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The bus leaves me off on Madison. The doorman, a young hispanic dude, nods to me as I enter. If I was the owner of one of the apartments he'd lift his cap. But I'm only sixteen and there's a very strict code of status in this luxury world in which I live. His eyes follow me in and I can feel them clamped onto my ass. Poor Alberto, he wants to fuck me so bad. He's been watching me closely since I was fourteen, maybe younger, but he's not that attractive. But I don't blame him for looking. Today, in celebration of the new school year I'm wearing outrageous pink stretch pants that are next to obscene they way the hug every crack and crevice. I know I'm a cock tease and I love it. But the doorman is out of my class and he'll have to make do with his plump Maria. In the elevator I appreciate again the heavy polished brass, the rich mahogany, the low hum of powerful machinery. I might be young but already I know what all this means, what a Park Avenue address means. I like it that everything about this building is solid luxury, and it arouses me. Somehow my libido is connected to it. I see cashmere sweaters and leather jeans and BMWs stretching far into the future and I run my middle finger, idly, along my labia. I'm always aroused, but these thoughts, and the opening of school always add to my horniness. School: the hot young bodies to appreciate all over again, the stories about who sucked who where during the summer. The smells and the looks. I could jerk off right in the elevator. My floor. Dad is in the kitchen. Peggy, the cook, is off. He greets me with a tight hug, my tits on his chest. I feel the familiar feel of his strong hand cup my ass, the tips of his fingers deep inside my crack. I love him and he's been fucking me for a year. He's very handsome, and very busy making money—lots of it—as a producer. Mom right now is on network assignment out of the country and she knows he fucks me. When she's away she likes to fuck young technicians on her crew, and they're not much older than me. With two such horny parents is it a surprise their children are so horny? Dad and I have sex often—six, seven times in a week I figure, if he's not fucking someone on the outside. If he is, I get more from my brother. So, everybody's happy. "I won't been home tonight," he says, taking his hand out of my ass and sounding a little disappointed. "I'm meeting Clare for dinner. You know, the designer, so I don't know when I'll be home." "Yea, dad" I wink at him. She gets her cute face in the news all the time and I figure they have the hots for each other. I think she's in her late thirties. I'll bet my Dad has screwed scores of good looking pussy, and I count myself in that group. Tonight then, it's brother and me. Not that I'm disappointed. Paul is eighteen and has a beautiful 8 inch cock that I've come to know and love. What chick at school could resist a dude as handsome as my brother? His swimmer's body in those drop dead Speedos he's famous for has made him a male pinup. I don't know how many girls my brother's fucked besides me—a lot, I know—and one of them is my cousin Amanda. I go up stairs to my brother's room. Since it's Friday he's always home earlier than me. The windows are open letting the soft warm breezes of the September afternoon pass through the room. Paul—"Junior" we call him—is anything but junior at the moment. He's spread out on his bed clad only in a loose fitting green t- shirt, his legs open, looking at one of those glossy celeb magazines. One hand is resting on his abs, and between his beautiful spread thighs his cock hangs heavy and very long over his balls. He must have been caressing himself just before I arrived. I like the way he shaves his pubic hair into a triangular patch pointing to his naval. I've been in love with his gorgeous body ever since I can remember. I note again his curly black hair, ice blue eyes, square jaw, broad shoulders and defined muscles and smooth flawless skin. Nature has been generous to him as well as me. And now, we have sex. He nods to me. "Enjoying yourself"? I ask as I look pointedly between his legs. "Look at this chick," he says. "Nice ass," I say, after inspecting what has his attention. He grunts. I know he's an "ass man." "You know who it is?" I look more closely. "Dad's going out with her tonight!" I exclaim when I realize who it is. "I'll bet she's a good fuck," Junior says, evaluating the picture again. "You want to do her?" "I don't know; she's kinda old." "What's 'at have to do with it? She probably gives good blowjobs" "Huh?" he quizzes. "Well, look at that mouth. You know she can take a big dick. And dad is big." I notice Junior's cock start to stir. "And you too," I add, much to his satisfaction. Junior likes to hear references to his genitals. "Its Friday. Wanna invite Amanda over?" I ask, putting on a sly grin. He knows without being told what I have in mind. "Sure" he says, flashing a silly grin and touching the top of his cock lightly with one finger. It starts to grow fatter as I watch. I bend over and give it a quick kiss, inhaling the musk smell of him, and move quickly toward the door. I want to leave before I get too turned on and spoil my plans for the evening. On the way out I pick his discarded blue thong off the floor. I sniff it and then toss it at him. "Pervert!" he yells. Later I tell dad our plans to have Amanda over. He gives me a knowing look and says "Enjoy yourselves," then leaves. I know he'd like to fuck her. She meets all his standards for prime pussy. Maybe I can smooth the way. Junior and I nuke some frozen pizza for dinner and each have a beer. I like the buzz the beer is making in my head when Amanda arrives around quarter to nine. Her tits are molded in a tight purple tank top and her nipples look hard already. Her white shorts are snug and show off her hips and ass and tanned legs temptingly. "Your doorman likes to fuck little girls?" she asks us, "He undressed me with his eyes." "You look like such a cock tease!" Junior declares, his tone implying she shouldn't be so shocked. "I tease your cock," is her retort, nodding toward the half-hardon my brother already has in his silky gym shorts. "I think we should have a joint first" I say. I always need something to smooth the take off. As I roll the grass, my cousin takes a DVD from her bag and after some chat we settle down to watch. It isn't a commercially produced one so a little thrill of expectation runs through my pussy. The first scene opens with a shot of the moon in the night sky, and as the camera pans back we see some of the Manhattan skyline and then a softly lit, comfortably furnished living room. Slowly, the camera moves further out and I can just make out a young couple fucking on the floor. I get a rush. The guy is on top and has a dynamite body. I