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"Oh, yeahhh," he sighed. "Mmm...this is sooo good."
I began to rinse his genitals, leaning closer and closer. John praised my touch.
"Damn, Neil," he growled. "Careful, or I'll come in your face. God, you handle that like a pro."
John's praise emboldened me. All of the soap had been rinsed away, and his erect, glistening cock hovered within inches of my lips. Hungry for a taste, I grasped his cock and pressed my lips against the head, kissing it.
"Oooh, God, kid," he gasped in surprise, "I can't believe you did that."
Rosemary giggled, surprised, but also pleased. I figured John hadn't quite sized me up as a cocksucker, but his smooth, full rod looked too good to ignore.
I knew nothing about giving head, except what I had just experienced with Rosemary. Stolen adult magazines only showed still images, not the complex, delicate process of properly coaxing a load from a man's body while giving him maximum pleasure. Looking up hesitantly, I moved toward John's erection.
"Go ahead and suck it if you want," he said. "Don't be afraid."
Rosemary was silent, watching her husband's cock bob less than an inch from my half-open lips.
Fortune favors the bold, I thought, and took the plunge. The instant my mouth touched his flesh, both of my almost-parents voiced their approval with moans and words.
Once his cock or, more accurately, his purple tip pushed past my lips, everything became common sense. The fleshy firmness of his pole struck me as the most natural thing in the world to suck, so I did -- a bit clumsily at first, but I received no complaints. John shuddered as his wife tweaked his nipples.
With John's groans and Rosemary's encouragement filling my ears, I soon developed a rhythm, bobbing my head, sucking powerfully and, with each thrust, working more and more of his sweet hardness into my mouth. After a minute or two, I was the perfect little whore, eagerly blowing John with a basic, but enthusiastic, blowjob, taking all of his meat down my throat.
Only another minute passed before John grunted, "Watch it, kid. I'm about to blow my wad. If you don't want me to come down your throat, you should pull back."
I didn't respond, but bobbed faster, the noise of my slurping becoming louder.
"Goddamn!" Rosemary chuckled. "Looks like our boy's going to take it all!"
"Okay, son," John said, tension in his voice, "here it comes."
He groaned loudly as his hips bucked in orgasm. Rosemary released his nipples, holding his wet, convulsing body as his load blasted down my throat. I held on, tasting come for the first time, maintaining my rhythm.
John's orgasm lasted for what seemed forever. I dutifully blew him, more spurts of raw semen filling my mouth, until his spasms subsided.
"Okay, honey," Rosemary instructed me. "Back off a bit."
As my fellating slowed, I noticed the water becoming tepid, then cold. After an eternity, the water heater had also shot its wad, and it was hampering the mood.
"Let's get into bed," Rosemary said, shutting off the water. Within seconds, we all rolled, naked and wet, into their magnificent king-sized bed.
"Now our boy's a cocksucker as well," John teased as he rubbed his naked body, and his renewed erection, against mine.
"Jesus, honey," Rosemary said, somewhat surprised at her husband's resilience. "Looks like you're ready to go again!"
"Well, fuck," He responded. "The kid's got me so worked up, I can hardly stand it." Then he looked at me. "Neil, are you up to it?"
Goddamn, I was just getting started.
I responded with actions, not words. Losing no time, I immediately latched onto John's cock again. Soon he was on his back, groaning and tensing his ass in pleasure as I coaxed another load from deep inside his body.
Rosemary, with John's damp head resting in her lap, gently brushed her fingertips over his hard nipples. She gazed intently, eyes wide with wonder and arousal, as my hungry mouth devoured her husband's shaft.
"This time you'll last longer," she whispered to her husband.
"I hope so." He responded.
John's left hand rested on the back of my neck. Occasionally, he would start undulating his hips, trying to force more of his cock into my mouth, but then he would stop, not wanting me to choke.
Bracing my arms firmly against John's thighs, I lunged up and down aggressively as his tensing cock spurred me on. Above the slurping noises, he spoke in a strained voice.
"Oh, God, Neil," He choked. "You're such a hungry fucker. It's gonna come again."
"I think he likes the taste," Rosemary added.
"Watch it, kid," he panted, "You're gonna get another mouthful."
But John didn't understand. I wanted him to blow another wad right down my throat. Like Rosemary had done to me earlier, I wanted to taste his semen, and to feel his cock spasming in my mouth.
Looking up, my eyes met Rosemary's. Thank God she understood what I wanted. Glancing down to her agonizing husband, she spoke.
"Come in his mouth," she ordered. "Now!"
John had already started coming the moment she finished her sentence, incapable of holding back any longer. His firm body bucked and trembled as he blew another load into my mouth. Moaning, I eagerly swallowed what I could as his cock spurted again and again, but semen began to pool in my cheeks.
"Mmmm, fuck yeah!" Rosemary whimpered. No doubt, her pussy was soaked as she savored the spectacle.
Sucking the last of John's ample load into my mouth, I finally released his cock with a loud "pop". His spent rod fell away to rest, semi-flaccid, on his thigh. Sitting on my heels, I mimicked Rosemary and analyzed its taste, swirling it with my tongue. Interesting, it was, sort of an alkaline, slightly salty goo. Not bad. Some other taste lurked in the background, though. Something I remembered from last night's Mexican dinner.
That train of thought was immediately interrupted when Rosemary, enflamed from the sight of her husband being blown by a young boy, pressed her probing mouth against mine. Our mouths, locked tightly together, shared John's come. Both of us sucked, trying to retain as much of the ejaculate in our mouths as possible.
"Mmmm," Rosemary broke our kiss, sitting back, swishing John's come in her mouth. "I know what that taste is," She exclaimed excitedly as I swallowed my share. "CUMIN!"
Looking back, that hazy, summer Saturday was like Independence Day, Christmas, Thanksgiving, and several other important holidays I couldn't think of at the moment, all lumped together.
After John blew his load down my throat a second time, Rosemary fetched a couple of thick, cotton towels and we proceeded to rub each other dry. Both of them had white, terrycloth robes to match the towels and slipped them on.
"Here," John said, pulling another, smaller bathrobe from the closet. "We found this especially for you."
"Thanks," I smiled at him, slipping on the garment, feeling the rough fabric rubbing my nipples. The moment I cinched the robe together, he planted a deep, wet kiss on my mouth. I exhaled, returning the kiss, our mouths exploring for a moment. I noticed we were both erect again.
"We better let our cocks rest for a while," He whispered in my ear. His breath made me shiver. His hand slipped beneath my robe to touch my naked skin. I whimpered.
"Fuck," Rosemary said, watching us make out like teenagers -- well, a teenager and a grown man -- "All of this has made me hungry."
"Then make with the victuals, mine wench!" John commanded.
"Yes, sire!" She disappeared into the kitchen.
John and I, our erections still poking out between the folds of our robes, relaxed on the living room sofa, the flickering television mildly distracting us from our touching and kissing.
Rosemary moved about the kitchen, making discreet noises until the heavenly scent of bacon reached our nostrils.
In spite of his suggestion that we cool it, John couldn't keep his hands off my body. I returned the favor, resting my head against his bare chest as his hand rubbed up and down my thigh. I tried to steer my bobbing cock toward his hand, but he resisted. What a fucking tease he was! I could've sucked and fucked the rest of the afternoon.
Not only was I glad we had broken the seal, I was relieved. I was tired of the torture and of jacking off alone in secret. I wanted them to touch me, and they knew it. When John grasped my cock for the first time, pleasure surging through my body under his grip, my insides spilled out and there would be no reeling them back in. Now I realize they were fully aware of what I wanted and needed, and what would transpire. At nineteen, my body and emotions were
evolving at such a blinding pace, I could hardly keep up. They knew I balanced precariously on the fence between adolescence and adulthood, and made the most of it.
"Come and get thy sustenance!" Rosemary heralded from the kitchen.
"Coming!" Both John and I replied at the same time. We paused, looking at each other, then burst into laughter at the irony of our response.
"Well, maybe later." John kissed the top of my head and face, planting one last kiss on my upturned mouth. He took my hand and pulled me off the sofa.
As I walked with him across the living room, my feet caressed by the thick beige carpet, my body sang a song of need. I needed to be taken, to be ravished thoroughly. I had yet to get over the shock of the new and think about being the aggressor. That would take some time. At the moment, I just wanted, needed, to come. I needed adult hands all over my body, exploring every square centimeter of my flesh, titillating every erotic nerve ending, manipulating me to a crescendo, then holding me firmly as I convulsed with each liberating new orgasm.
We ate in relative silence. I relished the sight of Rosemary's hard, pointed nipple playing peek-a-boo from behind her robe. I looked up and our eyes met.
"Don't worry," she said. "You'll get some more."
"You'll get a LOT more," John added.
