The warm water washing down my body felt refreshing, as the body fluids of Lisa’s parents washed down the drain. More so than my body, I needed to clear my mind. In six months, Lisa had never mentioned a brother! My sore ass objected. I should find it more worrisome that I had been bred by my girlfriend’s father and had fucked her mother’s ass than the revelation of a sibling.
I stepped out of the shower and caught a glimpse of my ass in the mirror. It was still burning red from Lloyd groping me. I was pleased by the round, almost feminine curve to my bottom.
“Yeah, I’d fuck me too,” I thought to myself.
Lisa lay naked on the bed and smiled as I entered the room.
“Did you get all my little brothers and sisters off yourself, or should I say ‘out’ of yourself?” she asked with a giggle.
“Mostly,” I replied.
“Seeing Dad hammer away at you like that, bulging your belly, made me so hot! I came so hard!”
I lay down next to her, and she started caressing my stomach.
“I bet there’s still a few of my siblings swimming around there,” she whispered.
Her hand found my cock, and she was pleased to see that it was already showing signs of coming alive.
“Are you going to fuck him again before we leave?”
She straddled me, rubbing her slit on my cock.
Was I going to fuck him again? I had been aching for his cock ever since he had pulled out of me, leaving me a panting mess on the kitchen floor. The feeling of being treated like a ragdoll under complete control of the giant man, who could do anything to me, sent blood rushing to my cock. I could be his fuck-toy on demand.
“Can I watch you again?” She moaned as she slid herself onto my cock and started rocking back and forth.
“Can I watch as Daddy spreads your ass and make you his whore? As he penetrates you, tearing your ass?”
She picked up her pace, riding me harder.
“Can I watch him lift you up in his strong arms and impale your ass? Your cock dancing, flopping, and dripping with pre-cum? Can I watch your eyes roll to the back of your head as you shoot your load all over the floor?”
She slammed her pussy down on me and furiously rode my cock.
“Can I watch…” she moaned, “…watch him drop you to the floor…OH, FUCK! I’m gonna cum! OH! FUUUCK! TAKE MY DADDY’S CUM DOWN YOUR THROAT!” she yelled as she sprayed my cock with her cum.
I shot my load into her, thinking of swallowing her dad’s thick, rich sperm.
“Fuck yeah, he’s going to fuck me again. And again,” I said in a big moan.
Lisa unmounted me, spun herself around, and placed her pussy right on my face. Her juices mixed with my cum poured out of her, and I drank willingly from her snatch.
***
Getting out of the shower a third time in a day, I found Lisa sitting on the toilet, her urine splashing into the bowl. She had never been shy about using the bathroom, and many of our conversations at home occurred with her sitting on the toilet with the door wide open. This even happened when we had friends over.
“So…how come you never mentioned your brother?” I asked her.
“Clyde? He’s such a striver!” she complained. “He never has time for anyone but himself, and he’s trying to achieve whatever goals he thinks Dad has dreamt out for him. Nothing is ever good enough for him.”
I saw sincere sorrow on her face.
“He thinks I’m a slacker who’s had everything too easy. He’s just so uptight! We didn’t part on the best terms last time I saw him, and I haven’t spoken to him in eight or nine months.”
“Yet you seem eager to see him again?”
“He’s my brother, and he wasn’t always like this. We were close growing up…” She sighed and continued, “He just changed somewhere along the way. I know deep inside he’s still my playful, loving brother.”
She reached for a wipe.
“Don’t know why I bother,” she giggled, “I’m just constantly wet down there these days! Fuck this pussy of mine!”
“I just did,” I reminded her.
***
We spent the afternoon hanging out with her parents in the garden. No one spoke of what had happened earlier in the day, but it had nothing to do with awkwardness. The Simones seemed to live by the proverb, “A family who shares is a family that cares.” Shannon demonstrated this by removing what little garments she wore right in front of me and jumping into their spacious pool.
“Come join me, Lisa!” she yelled, and her daughter followed suit.
There was no shyness between them.
Lloyd sat beside me with a few beers, watching the two women swimming in the inviting water. He handed me a bottle, took a sip, and paused briefly.
“You must be doing something right, kid,” he said. “It’s been a long time since I’ve seen her this happy. She’s such a free spirit, and you’re obviously man enough to give her the freedom she needs to thrive.”
“She’s taught me a lot about expanding my boundaries and setting my spirit free,” I replied.
“Yeah, she’s good at that,” the big man deliberated.
He gazed at the pool again, shielding his eyes from the sun with his giant hand.
“So, you’re not going to ask?”
I found myself distracted, half-way into a vision of his strong arms lifting me up and impaling me on his cock.
“Huh?” I replied.
“Have I fucked Lisa?” he predicted my question. “No, we’re not incestuous by any means. Turns out she’s just a bit of a voyeur. She enjoys watching her mother and I fuck. It started when she was just shy of her nineteenth birthday. She walked in on us fucking right here in the garden, but instead of freaking out, she sat right there, in the same chair you’re sitting, watching us. Nudity was never an issue in this house, and we’ve all embraced the natural comfort of each other’s skin. We didn’t notice her at all until we finished up, by which point she was pleasuring herself into an orgasm.”
