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Subject: Summertime Boys - Chapter 7 While these stories house bits of my youthful discoveries they are mostly fantasy. I did play with my friends, was seduced by a schoolteacher and experimented with girls too. I use the word seduced and not molested for my time with the schoolteacher because I was a very willing partner and actually made the first sexual overtures to him. Groomed or not groomed I've always felt that I seduce him and not the other way round. If these types of stories offend or if you are not allowed to read them due to age or jurisdiction restrictions, please go elsewhere. Feedback is always welcome at ail Please make sure that you make a donation to fty to keep this great resource alive. Thanks - Michael Summertime Boys Chapter 7 "So I'm guessing letting Mike in on our secret family life would be very okay with na." Cole had listened to intently to John's story and found he was hard again. He paused remembering joining John and his family on their last vacation. Damn that was a week never to forget and John's off the cuff remark about waking Mark and Marcy brought it all back to mind. It was a blistering memory and the real start was Marcy's dance... She and her cousin, Shelia, had spent hours of girl time with their moms getting their hair done, giggling, putting on makeup and trying on outfit after outfit. Even from the other room Cole could hear the gals... a mom's direction here or a supporting comment there: "Oh you're so pretty, your hair curls and falls perfectly, look in the mirror and tilt your head. See how it bounces. A model would kill to have hair like yours." That plus other words of enrichment such as: "That outfit is stunning on you. Wow, look how your green eyes pop by applying just a hint of makeup with red in it. A little brush of this around your eyes and any man would be putty in your hands. Hell, just wait and see. The boys out there are going to make fools of themselves over the two of you. You two ladies are so stunningly pretty you'll make them suffer with wanting you." One of the final sounds was a little mist of hair spray. Then more coos and ahhs just before na said. "Go should show the boys..." Between the time spent dolling the girls up and the comments of the moms, their joy in girl time was obvious. The boys looked at one another waiting and just when they thought they'd get to see what the gals had in store for them they heard... "Oh no, not that one it doesn't flatter your shape, try this one instead." Damn!!! Women could be so fricken frustrating. They were changing clothes... AGAIN! On and on it went until Mable dug something out of the fresh laundry and said to Shelia, "here try this on." "Ahhhh ma that's only the tee shirt off my old Teddy it's way too small and it will never fit" "Shelia, it does fit, almost. We washed it after you tugged it off Teddy and playfully put it on. Remember how tight it was. Trust me it will make the guys drool!" Shelia did remember how tight it was and somehow knew it would wear well. She wiggled into it and looked into the mirror as her mom exclaimed. "It's perfect, look hoq it clings to you like a second skin. It's innocent, soft and sexy. It's also stretched to its limits so it's become see through. You know what that would do to the boys?" Shelia twirled and grinned as she appraised her reflection. She had to admit it really did show off her little body. "Here put these on too" Mable handed Shelia a pair of white panties equally too small. Shelia wiggled her taut little bottom into them, checked herself out in the mirror and gasped. "Mom, I can't wear these look how they ride up. They cling to my bottom and creep into every crevice. Just look at my pussy!" Something her mom and na had already done. She pushed out her hips show her sweet camel toe to her mom. The panties clung to every curve and dip of her pubic mound outlining it flawlessly. She twirled around and inhaled sharply when she felt herself moisten. The panties and done the same to her backside. They molded to her butt deeply sunk into the crease of her ass. Defining and separating them... It was sinfully delicious. She looked at all the other faces in the mirror, her mom, Marcy and na. All of them were looking at her sexy bottom open mouthed. Right then she knew how sexy she looked and wanted to run into the other room to show off for the boys... The 'boy's were her dad Ron, Uncle John, Cole and cousin Mark. She tingled waiting to see their faces when they saw her all made up, her hair done and wearing her Teddy's naughty tee and tight panties. Their eyes were going to pop out of their heads. She made a move to run into the other room and her mom grabbed her slowing her down. "Hold on sweetie, you have to wait for Marcy. We need to finish her outfit too. The guys have no idea what a treat they are in for." Then leaning to her daughter Mable whispered, "I think you're the prettiest!" Shelia's smile said it all. The thought of sharing the spotlight with Marcy had kind of bothered her but at the same time Marcy being there too added a measure of support. Throwing another glance at herself and then at Marcy she knew they were going to floor the men. Keeping with the theme Mable started na had found one of Marcy's old leotards. One from a few years ago, which she had never worn because then Marcy had objected... 