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Our Son, The Porn Star Ch. 04

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When Ken, Ian, Christopher and I got back from our run in the woods, during which time we’d stopped off for some red hot incestuous gay sex, it was gone noon, proof indeed that time really does fly when you are enjoying yourself. We’d left Linda, Marion and Sally sleeping off the excesses of the previous night’s gangbang but as we trotted up the side of the house, it soon became obvious that the ladies were now wide awake and, furthermore, had been treating themselves to a nice little lesbian threesome in our absence.

Sure enough, as we stepped into the garden, there was my wife and Ken’s wife and daughter naked on the lawn, Linda on her hands and knees with Marion’s tongue deep in her asshole while Sally was treating her mother’s pussy to a nice long lick with her offspring tongue. I started to fondle my cock through my shorts and glanced at my son Christopher, whom many of you will know better as the current number one male porn actor Wayne Benton, and Ken and his son Ian and was pleased to see that they were doing the same. Notwithstanding that it was only an hour or so ago since we had all shot our loads over each other, with Christopher going a stage further and flooding out Ian’s asshole with his pornographic sperm, us men were raring to go again, our stamina and enthusiasm undaunted.

“Well,” I said, “looks like we can’t leave you fucking whores alone for long,” I said, smiling.

“Yeah,” said Ken, “who gave you sluts permission to start without us?”

“Don’t give me all that, Ken,” Linda replied. “I bet you lot haven’t only been out running, the amount of time you’ve been away.”

“What else would we be doing?” Ken said, smiling mischievously.

Marion removed her tongue from Linda’s asshole and smiled over her shoulder at us. “Shut the fuck up, wise guy,” she said, “we ain’t stupid. All of you,” she continued, her smile widening as her eyes took in all four of us groping ourselves through our shorts, “get those cocks and asses over here. Now!”

“Yeah,” breathed Linda, huskily, “then we’ll show you just how great us whores and sluts can be.”

Ian, Ken, Christopher and I quickly removed our bulge and bum hugging shorts, shugged off our boots and socks and moved naked over to the ladies, our hard-ons leading the way. Ken and Ian knelt down in front of Sally who spread her legs wider to take both her father and brother’s tongues simultaneously while Christopher and I moved round to get our cocks once again sucked by Linda.

“Wow, dad,” Ian said, his voice full of lust as his eyes took in the beauty of his sister’s fully exposed pussy, “hasn’t Sally got the most delicious-looking cunt?”

“Sure has,” Ken replied, as his eyes likewise admired his daughter’s womanhood, her clit fully on show through all the folds of her pussy skin, “my little sex kitten’s cunt is just begging for a nice long lick.”

Linda was sucking hard on our adult movie actor son’s cock as Ken and Ian’s heads dived in and they vied for position in Sally’s cunt with their hot wet masculine tongues. Both men were on their hands and knees, sticking their recently fucked asses in the air as they prodded the young vixen’s femininity. Marion went back to licking Linda’s asshole as Linda let Christopher’s cock fall out of her mouth and then his mother went to work on his massive balls. He’d emptied their contents inside Ian’s asshole earlier that day but I could see that they were already starting to bubble up with a fresh supply of his rich porn star cream.

“Here dad,” Christopher said, ever considerate to my needs as well as his own, “don’t stand there on the sidelines wanking. Come and have your cock sucked by mom.”

I smiled gratefully at my son as my wife went on slurping her talented tongue over Christopher’s sweaty nuts before taking the whole of his pink wrinkled scrotum into her mouth. As soon as she released the round ballsac into the atmosphere, I moved in and slid my fat rod deep into my wife’s mouth for some legitimate cocksucking. Meanwhile, Ian was still licking his sister’s pussy as Ken moved round behind his son and began to tongue the young man’s asshole. From being a dull morning earlier on, the sun was now high in the sky, beaming down on the naked flesh of the fully consenting blood-related adults, the sky blue and dotted here and there with little candyfloss clouds.

“What a load of fucking sex mad whores,” Christopher said, a smile of true happiness on his handsome face as his family and the Murchison clan sucked and licked as if they were discovering sex for the very first time. “I shouldn’t be the only porn star around here, you all ought to be doing it,” he continued. “You’re all fucking fantastic.”

