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This is a work of fiction, and any resemblance to real persons or events is unintended and purely accidental.

This is part two of a series. If you haven’t already done so, it is best to read Chapter 1 first. As there is no story category for bisexual male/MMF, I thought the best place for it was in the Gay section.

Cleanphil

~~~

It was a gorgeous and unseasonably warm Saturday, late April in the outskirts of Mississauga, Ontario. Kat and I were where we loved to be at that time of day – sitting out in the back yard, enjoying the birdsongs of spring.

Kat’s brother Ken never needed to knock when he came to our place, and it was no different this time. But the real reason he was coming over for had me shaking in anticipation.

At precisely two PM, he burst through the back door jovial as all get-out, just like he had done so many times before. Only this time, I was looking at him an entirely different way.

He came over to where we were sitting and gave his sister a hug and kiss, then came up behind me, and ran his hands down my chest toward my bulging shorts, burying his face in my neck.

“Let’s get this show on the road,” he suggested.

“We should take this inside,” Kat responded.

~~~

Kat took both of us by the hands, and led us in to the pool house. Even though it would be a month before we opened the pool, we kept the building heated and used it for a spare bedroom when guests arrived. It was the sort of place where young lovers, living with their parents, might sneak some nookie in when the adults were away, or otherwise occupied.

Inside one half there was a bench and a three-piece bath including a large walk-in shower; the other side was equipped with a queen bed and an ornate antique love seat, upholstered in brilliant colours as it would have been one hundred years before, when it was originally constructed by local craftsmen. Katy sat down and leaned back; she was wearing a sun dress that buttoned down all the way to her crotch, one that she hadn’t worn in some time. I loved her to leave the top three buttons undone, exposing her cleavage, in happier times. And that is exactly how she was wearing it now.

At Katy’s urging, Ken and I stood beside her and disrobed, tossing our clothes in the corner.

“Get on your knees for him baby,” Kat urged me. “Worship the cock that took my virginity. Submit to him as I did all those years ago.”

Kat told us she wanted to direct our playtime activities, and that was totally OK by us. I knew there was nothing she could possibly think of that either of us would not comply with.

I got down on my knees in front of Ken, and began fondling his cock, taking my sweet time to tease him. I nuzzled against him, rubbing my face up and down and around his whole musky package, engaging all of my senses to take him in. His scent was more pronounced than it had been the first time we did this, when we had just emerged from his shower. His large low hangers dangled down at my chin, and I used my left hand to gather them up and massage them, pulling them into my mouth.

Kat leaned in for a closer look, and I could see she had her hand inside her dress.

“Now suck his cock, baby. I want to see how much of him you can swallow.”

Hoping to do a little better this time, I used my free hand to pull back his foreskin and took the shiny pink head into my mouth.

“How do you like that baby? Are you enjoying yourself?”

“Mmm, I should have started doing this years ago,” I said. “I didn’t realize what I was missing.”

“Kiss me,” she ordered.

I broke off Ken and her face was right there. She plunged her tongue into my mouth and kissed me more passionately than she had done for months – hell, maybe even years. When our lips parted, I asked if she wanted to share.

There was no hesitation, and Kat, looking up at her brother, took him and slowly gobbled his entire length down. Watching this spectacle from up close – my lovely wife sucking her own brother’s cock – was to me the epitome of erotic imagery.

I had genuinely forgotten how good she was at this art of pleasuring a man. I looked up at Ken, and his eyes were almost bulged right out of his head in shock.

“Show-off!” I said in jest, looking back at Kat.

After a few moments like that, she pulled off him, spit trails flying off in all directions, looked at me and said, “That’s how it’s done. Now get busy. I want to watch you do it.”

I had never heard her be more assertive than she was here and now. And I loved every goddam second of it!

He sat beside Katy in the loveseat, took my head in his hands and guided my progression, gradually going deep enough to gag me. He would pull back just a bit, then prod further. I just held my mouth open for him and minded my teeth, allowing him access to my throat. That takes trust, I will tell you. But I trusted him unconditionally.

“Feed it to him, Kenny. Make him swallow it,” Kat urged him, a wicked smile on her face, as I surrendered to their will.

