Date: Tue, 29 Sep 2015 22:55:43 -0500
From: "moonchris6@gmail.com" <moonchris6@gmail.com>
Subject: The American Family - Chapter 8

This story is fictional. It contains sexual situations between members of
the same sex, opposite sex, and within the same family. All of the
characters you read about eventually play a role in the story, in
situations with most other characters. There is a plot, though it creeps in
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The American Family
Chapter 8: Cast in Platinum


The river of root beer felt like a dive into a cool swimming pool as he
gulped it down. Mitch knew it would probably make him have to pee in the
middle of the night, but the icy fizzy stream offset, at least a little,
the sweltering heat still hanging around long after sunset. Pulling off his
shirt, he reclined his deck chair to more easily see the stars and
constellations above him.


"Easy does it, kiddo," his uncle Ivan said, sitting next to him. "You're
not going to sleep all night with all that soda."


Mitch looked away from the glorious stars to see Ivan, naked on the chair,
idly stroking his half-hard cock, and smiled. Part of him wanted to get on
his knees and suck the thick head into his mouth, feel it grow to the rock
hard hammer he so fondly recalled from the one-on-one play time he'd had
with Ivan a few weeks ago just inside this house.


There would be time for that. He gazed back up at nature's light
bulbs. "Wouldn't it be cool if we could see it flying through space from
here? I can't wait to see the pictures it sends back."


"I never knew you were so into Pluto, kiddo."


"It's only my favorite planet of all time!" Mitch and Kyle had learned all
about the "dwarf" planet a couple months ago, in the weeks leading up to
the end of their 4th grade year. The teacher had shared with them that all
the classes would open the school year with a session about Pluto after the
spaceship returned all the photos and scientific data. He added, "How do
they know it will go by Pluto on exactly July 14th?"


"Some of the smartest people in the world work at NASA." Ivan looked up at
the stars. "They know the craft's velocity and they know the distance to
Pluto. The ship is constantly sending its coordinates, so the scientists
can adjust any miscalculations they have." He laughed. "I don't know,
buddy. They're smart people, that's all I know."


Mitch reached over and grasped his uncle's hardening dick, getting a solid
grasp, like holding a baseball bat. "You're so cool, Uncle Ivan. I always
thought jocks weren't supposed to be smart, but you're the smartest guy I
know, AND you played baseball."


"Almost got to the majors," Ivan said.


Mitch got down on his knees, Ivan's fully hard cock now fueling his
horniness. He leaned in for a close up view of the club and slid it against
his cheek and forehead, closing his eyes as the heat of it radiated against
his face. A clear drop of precum oozed out of the hole. Tilting the shaft
forward, Mitch swabbed his tongue against his uncle's large shaved balls,
sucking each into his mouth before licking up the entire eight inches of
the shaft to the head. He flicked under the crown with his tongue before
swirling it around the thick head of the cock twice, then slipped it into
his mouth and sucked hard.


Ivan loved seeing the hollowing of his young nephew's cheeks and breathed a
deep sigh of pleasure. "Jesus, Mitch, it's not going to take long. I keep
thinking of the party last night."


Mitch greedily slid a couple inches of meat into his small mouth and
savored the flavor as he recalled Ivan's telling of what happened
downstairs at the KAST party the previous night. Thinking of Todd's
intrusion, Mitch almost impulsively gritted his teeth in anger, but hearing
how Ivan and Thor beat the crap out of him made him happy. He sucked even
harder.


With this throbbing cock in his mouth, and his uncle moaning and rubbing
his head, Mitch felt completely at peace with the world and gave a silent
prayer, thanking God for having this man in his life. Tasting the salty
precum on his tongue, he knew this was his happy place in life. While he
really loved the times he spent with his sister Erin and her friend Sherri,
he knew that being a slave to cock was his calling in life.


Ivan's cock head bulged in his mouth as Mitch gripped the thick shaft and
began a rapid up and down motion with his hand and mouth working in
unison. His other hand reached up and twisted his uncle's nipple.


"Oh fuck, your little mouth brings me off so fast, I'm gonna fucking cum!"


