The Sex Crystals Pt. 08

Literotic asexstories – The Sex Crystals Pt. 08 by NottaMerican,NottaMerican This follows on from the previous chapter. In this chapter, Josh, who fell in love quicker than lightning, is going to really get to know his girlfriend’s family, whether he wants to or not. Spoiler Alert: he does!

This story contains: incest, bi-sexual male sex, group sex, mind control and some straightforward no-nonsense fucking. I know this isn’t everyone’s cup of hot beverage of choice so I’m giving you plenty of warning now in order that you don’t moan at me later if anything upsets you.

All characters have already been met, so you know they’re all 18 or older, but – just in case – I wanted to make that clear. All sex in this story is consensual, if possibly reluctant

at times. Whatever. This introduction to what is supposed to be a fun story has gone on long enough so – read on, if you will! I hope you enjoy it. Feel free to tell me if not. I promise not to cry. Much.

Aimee pulled Josh over to the bed. There were, of course, no clothes to get in the way – they had long been discarded. She lay down on the top of the covers and pulled Josh over her.

“Fuck being cute and sexy,” she told him. “Fuck being a croquette or a coquette or whatever the fucking thing was. Fuck being slow or any of that shit. Just come here and stick your dick in me.”

Josh was horrified. “No,” he practically shouted.

“What?”

“I said no,” Josh repeated. “Listen, babe – I love you. I know we’ve only known each other for a few hours, but I do and that means I’m not going to just fuck you like that. Ever.”

“But I want you to fuck me.”

“And I will,” he reassured her. “But not just in the ‘stick my dick in’ kind of way!”

“I don’t understand…”

Josh didn’t reply with words. Instead, he slid down her body, kissing her, lightly, across the breasts, her nipples, her stomach. He caressed his lips across the tops of her thighs and, slowly, made his way inside. He kissed her mound and then, slowly – ever so slowly – dropped his head between her legs and licked her inner sanctum.

“Oh, fuck,” Aimee gasped. She loved this. She’d first had it done to her in the farmhouse and had promised herself that no guy would fuck her until he’d licked her. That promise lasted all of a few hours before she happily fucked Bill the pick-up truck guy without his mouth getting close to her pussy.

Her brother and her father, on the other hand, were only too happy to feast on the juices that sloughed from her pussy when she was being eaten out before they fucked her. Both had claimed it was a nectar they couldn’t live without. If that was true, then her mother produced a similar kind of nectar, as the two of them happily drank the juices from her as well.

Josh was having a wonderful time. He had been pushed into pussy licking by an old girlfriend, Lizzie, who claimed she had been saving her virginity for marriage, but had ultimately decided not to wait that long and given herself up long before getting that ring on her finger.

The fact that it hadn’t been given to Josh had been hurtful. The fact that it had been whilst she was dating Josh and still telling him she was waiting for marriage weeks after giving herself up hurt more.

Still, every silver lining and all that; pussy licking was fucking fantastic! There was a taste – a tang. Josh couldn’t quite put his finger on it for a moment, until he realised what it was. Cum. Robbie’s cum, that he had deposited inside his sister just a few minutes before.

It wasn’t disgusting. It didn’t make him sick. It wouldn’t kill him. And, in fact, it tasted quite nice in its own way, Josh decided. Suddenly on a mission, like a predatory animal, he hunted down every bit of Robbie’s cum he could find until it was either gone or out of his reach.

Now, sated in some intangible way, Josh went back to the matter at hand – pleasing his girlfriends’ pussy with his tongue.

Josh loved pussy licking and the two girlfriends between that little slut, Lizzie and now certainly seemed to love it as well. Aimee’s gasps, moans and uncontrollable thrashing about on the bed seemed to suggest that she was happy customer number four.

She was, and then some. Her father had more skill at pussy licking than Robbie (a secret that even the threat of dismemberment wouldn’t have dragged from her lips), but Robbie was more enthusiastic and his tongue was longer and could reach places other tongues couldn’t reach.

Josh, on the other hand, was methodical – almost scientific – in his approach, but in a way that sent her over the edge. She’d read about different techniques and had even managed to put a couple into practice when she had begun eating out her mother a week or so ago.

She’d read about writing the alphabet with your tongue – that was supposed to be a guaranteed orgasm. She’d read about changing speed or direction. The compass points was another she’d tried but found lacking in intensity.

Aimee didn’t know which method Josh was using – or even if there was a method at all – but the results spoke for themselves. She was being taken to a plane she had never before reached from such an act. She came, twice, almost without realising it. Josh (and Robbie who, by this point, was standing in the doorway, admiring his friends’ performance) certainly realised it.

