Dad's fingers continue to probe my ass, stretching my sphincter, stimulating me from the inside out. His hot breath at my upturned ass cheeks send violent shivers through me. My rock hard penis points at my face, a small amount of pre-cum pools at the pee opening. The sticky substance continues to leak out of my helmet shaped penis head. It begins to extend, then drips off the tip, followed by a long thin string of clear liquid until it lands on the tip of my nose. I cross my eyes but am unable to see the spot where the cum landed.
"HOLY SHIT!"
The fingers hit a spot just inside my ass that causes the words to leap from my throat. I try in vain to gasp for air, being folded nearly in half, blood rushes to my head, my ears buzzing, burning, I nearly forget that Tag is right there, just behind the foot board of my bed. What the heck is he doing? Thinking? Is he really getting off on watching my dad ravage my ass with his bear sized paw? Is he really straight or is this some sick way of him coming out to us? What ever, it is the hottest thing I have have ever done, let alone even fantasized about. My imagination is no where as twisted, perverse or rudely hot as what is happening to us.
The scrapes of wood against wood, my head snaps to the side, I try with all my might to view Tag, just to get a glimpse of him. My body being violated, my dad's hot breath at the crack of my ass, his fingers rammed deep up inside of me, twisting, probing, rubbing that fantastic spot. This has to be the spot everyone refers to as "the spot." It's not as if dad's fingers had penetrated me deeper than they had in the past, nor had he even shoved in as many fingers as he has stretched me with before either. It's just the way he is playing with what ever it is that he found inside of me. Something about the position I'm in must have allowed him such great access to this special spot, I'm just so effing twisted inside that I wish I could cum right now but something tells me that this is not going to happen, well at least not yet.
More scraping of the feet of Tag's chair against the hard wood floor, see's his feet, well just the very ends of them. I can tell that he's beginning to stand up. One foot, then the other move cautiously toward us. I focus back up at dad, his body bent over me, the cheek of his stubble covered cheek resting against my smoothly shaven ass cheek. The flick of his tongue at the very edge of my ass lips, I clench my anus around his fingers. Unbearable, the building of pressure deep inside my balls, a little more pre-cum drips from my prick. The long transparent thread snaps as the blob of liquid finds it's way on the edge of my upper lip.
Flicks my tongue out, moves it over the surface of the red soft flesh, the taste of a salty sweetness at the very tip of my tongue. I pull my tongue back into my mouth, lubricate it with a little spit, let's it slither back out to trace the outline of my mouth in search of more of this liquid platinum. Just a little more, my mind is so self obsessed with the taste of my own seed that when I feel the sudden removal of the mighty fingers from my gripping ass hole, I am brought back to the here and now with another spasm of my ass hole. The fingers were immediately replace by the thick, hot and wet warmth of dad's tongue. It enters me as far as it can, sharp bristling of the late day facial hair covering his jaw line push into the ever so soft and tender flesh between my ass cheeks.
Tag moves closer, closer, I look up, see that he is positioned directly behind my dad. His arms warp around dad's waist, fingers hook under the elastic, sliding his fingers back and forth from haunches to navel and back again.
Dad's tongue to probes me, his teeth brush the outer ring of my ass hole. I clench my insides, he slurps, pulls his tongue out to the very tip, nibbles on my ass hole, sticks his saliva lubricated tongue back in to it's widest point.
Still, I can not take my eyes off of Tag's hands. His left hand grabs hold of the edge of the tan fabric at the waist of dad's boxer shorts, pulls at the elastic waist band, places both hands on dad's hips, proceeds to slide the flimsy cotton fabric downward, exposing first the massive erect penis then the dark and hair covered low hanging ball sack as it slaps against the inside of the cotton under wear.
Tag continues to slide the boxers toward my face, dad's feet being spread just outside each of my ears. Darkness as the fabric covers my face. The musky scent of my dad fills my nostrils. I close my eyes, breath in deeply, gets heady, the fact that I can not see what is going on just above my sight line does not change the fact that I am being pleasured, tormented to no end by my dad's tongue and whiskers.
"God damn it Tag, what?"
Dad's voice booms out from between my ass cheeks, his tongue having been withdrawn, his face leaves the hairless ass cheeks cold, unattended. My ass hole twitches, opens, closes, opens, closes, begs for more, to be use, abused but he call from my upturned ass go unanswered.
Whispers, I can not make out the words that are being shared between the two hulking men above me. I feel the familiar thickness of Dad's hands being placed first on my left then my right ass cheek. Still blinded by the work pants, the pulling apart of the cheeks, my ass hole is left more prone than it had previously been. Coolness, smooth coolness, it has to be the Crisco once again being applied to my back side. Thick sausage sized fingers slide effortlessly back and forth between the mounds of my muscled bubble butt cheeks.
Dad continues to massage my ass crack, he moves his feet from side to side. The boxer shorts are kicked off to the side, light nearly blinds me, then the sight above me, the massive penis being lubricated by Tag's hand from behind my dad's ass.
