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Eyes wide, my mind raced with conflicting emotions. Shock. Fear. Need. For a moment, a moment that seemed like an eternity, I couldn't do anything but look up, mouth agape, at his muscular form.
It was too late. There was no way out of this.
"Neil, is that you?" Rosemary's voice sounded from within the bedroom.
"Yes, it's him," John answered for me, his eyes never leaving mine.
His penis reflected the light from the room, and I marveled at his shaft and the underside of his glistening, purple helmet. His full, almost hairless balls dangled between his solid thighs. My mouth watered, and it was then I noticed my own erection straining to get out of my shorts.
"Well, come on in," John opened the door completely. I rose from the carpet to see Rosemary in bed, exposed from the waist up. The blanket was bunched around her waist as she beamed at me.
"Don't be afraid, honey," she said. "Come in." I drank in the sight of their nude bodies. "It's okay," she added, sensing my obvious hesitation. "We're not angry."
Her smallish breasts were dominated by full, red areolas and thick, protruding nipples. I couldn't stop staring at how beautiful and alluring she was, skin pale and freckled, eyes smiling.
"I...I..." The idiot could not speak, but was fully aware of the tentpole he was presenting to his hosts.
"Neil," John repeated.
Again, he called me by name, instead of the usual "kid" or "son". By now, I was on my feet, keeping a respectful distance from his cock. But God, I wanted to get naked, run between his arms, take a nipple in my mouth or grasp his erection and blow him to completion. John continued.
"Neil, you can go back to bed..."
"Or you can join us," Rosemary interrupted. From the look on her face, I had the impression she wanted the latter.
Without a word, I entered their bedroom. I jumped slightly, surprised as John put his hand on my shoulder, walking behind me as I approached the bed and Rosemary's naked form.
"Easy, kid." John returned to that word. I was starting not to mind. To me, it made the encounter all the more erotic.
"What were you doing out there?" Rosemary kept smiling, her voice teasing me.
I hesitated to respond, but only for a second. At this point, I was done with trying to hide my hunger. I wanted sex from them, and I wanted it right away. Consequences be damned.
"God, I'm so horny," I blurted out, my voice quivering. "I need to fuck."
"Oh, myyy..." Rosemary chuckled, putting her hand to her mouth. John grunted behind me, his pole bobbing only inches to my right.
"My darling boy," she cooed. "How can we make it better?"
When I didn't respond, she continued.
"Do you want to come to bed?"
"You can sleep between us," John added. "Maybe a little sleep and something else."
I turned my head to look up at him. His smile was as broad as Rosemary's. He continued.
"You don't realize how obvious you are when you're checking us out, Rosie and I, especially by the pool. We started trying to show you more, just to keep you happy." We arrived at the bed. John never strayed more than a few inches from me. "Now here we are." He waved his hand in a sweeping motion.
"Yes, here we are, honey," Rosemary echoed her husband's words. She stretched her arms out, wanting to embrace me. I started to climb on the bed to join her.
"Wait a minute, there." John's hand squeezed my shoulder again. "There's a rule about the bed."
"Yes," Rosemary added, looking at John, then me. "No clothes in bed."
"You need to slip off those shorts." John's hand caressed my waist, stoking the fire in my body.
In a heartbeat, my last shred of clothing slipped down my legs and I kicked them off. I don't recall if I or John had removed them, but I stood there a second later, totally nude, my erection playing a distant second to John's.
"Get up here, then," Rosemary beckoned, gazing at my naked body.
The next moment, she and I were locked in a tight embrace, much to John's delight.
"Yeah, that's it," he murmured, relishing the sight of so much bare skin.
"Ohhh, my sweet guy," she whispered as our bodies pressed together, swaying back and forth. "At last, at last...but what's this thing poking me?"
"I dunno," I mumbled into her breasts, my need throbbing between my legs. I gasped, writhing in pleasure as her fingers wrapped around it.
"Feels like someone's got a hard-on." Rosemary squeezed my cock, pulling back the skin. I panted and bucked slightly, trying to control myself.
"Goddamn, he's horny," John said behind me. "I do think he needs to fuck, and soon."
"What do you say, honey?" Rosemary pulled back, looking into my eyes. "Do you want to fuck me?"
I could hardly believe what was happening!
"Y-yes," my voice quivered as she gently stroked my cock. I knew where it had to go but, being a virgin, the actual penetration process was still uncharted territory. Rosemary's open thighs were nothing like the pillows I had fucked silly, or my hand. She sensed my confusion and hesitancy.
"Perhaps you need to nurse a little," she whispered. Reclining against a big, fluffy pillow, she cupped her breast, offering it to me. "Come get it, honey."
I didn't need any more encouragement as I lowered my face to her torso. I drew as much of her flesh into my wet, warm mouth as I could, eager to suck something. Anything. Her large nipple rubbed against my tongue and the roof of my mouth as I sucked on it like an infant. A gentle sigh of approval sounded in my ears.
"That's it, baby," she purred. "Suck it hard. Take all of it."
Her hand cupped the back of my head, her delicate fingers rubbing my scalp, pressing my face more firmly against the object of my attention.
John groaned again as he watched us, and I could smell his arousal. I reached up to squeeze Rosemary's other breast, eliciting more and gasps and sighs.
For an eternity, I suckled her beautiful mound, inhaling the scent of her body and its delicate perfume. In spite of the sudden turn of events, I had the presence of mind to be in the moment, my mouth full of Rosemary's tit, sucking away blissfully. Whether or not this would ever happen again, I possessed this moment forever, locked away in my brain. Little did I know what was to come.
In time, Rosemary's body shifted and she pulled her breast away. For a second, a strand of my saliva clung to her wet, puckered areola, stretching across to my lower lip. I looked up at her face inquisitively. Were we done?
"Now the other one," she instructed, offering another glossy areola with its thick nipple at the ready.
Yes! My mouth went into action. Lost in pleasure and contentment, I drew on her other breast with renewed vigor. Fresh sensations of pleasure forced Rosemary to cry out gently.
"Yes, love, yes!" She whispered. "God, it feels so good."
There was no question John was enjoying the show.
"Damn." I felt his hot breath on my neck as he practically melded his body against us. His boner was never far away, bumping and rubbing against me as he moved around for a better view. He made no secret about what he wanted. "It's time to fuck."
"Be patient," Rosemary admonished her husband. "If this is truly his first time, it should be special!" She whispered to me. "Honey, are you a virgin? It's okay if you are. There's no need to be ashamed."
I whimpered, nodding my head, never letting go of her breast.
It was all too much for John and he had to act. He grasped my waist.
"Get up, Neil," he said, pulling me away from Rosemary and my eager feeding. I obeyed, reluctantly, but hoped there were greater things in store for me that night. He looked up at Rosemary.
"Open your legs," he commanded, his eyes dark.
She obeyed, drawing her legs up and parting them. I was greeted with the lovely vision of her fiery bush, a pair of wet pussy lips at the center, ready for penetration.
"On your knees." John pulled me into a kneeling position between his wife's long, smooth legs. Quivering with arousal and expectation, I sandwiched myself between her thighs, resting my arms on her kneecaps.
"It's time to fuck," he repeated. As a writer, I'm sure verbalizing what was about to happen added to his arousal. My aching rod bobbing, ready to go, I was more than ready to lose my cherry.
John, also on his knees, moved up behind me. I jumped slightly as he reached around to grasp my cock.
"Let me help you." His voice was hoarse with lust. I moaned affirmatively as he pressed his body against mine, his erection pointing up, rubbing against my bare back.
"Just relax." John pressed his stubbled cheek against mine as he gently stroked me. His free hand held me against him, rubbing back and forth across my chest, teasing my hard nipples. "Let's take that cherry from you."
With John's guidance, I felt the tip of my cock rub against Rosemary's silky wetness. She panted as her husband slid it underneath her swollen clit.
"That's it, honey." Squirming from arousal, she stroked my neck, gazing into my eyes. Rosemary lifted her ass slightly as her hands grasped my waist. "Push."
I obeyed and, moving gently, entered her body. John released my cock and backed off a bit, allowing me some space to maneuver. Rosemary's body offered no resistance except for the caress of her snug pussy gripping me. She was so wet!
Oh, my fucking God.
I came to the realization that this was it. I was losing my virginity!
Nothing I'd ever experienced prepared me for that initial sensation as our bodies coupled. I gasped, mouth agape, lifting my head in pleasure.
"Ohhh, yes." Her voice quivered a bit. Whatever I was doing was giving her intense pleasure as well.
"That's it, that's it...yes." John traced his fingertips across my naked skin. "I love watching you fuck for the first time."
In other words, my inexperience was turning him on even more! Jesus, John was really quite the pervert, but for me, it made the experience all the more erotic. My buttocks tensed as I pushed deeper into his wife's body.
