Date: Sat, 3 Dec 2005 09:16:28 -0700
From: Cornhusker Fan <crnhskrfn77@comcast.net>
Subject: Municipal Pool part 18

If you aren't supposed to read this due to the laws in your area, then what
are you doing here?  If you don't like stories of this type, why would you
click on Nifty in the first place?  Hopefully you will enjoy chapter 18 if
you choose to stay.  Oh, and yes, this is all fantasy!

(Please use caution when reading - cum can really fuck up a keyboard.)

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First of all, I want to apologize for a couple of errors.  They are as follows:
Correction from chapter 1 - Jory's Girlfriend is mentioned by the name of
Rachel.  This is incorrect - her name is Janine.

Also - Jory says his girlfriend has sucked him off and he has felt up her
tits - not true at that time!

Correction from chapter 5 - Claire is said to have a shaved pussy.  Not
true, at least not yet!

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When I had given Jory his first assignment, that of seeing how many people
he could entice to let him blow them in the locker room in one day, he
ended up getting a blowjob of his own.  It was a 40-year-old man named Jim,
who is vice-president of a local bank, as well as being a county
commissioner.  I have since learned he has further political ambitions.  I
decided to ask him to stop up to the office for a chat.

I went down to the pool area.  Jim was relaxing on one of the chaise
lounges scattered around the pool, and I walked over to him.

"Excuse me, you're Jim Larsen aren't you?"

"I am.  Have we met?"

"No sir, not previously.  My name is Mike.  I purchased the pool from the
city this spring."

Jim stood and extended his hand.  "Nice to meet you Mike."

"And you Jim.  Just wanted to introduce myself.  It's always good to know a
banker!"

"Stop by my office sometime Mike.  Maybe we can talk about refinancing the
loan on the pool.  Would love to steal your business away from my
competitor," he said, laughing.

"Actually, I was going to ask you to stop up to my office.  I can offer you
a cold beer."

"I don't think the kids would miss me if I slipped off for a cold one.
Let's go Mike."

He probably assumed I wanted to talk banking with him.  He was in for a
rude awakening.

We headed up to the office, and I offered him a seat.  "Take a load off
Jim.  Make yourself comfortable there on the sofa, and I'll grab a couple
of cold ones."

"Man Mike.  This is one hell of an office!  I don't have anything near as
large or well furnished, and I'm the VP of the damn bank."

I laughed.  "Yeah, but you don't spend about 12 hours at the bank, usually
7 days a week.  I just figure if I am going to spend that much time here, I
might as well be comfortable."

"Don't you even take a day off Mike?  Surely someone could hold down the
fort for you once in a while."

"I've got some great employee's Jim, and they have watched over things for
me a couple of times.  But I really enjoy being here.  And besides, as a
new business owner, I like to keep my finger on the pulse, you know?"

"I hear you Mike.  You probably know everything that goes on around here."

"Everything Jim.  Every detail.  It's the only way to get what I want out
of having this place."

"I like your attitude.  Man this beer tastes great.  I don't know when
we've had such a heat wave."

"Well, it's good for business, that's for sure.  I see you brought your 3
kids to the pool today."

"You think they would let me come to pool without them?  Hardly Mike."

"Did your wife come today too?"

"I lost my wife 2 years ago in a car accident Mike.  A snowy road, a sharp
curve.  Nobody's fault, you know?"

"I'm sorry Jim.  I had no idea.  So you're raising 3 kids on your own.  How
old are they?"

"Well my boys, twins, are 15.  Kirk, named for my Grandfather, and William,
or Billy as he goes by, named for my wife's Father.  My daughter, Kristie,
is 13."

"Fine looking kids Jim.  I don't know how you do it - raising them on your
own, bank VP, county commissioner.  And I understand you want to move on in
the political arena."

"I do.  I've given it a lot of thought.  The kids are getting old enough
now, that if I can move up in the party, it won't be a great burden on
them.  I think I have a good chance of getting elected Mayor next year.
But I'll have to make quite an impression to attract the bigwigs in the
party.  I'd like to move on to governor one day.  I hope I can count on
your vote!"

"Well, I think we have some similar tastes and attitudes.  I imagine I'll
be supporting you."

"Good to hear Mike.  I'm going to be looking for support when we start the
campaign."

"Is Governor a reasonable goal, coming from a semi small city?"