begin to react with heavier breathing as I watch his ass flex and thrust his dick into the girl. It's like I can actually feel it in my tight pussy. "You like?" Amanda asks huskily, and I notice she has one hand between her legs already. Amanda is such a beautiful girl and I think I'm in love with her. Does that make me lesbian? Well, its not like I want to marry her. She has beautiful smooth white skin, a cute round face with the most gorgeous big brown eyes. Her lips are full and sensual and red. When she smiles her whole face lights up! She's a brunette and keeps her hair short in a boyish kind of cut tied with a headband. The girl likes to wear beads and bracelets and dangly earrings: she looks hip in an innocent sort of way. She's anything but innocent! That girl has an ass that when you look at it you want to fuck it. She's always showing it off. Her tits are just the right size for her 5'6'' well shaped body. Best of all, she smells like fresh teenage girl should, and tastes just as great! The camera stays on this long shot quite awhile and I begin to realize the woman is either very small or else-or else, a chick my age. Now I'm very interested! I could see myself in that scene. Whoever, the guy is slamming her hard and she's enjoying it enormously, grunting like a pig, legs as wide as possible. "Where'd you get this?" I ask. Amanda says only "Keep watching." The way she drags the words I can tell she's getting high. Suddenly, the camera cuts to a new angle: The chick is a girl I recognize from school and she's now getting fucked doggie-like by a good looking guy I think I know is a private tennis coach. Damn! These are no actors! The scene is very hot and I want to fuck too. The chick looks like she's in heaven and when the camera moves closer I see despite low light the guy has a dick almost as big as Junior's, and he slowly slides it out almost all the way to tease her. When she begs, he slams it back in, real hard. I like that. I want it that way too. Junior asks me if I know who the girl is. He's on the floor, back to the couch, his gym shorts around one ankle, slowly stoking his rock hard cock. Before I can answer Amanda crawls over to him and puts her mouth over the head my brother's dick, careful not to interfere with his slow strokes. I don't mind she's on him so quick. After all, he lives with me and I can have him anytime, so I'm generous. I'm more interested in the vid action right now. I go back to the screen and watch. The coach guy fucks the chick doggie like for a few more minutes, then a young black dude of about sixteen, beautifully built, comes into the scene. His hardon is impressive. My arousal is making me hazy but even so I recognize that I've seen him hanging around her at school, and he must be her boyfriend. His tool looks delicious and he plays with it some, then steps up to her face and she starts to suck him. I pause the disc and get down with Amanda and we both lick my brother. Its amazing how we work together: as she moves up, I move down, as she goes this way, I go that way. Its like a dance and we don't have to use words. We're both salivating like dogs. Lucky Junior! He's big enough that two girls can work on him at the same time and still have plenty to do. The video and the smell of cock gets me aroused so much I want to try something new. Junior's still on the floor back to the couch and I leave him entirely to Amanda's expert mouth as I crawl around behind her. What exquisite skin she has, still golden from the summer and no tan line over her ass. I nudge her beautiful body until she's over Junior on all fours, her pert and tight ass ready for me. With no hesitation I plunge my face right into her crack and she moans like an animal, despite all the cock in her mouth. "You like it, you little bitch," I think, "and I like doing it." She spreads wider and I smell her musk and the scent of expensive soap. I promise she's going to do this to me too. I want her face in my ass. Junior and I do it to each other, and have almost from the start. It took us a little time to loose the inhibition and trespass the taboo, a violation that we found so exciting! But this is girl ass I'm sucking the first time and I love the softness. Images come into my mind. I recall her lying face down next to me on the beach last year, and how I stared and stared at her ass. I see her ass in the tight jeans she always wears and want my face there. Strange images too: There she is in math class sitting on the hard wooden seat and my tongue comes up from below and fucks her. She tries not to show her arousal to the rest of the class. Junior breaks the train, finds the controller and unpauses the disc. I'm glad for the break since I want our sex tonight to last a long time. The girl on the screen reaches her orgasm with the coach's cock and the black boy sprays his come all over her when she collapses in exhaustion. I marvel at how dirty we can be, teenagers still not far from childhood. We can't even drive yet. I know we're not the only kids in school fucking family members. Our own parents may be exceptional, true, but I think most other parents have an unrealistic view of their children's innocence. I'm glad to have started sex this way, with my family. No one pressured me; it happened by mutual desire, and boy did I want it! Jump to the next scene. It's the black kid. This time he's with another boy, a light skinned mulatto who's probably a little younger and very, very attractive in a fem sort of way. The older is fucking the younger up the ass. I've never seen two boys fuck and when the closeup shows his dick sliding up the kid's ass I wonder what it feels like. Amanda comments "Isn't it awesome? Its sooo hot to watch two boys." I ask my brother if he's ever done it with another boy and though he says no, I'm not sure. All those humpy guys on the swim team, lean and muscular, displaying what they have through the skimpy spandex: I'd be surprised if there wasn't any boy-boy action there. At school there's plenty of girl on girl action and we're not too uptight about it. Even as far back as fourth grade, at summer camp, there was a lot of masturbation with other girls. But it's hard to find out about the boys. The scene with the boys stops and now it's Amanda on the screen. She's in her bedroom masturbating in front of the full length mirror. When she humps herself up to orgasm with practically all her fingers in her juicy cunt I'm amazed that she can still stay on her feet. Next scene it's her again, and the coach is back. It's a grainy cut, not very long, because they're in a public place—a locker room, and have to be quick. He's sprawled along a bench and she's on her knees on a blowjob mission. That girl does like cock. Before I have a chance to figure out the location, it ends. I tell her I'd like to get on that cock too. She says