"Oh, yes...YES!" Rosemary exclaimed joyfully as I began moving against her. She placed her hands around my waist.
"Rosie, I..." My open mouth fell silent as she started undulating beneath me, returning my thrusts. Pleasure overwhelmed my loins.
"Such a good lover." One of her hands rubbed the small of my back and my buttocks as she felt my muscles tensing repeatedly, engrossed in the act of fucking. Soon, we established a mutual rhythm as our bodies started slapping together.
"Good lover, yes..."
I wanted to be even closer to Rosemary, so I leaned towards her, never wavering in our steady movement. Our faces were mere inches apart, her breasts flattened beneath my chest as I felt my springy pubes rubbing furiously against her lady fur. Again looking into my eyes, she pressed her lips against mine, giving me the lingering kiss I had craved for in my fantasies.
Her mouth was soft and wet and delicious, and her nostrils blew hot breath along my cheek. I returned the kiss as a flash of her tongue darted against mine. We kissed as we fucked, making smacking noises as our mouths played together.
"Yeah, fuck her." John sounded like he was the one fucking Rosemary. "Fuck her good!"
Soon, my entire scrotum became slick with her wetness, aching with pressure as my balls gently slapped against her ass. The knowledge that John knelt beside us, horny as hell and watching us intently, added more fuel to the fire. It was then that Rosemary broke our kiss.
"Baby," she whispered into my ear, "could you suck me some more?" I eagerly obeyed, raising my head to take her stiff nipple in my mouth. A long, heavy sigh escaped her lips.
John had fallen silent, and although I couldn't see him, got the impression he was squeezing his own hard, throbbing cock. All the better if we could come together.
Soon, I noticed an increasingly urgent sensation in my loins. The pleasure in my cock intensified, becoming more focused in the shaft. Rosemary's body also began moving more, undulating against mine with a more aggressive rhythm. Her breaths turned into sharp pants.
"Oh...OH..." Rosemary's pussy began clenching my cock more rapidly, helping me toward my goal. "That's it, baby. Don't stop. Please, don't stop!"
Suddenly, the pleasurable sensation became almost unbearable. I couldn't let this incredibly mind-blowing experience slip away. Wildly pounding against her body, I had to have more. I needed completion, the final act that would rip my cherry away. I lifted my head from her breast and looked at her face. As our eyes locked, I screamed out.
"Mama!"
A spasm gripped my loins, milking them of whatever substance they contained. My body jumped, as if administered a shock. Throwing my head back, I clenched my teeth and growled, jerking spasmodically from pleasure beyond my youthful comprehension. Rosemary watched, quivering in her own pleasure, eyes wide as she watched me come.
"Yes, my love," she whispered repeatedly at the wild, bucking lover between her thighs. "Come for Mama. Come for Mama like a good son."
"Fuck your mother, son," John groaned behind me. "Give Mama all of your seed."
"Yes, Mama...yes, Mama," was all I could manage.
Oh, what sick, lovely perversion!
Gasping and whimpering, I bucked against my almost-mother, riding the crest of the orgasm down, but it wasn't over yet. Just as the first wave passed, another wave of pleasure surged and crashed through my body. I felt as if an invisible foot were firmly pressing down on the small of my back, forcing my body against Rosemary's. I had lost control of my hips as they acted on their own, violently slamming against her.
"That's it, honey," she encouraged me, her face conveying surprise but intense pleasure. She glanced up at her husband. "Let's come together this time."
"Yeah!" John added. I could feel him jerking his cock more aggressively as his breathing became labored.
A few more hard thrusts and it happened.
"Yes, Neil...yes...YES!!!" Rosemary yelped as an orgasm shook her. Her hips spasmed against me repeatedly as the individual peaks of her climax jabbed at her pussy.
"Coming...coming!!!" I responded as another surge overtook me. Mouth agape and grunting loudly, I drained myself again into her hungry, gripping pussy.
"Oh, sweet Jesus," Rosemary cried. "So much come...so much come inside Mama. Yes...YES, my sweet son!"
"Damn, Neil," John hissed behind my back. "There goes your cherry. You're no longer a virgin."
"Uh huh...uh huh." I turned my head slightly toward John, nodding it, still pumping against his wife's body.
As my cock writhed in the stew of come and juices we created, Rosemary continued undulating. Her breasts jiggled with each thrust from underneath and her panting turned into low grunts. She wasn't done with me yet.
"Oh, oh, yes, sweetheart," she gasped. "My baby's going to make me come again. That's it, baby, keep fucking Mama. Make me come again, sweetheart, make me..."
She never finished her sentence. Suddenly, she jumped, as if someone had stabbed her, powerfully thrusting her hips against mine.
"Oh, yes, oh, yesss," she squealed, hugging me tightly, almost squeezing the breath out of my naked young body. The intensity of her second orgasm surpassed the first one. Baring her clenched, white teeth like an animal, she let out a deep growl.
"That's it, kid," John panted, loving the show he was getting. "Fuck her...FUCK!!!"
We were making so much noise, I'm glad the house was surrounded by insulating trees and shrubbery. What if the neighbors heard us at that wee hour?
The sweat from our bodies comingled as we rutted like lions. John's voice reminded me how all of my fantasies were coming true.
"God DAMMIT!" He exclaimed. "Nothing like losing it to your mother."
"Aaaaghhh." Rosemary bucked and writhed underneath me, never loosening her tight grip around my waist. I think she loved the thought of standing in, or -- more accurately - lying in for my mother. I held on, closing my eyes, savoring the sensation of her pussy gripping and releasing my cock, milking it, sending more pleasure through my body and keeping the fire burning.
I thought a man came only once, then had to rest. Not so with me. Young and with pent-up needs, I was making up for lost time. I was going to fuck Rosemary until I was satisfied, lest this never happen again.
Although spent, my hips continued to move against hers. My reddened cock stayed hard, not wanting to leave the silky-slick darkness of its new favorite place. Rosemary had barely finished stamping out her orgasm when she became aware of my renewed erection.
"Oohhh, sweet Jesus!" Her voice quivered, as if she couldn't believe I was still wanting to fuck. "Does my baby need some more?"
Sweat dripping from my brow onto her glistening breasts, I panted affirmatively.
"Take all you need, honey," she sighed.
I glanced over my shoulder to see John, still kneeling as he tugged away at his cock.
"Maybe all of us can come," He smiled.
I licked sweat from my lips as his eyes locked with mine.
A moment later, I returned to Rosemary's bosom.
Time blurred as I pleasured in the rhythmic undulating of my body against hers. This round wasn't quite as aggressive. I gave her a slow, steady fucking and, from the noises she was making, I could tell she was enjoying the ride. Rosemary's fingers delicately played with my nipples.
"Oh, such hard little nubs," she whispered, her eyes going from my face to John's to my delicate buds. I hissed from pleasure as the fire in my loins surged yet again.
With her manipulating my sensitive tits, not much time passed before I began to feel another orgasm on the way. My body kept moving, although a bit more quickly. Rosemary sensed my increased rhythm and responded in kind.
"Oh, yes, baby. That's it. Get off...get off for me one more time."
This time, I started to come but didn't immediately realize it. Still, the sensation in my loins peaked, sending more waves of pleasure throughout my body.
The moment Rosemary realized I was coming again, she released my nipples and stretched her arms back across the bed.
"I'm almost there," she quivered. Still riding the crest of my orgasm, I returned to her breasts, taking a hard nipple in my mouth, sucking her powerfully to get her over the edge.
"That's it, honey...YES!" Rosemary wrapped her hands around the wooden posts of the headboard. "Suck it...suck it hard."
With her mouth open and her eyes closed, she let loose a soft, steady wail of a woman gliding over the crest of a mellow, satisfying orgasm. I felt satisfaction, knowing the beginning of her orgasm overlapped the end of mine. My pumping rhythm slowed as I released her tit.
"Oh, Mama...sweet Rosie," I panted. I finished coming, depositing the last of my semen deep into her womb. I rubbed by face across her wet torso, tasting her salty, sweaty flesh. My head throbbed as my exhausted, young body collapsed on top of hers.
That same moment, John came. I credit him for holding on for so long, but it had to happen. I heard him gasp, and suddenly, his sticky jism covered my lower back and buttocks.
"Whoa, now," an exhausted Rosemary lifted her head to watch her husband's completion.
"Oh, shit..." he finally said. "Sorry about that, kid."
"Yeah, I'm sure you're very sorry," Rosemary said with more than a hint of sarcasm. "Pervert."
John snorted. He wasn't sorry at all, not that I minded either way. We all got off and that was the objective.
"I'll be right back." Holding his dripping cock, John slipped off the bed, only to return with a warm, wet washcloth. I sighed as he wiped his come from my body. The warmth combined with his firm touch felt wonderful.