Mitch loved the feeling of being controlled by Ivan when he grabbed a
handful of Mitch's hair and his hips pistoned up and down. Mitch felt he
was being "face-fucked," a term he'd learned last night. Ivan's cock filled
his mouth as it grew, telling Mitch he was close. With a growing thirst for
salty cum, Mitch pulled on the hanging ball sac of Ivan's balls, and soaked
his fingers in the saliva that had flowed down Ivan's groin. Mitch pushed
his hand towards Ivan's tight hole and slid three fingers deep into the
gaping asshole, pumping his uncle hard.


Mitch had a slight jerk when the first bullet of cum hit the back of his
throat. He'd learned how to not choke on the blasts of cum when they filled
his mouth. This was a bigger load than normal and his cheeks started to
balloon as his mouth filled. Finally the spurts slowed to dribble and Mitch
pulled off the fat cock with a smack of his lips.


"Climb up here," Ivan said. He grabbed the back of Mitch's head and kissed
him deeply, moaning into Mitch's mouth as the river of semen flowed into
his own. Mitch felt connected as the thick pool of cum swished back and
forth between the two lovers. The thickness dissipating, Mitch started
swallowing greedily to get as much of the baby juice into his belly, and he
felt his uncle doing the same. Finally, the cum gone except for a thin
coating on each of their lips and tongues, the two broke the kiss.


Mitch plopped back on his chair and leaned back with a smile on his
face. He closed his eyes, delighted at the tingling sensation a cum-coated
tongue always delivered.


"When do Aunt Alanna and the girls get back?" he asked, once he caught his
breath.


Ivan lazily opened his eyes. "She texted me. They got a late start so it'll
be midnight or later. I'm looking forward to fucking her again so I hope my
balls make enough cum for her before then. Your aunt loves having her pussy
filled."


"Do you think she would let me fuck her?"


Ivan laughed. "No way man! I can't imagine her ever going for something
like that. She loves sex but nothing besides vanilla." He laughed
again. "And I mean that literally. I told her she should find a big black
cock to fuck and she turned up her nose. No chocolate for her! No
three-ways, no whipped cream, no handcuffs, no glory holes. I've asked
about everything."


"Have you asked her about nine year old nephews?"


"No, I gotta say, that one never occurred to me. But sorry to disappoint
you kiddo, it's just not gonna happen. Anyway, you got a gold mine of
pussy, young, old, and everything in between with your KAST parties. Isn't
that enough?"


Mitch didn't answer, instead stared back up at the twinkling stars,
thinking, it's almost enough. But Alanna. Ohhh, Alanna, with those big tits
and round ass and tiny waist and slender legs. I'd give up a hundred KAST
parties for one night with Alanna.


----


A loud bang woke Mitch with a start. Looking around in the dark room, he
momentarily forgot where he was. He wiped the sleep from his eyes and heard
another bang. The unmistakable sound of a door slam in the house -- more
than that, it was on this floor. Creeping quietly to the door of the guest
room, he opened it a couple inches, and heard raised voices on the other
side of the house.


"... I didn't know if I should call the fucking police or just cut off your
balls!" Alanna was home.


"You say your saw `it'. What exactly do you think you saw, Alanna?"


Mitch had never heard his aunt and uncle argue before. He wondered what
Alanna saw.


"Sucking his cock! Our nephew! Ivan, how could you?" she sobbed. "And you
made him suck your cock. A sixty-nine."


"Alanna---"


"Ivan, are you a pedophile? How many boys have you done this to?"


"You don't understand, Alanna. Can we just go to bed and talk about this in
the morning?"


"No. Way. We talk now!"


Mitch was worried about where this was heading. Alanna obviously saw him
and Ivan sucking, maybe even fucking that first time. He couldn't let
Alanna blame Ivan for all of this. He slipped on his robe and quietly
stepped into the plushly carpeted hallway.


Ivan was just beginning to explain KAST when Mitch pushed open the door to
their bedroom.


Alanna fumed, "kids are what? Jesus Ivan, what the fuck have you become?
This is sick-- Mitch! Mitch honey, how much have you heard? You should be
in bed, sweetheart."


"Alanna, I have to talk to you about me and Ivan."


"Baby, come here!" She pulled him into a hug, his face pressing just above
her large breasts. "I'm so sorry about all that's happened to you. What
Ivan did to you, baby, it was wrong and terrible."


"Aunt Alanna---"


"Nothing can change what's happened to you now, but if you talk to a
professional, you'll get through this..."