"I hope so," I managed to whisper, averting my eyes with mild embarrassment.
Under the table, Rosemary rubbed her foot against my calf.
After breakfast, all three of us watched television for several hours, digesting, recharging our batteries, pacing ourselves, trying not to gorge out at the sexual banquet like mindless pigs. It was hard. Literally. We had slipped fully into late afternoon when John spoke up.
"Let's get in the hot tub," He suggested.
"Good idea," Rosemary said. "Let me go make the beds and tidy up." She rose to her feet, cinching the sash on her robe. I'll be with you in a minute."
"Such a good housekeeper," John smirked. "But we're just going to mess them up again."
"Still, I like a tidy home," his wife replied, "so humor me."
"Can we help?" I asked.
"No, you two get things going. I won't be long," she responded, her voice trailing off as she disappeared into the back portion of the house.
Letting his robe fall to the sofa to reveal his mouthwatering, nude body, John vanished out the sliding glass back door onto the patio. Getting to my feet, I followed his lead, disrobing, treading from the plush carpet of the living room, out the sliding glass door, to the soft, polished pebbles embedded in the patio's concrete. My toes wriggled, pleasuring in the smooth, caressing bumps pressing against my feet. The afternoon sun had already dropped to the opposite side of the house, covering half of the back yard in shadow.
The roof of the patio stretched out to cover the small, wood-framed hot tub. His eyes closed, John had already settled into the steaming water. His smooth, firm chest, punctuated by two hard nipples, glistened, caressed by the steam, ready to suck. Wordlessly, I eased up the steps and pushed a toe in. Mmmm, it felt wonderful! As I slid my naked body into the water, John sensed my presence. Lazily, he opened his eyes, smiling.
"Hey, kid."
The second our eyes met, I flashed back to what had transpired since last night. I began to quiver as my body flushed hotly, the fire reignited. It amazed me, after years of being around John and Rosemary, how I now became so nervous. As opposed to the past, when they were just surrogate parents and I their almost-child, I became acutely aware of my exposed flesh and the hardness of my nipples. Caressed by the warm water, my cock jutted out, well beneath the surface. John looked at me serenely.
"You okay, kid?" He asked. "How are you handling this? I know it must be a shock to you, but we figured you were now an adult..." John arched his eyebrow, "...at least on paper."
"I'm fine," I said, but I don't think that convinced him.
"You know, last night we didn't mean to scare you." His toes came out and brushed against one of my calves. God, how much can one person be so aroused without bursting into flames? His touch electrified me.
"No," I replied, surprisingly without stammering. "I liked it." Pausing, I said bluntly, "We can't tell anyone, though."
John shook his head. "No, Neil. That's just for us, what happened." His foot continued to rub against my flesh. My cock throbbed painfully, making me wince. I wanted to be nearer to my new, male lover. He noticed my discomfort.
"What's wrong?" he asked me. I suppose he was still afraid of traumatizing me for the rest of my life. "Please tell me." His voice caressed me like a soft, warm blanket against my bare skin. "It's okay, really."
I gazed into his eyes. I couldn't find the proper words, but managed to choke out a response.
"I need to play some more." Yes, I knew how crude it sounded as I said it. I merely wanted John to move closer to me. Within the tight confines of the hot tub, he wouldn't need to move far. He didn't reply, but merely granted my wish, smiling. Involuntarily, I stood, not knowing why. Perhaps it would allow him to access - and relieve - the center of my need, my cock?
"The first thing you need to do," John said, placing his hands firmly on my hips, "is to sit back down." Our cocks touched under the water.
For a delicious moment, his gaze shifted down to my swollen tool, and I ached for his touch. He refrained, though, pushing me back down into the sitting position. His hand brushed my cheek, then disappeared into the water.
From that moment on, time became a blur. John's hands drifted to the source of my discomfort, slowly working their magic. His mouth pressed against mine as we kissed languidly, our tongues playing, sucking gently. My eyelids fluttered, my body relaxing against the edge of the tub as he worked me over. Above the water, all one could see was the subtle, almost imperceptible movement of his muscles. His pecs, biceps and triceps slowly and rhythmically flexed as I drifted into a state of bliss. My breathing became deep and steady. My legs became taut, pushing my feet against the bottom of the tub. My arms rested on the rim as my head fell back. The only sounds we made were the sound of the water and the wisps of my breathing.
The pleasure John gave me became almost intolerable. My body began to move, almost involuntarily, almost interrupting our blissful tableau. The firm grip John had on my cock coerced me into increasing the friction. I became greedy for more pleasure, impatiently wanting to be properly jacked off.
"Be still, kiddo," John whispered in a throaty voice, "you'll come eventually." Then he drew closer, "but I want to draw out as much come as I can, and that takes time."
My legs touched his, crossing them under the water. I licked my lips, sliding down and toward him a couple of inches. His legs continued rubbing against mine. The water caressed my nipples. I thought the orgasm would never arrive. The pleasure was indeed there, but it hesitated on the edge. John wouldn't let me move, to mash out the fire he stoked in my cock. Then, without warning, it hit.
Suddenly, a deep groan wrenched out of my throat. I gripped John's arms and thrashed about in the water as I gave up my load.
"Ahhh, yes, my horny boy," John cooed. "Let me have all of it. Let me have all of your come."
His expert hands gripped me perfectly, drawing out one shock wave after another. I clenched my teeth and growled with each new eruption.
Oh, what sweet come. I grasped his strong shoulders and fucked his hand. Again, I came harder that I had ever imagined. My reserves drained away as the climaxing sensation kept beating against my loins.
Too much. It was too much. I don't know what his jacking technique was, but I couldn't stop coming. I hung onto John for dear life.
Yelping and sobbing as the inner core of my sexuality broke free, I slammed forward, pressing my orgasm-contorted face into John's chest. Immediately, I began to lick his skin, moaning like a boy-slut in heat. My lush, red lips danced across his flesh, coming to a halt when they brushed across one of his nipples. I had to suck something, so I pressed my mouth against his breast.
Half crying and suckling John like a starved infant, I lost consciousness for a moment, so completely spent from coming. The next thing I remember is looking up at John's blissful face. His eyes were closed as he savored the electricity arcing through his nipple. Now I would try to return the pleasure. I circled John's tit with my tongue, greedily sucking on the swollen bud.
"Goddamnit!" He grunted. "Tug on the other one, too."
I obeyed, rubbing and tugging his other nipple. I could hear his slow, steady breathing and a slight hiss of pleasure. I was a hungry young succubus trying to draw all of the nourishment I could from my charge and John willingly obliged. I wondered what was taking Rosemary so long to join us.
Suddenly, I felt the water move around me, rising a bit. Another body had moved alongside us.
"Well, he certainly seems to be enjoying himself," her light, airy voice taunted. I moaned against John's breast as Rosemary's soft, naked flesh rubbed against mine.
With John's firm body on one side and Rosemary's soft, yielding form on the other, I thought I would die of pleasure. As he continued nursing me, I felt his wife's slender fingers gently brush down my stomach. My body stiffened and I arched my back slightly as her hand caressed my spent cock.
"Why, John," she said. "You achieved the impossible. His boner has gone to sleep!"
"Well, fuck," he groaned back. "He almost passed out from that last orgasm I gave him."
"Good...good," She said approvingly. "I don't want him wanking off in secret any more."
"Yeah, as long as he's here, that cock's going to be perpetually spent."
I switched nipples, eliciting sounds of approval from both of them.
Rosemary released my penis, choosing to pay attention to her husband. I sighed as her breasts pressed against my back, her thighs rubbing against mine and John's. She gripped his cock, making him shudder.
Keeping my mouth glued to his tit, I opened my eyes and glanced around. Panting, John gripped the sides of the tub. His mouth was open and he looked like he was about to explode from arousal. Rosemary spoke.
"I think he needs to come," she purred. "Don't you?"
I stopped sucking, if only for a moment. "Yeah," I replied in a groggy voice as if waking from a deep sleep. So engrossed I was in sucking John's tit. "Maybe I need to suck something else."
"That's an option," she said. Gripping her husband's penis, she rubbed the tip up and down my thigh, making him squirm. "But we've had enough sucking for now." She released her husband's agony and slipped behind me. I jumped as her finger slid up my ass, pushing against my anus. "Let's not forget about fucking."
"But who's fucking who this time?" John asked, his cock brushing against my skin.
"I wonder if he's ready for it?" Rosemary asked her husband.
"I dunno," he looked into my eyes, rubbing his cock against me more and more. "Maybe we should wait."
"What the fuck are you talking about?" I asked.
"Fucking you in the ass, my love," Rosemary answered. I squirmed as her finger slipped deeper into my body. Goddammit, if my cock wasn't responding to her touch magnificently.
"That's a tall order, honey," John said. "I don't want him traumatized."