Oh, sweet Jesus, what had we done? I didn't care. I loved it, and wanted more. But not right away. All I desired was rest. Rosemary's loving arms held my spent body snugly against hers. Our damp bodies melded into one. John pointed a small fan toward us so that we could cool off a bit. He finally returned to bed, leaving the blankets pulled down so the air could dry us.
"Let's all get some sleep now," Rosemary spoke into my damp hair. "Christ, you gave me such a good pounding."
"How about a naked boy sandwich?" John suggested, and I accommodated him. Snuggling between their bodies, I quickly slipped into unconsciousness, surrounded by flesh and the odor of sex and sweat.
No dream-fantasies this time. I didn't remember anything until I awoke with my face pressed against Rosemary's skin, her acrid sweat still tingling on my lips. During the night, John had pulled the sheets up around his waist, but we had remained exposed.
The course of events had been set. My body raged with lustflame, while at the same time my teenaged mind struggled to accept what was happening to me. I didn't know exactly how far this delicious madness would go. What transpired among John, Rosemary and I dripped with sin and taboo. My thoughts reeled with images of the previous night's encounter as I shivered with erotic shame and need. They had broken the lock of my shyness and opened the door to my perverted desires, exposing them, naked to their thorough inspection.
Turning my eyes upward, I met Rosemary's peaceful, loving gaze. Her pussy, nestled in a thatch of stiff, matted pubes, still glistened with our comingled secretions. At the same time, I felt my cock again straining at full mast. Morning wood was nothing new to me, but now it rested on her thigh.
"Good morning, baby," she mouthed to me, near-silent. I nodded.
I guess this was what some called "The Morning After." A thin sliver of the rising sun blazed through a small gap between the windowsill and the shade, creating a concentrated ray of light that cut across the room, illuminating particles of dust dancing in the air, terminating in a bright bar of light about midway up the opposite wall.
I pondered my situation, being happy, grateful, surprised, and mildly frightened all at the same time. After last night, I didn't know how to behave. Was this going to continue? Or was this a one-time experience designed for me to lose my cherry? I had to find out.
Turning to Rosemary's breasts, I rubbed my face back and forth in the shallow valley between them. I licked my lips and kissed her flesh, wetly, recoating my lips with her salty sheen, savoring the taste of her beautiful body. She exhaled, her breath wafting across my face. With no resistance from her, I proceeded.
My tongue slowly, gently dragged across her skin, savoring the wonderful taste. Sighing, she lifted one of her diminutive tits, exposing a wet spot underneath.
"If you want sweat," she whispered hoarsely, "here's the perfect spot."
The area under her breast glistened with estrogen-laced sweat. I nuzzled the spot, then opened my mouth, my tongue licking her skin thoroughly. I roamed to her other breast, lapping up more of her pungent aroma.
Rosemary smiled and sighed, closing her eyes, drinking in my lavish attention.
"That's it, my love," she sighed. "My good, good boy."
I grew bolder and, lifting my head a bit, took one of her erect nipples in my mouth. A delicate gasp escaped Rosemary's mouth as I began to suckle slowly.
"Ohhh, damn," she whispered. "Yes, baby...suck my tits." Her hand rested on the back of my head as she watched my mouth do its work. "Suck them as much as you want."
She nursed me for several minutes before prompting me to change nipples. As I lavished attention on her breasts, I felt her hand wrap around my hardness. I paused for a second, moaning and writhing as she pulled the skin back, making my cock tingle and throb, before I returned to nursing.
"Can't keep a good boy down, huh?" Rosemary squeezed it and began stroking.
I grunted, realizing we were going to fuck again.
"Come up here, Neil," she said. Of course, I obeyed.
No clumsiness this time as she spread her thighs and I mounted her. She was already lubricated from old come and fresh arousal, so I quickly sank up to my balls inside her pussy.
"Ahhh..." her voice quivered as she drew her knees up, allowing me as deep inside her as I could go. "Nothing starts the day like a good fucking."
I agreed, wordlessly nodding my head, gazing into her eyes as my hips undulated against hers. A few more thrusts and our bodies again slapped together in rhythm.
"God, baby," she whimpered. "I've wanted to take your cherry for so very long. I'm so glad we didn't frighten you."
All I could do was respond with repeated "uh-huhs" as I fucked away.
I discovered that, when masturbating, morning wood was more resilient. It took me more time to come. But this morning, Rosemary started tugging on my nipples, giving me that mischievous smile of hers, and not much time passed before I felt an orgasm on the way.
"Let's come together," she said, digging her polished, red thumbnails into my tender buds. She lunged at my mouth, pressing her open lips against it, her tongue teasing mine. I returned her kisses as she began to whimper with the approach of her own orgasm.
Of course, I soon came, and so did she, both of us gasping and yelping as I injected fresh seed into her body. She was probably amazed that my cock was able to get hard after our marathon workout the night before.
"Oh yes...YES!" Rosemary's nose wrinkled as she clenched her teeth, resembling a snarling cougar, cresting her orgasm. "Give me all of that boy come."
I glanced up and locked eyes with John, who was now awake and watching intently. I flushed hotly with new arousal, wincing with pleasure, knowing he had watched the whole thing.
"Goddamn, kid," he grinned. "You're unstoppable!" He squeezed his erect cock, making it swell and glisten in the morning light. I looked at his reddened face, then his succulent nipples, then his hard cock. I wondered if or when I would get a chance with him, and what would we do? To my young, inexperienced mind, the only thing more mystifying than sex with a woman was sex with a man. I was more than willing to learn.
As Rosemary and I tumbled into the aftermath of our lovemaking, I fell into her arms and she cradled me, my cheek resting between her breasts. She kissed the top of my head, stroking my bare back.
"Oh, yes, baby," she panted, still catching her breath. "You're such a fast learner. You can fuck me anytime you want."
I nodded, eyes closed, luxuriating in the afterglow.
Several minutes passed before basic human functions interrupted our blissful reverie. Rosemary shifted her body. Mother Nature had to intervene.
"Whoa...let me up, baby," she said.
I rolled off her and, in a flash, Rosemary leapt to her feet and disappeared into the bathroom. Within a second, the sound of her urinating copiously emanated from the open bathroom door. An instant later, the door slammed shut. I suspected she had more to do, and we had yet to completely break the privacy barrier.
I also felt an urgent sensation in my bladder. John's eyes met mine and, as if we were communicating telepathically, he said, "Race you to the bathroom."
Buck naked, we both bolted from the bed, sprinting to the guest bathroom down the hall, our cocks bobbing at full mast.
"Damn it," John hissed as a trickle of pee spritzed from the tip of his cock into the aquamarine toilet bowl. I stood next to him, only a bit more successful, as we urinated together. "Not easy to piss with a hard-on, huh?"
I nodded as we both slowly evacuated our bladders. I glanced at John's ample cock, then over to mine. He had at least a couple of inches on me, and thicker, to boot. I wondered how I could fit all of it in my mouth.
Shaking the last drop from his penis, John reached around and swatted my butt.
"Now go somewhere else while I take care of business," he said, pushing me toward the door.
The moment I re-entered the hallway, the door slammed behind me. Nothing like basic human functions to interrupt a sexual awakening! With all the movement, I, too, felt pressure in my bowels. From the noises emanating from the guest bathroom, John was completely indisposed. The pressure increased. Short of a handy bucket, there was nowhere to go except the other bathroom, so off I went.
A wall of steam met me as I entered the bathroom. I could see Rosemary showering languidly through the sliding glass door, her body slick with soap and water.
"Is that you, honey?" She asked.
"Yes, Rosie," I replied. The pressure persisted. I had to clench to keep control of things.
"Rosie," I sheepishly admitted, "I gotta crap."
"What about the other bathroom?" She asked.
"No, John's in there." I replied.
There was a moment's pause.
"Well, come on in and shit yourself silly," she replied dramatically. "We're all family here."
The next moment, I was perched on the porcelain throne. With the sound of the shower echoing from the tiles, I sighed and relaxed, letting nature take its course. A Better Homes & Gardens magazine poked from a cubby hole near the toilet paper dispenser, so I leafed through that. After flipping a few pages, I exhaled deeply, pushing a second load into the bowl.
Gasping, Rosemary protested from the shower. "Damn, Neil, flush that, if you please." I smiled to myself and pulled the chrome handle. One more push and I hopped up to wipe.
"You need to get in here," she insisted. "Let Mama wash you."
Needing no persuasion, I slid open the glass door and stepped into the hot spray of the shower. Larger than the average shower stall, Rosemary and I had plenty of room, although I wouldn't have minded closer quarters. Rinsing off, Rosemary took the soap and washcloth and spun me around.
"God, your shit stinks, Neil," she complained. "The first thing we need to wash is this." Her soapy fingers slid up the crack of my ass, rubbing against my puckered anus. Her other hand gripped my waist for leverage.