Suddenly, Çekmeköy escort he pushed past that point at which my throat protested, and that reflex subsided. It was as though he opened a door, and once past it, he was home free. At that point, I felt so elated that tears began to flow, but I had stopped breathing, so could not sustain it for long. One more inch to go, I thought, and pulled him the rest of the way, before retreating.

On the way back out, my gag reflex was triggered again, and I coughed out a huge volume of cock-suck-spit, thoroughly soaking the object of my affection in the process. He didn’t seem to mind though. I looked up and saw that he was slightly distracted; he and Katy’s lips were locked, and his hand was down the front of her dress.

I got back to work and practiced my new-found skills, working to tame all vestiges of my gag reflex for good. Despite having a mildly sore jaw, I got into a groove, and varied the angle of my approach to relieve my discomfort. Once I found that, I also discovered that I could breathe through my nose even when he was all the way down my throat. That made it easier for me to just keep him there, and just go back and forth an inch or two, milking him with my throat muscles.

I had to pull off him every 30 seconds or so, as the activity was generating so much spit. So I would swallow all that I could, then get right back to deep-throating him again. A steady stream ran from my mouth, down my chest and pooling on the loveseat below, but I was loving every slurpy second of it!

Suddenly Ken shook me from my meditation, mumbling that he was going to blow.

I looked up to see that they had broken their lip lock. Kat’s dress was completely unbuttoned and her hand was furiously playing with her pussy.

Ken placed his hands on my head, bringing it up from where it was impaled on his shaft, and began fucking my mouth in shallower thrusts, providing the stimulation where he most wanted, back and forth over his head and frenulum.

“That’s right, suck it harder, right there. Use your hand on my shaft. Oh yeah, that’s the way. Suck the cum out of me,” he demanded in a gravely voice, hopefully not loud enough to alert our neighbours that an orgy was in progress in our pool house.

I heard Kat go over the edge just as Ken started filling my mouth with his sweet cream. I devoured all of it, licking my lips when he was finished feeding me, then licking up all of the spit I had drenched him with in the process. He had not cum as much as he did the first time, two days back, the first time I drained his full balls.

“Oh my god, that is the first time I’ve cum in, like, months!” Kat purred, smiling down at me, her body still quivering in aftershocks.

“Anything’s possible, with a little help from my suck buddy here,” I jested, finally getting up off my aching knees.

I kissed Kat, and she responded with a hunger for my mouth I had all but forgotten. Her passion had returned… at least for the moment anyway.

Ken and I stepped in to the showers and washed away all the stickies from our bodies – I’d worked up quite a sweat while tending to his needs. As we scrubbed ourselves and each other, he paid particular attention to my semi-hard member, and indicated a strong desire to reciprocate.

“Give me a few minutes,” I said, wanting both of us to relax for a bit first, to prolong my arousal even further.

Kat had gone into the house to grab us some drinks, and as we were drying off, she returned with a jug of water and a large bottle of white wine. Kat and I sat in the loveseat and Ken laid back on the bed, propped up in a sitting position.

We raised our glasses in a toast to our new troika, and chatted about how erotic the experience had been, especially with Kat there to watch and direct.

“I loved how you took control,” I said to Kat, “and I loved watching you two play while I was preoccupied.”

“You’ve always been such an alpha male,” she said to me, “and watching you submit really sent me into a zone. Like I told you before, I’ve secretly wanted to see you do that for forever, and now it has finally come true.”

“Do you fantasize about me, doing the same?” Ken asked his sister.

“Are you kidding? I can’t wait for round two,” she snapped back. “And I have other ideas too. I’m interested to see just how far you guys will go.”

“I don’t think there is anything you could ask, that we’d refuse,” I interjected.

“We’ll see,” she said, smiling a wicked grin and taking another large sip from her glass. “Get over here little bro. I’ve got a special job for you.”

I had an idea what that might be, and I rose to the occasion before Ken was even off the bed. Of course it helped that I had been stroking myself all along, in anticipation of the next act.

“This thing all started when you wanted to suck some cock. So get down on your knees, and show me what you can do for my hubby here,” she ordered.

“With pleasure, dear sister.”

Ken took over stroking Gebze escort bayan my dick with one hand, using his spit for lube, while grasping my ball sac with the other, teasing me for a few moments before bringing his lips to my now dripping head.