"According to some insiders, it might not even stop there."

"Very impressive.  I hope nothing gets in your way."

"Me too Mike.  I've made a few mistakes in my life, but I don't think there
any skeletons that will cause any big problems."

"Let me get you another beer Jim.  I want you opinion on something."

As I walked to the kitchen, Jim called after me.  "Political or financial?"

"You know it could fit into either category, or both, or neither.  I guess
it all depends on your point of view."

"Now you've intrigued me."

I handed Jim his beer and opened my own.  "Watch this and tell me what
category you think it falls in Jim."  I hit the buttons on the remote, and
the scene in the shower of the Men's locker room began to play out, showing
quite clearly our future Governor sucking off 14-year-old Jory.  Jim's beer
slipped out of his hand and landed on the carpet.

"Turn it off Mike."

"You don't want to see the exciting conclusion, where you swallow down his
load of teenage cum?"

"Shut the fucking thing off."

I hit the stop button.

Jim sat there a minute, staring at the blank TV screen.  Finally he turned
to me with a look that would have scorched a cactus.

"How much Mike?"

"How much what Jim?"

"How much money to make this go away?"

"I don't want your money Jim.  Hell, I thought we were starting to become
friends."

"I don't usually count blackmailers among my friends."

"Now that hurts Jim.  Have I asked for a single thing?"

"Not yet.  But I doubt you called me up here to show me my own private
version of kiddie porn because you were bored.  So how much do you want?"

"I already told you.  I don't want your money Jim, even though I know you
inherited a shit pot full of it."

"Then what?  Maybe some special zoning?  A way around some permits?  What
in the hell do you want?"

"Nothing like that Jim.  Believe me."

"I haven't got all day Mike.  Just tell me what you want and let's get this
over with."

"Actually, I thought I might offer you something first."

"Like what?"

"Oh, like another opportunity to suck that boy off.  Or have him suck your
cock for you."

If I thought Jim was floored when he saw the video, it was nothing compared
to what my last statement did to him.  If he had been drinking his beer, he
would surely have choked.  While he sat there in dumb silence, I went and
got a towel to wipe up the beer he had spilled.  And I brought him a fresh
beer.  I can be a nice guy, you know.

"Why would you make such an offer Mike?"

"A couple of reasons.  You appeared to enjoy it, and I like to take care of
my friends.  And you do have something I want.  Well, 3 somethings
actually."

"What in the hell are you talking about?"

"Kirk, Billy, and Kristie.  That's what I'm talking about."

"What about them?"

"That's what I want in exchange for you keeping your future.  Or for that
matter, out of prison."

"Go fuck yourself Mike."

"Well I would but to be honest, my dick really isn't long enough to do
that.  I don't want to take them away from you or anything Jim. I just want
to borrow them for a couple of hours at a time."

"What in the fuck do you mean?"

I couldn't believe a man this dense wanted to be Governor.  "I want to fuck
them Jim.  I want to suck on the boy's cocks and eat out your daughter's
pussy.  I may want some friends to enjoy them, but who knows.  That's what
I want Jim."

Jim's face got so red I thought he might have a stroke right there.  "You
miserable piece of crap.  If you think I would let you so much as look at
one of them, you're crazy.  I ought to just kill you right now and get it
over with."

"Oh settle down Jim.  Here's the way I see it.  You have 3 options.  Option
1, which I frankly hadn't thought of before is for you to kill me.  You go
to prison; the kids end up in some strange foster family.  Now, this would
not be my first choice for obvious reasons, but you're a big man, and if
that's your choice, I doubt I will be able to stop you.  Second choice is
easy.  You walk out of here, gather up your 3 younguns and head home.  I
e-mail your video to the press anonymously, and your career is over, you go
to prison to be Bubba's sweet bitch, and the kids go to those same foster
homes.  Oh, by the way, I have checked.  You don't have a living sibling,
uncle, aunt, parent, or cousin to help raise these kids."

"Your third option seems the most logical.  You explain to the kids that
you did something that I know about.  You can tell them what it is, or not,
your choice.  You explain the consequences to them for both yourself and
them if the information got out.  How all four of your lives would be
ruined.  And how they can keep that from happening by doing everything I
say.  The other benefits of this option include fun for you with more boys,
or girls if you like, fun for me, and when you think about it, fun for the
kids.  Hell, I'll bet you were fooling around when you were their age."