I should take some tennis lessons. Again we press the pause button and Amanda gets Junior on the floor. He's flat on his back and looking up at her with a mixture of adoration and amusement. I don't consider Junior my property—after all he's my brother— so I don't care what she wants to do with him. Junior's like my personal warm cock to snuggle against at night until I find someone to go steady. She squats over him and lowers her ass over his face. Go for it Junior, eat her good! I can't tell if its her cunt or her rosebud that's getting the attention, but who cares? I want a few licks myself so I get in front of her and hold her face on my pussy. I feel her hot tongue work it's magic—she's really good—but let go soon so she can breath. I go down next to Junior and see it's her pussy he's buried his face in. Junior is a really practiced cunt lapper. "Eat pussy, Junior," I whisper in his ear. "Eat her pussy, eat pussy, Junior!" I urge like a cheerleader rooting for the home team. I'm proud of my brother's abilities in all endeavors. "Pussy, pussy," I whisper into his ear until she comes, whimpering, simpering, into a shuttering orgasm. We decide to wash up, then break for some munchies. The night is softly warm and our teenage nakedness is natural and casual. Doritos, french fries, popcorn, earth chips and salsa relieve the hunger pangs. Mom calls just before we finish and asks Junior how we're doing and all. She usually calls every night she's on assignment. I get on the phone and chat awhile. She knows the three of us are alone and when she says, "I hope you're all enjoying yourselves," the tone of her voice says she knows exactly how we're enjoying ourselves. Mom's great. Very tolerant. And no wonder. Her father used to fuck her from when she was 15 right through college. She once told me that grandfather wanted to fuck me when I got to be 15, but he died before I was that old. Don't know that I would have. I can't use her real name but mom watched Junior and me a few times. My brother and I were never made to feel inhibited in sexual matters and we used to wrestle and tumble over each other from as early as I could remember. During these games I often felt his little soft cock pressed against me. When I grew a little older, about ten or so, and we wrestled, I started to actually feel his cock with my hands. Then his hand gradually found its way between my legs. Over time, we wrestled less and felt more. Watching television we'd sometimes sit close, his arm around my shoulder, the tips of his fingers lightly stroking my budding breasts. Or, I would roll over and jam his thigh between my legs and make tiny hump motions. If mom or dad came in the room they just ignored us. We started to have real sex when I was twelve. He was fifteen. I used to suck him. We'd be watching tv or something and the touch would get us hot and he'd take out his dick. A few times mom walked in the room and almost caught me with Junior's dick in my mouth. The fact that our clothes were a little undone brought no comment from her. Finally, we advanced to prolonged sex sessions in my room or his, getting totally naked and usually sucking each other. Then one day, mom surprised the shit out of me. We were talking about sex in a general way when she said "I know you and Junior are enjoying each other." I protested weakly, thinking that's what I should do. She brushed me aside. "Come, come, now," she purred, "no need to hide it, kitten. Both you and your brother are attractive and have strong libidos." She looked me in the eyes: "Its cool with me. Really." A big smile broke out on my face and I teared up. She hugged me and I held her tight. About a week later I was coming out of Junior's room in just my panties and mom was there. We looked at each other for a moment and I wondered what she would do. "Niki," she said in a husky low voice, "I'd like to watch sometime." And she winked at me. The hall was dimly lit so I don't think she saw me blush. But the idea inflamed me. Think of it, I told Junior. Wouldn't it be hot to be watched? Wouldn't be an awesome turn on if your own mother watched? He was a little reluctant. Come on, she's knows what we do. She sees you naked all the time; and me. She's practically caught us in each others pants already, you know. I'm sure dad'll want to. In the end, it was just mom that first time. Dad was away, maybe on purpose, and that night after our homework was finished mom keep making hints about sex between us and how horny we must be all the time. We were in the living room and I could see Junior soon got an erection from her talking. I stared at Junior and I could tell he wanted to. Finally, after about fifteen minutes I told her we were going to go to his room, smiling stupidly. We left the door open and a small light on so she could see the bed clearly. In a few seconds we stripped and fell into a 69 position. My brother even at that young age was such a stud. He was rock hard. Soon mom was in the room, naked, sitting by Junior's computer. Perhaps we were a little more noisy and athletic than usual that night, determined to put on a good show for her so she'd be proud of us. We didn't hold back. We licked each other's ass hole. She cried out her approval as she masturbated with two hands. It was just as good for us. When our performance was over my brother and I lay sprawled in exhaustion, but before mom slipped out she kissed us both. We were in awe. Later, mom said she and dad had the most intense sex ever while she recounted every detail of his children's romp. I was fourteen. Part 2 Junior gets on the phone again to say goodbye. Mom must have said something interesting to him because he turns away from Amanda and me to mumble something, while his free hand idly caresses his balls. Right here maybe I should say something about Junior's balls: I love them. He's only five feet eight, but like I said has a gorgeous eight inch cock, with nice, round, tight balls. The two of them together just about fit the palm of my hand and I so much like licking them. They're heavy and when he fucks me doggy-like they swing up against me like the clapper of a bell. No wonder he comes so much when he orgasms: his balls always look so full. He hangs up and we fall into a conversation about our teachers and who's hot and who we'd like to fuck. Junior has the hots for an English/French teacher he had last year and I can't fault him. I could even get in bed with her. She's slim and boyish and very lively, probably about 26 or 27. She has dirty blond hair cropped short and is always smiling, and could be a figure skater with the kind of body she has. I tell Junior I've seen her in the fitness gym, and in yoga, and her tits are small, but she has a drop dead ass. "Speaking of gym," says Amanda, "that new dude who does our class—now there's a teacher I could