I pulled into our driveway, my body still burning from the amazing sex I just had at the Waller’s house. My pussy and ass had been positively pounded, stuffed, and soaked. I could not be happier. I bundled against the cold and grabbed the gifts from Jen and family for my dad and bros.
She had given me the gift of one explosive mouth-induced cum that literally made my knees buckle. I would’ve stayed for more, but my own family duties called me away.
As the only female of the Tyrell household, I felt the responsibility to serve my men as best I could. They loved and respected me in return and loved me in ways that never should have been offered, but could never be rescinded.
My father Jaime (Jimmy), my older brothers DeVon, and Dayton have all fucked me, sucked me, and made love to me over the past three years.
My two aunties, Dora and Serena, (Dad’s sisters) had initiated me into the world of masturbation right after my 16th birthday; five years after my mother had passed from cancer. They explained it was a family tradition and their own mother, my grandma Hatti, had done the same for each of them. In perverted logic it seemed natural now for me to have sex with every member of my immediate family.
Tonight was special because DeVon was arriving home for the Christmas holidays by himself! His wife and two kids were coming in two days, giving us plenty of time to get reacquainted. His wife still did not know about our special family secret. Wink!
Christmas was only five days away, but tonight was traditionally when we really unwrapped things so to speak.
I headed to my room. My Salvadoran dad was reading in his recliner. At sixty-two he was still fit. His mom was Salvadoran and his dad was black Dominican but he never knew him. So my papi always claimed his Salvadoran heritage most prominently. He was raised by his stepdad, Papa T, a black American from Florida.
My “Papi caliente” was five ten, sporting a gorgeous seven-inch cock that I just could not get enough of ever since I turned seventeen.
“Ola Papi!”
“Hey, honey bunny. How were the white fuckers tonight?”
“Father dear, I’ve asked you politely to not call them that. Even though that’s what they are. I told you when everything went down that I wanted to keep those two worlds separate as best I could. They really love me and -“
He laughed a big hearty, dad, laugh, “I know that Mia! I’m just teasing you.”
“And Jen sent gifts for all three of you.” I placed the decorated bags under the tree. Then I gave the old fart a kiss on the cheek.
“She’s a fine lady. So are you.” He gripped my boob and I squealed. “Now, get your ass up to the shower. You smell like cum!”
I blew a raspberry at him and bounced up the stairs. I knew he was teasing, but still… I didn’t want him disrespecting three people I loved dearly.
My brother Dayton, the only one to cross over with me to two fuck families, was out with his white blonde girlfriend, Sabrina he Bitch. He could not seem to dump her despite everything I warned him about her. He was due back soon; hopefully not making me wait too long.
I was quickly naked and in the shower. The warm water soothed my slightly sore muscles. I had had another DP with Nathan and his dad Steve. It was right after Nate had fucked his dad in the ass, while his mom Jennifer, and I did a 69. I love that family.
I thoroughly scrubbed my voluptuous body and long hair. I felt it appropriate to wash off the sweat and cum of the Waller family and clean out my pussy and ass before we had the Tyrell Traditional Christmas Fuck Night.
Yes, I am a freak and before I am judged too harshly, there really is no limit to how much sex I can take. That is something to celebrate!
I mouthwashed then brushed destroying the last remnants of my earlier escapades. After drying off and treating my hair I went for my closet. I was soon decked out in my hot red lingerie covered by a sweet green shiny dress I’d purchased just for the occasion. Even my boyfriend, Nate, had not seen it but would later this week when I had Christmas Eve at his house. That is if the dress survived tonight. The fun part for Nate will be finding out that his mom, my bi lover, had actually picked it out for me and helped me try it on at the store. That ended in some cunt munch that nearly got us kicked out of Macy’s.
I applied a very light amount of makeup, I never wear much, popped on sweet red heels, and I was ready to go. Perfect timing as I heard the front door open and the muffled voices of my dad greeting my oldest brother. My stomach flipped, and I got tingly in all the right places. One last look in the mirror to make sure my nipples were pointing exactly where they needed to and off I ran. I trotted down the steps as quickly as my heels would allow, my hair bouncing behind me like a horse’s tail. My six-foot tall, broad-shouldered former football player brother was just removing his coat and handing it to my handsome father. He turned just in time to take me in his arms.
The embrace was tight and immediately involved grinding, his hands going right to my ass, which was fine with me. Mine were on his neck and hair, and our lips were locked in a passionate tongue wrestle. The moans from each of us sounded with the satisfaction of finally seeing each other after almost eight months. We pulled away, and I smiled my sexiest smile, and licked his nose. A strange thing he liked to have done.
“Hey there, Big Brother. It’s been too fucking long.”