'you can see my panties through it'. na held it up running a critical eye over it. It was equally as small as the tee Shelia had on and promised to be every bit as tight. Marcy's earlier concern on how see through it was of course would vanished. See through was exactly the right thing now. And of course Marcy wouldn't have to worry about the boy's seeing her panties, there weren't going to be any. Marcy pulled her eyes off her cousin and saw what her mom held. She began to grin instantly and reached for the leotards. The material was exactly the right for what she was doing. It was soft, thin and very, very stretchy and when she snaked into it and glanced into the mirror she was delighted. It was every bit as see through as she had remembered perhaps maybe more so and Marcy loved one other thing about it... the neckline had been pulled down nearly exposing her dime-sized nipples. She checked herself out. Marcy decided that Shelia and her would be sexy, naughty and stunning in their revealing outfits. The fabric clung to her every curve as tightly as Shelia's tee and panties. It didn't dip into her sex the way the panties had on Shelia so she fidgeted and squirmed trying to get the material to show off her sexy parts in the same way. Her mom saw her wiggle and knew what she was trying to do and came to the rescue. Slipping a finger under the seam she guided it; first around the cheeks of her bottom adjusting the leotard so it showed a lot of cheek and then down under the girl tucking it between her legs stretching and guiding the material between the lips of her pussy. na fought off a bout of dizziness because the second she brushed her little girls slit she realize that Marcy was wet. na withdrew her finger and actually saw a slick drop of dew on it. Surreptitiously, na brought that finger closer to her face just to catch a scent of her daughter's arousal. The motion hadn't been missed by Mable and when the girls seemed distracted na moved that finger closer to Mable so she could catch the aroma too. With a suggestive nod na let Mable help her adjust Marcy's leotard. Both women ran their hands and fingers over the girl, tugging, adjusting and smoothing out the garment. Fingers trailed over the girls little nipples, her tight bottom and of course her sex making sure the outfit clung to her just right. Every little touch near her opening shouted about how moist she was... as were both women. It was Mable who pulled the leotard off to the side exposing Marcy's lips. Trying to control her base instincts the woman couldn't stop herself and teased at Marcy's little slit. Marcy let out a little whimper and Mable looked right into na's face as she pressed the tip of a finger into na's daughter. She justified her actions using the lame excuse of making sure 'the fit was just right!' A transparent feeble lie, which na and both girls recognized it for what it was. Readjusting the tight dance gear Mable nuzzled close to na's daughter as Marcy na did the same with Shelia. The two grown women with each other's daughter in front of them all gazing into the mirror and checking out the results. Hair was perfect, the makeup simple, soft, very alluring and light enough to excite without being cheap. The outfits complimented the girl's shapes and were undeniable revealing and playful. Each mom caressed the other's daughter smoothing out their getup while letting their hands play over their bodies. Each woman wanting to rip those outfits off the girls and have their way with them but instead... With much oohing and aahing the moms hustled the girls off to show their dads, Cole and Mark how pretty they looked. Just as they were about to leave the room Mable stopped them, one last time, ran into the living room and took a second to turn on some music. She shuffled through a number of selections until she found something for the girls to dance to. Then with a backwards glance, a skip and even a twirl Mable disappeared back into the other room. The guys all watched Mable's dance back craning their necks towards the girl's room. They couldn't help but smile at the way Mable had left. Their smiles soon grew into overt, heavy eye lidded, burning longing as soon as they saw Shelia and Marcy. The girls, full of themselves, pranced into the room swinging and swaying to the music. As a last second addition to their outfits na had given the girls white chiffon scarves. The scarves were as light as a spring breeze and equally diaphanous. They billowed and shimmered as the girls moved. Shelia and Marcy clung close to each other with their first hesitant steps but between the encouraging compliments of their moms and the stunned hungry stares from the guys they quickly found their personal 'sexy'. The dancing became more free and abandoned with Marcy set the movements and Shelia mimicking them. The girls were stunning. All four of the guys John his son Mark, Ron and Cole had instantly caught how the nearly nonexistent outfits clung to the girls. They might as well have been nude. Well, actually this was nastier than them just being naked. Every time Marcy would raise her arms her little nipples would make an appearance slipping above the seam of her leotard. Shelia's little nips were also clearly visible under the tight top and both girls sported a most incorrigible little camel toe. It was absolutely depraved. The girls danced, twirled, leaped and glided around the room watching the scarves fill and trail delicately behind them. They threw beautiful long legged kicks with pointed toes into the air just like in dance class but oh now the men's eyes often darted to their pussies. It was exhilarating! The more the guys looked the more the girls bent over or arched enhancing how the tight togs displayed their private parts. The guys had begun to clap in time to their steps which spurred them on. They were sexy little things and as the guy's claps became cheers, hoots and whistles the girl's became bolder in how they showed off. Marcy hands caressed her cheeks then languidly ran them over her neck and chest amazed at how the boy's eyes followed her hands. Where ever her hands went their eyes followed. Enjoying this on so many levels Marcy seductively ran her hands over her hips and ankara yeni escort (http://www.bayanmap.com/k/ankara-escort/yeni-escort) around her bottom cupping her own cheeks. Shelia had noticed the men too and over in the next few minutes the two girls began to vie for their attention. Shelia, did a quick little pirouette with her arms above her head. Just like in dance class but this time her dance had an impishly risqué nature to it. She was sure her little nipples were showing and with a subtle check she was pleased to see them clearly visible through her top. She stopped her twirl and faced the men swaying her hips dipped her knees and then spread her legs seductively. Knowing she had fully captured the attention of the boys she let her hands wander over her body. It had the same stunning affect that Marcy's had. The guys were frozen and dazed. They watched her hand glide over her chest and then towards the seam of her top. Seductively she slipped a finger beneath the material. Flirtatiously and in time with the music she stretched the top as her whole hand slipped beneath it. Keeping her attention on the boys she ran her hand over her young fleshy, flat boobs. This steered the whole scene down a more scintillating path. Somewhere in the midst of their sudden rivalry and sensual steps both girls connected to their sexual urges. The focus of their display changing and becoming much more overt. Shelia had caught it when Marcy's dad adjusted his cock when Marcy's nipple had 'popped out' of her top. Then she happened to make eye contact with her own dad and notice a telltale movement. Her dad's cock moved in his shorts and she had done that to him! Marcy too had caught the by play between Shelia and her dad heightening her level of excitement. She loved the way Shelia's dad was looking at her and wanted her dad to look at her the same way. Marcy could see the outline of Ron's cock and knew it was close to being hard and shifted her vision to her dad's crotch. She was pretty sure that her dad was erect but his cock was too hidden, too tell. One thing she did notice was that her stupid brother was leaning against Cole and touching himself. Knowing that he was doing that because of her dancing sent a heated flood through her body. Suddenly her brother didn't seem all that stupid. She felt vulnerable yet empowered as the men drank in her partially exposed torso. It was deliriously naughty and she wanted more of this feeling. As luck had it the song playing had slowed and faded so with a quick look at each other both girls darted back to the other room. The sounds of their sweet happy giggles trailed off. Depending on where you were the bright joyful giggles either retreated or approached. The two of them were so excited that they skipped, hopped and ran into the other room where their mothers waited. The moms had watched from the doorway and had admired how both girls looked, moved and commanded the room. As the giggling gals ran in with uncontained energy they asked nearly in unison... "Did you see us? Did you see the dumb looks on the boys? Oh gawd, they were ready to pounce and rip our clothes off.... Wow that was great." It was Shelia's mom who said. "Yes of course we saw. You were beautiful, sexy and in command. You two girls are such pretty things, so young, tasty, sexy way beyond your years. There isn't a man or many women would deny you anything after a show like that. Those silly guys would have jumped of a cliff had you told them to do it." Both Marcy and Shelia nuzzled close to their moms, chests heaving and flushed with how well they had done. They knew when things were just right and their dancing had been perfect. The little ladies recovered their breath and when Marcy and Shelia caught each other's eyes they broke out into a second spate of victory giggles. "Damn, why do girls always seem to be giggling?" Mark asked as he looked up at his dad, uncle Ron and Cole. Three sets of nodding heads was all the response he got from the men. They were all looking towards the door where the girls had just disappeared. A touch dumbfounded and a whole lot aroused it took a second or two but the guys started to applaud and sent a few shouted 'bravoes' towards their entertainers. Their dance had indeed been seductive and done very well. For John and Ron it was a strange mix of pride in their daughters coupled with wonder and arousal. "Do you hear that?" Marcy exclaimed as she looked from face to face. Her own level of self-confidence and satisfaction swelling as she listened to the guys cheer. Beside her Shelia felt the same. The cheering and clapping continued and continued until all four gals made out one word from the din coming from the other room. Fours male voices kept shouting, clapping and calling out... "More" The sound level didn't dwindled and in fact it seemed to rise. Both girls loved how the men clamored for them. It was really great to be wanted like this and with a look at each other and then at their mom's they knew they'd give the boys an encore. They started to get up when na slowed them with a... 