fuck!" She gets a faraway look in her eyes and continues: "He's a bit old, has a some gray hairs, but boy, what a body!" She's talking about Mr. Wilson, a handsome black dude maybe in his late thirties. "You see those arms, Niki? His biceps are sooo sexy." Amanda's 17 year old pussy is getting warm for the guy and she puts a hand between her legs. "And those thighs! Shit, they look like marble.” She sighs sexily, off into dream land, "...and...an ass...so firm," she touches herself with closed eyes now, and I think she's going to jerk off. Amanda eats pussy sometimes. She's done it with me and a few others girls. I'm ready to get into her fantasy with her and I tell her to pretend I'm him, I'm the gym teacher she wants. With the tips of my fingers on each of her shoulders I guide her gently down onto her back. Carefully, I spread her legs, remove her busy hand from her swollen clit, put my face in its place. I start to eat her. She tastes as wonderful as ever. Junior gets into the act and, speaking as if he's Mr. Wilson, starts telling her what a sexy hot body she has, how he's been watching her bend and stretch and can tell she likes to fuck. He says he's fucked many of his students and that she's one of the best he's ever had. He says he has a big dick but will be careful not to hurt her. Meanwhile, my mouth on her pussy is tasting her juiced-up cunt as Junior's words hit their mark. It won't be long now before she comes so Junior squats over her, and now I can feel his lips on the top of my head. She's working on him with her tongue and he can barely stand it. I use my middle finger and work it up into her asshole. Her butt clamps and relaxes, clamps and relaxes. Her hips start to buck and I hang on tight. I feel something wet in my hair and I realize she's made Junior shoot his load. He falls off to the side while Amanda and I, locked together by her warm thighs, roll across the carpet as one. She shutters and moans like an animal, announcing another strong orgasm. Again, we freshen up. The day was hot and the nighttime air is still warm even after midnight. We dim the lights and go out on the terrace, each with a beer, settling into comfy lounge chairs. No clothes. I look at the lights in all the windows wondering how many girls at that moment are getting fucked by brothers, how many by fathers? by sisters even? How many thousands of cocks are spurting come at this moment throughout the city? Down below, traffic on the Avenue is quieting down with only a few taxis and limos about. The constant hum of the city remains a foundation of sound, a vibration always present. We talk about all kinds of crap as our bodies recover their charge. Presently, the conversation slowly drifts back to sex and I ask Junior again if he's done it with a boy, if he'd like to try? He says no but could imagine it, and names several boys in his class as possible partners. I have to hand it to my brother: he really has good taste. The boys he mentions are all very desirable hunks. Robbie the blond is seventeen, a swimmer too, and at school meets he's one I can't keep my eyes off. A body as beautiful as a Greek statue, a sultry kind of face with bedroom eyes, and a nice impressive package between his legs. A vision of the two of them together makes my cunt tingle. Nicholas: Dark with flawless skin, intelligent and witty. He's not handsome in a conventional way. His beak nose prevents that but also makes him very sexy. But a good body and tight ass. He's got dusky, Sephardic features. He looks as though he could be dangerous under the right circumstances, like he'd enjoy rough sex, would tie you up, and then screw your butt brutally. "He's very sexy." I hear Amanda coo, referring to Nicholas. She's got a leg draped over the arm of the chair and I can see her slit We start to fantasize about Nicholas, what we'd like to do with him. Our libidos start to churn and I sense we are all now exploring new territory in our still forming sexual make up. I explain how we'd get together and how Nicholas would kneel on all fours over my brother, lapping his cock, tasting his balls and ass. Then I would crawl up behind Nicholas and tie his wrists together. "Then what?" a voice asks. My brother's voice is low and horse and I realize he's turned on by the idea. "I don't know" I say. Amanda helps me out. "You have a strap-on. Black and long. Its oiled up. Nicholas has his mouth full of cock and his ass is in the air. You put your cock against his asshole and it slips in, it goes in all the way, all seven inches goes in." My brother is definitely turned on. I can see he has the image fixed in his mind and it's getting him hot. So, I think, big brother may enjoy a little boy on boy action after all. Junior's cock starts to stir. Amanda gets up and kneels at his feet. She starts to suck on his toes. Junior's head falls back as he drifts into a revelry. I get a brilliant idea and head for the kitchen. I hope what I'm looking for is there. I find it quick. Bless you, Peggy. You keep us well supplied! I warm the cucumber under hot water and my cunt is juicing up again. I nuke a pat of butter real quick and slip a plastic bag over the veggie cock, then slather it with the butter. I go back to Junior and Amanda. I'm in luck because Junior is just where I need him, ass up, fucking his cousin slowly. I get down near his butt and start to massage and kiss it. He stops, the better to enjoy my attention. Then I put the warm organic dildo against his asshole. He groans with satisfaction and I'm sure he thinks its my finger. Encouraged, I push a little. He groans again. I push more. An inch must be in him now and he's got to know it's something bigger than my finger. I'm impressed how much my brother trusts me. I start to work it in and out and presently about half the green cock is in his ass. I get a smirky look, and think, "Yo, bro: you had something up your ass before. Which teammate was it?" Amanda now asks what's going on and I tell her I've got a cock up Junior's ass. She coos and says she wants a picture of it. "Later," I tell her. I'm too intent on using my brother like he's queer and I'm some cock proud dude at school. The feeling is very weird and I'm not sure I like it but I want to finish. I hold the tail end of the bag in my left hand while I push the cock with my right as far in as I think is safe. Soon all three of us get in sync and gallop toward the finish line. Even though Junior's spurted several times tonight, he still has a very strong orgasm. Amanda's a little slower, so I help her out by sucking on her one of her gorgeous tits. This is about all we can handle in one night and eventually I get up and head for my bed, soon followed by Amanda. Near daybreak I wake with a need to pee and to get a cookie and milk. Amanda's body is pressed against mine spoon fashion and I feel one of her