"Maybe you're right." Her finger went deeper and started to massage my prostate. Jesus Christ, it felt so good! I relaxed my head against her shoulder as the pleasure intensified.
"I...I don't mind," I stammered, unsure if my anus was up to the task. "We can try."
John grasped my shoulders, massaging them gently.
"We'll go slow, and you know we can stop at any time."
"Let me get the lube," Rosemary said. With a splash, she extracted herself from the foaming water and disappeared into the house. In a moment, she returned with a white tube of lubricant. Sliding back into the water with a mischievous smile, she motioned to her husband.
"Get that thing up here," she commanded. Her husband obeyed, lifting himself out of the water to expose his jutting hardness.
"Hold your hand out," she told me. I did, and she squirted the clear lubricant into my palm. "Go ahead and lube him up." She motioned toward her suffering mate.
I wasted no time in covering his cock with lubricant. He moaned and writhed as I made sure every square centimeter was thoroughly slick.
"Damn, I say," he clenched his teeth. "Stop before I come in your face. I want to come in your ass."
"Okay," Rosemary said, nodding to me. "Get your ass up in the air."
I stood up and leaned over the rim of the hot tub. Positioning myself like that, ready to take whatever came -- literally -- made me quiver with expectation. Up and exposed like that, I felt like a come slut, ready to get fucked by whoever walked by. There was no dignified way for me to present myself. It was very obvious what was going to happen. It was like I was begging, "Fuck me...fuck my ass."
Suddenly, I felt a fingertip, slick with lube, pressing against my anus. It wasn't urgent or invasive. Not yet. It was also not Rosemary's slender finger, but John's thick, strong digit. His fingertip just rubbed circles at the opening, slowly and surely, making my cock jut out like a flagpole.
"That's it, kid," he purred, gripping my shoulder with his free hand. "Just let me in slowwwly. We have plenty of time."
It didn't take long before my anus relaxed, and with that, he went inside.
All of what I had fantasized up until that moment didn't prepare me for what happened next. John's finger went deeper, and the sensation of it filled my lower regions. I was so worked up and horny, he could've done anything to me at that moment and I wouldn't have minded. The fullness swelled in my body, almost like he was pushing my cock further out from the inside. With his larger finger, it was new and invasive and extremely erotic.
I squirmed as he slowly finger-fucked my ass, clenching my butt cheeks anxiously, moaning with pleasure. The new sensations brought out something else in me, something lurking just below the surface. I relished being taken by this beautiful stud. I felt I was being taken like a woman, and loved it. Warmth glowed throughout my body. Was this what being submissive was all about? I didn't know, but craved more.
"Damn, John," Rosemary whispered. "He's loving this."
"Uh huh," I whimpered like a little girl losing her cherry.
John snorted, pleased with himself that he could get me so worked up,
"Damn," I rasped, "Don't stop, don't stop."
"You've never been fucked in the ass, honey?" Rosemary teased, her fingertip brushing across one of my nipples. She knew the answer.
"Uh...no," I hesitated. "I've always been afraid."
"Of what?"
"I dunno."
John's firm hand, gripping my waist as he fingered me, gave me a warm, safe feeling. I felt nurtured and, yes, ready to be taken. We could've kept this up forever.
"Afraid of shitting myself, for one."
He laughed. His hand was now on my hip, an errant thumb gently pulling my buttocks apart, making a gap for his hardness.
"What's going on back there?" I teasingly asked, trying to remain cool, but knowing the answer. The tip of John's purple helmet was now pressing against my anus. I reached back to grasp his hip and felt it tensing, applying gentle pressure.
"Nothing, kid," he mocked. "Is this okay?"
His cock was much larger than his finger, so I was hesitant. My anus wasn't being very responsive. "I'm kind of nervous."
John stopped the pressure. "We don't have to do this."
The feeling of his cock between my buttocks was nice. I did want to experiment. "Let's go slow," I finally replied, unsure of what to do. I tried to relax and accommodate him.
"Take it easy," Rosemary admonished her husband. I felt her fingertips flicking back and forth across my nipples. The next moment, she was tugging and massaging them.
"This may help, my love," she whispered, her lips almost pressing against my ear. I hissed, feeling her breath and John's cock starting to push again.
Then it happened. I felt the tip invading me.
"Ohhh, yes," I breathed out as Rosemary kissed my cheek. John remained silent, concentrating on entering me as carefully as possible.
Less nervous and totally aroused, I felt like a little Ra*e bitch about to get pounded. I was right.
John grasped my hips with both hands and, huffing, began to push. God, his cock felt enormous as he worked it in, inch by inch, never releasing his grip on my body as he progressed. I couldn't help but whimper, being taken by this sexy man. Oh, my God, I thought. Take me. Ra*e me.
"Oh, sweet Jesus," Rosemary's voice quivered with lust, still playing with my nipples. "Fuck our boy!"
John's voice conveyed his arousal, as well. "You'll say something if it hurts, right?" He almost yelped, crazed with desire.
"Of course." I felt like a woman, being invaded from behind, making the level of passion even higher. I had to fight to keep from gripping my own cock and masturbating as he finally pushed all the way in. A groan of satisfaction rumbled from his throat.
"Damn, boy," John grunted. "You're a tight little piece of ass."
For a moment, he paused, fully inside me. His hands caressed my skin, rubbing up and down my shoulders, back and hips. He groaned again as I hissed and writhed with pleasure, my anus clenching his shaft.
"Fuck my ass slowly, please sir." My voice sounded like that of a young girl. I couldn't help it, being taken, new emotions flooding my brain. A tear formed and streaked down my face.
"Of course." His cock started moving in and out, in and out, slow and steady, an inch or two at a time, then more. The strange sensation gave way to pleasure each time he pushed to the hilt. Within a few minutes, John was slapping against my ass while I hung on for dear life.
"Yes. Oh, fuck...YES!" Rosemary rejoiced as all three of our naked bodies clumped together in the soothing, hot water.
"Oh, goddamn." My voice yelped with his pounding. "Fuck me hard. Fuck. Fuck. Come inside me!"
"That's what you're getting, kid, and very soon."
With that, he let out a majestic roar and quivered. I felt him twitch and jerk inside me. A warm, liquid sensation filled my ass as he pumped me full of his seed. Still thrusting, he talked to me like he would a piece of naughty fuckmeat, which I was.
"How's that cock, bitch? Huh?" The last of his semen drained deep into my body. "You take my seed and keep it inside. Never let it go." He slapped my ass then, panting, melded his body to mine, still up to his balls inside me. Draped over the rim of the hot tub, I savored the lingering pleasure of his spent cock buried deep in my ass. John huffed deeply after his near-Ra*e of my body, catching his breath.
As his breathing returned to normal, he reached around me and grasped my rod, which had returned to full mast.
"Look what I found," he said, pulling it taut. He looked up to his wife, whose face conveyed that of a woman aroused beyond belief.
"Can't keep a good boy down," they both said in unison, laughing. As sore as my cock was, I still wanted more, such a greedy boy I was.
"Wow, I can't believe we did that," I gasped. "I just...I can't..."
"You're damn right, kid." John's lips brushed against my ear as his body remained pressed against mine. "I'll train your ass to take that and more."
"What shall we call our new toy?" Rosemary teased, her sweet breasts playing peek-a-boo at the tub's waterline.
"Hmmm..." John replied. "So many names could apply." He maintained his grip on my cock. "Our son, the anal slave, or..." He tugged at my nipple hard enough to make me clench my ass again. "...maybe our nipple slave, too."
"All around fuckboy sounds more appropriate," Rosemary hissed.
John tugged my nipple again, his thumbnail torturing the hard, red bud. I whimpered, writhing against the naked flesh surrounding me.
"We'll fuck you at our leisure until every orifice is filled," he growled. Rosemary gasped at her husband's words.
A tear streaked down my cheek. My head swam with arousal and need. I still had difficulty believing this was really happening. I spoke like a slave bitch.
"Yes, Master. Anything you want. Take me at your leisure." I couldn't believe those words were coming from my mouth, but there they were, tumbling through the air.
"Don't forget me," Rosemary said, her hand wrapping over her husband's.
"I think we need to go inside and dry off." John said.
Within minutes, we were all dry and parked on top of the neatly-made bed in the master bedroom. It didn't stay neat for long, as our naked bodies tumbled together, skin pressing and rubbing against hot skin, kisses, touching, licking and gasps of pleasure, all of our senses tingling. Rosemary spoke.
"Honey," she whispered into my ear, toying with my cock while John watched. "How about something new?"
I wanted to tell her everything we've been doing was new, and wonderful.
"Sure," I replied. "What is it?"
"Well..." She paused for a moment, hesitant. "Have you ever heard of cunnilingus?"
