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... didn't even pause, he just looked back at me and kept on fucking. I looked over at Ken then. If he cared about my pain he didn't show it. He came towards me, he reached into his pants and pulled out the biggest, blackest prick I had ever seen. He climbed up onto the bed. "Want him to stop?" He kneeled by my head. "Want him to stop, you little white piece a shit?" He pushed it against my cheeks. "Tell you what. He'll stop when you swallow my load!" They both laughed, they thought this was funny. "You bring me off like this - else when he finishes I'm gonna tear your little sissy ass open." I had him in my mouth before he even finished. While Kyle continued hammering himself inside me I took as much of him as I could in my mouth. I could only get less than half of it in, it was so big, so wide. I wasn't on the pillow anymore - I had to push myself up off the bed so I could reach him. Kyle stopped while I did this, he held himself deep inside me. Once I got Ken in my mouth he started in again. He grabbed my belly and started doing me like a dog. With every pump, he drove me forward and my lips would slide along his father's cock. My balls were swinging loose. My body felt like an electric wire between them, charged at both ends with their hard, driving power. Oh they were having a good time! They talked to each other while they got themselves off. They talked like I wasn't even there. "Oh, fuck Dad. You were right, this is . . . dynamite!" "Best part is you know the little shit ...

... ain't ever gonna forget this. Till the day he dies, he ain't ever gonna think of sex without thinking of you." His father came first. He made a moaning sound, threw his head back and let himself go. I held him in my throat, feeling that head of his jump and a stream of warm stuff fill my mouth. He had so much seed that I almost choked, I stretched my lips slightly and it came running out the side of my mouth, even as still more of the stuff came pumping out of him. "Damn, you taught him good!" Ken said. "Whata fuckin' sweet mouth!" He grabbed my head and pulled me off his dick. He pushed my face down into the mattress and held it steady there with his hand on my neck. I could smell his cum, as my nose mashed it into the sheet, and I could feel more cum drip from his prick onto the back of my head. "You ready boy?" "Yeah, Dad . . . I'm ready." "Don't rush, though. You can do this all night if you want. Take your time, boy." "No, it's OK. I . . . wanna . . . cum now." He was breathless, overcome with the thrill of all this. Ken held me still - his fingers held the back of my head like a vice. All of my senses were pinned back in my ass. I could feel every ridge and muscle of his son's cock as it rode up and down the raw, sensitive channel inside of me. Now that I had my ass way up like that, now that his father was holding my body still, Kyle was really coming deep inside, and he was making strange, low noises. Suddenly his movement slowed, and his father saw the signs: "There, ...