'Hold on... You gave them an appetizer now it's time to give them the main course. Hummm let's see what changes can be made?" Both mom's were looking over their daughter's reflections and trying to decide what to do. Reaching out to a bouquet of flowers na broke off several. Next she untied the pink and lilac ribbons that bound the bouquet together and those she passed to Mable. She began to part Marcy's hair brushing and twining it between her fingers when she looked at Marcy and decided. "Oh this will never do..." As she gave the leotard a disapproving glance. "It's become dirty and sweat stained we'll need to find you something else to wear." Placing the brush back on the table na helped Marcy out of the top. "It's a good thing we pulled this off before we did your hair otherwise we'd have messed up all the work I would have put in... We'll come up with something sexy for you to wear." Marcy held garment after garment against her little frame while judging them in the mirror and discarded each one. After going through the best candidates and eliminating all of them Marcy stood close to tears, sullen and pouting in front of the mirror. She kicked at the floor, her hands on her hips and then shook her head sending her long hair flying. Somewhere in all this she caught the reflection of her hair sweeping through the air and an idea was born. She knew exactly what to wear... well actually not wear. If she could convince Shelia then they would look naughty... very naughty and questioningly she looked to her mom. "Mom do we have to find something to wear?" It took a couple seconds for na to catch on but seeing how Marcy was shifting left and right in the mirror checking out her half-naked form she suddenly knew what Marcy was trying to say. And, that released a flood between her legs. Her pussy had gotten so hot and wet that she thought the moisture might ooze down her leg. Their eyes met and then the both looked into the mirror seeing if Mable and Shelia had figured it out. From the impish grin on Shelia's face it was clear she had and then checking Mable's reflection Marcy and na watched how Mable's eyes traced over Shelia's flat girl figure... Yup, she had it too. All four of them grinned at each other as Mable said... "The boys well never know what hit them." With that Mable helped her girl out of the leotard. An instant later Shelia was naked and in the chair next to her as both moms began to work. na busied herself weaving flowers into Marcy's hair while Mable put Shelia's hair up using the ribbons. The room echoed with more girl giggles. Shelia and Marcy ate up the attention as their mom's primped and brushed. When done both moms stood back appraising their work when Mable reached to the table and grabbed a small bottle of perfume adding... "One more thing." She tugged the stopper from the bottle and held it out between the girls for them to sniff. Their moms watched their girls naked and leaning towards each other. It was such a sensual motion and image. Their faces nearly touched as each one of them waved their nose over that glass plug. Almost in unison they became suddenly aware of the how close they were. Their eyes blinked and then darted about checking out moist lips and aware of the other so magically close. Both gals so vibrantly intrigued by the perfume's seductive scent, the nearness, their naked state and the risqué nature of what they were doing they kissed. Closing the small space between them their lips met. A gentle, barely there kiss, hands came up and lightly landed on each other's side. Tender lazy fingers tensed as both gals delicately urged the other closer. Soft lips pressed but they kept their connection light and ethereal. A kiss few men could understand much less match and the girls instinctively knew it. Their moms watched in the mirror so keenly aware of how fresh and new these emotions were for their girls. Both women felt their insides warm as loving desire made them remember their younger selves in the same moments of discovery and arousal. They stepped close to each other and with one arm slipping around the waist of the other. The moms gave each other a half-hug and then they too shared a kiss. It lasted only seconds but the Sapphic fire that had been banked promised to burst into flame. The moms and daughters would have their own private time but not now. A feather touch on Marcy's shoulder brought her back from the lost kiss with Shelia and she glanced to the mirror seeing the two moms pressed close and kissing. Marcy leaned back into her chair and looked Shelia over from head to toe realizing that she was beautiful. Somehow girls kissing girls did something to her insides... a good something. Mable pulled away from na and neatly put the stopper back into the bottle, inverted the bottle and returned it to its upright state. Then pulled the stopper out again and dabbed a dainty streaks of scent over each gals pulse points. Taking advantage of the moment Mable rolled the bottle a last time and ran the fragrance-covered stopper across each of her daughter's nipples. Loving how that light teasing touch made her little girls nipples harden. Mable thought about passing the perfume to na, only for the smallest part of a fraction of a second. Instead, she boldly gave na a sultry glance and touched her daughter adding perfume to the same body parts. Just before she pulled her hand from Marcy's chest she wickedly pinched the girl's nipples making them pop as Shelia's had done on their own. Mable watched na's face flush as she did it. na's eyes would widened then dart between her fingers and Marcy's nipples. In the heat of the moment na's eyes flickered toward Shelia and it was obvious that na wanted to touch Shelia in the same sensual manner, again, a promise for the future. na's passion boiled and spilled as Mable pinched her little girls tits and her mind raced for an excuse to touch Shelia. Eyes searching about fell on the makeup tray and instantly na found an excuse to touch Mable's naked daughter. Picking up a the color pallet and her powder brush she went through the motion of finding a color suitable for Shelia's skin tones and then lightly ran just the tips of the brush through a blush tone. It was a feeble, transparent game but none of the other gals let on how silly it was and instead they went along the ploy. "Now just a touch of color to bring out a rosy glow." And, na skimmed the brush ever so lightly over Shelia's right nipple. All of them watched it rise in excitement as the brush yenimahalle escort (http://www.bayanmap.com/k/ankara-escort/yenimahalle-escort) left behind a hint of color. It was