Ken gave Christopher a thumbs up sign without breaking his rimming of his son’s asshole. Ian removed his tongue from Sally’s pussy and smiled over his shoulder at his father.

“Yeah, dad,” he said, lustily, “I love your daddy tongue up my tight fuck hole. Feels so fucking good.”

Sally needed to come up for air and relinquished kaynarca escort her tongue from her mother’s pussy and Marion likewise removed her tongue from Linda’s asshole and quickly maneouvred her sexed-up body from the sun lounge to get on her hands and knees next to Ken to watch her husband licking their son’s asshole. Linda started slurping on my nuts as she had done Christopher who moved round and slid his big infamous prick into Sally’s mouth. After the gangbang the night before, us men going gay with each other in the woods that morning and now a Saturday afternoon al fresco orgy, the weekend was shaping up into just about the horniest sleaziest get-together we have ever had …

2.

Ken removed his tongue from Ian’s asshole and he and Marion watched fascinated as their son, smiling at them over his shoulder, clasped his buns and spread them wide, showcasing his asshole to his parents. It was still red and sore-looking from the heavy pounding it had taken from my son’s prick when we were in the woods that morning and Ken and Marion whistled with excitement as their eyes took in the close-up pornographgic style view of Ian’s exposed fuck pit.

“Take a look at this, mom and dad,” Ian said and immediately began working his ass muscles in and out, stretching the long thin lines on the walls of his ass, his hole twitching immediately in front of his parents’ eyes. Christopher took his cock out of Sally’s mouth and led her by the hand to get a good look at the delightful asshole he had given all his attention to earlier while my wife went back to sucking my cock, the only action at that moment which would not be considered taboo by the more ignorant members of society.

Christopher peeled back his amazing porn star foreskin and Sally dropped to her knees and started to kiss and lick the head, lapping up the pre-cum that was seeping delightfully out of the porn star Wayne Benton’s piss slit. Marion and Ken were taking it in turn to rim Ian’s asshole while my hard membrane felt so good with Linda’s mouth wrapped tightly around it.

“That’s it, Sally,” I said, “suck my son’s cock as hard as you can. You know you fucking want to.”

Sally increased the pace of the suction, almost choking as she swallowed whole the head of the porn actor’s horse-like cock. Linda could see our son getting sucked out of the corners of her eyes as she continued to demonstrate her cocksucking prowess on me and both of us were once again filled with parental pride as Christopher soaked up the euphoria of Ken and Marion’s daughter’s expert blowjob.

“Sweetheart,” we all heard Marion say as she gave Ian’s ass cheeks a little pat, “that hole of yours looks really sore. Would you like mommy to kiss it better for you?”

“Oh yes, please, mom,” Ian readily agreed, “please make it better with your nice hot tongue.”

“That naughty porn star must have really given your ass a good seeing to,” Marion went on, adopting a mumsy voice, “I wish I had been there to see it.”

“He fucking well did, mom,” Ian replied, “and I enjoyed every mind-blowing second.”

“Don’t worry, Marion,” Christopher said, inbetween grunts, his cock still embedded deep in Sally’s mouth, “I’ll fuck that sex-mad son of yours again later and then you can sit back and watch him take my every inch of my big cock up his ass.”

“Like Sally’s doing with her hot little mouth,” Ken murmured.

“Come on, mom,” Ian begged, “make my ass better, like you said.”

Christopher pulled out of Sally’s mouth and Linda removed her mouth from my rock hard membrane and we moved round to watch Marion deliver the incestuous rimming. Ken, Christopher and I moved into position alongside each other and began wanking our cocks while Linda and Sally folded themselves into each other’s arms and began touching up each others tits as they watched.

Ian gasped as his mother’s tongue worked its way along the crack between his buns before sending its tip deep into his fuck box. Ken’s pride was and is as great as mine and Linda’s is for Christopher as he watched his wife rimming his son. He clapped and cheered as Ian grunted and groaned for more.

“One of you’s go and muffle his screams,” Ken said to Christopher and I, “I’m gonna go and get my cock sucked by that wife of yours, Alan.”

