoulder, the
tips of his fingers lightly stroking my budding
breasts. Or, I would roll over and jam his thigh
between my legs and make tiny hump motions. If mom or
dad came in the room they just ignored us.
We started to have real sex when I was twelve. He was
fifteen. I used to suck him. We'd be watching tv or
something and the touch would get us hot and he'd take
out his dick. A few times mom walked in the room and
almost caught me with Junior's dick in my mouth. The
fact that our clothes were a little undone brought no
comment from her. Finally, we advanced to prolonged sex
sessions in my room or his, getting totally naked and
usually sucking each other.
Then one day, mom surprised the shit out of me. We were
talking about sex in a general way when she said "I
know you and Junior are enjoying each other." I
protested weakly, thinking that's what I should do. She
brushed me aside. "Come, come, now," she purred, "no
need to hide it, kitten. Both you and your brother are
attractive and have strong libidos." She looked me in
the eyes: "Its cool with me. Really." A big smile broke
out on my face and I teared up. She hugged me and I
held her tight. About a week later I was coming out of
Junior's room in just my panties and mom was there. We
looked at each other for a moment and I wondered what
she would do. "Niki," she said in a husky low voice,
"I'd like to watch sometime." And she winked at me. The
hall was dimly lit so I don't think she saw me blush.
But the idea inflamed me.
Think of it, I told Junior. Wouldn't it be hot to be
watched? Wouldn't be an awesome turn on if your own
mother watched? He was a little reluctant. Come on,
she's knows what we do. She sees you naked all the
time; and me. She's practically caught us in each
others pants already, you know. I'm sure dad'll want
to.
In the end, it was just mom that first time. Dad was
away, maybe on purpose, and that night after our
homework was finished mom keep making hints about sex
between us and how horny we must be all the time. We
were in the living room and I could see Junior soon got
an erection from her talking. I stared at Junior and I
could tell he wanted to. Finally, after about fifteen
minutes I told her we were going to go to his room,
smiling stupidly. We left the door open and a small
light on so she could see the bed clearly. In a few
seconds we stripped and fell into a 69 position. My
brother even at that young age was such a stud. He was
rock hard.
Soon mom was in the room, naked, sitting by Junior's
computer. Perhaps we were a little more noisy and
athletic than usual that night, determined to put on a
good show for her so she'd be proud of us. We didn't
hold back. We licked each other's ass hole. She cried
out her approval as she masturbated with two hands. It
was just as good for us. When our performance was over
my brother and I lay sprawled in exhaustion, but before
mom slipped out she kissed us both. We were in awe.
Later, mom said she and dad had the most intense sex
ever while she recounted every detail of his children's
romp. I was fourteen.
Part 2
Junior gets on the phone again to say goodbye. Mom must
have said something interesting to him because he turns
away from Amanda and me to mumble something, while his
free hand idly caresses his balls. Right here maybe I
should say something about Junior's balls: I love them.
He's only five feet eight, but like I said has a
gorgeous eight inch cock, with nice, round, tight
balls. The two of them together just about fit the palm
of my hand and I so much like licking them. They're
heavy and when he fucks me doggy-like they swing up
against me like the clapper of a bell. No wonder he
comes so much when he orgasms: his balls always look so
full.
He hangs up and we fall into a conversation about our
teachers and who's hot and who we'd like to fuck.
Junior has the hots for an English/French teacher he
had last year and I can't fault him. I could even get
in bed with her. She's slim and boyish and very lively,
probably about 26 or 27. She has dirty blond hair
cropped short and is always smiling, and could be a
figure skater with the kind of body she has. I tell
Junior I've seen her in the fitness gym, and in yoga,
and her tits are small, but she has a drop dead ass.
"Speaking of gym," says Amanda, "that new dude who does
our class—now there's a teacher I could fuck!" She gets
a faraway look in her eyes and continues: "He's a bit
old, has a some gray hairs, but boy, what a body!"
