Jimmy and I held hands as his pickup roared through the pre-dawn blackness. I watched him in the glow from the instruments as he drove. He was an incredibly sexy man in his mid-50s, tall and muscular with long gray hair and a goatee. The memory of his hard cock pressing against my belly as we kissed naked in front of a room full of men had me so hot I wanted him to pull over and take me beside the road.

After seven miles of twisty two-lane mountain road, we abruptly turned off the pavement. The rough gravel road snaked through tall pine trees for over a mile. His "little cabin" was a modern log house with an immense living room / kitchen dominated by a stone fireplace and filled with comfortable masculine furniture and elaborate electronics. There were small bedrooms and a bathroom behind the kitchen.

As I crossed the threshold, I was suddenly dizzy. "Are you all right?" Jimmy asked, reaching out to steady me.

"Wow . . . I'm just really weak and faint . . . fading . . ."

"Here," Jimmy said. "You're just hungry." I was sitting at the dining table, gazing vacantly at a plate. The idea of eating was disgusting, but I took a cautious nibble to please him. Then another. Energy and life were flowing back into my body and I was suddenly ravenous. After several bites, I slowed down enough to notice I was eating a sliced bagel, made into a sandwich with cream cheese and shaved ham. I downed a glass of milk in one gulp and Jimmy went to refill it.

"How teenage!" I thought, giggling to myself as I took another huge bite.

"Dad . . . Uh! . . . Hi . . ." The speaker was a slender boy in his mid-teens with short brown hair and bright blue eyes, dressed only in sweat pants. I'd known he was Jimmy's son even before he spoke. "Hi, I'm John," he said, blushing a bit when he saw the way I was admiring his muscular chest and arms.

Jimmy set a jug of milk and two more bagel sandwiches on the table. We made small talk while we ate.

I stood up after we'd finished eating. John tried not to stare at my revealing blouse and ultra short skirt. "Goodnight Dad . . ." he said. "And Tracy. It was really nice to meet you." I could see his cock stirring through his soft sweat pants. He mumbled another "goodnight," and retreated to his bedroom.

Jimmy took my hand and led me to the master suite at the far end of the living room, switching off the light behind us.

We stopped in the middle of the floor and moved into each other's arms. My body seemed to melt into Jimmy's as we kissed. I was lost in sensations: my firm little breasts and hard nipples pressing into his chest, our bellies flattened together, his penis straining against his pants to press into my crotch, my arms around his back, his hands on my buttocks . . .

As we undressed, I was self-consciously aware of the dried fluids all over my body. I must have been quite a sight for John with my tangled hair and rumpled clothes. "I'm so nasty," I said.

"I know that, Baby Girl," Jimmy said gently. "That's why I brought you home."

I giggled. "No. Not that! . . . Well, yeah, that too . . . but I really want to take a shower . . . to wash the other men off before we . . . f . . . make love."

The bathroom was the size of my bedroom at home, with a big glass shower stall filling one corner. Under the warm mist, Jimmy caressed my body with soap-slick hands . . . back, shoulders, arms, breasts, pebble-hard nipples, buttocks, legs, inner thighs . . . "Fuck me right now!" I gasped.

Jimmy's stiff cock pressed against my hip as he slipped his hand between my legs, exploring my folds. I moaned as his finger slid into my hot wet snatch. His thumb rubbed my clit while he alternated between finger-fucking me deeply and tickling my G-spot. He caught my head to keep it from slamming into the shower wall as I came explosively.

I was dizzily aware of him toweling me dry and carrying me into the bedroom. The nightstand lamp illuminated the bed, leaving the rest of the room in shadow. Jimmy laid me on the edge of the bed and knelt on the floor with his head between my thighs.

Waves of heat washed from my crotch as Jimmy licked up and down my slit. Impatient, I pulled myself open. He slipped his tongue into my pussy and ate me to orgasm. While I was still thrashing and screaming, he sucked my clit and finger-fucked me to an even more intense climax.

He kissed my lips and face tenderly as I lay on the bed, limp and exhausted. I recovered quickly. "Fuck?" I asked hopefully, gazing into Jimmy's warm blue eyes. He pulled me to the center of the bed and moved between my legs. "Oh Fuck!" I moaned as his cock filled me. He knew how I wanted it. "That's right, Cowboy! Ride me hard and fast! Give it to me rough! Don't hold back, you won't hurt me!"