“Be my guest,” I said, “you know from all our past gangbangs just what a great cocksucker she is.”

“I sure do fucking know it,” Ken replied, “in fact, your wife has got to be one of the world’s greatest cock-sucking sluts of all time.”

“What a compliment, mate,” I said, really thrilled to hear Ken’s remarks and giving his ass a little pat. “She’s all yours.”

Christopher and I moved round in front of Ian and held our hard cocks aloft in our hands in front of hie face. As he opened his mouth and, somewhat surprisingly, took me inside first, I was expecting him to go for Christopher before me, Ken moved over to Linda and Sally who immediately got on their knees as Ken invited them to attend to his needs …

3.

Linda orhanlı escort was determined to prove once again that I was not wrong in mine and Ken’s compliments on her cocksucking skills and without a moment’s hesitation, she enveloped my best mate’s rigid pole in her superb mouth while Ken’s daughter Sally stuck out her tongue and went down on her father’s juicy balls. It was really great to see my wife sucking another man’s cock while his son was still hungrily sucking on mine.

“Aaaagh!” cried Ken, placing his left hand on Linda’s head and his right on Sally’s and drawing them in closer, both women making little gagging sounds as Ken pressed his body up against them, “feels so fucking good.”

Ken had his back to Christopher and I and was fully aware that my son and I were both ogling his tight naked ass. Mindful of Christopher’s consideration earlier when Linda was giving us her attention, I signalled with my eyes for him to replace me in Ian’s mouth. Ian had his eyes shut tight as his mother continued to display all her powers of concentration rimming his asshole and I doubt the young man even noticed the change of cock, even though Christopher’s porno prick is a tad longer and thicker than mine.

Marion removed her tongue from her son’s ass and gave his cheeks several little pats with the flat of her hand. “Does my sweetheart’s ass feel better now?” she asked, once again speaking in her clumsy mumsy voice.

“Much better, thanks mom,” Ian breathed, “but I could sure do with something nice and hard inside it again,” he added.

“I’ve got just the thing,” I said and, without saying anymore, I turned and went into the house.

“Where you going, dad?” Christopher asked.

At the door, I turned and tapped the side of my nose to tell my son to wait and see and then vanished upstairs. It took me only a few minutes to find the Wayne Benton strap-on Christopher had presented to his mother when he arrived home on Thursday and I hurried back outside with it clasped in my hand.

“What you got there?” Marion asked, now having a breather after a thorough rimming of Ian’s asshole, a rather stupied question, I thought but not voicing that opinion, since Ian’s mother would need to be blind not to notice what I was holding aloft in my hand.

“Christopher gave this to his mom,” I said, “it’s modelled on himself. Put it on, Marion, and let’s see you fuck your son’s ass with it.”

“Yeah, honey,” Ken said, his head swinging round over his shoulder while Linda and Sally continued their joint assault on his manhood, “he’s already been fucked by the real thing today.”

Marion took the strap-on from me and gave it a quick suck. “Mmm,” she said, “just as good as the real thing.”

“I doubt that,” I said. Honestly, Marion did come out with the most astonishing statements sometimes.

Ken was still enjoying being sucked and licked by Linda and Sally but he didn’t want to miss the almost hypnotic-like vision of his wife fucking his son. He hauled my wife and his daughter to their feet and led them over where they immediately dropped to their knees again and resumed their oral skills on my best male friend but with Ken in such a position that he could now watch the action without having to keep twisting his head over his shoulder. Ian was still sucking Christopher as Marion fixed the strap-on around her middle and moved forward and deftly began to insert it in her son’s asshole.

Again, I didn’t want to cum yet but the sight of Ian with my son’s cock in his mouth and the model of my son’s cock in his ass almost tipped me over the edge. Ken was grunting and groaning as Linda and Sally gave all their attention to his cock and balls but watching the spit-roasting of Ian out of the corners of their eyes. Christopher looked at me and smiled, a radiant smile that, if the sun wasn’t already shining, would have made it feel as if it had just decided to.

“Fucking fabulous, eh dad?” he said, “your mate’s son with my cock in his mouth and my cock in his ass at the same time.”