“Oh, shit! Oh, fuck! Oh, wow! Oh, fuck, yeah! Yeah! Yes! Shit, fuck, yes! Oh, fucking god! Yes! Fucking yes! There! Right there! Oh, SHIT!!! FUCK!!!” That was the first one, followed just moments later by “oh, fuck! Oh, god! There! Again! Yes! Shit! Fuck! Yes! Oh, shit! Oh, fuck!! Oh, fucking hell, yes! Oh, god! Do it! Yes! There! Right! Fucking! THERE! Oh! Oh! OH! SHITFUCKTWATBALLS!!! AHHHH!”

Slowly, Aimee came down from whatever plane she was currently flying on and returned to earth. She grabbed Josh under the shoulders and hauled him up her body. “Come here, you fucking beautiful fuck,” she growled. “Come up here and fucking kiss me, now!”

Josh went, if only to prevent her ripping his arms out of their sockets. A brief flash of him, with his arms ripped away, his shoulder stumps bleeding, profusely, in a fountain like that victim of The Bride in Kill Bill vol.1 rushed through his head and he only just managed to avoid giggling.

He kissed her, desperately. She wanted to kiss him and he wanted to kiss her because she wanted to kiss him. Aimee tasted her pussy on his mouth, on his tongue. She’d tasted it before, of course, but it was so much nicer on him.

One advantage to his face being on a level with hers was that – being almost the same height – his pelvis was also roughly on a level with hers. She stopped kissing him for a moment and stared into his eyes. She nodded, once.

He nodded back and then rolled his hips a little and slid, deliciously, inside her.

“Oh, fuck,” the two of them groaned together. They kissed again.

“Fuck, baby,” Aimee said. “You’re in me! At last! That’s it! That’s where you belong! In me! Now, fucking fuck me!”

Josh slid back, slowly and then slowly forward again. Aimee’s eyes rolled back into her head, her mouth opened slightly and she moaned, “oh, fuck!”

“You like that, baby,” he asked.

“Oh, fuck, yeah,” she groaned as he slowly moved in and out of her. Her love of this slow, sensual sex lasted all of twenty seconds before she pulled herself together and stared him in the eyes. “Now,” she said, “I’m not going to fucking break! Fucking fuck me, I said!”

Josh slid, slowly, out of her again and she prepared to get really pissed off.

Aimee opened her mouth to say…something, but whatever it was died on her lips as Josh slammed into her. “Oh, FUCK! Shit! Yes!”

Josh went in and out like a jackhammer, now. “Oh, fuck, yes,” Aimee screamed. “Faster! Harder! Deeper!” Josh moved faster. Josh thrust harder. Josh went deeper. Aimee squealed. “Fuck, yes! Fuck, yes! Fuck, yes! Fuck, yes! Fuck, yes! Fuck, yes! Fuck, YESSS!”

“Fucking you, baby,” Josh cried out. “Fucking you like you begged me to!”

“Shit! Fuck! Yes! Baby! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck me! Yes! Oh, fuck! I’m.. oh, shit! Ahhh” She shivered beneath him as she came, gasping his name into his ear; “Josh, oh, god, Josh! Shit, Josh! Josh! Baby! Josh! I love you, baby! Josh! Oh, god!”

Josh gasped as well. “Fuck, baby! Fuck, I love you! Oh, god! Oh, shit! Oh, fuck! Gonna cum! I’m gonna fucking cum!”

“Yes! Yes, baby! Do it! Cum in me! Make me yours! Fucking cum! I’m gonna cum again! Any moment! Cumming! Cumming! Cum….oh FUUUCK!”

“FUUUCK,” Josh roared with her and blasted his cum inside her. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”

The two of them came down from their respective highs. Aimee moaned and groaned, whilst Josh simply gasped to get his breath back.

Finally, Aimee was able to talk. “Fuck! Fuck, baby! I love you! I love you in me! You feel so fucking good in me!” She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him tightly against her. “This is where you belong, baby! Right here! Right in me!” She kissed him, passionately, before continuing, “I don’t care who else you fuck – or where else your cock goes to play! At the end of the day, you belong in me! Promise me!” She was intent, now. “Promise me! You’ll always belong here! In me!”

“I promise,” Josh replied and kissed her again. “But there’ll be no playing,” he continued. “I’m home, forever.”

She looked at him, askance. “Of course there’ll be playing,” she said. “I told you that. I’ll be playing! With Rob. With mum. With dad. With you. With…well, I don’t know if with anyone else. Maybe. But, whoever gets inside me doesn’t matter. I don’t want it to matter. Because, at the end of the day, the only one who’ll belong in here is you. Do you understand?”

Josh looked hurt for a moment.