I hadn't. "What's that?"
She gazed lustily into my eyes, stroking my hair. Before she could speak, I realized what she meant.
"You mean going down? Eating pussy?"
She smiled again. "Yes, honey. I so very much want your mouth on me, but only if you're okay with it."
"Of course." My lips brushed across her wet nipple. If it gave my "mother" pleasure, I was all for it. "You'll have to show me how to do it right, though."
"That's my intention," Rosemary replied. John made way as she rolled on her back, sliding up against the headboard. She placed a pillow underneath her shoulders so she could look down at me, her knees parting to again reveal her fiery, red bush.
John watched from the sidelines. "Goddamn," was all he said, looking almost as excited as his wife.
I slid down until my face was inches from Rosemary's bush. I started kissing the insides of her thighs. She panted and squirmed with each wet touch of my mouth. I moved up and up until I nuzzled her ladyfur, inhaling the sweet odor of arousal.
"Here." She parted her bush with her thumbs, spreading her pussy lips. Between those lips lie a wet, glistening pink. A small bud protruded at the top.
"See that little bud at the top?" She brushed against it with her fingertip. It looked like a tiny penis, standing erect, poking out from underneath its hood.
"Yeah."
"That's my clitoris...or clit," she instructed. "That's my version of your penis."
"Wow!" I didn't know. Nothing like this had ever been addressed in the adult magazines I'd pored over. "I didn't know women had dicks."
"Well," she chuckled. "I don't think they're truly dicks, but they're very sensitive and, if you know how to treat them, it gives us a lot of pleasure."
"I didn't know pussies were so complicated." My lips were mere inches from her slit.
"Yes, baby," she replied. "Lots of men think they're just wet holes to fuck, but they're wrong." She dipped her middle finger into her wetness, then rubbed it around her clit. "You're going to learn how to treat a pussy right."
"Anything you say."
"Here," she instructed. "Trace around it with your tongue."
I obeyed. Placing my hands underneath her thighs, I circled her clit with my pointed tongue. She responded immediately, exhaling with a slight moan, her ass squirming with pleasure.
"Damn, I'm gonna enjoy this," Rosemary sighed. "I hope you do, too."
Smiling, my tongue didn't leave her sensitive flesh. I licked all around her clit, even at the base of it, with great delicacy. It didn't take long for my saliva to mix with her juices to create a slick coating on my mouth and chin. I was a quick study.
"Ohhh, baby." She gently undulated from the oral pleasure I was giving her. "Just a little firmer, and right on my clit."
Immediately, I pushed my tongue deep into her love canal, bringing it up, letting my tongue drag up the underside of her clit, then over it. I traced the area over her clit, then around her pussy lips.
"God, you know what to do," she purred. "Keep doing that and Mama will come for you."
Of course, that was my objective, to return the pleasure she had given me, to give her what she wanted as a lover and a son. I circled her clit a few more times, then pressed my mouth against her pussy, my tongue steadily stroking up and down.
"Ohhh..." her voice quivered as new sensations overtook her. "That's it, baby." She gripped the sides of the bed. "Keep it steady, just like that."
Rosemary's body undulated against my face as I ate her out. I loved the feeling of my wet mouth against her silky, slick flesh. By now, she had started a low, steady moan, almost like she was humming a tune. Her knuckles were white from clutching the bedclothes.
"Mmmm...fuck, yeah." John groaned, watching my mouth working against his wife's pussy.
"Honey," she whispered. "Can you squeeze my tits?"
Immediately, my hands covered her breasts and began massaging them.
"Tug my nipples, baby."
Again, I did exactly as she instructed, and before long, her low moans turned into throaty grunts.
"Oh, Goddamn, yes...that's how you do it. Honey, you make me feel sooo good!"
She placed her hands on the back of my head and humped more aggressively against my face. I kept pace with her thrusts, gasping for air at times, but never breaking the steady path of my tongue.
"Oh...ohhh...aggghhh." Rosemary sounded like an animal in heat, pleasing me to no end. "Baby, I think it's about to come. Don't stop." Her voice quivered, body at the brink. "Please don't stop...steady...steady...OHHH!!!"
With that, her body convulsed with a shattering climax, spasming and jerking as the orgasm possessed her. Her juices squirted into my mouth and on my face, and I dutifully swallowed as much as I could.
Immediately, she pushed me away as her hips shuddered and writhed. She cupped her breasts, squeezing them as she gaped at the ceiling, eyes wide and mouth open.
"Fuck yeah!" John must have been suffering mightily, watching the oral spectacle before him. "Our boy's a cocksucker AND a muffdiver, too! Magnificent!"
"Ah...ah...ah..." Rosemary gasped for air, and for a moment, I thought she was having a heart attack, the spasms were so intense. My eyes never left her face as that few seconds of time stretched out into an eternity. Talk about a Kodak moment!
Then she got still, eyes squeezed tightly shut, shaking as the wave subsided. Finally, she whispered.
"That was good, son...very, very good." She was almost sobbing as she looked down at me, my face still inches from her sopping wet pussy. "But," she managed a smile, "that doesn't mean we shouldn't practice as much as we can." Her eyes conveyed those of a satisfied woman, in turn giving me a warm glow of satisfaction.
"Anytime you want, Mom." I called her by the name she really wanted me to use. I licked my lips, tasting her sex on them. The juices from her ejaculation that I failed to swallow dripped from my chin. She beckoned me.
"Come up here, my beautiful boy."
I slid up until our nude bodies pressed together.
"Kiss me."
Although my face was covered in her heady juices, I obeyed, and our mouths pressed together.
"Mmmm..." Rosemary moaned into my mouth. She pulled back, brushing her lips against my mouth and cheek. "I taste someone familiar."
Then she proceeded to trace her tongue all over my face, anyplace her juices were. She ended up sucking my tongue, relishing her own taste and scent. More kisses, then she whispered in my ear.
"Mama loves to taste herself almost as much as she loves the taste of your come."
Smiling, I rubbed my face against her neck.
The room fell silent, with the exception of our steady breathing. Our bodies melded together, skin on skin. John stretched out beside us, his erection now lazing, semi-tumescent, a glisten of pre-come on the tip.
As all of us rested, I listened to the sounds around me - the rumble of the occasional car passing by outside, the muffled whirr of the air conditioner. Rosemary's tummy grumbled. Sunlight filtered through the drapes, creating sharply-contrasted dancing figures on the walls, the bed, and our coupled bodies. My erection remained, a fact that didn't escape my surrogate mother. I sensed her becoming restless. Her right hand stroked up and down her thigh as her left hand cupped by naked ass. She finally spoke.
"Now it's time to fuck."
I appreciated her directness. I was ready again, of course, as she rolled on her side. She then rose to her knees on the bed.
"Lie down, honey," she instructed, giving me a light smack on the thigh. I sighed as I slid into the warm spot she left for me, my cock bobbing. Rosemary pulled the pillow from beneath my head. "Put this under your ass."
"Okay, what are we doing?" I asked, lifting my body while she slid the pillow underneath. The pillow elevated my hips, making my cock jut out like a flagpole on a hilltop. Of course, that was the pillow's intent. Rosemary's eyes were darting between my face and my cock. They had a hunger in them, like a lioness sizing up her prey. John gazed at us serenely. I noticed his cock had returned to full size.
"You'll find out," she smiled, her hard-tipped breasts pointing at me as she leaned over. "I gotta get more of your cock, and deep."
John rolled over on his side, his own rod pointing at us, drooping toward the bed. Reaching out, he wrapped his hand around my hardness, squeezing it and pulling the skin taut. I shuddered from the pleasure of his touch.
"Time for me to ride," Rosemary smiled.
Straddling my legs, she positioned her downy pussy over my cock. As she lowered herself, her husband began rubbing my purple helmet against her pink wetness, priming the pump, so to speak, as she began to take me inside her body.
"Ohhh!" My mouth fell open with a new surge of ecstasy. Rosemary moved with precision, undulating her sweet, pale ass, lowering herself even more. John released me as her pussy swallowed my cock, the weight of her body resting on my hips.
"That okay?" She asked breathily. I could tell the pleasure was mutual.
Oh my fucking God, are you kidding?
"Oh, Mom," I shuddered, writhing underneath her body. "Don't make me come too soon!"
"What's wrong with that?" She cooed. "I know you can recover, and I get to keep more of your come." She gently moved against me, clenching her buttocks, drawing my hardness deeper inside. "Now let's fuck." A splash of warmth spread over my insides with her last comment. Rosemary meant business.
To my delight, she started moving her ass up and down, her pussy gripping my cock like a velvet hand, with delicious precision. I squeezed her thighs and pushed back, trying to return the pleasure.
Watching the effect she was having on me, Rosemary couldn't help but chuckle. I'm sure she was pleased with herself, being able to make me crazy with lust.