Jimmy drove into me with rapid strokes for several minutes, making me cum over and over. When I finally felt him getting close, I cried, "Baby, I need it! Give it to me now! Hot cowboy cum! Yeah! Shoot it! Oh Fuck!" I came again as his hot juice splashed my pussy walls.

Afterwards, he switched the lamp off, leaving the room bathed in bright moonlight. We lay in each other's arms, not speaking but simply basking in our shared joy. I matched my breathing to his and drifted away in a warm haze . . .

I woke with the alert feeling that told me I'd only been asleep for a few minutes. Jimmy was snoring softly and remained sleeping when I slipped out of his embrace.

Something was wrong. Not with Jimmy, but . . . I stretched elaborately, arching my back and lifting my upper body from the bed, extending my arms, rolling my head . . . I sank back onto the bed, sighed and instantly fell back asleep.

Controlling my breathing, I pressed my hands to my breasts and began kneading my nipples between my thumbs and index fingers. They were already hard. The sensations soon had me gasping. "Boys have wet dreams," I thought. "I wonder if they're like this."

I writhed on the bed, rubbing my breasts, buttocks and the shadowy space between my partially-opened legs.

The moonlight streaming through the window illuminated the bed at a steep angle. I'd twisted into a position where the bright blue light was shining directly onto my pubic mound, making my sparse blonde hair gleam like spun silver.

I ran a finger up and down my slit, feeling the heat and moisture as I teased my lips open. "Fuck!" I whispered as I slipped a finger up my pussy. Keeping my eyes tightly closed, I finger-fucked my snatch and rubbed my clit, pushing myself toward orgasm, totally lost to the outside world . . . carried away by raw female sexuality . . .

My arm flashed into the shadows beside the bed and my fingers closed around a slender wrist. "Caught you!" I whispered triumphantly. "Come on. Let's see you!" I dragged John into the moonlight. He was naked and as beautiful as I'd imagined, with a gigantic hard-on.

Jimmy was still asleep, his cock stirring from a dream ("about me," I hoped).

"Dirty Boy," I said, kissing John briefly, then taking his hand. "Let's go to your room."

In John's bedroom, I stopped and gave him a full-body kiss. The stiff dick rubbing my belly felt exactly like his Dad's. I could see our reflections in the big wall mirror. He was so pretty in the glow from the lamp on the nightstand.

"You're such a sexy boy," I whispered. "How old are you?"

John hesitated, obviously worrying about my reaction. "Seventeen . . . in a few months," he finally admitted.

"That's all right," I answered before kissing him again.

Eventually, I pulled away enough to slip my hands between our bodies. "Naughty Boy," I said, catching his balls in my left hand and squeezing them gently. "You spied on us . . . on Jimmy - your Dad - and me." I gripped his shaft with my right hand and ran my index finger over his cock-head. It was already slick with pre-cum. "You jacked this big thick cock while you watched your father fuck me!"

"You're such a bad boy," I continued. John was gasping as I stroked his cock and played with his balls. "Did you see his dick sliding in and out of my pussy?"

"Yeah!" John whispered.

"Did you shoot?"

"No." His voice was getting ragged.

"Do you want to?" His penis was beginning to throb and I could tell he was only a few strokes away.

"I'd like more than a hand job," he replied.

"Okay," I said, releasing his cock and balls. John reached for me and I stepped away. "Let's take it easy for a minute. I don't want you to shoot too quickly." I sat on the edge of the bed. "Tell me about spying on us." I remembered all my times kneeling in the dark hall outside Mom and Dad's bedroom, masturbating as I watched them having sex.

"Dad brings women home occasionally, but they're usually his age," John said. "With you, I just couldn't help myself. I heard you screaming in the shower but couldn't see much. When Dad put you on the bed, I stood in the shadows and watched him go down, then fuck you."

"I was really beating off," John continued. "My cock was throbbing when you were screaming about him shooting inside you, but I didn't quite cum. When Dad fell asleep and you started masturbating, I had to see better." He paused, then continued thoughtfully, "You trapped me. How did you know I was there?"

"I felt your lust," I answered. "I don't know how it works, but it does. Knowing you were watching in the dark while I beat off really made me hot." John's eyes widened as I opened my legs. "I'm all wet inside," I pulled my pussy lips open,  revealing my hot pink core. "Look at her," I said, spreading even wider. "She needs a man . . . now."

John was frozen, staring at my open snatch, not quite believing what he'd just heard. "Come fuck me," I commanded, lying back on the bed with my legs spread wide open.

He climbed on top of me and we kissed briefly. "Just fuck me," I demanded. "I need your cock in my snatch."