Rosemary's touch immediately triggered another erection. I found that I enjoyed her massaging my anus. Each pass of her fingers made my cock jerk. I closed my eyes and relaxed as she washed my ass thoroughly, splashing it with generous amounts of warm water.
"Turn around," Rosemary said, and I obeyed. As she lathered a washcloth with lavender-scented soap, I gazed lovingly at her glistening, nude body. We exchanged a loving smile as our eyes met, then she knelt down to give my body a thorough washing. A grunt of approval let me know Rosemary was pleased with my perpetual erection.
"Jesus, Neil." Her brow furrowed as she gave me a sly grin. "How much will it take to beat you into submission?"
"Guess you'll have to find out," I replied, flexing my cock to where it bobbed up and down.
"Naughty boy," she scolded me with those succulent lips.
God, what a fucking tease.
Looking up into my eyes, Rosemary scrubbed me all over with the soft washcloth.
"Lift up your arms," she commanded, reaching up to wash my armpits. Rosemary rubbed the cloth back and forth across my chest, teasing my nipples, then reached up around me, almost hugging my body to her naked breasts, to wash and massage my back. I quivered as my jutting penis brushed against her skin. She laughed.
"My, that thing's about to pop." Her lips glistened wetly as she smiled, her mouth too close to my cock to go unnoticed. The torment had begun. As she washed my stomach, inching further down my trembling body, she continued teasing.
"Why is it so hard?" she cooed innocently.
I couldn't answer. A lump in my throat choked me as my breathing increased.
By then, her hands were on my feet and ankles, making slow circles with the washcloth. She worked on my calves, then up past my knees, washing the insides of my thighs. My cock was so hard and sensitive it jumped each time she moved. Her lips wavered inches from its purple tip as she pressed the washcloth into my crotch, gently massaging my swollen balls.
Then she took charge.
Wrapping the soapy washcloth around my aching hardness, she began working up and down my shaft. I pressed my hands against the tiles to brace myself. Tensing my ass cheeks, I shuddered and began moving against her grip.
"Ohhh, you're such a horny boy," Rosemary whispered, matching my undulations with her expert hand. The washcloth fell away as she rinsed my cock. Totally submissive to this motherly goddess, I continued to brace myself as her hands once again passed all over my body, rinsing me clean.
"Sit," she commanded.
I perched my bare bottom on the tiled ledge of the shower stall as she leaned close. Her hands reached out to caress my face as she gazed lovingly into my eyes. Rosemary pressed her lips against mine and kissed, gently at first, then more aggressively.
She pushed her tongue into my mouth and began to explore. I returned the kisses as her hands trailed down to my chest. I circled my arms around her shoulders, returning her kisses, moving my tongue against hers and sucking it. After a few moments of delicious tongueplay, she pulled back and looked at me.
"Is this okay?" she asked. With her still kneeling and me sitting on the shower's ledge, her mouth remained only inches from my cock.
"Yes," was all I could croak, although I wanted to scream, "Are you kidding? I want to do this every day, forever!" I knew she was fucking with me, but all I could do was tremble, waiting for more motherly love.
Again, she smiled and, tweaking my nipples playfully, began kissing my neck, running her tongue up and down the nape. Relaxing against the tiles, I sighed, pleasuring in Rosemary's sensory onslaught. Her kisses became even more aggressive as each peck from her eager lips awakened a new pleasure sensor. Her tongue circled my ear, then she nibbled on my earlobe, hot breath in my ear, making me writhe and moan, my fingers digging into her shoulders.
The kissing assault trailed down my shoulders to my chest, which Rosemary covered with loud, smacking kisses. I gasped as her tongue flicked over one of my hard nipples.
"You like?" She asked.
I responded by pushing my chest out slightly. Within a second, Rosemary's mouth pressed against one of my nipples and, with a devilish gleam in her eyes, began sucking it like a newborn baby. My hands clasped the back of her head as I let out a long hiss. Pressing my breast against her mouth, I bit my lower lip as she gently rubbed my other nipple with her thumb. My cock, nestled between her breasts, raged with need as she discovered the magnificent pleasure that could be drawn from my boy tits.
For a moment, I drifted as steam and spray enveloped us, lost in the bliss of nursing my surrogate mother.
After a minute or two, Rosemary drew back and whispered, "Switch." More sparks of pleasure surged as she pressed her mouth against my other nipple, eliciting moans and whimpers.
"Rosie," I said, "I love you."
"I love you, too, sweetheart," she replied, rubbing her cheek against my chest. After a short pause, she continued. "But you need to know the difference between love, and..." her lips brushed against one of my sensitive nipples, making my eyelids flutter, "lust." She drew her face near to mine.
"I love you and John loves you, too," she said. "We've helped care for you since you were a baby." Rosemary kissed me fully on the lips. "I want you to know that you can come to us with any problem you have. That's why we're so open with you." She kissed me again. "You know...sexually. You need to learn about the birds and the bees and," she giggled, "FUCKING."
All of this time, her hand had been rubbing my thigh, right beside aching cock. Suddenly, she squeezed my shaft. With her eyes gazing down at my need, she hissed.
"Now this is lust."
The moment her words reached my ears, she took my purple helmet in her mouth and, with a few bobs of her head, completely enveloped my cock. Gasping, I braced myself again as her mouth pumped up and down my shaft, making loud, smacking noises. I thought I would come immediately, but soon I relaxed, as much as possible, while Rosemary blew me for the first time.
"Ohhh," I groaned, totally overcome by her touch. "It feels so good."
Rosemary moaned her approval.
"I didn't know I could be so horny..." My words drifted, half audibly, out of my mouth. "...Didn't know I could come so much."
And I came again. Now more relaxed with my surroundings, I came quite loudly, my voice echoing throughout the bathroom above the hiss of the running water. If Rosemary hadn't held my convulsing body in place, I would've slipped off my slick, tiled perch.
Again, I came harder that I had ever come before, spending most of my youthful reserves in the process. Rosemary, to my delight, sucked me clean and swallowed all of my ejaculate. When she finished, she pulled her head back, smacking her lips, with an analytical expression on her face.
"Hmm," she murmured, "what is that flavor?" Again, she licked her lips, smacking loudly, then she smiled, "Tastes like the Mexican food we had last night."
We both erupted into laughter simultaneously, hugging our bodies together. A sound came from the bathroom door. Peering through the opaque, mottled glass of the shower door, I could see John's nude body on the other side. Sliding the door open, John stuck his head in.
"I thought I heard someone coming," he remarked, smirking at me the moment he spotted my limp cock and the dreamy, spent expression on my face, his wife still on her knees.
"Guess you're too late to get any," Rosemary teased her husband, eyeing his full erection. Then, looking at me, asked, "What do you think?"
"But first," John interrupted before I could answer, "I need to wash up a little."
"Well, be our guest," Rosemary welcomed as we stepped aside, "but you'd better hurry before we run out of hot water."
John stepped into the shower, accidentally bumping his cock against my stomach. I jumped.
"Oops," he smiled.
With two adults and one growing boy, the shower stall had reached full capacity. We still had a little space remaining for movement - more sex, I hoped - but not much else. The now-cramped confines were not unpleasant though. Rosemary held me close as John slid the shower door shut. His cock could not help brushing against everything, we were so close.
"Would you like us to wash you, dear?" Rosemary asked her husband. Rubbing my shoulder, the devilish expression had returned to her face.
Looking at his wife, then down at me, John could see we were both eager to take care of him. I beamed like a little boy-slut, my erection slowly returning after its debilitating eruption.
"Sure," he shrugged, his body already wet and glistening from the spray of water. Rosemary grabbed the washcloth and smiled to me.
"Ha ha," she mocked, handing me the soap, "I guess you'll have to use your hands." She knew I didn't care. She was right.
Immediately, I began rubbing the bar of soap across John's glistening flesh. God, how I loved his well-defined chest, and couldn't help panting slightly with excitement as my hands caressed his pecs, pausing briefly on the bumps of his hard nipples.
Rosemary squeezed past us, rubbing her lovely, slick body against ours, and began to wash her husband's strong back.
"Arms up," I croaked, my voice hoarse with arousal. John spread his arms out against the tiled walls as I soaped his arms and armpits. Our erect cocks poked at each other as I stretched to rinse away the soap.
"Make sure to get his cock," Rosemary said. She must have read my mind. She was already working the crack of his ass with the soapy washcloth, and leaning over to get his thighs and legs.
I squeezed down into a kneeling position. John's pole jutted toward my face, almost menacingly. Looking up, my lust-filled eyes met his.
"It's okay," John said to me, as if I had any hesitation. Rosemary began rinsing his ass, and every pass of her finger over his anus made his big cock jump slightly.
Reaching out with soapy hands, I grasped his bobbing tool and began working it up and down. Immediately, John let out a groan, and I sensed his back arching slightly to push against my firm grip. I soaped his cock thoroughly until it was white with lather, then began washing his balls. Gently, I massaged them until they were also completely soaped. John, pleasuring in the four hands working on him from both sides, moaned in pleasure.
