WTF?! What THE Fuck?! WHAT?! THE?! FUCK?!
I was now the meat in a father-son incest sandwich! Coach and Tyler started moaning and their dicks turned to iron in my jerking hands. My own cock was achingly hard in my panties and I moaned along with them due to the forbidden nature of this sex scene where I was literally the man in the middle. I opened my eyes and saw that Miguel was sitting on the loveseat stroking his cock through his panties as he watched with wide eyes the slow-motion train wreck unfolding before him. The Johnson boys turned more towards me as we continued to make out. I felt their hands move from stroking my thighs to stroking each other’s thighs. Then their hands moved higher as father and son felt up each other’s torsos as our tongues continued to duel voraciously. Something told me that this was not the first time Tyler and his dad had been intimate. Coach then broke off the kiss.
“Let’s spit roast this bitch.” With a yank on my leash, Coach pulled me to the coffee table and got me up on my hands and knees. Tyler grabbed my head and had me lick the underside of his rigid pole while Coach pulled down my panties and lubed his cock behind me. Miguel kept watching as I was about to become the meat in a sissy bitch sandwich. The Johnson boys started to feed me cock from both ends as I moaned at the thought of being skewered fore and aft on twenty inches of hard cock!
Tyler was holding onto my head as he started to use my throat, plunging a little deeper down my throat on each stroke until I was gagging and drooling with by nose bumping into his pubes. Coach was gripping my hips as he corkscrewed his way inside me until he worked the genetic twin of the cock in my throat all the way up my ass. They set up a slow rhythm withdrawing from my throat and well-used ass at the same time and then plunging back in to the hilt simultaneously. The moaning, squelching, groaning, choking sounds of man on sissy sex echoed through the living room.
“Break time is over, Michelle. Get your sweet ass over here.” Through the corner of my eye, I saw Miguel totter over to us on his heels until he stood at my side. In the mirror over the couch, I saw Coach grab his leash, pulling him in by his pink sissy collar to deep kiss the cross-dressed janitor. The volume of the moans in the room increased as Tyler joined in the action and Miguel was now locked in a hot three-way incestuous kiss with father and son. Miguel reached into his panties and started to jerk his own cock as the cocks in my throat and colon started to plunge faster and harder. I was a drooling mess on the bottom of a sissy on man on sissy on father on son pyramid of homosexual depravity!
Miguel came first, moaning his orgasm into the two studs’ mouths which set off the cocks inside me, blasting their loads so deep down my throat and up my ass that it felt like their genetic material was intermingling inside me. The depravity of the scene and being surrounded by orgasming men sent me over the edge and I shot a huge sticky load into my pretty panties.
After everyone caught their breath and disentangled, Miguel and I were dismissed for the evening and we went into the bedroom and helped each other out of our sissy outfits. We didn’t even look at each other as we left, each lost in our own thoughts. As soon as I got home I hit the shower. I scrubbed down but soon was jerking off with a fistful of bodywash to the memory of being spit roasted by father and son while Miguel made out with them and also my incestuous makeout session with father and son on the sofa. It didn’t take long for me to shoot a big load on the tiled wall.
I slipped into a clean pair of pink panties and zoned out in front of the tube with a well-earned beer, sitting on my sore ass in just my pink nylon panties with my feet on the coffee table. I found myself staring at my cocksucker red painted toes as I brought the beer to my lips and sucked on it with my fingernails painted the same cocksucker red. I wasn’t thinking, just numbly staring off into space while the disembodied TV audience laughed at whatever was on the tube.
Maybe the cosmic joke was on me…
I went to bed a while later and passed out into a blissful sleep. I found myself dreaming of Miguel. I moaned as he was stroking my butt in my panties and my dick swelled in my pretty pink panties.
“Chreesie…wake up, Chreesie…” Huh? I wasn’t dreaming. Miguel was standing over me and rubbing my pantied ass as I lay on my belly with my morning wood pressed into my mattress. Oh, right. He was supposed to come by in the mornings before work for us to blow each other. I glanced bleary eyed at the clock. 5:33 AM! I rolled over and he stroked my cock through my panties. “Mmm…Morning, Miguel…” I smiled.
“Buenos Dias, Chreesie…” Fuck. That accent again. “Pretty peenk panties.” He smiled back at me . Miguel leaned down and kissed me. Then he took my hand and put it on his hard rod tenting his uniform pants. I stroked him as he broke the kiss and stood up. Miguel pulled my head to his crotch and humped my sleepy face as he moved back. I slid out of my bed onto my knees and looked up at him in the pre-dawn light. He looked very masculine in his well-worn dark blue janitor’s uniform, keys on his belt, a matching baseball cap with his name on it, his long black hair in a ponytail and shitkicker work boots that had seen better days. He pulled something out of his pocket.
“For you, Chreesie…” Pop! I knew what it was. Cocksucker red lipstick. He took hold of my jaw and smeared it across my bottom lip. I obligingly pressed my lips together for him. He smiled down, “Preetty…” He put the lipstick on my nightstand. I knew what he wanted and what our roles were. Miguel was the man here and I was just a panty wearing sissy cocksucker.
I unbuckled his belt and undid his pants, pulling them down. I noted that my red fingernails now matched my lips. I was greeted with a tented pair of classic fruit of the loom white briefs. I looked up at him and pulled the waistband down under his balls. I started to pump his uncut cock, which was a new experience for me. Miguel put his hand on the back of my head and drew me close.
“Suck eet, Chreesie…” I parted my cocksucker red lips and took his head inside. I swirled my tongue around the sensitive head and was rewarded with a moan from my little Latino lover. His cock was silky smooth in my mouth and I really gave Miguel the best blowjob I could manage. I slowly worked down to the root with my tongue massaging the underside of his manly tasting cock. I could smell the soap on his balls when my nose hit his pubes and I played with his nice sized balls gently. “Si, Chreeesssieee…” he moaned, loving my blow job almost as much as I was loving his accent. With my other hand I reached around to knead his sweet bubble butt, eliciting another moan. Then I went into overdrive, bobbing my head faster and faster, sucking with hollow cheeks, lapping his shaft like a St. Bernard on peanut butter.
All too soon he grabbed my head and mashed my nose into his pubes as his cock shot jets of man cream down my throat and he grunted in orgasmic pleasure. I moaned too as his orgasm triggered my own and I made a sticky mess of my pretty pink panties. As he softened, I sucked as much sperm out of his cock as I could, savoring Miguel’s manly taste on my tastebuds.
After we separated, Miguel smiled down at me and I smiled up at him. With surprising strength, he reached down, picked me up and put me back into my bed. He tucked me in and gave me a kiss on the forehead.
“Sweet dreams, Chreesie…” Miguel smiled and left. I hugged my pillow and nodded off to sweet sissy dreams about my sexy little janitor.
To be continued…
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