not only sexy and risqué but it really did highlight Shelia's nipple. It was made even better because Shelia let out a little moan. She just wasn't ready for how hot and tingly that touch could be and her moan just escaped. The sound Shelia made was one filled with a lusting desire that the moms felt from their boobs to their pussies. Mable and na made quick eye contact with Mable raising an eyebrow and pursing her lips into a petite sexy smirk. na took that wisp of a smile coupled with Shelia's moan as permission to do a more. That was exactly what she did... "Oh you naughty, sexy, beautiful hint of a woman you liked that. Didn't you? What else would you like?" na watched Shelia's face flush with warmth and slip into a look of veiled desire. na shifted the brush to the hand holding the pallet and then with her freed hand she slid it over Shelia's chest, her hand large against the girl's body. She caressed her flat boobs, stroked it over her tummy and then approached her sex without ever really touching her kitty. Scooting around her body na ran her fingers lightly over the girls bottom before returning to her chest where her finger's closed over the unmadeup nipple. This girl was destined to have the kind of nipples that would stick out thick and long like pencil erasers. More moans filled the room, as Shelia couldn't control them. Enthralled with Shelia, na almost missed Mable caressing Marcy. It was Marcy's shifting and spreading of her legs that stole her attention from Shelia. Mable's fingers were gliding over her gal's tummy and moving toward her pussy when indecently Marcy shifted to allow Mable access to her nether parts. Both of them wildly aroused as their eyes recorded na's every tickle of Shelia. If it wasn't for a renewed set of claps and hollers they might not have broken apart. Yanked from their sudden foray into interesting play times the gals all cleared their heads. The fever they had ignited refused too cool. All four of them were left to deal with their own lust. na and Mable had to bottle it up for right now. While Marcy and Shelia let it burn. Somehow, someway they would find a way to relight the same Sapphic passion. Mable gave both gals a quick kiss on the cheek and headed to the other room to find the right music, just like she had done earlier. Now however each step was exquisite agony as her soaking wet pussy lips tingled with her every step. She gave each of the boys a casual libidinous once over and let her eyes linger on Ron, Cole and Mark standing immodestly close together. Her mind raced imagining what those two men might do to na's little boy. These thoughts weren't helping her find the right music but after struggling to refocus she found the perfect sounds. An old Blues instrumental album filled with deep sultry rhythms. She adjusted the sound level and then with a last glance at the guys she returned to the other room. Her mind filled with the last image she caught. Her husband's hand resting on Mark's shoulder well actually on his breast more that his shoulder and Mark looking into her eyes with his pants tenting out. The boy had an erection and after what had just happened with his sister Marcy, Mable had sinful visions of exploring his body. Or, possibly exploring brother and sister together that thought almost made her knees buckle. Physically shaking she made it back, gave the girls a quick glance then eyeing na she focused all her smoldering lust on her. na, caught the look and smiled knowingly back at Mable. They would act on what Mable was thinking but first they had to nudge the gals onto the stage for their next show. Putting lust on hold they patted the girls behinds urging them into the other room. Marcy reached out and took Shelia's hand and together they pranced into the room with the boys. A sultry silence greeted them. The men knew something sexy was coming their way but none of them expected the girls to be so pretty and to be so very naked. Their stunned silence quickly gave way to gasps of 'wow' and soft words of encouragement. Marcy and Shelia had boldly walked in on the boys only to freeze when the men fell into a stunned quiet. This wasn't what they had expected and they almost ran back into the other room. However, Ron's deep appreciative 'wow' slowed their retreat and the husky sounds of the men calling them sexy and pretty renewed both their smiles and inner feelings of doing something very naughty. Hand in hand the girls began to frolic about the room twisting and turning seductively. Marcy lifted Shelia's hand above her head and spun the little angel into a twirl and then brought her to a stop by pulling her body into hers. The contact of their two bodies sent the men into a tizzy of hoots and whistles. Both gals drank up the attention. They gave each other a little kiss, broke apart and danced side by side around the room. Shelia made a half-turn which Marcy stopped by placing her hands on her cousin's hips. Connected this was the girls swayed and wiggled as Marcy slowly brought them together. Shelia's bottom pressed into Marcy's pussy and as they made contact Marcy's arms wrapped around Shelia pulling her in tightly. Their bodies moved as one and Marcy's hands began to roam over Shelia's body. Every one of the guy's cocks had completely hardened and lay trapped within their pants and shorts. Ron and Cole had pressed themselves into Mark's back making sure their hardons brushed the boy. Mark's eyes followed every move of the girls and felt his arousal increase at the incidental contact of the men. John stood beside the three of them his hand moving lightly over his bulge. The gals had caught the guy's reactions loving that they were the cause of the telltale bumps. Marcy's let a hand trail down between Shelia's legs while holding her close with her other arm around her flat