Aimee kissed him again. “Baby,” she said, “it’s just sex. Sex isn’t love. Sex isn’t belonging. Sex is just bodies. I love sex. Honestly, I fucking love it! I fucking live for it! But that’s all it is! Fucking! No matter who I fuck or who you fuck, when you’re in me we’re making love. It might be rough, it might be fast, it might even be two pumps and a squirt, but really we’re making love. No-one else will make love to me. And no-one else will make love to you. Only when you’re in me. That’s what I mean. Do you get it now?”

“I’m not sure,” Josh said. “I get your family. Kind of. I wouldn’t do that to my mum, but that’s probably because she wouldn’t let me, even if I wanted to. But…just random people? That’s different.”

“Why?”

“Because… because they don’t love you,” Josh answered. “Your family loves you – I assume, anyway. And I love you. But some random shit off the street won’t love you. So… why?”

Aimee nodded. “I get it,” she said. “I do.” She sighed. “Sex…isn’t about love. Not to me. It’s a dick and a pussy or an arse or…whatever. I’m not going to become some nympho, fucking anything that breathes – I promise! But…if the opportunity arises, I’m going to take it. And you should, too. I love you. I do. And, because I love you, I don’t want you to ignore a chance if you get it.”

Josh still looked confused and a little hurt – although he felt he was starting to understand what she meant.

Aimee continued to speak. “For a start, this beautiful cock was made for fucking and I don’t think anyone should be deprived of it! If someone wants it, and you want them to have it, fucking give it to them!”

Josh prepared to shake his head, disagree, argue. Yet, at that precise moment, a voice came into his mind. It spoke to him; told him things.

It reminded him of the video he had saved on his Kindle – the one with the cuckold husband submitting to his domineering wife. It reminded him of the numerous other

cuckold videos he had watched. The one with the husband who was forced to clean his wife’s lover after the lover had deposited his seed into her. The one with the stranger’s cum oozing out of the wife’s pussy, being cleaned up by her sad, pathetic husband who was so indoctrinated into his position that he seemed to have just given up.

Then the voice told him about the cream pie he had sucked out of Aimee’s own pussy a few minutes before. It reminded him how much he had quite enjoyed the new experience. Then it told him that the experience would be just as much fun next time. And the time after. And the time after that!

Despite himself, Josh found that Little Josh, who had started to deflate a little, was beginning to stand to attention again. The idea of sucking cum out of Aimee’s pussy was a bigger turn-on for him than he had realised.

“I… get it. A little. Maybe.” Josh still wasn’t entirely convinced. The idea of being a boyfriend who allowed his girlfriend to fuck whoever she wanted wasn’t exactly what he’d had in mind whenever he allowed himself to picture his future relationships. Of course, the fact that said girlfriend was allowing him to fuck whomsoever he pleased kind of tipped the balance in her favour, however. He thought, given time, he could get into the idea.

Especially with all those pies, came the voice in his head. Josh, despite himself, grinned.

“Just, one thing,” he said. “Promise me one thing. Two things. Three things.”

“What?”

“One – no secrets. No one of us fucking someone else and not telling the other. Ever.”

“Okay. I promise. What else?”

Josh swallowed, hard. This might sound a little odd, he realised. Desperate, even! I mean – am I sure about this?

Yes.

Yes?

Yes. You are.

OK, then! I guess I am! He looked at her. “You promise to keep the…uh… stuff… inside.”

Aimee raised an eyebrow. “Stuff?” She knew what he meant and he knew that she knew what he meant. It was, Josh understood, just one of the many, many irritating things about her that made him love her.

“You know… The… um…” She was going to make him say it. “The…cum,” he breathed the last word, rushing it out, embarrassed.

“The…what?”

“Cum,” Josh called out. “Fuck you, the fucking cum!”

“You want me to keep the…fucking cum…inside me?” Aimee raised her eyebrow again. “Why?”

“Because…” his voice caught in his throat. “Because I want to… clean it out of you.” He shook his head, despairing. She would think him sick, twisted, perverted. She would “dump his ass” as the saying went.

“Oh, baby,” Aimee moaned. “You liked it, didn’t you? My brother’s cum in my pussy! Licking it out of me!”

Josh simply nodded. “Oh, baby,” she held him tightly. “Of course, if that’s what you want! You promise to keep me nice and clean? To clear up all that mess?”

Josh nodded. “Yes,” he said, simply. “I promise. Every time.”

“Ooh!” Aimee grinned at him. “Sounds like fun! You clean me and I’ll clean you!” She wriggled and made a funny squeaky noise that Josh found both odd and endearing in equal measure. “So,” she carried on, “what’s the last thing? The last promise you want from me?”

“Simple. No falling in love.” Josh smiled, sadly at her. “I couldn’t bear it. I love you and… I get what you want. I understand it, I think. No. I do understand it. It was a little weird, but I have it now. And I agree – I want you to do it. Hell, maybe I’ll even do it! But, promise me – and I’ll promise you; no falling in love. You’re mine and I’m yours and that’s how it stays. Promise?”

