1 comments/ 5147 views/ 1 favorites The Birder By: rikkitampa2014 I'm an avid birder. I have been since my junior year in college, when I joined a campus club. I realize birding is not the most manly of avocations, especially for someone of my relative youth. But I enjoy it all the same. Once I met a woman from a dating site for coffee and when I told her enthusiastically about my hobby she laughed in my face. "When it said on your profile," she grinned, "that you were a birder, I thought that meant you hunted birds. You know, with dogs and a gun?" And here she made a motion with her hand like she was pulling a trigger. I shuddered. I don't think I've been out with a woman since. Sometimes I think I'd be better off dating men. Don't get me wrong, I adore the female of our species. But in a sense males are far more interesting. Just look at birds. The male is nearly always the more colorful and flamboyant, not to mention the larger of the genders. No self-respecting birder goes out looking to capture the female of a rare species with his camera or binoculars, unless it is strictly for cataloguing purposes. To put it somewhat crudely, the male of the species is what turns us birders on! Lately, during the long winter, I found my private attentions roaming from female, or heterosexual, pornsites, to gay ones. I still remember the shock of watching male-on-male sex for the first time. It was like gymnastics! The two partners trading positions and going at each other, first orally then anally, for the better part of 20 minutes. I was enthralled. And who would have thought males had sex front-to-front, between each other's legs, just like hetero couples? I'd always assumed, in my naïve imagination, that it was always done back-to-front, with the male on the receiving end, so to speak, on his hands and knees. Plus I ask you: is there anything hotter than watching one man slide his bare penis into the asshole of another? Or, minutes later, watching his cum leak out of his lover's hole? Sometimes I wonder, lying in bed at night, admittedly playing with myself, what it must be like to have gay sex. I am not the stuff of a "top," needless to say. But I wonder what it must feel like to be a bottom. Many women (at least in porn videos) seem to enjoy it. But how can bottoms, male or female, take something so large up their rectums? It's unimaginable to me... But what does any of this vulgar sex talk have to do with the pure and pristine sport, or hobby, of birding? Allow me to explain. With the arrival of spring our small birding club announced an outing in the Olde Thompson Forest some 20 minutes north of our city. It's a regular meeting spot, and frequently a fruitful one. Although no bird was off the table, the goal, or highlight of the meet, was to capture, by photograph of course, the very rare, and ever-dwindling, Red-faced Finch, which typically returns from its winter migration to Cozumel and environs about this time of year. The reward? A hat-pin, as usual, along with the high probability of a free lunch at the Brown Hen Diner upon our collective return from our successful birding expedition. I already had several pins in my green club cap. However, some of the older members (I was the only member under 40, let alone 30) had dozens. The thought of being the first of our group to spot a Red-faced Finch that day excited me so much that I had no stomach for the egg-and-bacon breakfast laid before me by my dear mother, with whom I live. She packed me a zip-bag of trail mix instead. Not being much of a "joiner," I quickly allowed myself to drift away from the tail end of our group of six once we were deep along the trail. Staying together as a club was not strictly mandatory as we had an agreed-upon rendezvous point of the Brown Hen at twelve noon. Plus the thought of a dozen feet tramping over leaves and twigs, to my way of thinking, did not exactly lend itself to successful birding. So I went my own quiet way. I'd hiked uphill for a good half hour or more, and had paused to snack on my trail mix of nuts and raisins and Granola, when I heard voices. At first I thought it was my fellow club member, perhaps having circled back. But these voices were loud, raucous even, and birders are never loud. In addition, both voices were male, and there were only two male members in our group today, and I was one of them. Then I heard a cracking sound, followed by high-pitched cry I identified, at least tentatively, as a third voice. My God, I thought. What's going on here? There was laughter now, and I crept downhill and to my right toward it. Since I was off-trail I was noisily tramping over spring vegetation and felled limbs and branches. Another high-pitched cry followed another cracking sound. I couldn't believe my ears: "Fucker!" one of the original voices said. "Go on," he continued, "cry like a baby." Was some sort of unspeakable crime in progress? Some act of sadism? I had my cellphone with me, of course, but could I get a signal out here, in the middle of nowhere, if the police were required? I came to a large