Dad soon got behind me and entered my ass and we were all fucking and screaming and bathed in cum. I loved getting my ass fucked.It seemed our family ...as always fucking each other. We soon gave up wearing clothes and just wore robes that could be removed in an instant. My dad loved to finger my ass and pussy and fuck me often. His hands were always some where on my body. One night he kept me in his bed all night and fucked my ass and pussy over a dozen times. He and I could not seem to get. Her hands now shifted to my ass and she was rolling her fingers on my ass cheeks. Meanwhile, I started licking her neck and then came above her. Her lovely body was below my body. From her neck, I moved to her boobs and kissed them. Her light moans filled the air around us and she was moving her hand on my back.Then I raised her t-shirt and bra and that lovely pair of boobs were in front of me. I started licking them like anything and her legs were playing with my legs. After sucking her milky. He was clearly embarrassed to discuss having had sex with his mother. He acted as though it was a bad thing, that it was his fault and that he had sone something wrong. I assured him that the fault was mine. That seeing him touch himself had gotten me so horny I couldn't help myself. I asked him if he liked it. He hesitatingly said he did. I asked if he would want to do it with me again. His eyes got wide. He looked at me with his mouth half open and just nodded his head. Then I dropped the. But he did atleast have some idea what to do.The problem though was that this wasn't his best friend, but a completestranger. He couldn't even be sure it was one of the men he'd seenoutside, though that seemed most likely. Still, what choice did he have?He was no match for the men who had trapped him here. With a sigh he satdown on the toilet seat, shuffled around to face the hole and, tryingdesperately to suppress a burst of nausea, tentatively lifted the flaccidintruder to his mouth.Two.