He was lying between my legs and sliding his dick along my slit, clumsily trying to enter my folds.

"Just push in," I said, adjusting my pelvis to accommodate his motions. John had to be a virgin. He had no idea how to fuck a woman. "Here she is, Baby," I whispered, guiding John into position with my hand. "Your cock-head's opening my pussy mouth. Push forward and you'll be inside me."

"Wow!" he marveled. My cunt muscles caressed his head and shaft as he slid his full length into me. "I'm really fucking a girl . . . Oh shit!"

I felt the hot cum pulsing from his penis. John's body was rigid and he looked ready to burst into tears. "I'm so sorry," he said in a voice thick with anger and frustration. "I can't do anything right." His cock softened rapidly. Even my tight vaginal muscles couldn't hold him inside me.

"Baby, it's all right," I cooed, stroking his tense back muscles. "It happens to boys . . . to young men. You were just so stimulated you couldn't hold back." John was starting to relax. "I won't kick you out of bed for not being a perfect lover." I giggled. "It's your bed, anyway." He brightened considerably when I added, "You'll be fine next time."

I reached up and pulled his face to mine. To my surprise, he was a really good kisser - lips, tongue . . . he even knew how noses should go. I melted into the sensations.

John moved on, kissing my face, cheeks, ears . . . continuing down my body. He was kneeling between my legs, already hard again but making no attempt to fuck me. My already-erect nipples grew even bigger and harder as he licked and sucked them expertly.

"Lower," I moaned. John kissed his way down my belly, hesitating just before he reached my vulva. I gripped my knees and pulled them toward my upper body, elevating my pubic area. "Eat me out, Baby."

He remained still, staring at the exposed area between my open thighs. "John, is this your first time?"

He looked away shyly before whispering, "Yes." He was blushing. "I've got a girlfriend, but she hasn't let me go below her waist. She won't play with me down there either, although we've humped through our clothes."

"Don't worry, Baby. You'll be great."

My mound was slick with juices. John licked me, tentatively at first, then enthusiastically. He pulled me open with careful fingers and ran his tongue up and down my vulva. It was exciting, but a bit frustrating. He was ignoring my clit and merely teasing my pussy lips

"Right there," I finally said, pointing to my vagina. "Stick your tongue in there and eat my snatch." I moaned with pleasure as he pushed into me. "Oh John! That's good! Lick me . . . Pull me open wider with your fingers . . . Go as deep as you want . . . Oh! Yes!" He froze when I screamed and my body stiffened.

"Are you all right?"

"Yeah, that was great! You found my G-spot. Keep licking me right where you were."

For a virgin boy, John was giving me great head, making me squirm and moan with his tongue in my pussy. "Fuck John! That's so good!" I gasped. "Now I want something different. Here's my clit. Lick it!"

He was learning fast. I didn't have to tell him to stroke my swollen love bud with his tongue or to clamp it with his lips. And he slipped a finger up my snatch without any prompting, followed by another finger . . . thrusting, curving up to catch my G-spot while he sucked my clit . . . The world got blurry.

"Wow!" I gasped when I'd come back from my orgasm. "That was really good. John, you're a great lover." His expression was amazing. "Is this the first time you've gotten a girl off?" He nodded shyly. "I can tell. You look like God gave you the keys to His Silver Thunderbird." John was positively glowing.

"Roll over onto your back, Naughty Boy." I commanded. "I want to do everything your girlfriend won't do." I licked John's balls and shaft before clamping my lips on his cock-head. He worked his hips, moaning with pleasure as I played with his balls and bobbed over his swollen pecker.

"That's great," he finally gasped, "but I want to fuck you. I think I can do it right this time."

"I'm ready, Baby," I said, straddling his hips and guiding his hot rod into position. "Is this what you want? My pussy mouth pressing down on your cock head? . . . Opening for your big round knob? . . . Your shaft . . . Is my cunt hot, tight and wet enough for you? . . . God! It feels so good riding you!"

John fondled my breasts and buttocks while I bounced on his cock. When I moved too violently and he slipped out of my pussy, John flipped me over onto my back and jammed his swollen pecker between my legs, fiercely driving into me for long minutes, the way his father had done earlier.

"Fuck, Bad Boy! Let me have it!" I finally shouted when I felt him throbbing. "Shoot your cream in my cunt! Yeah, give it to me! Fuck shoot it! . . . Yeah!" We were cumming together.