It was too late. There was no way out of this.
"Neil, is that you?" Rosemary's voice sounded from within the bedroom.
"Yes, it's him," John answered for me, his eyes never leaving mine.
His penis reflected the light from the room, and I marveled at his shaft and the underside of his glistening, purple helmet. His full, almost hairless balls dangled between his solid thighs. My mouth watered, and it was then I noticed my own erection straining to get out of my shorts.
"Well, come on in," John opened the door completely. I rose from the carpet to see Rosemary in bed, exposed from the waist up. The blanket was bunched around her waist as she beamed at me.
"Don't be afraid, honey," she said. "Come in." I drank in the sight of their nude bodies. "It's okay," she added, sensing my obvious hesitation. "We're not angry."
Her smallish breasts were dominated by full, red areolas and thick, protruding nipples. I couldn't stop staring at how beautiful and alluring she was, skin pale and freckled, eyes smiling.
"I...I..." The idiot could not speak, but was fully aware of the tentpole he was presenting to his hosts.
"Neil," John repeated.
Again, he called me by name, instead of the usual "kid" or "son". By now, I was on my feet, keeping a respectful distance from his cock. But God, I wanted to get naked, run between his arms, take a nipple in my mouth or grasp his erection and blow him to completion. John continued.
"Neil, you can go back to bed..."
"Or you can join us," Rosemary interrupted. From the look on her face, I had the impression she wanted the latter.
Without a word, I entered their bedroom. I jumped slightly, surprised as John put his hand on my shoulder, walking behind me as I approached the bed and Rosemary's naked form.
"Easy, kid." John returned to that word. I was starting not to mind. To me, it made the encounter all the more erotic.
"What were you doing out there?" Rosemary kept smiling, her voice teasing me.
I hesitated to respond, but only for a second. At this point, I was done with trying to hide my hunger. I wanted sex from them, and I wanted it right away. Consequences be damned.
"God, I'm so horny," I blurted out, my voice quivering. "I need to fuck."
"Oh, myyy..." Rosemary chuckled, putting her hand to her mouth. John grunted behind me, his pole bobbing only inches to my right.
"My darling boy," she cooed. "How can we make it better?"
When I didn't respond, she continued.
"Do you want to come to bed?"
"You can sleep between us," John added. "Maybe a little sleep and something else."
I turned my head to look up at him. His smile was as broad as Rosemary's. He continued.
"You don't realize how obvious you are when you're checking us out, Rosie and I, especially by the pool. We started trying to show you more, just to keep you happy." We arrived at the bed. John never strayed more than a few inches from me. "Now here we are." He waved his hand in a sweeping motion.
"Yes, here we are, honey," Rosemary echoed her husband's words. She stretched her arms out, wanting to embrace me. I started to climb on the bed to join her.
"Wait a minute, there." John's hand squeezed my shoulder again. "There's a rule about the bed."
"Yes," Rosemary added, looking at John, then me. "No clothes in bed."
"You need to slip off those shorts." John's hand caressed my waist, stoking the fire in my body.
In a heartbeat, my last shred of clothing slipped down my legs and I kicked them off. I don't recall if I or John had removed them, but I stood there a second later, totally nude, my erection playing a distant second to John's.
"Get up here, then," Rosemary beckoned, gazing at my naked body.
The next moment, she and I were locked in a tight embrace, much to John's delight.
"Yeah, that's it," he murmured, relishing the sight of so much bare skin.
"Ohhh, my sweet guy," she whispered as our bodies pressed together, swaying back and forth. "At last, at last...but what's this thing poking me?"
"I dunno," I mumbled into her breasts, my need throbbing between my legs. I gasped, writhing in pleasure as her fingers wrapped around it.
"Feels like someone's got a hard-on." Rosemary squeezed my cock, pulling back the skin. I panted and bucked slightly, trying to control myself.
"Goddamn, he's horny," John said behind me. "I do think he needs to fuck, and soon."
"What do you say, honey?" Rosemary pulled back, looking into my eyes. "Do you want to fuck me?"
I could hardly believe what was happening!
"Y-yes," my voice quivered as she gently stroked my cock. I knew where it had to go but, being a virgin, the actual penetration process was still uncharted territory. Rosemary's open thighs were nothing like the pillows I had fucked silly, or my hand. She sensed my confusion and hesitancy.
"Perhaps you need to nurse a little," she whispered. Reclining against a big, fluffy pillow, she cupped her breast, offering it to me. "Come get it, honey."
I didn't need any more encouragement as I lowered my face to her torso. I drew as much of her flesh into my wet, warm mouth as I could, eager to suck something. Anything. Her large nipple rubbed against my tongue and the roof of my mouth as I sucked on it like an infant. A gentle sigh of approval sounded in my ears.
"That's it, baby," she purred. "Suck it hard. Take all of it."
Her hand cupped the back of my head, her delicate fingers rubbing my scalp, pressing my face more firmly against the object of my attention.
John groaned again as he watched us, and I could smell his arousal. I reached up to squeeze Rosemary's other breast, eliciting more and gasps and sighs.
For an eternity, I suckled her beautiful mound, inhaling the scent of her body and its delicate perfume. In spite of the sudden turn of events, I had the presence of mind to be in the moment, my mouth full of Rosemary's tit, sucking away blissfully. Whether or not this would ever happen again, I possessed this moment forever, locked away in my brain. Little did I know what was to come.
In time, Rosemary's body shifted and she pulled her breast away. For a second, a strand of my saliva clung to her wet, puckered areola, stretching across to my lower lip. I looked up at her face inquisitively. Were we done?
"Now the other one," she instructed, offering another glossy areola with its thick nipple at the ready.
Yes! My mouth went into action. Lost in pleasure and contentment, I drew on her other breast with renewed vigor. Fresh sensations of pleasure forced Rosemary to cry out gently.
"Yes, love, yes!" She whispered. "God, it feels so good."
There was no question John was enjoying the show.
"Damn." I felt his hot breath on my neck as he practically melded his body against us. His boner was never far away, bumping and rubbing against me as he moved around for a better view. He made no secret about what he wanted. "It's time to fuck."
"Be patient," Rosemary admonished her husband. "If this is truly his first time, it should be special!" She whispered to me. "Honey, are you a virgin? It's okay if you are. There's no need to be ashamed."
I whimpered, nodding my head, never letting go of her breast.
It was all too much for John and he had to act. He grasped my waist.
"Get up, Neil," he said, pulling me away from Rosemary and my eager feeding. I obeyed, reluctantly, but hoped there were greater things in store for me that night. He looked up at Rosemary.
"Open your legs," he commanded, his eyes dark.
She obeyed, drawing her legs up and parting them. I was greeted with the lovely vision of her fiery bush, a pair of wet pussy lips at the center, ready for penetration.
"On your knees." John pulled me into a kneeling position between his wife's long, smooth legs. Quivering with arousal and expectation, I sandwiched myself between her thighs, resting my arms on her kneecaps.
"It's time to fuck," he repeated. As a writer, I'm sure verbalizing what was about to happen added to his arousal. My aching rod bobbing, ready to go, I was more than ready to lose my cherry.
John, also on his knees, moved up behind me. I jumped slightly as he reached around to grasp my cock.
"Let me help you." His voice was hoarse with lust. I moaned affirmatively as he pressed his body against mine, his erection pointing up, rubbing against my bare back.
"Just relax." John pressed his stubbled cheek against mine as he gently stroked me. His free hand held me against him, rubbing back and forth across my chest, teasing my hard nipples. "Let's take that cherry from you."
With John's guidance, I felt the tip of my cock rub against Rosemary's silky wetness. She panted as her husband slid it underneath her swollen clit.
"That's it, honey." Squirming from arousal, she stroked my neck, gazing into my eyes. Rosemary lifted her ass slightly as her hands grasped my waist. "Push."
I obeyed and, moving gently, entered her body. John released my cock and backed off a bit, allowing me some space to maneuver. Rosemary's body offered no resistance except for the caress of her snug pussy gripping me. She was so wet!
Oh, my fucking God.
I came to the realization that this was it. I was losing my virginity!
Nothing I'd ever experienced prepared me for that initial sensation as our bodies coupled. I gasped, mouth agape, lifting my head in pleasure.
"Ohhh, yes." Her voice quivered a bit. Whatever I was doing was giving her intense pleasure as well.
"That's it, that's it...yes." John traced his fingertips across my naked skin. "I love watching you fuck for the first time."
In other words, my inexperience was turning him on even more! Jesus, John was really quite the pervert, but for me, it made the experience all the more erotic. My buttocks tensed as I pushed deeper into his wife's body.
"Oh, yes...YES!" Rosemary exclaimed joyfully as I began moving against her. She placed her hands around my waist.