I had slowed down the pace of my wanking considerably as I agreed with Christopher about the awesome action taking place right in front of us. My son might be Wayne Benton, the world’s number one porn star, but I have to say that, great as he is on film, even porn movies pale into insignifance when you are heavily engaged in the real thing …

4.

With Christopher’s cock muffling Ian’s grunts of pleasure, Marion had now successfully worked the strap-on across her son’s pain barrier and was giving him everything she had. Her big tits swayed about as her face became drenched in sweat while Ian pushed his ass backwards and forwards to greet each and every powerful thrust. Ian was wanking his cock through his legs as every inch of the Wayne Benton strap-on was swallowed up by his all-conquering asshole while, at the other end of him, Wayne Benton’s real cock had similarly disappeared from view, gobbled up my Ian’s hungry mouth.

“You fucking whore, Marion,” Ken said, tepeören escort “fucking your own son’s asshole. I shall have to give you a good seeing to later.”

Marion’s grunting grew louder as Christopher pulled out of Ian’s mouth and Marion leaned forward across her son’s back to give my son’s cock a good suck too, without breaking her incredible pounding of Ian’s fuck hole. Ken, Linda and Sally had a perfect view of Marion’s bare feminine ass in all its naked beauty clenching and wobbling like mad as she plundered on inside Ian’s ass. Ken was so overcome with pride that he couldn’t control himself any longer and, seconds later, groaned as he squirted his cream over Linda and Sally’s faces and tits.

Marion transferred her mouth from Christopher’s cock to mine and gave me a great blowjob just as my wife had given her husband. Linda and Sally were smothered in liberal helpings of Ken’s spunk and I could see just what Christopher meant, each and everyone of us would be certain to make excellent porn movie actors.

Linda’s eyes, nose and mouth were an absolute mess as were Sally’s tits. Alongside me, Christopher was wanking furiously and I could sense that he was not far off cumming himself, as neither was I. Sure enough, seconds later, Christopher let out a loud groan, screwed up his eyes and rocked on his slim athletic legs as he blasted Ian in the face with a fresh supply of cream. I pulled out of Marion’s mouth and sent a similar load over her face and tits as she pulled the strap-on out of Ian’s ass and rolled over onto the grass, where she proceeded to play with her pussy.

Linda and Sally, still covered in Ken’s gooey sperm, moved across and Linda began sucking Marion’s tits while Sally dived her tongue into her mother’s pussy. Christopher, Ken and I were slowly starting to get our breaths back as Ian, his face still covered in Christopher’s cum, moved round in front of Marion, Linda and Sally and started again to wank his stiff pole in front of the ladies. Surprisingly, he had no difficulty walking, amazing when you think he’d taken my son’s cock up his ass in the morning and my son’s model of his cock up his ass from his mother in the afternoon. His asshole had been well and truly stretched and it looked like one or other of us would have to give him another rimming to relieve the soreness, the one his mother gave him earlier having been wasted when she fucked him with the strap-on.

The ladies were enjoying a string of orgasms as Ian stood in front of his mother, his legs almost giving way as he felt another sensational orgasm approaching. Ken’s eyes were riveted to his cum-smeared son about to discharge his own precious sex juice as he tugged hard on his long uncut cock. The wait was worth it for, a few moments later, Ian threw his head back, gave out a loud cry of sheer pleasure, and came in several thick hot reams all over his mother’s face and tits. Everyone applauded the expected yet sudden appearance of Ian’s spunk.

“Oh yes, sweetheart,” Marion said as she took each blast with maternal pride, the thick cream getting in her eyes and running down her nose to her chin. She opened her mouth and Ian aimed the last few spurts successfully into his mother’s mouth and Marion didn’t stop swallowing until she had taken every droplet.

The joy on Ian’s face and his pride in showing his mother his love for her and rewarding her for the tremedous fuck she had given him with the Wayne Benton strap-on with a rich lavish helping of his sex cream were obvious and a joy to behold by all of us. Even with his face still covered in Christopher’s spunk, his radiant smile somehow managed to shine through from underneath the porn star’s glossy wads.