"Alanna--"


"It will take a long time, maybe years, but you can still lead a healthy--"


"I made him do it to me Alanna!"


She looked as though someone had slapped her.


"Aunt Alanna, Ivan did that stuff with me because I begged him. I begged
him to teach me, to show me what feels good, and how to do sexual stuff."


Alanna staggered backwards til the she dropped onto the bed. "I don't
understand," she said. "Honey, you're nine years old. Is he making you say
this stuff? You've never lied to me before, baby."


"I'm not lying, Aunt Alanna, I promise. I swear to God, I'm telling you the
truth."


She stared at him open-mouthed, but said nothing.


"Alanna," Mitch said, "think back to when you were a kid. When you were
nine like me. Didn't you think about sex? Weren't you curious about the
noises coming from your mom and dad's bedroom? Did you ever sneak to their
door to get a better listen? Or a peak to see them... doing it?"


"I..." she stared at nothing across the room. "I just don't know. Honestly
I can't remember. Maybe? But nobody ever molested me."


"What is `molested'?" said Mitch, looking between Ivan and Alanna.


"Oh, my dear boy," she said, reaching out and stroking his cheek
lovingly. "It's when an adult has sex with you against your will."


"He wasn't molested, hun." Ivan said.


She shot an icy glare at him. "Not a word from you. I'm talking to my
nephew."


"I wasn't molested. Everything we did, I wanted to do it with him," said
Mitch. "Lots of us kids want to learn about sex. We want to have sex. With
each other, with grownups, which whoever loves us."


Alanna shook her head slowly. "I just don't know what to make of this. For
the last two weeks, I've thought of nothing but what I saw. You and Ivan
were in a sixty nine. Sucking each other. At first, it turned me on a
little, but the more I thought about it, I became so angry. And now... what
now? What am I supposed to do with this knowledge? Ivan? Mitch? What now?"


Ivan and Mitch looked at each other, but she didn't give them time to
answer. "What else did you do that day, Mitch?"


Mitch described the events that happened just downstairs in full detail,
from him finding porn on the computer, to being caught, to asking about
sex, kissing, and finally playing with each other. Mitch explained how he
begged Ivan to cum on his face, then how heavenly it felt when Ivan licked
it all off him. Finally, he recalled how he begged Ivan to let him stick
his dick into his uncle's ass until he blew his cum deep into his ass.


"Alanna babe," Ivan said. "Are you ok?"


Mitch looked at his aunt and noticed her eyes appeared glazed over. Looking
down, he noticed the bullets of her nipples poking from her blouse. She was
staring straight ahead at him, standing before her. He hadn't realized
telling her the story of playing with Ivan had given him a roaring
erection. His little cock was poking from his robe, such that just the head
was peeking out.


And Alanna was staring right at it.


"Alanna," said Mitch. "I loved playing sexy games with Ivan. He loves me
and he showed me how much. But I love you also, and I know you love me. If
I could have anything in the world, it would be to play with you."


For long moments nobody moved a muscle. Mitch heard the constant hum of the
air conditioning blown throughout the house. Every cell in his body wanted
to play with Alanna, and his cock throbbed at the thought.


She looked up at him, a single tear rolling down her cheek. She stared in
to his eyes, and Mitch thought he could see pleading in her gaze. Pleading
for.... for what exactly?


Her arm moved, ever so slowly, reaching out toward him. Her hand wrapping
around his upper thigh, just below his ass, caused a shiver of electricity
to flow through his body. Nearly imperceptibly, she guided him towards her,
never taking her eyes off his. She pulled him between her open thighs
before letting go of his leg.


She reached up and grasped his head in her hands. Pulling him toward her,
she gently kissed his forehead, then his left cheek, and finally his right
cheek. Mitch held his breath as he stared back into her eyes. She looked
between his eyes and his lips, partly opened.


"Mitch," she whispered, barely audibly. "Sweet Mitch." She leaned forward,
repeating his name, not barely a whisper. Over and over again. "Mitch. My
sweet Mitch." This felt like a dream to him and before he knew it, her lips
were a millimeter from his own.


Then they touched, and his cock lurched upward.


Their lips pressed together and didn't move. Finally her slippery lips
opened and grabbed at his bottom lip, caressing it, pulling it toward
her. She opened her mouth again and pulled his head against hers. A soft
gasp came from somewhere inside him.