"Rosie, I..." My open mouth fell silent as she started undulating beneath me, returning my thrusts. Pleasure overwhelmed my loins.
"Such a good lover." One of her hands rubbed the small of my back and my buttocks as she felt my muscles tensing repeatedly, engrossed in the act of fucking. Soon, we established a mutual rhythm as our bodies started slapping together.
"Good lover, yes..."
I wanted to be even closer to Rosemary, so I leaned towards her, never wavering in our steady movement. Our faces were mere inches apart, her breasts flattened beneath my chest as I felt my springy pubes rubbing furiously against her lady fur. Again looking into my eyes, she pressed her lips against mine, giving me the lingering kiss I had craved for in my fantasies.
Her mouth was soft and wet and delicious, and her nostrils blew hot breath along my cheek. I returned the kiss as a flash of her tongue darted against mine. We kissed as we fucked, making smacking noises as our mouths played together.
"Yeah, fuck her." John sounded like he was the one fucking Rosemary. "Fuck her good!"
Soon, my entire scrotum became slick with her wetness, aching with pressure as my balls gently slapped against her ass. The knowledge that John knelt beside us, horny as hell and watching us intently, added more fuel to the fire. It was then that Rosemary broke our kiss.
"Baby," she whispered into my ear, "could you suck me some more?" I eagerly obeyed, raising my head to take her stiff nipple in my mouth. A long, heavy sigh escaped her lips.
John had fallen silent, and although I couldn't see him, got the impression he was squeezing his own hard, throbbing cock. All the better if we could come together.
Soon, I noticed an increasingly urgent sensation in my loins. The pleasure in my cock intensified, becoming more focused in the shaft. Rosemary's body also began moving more, undulating against mine with a more aggressive rhythm. Her breaths turned into sharp pants.
"Oh...OH..." Rosemary's pussy began clenching my cock more rapidly, helping me toward my goal. "That's it, baby. Don't stop. Please, don't stop!"
Suddenly, the pleasurable sensation became almost unbearable. I couldn't let this incredibly mind-blowing experience slip away. Wildly pounding against her body, I had to have more. I needed completion, the final act that would rip my cherry away. I lifted my head from her breast and looked at her face. As our eyes locked, I screamed out.
"Mama!"
A spasm gripped my loins, milking them of whatever substance they contained. My body jumped, as if administered a shock. Throwing my head back, I clenched my teeth and growled, jerking spasmodically from pleasure beyond my youthful comprehension. Rosemary watched, quivering in her own pleasure, eyes wide as she watched me come.
"Yes, my love," she whispered repeatedly at the wild, bucking lover between her thighs. "Come for Mama. Come for Mama like a good son."
"Fuck your mother, son," John groaned behind me. "Give Mama all of your seed."
"Yes, Mama...yes, Mama," was all I could manage.
Oh, what sick, lovely perversion!
Gasping and whimpering, I bucked against my almost-mother, riding the crest of the orgasm down, but it wasn't over yet. Just as the first wave passed, another wave of pleasure surged and crashed through my body. I felt as if an invisible foot were firmly pressing down on the small of my back, forcing my body against Rosemary's. I had lost control of my hips as they acted on their own, violently slamming against her.
"That's it, honey," she encouraged me, her face conveying surprise but intense pleasure. She glanced up at her husband. "Let's come together this time."
"Yeah!" John added. I could feel him jerking his cock more aggressively as his breathing became labored.
A few more hard thrusts and it happened.
"Yes, Neil...yes...YES!!!" Rosemary yelped as an orgasm shook her. Her hips spasmed against me repeatedly as the individual peaks of her climax jabbed at her pussy.
"Coming...coming!!!" I responded as another surge overtook me. Mouth agape and grunting loudly, I drained myself again into her hungry, gripping pussy.
"Oh, sweet Jesus," Rosemary cried. "So much come...so much come inside Mama. Yes...YES, my sweet son!"
"Damn, Neil," John hissed behind my back. "There goes your cherry. You're no longer a virgin."
"Uh huh...uh huh." I turned my head slightly toward John, nodding it, still pumping against his wife's body.
As my cock writhed in the stew of come and juices we created, Rosemary continued undulating. Her breasts jiggled with each thrust from underneath and her panting turned into low grunts. She wasn't done with me yet.
"Oh, oh, yes, sweetheart," she gasped. "My baby's going to make me come again. That's it, baby, keep fucking Mama. Make me come again, sweetheart, make me..."
She never finished her sentence. Suddenly, she jumped, as if someone had stabbed her, powerfully thrusting her hips against mine.
"Oh, yes, oh, yesss," she squealed, hugging me tightly, almost squeezing the breath out of my naked young body. The intensity of her second orgasm surpassed the first one. Baring her clenched, white teeth like an animal, she let out a deep growl.
"That's it, kid," John panted, loving the show he was getting. "Fuck her...FUCK!!!"
We were making so much noise, I'm glad the house was surrounded by insulating trees and shrubbery. What if the neighbors heard us at that wee hour?
The sweat from our bodies comingled as we rutted like lions. John's voice reminded me how all of my fantasies were coming true.
"God DAMMIT!" He exclaimed. "Nothing like losing it to your mother."
"Aaaaghhh." Rosemary bucked and writhed underneath me, never loosening her tight grip around my waist. I think she loved the thought of standing in, or -- more accurately - lying in for my mother. I held on, closing my eyes, savoring the sensation of her pussy gripping and releasing my cock, milking it, sending more pleasure through my body and keeping the fire burning.
I thought a man came only once, then had to rest. Not so with me. Young and with pent-up needs, I was making up for lost time. I was going to fuck Rosemary until I was satisfied, lest this never happen again.
Although spent, my hips continued to move against hers. My reddened cock stayed hard, not wanting to leave the silky-slick darkness of its new favorite place. Rosemary had barely finished stamping out her orgasm when she became aware of my renewed erection.
"Oohhh, sweet Jesus!" Her voice quivered, as if she couldn't believe I was still wanting to fuck. "Does my baby need some more?"
Sweat dripping from my brow onto her glistening breasts, I panted affirmatively.
"Take all you need, honey," she sighed.
I glanced over my shoulder to see John, still kneeling as he tugged away at his cock.
"Maybe all of us can come," He smiled.
I licked sweat from my lips as his eyes locked with mine.
A moment later, I returned to Rosemary's bosom.
Time blurred as I pleasured in the rhythmic undulating of my body against hers. This round wasn't quite as aggressive. I gave her a slow, steady fucking and, from the noises she was making, I could tell she was enjoying the ride. Rosemary's fingers delicately played with my nipples.
"Oh, such hard little nubs," she whispered, her eyes going from my face to John's to my delicate buds. I hissed from pleasure as the fire in my loins surged yet again.
With her manipulating my sensitive tits, not much time passed before I began to feel another orgasm on the way. My body kept moving, although a bit more quickly. Rosemary sensed my increased rhythm and responded in kind.
"Oh, yes, baby. That's it. Get off...get off for me one more time."
This time, I started to come but didn't immediately realize it. Still, the sensation in my loins peaked, sending more waves of pleasure throughout my body.
The moment Rosemary realized I was coming again, she released my nipples and stretched her arms back across the bed.
"I'm almost there," she quivered. Still riding the crest of my orgasm, I returned to her breasts, taking a hard nipple in my mouth, sucking her powerfully to get her over the edge.
"That's it, honey...YES!" Rosemary wrapped her hands around the wooden posts of the headboard. "Suck it...suck it hard."
With her mouth open and her eyes closed, she let loose a soft, steady wail of a woman gliding over the crest of a mellow, satisfying orgasm. I felt satisfaction, knowing the beginning of her orgasm overlapped the end of mine. My pumping rhythm slowed as I released her tit.
"Oh, Mama...sweet Rosie," I panted. I finished coming, depositing the last of my semen deep into her womb. I rubbed by face across her wet torso, tasting her salty, sweaty flesh. My head throbbed as my exhausted, young body collapsed on top of hers.
That same moment, John came. I credit him for holding on for so long, but it had to happen. I heard him gasp, and suddenly, his sticky jism covered my lower back and buttocks.
"Whoa, now," an exhausted Rosemary lifted her head to watch her husband's completion.
"Oh, shit..." he finally said. "Sorry about that, kid."
"Yeah, I'm sure you're very sorry," Rosemary said with more than a hint of sarcasm. "Pervert."
John snorted. He wasn't sorry at all, not that I minded either way. We all got off and that was the objective.
"I'll be right back." Holding his dripping cock, John slipped off the bed, only to return with a warm, wet washcloth. I sighed as he wiped his come from my body. The warmth combined with his firm touch felt wonderful.
Oh, sweet Jesus, what had we done? I didn't care. I loved it, and wanted more. But not right away. All I desired was rest. Rosemary's loving arms held my spent body snugly against hers. Our damp bodies melded into one. John pointed a small fan toward us so that we could cool off a bit. He finally returned to bed, leaving the blankets pulled down so the air could dry us.