"You're so good," I whispered. "It's hard to believe I'm your first woman."

"I've seen lots of pictures on the Internet," he answered. "Dad knew I'd find them and explained they're not real. Maybe not, but they showed me how to do things. I learned even more from all the erotic stories I've read on Literotica, especially the ones written by women."

We lay in each other's arms, still making out as the rising sun flooded the room with golden light. "I should get back to Jimmy," I finally said. "Before I go, there's something else your girlfriend won't do. Have you got some lubricant? I want you to fuck my ass."

"Yeah, I've got lube." John sounded a little stunned. "You're sure? I never expected . . ."

"Tracy is sure." Jimmy's voice boomed from the hall. He stepped into the room, naked, with his penis magnificently swollen.

"I'm sorry, Jimmy," I began. "Things just happened and . . . how long have you been here?"

"I saw John eating you out and fucking you," he answered. "I never expected to watch my son lose his cherry." He grinned. "Now, I'm going to see him fuck your ass."

As Jimmy stood beside the bed, I moved onto hands and knees with John kneeling behind me. He spent a long time licking my buttocks before transferring his attention to the ultra-sensitive spot between my snatch and asshole.

I moaned and squirmed with pleasure as John worked his tongue in my anus. If I'd touched my clit, I would have cum instantly. When he inserted a lubricated finger, I went over the edge.

"Fuck, Naughty Baby Boy!" I gasped after my paroxysm had passed. "Give me your cock. Fuck my ass while your Dad jacks off and watches."

"Watch this, Jimmy," I whispered as John readied himself behind me. "Watch your son fuck his first female ass." John was still working his fingers inside my butt, skillfully relaxing and lubricating me. I wondered how a virgin boy had gotten so good at that.

"Yeah, John!" I continued. "Press your big round knob against my rosebud. Stretch her open. Oh Fuck! That feels so good!" He was pushing forward until my anal muscles resisted, then gently backing off to let me relax.

"Oh Jimmy!" I cried. "Your son's cock-head is inside my asshole and he's putting it . . . Oh Fuck! . . . That's good! . . . All the way in!" John pushed forward a half-dozen times, stretching and filling me further with each gentle thrust.

"Jimmy, your son's balls are pressed against my butt cheeks," I finally announced. "His cock's all the way up my ass. You've never even been there, although you had your chance at the bar."

"What?" John asked, staring at his father.

"I'll tell you later," Jimmy answered quickly. He was still standing beside the bed. His left thumb and index finger circled the base of his cock while his remaining fingers gripped his balls. The fingers of his right hand played over his cock-head and shaft as he watched me take John's cherry.

"John, don't worry about being too gentle . . . Yeah! That's good! Drive it in hard, I like it that way!" John was a great ass-fucker, hammering me fiercely, pulling out until his tip barely kissed my rosebud, then slamming his entire length up my butt. He also paced himself, fucking me for long minutes . . .

"Jimmy, he's making me cum again!" I finally screamed. John was pumping me hard and fast, pushing rapidly toward his own orgasm.

"Fuck John! Fuck me!" I shouted. "Slam that big cock into my asshole. Cum in my butt." I had two fingers in my pussy clawing my G-spot while my thumb stroked my clit. I was cumming continuously. "Oh Yeah John shoot it up my ass! Fuck shoot it! So hot, so good . . . fill my ass!"

"Dad, I'm shooting up Tracy's butt!" John gasped as he rammed my ass, squirting more juice inside me with each thrust.

Jimmy's left hand was squeezing his nuts and gripping the base of his cock. His head and shaft were gleaming with lubricant beneath his flying right fist. "Cum for me Cowboy!" I moaned. "Spray my face and hair."

Jerking off frantically, Jimmy positioned his pulsing cock inches from my nose. "Ready for a hot load, Baby Girl?" he demanded.

"Oh yeah! Spray your cum in my face!" I was still having continuous orgasms, although their intensity diminished when John pulled out of my asshole. "Please! Spew that hot man stuff!"

"I'm not going to shoot in your face," Jimmy said, suddenly flipping me onto my back and lifting my legs. "You're getting it in the butt, Baby Girl!" His fat cock-head was already opening my rosebud. I screamed as he drove his hot rod all the way up my asshole.

Even without masturbating, I continued cumming harder than ever as Jimmy plunged between my buttocks.

"Yeah Dad! Fuck her!" John cried. "She's got a wonderful ass!" His cock was as hard as if he'd never cum. He squirted lube onto the palm of his hand and stroked his erection. "Fuck her tight ass!" he growled, moving behind Jimmy.