chest. Her fingers fell naturally into the creases of Shelia's body; into the 'Y' formed by the meeting of her legs and into the folds of her slit. Still swaying to the music her middle finger slipped deeper with their every move. A soft pressure and Marcy realized just how excited Shelia was. The girl was wet, very wet. The instant Marcy felt Sheila's moisture it made her own pussy cream. Marcy curled her finger penetrating Shelia. As the tip entered Shelia the girl groaned, whimpered and squirmed driving Marcy deeper into her shameless pussy. She cheekily wiggled her pussy against Marcy's touch. And, when Marcy didn't apply enough force Shelia wrapped her own hand over the top of Marcy's guiding her finger deeper into her pussy. Actually guiding her finger as well as Marcy's inside. Brazenly Shelia ground against Marcy's hand and invading finger. Her eyes fluttered and rolled only catching fleeting glimpses of her surroundings. She caught all the boys transfixed my Marcy's hand on her sex and in a brief flash registered that the mom's too had come into the room to watch them dance. Now, they were all watching Marcy finger her little kitty. Bolts of raw electric fever and unbridled hunger coursed through her body. All of the eyes caressed her in ways she had never imagined. Insubstantial caresses so very real that they left a physical sensation in their wake. Almost as gentle and delicate as a feather brushed lightly over her nude, exposed skin. Tossing her hair about Shelia turned her head as far around as she could searching for Marcy's lips. Stretching her neck Marcy tilted her head and met Shelia's lips with her own. Deeply buried in the small girl's cunt Marcy's finger mimicked every movement of her tongue in Shelia's mouth. Both gals were deeply lost in passion. Marcy kept pushing her finger deeper into Shelia as their lips worked and her other hand kneaded the girls flat bosom. Shelia squirmed against Marcy's hand and desperately reached backwards trying to find any part of Marcy she could. Her hand touched the side of her bottom and she clutched and tried to pull Marcy closer to her. An impossibility since they were already glued close together. Shelia's hands could barely find a purchase on the cheeks of Marcy's ass and finally squeezed her hand between her and Marcy, twisting her hand so she could caress Marcy's sex. Falling into place neatly Shelia cupped Marcy's mons when her middle finger found and entered Marcy's opening. They were fingering each other. The girls set fire to the entire room. The moms with their eyes stuck to their daughters slid into each other's arms. Tits pressed and molding against themselves as eyes met and glanced over each other or flashing to their daughters touching one another. Free hands touched arms, caressed blouse covered shoulders then flipped over and ran the backs of fingers over the long lines of bare neck, across the smooth silk of cheek and chin then gently tracing the curve of an ear. The grown women more were languid and sensual in their explorations of each other. The guys however were the opposite. John had wasted no time at all in freeing his cock. His pants open and only part way down, his briefs hurriedly tucked under his balls. He held his member in his fist. Ron and Cole powered by the girl's lewd exhibition had taken only a second before their kissing had started. They towered over Mark making an arch of their bodies as they leaned above Mark. Each of them had a hand resting on Mark's shoulders and as their passion rose during the kiss their hands scrunched up Mark's tee shirt. Breaking the kiss the two men urged Mark's hands and arms above his head and pulled that shirt off his body. Mark could sense the men's need as well as feel their erections through their pants as they leaned against him while kissing. Mark's eyes didn't know what to look at; the moms, his dad's cock or Ron and Cole kissing? The closeness of the guys turned his cousin's show into a minor distraction. Mark simply like boy parts better. So it was always guys who captured his attention. He felt his shirt being pulled off and that made his cock twitch. All of a sudden he wanted to be naked but more than that he wanted to be stripped in front of everyone. Marcy and Shelia, still entwined, had opened their eyes becoming aware of all the lascivious actions about them. The best part for Marcy was seeing Cole and Shelia's dad kissing. Then both guys had pulled Mark's shirt off. She had seen her brother without his shirt a thousand times but now it was different. Shelia too had lustfully watch Mark's shirt get pealed off. The moms and men were hot to look at but all of a sudden they wanted someone closer to their own age. Shelia didn't even realize that she had spoken until her voice hung in the air... one simple word. "Damn." Cole and Ron looked her way and saw the lust in her eyes as she looked at Mark. They both looked at the shirt they had pulled off the boy, smiled and tossed it aside. Then Cole and Ron knelt down with Mark between them. Each one taking control of one of Mark's wrists and lifting it above his head while their free hands worked together. Caresses at first, with both men exploring Mark's exposed flesh and then they went for his cargo shorts. One held the seam while the other worked the button. Once it was freed they let the corners dangle open, loose and inviting as they shot a quick look towards Marcy and Shelia. Marcy still held Shelia against her body with an arm about her chest and her hand buried in Shelia's snatch. The girls had their eyes riveted to what Cole and Ron were doing yozgat escort (http://www.bayanmap.com/k/yozgat-escort) to Mark. It was obvious that they were hungry to see Mark's boy sex. Making sure not to block the gal's view Cole and Ron's hands went back to work. Ron