Clay looked down in drunken amazement as Gale’s husband gave a master class in cocksucking.
“Is he as good as me,” Gail asked Clay?
She stood next to Clay with her arm around his waist, French kissing him as they watched her husband suck Clay’s cock.
“I don’t recall,” Clay leered, fueled by alcohol courage, “give me a demonstration.”
Gail smiled, knelt beside her husband, and nudged him with her elbow.
“Move over, John.”
“Dear, could I lick his cum from your pussy while you suck off your cousin?”
“Whatcha think, Clay?
“Sure,” Clay said with inebriated magnanimity, ” let the little guy clean you up.”
Gale pulled her dress off and tossed it on the ground. Her corpulent body gleamed with sweat. Her humongous jugs swayed as she sank to her knees and took her cousin’s cock in her mouth.
Thirty feet away on the other side of the barn, their relatives ate and drank, but they were uncaring of discovery. Nor did they realize in their altered state that a subtle change had occurred. Clay was now in charge of Gale’s pussy, and her husband needed permission to eat it.
John lay on his back and slipped between his wife’s legs. He pulled her hips down and slurped Clay’s cum from her pussy. He pulled his cock out and masturbated as he drank their essence.
Clay looked at them, bemused as his hips pumped fucking Gale’s mouth. She groaned when he grabbed one large brown nipple and pulled it.
“YES! Make me feel pain!”
There was little chance of him cumming so soon after fucking Gale, but a good blowjob is always acceptable.
” I want you to cum in my mouth,” Gail simpered, staring up at Clay.
“Can I finish sucking that beautiful cock after cleaning you, Dear?”
Clay and Gale allowed it. John and Gail passed Clay’s cock back and forth between them, savoring the kinkiness of the moment. When he ultimately came, they shared his seed. John filled his belly with the cum of his cuckold and the father of his son.
Chapter 03
What the Hell was that about, Clay thought?
Despite his hangover, he got a chubby as he recalled Aaron, his college roommate, who was the last guy to suck his cock.
He and Aaron had a small off-campus apartment. After a night of binge drinking, drugs, and girlfriend swapping, they were barely coherent watching the women 69ing. Unbidden, Aaron took Clay’s cock in his mouth and began sucking him.
Bemused, Clay watched his naked roomie bob on his tool. Periodically he would slap his plump behind to urge him on.
“Why don’t you guys try 69ing like we are,” said one of the women. Her face gleamed with a combination of sweat and pussy juice.
Clay was never sure which one said it. The drugs had him out of his body. Nothing seemed real. It was like watching a porn movie. He slid down in the bed, and Aaron climbed on top. It was a first for both of them.
Clay recalled his roomie’s cock was small enough for him to inhale it, taking the head down his throat. He remembered looking up at Aaron’s anus flexing as he hungrily sucked Clay’s cock. Clay pushed his finger into his starfish and finger fucked his roomie’s ass.
“Fuck, yeah,” Aaron exclaimed, his ass cheeks clenching and driving back to bury his friend’s finger even deeper in his bowels.
“You like that, bitch,” Clay said, momentarily stopping his cocksucking.
“Dear God, yes! Don’t stop!”
As Clay pumped his index finger in Aaron’s ass, he discovered his prostate and began stroking it.
Aaron came explosively, nearly drowning Clay in his cum. It bubbled out of Clay’s mouth and ran down his cheeks to his neck.
They turned on their sides, still sucking their now soft cocks, enjoying the feel. They caressed each other’s asses as they tried to get hard again. Try as he could, Clay couldn’t get Aaron hard again or cum himself.
Again one of the women offered a solution. They were naked, embracing and kissing as they watched the show.
“Fuck him and get off that way.”
“No way,” Aaron said, rolling off his roomie and lying on his belly.
“Nice ass, homie!”
Clay stroked his friend’s chubby ass, admiring its plumpness.
Aaron’s girlfriend crawled over to him and also stroked his sweating ass. “You like me fingering your ass! Imagine how something bigger would feel.”
As she spoke, she eased her finger into his ass, rediscovered his prostate, and stroked it. The effect was electric! Aaron moaned, thrust his fat butt into the air, and ground his cock against the mattress.
She leered at Clay and his girlfriend watching the show. She beckoned for him to take her place.
Sober, it would never have happened. Until tonight, they were both straight.
However, Clay crawled over, and his finger replaced the woman in his roommate’s ass. He found the pebble of his prostate gland and again massaged it. Aaron went crazy, humping his rump to get Clay’s finger deeper.