Jimmy was taking me with long steady strokes. He stopped for a moment, with his cock fully up my butt. "Yeah John!" he gasped. "Fuck yeah!" He resumed driving into my asshole, even harder than before. "Oh John, fuck me while I ram Tracy's sweet hot butt . . ."

After a few more thrusts, he whispered, "John's shooting his load in my ass!" and came explosively.

Spent, we all collapsed on John's bed. I fell asleep within seconds. When I woke up, I was in the center of Jimmy's bed. Heavy curtains were drawn against the brilliant day and the room was cool and dark. Jimmy and John were asleep on either side of me, both gently snoring.

I looked dreamily at the clock. 11:00 AM. Sunday. I'd been asleep for about five hours. It seemed like an eternity since last night. I closed my eyes again.

"It's time to wake up." It was John's voice. He was standing naked beside the bed. His soft penis stirred when he saw me admiring it. "It's after 1:00 PM and Dad's got breakfast ready."

I checked my cell phone after our luxurious nude breakfast. There were no messages, so I called Nancy. "I'm still with Matthew - Count de la Ron," she purred. "He just offered to make me Duchess of Grand Fenwick."

We giggled at that. "I've got some interesting stories," I said, "but I want to tell you in private."

We spent a minute on business. The band wasn't leaving Helena until Monday morning. Nancy and I decided we'd all meet at the Imperial-Orpheus Bar at sunset to pack the equipment and load the trailer.

"I'll call the others," Nancy volunteered. "In a little while." She giggled suddenly. "Matt, you bad boy, you know if you do that I'll . . . Tracy, I've got to go."

"Have fun, Baby. We'll talk later." I closed the phone and dropped it into my purse.

Jimmy, John and I all fit nicely into the oversized master shower. The warm water and soapy hands on shoulders, backs, hips, breasts, buttocks, cocks, balls, and my pussy was so erotic.

I was standing between the men with a hard penis in each hand. "This is so wild! I've got my super-sexy Cowboy and his son. John, you look like Jimmy when he was my age." It felt like the water dancing on my heated body was turning to steam as my lovers stroked my breasts and buttocks.

Falling to my knees, I pulled the men together and took both stiff members into my mouth. My mouth was stretched almost painfully wide, but sucking the twin cocks was making me incredibly horny.

"Somebody fuck me," I commanded, pulling away from the men and leaning against the shower wall with my legs open. Without a word, Jimmy moved into position. "Jesus Fuck, Cowboy!" I gasped as he slid his cock smoothly into my pussy.

Jimmy fucked me for several minutes with a steady relaxed rhythm, gradually pushing me to a screaming climax. He held me to keep me from collapsing on the floor. "Son, it's your turn," he said when I'd recovered enough to stand unassisted.

John screwed me hard and fast, fucking through my first orgasm and making me cum even harder.

After that, I got on my hands and knees and the men took turns fucking me from behind.

"It's not fair!" I said as we were all drying off. "I've cum a bunch of times and you guys haven't shot once."

"I don't mind," John answered.

"We're saving it," Jimmy added.

"When did you guys start this father / son thing?" I asked. We were sitting in a rough circle on the bedroom floor, touching knees. "I could tell last night wasn't your first time."

"It was after Mom and Dad divorced," John said. "His girlfriend Vickie moved in shortly after my 15th birthday. One night, I downloaded a bunch of extra-hot photos from the Internet. I was sitting naked in front of the computer, stroking my hard cock while staring at pictures of men and women fucking, when I heard Vickie screaming from the other end of the house.

The men hadn't touched their dicks, but they were both rock-hard. "I slipped through the dark living room," he continued. "The bedroom door was open and the lights were on, so I could see everything while being almost invisible.

"Vickie was leaning back in the big easy chair. Dad was kneeling on the floor with his face between her open legs. They were both naked. Vickie was squeezing her big tits and pinching her nipples. I'd seen swollen nipples on the Internet, but hers were thicker and longer than any of the pictures I'd seen.

"'Oh Fuck Jimmy!' Vickie cried. 'You eat me so good! I'm cumming again!' My hand was flying over my hard cock. The pressure in my nuts reached the bursting point while I watched Dad keep her screaming and thrashing. I cupped my hand over my cock-head, catching my jets of hot juice. When I finally finished, I licked the cum from my hand. It tasted even better than usual.