providing the resistance while Cole lowered Mark's zipper. It wasn't as easy as it sounds because that horny boy had begun to wiggle and squirm. Mark couldn't struggle too much since each of the more powerful men held his wrists and that too contributed much too the sensations making him writhe. He loved and hated being a show toy for the girls, being held helpless as the stronger guys took his clothes off. Nothing he could do would stop them and he couldn't believe how much that turned him on. His mind race at the dirty things Cole and Ron could make him do and that added to his wicked desires. Mark's out of control shimmies heightened both men's ardor as they continued their work for the girls. Once the zipper reach the end of its travel the guys nudged the belt seam of Mark's cargo shorts over the prominence of his hip bone, their hands tasting much of Mark's smooth skin. Keeping an eye on Marcy and Shelia they nudged the shorts all the way to his feet. Then before Mark could do it himself the men lifted Mark by his arms to free him from them. Mark's feet dangled inches from the ground and the guys tugged his shorts all the way off. Cole couldn't help himself and he reached to Mark's cock. Pinching the thin shaft within the confines of his briefs. Ron too took this as a license to explore the boy and his free hand reached under the seam of Mark's undies to cup his small ass cheeks in his palm. Mark dangled helpless and loved being molested this way. What other evil things could they do to him? He relished the thought that whatever things they had in mind he was powerless to stop them. That thought sent shivers of fear and lust cascading through his mind and body. More than that he knew anything they want he willingly do. He wanted to be dirty. Marcy and Shelia watched the depraved men having their fun with Mark. It was beyond hot and they desperately wanting Ron or Cole to peal Mark's underwear off. They were hot to see Mark completely naked. Surprisingly, at the same time they were also tad jealous. Each of the gals would have loved to switch places with the boy. Despite those desires neither of them could pull their eyes from the scene and had frozen in place to watch. Seeing the look on the girl's faces Cole and Ron stopped fondling the helpless boy and together relieved the kid of his underwear. The held him helpless and naked for the girl's eyes. His wildly rigid cock bounced and fluttered as the undies had grabbed at his cock in passing. New rocketed sensations coursed through the boy as he proudly showed off his hard member to the girls. Ron and Cole had lowered him and his feet were on the ground but they still held his hands and arms above his head. They just served up his hairless, smooth underarms, cock, balls and body to the girl's hungry eyes. And, oh my, how the girls visually devoured the boy. "Do you want to touch?" Cole had causally scooped up Mark's cock and balls all in one motion and was isolating them by pulling them outwards and offering them to the girls. Shelia stretched tentative hands towards Mark's small but undeniably hard penis. It poked out like iron, curved, rigid and pointing with its seductive curve towards the ceiling. That was before Cole touched it because now it pointed right at her and she could feel herself gush over Marcy's hand. She felt soaking wet and knew she was leaking copious amounts of her pussy juice. As she became aware of her increased wetness her eyes bugged as a clear drop of precum oozed from the little slit of Mark's cock. In a voice husky with sexual need she touched the top of Mark's dick while asking... "What's that?" Her dad, Ron, was the one who answered. "Sweety, that's called precum. Boys do that when they get sexually excited. It the body's natural lubrication so they can more easily put their penis in your pussy." "But it's only a drop and I'm so wet already. It doesn't seem like it would help." Shelia's eye blinked three or four times in rapid succession as she realized that she had just given away her hyper-aroused state. Silly, girl she worried about something that was stunningly obvious to all others in the room. Uncontrolled, she felt a blush heat her face. She was wetter than she could ever remember and squirmed against Marcy's finger as she replaced Cole's hand on Mark's member. Her fist closed about his shaft and Mark jumped like he'd been jolted by an electric prod. He writhed and twisted but had nowhere to go with the men holding his wrists. Shelia didn't care if Mark's startle came from pleasure or a misguided attempt to get away because she had him in her hand and wasn't about to release her prize. Shelia was captivated by how hard and helpless Mark was. Her hand evilly pulled Marks prick away from his body stretched it and tugged it. Just before one of the men could admonish her to be careful she released her grasp letting Mark's cock slap back into place. Reaching up she gave each of his nipples a tweak. She filled all her touch of the boy with a mix of lust and revenge. Revenge for the way Mark would tease her whenever she came over to play with Marcy. The men monitored her fondling and almost intervened a couple times but between her control and Mark's fevered tolerance of her rough touch they settled into the role of an audience. And, the guys loved the show! Mark twisted and turned in their grasp trying to keep whatever part Shelia was reaching for out of her grasp and failing. For all his struggles it would have seemed as if he was trying to avoid her touch except for one thing. Every time her hand met his body he moaned a deep wanton moan. Each moan filled the room with a thick longing that served to push all of them to a high level. Shelia reveled in her control of Mark's body and glanced at Marcy to see her take on the rough play. Marcy had to twist and