He finished his bottle in a big gulp.
“Were we surprised or shocked?” he pondered. “No, but we were more impressed by her composed reaction and ease in the situation.”
He grinned.
“Shannon wants to fuck you again before you guys leave.”
The girls came out of the water and dried off. Shannon bent down to dry off her legs, giving me a great view of her round ass and pussy. Lisa sat astride me, planting a big kiss on my lips.
“Enjoying the view, lover?” she wondered as she smiled.
“Very much so.”
They hurriedly got dressed, and we all headed inside. Clyde would be home any minute, and there seemed to be an agreement that he wouldn’t be as comfortable with the nudity as the women of the household.
“I wish he’d unwind and find some peace,” Shannon sighed.
There was a rustle at the front door, and Shannon quickly made her way to greet her son as he came home. Lisa withdrew to the kitchen, and I followed.
“You ok, babe?” I asked her.
She found a stool at the breakfast bar and sank.
“I don’t know. I’m glad he’s here.” She hesitated. “But things just got so ugly the last time we spoke.”
I embraced her, and she briefly smiled, but her expression quickly changed. She seemed guarded, almost defensive.
“Hey, C,” she said, her voice turning cold.
I turned around and saw a young black man in his early twenties. His smooth, bald scalp contrasted with his dark skin, giving him a distinctive appearance. Despite his slender build, his movements gave off a sense of strength and grace. He carried himself with confidence, his posture upright and self-assured. His dark eyes radiated determination and ambition yet also revealed a hint of emptiness and despondency. He would have been stunningly beautiful if not for the sorrow etched on his face.
He replied with a simple “Hey.”
The dialogue died, and a feeling of discomfort rose.
“Here, let me help you take your bags to your room.” Lloyd sensed the tension and thought it better to separate his children for now.
Lisa looked at me with despair.
“I need to get out of here. I can’t deal with him or this whole thing right now.”
“Sure!” I said. “I’ll just grab the car keys, and we can leave.”
“No, it’s ok. I’ll hook up with the gang down at the bar. I’ll probably get a few of the guys to fuck me, perhaps ridding me of this tension.”
It wasn’t the first time she’d taken to that form of physical therapy, and it wouldn’t be the last, but it always seemed to work for her.
I smiled, kissed her, and whispered, “Stay safe!”
***
After finishing another one of her fabulous meals, I helped Shannon clear the last plates off the table. With Lisa gone, she was even more flirtatious towards me. She’d flaunt her body, caress my chest, stealing little kisses. Finally, she pressed me up against the kitchen counter, kissed me and put my hand underneath her dress and onto her wet slit.
“Tomorrow morning, you’re going to fuck this cunt, so you better get some rest tonight!”
I was starting to love my in-laws.
I headed out into the garden where Lloyd and Clyde were sitting. The two men sat in silence, occasionally sipping their beer.
Their dark silhouettes etched against the shimmering canvas of the night sky. One man, towering in his presence, commanded attention even in the sparse lighting. He seemed to cast a shadow that stretched far beyond the glimmering pool. Even in this light, his features were discernible, chiselled and defined.
The slender figure beside him starkly contrasted with the bulk of his companion. His silhouette was more delicate, almost transcendent against the night sky. His bald head gleamed softly in the moonlight, erasing the troubled lines that were so obvious earlier.
Their size and stature differences were evident as they sat side by side, yet they seemed to complement each other.
“Oh, hey there, Alex!” the large man greeted. “Let me grab you a beer!”
I sat down next to Clyde, who hadn’t spoken much to me throughout the evening.
“You ok, buddy?” I asked him.
“Yeah, just tired, man,” he replied.
Silence fell upon the night again.
Clyde closed his eyes and gently massaged the base of his nose and the corners of his eyes between his thumb and index finger. His brow furrowed, bringing back the sensation of sorrow.
“Sorry, man,” he said, “I’m off to bed.”
I watched his slender, elegant figure return inside through the garden door as my phone buzzed in my pocket. I opened the message on my phone and saw a photo of Lisa smiling brightly while sipping a large drink. She was sitting on the lap of a handsome black man.
“Good for you!” I thought to myself.
Lloyd returned not much later with a six-pack of beers and an apologetic expression on his face.
“Sorry, kid. I had to refill the fridge. Clyde gone to bed?”
I nodded.
“I’m sorry twice, then. I don’t know what’s gotten into him. He’s so intent on achieving some greater goal only he can see.”
We finished our beers in silence. Then my phone buzzed again.
It was Lisa in what appeared to be a bathroom stall, with a massive smile on her face licking a big black cock.
I smiled to myself, and Lloyd noticed.
“What’s up?”
“Just Lisa’s having a good time.”
He nodded and smiled. He put his hand on my thigh.
“I enjoyed that ass of yours earlier.”
I trembled at his touch. His strong hand on my thigh, shifting a little closer to my crotch.
“You’re not the first boyfriend Lisa’s brought into this house,” he said, “But you’re the first sitting in our garden enjoying a beer with me after fucking my wife. Lisa loves sharing, but not everyone’s been too comfortable about being shared. Too many guys have left her because of their insecurities.”