Linda and Sally moved in and began to clean Marion’s face with their tongues, lapping up the salty masculine discharges from her temporarily disfigured face that Ian’s mother hadn’t manage to take into her stomach. When Marion was recognisable again, Ian stooped and took her head in his hands and kissed her lovingly on the lips.

“Thank you, sweetheart,” Marion said, licking Christopher’s sperm from Ian’s face when they finished snogging, “you’ve done your old mom really proud.”

“You ain’t old mom,” Ian said, “but you are a right fucking slut, aren’t you?”

“Yeah,” said Ken, proud beyond belief of his horny son and sex-mad wife, “what are you?”

“A right fucking slut,” Marion murmured, as she rolled over onto the grass alongside Linda and Sally and the three women started to get their breaths back.

“We’re all fucking sluts,” Christopher said, “and none of us would want to be anything else, would we?”

There was a general nodding of heads and murmuring of agreement at this consensus of opinion. Saturday morning and afternoon had been just the most wonderful experience in our shared sex lives so far – and there was still the evening to go …

5.

The afternoon wore on into evening when we called time on the proceedings for a moment or two and went into the house to freshen up and enjoy some refreshments. Being last in line as we trooped indoors, my mouth drooled as I ogled six pairs of naked male and female buttocks swaying along in front of me, the cheeks rising and falling as they climbed the three steps up onto the verandah.

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“Thanks for letting me hang out here for the weekend.”

“Oh yeah, no problem. It’s the least I could do since you watched Donny the last time I went out of town.” Kyle said referring to his Labrador.

Miranda clung to her overnight bag looking around her new environment. Gradually she took a few steps further into the living room and made mental notes of the exits as well as where the other rooms of importance were located.

“Here” Kyle said extending a hand toward her “I’ll show you back to the guest room and let you get settled in.” He took her bag and waved her down the hallway, taking a moment to look at the curve of her ass as she strutted through the narrow hall.

“This one?” Miranda said startling him

“Yeah, on the left. Sorry there’s no door, but we can put a sheet up for privacy. We had to take the door off to replace my brother’s down the hall until we could afford another.”

“Oh, no need for a sheet, I’ll just change in the bathroom.” Miranda walked toward the dresser, bending down to empty the contents of her overnight bag into the first drawer. She set her toiletries on the top of the dresser as well as a small alarm clock. Kyle quietly retreated but stopped in the hall to observe her as she undertook her task.

Funny that only a few months ago she had stayed with him and his wife as their live-in. He watched her day in and day out, secretly thinking of all he wanted to do to her. He was a good man though. He was never the type to stray from his wife even if she was frigid and unwilling. Well, now that Kyle and Laney had split he was a free man, but Miranda was such a sweet girl. He could only dream of being with her. Kyle sighed and walked to the living room.

“Ben will be here shortly, we’ll get dinner as soon as he comes in and gets changed.”

“Okay, it’ll be cool to meet your brother.” Miranda said muffled by the barrier of wall. She peeked her head around the corner “Tell me if this is too slutty.” Slowly a pale leg crossed the threshold; following suit was the well-proportioned form of Miranda. Her hair was up in a loose bun allowing tendrils of rogue hairs to fall around her face and down her neck. Only spaghetti straps graced her creamy shoulders, flowing down to become a simple, short, formfitting black dress. The mounds of her D cup breasts nearly threatened to topple from the top of the simple piece of fabric.

Kyle gawked for a moment “No! I mean, it’s not slutty y-you look” he stammered “You look amazing.”

Miranda gave a light blush and hid her face. “Glad you like it. Want to hear something funny?”

Kyle lifted a brow curiously “Sure.”

“I used to have a crush on you. I’d even wear my best nighties when I lived with you, just in case you happened to see me in the evenings.” She brushed a hair over her ear. The simplicity and the innocence of the movement were arousing, and her confession, caused Kyle’s cock to stir.

“Really? Used to?” He cleared his throat and gave a sly grin. “You going to wear shoes tonight or do I need to carry you around?”

Miranda laughed, it was a thick velvety sound that caused his groin to throb.