hands between my legs. Despite nature's needs I linger awhile, enjoying her warmth and the sweet smell of her body. After all, this too is one of nature's needs. Dear Amanda I think, while I listen to her breathing and review the night's events without guilt, I love our lust and the pleasure we give each other. Pale light is beginning to show behind the curtains when I slip from her embrace and head for the bathroom. On my way to the kitchen I pass Junior's room and see he's not there and his bed is still made up. I worry that we must have left him to sleep out on the terrace and he must be chilly, so I go out there to check, but no Junior. As I grab a cup of milk I think he may have found his sleepy way up stairs and sacked out in the guest room. Heading back to my room, I look in there but that's empty too. Now I'm curious because the only other bedroom is mom and dad's and I think I ought to get him into his own room before the cleaning women show up later. All is quiet as I approach their room but for some muffled sounds I can't make out. The door is not closed and I can see into the room because the daylight is stronger on this side of the apartment. I see something I can't at first get my head around. There are two bodies on the big bed. I don't know who they are. It's two boys. It's two men, maybe. I think. No, it's a boy—and a man. And I know the man. Slowly, with some effort, my mind puts it together. It's my Dad, and, shit!—it's Junior! My Dad is fucking his son. My Dad is fucking my brother. I'm frozen. I stunned. I never thought. I want to shout something but I hold back. Shit! This is too much to take, me standing there naked like this. I'm holding a stupid cup of milk and I can see my father's hard cock in my brother's ass. I don't know if this scene is real or if I'm still dreaming. I don't know if this is happening because of what I did to Junior earlier, that I fucked him with a cucumber. What did I do? Did I make him queer all of a sudden? Shit! I don't know what to think. I hear my brother moaning, "Fuck me, daddy, Fuck me good! Fuck me." Junior, you son of a bitch! What I'm watching is going to fuck up my head! This is why Junior took that thing up his ass so easily! I knew then that he'd taken it up the ass before, but I had no idea! Dad? Dad? Are you queer too? How long have you been screwing your son's ass? How can you be queer? You've fucked scores of women and from what I hear you're all the stud. And you, Junior, I know you like pussy. You've eaten mine enough times, you've had your cock in me many times. You're no queer. Are you? I step back quietly and go to our bathroom, the one Junior and I share. I sit on the commode and lean back and let my body go slack. I'm sitting where my brother puts his ass, and right now his ass is getting fucked! How long has this been going on? I go back and recall when dad first fucked me a year ago. Long ago it seems. Oh, Daddy. You felt soooo good! Maybe I'm jealous. If you're going to fuck one of your kids I want it to be me. I never expected this kind of competition from Junior! You remember how your cock felt when you first slid it into me? You remember how you said I was the best pussy you ever had? You remember how you said you wanted to fuck with me since I was a pre-teen? You felt my ass so many times, why didn't you do it then, when I was 10 or 11? Maybe my cunt wasn't big enough. Were you fucking Junior then, when he was 12? Was he sucking you off? I could have sucked you off when I was that young. I thought about your cock and Junior's cock enough times! That first time was so good, Daddy. I'll never forget it. We were alone at home on a summer night. Mom was at the place on M.V. And Junior, where the hell was he? I think he'd already gone to some summer sports program for varsity level kids. We were watching that sexy movie with the lights down low and the sultry city night was close in on us. My cunt was swollen from the movie and I so much wanted to come. It would have been so easy to jerk off since all I had on was one of Junior's athletic tops, the purple one with the big white number 8. I could tell the movie had your motor going from the little sounds of pleasure and surprise you keep making every time that chick in the silver jump suit was on the screen. She might as well have been naked since every little crevice and twitch was on display. Why did you pick that movie for us? I knew what was going to happen. The air had been thick with sex all night. I stretched out on the couch so I could display my body. My nipples were hard and I made sure the fabric gathered around my breasts. It just happened. It was that easy. You came over and sat on the floor next to me. You put you mouth on my tit and even through the shirt, it was like an electric shock in my body. I closed my eyes ready for whatever you wanted to do. My pussy felt the soft caress of your hand. I imagined this is how it was with mom; this is how it was with those young cunts you were always screwing. Then your fingers, then your mouth, then your magnificent, big beautiful cock. I knew then you would fuck me many times. I snap out of it. My mind returns to what's happening right then in my parents' bedroom. I can't tell anyone about this. Does Amanda know? Why should I think they're faggots? They like pussy but maybe they like cock too. They're not gay. In this day and age? A lot of men and boys experiment. And why should I be so shocked? We've had incest in this family for a long time. This is just more... well...well, could I do it with mom? I think I'm so cool but this is more than my sixteen year old brain can handle right now. Sitting there, I let go a strong stream of piss. When its over, I notice my clit is very, very swollen. I feels bigger than ever before and I imagine it's really a boy's dick. I'm so wet. I'm so fuckin' wet. My mind drifts back to what I just saw. Damn, admit it. It looked hot! So fucking, fuckin hot! My finger slides down and touches my inflamed cock/clit. Part 3 Exhausted, I go back to bed and curl around Amanda's sweet body. So soft and warm, she's just the comfort I need at the moment. We both smell of sex. My mind races across a sexual landscape for a long time. I'm fantasizing all over the map: I let Alberto, the doorman dude, lead me down to the laundry room where I suck him. After that, I'm fucking my brother with a long strap-on. I walk around the apartment with it on me. I fuck my father with it. Even my mother wants me to do her with it. My libido is unchecked. If we had a dog, I'd fuck it too. I recall the tennis coach's large dick, and he fucks me in the ass. That black kid I saw on the DVD is eating me out. The handsome history teacher I have this year knows I'm the school slut and he spreads me over his desk and screws me in front of the class; then each boy and girl in