"Let's all get some sleep now," Rosemary spoke into my damp hair. "Christ, you gave me such a good pounding."
"How about a naked boy sandwich?" John suggested, and I accommodated him. Snuggling between their bodies, I quickly slipped into unconsciousness, surrounded by flesh and the odor of sex and sweat.
No dream-fantasies this time. I didn't remember anything until I awoke with my face pressed against Rosemary's skin, her acrid sweat still tingling on my lips. During the night, John had pulled the sheets up around his waist, but we had remained exposed.
The course of events had been set. My body raged with lustflame, while at the same time my teenaged mind struggled to accept what was happening to me. I didn't know exactly how far this delicious madness would go. What transpired among John, Rosemary and I dripped with sin and taboo. My thoughts reeled with images of the previous night's encounter as I shivered with erotic shame and need. They had broken the lock of my shyness and opened the door to my perverted desires, exposing them, naked to their thorough inspection.
Turning my eyes upward, I met Rosemary's peaceful, loving gaze. Her pussy, nestled in a thatch of stiff, matted pubes, still glistened with our comingled secretions. At the same time, I felt my cock again straining at full mast. Morning wood was nothing new to me, but now it rested on her thigh.
"Good morning, baby," she mouthed to me, near-silent. I nodded.
I guess this was what some called "The Morning After." A thin sliver of the rising sun blazed through a small gap between the windowsill and the shade, creating a concentrated ray of light that cut across the room, illuminating particles of dust dancing in the air, terminating in a bright bar of light about midway up the opposite wall.
I pondered my situation, being happy, grateful, surprised, and mildly frightened all at the same time. After last night, I didn't know how to behave. Was this going to continue? Or was this a one-time experience designed for me to lose my cherry? I had to find out.
Turning to Rosemary's breasts, I rubbed my face back and forth in the shallow valley between them. I licked my lips and kissed her flesh, wetly, recoating my lips with her salty sheen, savoring the taste of her beautiful body. She exhaled, her breath wafting across my face. With no resistance from her, I proceeded.
My tongue slowly, gently dragged across her skin, savoring the wonderful taste. Sighing, she lifted one of her diminutive tits, exposing a wet spot underneath.
"If you want sweat," she whispered hoarsely, "here's the perfect spot."
The area under her breast glistened with estrogen-laced sweat. I nuzzled the spot, then opened my mouth, my tongue licking her skin thoroughly. I roamed to her other breast, lapping up more of her pungent aroma.
Rosemary smiled and sighed, closing her eyes, drinking in my lavish attention.
"That's it, my love," she sighed. "My good, good boy."
I grew bolder and, lifting my head a bit, took one of her erect nipples in my mouth. A delicate gasp escaped Rosemary's mouth as I began to suckle slowly.
"Ohhh, damn," she whispered. "Yes, baby...suck my tits." Her hand rested on the back of my head as she watched my mouth do its work. "Suck them as much as you want."
She nursed me for several minutes before prompting me to change nipples. As I lavished attention on her breasts, I felt her hand wrap around my hardness. I paused for a second, moaning and writhing as she pulled the skin back, making my cock tingle and throb, before I returned to nursing.
"Can't keep a good boy down, huh?" Rosemary squeezed it and began stroking.
I grunted, realizing we were going to fuck again.
"Come up here, Neil," she said. Of course, I obeyed.
No clumsiness this time as she spread her thighs and I mounted her. She was already lubricated from old come and fresh arousal, so I quickly sank up to my balls inside her pussy.
"Ahhh..." her voice quivered as she drew her knees up, allowing me as deep inside her as I could go. "Nothing starts the day like a good fucking."
I agreed, wordlessly nodding my head, gazing into her eyes as my hips undulated against hers. A few more thrusts and our bodies again slapped together in rhythm.
"God, baby," she whimpered. "I've wanted to take your cherry for so very long. I'm so glad we didn't frighten you."
All I could do was respond with repeated "uh-huhs" as I fucked away.
I discovered that, when masturbating, morning wood was more resilient. It took me more time to come. But this morning, Rosemary started tugging on my nipples, giving me that mischievous smile of hers, and not much time passed before I felt an orgasm on the way.
"Let's come together," she said, digging her polished, red thumbnails into my tender buds. She lunged at my mouth, pressing her open lips against it, her tongue teasing mine. I returned her kisses as she began to whimper with the approach of her own orgasm.
Of course, I soon came, and so did she, both of us gasping and yelping as I injected fresh seed into her body. She was probably amazed that my cock was able to get hard after our marathon workout the night before.
"Oh yes...YES!" Rosemary's nose wrinkled as she clenched her teeth, resembling a snarling cougar, cresting her orgasm. "Give me all of that boy come."
I glanced up and locked eyes with John, who was now awake and watching intently. I flushed hotly with new arousal, wincing with pleasure, knowing he had watched the whole thing.
"Goddamn, kid," he grinned. "You're unstoppable!" He squeezed his erect cock, making it swell and glisten in the morning light. I looked at his reddened face, then his succulent nipples, then his hard cock. I wondered if or when I would get a chance with him, and what would we do? To my young, inexperienced mind, the only thing more mystifying than sex with a woman was sex with a man. I was more than willing to learn.
As Rosemary and I tumbled into the aftermath of our lovemaking, I fell into her arms and she cradled me, my cheek resting between her breasts. She kissed the top of my head, stroking my bare back.
"Oh, yes, baby," she panted, still catching her breath. "You're such a fast learner. You can fuck me anytime you want."
I nodded, eyes closed, luxuriating in the afterglow.
Several minutes passed before basic human functions interrupted our blissful reverie. Rosemary shifted her body. Mother Nature had to intervene.
"Whoa...let me up, baby," she said.
I rolled off her and, in a flash, Rosemary leapt to her feet and disappeared into the bathroom. Within a second, the sound of her urinating copiously emanated from the open bathroom door. An instant later, the door slammed shut. I suspected she had more to do, and we had yet to completely break the privacy barrier.
I also felt an urgent sensation in my bladder. John's eyes met mine and, as if we were communicating telepathically, he said, "Race you to the bathroom."
Buck naked, we both bolted from the bed, sprinting to the guest bathroom down the hall, our cocks bobbing at full mast.
"Damn it," John hissed as a trickle of pee spritzed from the tip of his cock into the aquamarine toilet bowl. I stood next to him, only a bit more successful, as we urinated together. "Not easy to piss with a hard-on, huh?"
I nodded as we both slowly evacuated our bladders. I glanced at John's ample cock, then over to mine. He had at least a couple of inches on me, and thicker, to boot. I wondered how I could fit all of it in my mouth.
Shaking the last drop from his penis, John reached around and swatted my butt.
"Now go somewhere else while I take care of business," he said, pushing me toward the door.
The moment I re-entered the hallway, the door slammed behind me. Nothing like basic human functions to interrupt a sexual awakening! With all the movement, I, too, felt pressure in my bowels. From the noises emanating from the guest bathroom, John was completely indisposed. The pressure increased. Short of a handy bucket, there was nowhere to go except the other bathroom, so off I went.
A wall of steam met me as I entered the bathroom. I could see Rosemary showering languidly through the sliding glass door, her body slick with soap and water.
"Is that you, honey?" She asked.
"Yes, Rosie," I replied. The pressure persisted. I had to clench to keep control of things.
"Rosie," I sheepishly admitted, "I gotta crap."
"What about the other bathroom?" She asked.
"No, John's in there." I replied.
There was a moment's pause.
"Well, come on in and shit yourself silly," she replied dramatically. "We're all family here."
The next moment, I was perched on the porcelain throne. With the sound of the shower echoing from the tiles, I sighed and relaxed, letting nature take its course. A Better Homes & Gardens magazine poked from a cubby hole near the toilet paper dispenser, so I leafed through that. After flipping a few pages, I exhaled deeply, pushing a second load into the bowl.
Gasping, Rosemary protested from the shower. "Damn, Neil, flush that, if you please." I smiled to myself and pulled the chrome handle. One more push and I hopped up to wipe.
"You need to get in here," she insisted. "Let Mama wash you."
Needing no persuasion, I slid open the glass door and stepped into the hot spray of the shower. Larger than the average shower stall, Rosemary and I had plenty of room, although I wouldn't have minded closer quarters. Rinsing off, Rosemary took the soap and washcloth and spun me around.
"God, your shit stinks, Neil," she complained. "The first thing we need to wash is this." Her soapy fingers slid up the crack of my ass, rubbing against my puckered anus. Her other hand gripped my waist for leverage.
Rosemary's touch immediately triggered another erection. I found that I enjoyed her massaging my anus. Each pass of her fingers made my cock jerk. I closed my eyes and relaxed as she washed my ass thoroughly, splashing it with generous amounts of warm water.