I began to rinse his genitals, leaning closer and closer. John praised my touch.
"Damn, Neil," he growled. "Careful, or I'll come in your face. God, you handle that like a pro."
John's praise emboldened me. All of the soap had been rinsed away, and his erect, glistening cock hovered within inches of my lips. Hungry for a taste, I grasped his cock and pressed my lips against the head, kissing it.
"Oooh, God, kid," he gasped in surprise, "I can't believe you did that."
Rosemary giggled, surprised, but also pleased. I figured John hadn't quite sized me up as a cocksucker, but his smooth, full rod looked too good to ignore.
I knew nothing about giving head, except what I had just experienced with Rosemary. Stolen adult magazines only showed still images, not the complex, delicate process of properly coaxing a load from a man's body while giving him maximum pleasure. Looking up hesitantly, I moved toward John's erection.
"Go ahead and suck it if you want," he said. "Don't be afraid."
Rosemary was silent, watching her husband's cock bob less than an inch from my half-open lips.
Fortune favors the bold, I thought, and took the plunge. The instant my mouth touched his flesh, both of my almost-parents voiced their approval with moans and words.
Once his cock or, more accurately, his purple tip pushed past my lips, everything became common sense. The fleshy firmness of his pole struck me as the most natural thing in the world to suck, so I did -- a bit clumsily at first, but I received no complaints. John shuddered as his wife tweaked his nipples.
With John's groans and Rosemary's encouragement filling my ears, I soon developed a rhythm, bobbing my head, sucking powerfully and, with each thrust, working more and more of his sweet hardness into my mouth. After a minute or two, I was the perfect little whore, eagerly blowing John with a basic, but enthusiastic, blowjob, taking all of his meat down my throat.
Only another minute passed before John grunted, "Watch it, kid. I'm about to blow my wad. If you don't want me to come down your throat, you should pull back."
I didn't respond, but bobbed faster, the noise of my slurping becoming louder.
"Goddamn!" Rosemary chuckled. "Looks like our boy's going to take it all!"
"Okay, son," John said, tension in his voice, "here it comes."
He groaned loudly as his hips bucked in orgasm. Rosemary released his nipples, holding his wet, convulsing body as his load blasted down my throat. I held on, tasting come for the first time, maintaining my rhythm.
John's orgasm lasted for what seemed forever. I dutifully blew him, more spurts of raw semen filling my mouth, until his spasms subsided.
"Okay, honey," Rosemary instructed me. "Back off a bit."
As my fellating slowed, I noticed the water becoming tepid, then cold. After an eternity, the water heater had also shot its wad, and it was hampering the mood.
"Let's get into bed," Rosemary said, shutting off the water. Within seconds, we all rolled, naked and wet, into their magnificent king-sized bed.
"Now our boy's a cocksucker as well," John teased as he rubbed his naked body, and his renewed erection, against mine.
"Jesus, honey," Rosemary said, somewhat surprised at her husband's resilience. "Looks like you're ready to go again!"
"Well, fuck," He responded. "The kid's got me so worked up, I can hardly stand it." Then he looked at me. "Neil, are you up to it?"
Goddamn, I was just getting started.
I responded with actions, not words. Losing no time, I immediately latched onto John's cock again. Soon he was on his back, groaning and tensing his ass in pleasure as I coaxed another load from deep inside his body.
Rosemary, with John's damp head resting in her lap, gently brushed her fingertips over his hard nipples. She gazed intently, eyes wide with wonder and arousal, as my hungry mouth devoured her husband's shaft.
"This time you'll last longer," she whispered to her husband.
"I hope so." He responded.
John's left hand rested on the back of my neck. Occasionally, he would start undulating his hips, trying to force more of his cock into my mouth, but then he would stop, not wanting me to choke.
Bracing my arms firmly against John's thighs, I lunged up and down aggressively as his tensing cock spurred me on. Above the slurping noises, he spoke in a strained voice.
"Oh, God, Neil," He choked. "You're such a hungry fucker. It's gonna come again."
"I think he likes the taste," Rosemary added.
"Watch it, kid," he panted, "You're gonna get another mouthful."
But John didn't understand. I wanted him to blow another wad right down my throat. Like Rosemary had done to me earlier, I wanted to taste his semen, and to feel his cock spasming in my mouth.
Looking up, my eyes met Rosemary's. Thank God she understood what I wanted. Glancing down to her agonizing husband, she spoke.
"Come in his mouth," she ordered. "Now!"
John had already started coming the moment she finished her sentence, incapable of holding back any longer. His firm body bucked and trembled as he blew another load into my mouth. Moaning, I eagerly swallowed what I could as his cock spurted again and again, but semen began to pool in my cheeks.
"Mmmm, fuck yeah!" Rosemary whimpered. No doubt, her pussy was soaked as she savored the spectacle.
Sucking the last of John's ample load into my mouth, I finally released his cock with a loud "pop". His spent rod fell away to rest, semi-flaccid, on his thigh. Sitting on my heels, I mimicked Rosemary and analyzed its taste, swirling it with my tongue. Interesting, it was, sort of an alkaline, slightly salty goo. Not bad. Some other taste lurked in the background, though. Something I remembered from last night's Mexican dinner.
That train of thought was immediately interrupted when Rosemary, enflamed from the sight of her husband being blown by a young boy, pressed her probing mouth against mine. Our mouths, locked tightly together, shared John's come. Both of us sucked, trying to retain as much of the ejaculate in our mouths as possible.
"Mmmm," Rosemary broke our kiss, sitting back, swishing John's come in her mouth. "I know what that taste is," She exclaimed excitedly as I swallowed my share. "CUMIN!"
Looking back, that hazy, summer Saturday was like Independence Day, Christmas, Thanksgiving, and several other important holidays I couldn't think of at the moment, all lumped together.
After John blew his load down my throat a second time, Rosemary fetched a couple of thick, cotton towels and we proceeded to rub each other dry. Both of them had white, terrycloth robes to match the towels and slipped them on.
"Here," John said, pulling another, smaller bathrobe from the closet. "We found this especially for you."
"Thanks," I smiled at him, slipping on the garment, feeling the rough fabric rubbing my nipples. The moment I cinched the robe together, he planted a deep, wet kiss on my mouth. I exhaled, returning the kiss, our mouths exploring for a moment. I noticed we were both erect again.
"We better let our cocks rest for a while," He whispered in my ear. His breath made me shiver. His hand slipped beneath my robe to touch my naked skin. I whimpered.
"Fuck," Rosemary said, watching us make out like teenagers -- well, a teenager and a grown man -- "All of this has made me hungry."
"Then make with the victuals, mine wench!" John commanded.
"Yes, sire!" She disappeared into the kitchen.
John and I, our erections still poking out between the folds of our robes, relaxed on the living room sofa, the flickering television mildly distracting us from our touching and kissing.
Rosemary moved about the kitchen, making discreet noises until the heavenly scent of bacon reached our nostrils.
In spite of his suggestion that we cool it, John couldn't keep his hands off my body. I returned the favor, resting my head against his bare chest as his hand rubbed up and down my thigh. I tried to steer my bobbing cock toward his hand, but he resisted. What a fucking tease he was! I could've sucked and fucked the rest of the afternoon.
Not only was I glad we had broken the seal, I was relieved. I was tired of the torture and of jacking off alone in secret. I wanted them to touch me, and they knew it. When John grasped my cock for the first time, pleasure surging through my body under his grip, my insides spilled out and there would be no reeling them back in. Now I realize they were fully aware of what I wanted and needed, and what would transpire. At nineteen, my body and emotions were
evolving at such a blinding pace, I could hardly keep up. They knew I balanced precariously on the fence between adolescence and adulthood, and made the most of it.
"Come and get thy sustenance!" Rosemary heralded from the kitchen.
"Coming!" Both John and I replied at the same time. We paused, looking at each other, then burst into laughter at the irony of our response.
"Well, maybe later." John kissed the top of my head and face, planting one last kiss on my upturned mouth. He took my hand and pulled me off the sofa.
As I walked with him across the living room, my feet caressed by the thick beige carpet, my body sang a song of need. I needed to be taken, to be ravished thoroughly. I had yet to get over the shock of the new and think about being the aggressor. That would take some time. At the moment, I just wanted, needed, to come. I needed adult hands all over my body, exploring every square centimeter of my flesh, titillating every erotic nerve ending, manipulating me to a crescendo, then holding me firmly as I convulsed with each liberating new orgasm.
We ate in relative silence. I relished the sight of Rosemary's hard, pointed nipple playing peek-a-boo from behind her robe. I looked up and our eyes met.
"Don't worry," she said. "You'll get some more."
"You'll get a LOT more," John added.
"I hope so," I managed to whisper, averting my eyes with mild embarrassment.
