His big balls slapped against her bottom as he pounded. He finally stiffened and squirted his seed into her warm depths to join those from her husband... She smiled, knowing that the seeds would search in vain for an egg. She was already quickened, although which of the family men had produced the lucky sperm would forever be a mystery.The third mat was occupied by her husband’s father. He positioned her on top so he could caress and suck her breasts. She liked that too because she could get good. I was feeling very kinky, so I brought out my secret stash of sex toys. I took out a spiked collar with a leash attached and a whip.He understood my message and demanded me to give his cock a blow job. I took out his cock and started to stroke it gently. He whipped me, hesitantly. I gave him a look saying that I wanted this. He understood and whipped me a second time, harder. I began to stroke harder and faster. I inserted it into my waiting mouth. I was in heaven. I was gagging on his big. I was rather withdrawn and a bit of a loner until I caught the dancing bug, my parents fortunately indulged me and I enrolled in a ballet school and what I lacked in female form was compensated for by poise and the ability of lithe movement so I was well sought after by the producers of amateur shows. Turning sixteen did not bring much change and people thought I was only thirteen or so as I was virtually straight up and down in shape, a slight narrowing of my waist line but no hips to speak of. My head was spinning and I felt exhausted from what was honestly one of the best sexual experiences of my life. As I sat down in the living room after breakfast, I almost wanted to laugh at the thought that I was becoming some sort of i****t aficionado around here with all that's been going on with our family.But I didn't have much time to reflect on that as my mother came down the stairs to the living room. It was the same scene as the day before, where she came fresh out of the shower wearing.