"You know, if I go down, you go down with me.  The cops will be all over
this place in 5 minutes, and you and I might get adjoining cells."

"I understand that Jim.  I've known all along that this couldn't last.
I'll probably end up in prison some day because something will go wrong
with all this.  But I'll go having had the best damn time of my life.  So
what's it going to be Jim?  Are you going to fuck up your life and the
lives of your three kids over one little mistake?  Or do you want to take
option 3, and enjoy life to it's fullest?"

"You forgot option 4 Mike.  The option where I kill you, cover it up or
better yet, pin the blame on someone else, take your fucking DVD with me
after I erase all your computer files, and live out my dream?"

"That would be a good fourth option for you Jim.  Except for one thing.  I
have a couple of friend who have copies of all those DVD's.  If anything
happens to me, they are sending them all to the authorities.  So you would
still be screwed."

"Fuck, fuck, fuck.  You should have gone into politics Mike.  You cover all
the angles."

"One has to be careful when one enjoys things that society cringes about.
Oh, and I forgot option 5 Jim.  You may like it even more."

"I'm sure it will be wonderful.  What is option 5?"

"When you bring the kids up, you stay and participate.  You just tell them
I am forcing you to participate in sex with them."

"You are one sick son of a bitch aren't you?"

"Why do you say that?  You enjoyed sucking Jory off.  Your boys are only a
year older.  Wouldn't you like to taste them too?"

I could see in his hesitation he hadn't considered this option and it was
intriguing to him.  The thought of sucking off his sons had obviously gone
through his head before.

"You're liking option 5 Jim.  I can see it in your face.  Hell, we could
even set it up where we tell them you have to have sex with them once a
week and film it for me to keep me from ratting you out.  Then you would
get it regularly with your hot kids."

"Jim, let me show you something else that might entice you."  I hit play on
the DVD player and skipped around through a few chapters, showing some of
the hot locker room and office sessions, a sampling here and there.
Glancing at his crotch, I could see his swimsuit tenting out.  I hit stop
on the remote.

"Enough talk Jim.  You know you want it.  I can see it in your face.  I can
see it from the way your cock is so hard and bulging in your swim trunks.
Why don't I just call down to one of my lifeguards and have them send your
kids up?"

"I can't believe I'm saying this, but yes Mike, go ahead and call the
lifeguard.  I might as well take the only good option you gave me."

"That's the way Jim.  I'd offer you another beer to celebrate, but it might
be kind of hard to convince the kids that you are being forced into
something if they see you sitting here having a high old time.  And that
brings up something else.  You have to be a good actor to pull this off.
You know, full of remorse, a few tears would help.  Can you do that?"

"Yeah Mike, I can do that.  I'll think about my wife's accident, that
usually brings on a few tears."

"Good.  And one other thing Jim.  When the time comes, today, or later, I
get to take your daughter's cherry and that of at least one of the boys.
This is non-negotiable."

"Agreed, you bastard."

I took the beer cans and got rid of them, and got some mints to cover the
beer on our breath.  I looked out and saw that Claire was at lifeguard
station 1.  I called down to her and asked to send up the councilman's
children.  She started to ask why, but I cut her off.  "You know better
than to ask questions Claire."

"Sorry Mike.  You want me to escort them up?"

I laughed.  "Not this time Claire.  But nice try."

"Ok Mike.  I'll send them up in a minute."

I walked back over and stood by Jim.  I could see his boner hadn't gone
away.  "Jim, if you don't get that thing down before they get hear, you are
going to have to stay kind of bent over to hide it, as if the agony of the
situation was bringing you real pain."

"I didn't think of that Mike."

"Better yet.  It will take Claire a couple of minutes to round up your kids
and send them up here.  Run in to my bathroom and take a quick shower - as
cold as you can stand it, then get back out here.  That ought to do the
trick.  And keep your hair and trunks dry.  They would wonder why they were
wet when you've been up here for so long.  Go man."

Jim hurried into the bathroom, and I got another towel and some air
freshener to get rid of the last of the evidence of Jim's spilled beer.  He
came back out just as I finished up.

"That was fucking cold man!"

I just laughed at him.  Just then there was a knock on the door.  "Show
time Jim."

Jim sat down on the couch and put his head in his hands, doing his best to
look like a man under incredible strain.  I opened the door and let the
kids in.

