FAMILY DEBT - PART 23
John's View
Tom dropped me off outside my house, and I more or less staggered up the front drive with just about everything sore and aching. Steve had stayed in the car, and was going on with his grandfather. He had said he was too tired to go to any dinner party, and Tom had told him that he could come on to his place and have a shower and a rest. I think that really Steve was just unwilling to face his Mum and his sister after what had just been happening, and I couldn't blame him for that. It's quite a shock to find that you have desires like that buried deep inside you, and no doubt he could do with some down time to get himself adjusted to it.
As for me, at that moment I was probably the happiest and most content I hade even been in my life.
I opened up the door, and was confronted by my wife, Claire, stark naked and bent over pulling aides her arse cheeks to display herself to two boys sitting on the sofa. Both had their cocks out wanking. I recognised them as friends of Dawn's from her school - from their faces, rather than their cocks. Ands there was Dawn herself, standing beside her mother. She grinned when she saw me enter.
"And here's Daddy to join in the family fun," she said. "Boys, you've seen what a slut my mother is, but Daddy here beats her hands down. He gets off on stealing my dirty underwear and wearing it, and being fucked by other man. Don't you, Daddy?"
She looked me straight in the eye. "Yes," I said quietly. "Yes, Mistress," I added quickly when her look turned harder.
"Good boy. Now show my friends your cock."
I turned towards the boys. They had looked quite terrified when I had walked in, but the expressions of fear had now transformed into smirks. They watched me as I unzipped my trousers and pulled out my limp cock. I let it hang there as one of them laughed.
"He really wears your dirty knickers?" he asked Dawn.
"Wears them," she answered. "Sniffs them. Licks them. Don't you, Daddy?"
"Yes, Mistress," I said as I stood there at the behest of my daughter showing my cock to two teenaged boys, the parents of both whom I knew socially.
"And he's queer?" the same one asked.
I remembered his name now. Peter. His father was an accountant, and I'd played golf with him a few times. His mother was something of a flirt, a bored housewife with too much time on her hands. She and Claire moved in the same circles. The other lad was Tristan. I'd met his parents at PTA meetings and school functions, but didn't know them well. It looked, though, as if their son was getting to know me a bit too well. He wasn't as loud as his friend, but there was a look in his eye as he looked from me to Claire that suggested that he was seeing much more in this situation. They do say that the quiet ones are the worst, or the best depending on your point of view.
"As bent as a nine quid note," Dawn said. "Last night I watched my brother fuck his face while I rammed a dildo up his arse. My Dad's that is, not my brother's."
"Bloody hell, Dawn!" Peter said. "Your parents are a lot more fun than mine are."
Dawn laughed. "You never know, Pete," she said. "You never know till you try. Fancy fucking your Mum, do you?"
He leered back at her. "I want to fuck yours," he said.
"Can I have a feel?" Tristan asked, speaking for the first time.
"Of my Mum?" Dawn asked him.
"Of both of them," he answered.
She smiled and waved a hand at us in invitation. "Of course you can, Tristan," she said. "Be my guest."
He came to me first, walking across the room with his erection swaying in front of him. Stood looking at me for a moment, inspecting me, and then grabbed hold of my cock. He squeezed it between his fingers, making it instantly start to grow. When it was hard, he took his own and rubbed it along the top of mine.
"Looks like your Dad isn't the only fag around here," Pete said.
"Shut up, Pete," Dawn told him sharply, and he subsided in an instant.
"Can I fuck him?" he asked Dawn.
"Sure," she said, as casually as if he were asking permission to use her pen.
"Your Mum should watch," he said.
"Of course," Dawn answered.
He took hold of my cock again and used it to lead me to the sofa, next to Pete who quickly got out of the way. Tristan pushed me face forward onto it, so that my back was arched and my arse sticking out. As he reached around me to undo my trousers and pull them down, Dawn brought Claire into my eye line. We'd been married a long time and I thought I knew her well, but never had I seen that gleam in her eye before that was there now as she watched the young boy readying to violate her husband arse. And then I saw a matching gleam in Dawn's.
Dawn's panties that I had been wearing this morning had disappeared somewhere at the office, so I was wearing nothing underneath my trousers. Tristan bent down to look at me, separating my cheeks with his fingers.
"He's already been fucked recently," he said. "And more than once."
"Granddad took him down the park," Dawn told him. "To the gay clearing."
Tristan stood up straight again. I glanced back to see him taking a packet of condoms out of his pocket and extracting one.
"Do you always go about prepared, Tristan?" Dawn asked him.
"I was a boy scout," he answered, chuckling. "You learn to be prepared with some of those scout masters."
I looked back at Claire. She caught my look and smiled. "You're going to get your arse fucked, John," she said. "Just like I had mine fucked earlier. Me by some stranger off the street, and you by one of your daughter's friends. And I'm going to be watching him ram his big cock up your arsehole, fuck it like a woman's cunt. Watch and love it. Seeing you treated like the sissy bitch that you are."