"Open your mouth a bit, honey. Show me what he taught you." she said.


Once again their mouths met, this time with hunger. Alanna's tongue slid
forcefully to his small lips and he felt her searching inside his mouth. He
pushed his tongue forward and they met, like old friends reconnecting as
though they were never apart.


After many long seconds of growing passion-filled kissing, she pulled
away. "The girls," she said. "They'll hear. We can't do this right now."


"Nonsense, my love," Ivan said. "You know how they sleep. A freight train
wouldn't rouse them at this hour. Lie back for us. Let us love you."


Mitch's heart skipped a beat as he waited to see what she would
do. Finally, she slid back onto the bed, staring alternately at her husband
and nine year old nephew, and leaned against the swell of pillows on the
headboard.


"Fuck me," she said.


Kneeling on either side of her, the two males worked in concert. They
pulled off her blouse over her head, exposing her large hanging breasts in
their bra. Ivan leaned in and kissed her as his hands found the upper swell
of her tits. For a moment, Mitch could only stare at them. He'd wanted to
see them, feel them, for as long as he could remember.


Alanna unclasped her bra in front with one hand as easily as the snap of
her fingers and pulled Mitch's head toward her. Coming closer, her examined
her nipple. It was pink and long, surrounded by an areola about the size of
a Reese's Peanut Butter Cup. Tiny bumps like grains of sand surrounded it
and there was a slight wrinkle. Mitch circled his tongue around and around
the pink skin around the nipple, lightly teasing the nipple, causing a deep
moan from Alanna into Ivan's kissing mouth. Still with her hand on the back
of Mitch's head, she pushed it harder onto her tit.


Mitch made flicking her nipple a game, trying to see how big a reaction he
could get from her with alternating hard and soft flicks. Looking up, he
saw Ivan had joined him on Alanna's other big titty. They made eye contact
and both smiled, leaning in for a kiss. Their tongue wrestled with their
cheeks resting on the soft pillows of Alanna breasts.


"Ohhh that is so fucking hot," she whispered.


They broke the kiss and looked up at Alanna, still leaning against the
cushioned headboard of the large bed. "Come on," Ivan said. "Let me show
you how your dear auntie likes her pussy eaten."


They slid down the bed between her spread legs. Mitch was still in his robe
and he noticed Ivan's huge cock poking out of his boxers. Both cocks were
rock hard. Mitch positioned himself on his hip so the cock heads bumped and
rubbed each other.


"She's never had two guys down here before," whispered Ivan. "Start by
kissing and licking her thighs just above the knee, like this." Mitch
followed his uncle's lead, taking long swipes of her creamy white thigh
with his tongue, then taking chunks of her skin and kissing it. As they got
closer, Alanna shifted her ass down on the bed and laid her head flat,
pushing the pillows onto the floor.


When Mitch met Ivan at the thin pink pussy lips pouting between his sexy
aunt's legs. His uncle said quietly, "Every woman is different, but she
likes this: take long full licks from the tip of her asshole all the way up
her pussy until you get to her clit, like this." Ivan licked her hungrily
making her suck in her breath and exhale deeply. "When you get to the clit,
flick it lightly back and forth. Some women like it harder, but not your
aunt. Very lightly." He demonstrated as Mitch looked up at Alanna. She
grunted and moaned, then took many short breaths, eyes clenched as tightly
as her fists.


"Now you try," Ivan said. "Remember, start right at the asshole. Don't
worry, she keeps it super clean!"


Mitch swirled his tongue around her tight rosebud sphincter, then raked the
tip of his tongue up her pussy, between the slick lips and flicked her clit
a few times, until he felt her body give a faint shake.


"Great job buddy. Be sure to use the entire flat part of your tongue. And
when you get to her hole, really get a good lick and taste her pussy. That
gets the juices flowing like a waterfall."


"Yes, Ivan," Alanna moaned. "Teach our little nephew how to eat his aunt's
sloppy fucking cunt! Oh God, this is so fucking nasty. Lick it good little
Mitch."


Mitch followed the new instruction, burying his tongue deeply into his
aunt's wet quim before licking her lips up to her clit, teasing and
flicking it. Her hands grabbed the back of his head and pulled it tightly
against her cunt. Mitch instinctively tried to pull up.