She's talking about Mr. Wilson, a handsome black dude
maybe in his late thirties. "You see those arms, Niki?
His biceps are sooo sexy." Amanda's 17 year old pussy
is getting warm for the guy and she puts a hand between
her legs. "And those thighs! Shit, they look like
marble.” She sighs sexily, off into dream land,
"...and...an ass...so firm," she touches herself with
closed eyes now, and I think she's going to jerk off.
Amanda eats pussy sometimes. She's done it with me and
a few others girls. I'm ready to get into her fantasy
with her and I tell her to pretend I'm him, I'm the gym
teacher she wants. With the tips of my fingers on each
of her shoulders I guide her gently down onto her back.
Carefully, I spread her legs, remove her busy hand from
her swollen clit, put my face in its place. I start to
eat her. She tastes as wonderful as ever. Junior gets
into the act and, speaking as if he's Mr. Wilson,
starts telling her what a sexy hot body she has, how
he's been watching her bend and stretch and can tell
she likes to fuck. He says he's fucked many of his
students and that she's one of the best he's ever had.
He says he has a big dick but will be careful not to
hurt her. Meanwhile, my mouth on her pussy is tasting
her juiced-up cunt as Junior's words hit their mark.
It won't be long now before she comes so Junior squats
over her, and now I can feel his lips on the top of my
head. She's working on him with her tongue and he can
barely stand it. I use my middle finger and work it up
into her asshole. Her butt clamps and relaxes, clamps
and relaxes. Her hips start to buck and I hang on
tight. I feel something wet in my hair and I realize
she's made Junior shoot his load. He falls off to the
side while Amanda and I, locked together by her warm
thighs, roll across the carpet as one. She shutters and
moans like an animal, announcing another strong orgasm.
Again, we freshen up. The day was hot and the nighttime
air is still warm even after midnight. We dim the
lights and go out on the terrace, each with a beer,
settling into comfy lounge chairs. No clothes. I look
at the lights in all the windows wondering how many
girls at that moment are getting fucked by brothers,
how many by fathers? by sisters even? How many
thousands of cocks are spurting come at this moment
throughout the city? Down below, traffic on the Avenue
is quieting down with only a few taxis and limos about.
The constant hum of the city remains a foundation of
sound, a vibration always present. We talk about all
kinds of crap as our bodies recover their charge.
Presently, the conversation slowly drifts back to sex
and I ask Junior again if he's done it with a boy, if
he'd like to try? He says no but could imagine it, and
names several boys in his class as possible partners. I
have to hand it to my brother: he really has good
taste. The boys he mentions are all very desirable
hunks.
Robbie the blond is seventeen, a swimmer too, and at
school meets he's one I can't keep my eyes off. A body
as beautiful as a Greek statue, a sultry kind of face
with bedroom eyes, and a nice impressive package
between his legs. A vision of the two of them together
makes my cunt tingle.
Nicholas: Dark with flawless skin, intelligent and
witty. He's not handsome in a conventional way. His
beak nose prevents that but also makes him very sexy.
But a good body and tight ass. He's got dusky,
Sephardic features. He looks as though he could be
dangerous under the right circumstances, like he'd
enjoy rough sex, would tie you up, and then screw your
butt brutally.
"He's very sexy." I hear Amanda coo, referring to
Nicholas. She's got a leg draped over the arm of the
chair and I can see her slit
We start to fantasize about Nicholas, what we'd like to
do with him. Our libidos start to churn and I sense we
are all now exploring new territory in our still
forming sexual make up. I explain how we'd get together
and how Nicholas would kneel on all fours over my
brother, lapping his cock, tasting his balls and ass.
Then I would crawl up behind Nicholas and tie his
wrists together.
"Then what?" a voice asks. My brother's voice is low
and horse and I realize he's turned on by the idea.
"I don't know" I say.