He looked at me and said, “Don’t become one of them. We like you.”
Another buzz.
Not a selfie this time. A bathroom stall, door wide open. The legs of what appeared to be a tall, black man sticking out between Lisa’s legs as she impaled herself on his big shaft. She looked straight into the camera with a big smile on her face.
Clearly, she had given her phone to one of her friends with specific instructions on what to do.
I loved seeing Lisa get fucked just as much as I loved fucking her. My cock started to press against the fabric of my shorts.
I looked over at the imposing man sitting next to me. His bare arms glistened in the moonlight.
“Something wrong?” he asked me as he caught me staring.
“Nothing,” I sighed, wanting him to wrestle me to the ground, tear my shorts off and force himself into my needy boy-pussy.
We grabbed another beer.
The next buzz delivered a series of pictures. Lisa was straddled a big black cock on top of a pool table; by the looks of it, the same guy whose cock she was riding in the bathroom stall earlier. A young, blonde guy, possibly in his late teens, was penetrating her ass. An older, hairy guy with an impressive beer gut was shoving his fat, hairy cock into her mouth. She didn’t pay attention to the camera anymore.
“I need to…” I started, then hesitated.
“What’s that, Alex?”
I chugged the rest of my beer.
“I need to suck your cock. Please. Sir.”
“Sir? I like that. I never intended to stop you, kid.”
I positioned my phone on the table before us and pressed record. Then, I positioned myself between his legs. I tugged at his shorts, and he helped me remove them. He spread his legs, giving me free access to his manhood.
The weight of his limp cock lay heavy on my hand as I lifted the sleeping snake. I licked at his pee-hole and around the massive head. He moaned as I grabbed his balls and massaged them, feeling the massiveness of his testicles. I licked along the long shaft, down his balls and into his rectum. He shifted, pushing himself further to the edge of his seat to give me better access, and I lapped at his ass while stroking his growing shaft. The girth of his cock was terrifying and wildly arousing.
I worked my way back up, made a feeble attempt to suck his ball into my mouth, then worked my way back to the massive head. I needed to feel him in my mouth but wasn’t even sure I could fit the enormous head. I opened my mouth as wide as I could and pushed the massive head past my lips until it hit the back of my mouth. I used both hands to stroke his rod, and I could feel the rush of blood pulsating through his cock and enlarging the massive head in my mouth even further.
I released him from my mouth, shifted over a bit to position myself better, and then wrapped my mouth around him again. I pressed my head against his cock and felt it poking at the top of my throat. I was starting to drool, wetting his enormous shaft, a flow of saliva running down his balls and dripping down to the patio floor.
“Oh, yeah,” he moaned.
I almost gagged as I tried to force him past my uvula, then released him slightly before jamming my head down on him again, taking slightly more of him down my throat.
“Easy, boy…don’t hurt yourself,” he panted, “Let me help you a little.”
Much to my disappointment, he withdrew from my mouth, but only to get up from the chair so I could get a better angle to work from.
I placed my hands on the giant’s hips and locked my mouth around his cock again. Stretching my throat upward to meet his cock eased him in. I could feel my throat bulging as I forced his throbbing member deeper inside me.
“Oh, shit! That is SO FUCKING TIGHT!” he groaned.
I was unable to breathe as his immense shaft blocked my airways; the feeling of suffocating made my balls clench, and my rock-hard cock threatened to rip my shorts.
I gasped for air as he pulled his cock out of me. It was covered in my spit, and I was drooling down my chest.
“Oh, fuck! Get it back in there! Fuck my throat!”
He grabbed the back of my head and slowly forced his cock back down my throat. I pulled my cock out of my shorts and started stroking myself, my hand wet with my pre-cum and spit.
“UNGH!” he moaned as his balls hit my chin, and he started taking long, deep strokes to my throat.
He pulled out, and as I was gasping for air and coughing slime, he got a troubled look on his face.
“Sorry, I got carried away!”
“Sorry?” I thought, having never been this turned on before.
I pushed him back in his chair and straddled him. My ass pressed against his massive tip, forcing him inside me. The sensation of being split open and the pain of feeling my sphincter being torn to pieces was no match for my raging lust. I slammed my ass down on him, and with a third thrust, I had all his massiveness buried deep inside me.
I started riding him hard, my cock slapping against his rock-hard abs as his cock threatened to burst through my belly.
Lloyd started panting harder.
“OH YEAH! FUCK THAT COCK, BABY! FUCK THAT COCK!”
“Yes, Sir!” I moaned loudly.
He grabbed my hips and started thrusting hard into me as I felt my lower back spasm, my nuts cracking, and the release of a flood of cum shooting up from my balls. I watched as my cock shot wave after wave of spunk over my girlfriend’s father’s abs and chest.
“YEAH! COVER ME WITH THE CUM OF YOUR BOY-CLIT!” he groaned.
I collapsed on top of him, drained and exhausted, but he wasn’t even close to finished. He lifted me and spun me around, hooked his arms under my knees and impaled my boy pussy. He positioned me right in front of…