boulder, a mossy erratic. The laughing voices were quite close now. What I saw when I peered over the rock quite literally buckled my knees. I fell to the damp ground on them. My hands shook so violently I could hardly raise my photo-binoculars to my disbelieving eyes, and hold them steady there. What I saw, blurrily at first, were two large men pacing in a small clearing. They were both smiling. One was grinning, if fact. One wore no pants (though his salt-and-pepper wool socks were still on) and his large penis was fully erect. The other wore jeans but his zipper was open and his penis, thick but half-flaccid, drooped out of the opening. When the dappled sunlight caught it the penis glistened. With what? Lubricant? Semen? Both? In his right hand he held a thin and limber spring branch about a meter long. Turning to his left he swung it around. And again came the high-pitched, weeping cry of pain. "Sissy! Fucker! Oooo, that one drew a little blood..." "Don't get blood on your dick, Nate." And both men laughed. "You're the one gonna get blood on your pecker, fucker." "Yeah, can I have my turn or what? I'm horny as a son a' bitch." "No, I wanta whip our fine-feathered-friend's sweet ass here a couple more times..." "Please," the third voice cried out. "Well get it over with, boy." Whack. At the risk of giving myself away, I shifted downhill to my right behind the rock. And there he was. The third member of this bizarre sexual equation. A twenty-something, very pretty, blonde-haired man (the rest of his body appeared hairless) bound with white nylon cords to a round, smooth tree trunk. The man's right cheek was pressed to the tree, and when I looked at his face through the binoculars I clearly saw a stream of tears running down his cheek from his visible blue eye. "Please," he begged again. "You're doing it too hard. It hurts." "Course it's hard, son. S'posed to be hard." "I'll say it's hard," the half-naked man said, pushing his friend aside as he came forward. I watched through the binoculars as the man pointed his erection downward and pushed into the young man's deep butt-crack with it, before slamming his body against the latter's. Had he penetrated him? I soon enough had my answer as the man pulled back and then slammed forward again, and the bound man moaned, though whether in pain or pleasure I couldn't say. In my explorations on the internet I'd never seen two men have sex standing up. And I'd never seen one pound another quite so hard, and furiously. Saliva was flying from the top's twisting head in his mania. At one point his penis popped out and he barely, frantically, got it back in before shouting his pleasure. Or relief. I was certain, here in the woods, his voice carried for several miles. The half-naked man staggered backwards, his body detached from the other's now, and wiped his mouth on his shirt's plaid sleeve. "Just like your wife keeps telling me," the other man said, pulling his zipper up and barely able to contain his laughter, "you are one bigtime premature ejaculator!" "Oh fuck you, man!" he said, swiping his pants and underpants off the ground. "You made me wait so long I was just about to jack off on his ass. And what do you care how quick I cum?" "I'm just sayin', that's all..." "Asshole! And where the fuck is Lowell? That fucker! This was s'posed t'be a threesome." "Is a threesome. S'posed t'be a foursome. Oops, broke my stick..." "OW!" the bound young man cried out, receiving what would be his last blow. "Fucking Lowell's probably sitting in the parking lot." "Fucking Lowell's prob'ly lost in the woods some place." "Well put your panties back on and-" "They are on, asshole." "And let's go back to where we parked and see if we can track down Lowell." "That fucker. What about him?" he asked, referring to the young man bound to the tree. "He ain't goin' nowhere. Are you, boy?" "Don't leave me!" the young man said, in a panic. "Oh we'll be back," the man who'd wielded the branch said. "Like the fuckin' Terminator." "Sloppy seconds, boy," the one man said, as the two of them turned and left the clearing and crashed through the woods in search of one of the trails. "Sloppy seconds..." "Don't leave me!" The young man's plaintive cry filled me with guilt. For I knelt there behind the rock with an uncontrollable erection in my cargo pants. I'd been touching it, and stroking it even as I did in the privacy of my own bedroom every night, when I was on the internet. But had I just witnessed a crime? A criminal act? Or was this, as hard as it might be for me to believe, consensual? Some sort of bizarre sex game between consenting adults? Is this what they called sadism? And masochism? I waited for the sound of crashing footsteps to go silent before rising up and daring to come forward. For the first time in my life I felt like a hero. A Super Hero! Gaining downhill momentum I came bursting into the clearing. The young man wasted no time: "Are you Lowell?" "Who? No! Are you OK?" "If you're here to fuck me," the young man said, "that's OK. Just don't whip me anymore, OK?" "I...No." I