“Promise,” she said and kissed his nose. “I couldn’t love anyone else. Apart from my family, obviously, but they don’t count.”

“Oh, thank you very much,” Robbie smirked, still standing in the doorway. “I’d so hate to count!”

“Fuck off, Rob,” Aimee grinned at him. “You know what I meant!”

“Yeah, I know,” he grinned back. “Now; are you two going to fucking get on with things or should I go and find a stroke movie to watch? This lovey dovey conversation bullshit is all very well, but it’s a really good boner-killer for the watching audience!”

“Then stop watching,” Josh said. “Either fuck off or get over here and fucking join in. Either way, shut the fucking door – it’s draughty!”

The three of them laughed before Robbie, dutifully, stepped inside and closed the door as he had been asked. He emphasised the closing and ensured that the click of the jamb was obvious throughout the room.

“Much better,” Josh said. “And now, my dear, I believe we were busy.”

“Were we? You’ll have to remind me,” Aimee answered…before gasping and throwing her head back in pleasure as Josh rammed his cock inside and out once more.

“Oh, fuck! Oh, god! Yes! Oh, shit, baby! Fuck! You’re so good at that! So fucking good! I love it! Fucking fuck me, baby! Shit! Fuck! Shit! Fuck! Fuck! Oh, FUCK!”

“Fucking you, babes,” Josh gasped out. “I’m going to fucking fuck you and cum right inside you again! Gonna fucking do it!”

“Yes! Fucking do it! Fucking cum for me! Cum in me! I want it! I want you! Fuck! Fuck! Fucking fuck! Fuck! Shit! Fuck! Yes! Oh, god! Oh, god! I’m cumming again! Fucking again! Fuck! Fuck! Shit! AHH!!” She gasped again.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Cumming! NOW!” Josh gasped back, and thrust himself deep inside her as he came, over and over, into her.

The two of them gasped and held each other. They didn’t care about how sweaty each other was. They didn’t care that their hair was damp and their bodies glistened and that the smell of well-fucked pussy and cum emanated from them. They looked at each other and kissed each other. “I fucking love you,” Josh said.

“And I, you,” Aimee replied.

They kissed again.

Robbie was stood near Aimee’s head now. “I feel like a gooseberry,” he moaned.

Aimee turned her head up to face her brother. “Aww,” she said, mockingly. “Does my big brother have no-one to play with? Such a shame,” she continued and smiled at Josh. “Don’t you agree, baby?”

“Indeed,” Josh agreed. “Poor old Robbie’s got no-one to suck his pretty little cock for him.”

“Pretty? Little?” Robbie was mildly offended. “It’s as big as yours, you dick!”

“Such language,” Aimee giggled. “And no-one doubts your size, big brother. We certainly can’t since you’re hanging it right there in our faces!”

“I think you guys owe me,” Robbie said. “Punishment for insulting me.”

“What kind of punishment,” Aimee asked.

“Suck it,” Robbie said and wiggled his over her face. “Suck it until I cum.”

“Sounds like a fun punishment,” Josh snickered. “I get the feeling Aimee will enjoy that!”

“Oh, I don’t doubt it,” Robbie agreed. “But I meant you, too!”

Josh stared at him.

“Seriously,” Robbie continued. “You said it was little. Allow me to prove to you just how wrong you are!” He slapped his cock on Josh’s face.

Inwardly, Robbie was making a bet with himself, that Josh would do anything other than suck him off. He’d been extremely reluctant to even consider the idea down in the Games Room and Robbie didn’t see why this situation would have changed.

“Yeah,” he said, slapping his cock in Josh’s face again. “Come on, dickwad! Suck it! If it’s so little, you’ll never feel it! But if it’s not little, prepare for your jaws to ache!”

Josh didn’t reply. That voice was back in his mind.

You liked the pie? Now taste it from the source! It’s easy! Open up and let him in!

I’ve never done that before!

So? Learn on the blowjob!

Josh didn’t reply to the voice. Instead, he grabbed the flailing cock and stuffed the end of it into his mouth and began to move.

What the fuck are you doing, Josh, he asked himself.

What you wanted to, came the voice in his head.

Yep, he agreed. I guess I did!

Robbie, meanwhile, was stuck between groaning at the pleasure of his cock being inside a warm, sensuous, wet mouth and dying of shock at the fact that Josh was actually doing it! “Oh, yeah,” he groaned.

That was enough for Josh. He had been unsure whether he was doing the job correctly, but the noise from Robbie told him that, at least, he wasn’t doing a bad job! He bobbed his head up and down on the cock in his mouth.