“I’m sorry, Bun! I have a different life now and getting away isn’t… You’re right it’s been too fucking long. So let’s fuck long tonight!”
The booming voice of Jaime Tyrell brought us back. “All right you fuck birds hold on! You know this has to last the night. We have to eat first and your brother isn’t due back for another twenty minutes. Bunny, come to the kitchen and help me. Dee, take your suitcase up to your bedroom. Andele!”
We knew better than to argue with the old man! We separated with one more kiss, mutual ass squeezes, and then I sighed at the smell of him. Dayton had a sexier body, but what DeVon could do with his mouth rivaled mommy Jennifer. Mm mm mmm!
The kitchen tasks were not too difficult as my dad had been working on the meal all day. It was his traditional carne guisada with delicious Christmas spiced fried yuca. My favorite, his spicy pupusas (stuffed flatbread) only needed me to apply toppings and they were ready to be popped in the oven. I was the one who usually made these and had already prepared the dough last night before I went to Nate‘s house for an all-night fuck fest.
“Papi, looks like you’ve already done everything. There’s nothing left for me to do.”
“Oh yes, there is.” I turned and saw he had unzipped his pants. The beautiful brown and purple cock that made me was pulsing and prepped. I smiled and sighed deeply. I never got tired of seeing it.
“Papi! What about the ‘wait until everybody’s together rule’?” I asked as I sultrily walked toward him.
“We’ll let that slide just this once. Your ‘daddy’ hasn’t had your lips in three days and that ain’t right, Mia.” He gestured for me to take hold, and I gladly obeyed.
I did not want to mess up my dress, so I hiked it up to my waist exposing my red panties as I knelt down in front of my father. It always took two hands to wrap around his thick, gorgeous cock with the slight left curve I didn’t waste any time, I slid my tongue around the huge knob then sucked in as much as I could. Past experience told me that I needed to go slow to adjust to his thickness.
Of the three gorgeous black men in my family, my father had the thickest cock of them all. Dayton was longer and DeVon’s took a long time to get off, which had its advantages.
I moaned as I held the side of the countertop for steadying. Papi knew better than to hold my hair after it had been done. There might be time for that later. He held my shoulders and encouraged a faster speed. I was already familiar with his likes and dislikes. I was able to get half into my mouth before I gagged. I knew I would get it all in before the night was over.
For now, this was a perfect thing to be having in the kitchen: an appetizer.
My father’s hairy balls hung low just outside of his zipper. I tickled them with my manicured fingers, and he chuckled softly. I knew just how to get him going. His shaft was soaking wet and my fingers easily slid up and down stroking and squeezing.
At nineteen, it was remarkable that my sex drive was as strong as it was. I had already had four orgasms today, been fucked in all three holes, and still wanted more. And my father gave it to me.
I humped, licked, and sucked on this gorgeous piece of masculine artwork. And he grunted and groaned through all of it. His hips were pumping his cock into my mouth with a fabulous samba sway. Papi loved his dancing. Deeper and deeper he plunged as I did my jaw trick Nathan calls “the viper.” If I angled my forehead down and pulled my chin into my neck, there was a direct tunnel down my throat. I can take almost any cock to the base and still be able to tongue them. In all of my years, this trick has worked for all but one cock, Dayton’s; he was just too long.
“Oh, Honey Bunny! Nobody sucks like you do! Oh, you are the best. Nghh! Carina, he’s gonna blow very soon! Holy fuck!”
And blow he did. Not only had I not sucked him off or fucked him in three days, it was obvious he had not even pleasured himself. The sheer volume was epic. Nate was by far the biggest shooter I’ve ever been with, but my father was a close second. I pulled it to the middle of my mouth, so my tongue tasted his bittersweet salted love taffy as it flowed into me and down my throat. Humming and slurping and loving every moment, I let some drip out on the floor; luckily it missed my new dress. After several thrusts into me, he pulled out and held out to the island to steady himself. I ran my finger across my chin collecting the last of his incestuous offering and stood up. He was gasping a little bit because of his age, but still a damn sexy man.
“Beso. Tanya Rita!” he grunted.
The kiss was hot and did not require mistletoe.
****
Dinner was amazing as always and garnered plenty of leftovers. We had a pact to not discuss sex nor engage in any sexual activities during Christmas dinner. (I sneakily ran a bare foot up DeVon’s leg and Papi slapped it down.) After we had cleaned up, we all went into the living room.
Papi took out the candle for our Mama and we turned off all of the lights. As we sat in its glow, we sang her favorite Christmas songs; Papi accompanied on his guitar.
Next was the traditional after-dinner toast to her and all of our past relations. I was underaged by American rules but had been drinking chicha at Christmas since I was sixteen.