Funnily enough, it was the language that really shocked me. After all that had been happening, and with my wife standing stark naked and next to my daughter as they waited for this boy to fuck my arse, It was the language that left me wide- eyed. It was hearing it from Claire's prim lips, which for all our time together had even hesitated over willy and bottom. I wondered if Samantha fully understood what a floodgate she had opened.
"Fuck him hard," Claire was saying to Tristan. "Rape his faggot arse for him. Show the cock-sucking bastard what it's like to be really fucked."
I felt pressure on my anus, and then all of a sudden he was inside of me.
Samantha's View
I ran my eye down the list, checking of the names of those whom I had rung and who had been available. It was good mixture, and Kathryn and Louise had taken a lot of pleasure in helping me pick out the best for the purpose from our perverted little circle. Dad had phoned to say he wouldn't be able to come, and neither would Steve. I did wonder about that, but it did leave more room for those who would be tasting my sister's degradation for the first time.
And it was quite a bunch. There was the minister from Claire's church. He was a doddery old fool who couldn't get it up half the term, but he was perfect for this. Claire would simply die of embarrassment when she saw him sitting there, and die all over again when I let the old reprobate feel her up. And there was the biggest client of Dad's and John's company, whom John was always nagging Claire to be nice to. Well, tonight she could be extra nice to him. And his wife and daughter, who would also be coming. Next, and this was particularly Kathryn's idea, there was a teacher from their school who taught both Steve and Dawn. He would be bringing his mousey-looking wife, who was anything but mousey when she let her hair down, and was also a teacher and worked part-time at the school. Finally, and this one was my idea, there was an old flame of Claire's from college days, along with his very beautiful wife. Claire had always told me that she had dumped him, but he had long ago revealed to me, when we were in bed together in fact, that he had left her because she refused to contemplate anything but the missionary position and told him that he was sick because he wanted oral sex. He had been her first proper boyfriend, and tonight she was going to find out what she missed out on. And, of course, there would be Kay.
I put down the list and padded through to the kitchen. I was still naked from where the girls had stripped me, but few windows in the house were overlooked. None of us wore clothes very much around the house, which is probably why very little ever got done. Just too tempting, and so much more pleasurable then dusting and hovering.
Pouring myself a soft drink, I find myself thinking about Claire. I had detested my big sister as long as I could remember. Her prim and proper manner, her disapproval of everything and everyone who didn't meet her exacting standards, her coldness. When dad came to me with his suspicions, and I confirmed them and so much more by hacking into my brother-in-law's computers, I thought my time had finally come. Sweet revenge fort all those slights and years of disapproval. And at the beginning, so it had been. But now? Now I had looked deep into my sister and found so much more than she ever showed on the surface. I'd actually done her a favour, letting her out of her self-imposed cage, and I didn't mind at all. I was glad, even. I was actually starting to like the bitch.
I went looking for my daughters, and inevitably found them in their bedroom enjoying each other's bodies. Kathryn was on her back on their big double bed with her legs open and her sister between them with her face buried between her thighs.
"Hello, Mum," Kathryn greeted me lazily. "All sorted?"
"All done," I said, my eyes running down their conjoined bodies. Louise's pert little arse looked so inviting. I put a foot on one tight buttock, prodding her with my toes. My excuse was getting her attention, but it also felt very good. "We have a lot to do. No time for fun until the fun begins."
Louise lifted her face to me, grinning with her face glistening from her sister's juices. "Don't be such a prune, Mum," she said. "There's nothing to do. We can get takeaway."
"For a dinner party?"
"You really think they're going to be taking any notice of the food?" she asked as she returned once more to her efforts on her sister.
It was a good point. I got down on my knees behind Louise and pulled apart those perfect arse cheeks to reveal her sweet little puckered hole. Lowering my face to it, I licked delicately around the rim. Hearing her muffled sigh, I plunged my tongue into her hole and lost myself to the pleasure of tonguing out her arsehole.
Tom's View.
While Steve showered I phoned Samantha and then settled down with a scotch to wait for him to finish. I'd been tempted to watch him showering, but figured he needed a little space and solitude to think after the afternoon he had had. I'd left him a robe for afterwards, but when he came down he was naked. He stood there in the doorway, smiling shyly and looking at me.
"That feel better?" I asked.
"It was great," he said.. "You should have joined me."
I shrugged at that, not quite knowing what to say. He came over and sat on the floor by my knees, resting a hand on my thigh.
"Did you phone Aunt Samantha?" he asked.
I nodded. "She's fine with it," I said. "You can relax for the evening. How are you feeling, Steve?"
"Pretty good," he said, smiling again.
I reached out and stroked his still-damp hair. He laid his head in my lap, and I felt his fingers opening up my flies.
"There's no need for that, Steve," I said. "I told you, you can relax for the evening. Just please yourself."
"I a\m pleasing myself, Granddad," he said, extracting my cock from my trousers.
He closed his lips over the head, and I immediately felt myself growing. He held it in his hand as he took it out of his mouth and looked up at me.
"I've been fucked hard, Granddad," he said. "Now I want to know what it's like to be fucked gentle. Will you take me to bed?"
I stroked his head again as he once more took me into his hot wet mouth. "Of course I will, Steve," I said.