the class takes turns with me. These weird images, and others like them, run all together and blur, until, finally, I fall asleep. When I awake Amanda's gone. The sound of the traffic tells me it must be near noon, maybe later. I shower. In front of my dresser I take some of the awesome skin cream I brought in Paris on my finger and slide it along the crack of my ass. I throw on a pair of gray cotton baggy gym shorts—they say "NASTY" on the butt— and an old faded cotton shorty top. The mirror shows the top draped from my nipples just the way I like it to be. I'm ready to start the day. Dad and Amanda are in the kitchen. I notice her, already showered, perched on a stool dressed in one of my father's old shirts, one I took from him when it no longer pleased his fastidious taste. The careless way it's buttoned doesn't cover much and I can't help notice how her pelvis pushes forward and her legs are spread rather wider than necessary. She looks as if trying for a pick-up in some club rather than sitting on her ass in our breakfast room. She looks damn sexy. I smirk to myself, "You want to fuck him, slut." Amanda leaves as I'm eating breakfast and the rest of the day is uneventful, except one of my classmates calls, a boy named Kevin, and asks me to go with him to the Modern. Our art teacher said there was a show we shouldn't miss and Kevin doesn't want to go alone. Kevin is kind of nerdy and not too bright but I like him enough to say yes. (He doesn't interest be in a sexual way but boys who have fingers as long as Kevin's usually have long cocks, so I'm told). The trip is kind of a bore and I don't like the show and don't understand what we see, but going to Moma always reminds how much good-looking ass, male and female, there is in this city. The place is packed with school kids on this first Saturday into the new school year and I begin to wish Kevin isn't with me so I could flirt with some young thing. The trip is worthwhile for me because we're going up on the escalator when I hear a man's low sexy voice behind me murmur, "what a fuckin' beautiful butt," meaning, mine! I'm wearing my pair of black Levi's stretch pants that are like skin. They have a little red "Levis®" tag sewn on the inseam over my ass, so you have to look. As we leave MoMa I get a message on my phone from a boy I know in the 10th grade, inviting me to a party in a brownstone on East 81st. The party's just like I expected: lots of prep-school dudes and chicks, all pretty hot and on the make, throbbing music, hardly any lights but enough so that everyone can checkout everyone else. Since I get so much screwing at home I can look at the scene with a little detachment, feel a little superior. I'm not so desperate as the others to get laid, or give the impression I'm getting laid in the next five minutes. Still, I let this one older dude—he must be about twenty-five—get me into a cozy dark corner and feel me up. His hands up under my skirt, the "catholic school" skirt, and I don't like him because he's smug: he thinks he still has what it takes to attract a young teenager. He gets me all damp through my tights but his fingers are kind of klutsy. Well, he's attractive enough that I do massage his dick through his jeans. I see he's going to come and it'd be cruel to stop and soon I feel the warm stickyness of his orgasm. Then I get rid of him. I move off to do some dancing with the crowd jammed into the large living room. I love this kind of group- fuck type dancing because all you do is let the beat get into and move against other bodies jammed against you. Girl or boy it doesn't matter: you just rub and let yourself be rubbed and touched. The boy feeling me up didn't make me come, but I finished myself off this way, sweating and dancing and rubbing. I get home about a quarter to two and just me and Dad are home. Junior's staying over at a friend's. Dad's in the family room slouched down on the couch dressed in blue cotton gym shorts and an old white billowy t- shirt, and as I come in he does nothing to hide the fact that he has an obvious half-hard-on. Sometimes I think my family is over-sexed and all we do is fuck. But hell, while I'm having such a good time right now I shouldn't complain. This is the one and only life I'll have and I'll take the pleasure that comes my way, no questions asked. Dad tells me that Amanda has left a DVD with him and that he'd like to watch it with me. I blush very red and he just smiles. I think he's been masturbating. Still on my mind is the image of my dad and my brother in the bedroom, which I really don't think I dreamed and want to ask him about. I know we'd fuck during the video and asking him then would probably bring out the truth. Sure enough, he starts to eat my pussy and remarks the party must have been good based on how I taste. On the screen, we watch Amanda blowing her tennis coach. As he gets me hot, I describe for him how delicious my cousin tastes and how she likes big dicks and that he ought to fuck her because I know she wants his. He asks me how I know and I say I been noticing lately how she is around him, all flirty and gazing into his eyes, how she's always stretching her sexy body around him, opening her legs and shaking her ass. He pretends he hadn't noticed, but I know my dad and I know if there's a good looking cunt within a hundred yards of him, he's aware. We get to a new part of the video, where Amanda and another girl named Karen, a very beautiful red head from school, are fucking around with a double headed dildo. It's really long and sometimes most of it is in Karen and then most goes into cousin dear. I nibble on my father's neck and inhale the man smell of him. "Didn't I tell you," I whisper hotly into my Dad's ear as I swing around on to his lap so he can fuck me, "didn't I tell you she likes big ones?" Slowly, he pushes upward and forces his cock in me. Even after a year, he still hurts me a little bit. I'm getting used it, but still the first minute or so feels like my lips are stretched to the limit and I'm being entered by a huge snake. My center is filled by the penetration. He's made himself well lubricated and soon my body is awash with familiar animal pleasure. Riding my father's cock like a hobby horse, Daddy's dick in me now feels as good as ever, maybe the best. I must ask him now, before we loose control. "Dad?" I whisper softly. He falls quiet and stops pushing to listen to me. "Humm?" "Dad, did you ever do this...did you ever do this...with another guy? "Humm?" ...did you ever, like, do this with Junior, huh?" Pause. There, I said it. I feel tension from his body immediately in my cunt and before he speaks I know the answer. We're quiet for awhile. "Well, Niki..." he exhales. "O Niki..." he sighs. He says my name several times and I can feel his cock softening in me. Then he continues in a matter of fact