"Hi kids, I'm Mike.  I own the pool."

Just then they spotted their dad, looking quite forlorn.  They rushed to
his side.

"Dad, what's wrong?" asked Kirk.

Kristie chimed in.  "Are you ok daddy?"

"Your dad's just a little upset right now kids.  Please sit down.  We need
to talk to you."

The three kids sat on the sofa with their dad.

"Jim, do you want to start, or shall I?"

Jim had worked up a couple of tears that were rolling down his cheeks.  He
just shook his head as if he couldn't bear to speak just yet.  Damn, he's
good.

"You see kids, it's like this.  Your Dad here made kind of a mistake.  A
mistake bad enough that it could cause a lot of problems for him.  If
anyone found out, your Dad would go to prison for the rest of his life."

Billy spoke up.  "That can't be true.  Our dad's great!  He would never do
anything bad like you say.  You're a liar."

Jim 'found' his voice.  "No Billy, he's not.  He's telling you the truth.
I'm not going to tell you what I did, but I want you to know, I am so sorry
it happened."

Kirk said, "We don't care what you did Dad.  You know we will love you no
matter what."

"The worst part is this kids.  My mistake causes problems for you, and you
know I would never do anything to hurt you.  But if this gets out, and I go
to prison, you would all be split up and put into foster homes.  Probably
in different towns.  You'd never get to see each other, and we'd probably
never see each other again."

Rachel was crying now.  "Oh daddy, don't cry."

Kirk had a thought of his own.  "Can't you just pay Mike so he won't tell?
We have plenty of money Dad.  I'll sell my bike or anything if it's not
enough."

Jim ruffled his sons hair.  "Thanks Kirk.  I know you would, and I love you
for it.  But Mike doesn't want money.  He wants, well, um, he wants
something else."

"What your Dad is trying so hard not to say is that if you kids and your
Dad do everything I tell you to, that I won't get your Dad into trouble."

Billy jumped in.  "Heck yeah.  We would do anything to help our Dad.  He's
the best!"

Kristie said through her tears, "We will help you Daddy.  Don't worry."

"Let me make this real clear kids.  All three of you have to do everything
I say, whenever I say so.  Your Daddy too.  If you don't, he goes to
prison, and you kids might not ever see him or each other again."

"I don't know what you want us to do Mike, but my brother already told you
we would do everything you say, and he's right."

"The other thing is kids, you can never say anything to anyone about this.
I love you kids; you are all I have since your Mom died.  I hate to put you
through this.  But you have to be sure.  If you want, I'll just take my
punishment and, uh, (a couple more tears here), go to prison."

Billy jumped to his feet.  "No way Dad.  We're a family, and we stick
together.  Even if Mike wants us to be his slaves and do all his house work
and stuff, we don't care.  Do we guys?"

His brother and sister agreed.  Kristie said, "Billy's right Dad.  We'll do
everything Mike tells us to do, and we'll never tell anyone about
anything."

I spoke up once again.  "Well, it sounds like we are all in agreement then,
right?"

All three kids nodded their heads.  Jim looked up at me and then looked at
his kids.  "Guys, I just want you to know, well, I just want to say again
how sorry I am I got you into this.  I'll try and make it up to you
somehow."  He pulled them all into a hug.  Releasing them, he looked back
at me.  "We all agree Mike.  Tell us what you want us to do first."

"Okay then, let's see.  Which of you twins is the oldest?  I think we will
start with you."

Kirk stood up.  "I'm actually 5 minutes older than Billy, so I'm the
oldest."

"Good to know.  Come over here Kirk."  He stepped over to me.  I put my arm
around his shoulder and turned him so we were facing the rest of his
family.  "So tell me Kirk, tell me and your family, do you jerk off very
often?"

Kirk jerked himself away from me.  Billy jumped up and shouted angrily,
"What the heck kind of question is that?"  Kristie sat there in shock.

"That's none of you business Mike.  I'm not telling you something like
that."

"Come back over here Kirk.  It is my business.  Everything about you is my
business.  Everything about you, and your brother, and your sister, and
your Dad is now my business."  Kirk stepped back over to me, and I again
put my arm around him, standing us so we faced his family.

"Now answer the question Kirk.  Do you jerk off very often?"

Kirk whispered, "Please Mike, this is embarrassing."

"Answer the question Kirk."