"Oh fuck," his uncle said. "She's cumming already. Stay there, Mitch, and
just suck on her clit like it's a big nipple. Breathe through your
nose. Suck it hard, bud! Fucking suck it and she'll blow your mind!"


Mitch adjusted his breathing and sucked her fat clit into his mouth. He
felt like a baby on a bottle as he sucked the hard clit in and out of his
mouth, occasionally scraping his teeth against it. He felt his aunt her
feet and lift her knees. Looking up from his pussy buffet, he saw her arch
her back and lift her ass off the bed. Like an upside down plank, her body
went completely stiff as a groan rose from her core.


He felt a squirt of hot liquid hit his chin and jumped, startled. Ivan
pushed him back on his knees and furiously rubbed her clit as though he
were playing the opening chords to Elvis' Hounddog. Mitch's mouth fell open
as squirt after squirt of girlcum sprayed across the bed from his aunt's
quivering vagina. I squirt flew over his left shoulder. Another squirt hit
him right in the belly, the liquid leaving a hot trail down to his hard
dick. Several more squirts sprayed both his uncle and him, along with the
wall behind him, as his beautiful aunt spasmed uncontrollably. Her
breathing was erratic but finally her body returned to normal, collapsing
on the bed with a final groan of pleasure.


"Wow!" Mitch said.


"Jesus Christ!" said Ivan. "You haven't done that in years, baby!"


"Oh! Oh my! Oh my... fucking God!" said Alanna still visibly shaking. "That
was so unfuckingbelievable. Fuck Mitch, your mouth and tongue should be
cast in platinum. Or at least patented and mass produced. You'd never have
to work a day in your life!"


Mitch laughed as he wiped the girlcum off his face. Tentatively he licked
some off his fingers. His eyes lit up and he found more on his body, until
it was gone. Noticing his uncle's flaring cock, he laid down next to it and
engulfed the head and sucked it into his mouth.


"Hold on, honey," Alanna said. "I saw you and Ivan sucking each other a
couple weeks ago. Every man enjoys every blow job, but there are a few
things I want to teach you." She got off the bed and onto her knees. "Come
here baby. Ivan, sit here," she said, patting the bed.


"A cock is a man," she said. "When you use your mouth, you need to make
love to it, because there's nothing more intimate. When it's in the pussy,
or in your case, the asshole, then you can `fuck' it."


"I thought making love and fucking were the same thing," said Mitch.


"Not at all! Making love is just that. Creating love between two people. I
know you guys go to church all the time. Think of it as going to
church. This thing here--" she grasped Ivan's 8" cock. "This is your
temple, to idolize, to cherish, to worship. When blowing any man, you need
to convince him that your life -- your entire existence -- begins and ends
with this piece of meat."


Ivan said, "Um, I think I hear the church bells ringing. Can the worship
get started soon?"


"Shut up, pedophile," said Alanna. "Or would you like to leave the room?"


"Let me try," said Mitch. Repeating what he did earlier in the evening
under the stars, he took Ivan's long thick cock and rubbed it around on his
face, chin, and forehead. Forcing Ivan to lean back, Mitch lifted up the
heavy balls and put his nose right under them, almost against the tight
asshole, and sniffed deeply, like he does with his baseball glove before a
game. He took long swabs with his tongue under the balls, around the entire
ball sac, and then around each ball. He repeated it twice over.


Alanna said, "That's really great, Mitch. You've improved since I peeked in
on you guys. Along with those big tongue baths, throw in a few tickles with
your tongue. Like this. No, stay down here with me," she said as she leaned
forward and extended her tongue.


Mitch thrilled at the feeling of his tongue against hers as they both
licked and sucked around the musky ball sac of his uncle. Together, they
worked in concert, licking up either side of the smooth balls and meeting
again at the base of his heavy club, which pulsed with his increasing
heartbeat.


"Now we suck the sides of his big fucker," Alanna said. "Like you would the
side of a popsickle, only harder and with tongue flicking." Both did what
she instructed, causing Ivan to moan. Mitch felt Ivan's big hand on the
back of his head, and felt loved.


"Remember," said Alanna, "always involve your hands along with your mouth
and tongue. "With one hand, maybe caress his fat balls, and with the other
hand, you could lightly touch his stomach, or his nipples. Be creative."