tone: "It's not something we decided to keep from you." There's another long pause while he lets this sink in. "Junior was in the seventh grade when he and another boy fooled around. They screwed each other's ass. It must have bothered him because he came to me to ask about it. He thought because he enjoyed it so much he was queer. "Who's the kid?" I ask. "Stephen. Remember him?" "Yeah, cute. He goes to Stuyvesant now." My father goes on to explain how he reassured my brother and told that he himself did the same with boys at around the same age as Junior, and that even in college Dad and his roommate used to relieve the tension of the day by jerking each other off, or sucking one another, and even fucking if they were aroused enough. "Wow" I think. All of this is a revelation to me. Dad sucking cock. Getting fucked by another boy. You tend to think your parents never had a sex life when they were kids, at least so I thought in my dad's case. We've got lots of pictures of him when he was a very cute 12 year old. I'm sure all the girls at school got wet panties over him. He goes on to tell me that he and junior had sex only a few times. The first time, Junior was sixteen. "Niki, you have no idea how attractive he was, all spermy and glowing and so full of beautiful life." What? Hello? I have to remind Dad that of course I know. I, too, was doing sex with him when he was sixteen. "Doesn't he have the most magnificent dick and balls?" my father exclaims proudly. What a family! I find it weird to be talking to my father about my brother this way. "I love his body," I hear myself say, "all that swimming." "Yeah, that's why his ass is so great." "I guess you know," I say in ironic tones. At this my dad blushes, the first time I seen him do so in years. "Well," he says, "we never decided to hide it from you. Your mother knows. I told her after the first time. I guess he had his own reasons for not telling you." I muse on this for awhile. I'm a little peeved that I wasn't in on this bit of family history but decide to tell my feelings later. Still, I wonder what other secret rooms in our relationships I might not know about. Now, one thing is clear to me: I want to be part of it. I want the three of us together. I want to see what they do, slut that I am. I coo in Dad's ear and nibble on his delicious earlobe, give his neck little bites again. He quickly gets as hard as before. Visions of the two males in my family having sex brings me off fast. Him too. I get off dad's rod just in time to watch him blast his magnificent sperm all over both of us. I look at the pearly drops on our skin and say quietly, "I came from that." Mom returns early Sunday. It's good to have her back. Dad and Junior are chipper all day and the three of us go out to dinner on 2nd Avenue while she recovers from jet lag. Over our fabulous dessert Dad gets all mysterious like and says that next weekend—late Friday— we'd all four of us be going to Martha's V, to our place, for a "special" three nights together. I get the point right away and it makes my pussy quiver, but Junior, slower, starts to protest he wants to make other plans. Our young attractive waitress comes just then with the check. She knows Dad's importance and gives him an elaborate display of charm which he just soaks up. During this flirtation and as Dad watches the cute ass of the waitress as she walks away, I murmur an aside to my brother: "Junior, the key word here is special. 'Special,' get it?" My brother's face lights up: "Oh!" Junior exclaims, "Sure, Yeah! I want to too." Done! The week drags. School starts to ramp up as our teachers pile on the work as if to justify the heavy tuition. No prob. I can handle it. Most of private school is all show anyway. Finally, on Friday I cut my last two classes (with permission), catch the limo waiting on us outside school, and head for the airport. In the car my brother chats me up about my classes and shares some new gossip, but nothing sensational. Going over the bridge, he claps his hands behind his head and scrunches further down into the glove soft leather. " 'shame Amanda can't go with us," he says, looking out over the river. "Yea, why?" "Well, this is going to be a "special" weekend, right?" The flight gets us down in time to have a fabulous lobster dinner at the Black Dog, after which we each crawl into our beds. I can't speak for the others, but I usually end my day by masturbating, and that's how I send myself off to dreamland. Dad had called ahead to Gus the caretaker to stock the refrigerator so next morning we have one of Dad's great breakfasts. Mom is in a great mood since she's in the middle of five days of comp time without any demands hanging over her. A rest cure she calls it. Later, we head out to the boat. It's a bright and sparkling day and after the early morning breeze dies down, pretty warm in the sun. As we clear the harbor articles of clothing are shed. Mom looks fabulous: her training and careful diet keep her trim and tight. We're all blessed with wonderful skin, she most of all. I study her womanly shape more carefully and realize how closely my figure follows hers. Men all over the United States see her on television and want to fuck her. They write her letters saying so. In just her sunglasses and pink thong she looks like a model, which in high school she once was, displaying teen fashions. Lucky Dad, lucky brother. After enough sun to maintain her tan, she throws on a turquoise shirt, which she doesn't button. I can see her beautiful tits all firm and pointy when the shirt falls open first on one side, then the other, following the motion of the boat. Junior's at the helm in just his Speedos, the "special" ones he can't wear at school. They're baby blue and too small for him, plus he's cut out the inner panel so the suit is so sheer it looks sprayed on. To be wearable at all his large cock has to rest in them sideways. His balls are nicely outlined. He might as well be naked: it'd be more comfortable! Not to be unduly modest, I've shed everything except baseball cap, sunglasses, and sneakers. Dad is below fixing drinks and when I go down to help him all he has on is a green polo shirt. The motion of the swell seems to have made him swell and his long dick swings very provocatively. In the cramped galley space I position myself in front of him and instantly I feel his dick nestle into my ass. Our family has never fucked on the boat (as far as I know) and I think how decadent it would be to do so. But since this is a "special" trip, some plan has been made for us so I'm not going to be the one to start anything: it might spoil the agenda. The rest of the sail is leisurely and erotic. I throw on a terry shorty and as we lounge and enjoy the drinks, letting the boat drift, my father tells a few smutty jokes, mom speculates on the sexual skills