Unlike Aimee, Josh did have a gag reflex, as he found out to his discomfiture when Robbie’s cock hit the back of his throat and he spluttered and choked. It was a mistake he endeavoured never to make again.

“Oh, shit, baby,” Aimee whispered in his ear. “That’s so fucking hot! Watching you suck my big brother’s hard cock! Watching you choke on it! So, fucking hot! And with you still inside me! You’re so hot! And so hard inside me! You’re… almost even bigger! Oh, fuck! I can feel you, throbbing inside me! Oh, shit! You love it! I love it! Fuck! Yeah! Suck my big brother! Make him cum! Make him cum in your mouth and swallow it all! Fuck, yeah!”

“Fuck, yeah,” Robbie agreed. “Getting close! I’m getting so close! Gonna cum, Josh! Gonna cum, right down your throat!”

Josh didn’t want him to…stop. Didn’t want him to stop! Fuck, he thought to himself. I’m going to make him cum in my mouth…and I fucking want him to!

“Shit! Here it comes, Josh! Oh, shit! Oh, fuck! YEAHH!”

Several ropes of cum blasted out of Robbie’s throbbing dick. Josh had pulled his head back so that only the bulbous, purple mushroom was still in his mouth. Now, he tried to swallow everything that Robbie was giving to him, but he couldn’t hold it all. A small rivulet of cum slid down the side of his chin and Aimee leaned up to lick it off him. “Mmm,” she moaned. “Your cum really is tasty, Rob!”

Josh nodded in agreement. It was really tasty, he had to admit. He had enjoyed sucking it out of Aimee’s pussy – but he thought it was possible that he enjoyed sucking it directly out of Robbie’s cock at least as much, if not a little bit more.

Robbie was in no position to argue. He moaned and groaned as his legs bucked and he came. He had always been a violent ejaculatory person and he loved the feeling of exhaustion that flowed through him when he came. Finally, it was over and he almost collapsed.

“Fuck, that was good,” he said when he could trust himself to speak. “You had much experience of that, Josh?”

“None,” Josh said, swallowing the last of the cum in his mouth and then kissing Aimee, who had finished cleaning the overflow off his face.

“Well, it was a great start to your cock-sucking career,” Robbie replied.

Career? Josh wanted to object…but knew he couldn’t. He had gone down the rabbit hole and – like Robbie a few weeks before him – he was now stuck in Wonderland. He wouldn’t go cruising for cum…but he wouldn’t turn the chance down if it presented itself.

Robbie was still hard. He was channelling his crystal, something he had been experimenting with for a few days. He had found that, if he managed to synchronise with it, fully, he didn’t go soft no matter how many times he came. His record was seven – and even then he’d only stopped because the friction had started to hurt.

Robbie now had his eyes on one last prize. He wandered around Josh and Aimee and stood between their legs.

Josh thought nothing of this until he suddenly felt a tongue on his arse. Correction: a tongue in his arse!

He wanted to shout. He wanted to object. He wanted to find out just what the fuck Robbie thought he was doing! But…”oh, fuck!” He groaned. Despite what he really thought he wanted, this felt fucking great! “Oh, fuck, yeah! Do that! Again! Lick my arse! Go on! Lick it you motherfucker! Oh, shit, wow!”

Aimee smiled at him. “Robbie sucks arse really well,” she told Josh, who didn’t need her to tell him that information; it was being proven to him, personally.

“Shit! Yes! Fuck! Wow! Yes!” Josh was gasping. Aimee was gasping as well, as Little Josh would occasionally spasm inside her.

Robbie stopped his oral ministrations. Josh knew what was coming next and he was very nervous. He considered stopping this before it went too far.

Once again, the voice in his head stopped him. It spoke to him about that other cuckold video – the one with the husband being double-teamed by his wife’s lover and his wife’s strap-on. Those videos of the British guy, cruising around the country and fucking whatever arse came his way. The video of the two friends, initially pumping their own cocks, before swapping to pump each other…before a rough cut saw the cute blond one being well fucked by this dark-haired friend. The video of the thin, white guy and the six (or was it seven, Josh couldn’t remember) big, burly black guys who each took their turn in his mouth and his arse.

Moreover, he remembered how the guys being fucked all seemed to fucking love it. You will, too, the voice promised.

Josh let his final barriers down. “Go on,” he whispered to Robbie. “Do it! Just…be careful! I… I’ve never…”

“I will,” Robbie said and lined his cock up with Josh’s well-licked arsehole. Slowly, he pushed in.

“Oh, shit, FUCK! Fuck! That fucking hurts! Fucking stop! Take it out! NOW!” Josh was almost crying.

“It’s OK,” Aimee said to him and kissed him, hard. “It’s OK, baby! It’ll only hurt for a moment! And then – oh, fuck! It’ll feel so good, baby! I promise!”