tilt her head to see but her eyes where stuck to her brother's full erection. So she did something that ever surprised herself. She ran a finger through the strands of precum oozing from Mark's slit and brought it to her mouth, tasting Marcy's, brother's dick. Analyzing it she found it a touch oily but without much taste. And, corruptly she passed a finger back over the little slit in Mark's cock, picked up some more precum and let Shelia take a lick. Curious and testing she did it one more time. Coated her finger with it and then pushed that finger into Shelia. It was not only nasty but it answered a question. Would so little fluid really help a penis enter a vagina? Happily there wasn't an answer so it would require more testing and Marcy happened to know where to get more of that stuff. From across the room the mom's had watched. na shook as the guys held her boy helpless and then quaked all that much more as Ron and Cole let Shelia and Marcy molested her boy. na would have stopped them if Mark had showed any sign of distress but he was showing the exact opposite. The dirty little boy loved it. Naked Mark struggled in the men's grasp his rigid little cock bouncing with his every jump. The guy's free hands had found their way to his body joining the girls in touching and fondling him. For his part Mark filled his mind with images of grown men's dicks and all the delicious things that could be done to and with them. All of this made his dick seem even harder and then Ron started to tickle his ribs. Mark wiggled, tried to bring his legs up to protect his sides and filled the room with his squeals and laughter. On cue Cole too began to tickle the boy's underarms and the tickle assault began in earnest. On how Mark danced like a puppet at a puppet show. Mark, laughed, hopped and wiggled for all he was worth but the guys were just too strong and they tortured him wonderfully. Cole's free hand had tickled its way under his nut sac playing with the smooth patch of skin between his nuts and asshole. Dominated, overwhelmed and insanely erect Mark caught sight of his own member, which, stood out, angry red, for everyone to see. It was just too naughty and Mark had his first cum of that evening. He came without direct contact to his penis. Mark had never realized that was possible but now he'd forever want it again... Cole was so lost in his memory he almost didn't hear John talking at him. "Planet earth to Captain Cole. Hello? Hello? Is anybody there?" With a shake to clear his head Cole's eyes slowly refocused and he saw John with a curious smirk looking his way. Well, actually, looking down at his crotch and with a start Cole realized he was fully erect. John's hand reached out and he palmed Cole's shaft closing his fingers around the tool and give it a genial squeeze. Cole looked at his dick in John's hand then up into his eyes and watched his face as he answered. "I was thinking back to the vacation we all took together and specifically Marcy and Shelia's dance. Wonder what it would have been like to have Mike there too." Cole was 99% gay, no denying that but watching the sexual antics of others always aroused him no matter the sex. Besides in a heightened, need to get off, state guys have been known to let the lines between gay and straight blur. Cole found this to be most evident with young boys and that happened to be why he kept a few magazines both straight and gay around his house. Cole had found Mike's interest in a gay mag intriguing from their first minutes together. Think of Mike only added more iron to his over used, abused cock. "Having Mike there might have been fun but it might have been too early too. So what's the boy like Cole... Spill it." John continued his manipulation of Cole's hard member knowing his resistance to keeping secrets would weaken. Cole could be stubbornly silent about his lovers and their secrets. That was the very reason they felt comfortable including him in their last vacation. Goodness knows the trouble they'd all be in if a hint of their private family life ever got out. However, after sharing that weekend, John knew their bond would allow Cole to weaken around him. He could share those secret, wickedly, forbidden moments safely with him. Teasingly he kept coaxing Cole as he played with his dick and balls. Pleasure and pain alternated within Cole as John's masturbation of his member would sometimes hit tender spots. Finally, he couldn't take any more and he reached down took hold of John's hand and stilled his motion. "I'm too raw John... How about I make you some coffee and I'll give you a few tidbits of my time with Mike." John released Cole's tool. Cole readjusted his robe covering his still erect penis. Hell, just the movement of the robe over it sent mixed signals coursing through him. His hips would readjust himself every time the robe rubbed over the tip of his cock in the wrong way. Walking to the kitchen counter became a tender affair for him. Over the next minutes Cole made and served coffee while sharing the barest minimum of his times with Mike. John sipped his coffee and soon began to paw at the bulge in his own slacks. Seeing John's state Cole left his chair and knelt down and began to loosen John's pants and all the while he was undoing them he added a bit of spice by sharing one of his and Mike's shower stories. Between the two of them they managed to expose John's cock which was rigid and leaking. That was when the story ended and the blowjob began. Cole gobbled John's member and without mercy attacked it. Thinking about Mike, John soon spouted a load into Cole's mouth. Both of them knew they would act on the idea of getting Mark and Mike together with them. Mostly likely as soon as it could be arranged, the decision was made so now the only thing left was making the plan. ***********