was at a loss for words. "I'm not here to...I'm a birder." "A what?" "A birder." "What's that mean? Would you untie me?" I felt in the thigh-pockets of my cargo pants for my trusty pocket knife, which I'd had since my Boy Scout, and then Eagle Scout, days. Opening the sharp blade, I went behind the tree and sawed through both nylon ropes, top and bottom. The poor abused young man staggered backwards before falling to the earth's floor, with a wince. He went about extricating his wrists and ankles from the ropes. "Did these guys kidnap you?" I asked. "Do I need to call the police?" "No. No," the young man said. "Don't call the...I met them on a BDSM site." "A what?" "BDSM." At that improbable moment BDSM was as foreign a term to me as "birding" was to him. As with "sloppy seconds," I would only later look that up on the internet and come to a full understanding of the meaning. Well, something of an understanding. The young blonde man was rubbing his ankles. He had pretty feet. Slender, with straight, perfectly stair-stepped full-nail toes. Rather like a girl's I remembered from college. Vicky. The nails were painted a shade of...coral was it? Orange-pink? Very pretty, if somewhat out of place and dirty here in the middle of a forest. "I came here voluntarily with these guys," he said. "In their van. The idea was...they tie me to a tree in the woods and three guys take turn fucking me. I don't mind getting spanked or whipped and fucked—in fact I enjoy it—but this guy today..." "I saw blood," I said. "I know." The young man, who was in fact probably only a couple years younger than me, looked over his shoulder and downward. He got to his feet. I helped him. Now his ass, which was muscular and full and pale, what I could see of it, was covered with dirt and leaves. Despite all, it was a spectacularly beautiful ass, the kind I'd occasionally—rarely—seen in three years of highschool gym. Like a well-hung set of genitals, it was what the rest of us physical losers stared at—briefly—and longed to have. By that I mean, longed to possess, longed to have as a physical attribute, as part of our own bodies. Am I making myself clear? From my birder's backpack I removed my trusty canteen and poured fresh, cool, soothing water over the man's buttocks. He sighed. I washed most of the detritus away. "Thank you," he said. "I have a first-aid kit." Now mostly clean, his buttocks were streaked red, both cheeks, from the whipping the sadist had administered. Blood beaded from a couple of the streaks, and I dabbed them with gauze from my kit. "I can't believe how sweet you are," he said. "Don't mention it." (Little did he know that I had another erection in my pants.) "If you want to fuck me, that's OK," he repeated. "I...No...I...Don't you think we should get out of here?" "You're probably right. But I came here with them, in their blue van. Do you live in the city? Can you give me a ride back?" "I...Sure. I do." "Where are my clothes?" He seemed slightly disoriented suddenly. I pointed to a neatly stacked pile, just inside the clearing. He went over to them. "What's your name?" I asked. "Tim," he replied, smiling back at me, blood once again beading on some of the red streaks on his beautiful buttocks. After telling him my name, I said: "There's just one problem." "What's that?" Was I crazy I or had he just pulled on a pair of women's panties? I imagined the beading blood soaking into them, bright red on pure white... "I have to meet some birder friends of mine. At the Brown Hen." "What friends?" "Birder." He shrugged. "Long as we avoid the blue van..." "We'll be safe," I said, optimistically. By the time Tim and I arrived back at the parking lot it was only 11:30. So I was quite surprised to find the other five members of our birding group milling around. They hailed my arrival from a distance, as if a war had just been won. "Charlie did it!" "Charlie?" I asked. Charlie, the other male in our group, and our group's organizer, was the one with all the pins in his cap. He'd been a Boy Scout leader, I could tell. "He found the Red-faced Finch!" "You're kidding!" I enthused. Charlie passed his photo-binoculars to one of the women who passed it to me. I shared it with Charlie—Tim, I mean. My newly rescued BDSM friend. The image was blurry but, yes, definitely, it was a Red-faced Finch all right. Congrats! "Who are these people?" Tim asked. And I could not look at him without thinking about washing the dirt and leaves from the clingy blood on his ass with my canteen, and the semen leaking from his hole. And brushing it all off with my hand... "I'm confused," one of the female members of our group confessed, smiling. "Did we pick up a new member along the way." I put my arm around Tim's slender waist. I had another erection, I admit. "Oh, hi everybody," I said. "This is Tim. I met him in the woods. He's interested in joining our birding group." There was applause all around. We went inside the restaurant and I ordered a spicy chicken sandwich. So did Tim. The Birds and the Bees I was reading a book in bed one evening when my dad