“I am so glad you boys have each other to take care of yourselves,” Kat said in her sexiest voice, softly running her middle finger up and down over her cunt, as she watched Ken begin to take me into his mouth. “It sure relieves me of some of the load around here, no pun intended.”

“Do you think you could cum again?” I asked her.

“I doubt it very much, but I am really enjoying being here with you, like this, and watching,” she answered, leaning down to stroke her brother’s hair. “I had no idea you would be so good at this, sucking cock. Both of you. You’re naturals.”

“I had no idea I would love it so much either,” I said quite frankly. “Nor you,” I added, looking down at Ken, who also seemed to be enjoying himself quite nicely, and was now trying his hand at deep throating me.

“Good luck getting your mouth around that monster,” Kat opined, charitably inflating my ego in the process.

“I’m not that big,” I said, adding “And he’s doing just fine.”

And he was, too. He took me deeper than he had the last time we were similarly connected, perhaps spurred on by my performance on him earlier. He took me almost all the way, but just couldn’t get the last inch down.

“That’s OK mate, your heart’s in the right place, and so is your cock-sucking mouth.”

Ken pulled off me long enough to tell me he wanted my cum, then right back down the hatch I went.

“Soon – you will have – your tasty reward …” I uttered, panting now as I danced on the edge of ecstatic abyss.

“Let me jack you off into his mouth,” Kate suggested. I was glad she wanted to participate, at least in a limited way, and welcomed her efforts. “Keep your mouth over his head and suck while I stroke,” she told him, as she took control over the rhythm.

Ken was moaning almost as loud as I was, and producing the most erotic sucking sounds working the end of my cock. Combined with Kat’s skillful handiwork, they had me shooting into his mouth in no time flat.

The sucking sounds soon turned to cum-swallowing sounds; and between the two of them they milked me good, until I couldn’t stand it any more and had to grab Kat’s hand to stop her.

“Sorry, I got a little carried away,” she smirked.

~~~

At our age, Ken and I were pretty much drained for the day. The three of us took what was left of the wine outside to the patio, and chatted for a while about how much we had enjoyed each other’s company.

“Have either of you thought about fucking each other?” Kat wanted to know.

Ken and I both looked at each other and smiled.

“What do you think Ken? Would you like to take a hard cock up the ass?”

“I’d like to take your hard cock up my ass any time. How about you?”

“Same goes for me. I think it would be fun to try both – giving and receiving.”

“I need to recharge my batteries, though. How about next Saturday?” Ken asked.

“Works for me. Who loses their anal virginity first?”

“I want you to take little bro’s ass first, baby,” suggested Kat. “Does that work for you Kenny?”

“I’m all in. I will prepare accordingly.”

All of this crazy talk had both Ken and I foaming at the mouth with anticipation. But Ken was right – at our age, we both needed some time to build up our resources. Besides, Kat had probably seen enough for one day anyway.

“Well if you get desperate before next weekend, just dial 1-888-BLOWJOB and I’ll be there!”

“I got you on speed-dial, buddy,” I replied, “but I want to save myself for Saturday.”

~~~

By midweek, I was really thinking about making that call to Ken, but Kat was surprisingly frisky. I knew she was experimenting with marijuana, and that Ken was making the brownies for her; he was an old pot-head from way back.

Wednesday was the 31st anniversary of our first official ‘date’, and I left the shop early for home. Things were slow and my guys had things well under control. I stopped on my way home for a good bottle of wine, and some flowers for the occasion to cheer my girl.

Well, didn’t I get a surprise when I arrived to find her wearing some very revealing lingerie. She greeted me at the door, and literally pulled me inside, before falling to her knees right there. She had my pants off and my cock buried in her throat quicker than you can say “Bob’s your uncle”.

Needless to say, it was the best afternoon Kat and I had shared in a long time. She let me go down on her too – I couldn’t remember the last time she wanted my mouth anywhere near her pussy. I tried to make love to her – to penetrate her – but she was just too tight. Things had obviously atrophied from the extended drought, but I did manage to bring her to one good orgasm with my hands and mouth, before she finished me the same way.

“If I had Escort Şerifali known how good this stuff could make me feel, I would have started doing it a long time ago,” she said, referring to the brownies Ken had made up for her.