Amanda helps me out. "You have a strap-on. Black and
long. Its oiled up. Nicholas has his mouth full of cock
and his ass is in the air. You put your cock against
his asshole and it slips in, it goes in all the way,
all seven inches goes in."
My brother is definitely turned on. I can see he has
the image fixed in his mind and it's getting him hot.
So, I think, big brother may enjoy a little boy on boy
action after all. Junior's cock starts to stir.
Amanda gets up and kneels at his feet. She starts to
suck on his toes. Junior's head falls back as he drifts
into a revelry. I get a brilliant idea and head for the
kitchen. I hope what I'm looking for is there.
I find it quick. Bless you, Peggy. You keep us well
supplied! I warm the cucumber under hot water and my
cunt is juicing up again. I nuke a pat of butter real
quick and slip a plastic bag over the veggie cock, then
slather it with the butter. I go back to Junior and
Amanda.
I'm in luck because Junior is just where I need him,
ass up, fucking his cousin slowly. I get down near his
butt and start to massage and kiss it. He stops, the
better to enjoy my attention. Then I put the warm
organic dildo against his asshole. He groans with
satisfaction and I'm sure he thinks its my finger.
Encouraged, I push a little. He groans again. I push
more. An inch must be in him now and he's got to know
it's something bigger than my finger. I'm impressed how
much my brother trusts me. I start to work it in and
out and presently about half the green cock is in his
ass. I get a smirky look, and think, "Yo, bro: you had
something up your ass before. Which teammate was it?"
Amanda now asks what's going on and I tell her I've got
a cock up Junior's ass. She coos and says she wants a
picture of it.
"Later," I tell her. I'm too intent on using my brother
like he's queer and I'm some cock proud dude at school.
The feeling is very weird and I'm not sure I like it
but I want to finish. I hold the tail end of the bag in
my left hand while I push the cock with my right as far
in as I think is safe. Soon all three of us get in sync
and gallop toward the finish line. Even though Junior's
spurted several times tonight, he still has a very
strong orgasm. Amanda's a little slower, so I help her
out by sucking on her one of her gorgeous tits.
This is about all we can handle in one night and
eventually I get up and head for my bed, soon followed
by Amanda.
Near daybreak I wake with a need to pee and to get a
cookie and milk. Amanda's body is pressed against mine
spoon fashion and I feel one of her hands between my
legs. Despite nature's needs I linger awhile, enjoying
her warmth and the sweet smell of her body. After all,
this too is one of nature's needs. Dear Amanda I think,
while I listen to her breathing and review the night's
events without guilt, I love our lust and the pleasure
we give each other.
Pale light is beginning to show behind the curtains
when I slip from her embrace and head for the bathroom.
On my way to the kitchen I pass Junior's room and see
he's not there and his bed is still made up. I worry
that we must have left him to sleep out on the terrace
and he must be chilly, so I go out there to check, but
no Junior. As I grab a cup of milk I think he may have
found his sleepy way up stairs and sacked out in the
guest room.
Heading back to my room, I look in there but that's
empty too. Now I'm curious because the only other
bedroom is mom and dad's and I think I ought to get him
into his own room before the cleaning women show up
later. All is quiet as I approach their room but for
some muffled sounds I can't make out. The door is not
closed and I can see into the room because the daylight
is stronger on this side of the apartment. I see
something I can't at first get my head around.
There are two bodies on the big bed. I don't know who
they are. It's two boys. It's two men, maybe. I think.
No, it's a boy—and a man. And I know the man. Slowly,
with some effort, my mind puts it together. It's my
Dad, and, shit!—it's Junior! My Dad is fucking his son.
My Dad is fucking my brother. I'm frozen. I stunned. I
never thought. I want to shout something but I hold
back. Shit! This is too much to take, me standing there
naked like this. I'm holding a stupid cup of milk and I
can see my father's hard cock in my brother's ass. I
don't know if this scene is real or if I'm still
dreaming. I don't know if this is happening because of
what I did to Junior earlier, that I fucked him with a
cucumber. What did I do? Did I make him queer all of a
sudden? Shit! I don't know what to think.