Josh simply shook his head. Robbie had stopped. His cock-head was inside Josh’s arse so the worst was over and he told him so.

“I…don’t fucking…care! It fucking hurts! You bastard! It fucking hurts so much!”

Except…it didn’t. Not as much as it had. Robbie didn’t move, unsure whether to pull out (which might hurt as much as going in) or to carry on.

“Concentrate on me, baby,” Aimee said. “I’m here! Fuck me; it’ll make the pain go away quicker!”

Josh had no idea if that was true, but – just for the sake of scientific experimentation – he started to slide in and out of her. The pain in his butt began to lessen as he concentrated more on the pleasure at the front and less on the pressure at the back.

As he rocked inside Aimee, Josh, slowly, began to accommodate the invader. He relaxed his arse as best he could, but this actually made things worse. As soon as his concentration moved back to his behind, he could feel the pressure and the pain start to increase again.

Josh had heard the stories about imagining he was taking a big shit to make the pain go away and he was trying, but it wasn’t helping him! Nevertheless, the pain was lessened anyway, he realised. After a couple of minutes, it was almost gone completely.

What the fuck was I so worried about? Josh didn’t know. He stared into Aimee’s eyes and she had a look of love on her face. There were a couple of tears rolling down her face, but these were happy tears and Josh knew it. He nodded to her and stopped rocking. She nodded back, understanding, and they kissed.

“OK,” Josh said, finally. “Do it.”

Robbie slid in, slowly, and Josh moaned. “Fuuuck!”

“It’s good, right,” Aimee asked him.

“Fuck, yeah,” Josh moaned. “Fuck! I wish I’d known! I’d have done this ages ago! Fuck! Yeah! Fuck! Oh, wow!”

“Ages ago, with who?” Aimee was curious!

“Any-fucking-one,” Josh gasped back. “Fuck! Do it! Fuck my arse! Yeah!” He repeated the demands that Aimee had made of him. “Faster! Harder! Deeper! Do it!”

Robbie moved faster and thrust harder, but he was at a loss as to how he could go any deeper. He gave up wondering and simply fucked Josh’s tight arse.

“FUCK! SHIT! FUCK! Oh, god! Oh, god! Yeah!” Josh was loving this, as was Aimee who was being slowly rocked again by the thrusting movements her brother was currently giving to her boyfriend.

Robbie made it clear that he was loving it, too. “Oh, yeah! So fucking tight! Not fucked an arse this tight in ages! Shit! Fuck! I love it!”

“Fuck, yeah – me, too,” Josh cried back. Robbie had his chest lain down against Josh’s back and Josh turned to kiss him. “Fucking do it more! Fuck! I fucking love it!”

“And who do we have here, then,” came a voice from the newly opened door.

The three teens turned their heads, as one, towards the door. Standing there, with his hand down the front of his trousers, was Mike. He was grinning from ear to ear. Behind him, Sarah could be seen trying to catch her own view, which was blocked by both her taller husband and the door.

“Hi, daddy,” Robbie replied. “This is Josh; Aimee’s boyfriend.”

“Fiancé,” Aimee added. “We’re getting married next week, or so he said.”

Josh wondered what the fuck his life had become. He knew that, if he’d been caught by his girlfriend’s parents with his dick inside his girlfriend’s pussy this time yesterday, he’d have died of embarrassment (assuming the parents didn’t kill him first!) If he’d been caught with a guy’s dick up his arse by anyone this time yesterday, much the same. Yet, for some reason, being caught in the middle of a sibling sandwich by the parents of said siblings seemed oddly appropriate.

“Hello,” he said to the man in the doorway. “I’d shake your hand, but I’m a little busy at the moment.”

“Indeed, you are,” Mike agreed. “Hand shaking can wait. Nice to meet you, Josh.”

Suddenly, a thought came to Aimee. “No!” She practically shouted the word. Everyone, except Sarah, who still couldn’t see, turned to look at Aimee.

“What,” Mike said after a moment, once it was clear that she wasn’t about to elaborate.

“Something Robbie said earlier,” Aimee replied. “There’s nothing like a blowjob to really get to know a guy.”

Mike raised an eyebrow. “It’s true,” Robbie agreed. “And you did say you wouldn’t say you knew a guy until you’d blown them, Josh.”

“Actually, I said until they blew me,” Josh replied.

“Your dick’s a little busy at the minute, baby,” Aimee reminded him. “So, you’ll just have to do the getting-to-know-you bit for now and daddy can get to know you later.”

Josh looked at her. Again, that question of where the fuck his old life had gone flitted through his head, but only for a second. This girl meant everything to him in a way he would never have believed only a day ago. He wanted to be part of her life and part of her life involved her parents. It’s a part of who she is. I’ll just have to suck it up, he thought and smirked to himself as the double entendre hit him.

