I barely blinked!Off came the blouses in a sexy, shoulder rolling move that ended with the girls turning their backs to me and tossing the shirts asid.... They held their pose a moment while their shirts floated to the floor, their arms outstretched with their hands bent slightly at the wrist, pointing right where the shirts would land. I found it funny in a way, they were pointing twice, and so was I.They stood facing away from me, not really watching the tape, and I realized they’d memorized. They called me a dirty whore, a cock sleeve, a nasty fuckpig, filthy fuck trash, and the list went on and on. Those names, and the degrading things they were telling me to do, had the same effect on me, as telling a dog that they had been a “good dog”. I grunted and worked each and every cock that came near me. My skin was slick with sweat, and my body remained in a constant orgasmic state.Time passed, I don’t know how much, and I don’t know how many cocks took turns at one or more of my holes.. On top of the dresser was a wooden paddle about two feet wide and half an inch thick. My name was carved on one side. I could also see two other paddles hanging on the wall with names carved on them as well. One read Kyle and the other Steve.“What do you think of your birthday present?” Uncle Justin asked.“It looks nice,” I replied not knowing exactly what to say.“I think we need to break it in,” my father said picking up the paddle and pushing out the chair. He sat down. “I am going to give. We continued for ages, mom showing me several positions, me on top, spooning, then mom climbed on top, and made love to me facing me and with her back to me. Each position giving another sensation to my penis, and bringing both of us to the edge of orgasm.Finally mom, who was on top, climbed off my cock. She lay stomach down on the bed but raised her hips so her ass was in the air. “I think you like looking at my ass young man, so now I want you to fuck me from behind” she watched me as I.