Chapter 4

“Wow, you both have big ... bananas,” Dawn seized the first euphemism she could, not being comfortable with profanity just yet.

“That’s one way to put it ... I take it that my own father has replaced me in your ... affections?” I teased her a little.

“Don’t be silly, kid. I’m just ... breaking her in for you. Right, honey?” Dad chuckled now, feeling a bit more comfortable in his own skin than he had been in the recent past, “besides, we’re a family that shares our ... toys, right?”

“Is that a two-way street?” I implied a lust for his own ladies, of course, making them blush.

“Of course it is, especially with me not being the picture of youthful vigor and stamina that I used to be. I’m still a stud, but an older one about to be turned into glue, so a new stallion can replace me in time,” Dad joked with me a bit, even if there was a hint of bitterness to his joke.

Well, who wouldn’t get a little salty with Father Time, right? As Davos noted, “nothing fucks you harder than Time.” There’s always going to be some resentment of the loss of one’s youth with the steady, creeping march of old age and its limitations.

“Trust me. You’re not gonna be used in an arts and crafts class anytime soon, Mr. Ed,” Mom teased him now.

“Or Rocky, since he’s apparently the Italian Stallion, you know. He certainly has the cock for it,” Noelle observed as she admired her husband’s impressive prick for the millionth time.

“Yeah, any time that I think that I might be a lesbian, I remember what a prick like that feels like inside me ... and damn it, I’m pretty sure that I’m bi instead after that. Glad to know that he has passed that ... particular legacy down through his genes, too,” Rania licked her lips as she ogled my groin.

“Yeah, talk about... ‘like father, like son,’ right? That’s one family tradition that I don’t mind at all. Big, fat, long ... dick,” Julie began sucking me off right in front of our parents.

“Can I try it, too?” Dawn begged her best friend.

“Yeah, kneel next to me and open wide for that thick rod of his!” my stepsister encouraged her to help her fellate me.

“Let’s make it quick ... Mom’s hungry!” I warned them.

“Very ... hungry, though not just for supper,” Mom licked her lips as she drooled over my privates.

“His arse isn’t bad, either,” Noelle reminded her.

“Yeah, nice and tight!” Rania added, openly admiring my tush.

“I don’t typically swing that way, but I must admit that it’s a rather sweet ass,” Dad confessed as he stared at my bum.

“So, we’re all agreed that Jack Visconti has a terrific butt, then?” Mom replied as she knelt behind me and began kissing my buns, “not that yours is bad, dear. It’s just hairier than our son’s, that’s all.”

“Yeah, no kidding!” Rania declared as she joined Mom and started licking my buttocks.

“Here, lube me up. I’m gonna have to nail it ... at least once, for curiosity’s sake, if nothing else,” Dad insisted, lining up to sodomize me, much to my shock.

“Okay, but I only bottom with Dad. Hairy man ass isn’t my thing,” I warned them.

“Fair enough ... I tend to agree with you there ... so, as you get older, your butt will be safer from me in time,” Dad acknowledged my point as he began actively probing my backdoor.

It hurt like hell for a few minutes, no doubt of that, having a bit, fat, long cock go all the way up my asshole, but I got used to it after a little while. I even enjoyed the feeling of Dad hitting my prostate, of course, after a painful several minutes or so as I adjusted to his girth as well as his length. It only made my own release imminent, between Dad’s schlongue up my bum and both Julie and Dawn sucking me harder on each stroke. The pleasure was every bit as potent as the pain.

“Do it, bro! Empty your balls on Dawn’s face. I want to see her get a facial!” Julie urged me now.

“And yours, too!” Dawn demanded.

“Hell, yeah!” Julie exclaimed, even as I pulled out of their mouths to splatter their faces with my hot jizz.

Dad now erupted in my cornhole and pulled out, seeing something that freaked him out enough that he ran to the john in response. While we waited for him, we all sat down for supper, though Mom laid out a towel for me to sit on, so I didn’t get Dad’s cum on the chair. To have my own father’s spunk leaking out of my bunghole was a strange, slimy feeling, but I soon got over it, due to Noelle’s exquisite teamwork with Rania. The Middle Eastern cuisine was delicious, even to Dad once he was back from the head. The Shiraz wine worked well with it, too, a nice red, dry without being excessively so.

“Okay, we are NOT doing that again! Once was enough to satisfy my curiosity. It turned my stomach at the end, after I pulled out. Let’s say that I have plenty of room for supper now in my belly!” Dad engaged in some light, self-deprecating, if off-color banter.

“Hey, you gave it the old college try. If someone hits on you with a line about ‘don’t knock it ‘til you try it,’ you can honestly answer that ‘I have tried it.’ You’ve been with a dude ... sexually. You don’t have to add details ... such as ... incest or exhibitiionism,” Mom reassured him with a steamy French kiss that she followed with one for Rania ... and then Noelle.

“I must confess that part of me really wants to clean out his cornhole creampie with my tongue,” Rania suggested, making me blush and even stiffen a bit.

“Go for it! I think that rimjobs are fucking hot, no matter who gives or gets it,” Noelle declared now.

Rania got a devilish gleam in her eye. The next thing that I knew, Mom’s new girlfriend bent me over and started licking my ass clean of my father’s cum. She also tasted my taint and my balls, even taking them into her mouth to tickle them with her tongue. I felt incredibly vulnerable like that, exposed to everyone’s gaze and helpless to resist whatever Rania wanted to do with my butt. The Arab beauty just kept rimming me until I was hard as steel again.