I hear my brother moaning, "Fuck me, daddy, Fuck me
good! Fuck me."
Junior, you son of a bitch!
What I'm watching is going to fuck up my head! This is
why Junior took that thing up his ass so easily! I knew
then that he'd taken it up the ass before, but I had no
idea! Dad? Dad? Are you queer too? How long have you
been screwing your son's ass? How can you be queer?
You've fucked scores of women and from what I hear
you're all the stud. And you, Junior, I know you like
pussy. You've eaten mine enough times, you've had your
cock in me many times. You're no queer. Are you?
I step back quietly and go to our bathroom, the one
Junior and I share. I sit on the commode and lean back
and let my body go slack. I'm sitting where my brother
puts his ass, and right now his ass is getting fucked!
How long has this been going on?
I go back and recall when dad first fucked me a year
ago. Long ago it seems. Oh, Daddy. You felt soooo good!
Maybe I'm jealous. If you're going to fuck one of your
kids I want it to be me. I never expected this kind of
competition from Junior! You remember how your cock
felt when you first slid it into me? You remember how
you said I was the best pussy you ever had? You
remember how you said you wanted to fuck with me since
I was a pre-teen? You felt my ass so many times, why
didn't you do it then, when I was 10 or 11? Maybe my
cunt wasn't big enough. Were you fucking Junior then,
when he was 12? Was he sucking you off? I could have
sucked you off when I was that young. I thought about
your cock and Junior's cock enough times!
That first time was so good, Daddy. I'll never forget
it. We were alone at home on a summer night. Mom was at
the place on M.V. And Junior, where the hell was he? I
think he'd already gone to some summer sports program
for varsity level kids. We were watching that sexy
movie with the lights down low and the sultry city
night was close in on us. My cunt was swollen from the
movie and I so much wanted to come. It would have been
so easy to jerk off since all I had on was one of
Junior's athletic tops, the purple one with the big
white number 8.
I could tell the movie had your motor going from the
little sounds of pleasure and surprise you keep making
every time that chick in the silver jump suit was on
the screen. She might as well have been naked since
every little crevice and twitch was on display. Why did
you pick that movie for us?
I knew what was going to happen. The air had been thick
with sex all night. I stretched out on the couch so I
could display my body. My nipples were hard and I made
sure the fabric gathered around my breasts. It just
happened. It was that easy. You came over and sat on
the floor next to me. You put you mouth on my tit and
even through the shirt, it was like an electric shock
in my body. I closed my eyes ready for whatever you
wanted to do. My pussy felt the soft caress of your
hand. I imagined this is how it was with mom; this is
how it was with those young cunts you were always
screwing. Then your fingers, then your mouth, then your
magnificent, big beautiful cock. I knew then you would
fuck me many times.
I snap out of it. My mind returns to what's happening
right then in my parents' bedroom. I can't tell anyone
about this. Does Amanda know? Why should I think
they're faggots? They like pussy but maybe they like
cock too. They're not gay. In this day and age? A lot
of men and boys experiment. And why should I be so
shocked? We've had incest in this family for a long
time. This is just more... well...well, could I do it
with mom? I think I'm so cool but this is more than my
sixteen year old brain can handle right now.
Sitting there, I let go a strong stream of piss. When
its over, I notice my clit is very, very swollen. I
feels bigger than ever before and I imagine it's really
a boy's dick. I'm so wet. I'm so fuckin' wet. My mind
drifts back to what I just saw. Damn, admit it. It
looked hot! So fucking, fuckin hot!
My finger slides down and touches my inflamed
cock/clit.
Part 3
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 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 begin 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 pants 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 hands 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 stickyness 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 say 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. "O 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: "It's 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 Stuyvesant 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 any 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 Jennifers 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 is 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.
It's 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.
End
Please let me know if you enjoyed this story. 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
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