They went back to work, Mitch imitating most of the movements of his sexy
aunt, occasionally unable to stop himself from playing with her long pink
nipples, but most of the time touching his uncle in places all over his
body, from his feet and toes, all the way up to his chest and neck, and
everywhere in between. This new idea of "making love to a cock" had given
him increased enthusiasm.


Mitch thrilled at the coordination with his aunt, as the two of them
encircled most of Ivan's big pecker with their mouths on the sides of it,
moving up and down synchronously. The sound of Ivan's now constant moaning
and breathing told him they were doing a fantastic job.


Taking her mouth off Ivan's cock and grasping the base tightly, Alanna
said, "he's primed. Now it's time to really work his cock. Watch me." She
reached up, pinching a nipple with her hand, still holding on to the cock
like she was hanging from a trapeze. Mitch watcher her smack her lips a
couple times, then pursed them together over Ivan's cock head. She lowered
her head, the hardness of the fat cock forcing her lips open. It looked
like a cock entering a pussy, Mitch thought excitedly.


She kept going down and then stopped at the point where Mitch thought she
couldn't possibly go any more, about half of it in her mouth. Mitch
imagined where the tip would be, right at the back of her throat. Her eyes
watered a bit, then she slowly continued down!


"Where's it going?" said Mitch, looking at Ivan for answers, but only
seeing his eyes clenched tightly, panting. Mitch knew better, but he looked
like he was in great pain.


Eventually, Alanna's lips met Ivan's balls. The sexy pink lips wiggled up
and down like a fish and her tongue slowly peeked out, tickling the
balls. As Ivan groaned uncontrollably, Alanna extracted the cock from her
throat, her lips hollowing from the suction. She repeated the procedure two
times before looking to Mitch.


"Your turn," she said.


Mitch grabbed his uncle's large cock at the base and pulled down so the
head flared. He'd never done what his aunt just did but he didn't want to
let her down. He liked around the fat head before slipping it into his
mouth. He mouth felt completely filled with just the head alone. He looked
up at Alanna, then slowly lowered his lips down on the slippery cock. One,
two, three inches.


Mitch gagged and felt his eyes watering as he pulled his mouth off Ivan's
dick, coughing. "How did you do it?"


"You need to stop right before it hits the gag reflex. Then, take a deep
breath and swallow the whole thing quickly. This prevents the gag."


Mitch started sucking the cock again, carefully sliding inch after inch
into his mouth, stopping just before the gag reflex. Like Alanna said, he
took a deep breath and swallowed the fat cock, once again gagging violently
and coughing it out of his mouth.


"I can't do it!" he cried.


"Mitch," said Ivan. "Come here." They met, their faces an inch apart. Ivan
whispered, "Do you want this?"


"So much!"


"Do you remember when we worked on your swing because you couldn't hit a
home run? How many times did you hit the ball before you hit the home run?"


"About a thousand!"


"Do you remember how badly you wanted it? Do you remember how amazing it
felt when you cracked a ball over the fence the first time? You are a
fighter. You never give up, you never give in. If you want this, make it
happen. I love you." Ivan kissed him, their tongues sliding around each
other.


Mitch grabbed his cock again and started sucking. He made quick strokes
with his mouth, up and down, before getting it to the gag point in his
throat. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath and swallowed it down,
and.... he felt Ivan's ball sac against his chin!


"Holy fuck!" said Alanna. "He did it! On my fucking God, look at the bulge
of your cock in his throat Ivan. He's even milking it with his throat
muscles."


Mitch's eyes were closed tightly, his throat stretched to the limit, the
pain offset by the excitement of the pleasure he was giving his uncle. For
a moment, he heard nothing, saw nothing, smelled nothing. All senses were
numb. When reality returned, he heard his uncle groaning uncontrollably.


"Oh! Oh! God! Fuck! Oh Fuck! It's like a vice, just... one that fucking
milks my cock! Fuck, fuck fuck!!!"


"Jesus, stay there, Mitch," said Alanna. "Don't move your mouth, but see if
you can lick as much as you can with your tongue." Mitch felt his aunt
quickly slide underneath him, her head next to his. She spread Ivan's ass
cheeks apart roughly and shoved her tongue into his asshole. This seemed to
trigger Ivan falling over the edge.