"Yes Mike, I jack off.  There, are you happy?"

"See that wasn't so hard, now was it Kirk?  Besides, every boy does it.
Every man does it.  So it's nothing to be embarrassed about.  Next question
- do you have a girlfriend?"

"Yes Mike."

"Have you ever had sex with her?"

I could feel him tense up, either because he didn't want his father to know
he had, or more likely, because he didn't want his brother to know he
hadn't.  "No Mike, we uh, we haven't done it."

"What have you done Kirk?"

"Well, um, we just, like, made out."

"Have you ever fooled around with another boy?"

"Shit no!"

"So you've never let another boy touch you here?"  I reached down and ran
my hand over the front of his swimsuit and his limp dick.  Kirk jumped away
from me again.

"Don't touch me you pervert.  Dad, make him stop!"

"I can't Kirk.  If I make him stop, I go to prison, and you know the rest."

Billy stood up again.  "So this is what this is all about.  You're a
fucking fag that wants to get his jollies with a couple of kids?"

I took one step and shoved Billy hard back into the couch.  "You need to
calm down Billy.  And calling people names is not going to help.  You
forget, I hold all the cards here pal.  If you don't do exactly as I say,
Daddy goes to prison.  You go into foster care.  Your sweet, pampered life
comes to an end.  Is that what you want?  For you and for your family?"

"No Mike.  But this is, well, I don't know."

"Listen Billy.  Now you answer a question for me.  Do you jack off?"

"Yeah Mike I do.  So what.  I'm not hurting anyone."

"That's right Billy.  And it feels good doesn't it?"

"Shit yeah, it feels great."

"And do you have a girlfriend Billy?"

"No, I broke up with Pam a couple of months ago."

"Had you done anything with her before you broke up?"

"Well, we made out a lot, and she let me feel under her sweater a couple of
times."

"Good for you Billy.  Just think of this as getting to do all those things
you fantasize about when you jack off, and a few things you probably hadn't
thought about.  I promise you will enjoy everything that happens."

I turned back to Kirk and resumed our former position, facing his family.
"Now where were we?  Oh yes, right about here I think."  With one arm
around his shoulders, I reached down and fondled his crotch.  I whispered
in his ear, "Does that feel good Kirk?"  I kept fondling him, feeling his
cock begin to expand.  "Does it?"  Kirk nodded his head a little.

I ran my hand up over his chest, playing with his nipples.  He shivered a
little and goose bumps broke out on his arms.  I whispered to him again,
"Just relax.  It's okay.  Just enjoy."  My hand wandered again downward,
this time sliding inside of his swimsuit.

"My Jim, it seems your oldest has a pretty nice pecker on him."  I fondled
Kirk's 15-year-old dick, feeling it harden in my hand.

"Let's take a look, shall we?"  Pulling my hands out of his trunks, I used
both hands and pushed his suit down, letting it gather around his ankles.
Running my hands over his naked body, I muttered "Nice, very nice.  You are
one hot boy Kirk.  Now, show us how you jack off."

"Please Mike," Kirk whispered.  "This is too embarrassing."

I whispered back, "Just do it Kirk."

Kirk took his 5 1/2" cock in hand and started masturbating himself in front
of his father, brother and sister.  He worked his hand slowly up and down
his shaft, bringing himself to full hardness.

"Ever had your cock sucked Kirk?"

"No, never."

"Well, lets see.  Who should we have give you your first blowjob?  Hmmmm,
decisions, decisions."  I pretended to think for a moment.  "Jim, why don't
you just come over here, get down on your knees, and see what your oldest
son's cock tastes like?"

Jim moved over to stand in front of his son.  "I'm sorry about this son."
He was still playing the contrite father quite well.  What no one other
than I had noticed is that he had a raging erection in his trunks.  Jim
knelt down and licked the head of Kirk's dick.

"That's it Jim.  Make your son feel good.  Lick all over that shaft, suck
his balls, take his dick down your throat.  Oh, and Jim, when he comes, be
sure to swallow every drop!"

While Jim proceeded to orally pleasure his technically first born, I turned
my attention to the other two.  I crossed over to where they were sitting.
"Stand up Kristie."  She did and I removed the top of her bikini.  "Very
nice titties Kristie."  I fondled her small young breasts.  They were so
pert and pretty.  "Are these titties as nice as Pam's Billy?"