"When Dad stood up, I couldn't believe the size of his boner. 'You made me cum Naughty Jim,' she whispered. 'Now I'm going to suck your dick.' Vickie licked Dad's balls and finally sucked them both into her mouth. I hadn't realized someone could do that. She licked up his shaft, then he grabbed her head and held her in place while he rammed his cock into her mouth.

"I thought, 'He's fucking her face.' I'd read that expression in stories, but it was finally real. Dad was working his hips, driving his swollen cock between Vickie's lips and down her throat.

"Dad finally gasped 'That's good, but I'm going to shoot somewhere else.' Vickie lay on her back a few feet from the bedroom door. I was five feet away and nearly invisible, watching Dad push his dick into her tight pussy.

"I could see Vickie's big cunt lips clutching Dad's shaft as he slid in and out of her hot snatch. I was jacking off in time with his thrusts and I was almost ready to shoot. Somehow, I knew he was, too.

"'Fuck my tits, Naughty Jim!' Vickie begged. He pulled out of her pussy and crouched over her chest. She pressed her breasts together, trapping Dad's cock. 'That's good,' Vickie gasped. 'Your hot head and shaft slick with my honey and your pre-cum, throbbing as you fuck between my big boobs! . . . Shoot it Baby! Shoot it now!'

"I was frantically beating my meat, feeling the cum boiling in my balls.

"'Here's my load Baby!' Dad gasped. 'Right between your big beautiful tits!' Thick cream sprayed from his cock-head, jet after jet, as he continued fucking Vickie's chest. A wave of pleasure washed over my body, almost knocking me off my feet, as the jizz fountained from my cock and splashed on the living room floor.

"Dad kissed Vickie for a long time. Afterwards, he licked her chest clean. I got all horny again thinking how he liked eating his cum, just like I did.

"Vickie and Dad kissed for a while longer, then she said, 'I want a snack.' Dad said something I couldn't hear. "Dirty boy!" she answered, giggling.

"I ran back to my bedroom and turned off the lights. There was nothing I could do about the cum I'd sprayed. The living room floor had roughly-finished dark red tile and I hoped the dried fluid wouldn't be too noticeable."

John and Jimmy's untouched cocks had stayed rock-hard through John's story. I was keenly aware of my swollen nipples and wet pussy. I really wanted to get fucked, but something was making me prolong the sexual tension. "So what happened after that?" I asked.

"After that night, I watched Dad and Vickie every chance I got," John answered. "I felt real guilty, and tried not to watch, but I couldn't resist. They always did it for a long time and I'd shoot over and over. Then Vickie got a job in New York."

Jimmy picked up the story. "After Vickie left, I picked up a few women, but I spent a lot of nights masturbating. I'd never considered myself totally heterosexual and I suddenly found myself thinking more about my desires for other men.

"I already had a few straight DVDs. I added some gay ones to my collection. I always got off while watching the men on the screen sucking and fucking.

"One night, I was kneeling on the floor watching one of my favorite gay scenes. It's a high school wood shop. A dozen naked students are bent over their work benches. The teacher is walking around, fucking faces and butts at random. It ends with the dean ramming his cock up the teacher's ass while the students shower them with cum.

"I'd been playing with my balls and stroking my dick. As I watched the dean coming up behind the teacher, I lubricated my 8" cock and balls dildo and set it on the floor, pointing up.

"The TV was next to the open door. I don't know why I never close it. As I watched the dean easing his cock into the teacher's butt on the screen, I was lowering my asshole onto the oversized dildo, having to work it in and out for a bit, but taking it fairly easily.

"There was a dramatic pause in the video - 30 seconds of near-silence. The sound of ragged breathing was coming from the dark living room. 'John!' I cried. 'I hear you! Come in here right now!'

"When John stepped into the room, I stared at him in disbelief for long seconds. When had the little boy I'd raised turned into this unbelievably sexy young man with an amazing boner?

"I was still working my butt, dildo-fucking my asshole while running lubricated hands over my cock and balls. 'Jack off for me, John,' I commanded. I let the dildo slip out of my ass. John and I knelt on the floor, about a foot apart, watching each other beat his swollen pecker, unconsciously synchronizing our strokes, exploding almost simultaneously, splashing each other with jets of hot juice."

My fingers were wrapped around John's and Jimmy's stiff cocks while their hands were on my thighs and breasts. "That was a romantic beginning," I commented. "Did you suspect John was watching?"