“Well, mardin escort I couldn’t tell you I had a crush now, it just wouldn’t be done. And yes, I’m going to wear shoes but first I’m going to get a glass of water.”

Kyle followed Miranda into the kitchen waiting to see which cabinet she would assume the glasses were in. She stood on her tip toes, her small amply endowed frame a mere 5’1, reaching for the first cabinet to the right of the sink. He smiled to himself before stepping up behind her almost touching, taking her hand and moving it one cabinet over. Miranda nearly reached the knob but lost her balance. Kyle caught her swiftly turning her to face him. Something about the way Miranda’s breathing changed, the way her eyes looked him over, caused his cock to harden. Miranda licked her lips as she looked down the length of his body, to the area where his now ridged member grazed her bellybutton.

“Guess I’m not the only one with a crush.” She swallowed, returning his gaze.

“Yeah…um, sorry.” Kyle started to pull away and excuse himself but Miranda held him to her.

“It’s okay you know. I’m here, you’re here…we want each other.” Miranda smiled slyly taking Kyle’s hand and putting it between her thighs. His fingers met the satiny fabric of her panties, his eyes widening at the dampness he felt. “See?” She whispered.

All at once Kyle’s defenses fell, his cock stood hard and ready. God she smelt so good. Her dampness and firm body beckoned him. He picked her up setting her on the countertop with some force, his knelt putting his face between her thighs taking in the scent of her. The feeling of her hands along the back of his freshly cut hair had him tugging at the string of her satin thong. He fought with it a moment before Miranda put her hands on the counter lifting herself just enough for him to win the battle. He looked up at her as she set herself back down and leaned into his ear. “Fuck me, please.” She whispered. The raspy need in her voice over took him.

He picked her up and moved to the kitchen table with her legs wrapped around him. He put her down angled across the corner of the table. Her hands unbelted his pants during the move, startling him with the realization that he no longer needed to undo his jeans. He hastily pulled them down, kicking them off with one quick thought of ‘Thank god I wasn’t wearing shoes either’.

Miranda reached for his cock, caressing the tip of him. She used her ankle to hook him behind his buttock and pull him toward her. Her mouth parted and he knew what she wanted. She laid a simple kiss upon the head of his prick, proceeding to taste him. Her tongue swirled around his head and teased his hole; she made long lavishing strokes down his shaft then took him hungrily into her mouth. The velocity at which she moved surprised him. His knees buckled as he gave over to the feeling of her heat. Miranda positioned herself up on one elbow reaching for Kyle’s hand with her free arm. She put his hand on the back of her head, pausing a moment to look up at him, her eyes giving him a long look with a slow van escort nod, she resumed sucking him. Her tongue never faltered in twisting along him in every inch she took in of him. He took her cue and grasped the loose bun pushing her down and controlling the depth of her taking. His breathing became ragged as he neared his end, his arm swiftly pumping her up and down his shaft like a mad man. She struggled a few times digging her nails into his ass as she gagged. He pulled himself back out of her reach leaving her void.

Miranda looked at Kyle, her eyes wild, her breathing erratic. She lay back over the table, letting her hand move over her body spreading her legs to show him how much she yearned for him. Her pussy was shaven, engorged and the perfect shade of pinky brown. Still closed even though she was spread eagle let him know she was tight. Her juices leaked onto the table as her fingertip felt for her clit. She gasped letting her eyes flutter shut.

Kyle stood astonished at the sight. The woman he fantasized about was here, gave him head and was now playing with herself in front of him on the kitchen table. The whole ordeal was overwhelming and the throb of his prick brought him back from the surreal images dancing around in his mind. He moved to the table pulling her to the edge of the table and rubbing the head of his cock against her slickness. She moaned under him, struggling to move closer and take his cock into her. Kyle could feel the heat of her pussy like a breath on his dick, but wanting to tease her more he smiled to himself leaning over her and kissing her navel. Miranda’s back arched at the sensation, her hand gripping the edge of the table as he trailed his tongue down the artful V of her body. He licked around her, teasing her, placing gentle bites on her thighs causing her to groan and beg under her breath. He laid his tongue out flat against her giving her a once over. He tapped her clit with his tongue then sucked it in between his teeth, showing her no mercy as she grasped the back of his head and yelped. His tongue flicked over and over against the firm button of her aching center, while taking two fingers and sliding them into her. She bucked at the sensation causing the table to shudder. Her whimpers nearly too much, causing him to stretch tight against his own skin. Kyle felt his pre-cum drop against his thigh, as he let out a groan into her shaven muff.