Billy turned his head away and said nothing.  "Look back over here Billy.
Look at your sister's little boobs."  Billy turned back, glancing at his
sister, then gave me a hateful glare.

"Feel her tits Billy."

"NO!"

Kirk spoke up, though he was having a hard time articulating due to the
excellent blowjob he was receiving from his Father.  "Just do what he, uh,
oh, says, uh, please Billy?"

Billy reached out with one hand and felt one of his sister's breasts.  Then
he quickly pulled his hand away.  "Don't want to feel them Billy?  Then
suck on them for her."

"Fuck you Mike."

Jim pulled off of his son's hot shaft.  "Billy, look, I don't like it
either, none of us do.  But you have to cooperate or we all lose."

"OK Dad.  I'll do it, but I don't have to like it."

"That's fine son.  Just do as he says and everything will be alright."

"Jim, don't let your son's cock get cold.  Billy, suck you sister's cute
titties."

So Billy leaned forward and started sucking on Kristie's 13-year-old
breasts.  Following instructions, he alternated between the two, while
fondling the other with a hand.  He licked at them and sucked them, even
nipping at a nipple when told to do so.  Kristie was squirming - no one had
ever touched her in a sexual way before now.

"Good boy Billy.  Now stand up please."  He did so, glaring daggers at me.
"Billy, Billy, don't be so angry.  You're going to love this eventually,
trust me.  Kristie, strip your brother naked for me please."

Kristie had resigned her self to whatever happened and gave no argument.
She pulled Billy's swimming trunks down and off of him.  He may have hated
what was going on, but his body was betraying him.  His dick stood tall and
proud, looking very similar to his brother's.

"Oh look Kristie.  Billy's cock is glad to see you.  Give it a kiss."
Kristie leaned over and kissed the head of her big brother's shaft.  "Now
lick up and down it, just like you would a Popsicle honey."  Kristie did as
she was told, bringing Billy pleasure even against his will.

"Jim, why don't you hold up a minute."?  Jim pulled off his son's dick and
turned to look at me.  "I think you two should switch places for a little
bit.  Kirk, get your Daddy naked."  Kirk pulled his father's swim trunks
down, revealing a large 8" throbbing cock.

"Dad, did sucking me get you hard like that?"

"I'm sorry to say so son, but yes it did."

Kirk thought about that a minute.  "Cool."  And got on his knees to start
licking his father's cock.  Kirk, it seemed, was going to make the most of
this situation.

I sat down on the couch.  "That's enough Kristie.  Come sit on my lap."
Kristie sat down with her back to my chest.  I brought my hands up and
played with her tits.  "Billy, just stand in front of us and play with your
pretty cock for us."  Billy didn't say anything.  He stroked his cock
slowly, occasionally playing with his balls.

I continued to fondle one of Kristie's breasts with one hand while my other
strayed south and slid into the bottom half of her bikini.  There was a
small amount of downy hair growing over her pubis, and as I slid lower I
felt her 13-year-old pussy for the first time.  She was wet, very wet.
Obviously all of this was stimulating her as well.

"Billy, pull her bottoms off for me would you.  I want to feel your
sister's cunt."  I moved my hand out of the way and let him remove
them. Now the entire family was completely naked.  "Spread your legs for me
honey.  I want to feel this pretty little snatch."  I started fingering
Kristie's little cunt while her brother looked on.  I saw Jim looking over
as well while his other son sucked his cock.  Knowing none of the kids was
looking at me at that moment, I gave him a wink.  He grinned back at me,
then closed his eyes and let the feeling of having his prick sucked on by
his 15-year-old son wash over him.

"You are very moist Kristie.  That's good.  Billy, take a taste of your
sister's hot pussy." Billy's prick had not lost any of his hardness.
Despite his attitude, he was getting into all of this.  He leaned forward
and ran his tongue up Kristie's slit, tasting her juices.

"How does it taste Billy?"

"Well, um, well, I like it I guess."

"Good!  Take another taste."  Billy again ran his tongue up his sister's
pussy, causing her to shiver.  I moved my hand back in and worked a finger
into her cunt.  Pulling it out, I brought it to my mouth.  "Your right
Billy.  That's there's fine tastin' pussy."  Kristie giggled at my attempt
at a southern drawl.  Even Billy cracked a small smile.