"Oaahhhgo---" he yelled. "Awfuuu---. Eahhhguuuu--- Eeyah! Eeyah! Eeyah!"


Mitch felt thick loads of cum bullets flare directly down his throat,
which, somehow beyond his control, was still milking the long thick shaft
of his uncle. Ivan was thrashing around on the bed now, making it difficult
for Mitch to stay connected, but grabbing the base and balls, his throat
never moved an inch.


Mitch sensed the cum faucet being cut off, not so much because there was no
more cum, but because the cock spasms ceased. Mitch pulled his head off the
phallus, gagging slightly as it passed out of his mouth. He looked up at
his uncle, and smiled.


"How did that feel, baby?" Alanna said.


Ivan was unable to speak for a full minute. His body continued to spasm
even as nobody was touching him. Finally, he stuttered, "Fu--
fucking... incredible. He is a natural, a sex prodigy. My cock felt like a
Lightning plug, his mouth the iPhone that wouldn't let go once it snapped
in there."


"I'm glad you liked that, my love. But look at our poor prodigy. His cock
is purple, drooling, and hard as steel. He's brought us both to
universe-shattering orgasms, and we've done nothing for him. Mitch," she
said, turning to him. "Do you want to fuck us both? Right now?"


"Oh God yes, Aunt Alanna! Can I?"


Alanna hopped onto her hands and knees, directing Ivan to do the
same. Their asses came together, not in a line, but perpendicular to one
another, one facing north, the other east. "Fuck us like this, Mitch," said
Alanna. "Fuck whatever hole you want to fuck, just switch between us by
pivoting your hips. Just fuck us silly!"


Mitch climbed up behind Alanna and grabbed her by the hips. His cock was
pointing upwards and it slid into her dripping pussy easily. It felt like
smooth butter as it slid into his aunt's cunt, causing her to moan loudly,
her previous worries about her twin daughters apparently forgotten.


He fucked her a dozen or two strokes, then pulled his slick cock out of her
and twisted to his uncle's gaping asshole. He didn't worry about
lubrication, or going slow, instead positioning his cock head at the little
brown hole, he smashed his hips to Ivan's ass cheeks. Mitch felt Ivan reach
back and pull on his ball sac, making his cock go even harder than it had
ever been.


Again a handful of strokes. As he pivoted to switch back to his aunt, he
sensed a movement at the bedroom door. He looked and saw nothing, only the
door, still open four or 5 inches. He shook his head and moved up behind
his aunt, this time fucking her deep into her asshole.


Ten strokes for Alanna and back to Ivan.


Eight strokes in his man cunt.


Six strokes in Alanna's tight pussy. Again he was sure something had moved
at the door.


Five strokes in Ivan's cunt.


Two strokes in Alanna's ass; two in her cunt; two in Ivan's
ass. Repeat. Stroke, stroke. Fuck, fuck. Sweat dripped into Mitch's eyes as
his hips moved at a blurred pace.


Fuck. Pivot. Fuck, shift, fuck. Pivot. He heard both moan constantly, even
when his cock was in the other's hole. "He's ... fucking us,... Ivan," he
faintly heard his aunt say. "Our... fucking ... nine year old nephew ... is
.... breeding us."


Mitch felt his balls tighten and Alanna must have felt his dick
expand. "Cum on our faces, Mitch! Cum in our hungry mouths!" They both
flipped around and slid their faces to Mitch's cock. Alanna grabbed his boy
cock, pumping it roughly. The first shot of his jizz gushed from his cock,
landing on Alanna's eyebrow, nose, and tongue. The second shot flew right
into Ivan's mouth, disappearing forever. Three more shots covered their
tongues, cheeks, and chins, before a little cum drop fell from Mitch's
throbbing dick.


Ivan and Alanna turned to each other and licked each other's tongue and
cheeks. Mitch was amazed at how hungrily each of them fought for every drop
of cum. "Me too!" he said, dropping down and licking their faces, trying to
get any missed droplet of his semen. Eventually all the cum was gone, but
the licking continued, the trio's faces' glistening in the soft lights of
the lamp and flickering candles placed strategically around the room.


With a sigh, Mitch glanced back toward the door, still unsure if he had
imagined the movements there. He saw nothing, nobody, only a door that was
now fully closed.

==== End of chapter 8 ====


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