"Turn around," Rosemary said, and I obeyed. As she lathered a washcloth with lavender-scented soap, I gazed lovingly at her glistening, nude body. We exchanged a loving smile as our eyes met, then she knelt down to give my body a thorough washing. A grunt of approval let me know Rosemary was pleased with my perpetual erection.
"Jesus, Neil." Her brow furrowed as she gave me a sly grin. "How much will it take to beat you into submission?"
"Guess you'll have to find out," I replied, flexing my cock to where it bobbed up and down.
"Naughty boy," she scolded me with those succulent lips.
God, what a fucking tease.
Looking up into my eyes, Rosemary scrubbed me all over with the soft washcloth.
"Lift up your arms," she commanded, reaching up to wash my armpits. Rosemary rubbed the cloth back and forth across my chest, teasing my nipples, then reached up around me, almost hugging my body to her naked breasts, to wash and massage my back. I quivered as my jutting penis brushed against her skin. She laughed.
"My, that thing's about to pop." Her lips glistened wetly as she smiled, her mouth too close to my cock to go unnoticed. The torment had begun. As she washed my stomach, inching further down my trembling body, she continued teasing.
"Why is it so hard?" she cooed innocently.
I couldn't answer. A lump in my throat choked me as my breathing increased.
By then, her hands were on my feet and ankles, making slow circles with the washcloth. She worked on my calves, then up past my knees, washing the insides of my thighs. My cock was so hard and sensitive it jumped each time she moved. Her lips wavered inches from its purple tip as she pressed the washcloth into my crotch, gently massaging my swollen balls.
Then she took charge.
Wrapping the soapy washcloth around my aching hardness, she began working up and down my shaft. I pressed my hands against the tiles to brace myself. Tensing my ass cheeks, I shuddered and began moving against her grip.
"Ohhh, you're such a horny boy," Rosemary whispered, matching my undulations with her expert hand. The washcloth fell away as she rinsed my cock. Totally submissive to this motherly goddess, I continued to brace myself as her hands once again passed all over my body, rinsing me clean.
"Sit," she commanded.
I perched my bare bottom on the tiled ledge of the shower stall as she leaned close. Her hands reached out to caress my face as she gazed lovingly into my eyes. Rosemary pressed her lips against mine and kissed, gently at first, then more aggressively.
She pushed her tongue into my mouth and began to explore. I returned the kisses as her hands trailed down to my chest. I circled my arms around her shoulders, returning her kisses, moving my tongue against hers and sucking it. After a few moments of delicious tongueplay, she pulled back and looked at me.
"Is this okay?" she asked. With her still kneeling and me sitting on the shower's ledge, her mouth remained only inches from my cock.
"Yes," was all I could croak, although I wanted to scream, "Are you kidding? I want to do this every day, forever!" I knew she was fucking with me, but all I could do was tremble, waiting for more motherly love.
Again, she smiled and, tweaking my nipples playfully, began kissing my neck, running her tongue up and down the nape. Relaxing against the tiles, I sighed, pleasuring in Rosemary's sensory onslaught. Her kisses became even more aggressive as each peck from her eager lips awakened a new pleasure sensor. Her tongue circled my ear, then she nibbled on my earlobe, hot breath in my ear, making me writhe and moan, my fingers digging into her shoulders.
The kissing assault trailed down my shoulders to my chest, which Rosemary covered with loud, smacking kisses. I gasped as her tongue flicked over one of my hard nipples.
"You like?" She asked.
I responded by pushing my chest out slightly. Within a second, Rosemary's mouth pressed against one of my nipples and, with a devilish gleam in her eyes, began sucking it like a newborn baby. My hands clasped the back of her head as I let out a long hiss. Pressing my breast against her mouth, I bit my lower lip as she gently rubbed my other nipple with her thumb. My cock, nestled between her breasts, raged with need as she discovered the magnificent pleasure that could be drawn from my boy tits.
For a moment, I drifted as steam and spray enveloped us, lost in the bliss of nursing my surrogate mother.
After a minute or two, Rosemary drew back and whispered, "Switch." More sparks of pleasure surged as she pressed her mouth against my other nipple, eliciting moans and whimpers.
"Rosie," I said, "I love you."
"I love you, too, sweetheart," she replied, rubbing her cheek against my chest. After a short pause, she continued. "But you need to know the difference between love, and..." her lips brushed against one of my sensitive nipples, making my eyelids flutter, "lust." She drew her face near to mine.
"I love you and John loves you, too," she said. "We've helped care for you since you were a baby." Rosemary kissed me fully on the lips. "I want you to know that you can come to us with any problem you have. That's why we're so open with you." She kissed me again. "You know...sexually. You need to learn about the birds and the bees and," she giggled, "FUCKING."
All of this time, her hand had been rubbing my thigh, right beside aching cock. Suddenly, she squeezed my shaft. With her eyes gazing down at my need, she hissed.
"Now this is lust."
The moment her words reached my ears, she took my purple helmet in her mouth and, with a few bobs of her head, completely enveloped my cock. Gasping, I braced myself again as her mouth pumped up and down my shaft, making loud, smacking noises. I thought I would come immediately, but soon I relaxed, as much as possible, while Rosemary blew me for the first time.
"Ohhh," I groaned, totally overcome by her touch. "It feels so good."
Rosemary moaned her approval.
"I didn't know I could be so horny..." My words drifted, half audibly, out of my mouth. "...Didn't know I could come so much."
And I came again. Now more relaxed with my surroundings, I came quite loudly, my voice echoing throughout the bathroom above the hiss of the running water. If Rosemary hadn't held my convulsing body in place, I would've slipped off my slick, tiled perch.
Again, I came harder that I had ever come before, spending most of my youthful reserves in the process. Rosemary, to my delight, sucked me clean and swallowed all of my ejaculate. When she finished, she pulled her head back, smacking her lips, with an analytical expression on her face.
"Hmm," she murmured, "what is that flavor?" Again, she licked her lips, smacking loudly, then she smiled, "Tastes like the Mexican food we had last night."
We both erupted into laughter simultaneously, hugging our bodies together. A sound came from the bathroom door. Peering through the opaque, mottled glass of the shower door, I could see John's nude body on the other side. Sliding the door open, John stuck his head in.
"I thought I heard someone coming," he remarked, smirking at me the moment he spotted my limp cock and the dreamy, spent expression on my face, his wife still on her knees.
"Guess you're too late to get any," Rosemary teased her husband, eyeing his full erection. Then, looking at me, asked, "What do you think?"
"But first," John interrupted before I could answer, "I need to wash up a little."
"Well, be our guest," Rosemary welcomed as we stepped aside, "but you'd better hurry before we run out of hot water."
John stepped into the shower, accidentally bumping his cock against my stomach. I jumped.
"Oops," he smiled.
With two adults and one growing boy, the shower stall had reached full capacity. We still had a little space remaining for movement - more sex, I hoped - but not much else. The now-cramped confines were not unpleasant though. Rosemary held me close as John slid the shower door shut. His cock could not help brushing against everything, we were so close.
"Would you like us to wash you, dear?" Rosemary asked her husband. Rubbing my shoulder, the devilish expression had returned to her face.
Looking at his wife, then down at me, John could see we were both eager to take care of him. I beamed like a little boy-slut, my erection slowly returning after its debilitating eruption.
"Sure," he shrugged, his body already wet and glistening from the spray of water. Rosemary grabbed the washcloth and smiled to me.
"Ha ha," she mocked, handing me the soap, "I guess you'll have to use your hands." She knew I didn't care. She was right.
Immediately, I began rubbing the bar of soap across John's glistening flesh. God, how I loved his well-defined chest, and couldn't help panting slightly with excitement as my hands caressed his pecs, pausing briefly on the bumps of his hard nipples.
Rosemary squeezed past us, rubbing her lovely, slick body against ours, and began to wash her husband's strong back.
"Arms up," I croaked, my voice hoarse with arousal. John spread his arms out against the tiled walls as I soaped his arms and armpits. Our erect cocks poked at each other as I stretched to rinse away the soap.
"Make sure to get his cock," Rosemary said. She must have read my mind. She was already working the crack of his ass with the soapy washcloth, and leaning over to get his thighs and legs.
I squeezed down into a kneeling position. John's pole jutted toward my face, almost menacingly. Looking up, my lust-filled eyes met his.
"It's okay," John said to me, as if I had any hesitation. Rosemary began rinsing his ass, and every pass of her finger over his anus made his big cock jump slightly.
Reaching out with soapy hands, I grasped his bobbing tool and began working it up and down. Immediately, John let out a groan, and I sensed his back arching slightly to push against my firm grip. I soaped his cock thoroughly until it was white with lather, then began washing his balls. Gently, I massaged them until they were also completely soaped. John, pleasuring in the four hands working on him from both sides, moaned in pleasure.