"You know Jim, I think you might come to soon if Kirk continues.  Why don't
you two stop for a minute?  Kirk seemed almost reluctant to stop sucking
that Daddy dick, but followed instructions.

"Let's see, what now?"  They all watched me as I fingered their
sister's/daughter's tight little cunt.  I pushed Kristie to her feet.
"Kirk, you lay down on your back on the floor.  Then Billy, you get over
top of him so your head is at his cock and your dick is in his face."  The
boys assumed the positions they were told.  "Very good.  This is what we
call a sixty-nine.  Now you can suck each other's cocks.  Go to it boys."

Kirk slurped his bro's cock into his mouth, but Billy was a little
tentative.  This was his first cock.  "Go ahead Kirk. It won't bite you.
Don't you love the feel of your brother sucking your meat?  Do to him just
what he does to you."

"Kristie, lay down on the couch here honey and spread your pretty legs.
That's it, good girl.  You are such a pretty girl with such a pretty pussy.
Jim, come over here and taste your little girl's pussy."  Jim got down on
his knees and brought his face down to his daughter's crotch.  He sniffed a
little before running his tongue up her slit.  "That's it Jim.  Now eat
your little girl's pussy for her.  She is loving it."  Jim went to work
eating out his youngest child, licking and sucking at her little cunt,
flicking her clit with his tongue.

As I watched the family going at it, I began to hear my favorite music, the
symphony of moans brought on by sexual pleasure.  This was working out
quite well.  I pulled my own clothes off, joining them in their nudity.

With Billy on the top half of the brotherly 69, I got down behind him and
cupped his butt cheeks.  Billy pulled off his brother's cock to turn his
head and look at me.  I no longer saw the hate there was before.  He seemed
to have decided to himself that he might as well enjoy whatever happened.
He returned to sucking on his brother's pretty peter.

I spread the cheeks of Billy's ass and licked his crack.  I tasted his
sweat and the chlorine from the pool.  Centering on his pink little pucker,
I began to taste the essence of the boy.  He squirmed under me, thrusting
back slightly, enjoying the feeling of having is boy pussy tongued.  I ate
his ass out, forcing my tongue through his ring and loving his musty
flavor.

My tongue was just the stimulus Billy needed, and he started shooting his
load into his brother's hot mouth.  Kirk gamely tried to swallow it all,
but some leaked out the sides of his mouth.  Tasting cum for the first time
was enough excitement for Kirk, and he started shooting his load down his
brother's throat.  Billy pulled off of his brother's squirting cock, and
got a cum facial for his efforts, as his brother let loose 3 more strong
shots.  Billy collapsed on top of his brother.

Kristie had gone through one shuddering orgasm as her father ate her out,
and had her second one just as her brother's finished cuming.  "Oh Daddy,
that feels so good.  Lick my pu, uh, oh, pussy Daddy!"

I had Jim stop licking the pussy he was becoming quite attached to, and
gave the kids a few minutes to relax.  I decided it was safe enough, and
went and got Jim and I a beer.

"Here Jim.  Something to wash down that pussy juice with."

"Thanks Mike.  I think Kristie liked having her pussy eaten."

"Duh Jim.  You brought her to two orgasms."

The kids seemed to be recovering.  It was time for Jim and I to get our
nut.  I had Jim sit beside me on the couch, our hard pricks sticking up in
front of us.  I then instructed the boys to kneel in front of us; Kirk in
front of me, and Billy in front of his dad.  I positioned Kristie in
between us to switch off licking our balls as the boys stuffed their young
mouths with our hard cocks.  The boys went to work sucking us.  I gave them
instructions on how to get past the gag reflex, and before I knew it, both
of us were being deep-throated by a 15-year-old twin.  Kristie did her
part, licking and sucking on her daddy's balls and then switching over and
doing the same to me.

Both Jim and I had been stimulated to the max form all of the sex today,
and both of us were moaning like crazy, I our stiff pricks leaking copious
amounts of precum to help lube the boys throats.  I reached my peak first,
firing volley after volley of hot cum down Kirk's throat.  I pulled out far
enough to make sure he got to taste my cum, and as I was beginning to slow
down, Jim started cuming into Billy's hot mouth.  I instructed both boys to
hold the cum in their mouths.  When both Jim and I had finished cuming, I
had both boys spit part of the cum into their sister's mouth, so that she
could begin to get a taste for what was ahead of her.

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