Now to the main event!
We had some weird traditions, yes, but they were ours and no one, not even Nate knew precisely what they entailed. My father and brothers always drew straws. The longest went first; the middle, second, the smallest, last. This year the order was DeVon, Dayton, then Dad. The bonus was that they were all in the room watching the others use me and love me. As soon as they came, the other would take over.
We often used Papi’s room for the large bed, but this year I asked for the living room. “I want to be by the tree!” My men all laughed, knowing Bunny always got her way. It was my pussy after all.
I was so happy when DeVon drew first. We had not been together for months and I was aching to feel him in me. All of my cocks, Nate, Steve, Nate’s roommate Robbie, my dad, and my brothers all had unique characteristics that hit me in different spots. DeVon was a G spot slayer and could last for a long time. I chuckled when Dayton said he won’t be fucking me for another hour. “As damn slow as he is! Can’t he just get it in there and get it done?!”
“Hey! He can take as long as he needs.” I chastised. “With that attitude, you might not get any!”
Papi shook his head and DeVon laughed. “She got you, bro!”
I took his hands and had him stand with me. We hugged tightly like before and he grabbed my ample ass as I massaged his beefy shoulders. The kisses were more like mouth wrestling. He soon had my dress up and was on my thong-split cheeks, his massive hands covering them completely. I heard Dayton groan, and his fly zipping down. Papi just sat in his chair nursing a pilsner. He had the kitchen treat earlier and I knew he needed recovery time.
DeVon was now on my neck, and I was on his belt and zipper. He slid the straps of my dress down and I sighed when he took hold of my right breast. His pants hit the floor, and his boxer briefs almost made noise struggling to contain him. I ran my hand up and down his prize, sighing at the grandeur. He took in my nipple in with a wet suck.
“Mmm, Dee! Yes please!”
I went to tiptoe to get more of my tit in his hot mouth as he tossed my bra to his brother.
Dayton grumbled, “Ass…” DeVon laughed into my boob and the vibration made me giggle
He had two long strong fingers inside my useless thong and was massaging my already swollen lips. I almost came when he swirled around my clit with his wet digits while sliding the flimsy red thing down my legs
I wanted him to finger me, but I wanted to edge as long as possible. I broke away and stepped out of my dress. I stood there in my hot heels letting my men worship me with their eyes. I did a slow turn as I folded my dress and then bent at the waist to lay it on the couch, my sodden slit staring at my father. I then dropped to my knees, tugging DeVon’s strained underwear the rest of the way as I sank. Before they passed his feet I had my brother in my mouth.
There is veracity behind the legend of black dick. Not only the majestic sizes but the texture and flavor. I have had seven in my short but active three years of fucking and none of them dissuaded the legend. I have to say, this one was the best tasting. I am sure of it. This fourth annual Fuck Night with the three greatest men made it easy to compare on the spot.
DeVon was about eight inches and as thick as a can of soda. His purple-black head was huge, and I sighed as my tongue lapped his frenulum. He grunted taking hold of my ears, avoiding my hair. Like my dad, he knew better. As he held firm I welcomed him in with solid suction pausing at an inch past the head. My one hand held his firm asscheek while the other rotated around the base. He moaned and hissed and we made the hot sultry eye contact of family sin as I sucked harder.
Dayton asked, “She doin’ the thing?”
DeVon nodded, “Yes she is!”
“The thing” consisted of me tilting my head as my tongue swirled a full sweep of the ridge of his nob. He shook his head smiling. They both loved it! My dad called it my magic move. The head tilt allowed me to circle fully around without pulling the tip out of the back of my throat, where it’s snuggly lodged. This simple movement was the easiest way to get my brothers to fully commit to a sweet throat fuck. Even early on in my blowjob days, I found my love of sloppy cocksucking. Every dick was different, but the universal theme was always tighter is better.
I adjusted my body so I was fully on my knees, allowing my ass to stick out, presenting my sweet booty crack. Dayton could not help but smack my cheeks. Truth be told it was what I was hoping for when I made the move.
“Our sweet sister is a super slut!” He laughed.
“That she is- ungh. He fuck yes, Bun- that she is,“ his brother agreed.
The impact of the wide hand across my ample ass caused me to gush even more, and even I could smell the intensity of my need. I wiggled in a teasing manner, hoping Dayton might break the rules and begin to play “plunge the pussy!” It worked perfectly. Pulling my outer lips from my inner he slid a finger up and down. DeVon was now firmly pushing in and out of my throat and I was drooling buckets. He admonished his brother. “Hey, wait your turn!“
I laughed and the vibrations caused DeVon to groan and fuck me faster. The…