Under the table, Rosemary rubbed her foot against my calf.
After breakfast, all three of us watched television for several hours, digesting, recharging our batteries, pacing ourselves, trying not to gorge out at the sexual banquet like mindless pigs. It was hard. Literally. We had slipped fully into late afternoon when John spoke up.
"Let's get in the hot tub," He suggested.
"Good idea," Rosemary said. "Let me go make the beds and tidy up." She rose to her feet, cinching the sash on her robe. I'll be with you in a minute."
"Such a good housekeeper," John smirked. "But we're just going to mess them up again."
"Still, I like a tidy home," his wife replied, "so humor me."
"Can we help?" I asked.
"No, you two get things going. I won't be long," she responded, her voice trailing off as she disappeared into the back portion of the house.
Letting his robe fall to the sofa to reveal his mouthwatering, nude body, John vanished out the sliding glass back door onto the patio. Getting to my feet, I followed his lead, disrobing, treading from the plush carpet of the living room, out the sliding glass door, to the soft, polished pebbles embedded in the patio's concrete. My toes wriggled, pleasuring in the smooth, caressing bumps pressing against my feet. The afternoon sun had already dropped to the opposite side of the house, covering half of the back yard in shadow.
The roof of the patio stretched out to cover the small, wood-framed hot tub. His eyes closed, John had already settled into the steaming water. His smooth, firm chest, punctuated by two hard nipples, glistened, caressed by the steam, ready to suck. Wordlessly, I eased up the steps and pushed a toe in. Mmmm, it felt wonderful! As I slid my naked body into the water, John sensed my presence. Lazily, he opened his eyes, smiling.
"Hey, kid."
The second our eyes met, I flashed back to what had transpired since last night. I began to quiver as my body flushed hotly, the fire reignited. It amazed me, after years of being around John and Rosemary, how I now became so nervous. As opposed to the past, when they were just surrogate parents and I their almost-child, I became acutely aware of my exposed flesh and the hardness of my nipples. Caressed by the warm water, my cock jutted out, well beneath the surface. John looked at me serenely.
"You okay, kid?" He asked. "How are you handling this? I know it must be a shock to you, but we figured you were now an adult..." John arched his eyebrow, "...at least on paper."
"I'm fine," I said, but I don't think that convinced him.
"You know, last night we didn't mean to scare you." His toes came out and brushed against one of my calves. God, how much can one person be so aroused without bursting into flames? His touch electrified me.
"No," I replied, surprisingly without stammering. "I liked it." Pausing, I said bluntly, "We can't tell anyone, though."
John shook his head. "No, Neil. That's just for us, what happened." His foot continued to rub against my flesh. My cock throbbed painfully, making me wince. I wanted to be nearer to my new, male lover. He noticed my discomfort.
"What's wrong?" he asked me. I suppose he was still afraid of traumatizing me for the rest of my life. "Please tell me." His voice caressed me like a soft, warm blanket against my bare skin. "It's okay, really."
I gazed into his eyes. I couldn't find the proper words, but managed to choke out a response.
"I need to play some more." Yes, I knew how crude it sounded as I said it. I merely wanted John to move closer to me. Within the tight confines of the hot tub, he wouldn't need to move far. He didn't reply, but merely granted my wish, smiling. Involuntarily, I stood, not knowing why. Perhaps it would allow him to access - and relieve - the center of my need, my cock?
"The first thing you need to do," John said, placing his hands firmly on my hips, "is to sit back down." Our cocks touched under the water.
For a delicious moment, his gaze shifted down to my swollen tool, and I ached for his touch. He refrained, though, pushing me back down into the sitting position. His hand brushed my cheek, then disappeared into the water.
From that moment on, time became a blur. John's hands drifted to the source of my discomfort, slowly working their magic. His mouth pressed against mine as we kissed languidly, our tongues playing, sucking gently. My eyelids fluttered, my body relaxing against the edge of the tub as he worked me over. Above the water, all one could see was the subtle, almost imperceptible movement of his muscles. His pecs, biceps and triceps slowly and rhythmically flexed as I drifted into a state of bliss. My breathing became deep and steady. My legs became taut, pushing my feet against the bottom of the tub. My arms rested on the rim as my head fell back. The only sounds we made were the sound of the water and the wisps of my breathing.
The pleasure John gave me became almost intolerable. My body began to move, almost involuntarily, almost interrupting our blissful tableau. The firm grip John had on my cock coerced me into increasing the friction. I became greedy for more pleasure, impatiently wanting to be properly jacked off.
"Be still, kiddo," John whispered in a throaty voice, "you'll come eventually." Then he drew closer, "but I want to draw out as much come as I can, and that takes time."
My legs touched his, crossing them under the water. I licked my lips, sliding down and toward him a couple of inches. His legs continued rubbing against mine. The water caressed my nipples. I thought the orgasm would never arrive. The pleasure was indeed there, but it hesitated on the edge. John wouldn't let me move, to mash out the fire he stoked in my cock. Then, without warning, it hit.
Suddenly, a deep groan wrenched out of my throat. I gripped John's arms and thrashed about in the water as I gave up my load.
"Ahhh, yes, my horny boy," John cooed. "Let me have all of it. Let me have all of your come."
His expert hands gripped me perfectly, drawing out one shock wave after another. I clenched my teeth and growled with each new eruption.
Oh, what sweet come. I grasped his strong shoulders and fucked his hand. Again, I came harder that I had ever imagined. My reserves drained away as the climaxing sensation kept beating against my loins.
Too much. It was too much. I don't know what his jacking technique was, but I couldn't stop coming. I hung onto John for dear life.
Yelping and sobbing as the inner core of my sexuality broke free, I slammed forward, pressing my orgasm-contorted face into John's chest. Immediately, I began to lick his skin, moaning like a boy-slut in heat. My lush, red lips danced across his flesh, coming to a halt when they brushed across one of his nipples. I had to suck something, so I pressed my mouth against his breast.
Half crying and suckling John like a starved infant, I lost consciousness for a moment, so completely spent from coming. The next thing I remember is looking up at John's blissful face. His eyes were closed as he savored the electricity arcing through his nipple. Now I would try to return the pleasure. I circled John's tit with my tongue, greedily sucking on the swollen bud.
"Goddamnit!" He grunted. "Tug on the other one, too."
I obeyed, rubbing and tugging his other nipple. I could hear his slow, steady breathing and a slight hiss of pleasure. I was a hungry young succubus trying to draw all of the nourishment I could from my charge and John willingly obliged. I wondered what was taking Rosemary so long to join us.
Suddenly, I felt the water move around me, rising a bit. Another body had moved alongside us.
"Well, he certainly seems to be enjoying himself," her light, airy voice taunted. I moaned against John's breast as Rosemary's soft, naked flesh rubbed against mine.
With John's firm body on one side and Rosemary's soft, yielding form on the other, I thought I would die of pleasure. As he continued nursing me, I felt his wife's slender fingers gently brush down my stomach. My body stiffened and I arched my back slightly as her hand caressed my spent cock.
"Why, John," she said. "You achieved the impossible. His boner has gone to sleep!"
"Well, fuck," he groaned back. "He almost passed out from that last orgasm I gave him."
"Good...good," She said approvingly. "I don't want him wanking off in secret any more."
"Yeah, as long as he's here, that cock's going to be perpetually spent."
I switched nipples, eliciting sounds of approval from both of them.
Rosemary released my penis, choosing to pay attention to her husband. I sighed as her breasts pressed against my back, her thighs rubbing against mine and John's. She gripped his cock, making him shudder.
Keeping my mouth glued to his tit, I opened my eyes and glanced around. Panting, John gripped the sides of the tub. His mouth was open and he looked like he was about to explode from arousal. Rosemary spoke.
"I think he needs to come," she purred. "Don't you?"
I stopped sucking, if only for a moment. "Yeah," I replied in a groggy voice as if waking from a deep sleep. So engrossed I was in sucking John's tit. "Maybe I need to suck something else."
"That's an option," she said. Gripping her husband's penis, she rubbed the tip up and down my thigh, making him squirm. "But we've had enough sucking for now." She released her husband's agony and slipped behind me. I jumped as her finger slid up my ass, pushing against my anus. "Let's not forget about fucking."
"But who's fucking who this time?" John asked, his cock brushing against my skin.
"I wonder if he's ready for it?" Rosemary asked her husband.
"I dunno," he looked into my eyes, rubbing his cock against me more and more. "Maybe we should wait."
"What the fuck are you talking about?" I asked.
"Fucking you in the ass, my love," Rosemary answered. I squirmed as her finger slipped deeper into my body. Goddammit, if my cock wasn't responding to her touch magnificently.
"That's a tall order, honey," John said. "I don't want him traumatized."
