She dipped a finger into her pussy. It was slick and wet from sucking her father's cum and swallowing it. She reached down with the rubber facsimile o... her brother's penis and put it between her lips, where her finger had just been.She pulled on it... and froze.There was pain.She remembered Uncle Bob's finger in her, and his care to avoid stretching her hymen, and not wanting to cause her pain. And it DID hurt. But something told her that the pain would go away, and the urge to fill her pussy. WITHOUT WARNING THERE WAS A LOUD SMACK THEN A STINGING FEELING,THEN ANOTHER AS KEN SLAPPED ME HALF A DOZEN TIMES WHILE HE WAS TELLING ME I HAD BEEN A BAD BOY.AS I STAYED ON ALL FOURS MY ARSE BURNING I FELT KEN LEAN OVER AND GET SOMETHING FROM THE BEDSIDE CABINET.THEN THERE WAS A REALLY COLD SENSATION ON MY ARSEHOLE AS HE PROCEEDED TO RUB LUBE INTO ME.AS HE RUBBED HIS PRESSURE SEEMED TO GET HARDER UNTIL HE HAD ONE FINGER PUMPING IN AND OUT OF ME,THEN AS I STARTED TO LOOSEN UP HE PUSHED ANOTHER. Firstly, I wasn't a jock. I was in the second string swim team, butthat's as close as it got. No more macho bullshit for Beth to have totolerate.Secondly, as I mentioned, I was top of my class. Granted my classconsisted of only 8 other people, including Beth. Oh... and they were allgirls. Not that that's relevant.Which brings me on to the third point. I was the only boy on the course.And what kind of boy did our course? The sensitive, loving, supportive,caring boy, that's who. The boy who's in. Since I knew that our son was gone, I got up and went out into the kitchen to see what was going on and who was there.As I opened my door, I could definitely hear my wife speaking to someone. Then again I heard two unfamiliar male voices speaking back to her. I went on out into the kitchen and found my wife standing in the kitchen, dressed only in her little cami top, hose, garters, and panties. (Now my wife is a very small, petite woman who stands only 5'3" tall, has very small 32A breasts,.