"Maybe a little," Jimmy answered. I saw John's dried cum on the living room tile after that night with Vickie, but I thought the dog might have done it." He paused thoughtfully. "I guess I leave the door open because I'm a sort of exhibitionist. Not as much as you, though," he added, looking straight at me.

"So, what did you do after that first time?" I hastily asked John.

"Well, for the next two weeks we pretended it never happened," he answered. "Dad even kept the bedroom door closed. Then one night, I heard the TV. The door was open. I watched him from the dark living room for a few minutes, then stepped into the bedroom."

"I was kneeling on the floor in front of the door, stroking my cock," Jimmy said. "John came in and we stared at each other for a few seconds. He sank to his knees in front of me and I wrapped my lubricated fingers around his stiff pole. I only jacked him off for a minute before he shot his load so hard it splashed my chest. Then, John beat me off."

"We spent a lot of nights together after that," Jimmy continued. "We'd lie in bed watching porn, sometimes gay but usually straight, and jack each other off. We graduated to sucking and eventually fucking. I was afraid of hurting John, so I had him fuck me first."

I was so hot! My body was screaming to be fucked, in the pussy and asshole, right now! Still, I managed to hold back.

"Play for me," I commanded. "Pretend I'm not here and just do it like you're alone." I stood up and moved a few feet away.

Jimmy sat in the easy chair beside the bed with his legs spread and his stiff cock pointing upwards. "Come here, son," he said. "Suck your old man." His head was shiny with pre-cum and the fluid was running down his shaft onto his balls.

John sank to his knees between Jimmy's open thighs and stroked his father's bulging balls with his flat tongue. "Yeah John," Jimmy gasped. "Lick my nuts. Suck up all that hot juice leaking from my cock!"

As I watched intently, John slowly licked his way up Jimmy's shaft, finally taking the swollen head in his mouth. "You're such a good cocksucker!" Jimmy exclaimed as John's head bobbed over his crotch. "I'll blow my load if you do that much longer."

John pulled away, although he continued slowly stroking Jimmy's shaft and fondling his balls. "I love sucking you off," he said, "but I want more from your cock today." He looked up at me and grinned. "Tracy wants more of a show, too."

"And we'll give her one," Jimmy agreed. "Stand up, John." He curled his left hand around John's testicles, squeezing them gently while slowly stroking his son's thick shaft with his right hand.

John gasped with pleasure as Jimmy manipulated his cock, rapidly rubbing his corneal ring with his thumb and index finger. "God Dad!" he exclaimed. "Stop! I'm getting too close!" His penis was throbbing violently.

"Too late!" Jimmy replied, working his flying fingers even faster. "Shoot for me son! Shoot it now!" Long ropes of cum burst from John's cock-head, splashing Jimmy's chest and crotch with a half-dozen pulses before slowing to a trickle.

John fell to his knees, cleaning the juice from Jimmy's body while Jimmy licked John's cum from his own hands.

Afterwards, they moved to the bed. John lay on his back and Jimmy moved into his arms. I had a finger up my pussy, languidly stroking my G-spot. My first mini-orgasm came as I watched them kiss open-mouthed. Jimmy and John were both such good kissers! I came again fantasizing about their dancing tongues.

"Fuck me, Dad!" John whispered. Jimmy removed a tube of lubricant from the nightstand drawer while John pulled his knees against his chest, elevating his butt. "Yeah . . . that's good," he said as Jimmy slid a lubricated finger into his anus. "I'm ready! Give it to me!"

Jimmy had already greased his cock. "My boy's got such a sweet hot ass," he whispered as he pressed his knob against John's rosebud.

"Fuck!" John gasped as his father's swollen tool slid into his butt. "So good . . . Fuck me hard, Dad!" Jimmy gripped John's ankles, spreading the boy's legs wide and lifting his buttocks even higher. "Fuuuuuukkkkkk!" John moaned. His legs and ass rocked in time with Jimmy's pistoning cock.

I was kneeling on the edge of the bed with two fingers up my steaming snatch, alternately thrusting into my depths and clawing my G-spot while my other hand jacked my clit.

Jimmy was driving into John's ass, pulling out until his head was barely kissing John's rosebud, then slamming forward with bed-shaking violence, over and over in a smooth continuous motion. John's hand was on his own cock, stroking it in time with Jimmy's thrusts. I was cumming hard now, dizzily thinking of old steam engines as I stared at the father-son fuck machine.

John was moaning constantly and his cock was throbbing. "Jesus!" he cried as his cum sprayed over his belly and chest. A second later, Jimmy pulled out and shot his own load on John's cock and balls.