Mike, on the other hand, needed no second invitation. He was already stripped down and heading into the room. Sarah, who could now see what was going on inside, smiled at Josh and introduced herself. “And this,” she continued pointing, “is my rather rude husband, Mike, whom – it seems – is so desperate to get his end off that he couldn’t even be bothered to tell you his name first!”

Josh nodded at the pair of them. Mike now stood before him, his half-erect cock dangling between his legs. “Pleased to meet you,” Josh said and moved along to take Mike’s dick into his mouth.

Mike quickly went hard. “Oh, shit,” he whispered. “That feels good!”

Josh was feeling very proud. Had he been female, he realised, he would effectively be airtight, now, with a cock in his mouth, one in his arse and his own in his girlfriend.

The fact that he was sucking his girlfriend’s father came to him and he redoubled his efforts. Josh wanted to show her father that he was worthy of her. The noises coming from Mike’s mouth suggested that he was making his point clearly. He had also learned about his throat’s limitations and was careful not to try to get too much cock into his mouth in one go, so he wouldn’t end up choking again.

“Oh, yeah. Nice. So nice. I love your mouth, Josh. Oh, fuck! Yeah! Wow! Oh, god!” Mike turned to face Sarah. “You know,” he said, “I love my mother, but all I could think about, all day, was fucking!”

“I know, babe,” Sarah said and came up behind her husband. “It was all I could think about, too. Your mum was sat there, half asleep, with her mouth wide open and I kept thinking someone should stick something in it to fill it up!”

“You’re talking about chocolate, right?” Mike looked concerned. “Mum’s not really in any position to approve of… anything else.”

“Of course,” Sarah said, but the knowing twinkle in her eye gave lies to her words. Mike shook his head in mock disgust.

Aimee couldn’t believe what was happening around her. Her boyfriend/fiancé was fucking her, whilst sucking her father and being fucked by her brother. Could life get any more perfect, she wondered? The answer of yes came to her mind as she saw her daddy’s balls swinging in front of her face. A moment of inspiration later and her tongue was floating over them, one more instance of stimulation for her beloved daddy.

“Ooh, shit,” Mike said. “Wow!”

“Like that, honey,” Sarah asked him.

“Oh, yeah!” Then, Mike’s face began to screw up in a look Sarah knew well and their children were beginning to learn as well. “Getting close,” Mike said.

Sarah simply nodded. She knew. She placed a finger in her mouth, getting it thoroughly wet and waited for the right moment.

“Getting. Close. Gonna. Cum,” Mike was panting now. Josh nodded.

“Me, too, dad,” Robbie said and started to pump Josh’s arse even harder, causing Josh himself to rock harder inside Aimee.

Josh moaned. “Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck,” he cried out, his voice muffled by the cock in his mouth.

“Shit! Fuck! Wow,” Aimee agreed. “Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck, baby! You’re gonna make me cum, baby! You, and daddy and Robbie! Altogether! Oh, FUCK!”

Aimee let go first, but she was only cumming alone for a second before a chain-reaction began.

As soon as Josh felt Aimee’s pussy spasm on his cock, he let go himself, cumming deep inside her. This caused his arse to contract, squeezing Robbie’s cock and sending him over the edge as well. Meanwhile, Sarah had picked her moment and shoved her wet finger into her husband’s arsehole, sending him crashing over the edge, making him blast his ejaculate into Josh’s waiting mouth. Josh, who was waiting for this moment, now swallowed cum down as fast as his own cock was blasting it out.

With gasps, screams, moans, yelps and more “oh, fuck”‘s than were really necessary, the whole group rode their respective orgasms through to their inevitable end. Finally, the orgasms ended and everyone, slowly, began to recover.

Sarah, the only person in the room who hadn’t had an orgasm in the last few seconds and who was feeling slightly left out, smiled at them all. “That was fucking awesome,” she squeaked.

“It felt fucking awesome,” Josh replied, his mouth having left Mike’s cock alone. “Shit! I never could have imagined…”

“Imagine it, baby,” Aimee said. “If you can imagine it, me and my family can manage it!”

Josh kissed her. “I don’t doubt it,” he said, and then turned to look at Mike. “I think we’ve met, now,” he said.

“Indeed,” Mike agreed and put out his hand. Josh moved his weight over and shook it. “So, Fiancé, huh?” Josh shrugged and nodded. “OK. You didn’t ask for my permission, but I guess you have been a little busy since you first met my daughter.” Mike smiled at him and shook his hand again. “Welcome to the family,” he finished.

Josh smiled back, and nodded. “Thank you, sir,” he said.