and physical assets of some of her on-air colleagues, both male and female. With a little bit of prompting from us, Junior tells of the sexual proclivities of his current bedmate, a girl at school named Jennifer; news: she likes to be tied down. I'm not surprised. It's always the sweet-looking Jennifers who have all these steamy kinky desires. I chip-in with a brief rundown of the romp of last weekend with Junior and Amanda, leaving out the last part. Its not until the evening, at home, that the "specialness" of this mini-vacation begins to unfold. We order seafood take-out in, and then have drinks out on the deck. Our place is so situated that 90 percent of the deck is private. We're naked as we usually are when here, and stretched out on comfy-cushiony deck chairs. The sun is way down low and that special summer light happens where all the colors glow, and anything white looks fluorescent. Magic. When Dad gets up to get more iced tea Mom asks for a refill also. He brings her a new glass but instead of taking it, she puts an arm around his waist and pulls him close. His back is to us but I see her head duck down and I know what she's doing. So it starts. We watch. Junior's dick is straight up and looks as hard as granite. My labia is swollen in no time and the tip of my clit is pushed out between my lips. "Handsome man getting his cock sucked by a beautiful woman" is all I can think. She's really good at it, too. Despite myself I compare notes. She's more active and works all sides, whereas I tend to work only on the head. Well, anyone's mouth on my dad's dick seems to please him. His body melts into a more fluid form. Mom motions to Junior to come near. I take Junior's vacated seat to see the action better. Mom rubs and massages and kneads her son's beautiful balls and ass. The two men's hands are not idle: Dad is rubbing his son's neck and shoulders and my brother has his around his own dick, squeezing. He makes fucking motions with his pelvis. Here we are. This is a first. All four of us. A new chapter in our family history. Mom is straddled over the foot of her lounger with her thighs spread open and I get closer by leaning on the cushion behind her. I slip my hands around her slender waist and nuzzle my cheek against hers. She's still sucking dad but now I'm close enough to take Junior into my mouth. I know my brother can pop his nut very fast so I go slow and easy on him wanting all this to last very long. Both men express their pleasure and approval with grunts and moans and slow sensual body language. The daylight is fading fast but there's enough candle light to take its place and bathe us in warm glow. I wonder if the camera will take good shots without the flash. I release Junior from my mouth and whisper into Mom's ear. "Tell Junior to suck him." She groans. I repeat my words, more insistently. "Tell him!" She takes Dad's dick out of her mouth and holding it at the base she "presents" it, saying to my brother: "Suck it. Suck his dick. Suck your father's cock." Now, you have to realize my brother is a very handsome dude, a star athlete and leading student desired by many girls at school, proud and used to having his way, so to see him do this, to see him fall to his knees and do as told is very exciting to me. Mom shows me how to increase Junior's pleasure. At her instruction I lubricate my middle finger and work it up into his ass carefully, but push as far as I can go, feeling for a glad that, if I stimulate it she says, will almost by itself cause a boy to orgasm. I sort of heard about this but wasn't sure it was true. I feel the part she means and my brother's reaction tells me its true. Mom hunches down in front of Junior's dick and opens her mouth just in time because I make Junior pop in moments this new way. Me and my mom's team work makes me feel very accomplished. Pleased with myself, I stretch out on the deck and see the last rays of daylight fade from the big puffy clouds over head. Then, they disappear all together because Mom gets over me on all fours and lowers her cunt an inch from my lips. To encourage me I feel her wet warm tongue on my clit, pushing against it insistently. I take a taste. Oh mom, you taste just like me. Your smell is so sweet. I came from you. You gave me life here between your legs. One of the others, I think my brother, tries to get his dick in her. She spreads and lifts more so he can, and I get a pillow pushed under my neck. Yes, it's brother dear. Now both her children are at the source. Fuck her, brother! Fuck her hard! I can taste and smell you both and it makes me wild. I hear mom moaning like and animal. Barely in control, she tells Dad to come around and put his dick in her mouth. I gets hard to say what happens now. A dream-like state starts to come over me. All four of us are connected. Connected for the first time. I could die happy right now. I see faces of girls and boys I know and I think smugly "See. You haven't done this." These thoughts then melt and all I feel are colors and shapes, and the most intense sensual experience energized by every nerve ending in my skin. I seem to loose the boundaries of my body and begin to merge with the three other beings, my family, seeing them and knowing what they are doing and thinking, and what they know inside. It's like I've become them and we're one being, one animal, not only members of a family but one sexual body with four sets of genitals. I know them now as they know themselves, their closest secrets and desires. Revealed to me in this unspoken way is knowledge that my father once raped a girl; that my mother likes to piss on the young men she fucks, that my brother sometimes likes give and feel pain when he has sex. Secrets like these. And my little secrets: what do they know of me? Do they know what I let that dog do to me? Do they know the sight of a horse's cock gets me so intensely aroused that's why I've never ridden? All I can do is list the things that are happening. My thoughts can no longer keep themselves too organized. They aren't really thoughts at all, just "things." Some very, very deep level of animal being is being entered. I lick my mother's cunt and feel like the infant I was emerging from that spot. She licks me as I use my tongue on my brother's ass. My father sucks Junior while Mom—it's really happening—fucks her son with a strap on. She gives it to me and I wear it, fucking her ass with it, then brother sucks it, and finally I fuck my father as he lay face down on the lounger. More, but I can't go on. I must to stop. The words for what we are doing are breaking up and slipping away. I don't know how anymore. All that remains is Unity. End Please let me know if you enjoyed this story. Your reaction to this one will encourage more. Julian - ba9ba9goodman@yahoo.com ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 42