“He’s been after you to try it for a long time now,” I commented, then added, “I am so happy they help you.”

“You really ought to try it too you know!”

“Nah, I did too much of that when I was a teenager. Give me a cold beer and a Cuban cigar any time.”

~~~

Before we knew it, Saturday had arrived and so had Ken, but earlier this time. He wanted to meet us and do the dirty deeds we’d planned mid-morning so that he could eat something later for lunch. He informed us that he had fasted and meticulously cleaned himself out, something I greatly appreciated for our first time.

I had showered, and felt reasonably confident in my cleanliness, just in case things progressed beyond what we had originally planned. Kat had medicated herself with one of Ken’s brownies and was beginning to show the giddiness associated with this particular intoxicant when Ken barged through the front door. He was carrying a cloth bag with him, and I wondered what he might have brought along.

This time, we took him back to our bedroom, and the king size bed, so that Kat could lay beside us and watch from up close. Ken pulled a tube of something out of his bag, explaining that it was flavoured, and meant to be enjoyed orally as well as the primary function of making everything around the back door nice and slick. He handed it to his sister, and asked that she be our ‘lube girl’. She giggled in agreement, which left Ken’s and my hands free to concentrate on each other.

“What else you got in that bag, sonny boy?” Katy wanted to know.

“Have a look for yourself, sis.”

She did, and pulled out a larger-than-life (at least larger than mine) realistic dildo. The damn thing looked and felt pretty real – it must have been one of the more expensive ones, I thought.

“My goodness, who did they model this one after,” Kat wondered aloud, as we both examined it closer.

“Some porn star I guess,” Ken answered, adding that this was the one he had been practicing on.

“You can take this up your ass?!” Kat exclaimed in disbelief.

“Oh yeah, no problem. Mouth and ass. Do you ever take Jimmy with a strap on?”

“Well I have a couple of times, but not recently,” she admitted, as she attempted to get her hand all the way around its girth.

“It’s good for training your man, maybe you should think about it,” Ken joked.

The base appeared as though it would probably fit in our strap-on belt. But it was of course far bigger, by comparison, than the considerably more modest dick that came with Kat’s.

“Why don’t you show me how you practice your cock-sucking skills on it, while Jimmy takes care of your ass,” Kat implored, handing the plastic monster back to her brother.

As we three were discussing potential positions, Kat sort of just took over, true to form, and started to direct our actions.

“Think about this, fellas, what do you do to a woman before you fuck her?”

We looked at one another as though completely clueless as to where she was going with this.

“You have to get him wet first!” Kat informed us. “Now Kenny, you lay down on your tummy, that’s right, just like that. Now spread out those legs a bit. Perfect.”

She looked at me, “Now, get down there and lick his pussy. Get it nice and wet.”

Like me, Ken was fairly hairy down there, legs and ass, but that was not unappealing to me whatsoever. It was who he was, and I thought he had a very attractive ass for a dude. I got down behind him on my knees, and began massaging his ass cheeks, pulling them this way and that and exposing his rosebud. The more I looked at him, the more I wanted him in my mouth. But I took my time, teasing both of us, before my tongue actually made contact at ground zero.

There was nothing about him that turned me off; on the contrary, he smelled and tasted wonderful. Over the next few minutes I probed him first with my tongue, then adding fingers, spreading him out and dilating his hole, as Katy looked on and gently stroked his ass cheeks with her hands.

He moaned loudly and my mouth watered as I opened him up, allowing my tongue to probe even deeper into his hole and absorb all that I was drooling into him. I had only ever rimmed women before, obviously, and I found Ken’s asshole to be much bigger, meatier, much more open to intrusion, than the one I was normally acquainted with.

Ken obviously loved getting rimmed. I used to enjoy doing this to Kat, and had no qualms about tongue-fucking her there, but she had never reciprocated, in spite of my confessed craving for her to do so. She never much cared for anal intercourse either – we’d done it a few times but very rarely, as I am quite thick.

As I worshipped Kenny’s butt hole, I began to imagine him doing the same to me, and that only made me intensify my efforts on him. His hole expanded readily, and before long I was vigorously fucking four fingers in and out of him, and had no problem whatsoever pushing my whole tongue into his ass. It expanded to accommodate me almost like a real cunt might, I thought, comparing them in my head.

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