Drunkenly grinning and with the naked women urging him on, Clay climbed on top of his friend, positioned his cock at his winking starfish, and thrust in.
Aaron screamed and shrank away. He clawed at the sheet, pulling it loose from the mattress.
“NO! Please, no,” he wailed, trying to crawl from under Clay. “Don’t fuck me!”
However, his roommate was a man-possessed. He gripped Aaron’s hips, yanked him to his knees, and pounded his asshole.
“That’s right! Fuck that bitch!”
Clay grinned at the two women urging him on and redoubled his efforts. His back undulated as he assfucked his roommate for the first time. Even high out of his mind, he loved the tightness of his ass and how his anal rings flexed around his cock. It was a new feeling for Clay, one he would never get enough of.
Aaron’s screams of pain gradually turned to mewls of pleasure. Instead of struggling to escape, he rocked back, slamming his ass against his roommate’s invading cock.
“You like that, bitch,” Clay said, slapping Aaron’s ass and leaving a red handprint.
“You know I do,” he whimpered.
When they came, it was epic! Aaron squirted a stream that soaked the mattress while Clay’s ejaculate squirted around his cock in Aaron’s anus, coating his ass.
The following morning, the four of them woke up in bed together, their bodies sticky with body fluids. They were sated, soberer, and embarrassed at the previous night’s excesses.
However, from that night on, Clay and his roomie were gender fluid with each other, fucking and sucking on a regular basis. Even now, some ten years later, when they were married with families and careers, they occasionally hooked up.
He called Aaron when Clay and his wife decided to separate. Aaron made excuses to his wife about sudden important business and met Clay at a motel. It was like old times, sucking and fucking all night.
Chapter 04
Clay’s only regret about sex with Gale behind the barn was that he hadn’t fucked her husband. He tried, but he was too drunk to get hard enough to get it in.
But it could not be Gale in his bed. She left with her husband and her brood, both of them promising to see more of him. The figure in his bed sat up in the darkness.
Well, whoever she is, I’ve got her out of here.
Clay stepped back into his bedroom, flipped on the light, and slapped the intruder on her jiggly ass.
“Look! You need to…! MOM! What the Hell are you doing in my bed?”
The room swam disturbingly when Anne Johnson turned her head toward the voice. She had trouble focusing on the naked man standing next to the bed. She blinked several times, staring at a cock inches from her face. Gradually the figure resolved.
“Clay! What the Hell! Why are you in my bedroom naked?”
A vignette played back in her mind. She was in an Uber. Her sister made her and Clay take an Uber because they were too drunk to drive. Someone was nuzzling her neck. She was making out with her 30-year-old son in the back of an Uber! Sweet Jesus!
“Mom, it’s my bedroom!”
Anne glanced around myopically, careful to minimize the movement of her throbbing head. She was naked in her son’s bedroom. There was a dull ache between her legs. She flinched as her hand brushed her sore nipples!
Dear God, she thought, tell me I didn’t fuck my son!
Before seeking an answer to her question, she needed to empty her bladder and gulp as many aspirins as possible. She stood, holding her throbbing head in her hand.
A thin liquid oozed from her pussy and streamed down her thighs. Anne glanced down dumbly.
What the fuck?
She captured some of the liquid on a finger. Slowly she brought it to her nose and inhaled the musky odor of a man’s sperm. Then, tentatively, she touched her tongue to the finger. No doubt about it! She had fucked and been cummed in multiple times. Her pussy overflowed with sperm. An alarm, muffled by her hangover, sounded in her head.
She conceived and quickly dismissed a series of possible explanations. Her husband had not returned and fucked her; they hadn’t had sex in months. Besides, he was away on that fucking hunting trip! She had begun to suspect more was happening than just the frequent outings with his friends.
An image of Al, her sister’s husband, popped into her mind. No, not him! He did get a little handsy. She recalled swatting his hand away playfully when he squeezed her butt at the barbecue. If the truth were told, she enjoyed the attention. However, she would never fuck her sister’s husband.
She looked at her son standing by the bed. Bile rushed from her belly into her throat, gagging her, and she swallowed hard.
Dear God, no! I didn’t…!
She brushed past him into the bathroom and squatted on the toilet. Clay followed her; however, her aching bladder overcame her modesty.
There was a pronounced sting in her pussy as she peed. A glob of a white substance dripped from her pussy and splashed into the toilet. Her eyes widened at the implications of having several loads of cum in her unprotected cunt.
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