Suddenly exhausted from my long orgasm, I swayed dizzily. Jimmy caught my shoulders, keeping me from falling backwards. "Wow!" I whispered as he laid me in the center of the bed. I was no longer touching myself, but I came again when he kissed me tenderly.

Jimmy and John lay on either side of me. I closed my eyes and drifted away on the sensations of two male bodies pressed against mine with their softened penises brushing my thighs, their hands resting on my belly and touching my shoulders, their breath warm on my cheeks and ears . . .

After a long dreamy time, I felt the fire returning to my loins. The men sensed this and began kissing me - ears, cheeks, forehead, eyelids, throat, breasts, swollen nipples . . . my juices were trickling steadily between my buttocks and the air was sharp with the smell of my steaming cunt.

Father and son glanced at each other. "You," Jimmy said. He straddled my body, rubbing his cock-head over my breasts and against my nipples while John opened my thighs and slid his tongue into my overheated snatch.

He teased me this time, probing my pussy depths with tongue and finger, licking between my buttocks, kissing my mound and nibbling on my outer lips . . . avoiding my cunt-lips, G-spot and clitoris . . . building my lust while denying any chance of release.

"God! Yes!" I cried when John lifted my legs and pressed against my pussy mouth. "Oh please oh yes oh fuck me Dirty Boy, give me your big cock!" He was still teasing, sliding in slowly, rocking back and forth, taking me a fraction of an inch at a time like I was a nervous virgin, holding my hips to prevent me from thrusting onto him.

I was jacking Jimmy's cock as he played with my breasts. "Your son's fucking me," I said, gazing into his brilliant blue eyes. "He's pushing his cock up my tight little . . . so slowly . . . so . . . Oh!" I screamed as John rammed his full length into my hot snatch.

"Oh God! Oh Fuck!" I cried as John thrust roughly into me, quickly driving me to a spectacular orgasm.

"No!" I cried in surprise and disappointment when John pulled out as soon as my climax had passed.

"Don't worry, Baby Girl," Jimmy growled, positioning me on all fours and moving behind me. "We've got lots more." His tongue pressed against my rosebud, teasing it open. I pushed back, moaning with pleasure, as he ate my ass and finger-fucked my pussy.

"All right," he finally said, pulling his face away from my crack. "We're going to play 'Back Door Man.' You like that, Blues Girl?"

"Fuck Yeah Cowboy!" I moaned. "Come in my back door!" His cock slid smoothly up my tight little asshole.

"Stop!" I cried after Jimmy had butt-fucked me for several minutes, pushing me close to orgasm. "I want to do something different."

Jimmy lay on his back and I moved over him in crab position (supporting myself on hands and feet, facing upward) and spiked my asshole on his stiff dick.

I was facing away from Jimmy and my spread legs pulled my snatch wide open. John's cock was rock hard as he stared up my exposed pink tunnel. "Yeah Dirty Boy!" I whispered. "That's for you. Fuck me while I ride your Cowboy Dad's cock!"

John kissed me briefly before sliding his stiff prick into my pussy. "You're so hot and tight!" he gasped.

We settled into a complex coordinated motion. Jimmy gripped my waist while John fondled my breasts and hard nipples. I worked my pelvis in time with the thrusting cocks, caressing them with my anal and vaginal muscles. I'd been double-fucked before, but this position was stimulating me in a new way. It was amazing to bend forward and watch the cocks and balls rubbing together as the men thrust into my twin holes.

"Fuck!" I shouted. "This is so good, your big fat cocks fucking my pussy and asshole!" My screams grew louder and longer as the men increased their tempo.

Jimmy was throbbing as he slammed into my butt. "Yeah Cowboy! Come in my back door!" I cried. "Fuck yeah! Shoot it . . . shoot your fucking cock up my ass. Oh!"

I started cumming as I felt the warm jets splashing my anal walls. Jimmy's hands around my waist held me upright as I screamed and thrashed. John hammered me relentlessly, quickly sending his own load pulsing into my cunt and driving me to an even more intense orgasm.

We finally collapsed onto the bed. I remember lying between Jimmy and John with their hands on my body.

Suddenly, it was late afternoon. Exhausted from all the activity, we'd slept for nearly four hours. I just had time for a shower and quick kisses before Jimmy drove me back to the Imperial-Orpheus.

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Copyright © 2005 by Ken James

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, organizations, and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, locales, organizations, or events is entirely coincidental.

Many thanks to Wayde for his constant love and support.

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