"Maybe you're right." Her finger went deeper and started to massage my prostate. Jesus Christ, it felt so good! I relaxed my head against her shoulder as the pleasure intensified.
"I...I don't mind," I stammered, unsure if my anus was up to the task. "We can try."
John grasped my shoulders, massaging them gently.
"We'll go slow, and you know we can stop at any time."
"Let me get the lube," Rosemary said. With a splash, she extracted herself from the foaming water and disappeared into the house. In a moment, she returned with a white tube of lubricant. Sliding back into the water with a mischievous smile, she motioned to her husband.
"Get that thing up here," she commanded. Her husband obeyed, lifting himself out of the water to expose his jutting hardness.
"Hold your hand out," she told me. I did, and she squirted the clear lubricant into my palm. "Go ahead and lube him up." She motioned toward her suffering mate.
I wasted no time in covering his cock with lubricant. He moaned and writhed as I made sure every square centimeter was thoroughly slick.
"Damn, I say," he clenched his teeth. "Stop before I come in your face. I want to come in your ass."
"Okay," Rosemary said, nodding to me. "Get your ass up in the air."
I stood up and leaned over the rim of the hot tub. Positioning myself like that, ready to take whatever came -- literally -- made me quiver with expectation. Up and exposed like that, I felt like a come slut, ready to get fucked by whoever walked by. There was no dignified way for me to present myself. It was very obvious what was going to happen. It was like I was begging, "Fuck me...fuck my ass."
Suddenly, I felt a fingertip, slick with lube, pressing against my anus. It wasn't urgent or invasive. Not yet. It was also not Rosemary's slender finger, but John's thick, strong digit. His fingertip just rubbed circles at the opening, slowly and surely, making my cock jut out like a flagpole.
"That's it, kid," he purred, gripping my shoulder with his free hand. "Just let me in slowwwly. We have plenty of time."
It didn't take long before my anus relaxed, and with that, he went inside.
All of what I had fantasized up until that moment didn't prepare me for what happened next. John's finger went deeper, and the sensation of it filled my lower regions. I was so worked up and horny, he could've done anything to me at that moment and I wouldn't have minded. The fullness swelled in my body, almost like he was pushing my cock further out from the inside. With his larger finger, it was new and invasive and extremely erotic.
I squirmed as he slowly finger-fucked my ass, clenching my butt cheeks anxiously, moaning with pleasure. The new sensations brought out something else in me, something lurking just below the surface. I relished being taken by this beautiful stud. I felt I was being taken like a woman, and loved it. Warmth glowed throughout my body. Was this what being submissive was all about? I didn't know, but craved more.
"Damn, John," Rosemary whispered. "He's loving this."
"Uh huh," I whimpered like a little girl losing her cherry.
John snorted, pleased with himself that he could get me so worked up,
"Damn," I rasped, "Don't stop, don't stop."
"You've never been fucked in the ass, honey?" Rosemary teased, her fingertip brushing across one of my nipples. She knew the answer.
"Uh...no," I hesitated. "I've always been afraid."
"Of what?"
"I dunno."
John's firm hand, gripping my waist as he fingered me, gave me a warm, safe feeling. I felt nurtured and, yes, ready to be taken. We could've kept this up forever.
"Afraid of shitting myself, for one."
He laughed. His hand was now on my hip, an errant thumb gently pulling my buttocks apart, making a gap for his hardness.
"What's going on back there?" I teasingly asked, trying to remain cool, but knowing the answer. The tip of John's purple helmet was now pressing against my anus. I reached back to grasp his hip and felt it tensing, applying gentle pressure.
"Nothing, kid," he mocked. "Is this okay?"
His cock was much larger than his finger, so I was hesitant. My anus wasn't being very responsive. "I'm kind of nervous."
John stopped the pressure. "We don't have to do this."
The feeling of his cock between my buttocks was nice. I did want to experiment. "Let's go slow," I finally replied, unsure of what to do. I tried to relax and accommodate him.
"Take it easy," Rosemary admonished her husband. I felt her fingertips flicking back and forth across my nipples. The next moment, she was tugging and massaging them.
"This may help, my love," she whispered, her lips almost pressing against my ear. I hissed, feeling her breath and John's cock starting to push again.
Then it happened. I felt the tip invading me.
"Ohhh, yes," I breathed out as Rosemary kissed my cheek. John remained silent, concentrating on entering me as carefully as possible.
Less nervous and totally aroused, I felt like a little Ra*e bitch about to get pounded. I was right.
John grasped my hips with both hands and, huffing, began to push. God, his cock felt enormous as he worked it in, inch by inch, never releasing his grip on my body as he progressed. I couldn't help but whimper, being taken by this sexy man. Oh, my God, I thought. Take me. Ra*e me.
"Oh, sweet Jesus," Rosemary's voice quivered with lust, still playing with my nipples. "Fuck our boy!"
John's voice conveyed his arousal, as well. "You'll say something if it hurts, right?" He almost yelped, crazed with desire.
"Of course." I felt like a woman, being invaded from behind, making the level of passion even higher. I had to fight to keep from gripping my own cock and masturbating as he finally pushed all the way in. A groan of satisfaction rumbled from his throat.
"Damn, boy," John grunted. "You're a tight little piece of ass."
For a moment, he paused, fully inside me. His hands caressed my skin, rubbing up and down my shoulders, back and hips. He groaned again as I hissed and writhed with pleasure, my anus clenching his shaft.
"Fuck my ass slowly, please sir." My voice sounded like that of a young girl. I couldn't help it, being taken, new emotions flooding my brain. A tear formed and streaked down my face.
"Of course." His cock started moving in and out, in and out, slow and steady, an inch or two at a time, then more. The strange sensation gave way to pleasure each time he pushed to the hilt. Within a few minutes, John was slapping against my ass while I hung on for dear life.
"Yes. Oh, fuck...YES!" Rosemary rejoiced as all three of our naked bodies clumped together in the soothing, hot water.
"Oh, goddamn." My voice yelped with his pounding. "Fuck me hard. Fuck. Fuck. Come inside me!"
"That's what you're getting, kid, and very soon."
With that, he let out a majestic roar and quivered. I felt him twitch and jerk inside me. A warm, liquid sensation filled my ass as he pumped me full of his seed. Still thrusting, he talked to me like he would a piece of naughty fuckmeat, which I was.
"How's that cock, bitch? Huh?" The last of his semen drained deep into my body. "You take my seed and keep it inside. Never let it go." He slapped my ass then, panting, melded his body to mine, still up to his balls inside me. Draped over the rim of the hot tub, I savored the lingering pleasure of his spent cock buried deep in my ass. John huffed deeply after his near-Ra*e of my body, catching his breath.
As his breathing returned to normal, he reached around me and grasped my rod, which had returned to full mast.
"Look what I found," he said, pulling it taut. He looked up to his wife, whose face conveyed that of a woman aroused beyond belief.
"Can't keep a good boy down," they both said in unison, laughing. As sore as my cock was, I still wanted more, such a greedy boy I was.
"Wow, I can't believe we did that," I gasped. "I just...I can't..."
"You're damn right, kid." John's lips brushed against my ear as his body remained pressed against mine. "I'll train your ass to take that and more."
"What shall we call our new toy?" Rosemary teased, her sweet breasts playing peek-a-boo at the tub's waterline.
"Hmmm..." John replied. "So many names could apply." He maintained his grip on my cock. "Our son, the anal slave, or..." He tugged at my nipple hard enough to make me clench my ass again. "...maybe our nipple slave, too."
"All around fuckboy sounds more appropriate," Rosemary hissed.
John tugged my nipple again, his thumbnail torturing the hard, red bud. I whimpered, writhing against the naked flesh surrounding me.
"We'll fuck you at our leisure until every orifice is filled," he growled. Rosemary gasped at her husband's words.
A tear streaked down my cheek. My head swam with arousal and need. I still had difficulty believing this was really happening. I spoke like a slave bitch.
"Yes, Master. Anything you want. Take me at your leisure." I couldn't believe those words were coming from my mouth, but there they were, tumbling through the air.
"Don't forget me," Rosemary said, her hand wrapping over her husband's.
"I think we need to go inside and dry off." John said.
Within minutes, we were all dry and parked on top of the neatly-made bed in the master bedroom. It didn't stay neat for long, as our naked bodies tumbled together, skin pressing and rubbing against hot skin, kisses, touching, licking and gasps of pleasure, all of our senses tingling. Rosemary spoke.
"Honey," she whispered into my ear, toying with my cock while John watched. "How about something new?"
I wanted to tell her everything we've been doing was new, and wonderful.
"Sure," I replied. "What is it?"
"Well..." She paused for a moment, hesitant. "Have you ever heard of cunnilingus?"
I hadn't. "What's that?"
