It stung like mad but only increased my excitement.“Mmmhnmf.” It was all I could manage as a reply. I meant Yes Sir.We had all worked ourselves in...o harmony. As Chris thrust forward, tony pulled back, and I was opposite, pushing myself onto Chris as he pushed forward and backing up onto Tony as he rammed into me. The sensation of power they had over me was incredible and I wanted nothing more than to submit utterly. So submissive had I become that Chris was now fucking my throat, pushing his. He taught me how to read a stream andwhere the fish lived, how to catch the fish and how to clean them. Momtaught both Dad and me the best way to cook the trout we caught. Thesewere some of the best years of my life.As the years passed the frequency of my mother's ritual decreased. WhenI was three we would do it almost everyday. By the time I was seven itwas maybe twice a week and at ten twice a month. Being perfectly honestwith myself, I did miss the frequency, but then again I was a boy and. My cock was fully buried deep in Heather's fuck hole. Her squirming on my cock as her orgasm overtook her body caused me to erupt as well. I pumped my load deep in Heather's pussy and bathed her cervix with hot cum.She moaned and her head fell back as she felt my cum spurting into her cunt. After cumming she limply hung on my cock. If not for my cock still buried in her pussy and my hands holding her ass, she would have fallen to the floor. I lifted her off my cock and laid her on her bed."That. My cock of course had been rock hard for ages and it popped out from my pants. Bardhini now screamed “don’t touch me with that”. I could not have cared less. I pulled my pants down and sat on the bed and pulled her head towards me she was struggling again and I said “do you want another whack?” She stopped struggling and was just begging “please, no, please” I shouted at her “wide” and thrust my cock in her face she backed away “ Do you want another whack?” And raised my arm. She opened her.