10-7 The Suze & Martin Show - Sex Stories

10-7 The Suze & Martin Show

... opened wide again as he witnessed my cum explosion. Bindi was more or less acclimatised to all this by now, and I sensed a distinct change in her as she grappled with her dilemma: her own sexual needs, and her family customs and values. I wished I could help her find answers but I was at at a loss. (So was Margey when we discussed it later.)

The three girls cleaned up the white droplets, snowballing each other, and me (no sweat, man), and Martin (big surprise). Suze gave him a specially crafted sassy look, worthy of her big sister and mentor*, and encouraged him to suck up some big globules that had landed on her boobs. It wasn't quite coercion, but close to it. (He confided in me later, privately, that although he had no gay tendencies, he quite liked the taste, and wouldn't be averse to maybe taking me all - but just once, for the experience.)

*Only Sandy ever really became Franny's sassy partner in crime. Suze was just too nice and goody-goody to develop that trait, but she had her moments - like now.

So in due course, I bought them all their own sets of increasing diameter butt plugs. These ones had detachable long furry tails: Bindi had a fox one, Suze had a cat, Beth was a squirrel. They paraded around the house with no knickers on showing off their appendages. Unfortunately (or fortunately, depending on your point of view), it wasn't possible to wear the tails with clothes on over the top, just the plugs themselves, or they would have gone to college, the ...

... library or Maccy D's with them on.

By the by, a week or two later, they came to the decision that they were all ready. We chose our bedroom as the venue even though it would be a bit cramped. I set up some extra lighting in there.

The day before, I made a big show in front of Bindi and Martin of unwrapping some 'new video equipment' I'd just bought to film the event. They both helped me set up the Wi-Fi cameras (no need to be hidden now), and I was satisfied that they were comfortable with the idea they were going to be recorded on video while these 'perverse' acts took place. No adverse reaction. (I just hoped his parents were not police officers using him as their stooge. Surely no copper was stupid or dumb enough to name their child Martin Marten. I later discovered that his father's first name was Marten with an e.)

After lunch the next day, there was first a suitable pause, and then we all went to take a shower. The 3 girls all stepped in front of me one by one so I could wash and rinse all their bits. They stepped out. To this day, I'll never know what possessed him (or me, for that matter), but he sidled up to me with an expectant look on his face. I gave back my questioning expression, and he nodded. I took the bar soap and ran it all over him: his armpits, chest, belly, legs, feet, arsehole and genitals. I could feel him growing in my hand (almost 6" now, and thicker than before) and it was very nice. He stretched out his hand and my Mr Semi became his alter ego ...