“Fuck that. We’ve met, remember? Mike.” Josh nodded again.

Slowly, the entangled teenagers separated themselves. Now, instead of a strange, six-legged monstrosity on the bed, there were three, happily naked, teens. Each smiled at the others. Then Josh kissed Aimee and then Aimee kissed Robbie and then Robbie kissed Josh and the tangle started to build again.

“For fuck’s sake,” Sarah said, sarcastically. “Don’t you three ever stop?”

“Do you,” Robbie asked her.

“I’ve been stopped all fucking day,” Sarah replied. “It’s fucking killing me!”

“We can fix that,” Robbie replied and swung himself off the bed. He stood, facing his mother and, without warning, pushed her backwards. She stepped back, hit her leg on the bed and fell onto it. Josh and Aimee only just avoided being bumped as she landed next to them.

“Now, as Josh is our guest, he gets first choice – that’s what you’ve always taught us, right mother?”

Sarah nodded. She was pretty sure she knew what the options were going to be.

“OK. Josh? Arse, pussy or mouth?”

Aimee clapped her hands. “Oooh! Arse, babe! Mum’s got a lovely tight arse!”

“Yeah…no,” Josh replied.

“Why not?”

Josh looked at Aimee and held one of her hands. “Because,” he answered, “I’ve never done…that to a person’s bum before and…” he blushed and looked down. “I kind of wanted my first to…be…well, you.”

“Aww. That’s so sweet,” Aimee gushed and kissed him. “Of course, baby. I understand! No! Absolutely. You’re right. I’d be honoured to be your first butt. But still,” she added, “choice is yours!”

“I think I really need to get to know your mother,” Josh grinned at her.

“Mouth it is,” Robbie said. “Dad?”

“Oh, now that’s a bastard,” Mike answered. “I don’t fucking know! Your mum’s got a great pussy and a great arse! Which to choose? Fuck!”

Sarah put her hands on her hips. She thought this pose looked powerful, but in fact, she actually looked just a touch ridiculous. Her family loved her too much to tell her, though. “Come on,” she insisted. “I’m fucking waiting, here!”

Mike looked at her and, for a moment, considered taking more time to think about his answer, even though his mind was already made up. One look at his wife’s stern face told him that doing so might be detrimental to his hopes of still being alive tomorrow. “OK, he said, sighing as though reaching a really tough decision, “arse.”

“Thank fuck for that,” Sarah said. “Now, get on with it, boys! I’ve not got all fucking evening!”

“Yes, you have,” Robbie grinned at her as he climbed onto the bed next to his mother. “But Josh here needs to go home at some point, so get a fucking move on, mum!”

Sarah glared at her son for approximately one second before smirking. “You,” she said, clambering on top of him and sliding her pussy lips over his semi-erect cock a few times to stimulate it, “are one cheeky motherfucker!”

“Not yet, but I will be,” Robbie said. “Just keep doing that and I’ll be a motherfucker in no time!”

Sarah smiled and complied, sliding herself up and down on her son’s rapidly stiffening cock. “Ooh, yeah,” she said. “That’s nice. Getting you hard, baby boy, so you can put yourself back where you came from!”

“Yeah, mum,” Robbie said. “That’s good! So warm! So wet! Oh, fuck, mummy,” he finished. The taboo nature of the childish word was, he knew, a huge turn on for his mother. “Oh, mummy! Oh, yes, mummy! You’re making my ding-a-ling so hard!”

Sarah giggled. “That’s right, baby boy. Mummy is making her little baby so hard! Going to take my baby’s ding-a-ling and put it inside mummy’s coochie! And then, mummy and her baby boy are going to have so much fun!”

“Oh, yes, mummy!” Robbie was fully hard now and Sarah slid herself up and onto his hard prick. “Oooh! Mummy! That feels so nice! Am I doing it right, mummy?”

“Oh, fuck, yes, baby! You’re doing it right,” Sarah said. “But now, daddy wants to play as well. Is that OK, baby?”

“Oh, yes,” Robbie answered. “Come and play, daddy!”

Mike wasn’t sure he wanted to leave his current position, however. Whilst Robbie had been getting ready for action, Aimee had been licking Mike’s cock to get it prepared, both in terms of being hard and being wet. It felt quite nice. “I’ll come and play in a moment, son,” he said.

Aimee wasn’t having any of that shit! She instantly stopped her ministrations on her father’s cock and crawled over behind her mother. A few moments later, Sarah felt Aimee’s tongue in her behind. “Oh, shit! Oh, yes, baby girl,” Sarah said. “That feels nice! Get my little tushy ready for daddy’s big ding-a-ling!” Aimee giggled at the silly, childish names that she hadn’t heard for years, but she stuck to her task and soon her mother’s behind was thoroughly wet.