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It had been a week since our first taming. If you're new to my story, which you probably are, I'll sum it up for you. A week ago, I was at the house of a friend, Markos, and he gave me a detailed explanation how he had begun a sexual relationship with his stepfather, Aleksandros. and how it was a fun thing . And then along, they proceeded to explain further, if you catch my drift. If you don't, I'll have you know that my throat and bowels were pumped full of man seed. I was unwilling, but I came to accept this new activity as a fun hobby. If the sex was good, it didn't matter who it was with.
And if it didn't matter who it was with, I had no qualms about returning to my friend's house the following weekend.
Come Saturday morning, I woke up to a beautiful sight. Both greeks were mouth-watering. The young Markos was almost feminine, a thin, hairless, and very graceful body. From the back, he could almost pass for a flower-maiden. His stepfather was not quite the opposite, not quite the same. One word could have described him, and the word was godly'. His body was honed tall and muscular by years of Olympic training and competition. And if it needs mentioning, both their tools' were perfect for them. At the moment I was looking at the bulge made in the thin sheet that covered us three. There was a rising bulge that made quite a tent. I looked back up to Alex's face and saw his eyes open slowly. "Mornin'" he said. I trailed my hand up and down his muscular chest. "Morning, master." That was another term we used for Alex. My throat was dry, though. "I'm a bit thirsty, sir." He smiled and then pulled down the sheet. "There, drink."
If there ever was a cock to make a straight man want to experiment, it was Alex's. I grabbed his erect tool, and then took him in my mouth. As always, I had to fight back the gag reflex, as his cock was on the verge of threatening to go down my throat. I bobbed my head up and down, my tongue savoring the shaft that had impaled me earlier. Finally, he released himself in me. I licked the tip of his shaft and then looked up at him. "Go get some water then, put something on, though." I nodded, and stepped into the bathroom and threw on a robe. As I exited the room, I looked behind me to see Alex turn to Markos and begin stroking him.
I went downstairs, stopped for a second to look out the door of the living room that led outside. Mark had introduced me to the taming there. I smiled and then went to the kitchen. I poured myself a glass of milk, and as I closed the door to the fridge, I saw I wasn't alone. "Hey, Jim." It was another beautiful sight. Wearing a bathrobe that left little to the imagination, was Tiffany, Mark's sister. She was around sixteen, a bit chubby, but with a cherubic face that was accentuated by her flowing golden hair. "Mornin', Tiff." I said, going over to her and greeting her with a kiss. "Were you going to shower?" she asked me, eyeing my bathrobe, and probably my growing erection, curiously. She was a close friend's sister, and I couldn't bring myself to make a move or to tell her that I had belonged to her father all night long. I didn't have to.
"You were tamed?" She asked coyly. "How did you know?" I asked, suspiciously. "Well, for starters, you're kinda red, so you probably had something long and hard in your mouth recently. Two, it was kinda hard to miss y'alls moans of pleasure." "I hope you don't think less of me because of that." She laughed. "Of course not, most guys that come into this house, which are not many, are tamed. And after all, if you don't mind getting it, I'm sure you don't mind giving it." She stood up and walked over to me, and took me by the hand. She led me to a room downstairs, another bedroom. Her mother, lanky but very attractive was sleeping in one side, wearing much the same as her daughter. Tiffany laid back on the bed, and opened her legs, inviting me to go over. I knelt at her feet and kissed her toes, she giggled, then my hand spied something black and long next to her thigh. I picked it up, and it was a strap-on dildo. I looked curiously at her, and then at her mother's open sleeping robe, and saw that both mother and daughter were very wet.
"My mother and I share a very special bond." She said softly. "This, I see." And then turned my attention back to her pussy. I bent down and licked her wet opening gently, as she began to coo and moan in pleasure. "Oh, James." She said as I stuck a finger to aid my tongue, each drawing circles inside her vagina. The smell was shockingly beautiful, and I was at home here. Eventually, she grunted and commanded me to stop teasing her and to take her. Again, I obeyed. I opened her robe completely and thrust myself into her. My hands went for her breasts, followed by my tongue. I gently bit her nipple, which caused her to squeal. The feeling was incredible, just the night before her brother had been bucking on my own dick, and now I was giving the favor to his sister.
"Enjoying ourselves, are we?" I turned, and it was her mother, who was stepping out of her nightgown, as well. "Does this family enjoy fucking or what?" I had to ask. Stacy, Tiffany's mom laughed, just as Tiffany drew another moan. "We like young men, all of us." Then I saw her applying some lubricant to the black strap-on, and then she stepped into it. For a moment there I had the naivette to think she was going to get creative with her daughter, but there was no such thing. She grabbed me by the hips and thrust her self into me, my hole once again being invaded. I grunted as I kept on sliding in and out of her daughter. "You really enjoy this, don't you, James?" "Yes, ma'am, I love to have my dick in your daughter's pussy." She thrusts herself harder into me, just as my orgasm was beginning to build up.
"How about this?" The feeling was overwhelming, I could barely talk. "Yes ma'am, I love getting fucked, I love having it up my ass!" I said, and then Tifany screamed and released her juices on me just as I spilled my seed in her. "That's a good boy." She pulled out of me with an odd plop.
She stood up, and stepped out of her strap-on, and held it up. Tiffany saw it, and crept out from under me and put it on herself. "Turn over on your back." Stacy said, and I obeyed. "Now, put your legs in the air." I complied, and then Tiffany grabbed my ankles. I saw where this was going, and took a deep breath as Tiffany plunged into me. "Mmmmmh" I moaned, as each thrust got me even hornier. I couldn't resist myself and began to masturbate. "Oh, don't worry about that, honey." I looked at Stacy, she was in her mid thirties, skinny, but conveyed a raw sexual power much like her husband did. She stepped over me and placed her pussy over my face. The bittersweet musk permeated through my entire body, and I began to instincitively eat her out. She returned the favor soon enough and began sucking on my shaft, with one hand playing with my balls and the other guiding the dildo in and out again. I shuddered with each thrust, and I had the sense of mind to notice that her son sucked like her, as if a cock was like a candy cane, and there was a need to squish all the juices out. Soon enough, the pleasure became too much to bear, and with my fingers working their magic in her anus and vagina along with my tongue, Stacy came, just as I put my seed in her throat. "I think we're going to have a fun time with you around, Jimmy." I had to laugh.