“Front Door” said an automated voice.

“Uh…Kyle?” followed a male voice.

“Shit!” Kyle breathed.

Kyle started to lean and pull his pants up but Miranda held him to her, giving him a shake of her head. “No, no, no…please.” She whimpered giving the strange new man one look and nothing more.

“Ben, I uh…”

“It’s cool bro. Continue, can’t leave her wanting.” Ben smirked taking his shirt off and throwing it into the nearby hamper of the utility area.

Miranda flexed under Kyle bringing his attention back to her. A bit confused, Kyle faltered but leaned to continue, hearing Ben leave the room. Miranda moaned greedily reaching for Kyle in any way she could. Kyle’s cock ankara escort swelled again and he took the initiative. Putting the head of himself against her swollen pussy, he wrapped his arms under her thighs and slammed into her. Miranda yelped, a sound that surely the neighbors heard but he no longer cared. He pushed and pulled her over his thick cock as if she were a rag doll. Miranda bucked and squealed grasping the edges of the table and arching her back. For a moment, she stilled. Kyle followed her eyes across the kitchen to the doorway where his brother stood watching. Kyle looked back to Miranda; she gazed at his brother oddly, before licking her lips and smiling.

“Kyle?” Ben murmured his cock pressing obviously against the slacks he was wearing.

“Ben…” Kyle puzzled.

“Yes.” Miranda said nodding. “Yes please.”

Ben stood still exchanging a look with Kyle before moving toward the edge of the table. “Let me watch.” He said his face emotionless and unreadable.

Kyle picked up as if nothing happened. The rate that he slammed Miranda over his cock forced the sound of slapping flesh to echo through the room. Miranda appeared near tears, her body flailing lost to the moment. Ben stood by stroking himself watching the anomaly on his kitchen table. He moved his slacks down over his hips leaving himself nude, as he lay back against the bar. He watched his little brother fucking the girl he’d only heard stories of as he used his hand, pretending it were her. Ben let out a moan that got the couple’s attention. Miranda reached out to and pulled him toward the table. She gave Kyle a look before pulling her legs up and pushing him away with her feet. He looked at Ben with a smirk and a nod. “Go ahead.”

Ben didn’t ask questions. He merely stated “off the table”. Miranda did as instructed on wobbly legs to have him forcefully turned her and lean her over the table corner. He stuck the head of his cock in her soaked hole beginning to pound away ruthlessly. He looked to his brother and nodded as Miranda cried out into the table. Kyle took a place in front of Miranda putting his dick to her lips. “Suck.” Ben said firmly, taking her bun in one hand, forcing her mouth over the length of Kyle’s swollen cock. Ben quickly found rhythm pounding into her while forcing her up and down his brother’s cock. The sensation was astounding. Miranda’s quivering slit tightened and released around his throbbing pole as he swelled for release.

“Fuck Kyle, I’m coming!” the elder brother rasped.

Miranda cried out over Kyle’s cock as her pussy clenched and rained over Ben’s thickness. He grabbed her head and pushed her down Kyle’s length watching him spasm as the woman on his cock quivered and choked, causing her slick spurting pussy to convulse around him, taking him for everything he had.

The world seemed to stand still as Ben released his grip on the woman. Kyle took a step back, looking Miranda over as his brother pulled out, dripping their mixed juices all over the floor. Miranda remained bent over, her eyes closed and her breathing shallow. Slowly the world seemed to come to its senses. Kyle helped Miranda stand up watching her in awe as her eyes fluttered open. Ben quietly leaned against the table, watching.

“Miranda, this is my brother, Ben.” Kyle smiled giving the introduction.

Miranda smiled offering a dainty hand “It’s nice to meet you.”

“Likewise,” Ben grinned giving her a firm handshake.

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