She gazed lustily into my eyes, stroking my hair. Before she could speak, I realized what she meant.
"You mean going down? Eating pussy?"
She smiled again. "Yes, honey. I so very much want your mouth on me, but only if you're okay with it."
"Of course." My lips brushed across her wet nipple. If it gave my "mother" pleasure, I was all for it. "You'll have to show me how to do it right, though."
"That's my intention," Rosemary replied. John made way as she rolled on her back, sliding up against the headboard. She placed a pillow underneath her shoulders so she could look down at me, her knees parting to again reveal her fiery, red bush.
John watched from the sidelines. "Goddamn," was all he said, looking almost as excited as his wife.
I slid down until my face was inches from Rosemary's bush. I started kissing the insides of her thighs. She panted and squirmed with each wet touch of my mouth. I moved up and up until I nuzzled her ladyfur, inhaling the sweet odor of arousal.
"Here." She parted her bush with her thumbs, spreading her pussy lips. Between those lips lie a wet, glistening pink. A small bud protruded at the top.
"See that little bud at the top?" She brushed against it with her fingertip. It looked like a tiny penis, standing erect, poking out from underneath its hood.
"Yeah."
"That's my clitoris...or clit," she instructed. "That's my version of your penis."
"Wow!" I didn't know. Nothing like this had ever been addressed in the adult magazines I'd pored over. "I didn't know women had dicks."
"Well," she chuckled. "I don't think they're truly dicks, but they're very sensitive and, if you know how to treat them, it gives us a lot of pleasure."
"I didn't know pussies were so complicated." My lips were mere inches from her slit.
"Yes, baby," she replied. "Lots of men think they're just wet holes to fuck, but they're wrong." She dipped her middle finger into her wetness, then rubbed it around her clit. "You're going to learn how to treat a pussy right."
"Anything you say."
"Here," she instructed. "Trace around it with your tongue."
I obeyed. Placing my hands underneath her thighs, I circled her clit with my pointed tongue. She responded immediately, exhaling with a slight moan, her ass squirming with pleasure.
"Damn, I'm gonna enjoy this," Rosemary sighed. "I hope you do, too."
Smiling, my tongue didn't leave her sensitive flesh. I licked all around her clit, even at the base of it, with great delicacy. It didn't take long for my saliva to mix with her juices to create a slick coating on my mouth and chin. I was a quick study.
"Ohhh, baby." She gently undulated from the oral pleasure I was giving her. "Just a little firmer, and right on my clit."
Immediately, I pushed my tongue deep into her love canal, bringing it up, letting my tongue drag up the underside of her clit, then over it. I traced the area over her clit, then around her pussy lips.
"God, you know what to do," she purred. "Keep doing that and Mama will come for you."
Of course, that was my objective, to return the pleasure she had given me, to give her what she wanted as a lover and a son. I circled her clit a few more times, then pressed my mouth against her pussy, my tongue steadily stroking up and down.
"Ohhh..." her voice quivered as new sensations overtook her. "That's it, baby." She gripped the sides of the bed. "Keep it steady, just like that."
Rosemary's body undulated against my face as I ate her out. I loved the feeling of my wet mouth against her silky, slick flesh. By now, she had started a low, steady moan, almost like she was humming a tune. Her knuckles were white from clutching the bedclothes.
"Mmmm...fuck, yeah." John groaned, watching my mouth working against his wife's pussy.
"Honey," she whispered. "Can you squeeze my tits?"
Immediately, my hands covered her breasts and began massaging them.
"Tug my nipples, baby."
Again, I did exactly as she instructed, and before long, her low moans turned into throaty grunts.
"Oh, Goddamn, yes...that's how you do it. Honey, you make me feel sooo good!"
She placed her hands on the back of my head and humped more aggressively against my face. I kept pace with her thrusts, gasping for air at times, but never breaking the steady path of my tongue.
"Oh...ohhh...aggghhh." Rosemary sounded like an animal in heat, pleasing me to no end. "Baby, I think it's about to come. Don't stop." Her voice quivered, body at the brink. "Please don't stop...steady...steady...OHHH!!!"
With that, her body convulsed with a shattering climax, spasming and jerking as the orgasm possessed her. Her juices squirted into my mouth and on my face, and I dutifully swallowed as much as I could.
Immediately, she pushed me away as her hips shuddered and writhed. She cupped her breasts, squeezing them as she gaped at the ceiling, eyes wide and mouth open.
"Fuck yeah!" John must have been suffering mightily, watching the oral spectacle before him. "Our boy's a cocksucker AND a muffdiver, too! Magnificent!"
"Ah...ah...ah..." Rosemary gasped for air, and for a moment, I thought she was having a heart attack, the spasms were so intense. My eyes never left her face as that few seconds of time stretched out into an eternity. Talk about a Kodak moment!
Then she got still, eyes squeezed tightly shut, shaking as the wave subsided. Finally, she whispered.
"That was good, son...very, very good." She was almost sobbing as she looked down at me, my face still inches from her sopping wet pussy. "But," she managed a smile, "that doesn't mean we shouldn't practice as much as we can." Her eyes conveyed those of a satisfied woman, in turn giving me a warm glow of satisfaction.
"Anytime you want, Mom." I called her by the name she really wanted me to use. I licked my lips, tasting her sex on them. The juices from her ejaculation that I failed to swallow dripped from my chin. She beckoned me.
"Come up here, my beautiful boy."
I slid up until our nude bodies pressed together.
"Kiss me."
Although my face was covered in her heady juices, I obeyed, and our mouths pressed together.
"Mmmm..." Rosemary moaned into my mouth. She pulled back, brushing her lips against my mouth and cheek. "I taste someone familiar."
Then she proceeded to trace her tongue all over my face, anyplace her juices were. She ended up sucking my tongue, relishing her own taste and scent. More kisses, then she whispered in my ear.
"Mama loves to taste herself almost as much as she loves the taste of your come."
Smiling, I rubbed my face against her neck.
The room fell silent, with the exception of our steady breathing. Our bodies melded together, skin on skin. John stretched out beside us, his erection now lazing, semi-tumescent, a glisten of pre-come on the tip.
As all of us rested, I listened to the sounds around me - the rumble of the occasional car passing by outside, the muffled whirr of the air conditioner. Rosemary's tummy grumbled. Sunlight filtered through the drapes, creating sharply-contrasted dancing figures on the walls, the bed, and our coupled bodies. My erection remained, a fact that didn't escape my surrogate mother. I sensed her becoming restless. Her right hand stroked up and down her thigh as her left hand cupped by naked ass. She finally spoke.
"Now it's time to fuck."
I appreciated her directness. I was ready again, of course, as she rolled on her side. She then rose to her knees on the bed.
"Lie down, honey," she instructed, giving me a light smack on the thigh. I sighed as I slid into the warm spot she left for me, my cock bobbing. Rosemary pulled the pillow from beneath my head. "Put this under your ass."
"Okay, what are we doing?" I asked, lifting my body while she slid the pillow underneath. The pillow elevated my hips, making my cock jut out like a flagpole on a hilltop. Of course, that was the pillow's intent. Rosemary's eyes were darting between my face and my cock. They had a hunger in them, like a lioness sizing up her prey. John gazed at us serenely. I noticed his cock had returned to full size.
"You'll find out," she smiled, her hard-tipped breasts pointing at me as she leaned over. "I gotta get more of your cock, and deep."
John rolled over on his side, his own rod pointing at us, drooping toward the bed. Reaching out, he wrapped his hand around my hardness, squeezing it and pulling the skin taut. I shuddered from the pleasure of his touch.
"Time for me to ride," Rosemary smiled.
Straddling my legs, she positioned her downy pussy over my cock. As she lowered herself, her husband began rubbing my purple helmet against her pink wetness, priming the pump, so to speak, as she began to take me inside her body.
"Ohhh!" My mouth fell open with a new surge of ecstasy. Rosemary moved with precision, undulating her sweet, pale ass, lowering herself even more. John released me as her pussy swallowed my cock, the weight of her body resting on my hips.
"That okay?" She asked breathily. I could tell the pleasure was mutual.
Oh my fucking God, are you kidding?
"Oh, Mom," I shuddered, writhing underneath her body. "Don't make me come too soon!"
"What's wrong with that?" She cooed. "I know you can recover, and I get to keep more of your come." She gently moved against me, clenching her buttocks, drawing my hardness deeper inside. "Now let's fuck." A splash of warmth spread over my insides with her last comment. Rosemary meant business.
To my delight, she started moving her ass up and down, her pussy gripping my cock like a velvet hand, with delicious precision. I squeezed her thighs and pushed back, trying to return the pleasure.
Watching the effect she was having on me, Rosemary couldn't help but chuckle. I'm sure she was pleased with herself, being able to make me crazy with lust.