appeared at the door wearing his bathrobe. "Your mother and I want to talk to you and Mike about something. Get your brother and come into our room." Dad sounded serious – and that wasn't like him. Mike was in the lounge room watching TV in his pyjamas. When I told him mom and dad wanted to talk to us, he was worried. "When Steve's parents had a serious talk to him, it was to say they were getting divorced." I couldn't believe that was what mom and dad wanted to tell us. They never fight or even argue much – they always seemed to have so much fun together. But it made me think. Mike and I were twins, both just 18 and in the last year of High School. If our parents divorced, what would happen to us? When we got to their room, mom and dad were sitting on the bed. Mom had her bathrobe on too. It didn't look like the way you dressed to get divorced. They had two chairs ready in front of them and we sat down. Dad spoke first, but not to us. He looked at mom and he seemed a little nervous. "Well Jane, this is your idea. You can do the talking." Mom gave her knowing smile. She was always the one who lead the way with dad. "As usual. Right then. I'm not sure how to start. Okay. Mike...Julie...the thing is, you two aren't kids any more, and your father and I have neglected your education...um...that is, your sex education." I suddenly realised we were about to get a lecture on the birds and bees. I was so relieved I couldn't help blurting our what was on my mind. "So you're not getting divorced?" Dad looked shocked. "Divorced? What would make you think that?" But mom understood. "Oh, I see why you two looked nervous. No, don't worry." She looked across at my dad with a smile. "That's not going to happen." Then she continued. "But this is just as important. Maybe more important. There's so much on TV about sex, so much in the magazines your read. I think it's important that you two get a real understanding of what sex is all about. I don't want you to learn the hard way. I'm hoping it's not too late..." She looked at us both. We blushed. We shook our heads to tell her, no, it wasn't too late. We were both still virgins. She started to talk again, but dad interrupted. "Couldn't we just show them a book or something?" Mom was having none of it. "It's not the same Pete. You know it's not." She turned her attention back to us. "Right then. Let's start with the basics. You both know the difference between girls and boys, don't you?" This was embarrassing. Of course we knew - we'd been looking at each other in the bathroom from the day we were born. But mom was waiting for an answer, so I gave her the one she wanted. "Boys have a penis and girls have a vagina." Mike decided he'd have to get a word in – and have a dig at me at the same time. "And girls have tits. Even if Jane's are tiny." Mom smiled. "That's good. And yes, Jane's breasts are small. But she's a slow developer - mine didn't really start growing till I was her age. And by the way young man, that's not all. Your penis will be small too – but that's because you're not full grown yet either." Mike blushed. I elbowed him in the ribs. Mom kept talking. "Enough of that. Okay, you know the differences, but we're going to talk about what those things are for. Let's start with the simple things." Suddenly to my shock, mom opened the top of her robe and revealed two beautifully rounded breasts. How I longed to have a set like that, instead of my tiny teenage bumps! Mike's jaw dropped. "These are my breasts – or tits as Mike called them. Men like to look at them and touch them, but they have an important purpose. Breasts provide milk for babies. You two were breastfed, so my tits were very important to you for the first year or so of your lives." Dad laughed. "And they're still very important to me." Mom gave him one of her looks and he went quiet again. "Now, a man's penis...or cock or dick as it's also called...is used for going to the toilet. But it's also used for having sex. Did you both know that?" We did, of course, but we were too embarrassed to speak. Sitting there with my brother and looking at my mother with her breasts hanging out...it was all getting weird. "Cat got your tongues? I know, you're a little embarrassed. So is your dad, but we're going to do this properly. Anyway, I think you both probably do know that a penis is used for sex. So let's look at one. Go ahead Pete." She looked across at my dad. He was a little hesitant, but after a long stare from my mom, he slowly undid his robe and revealed his cock in all its glory. I have to admit I was a little shocked. Like I said, I'd seen Mike's cock a lot when we were younger, but my dad's cock was something else. It looked huge. It was just hanging there, soft and floppy, but even then it was at least 8 inches long. Then mom spoke to Mike. "Okay Mike, now let us see yours." Without thinking, Mike put his hands across his lap. He wasn't expecting this. "Come on," said mom. "It's important that you can see how you're just the same as your dad." Reluctantly, Mike slid his pyjama pants down. Actually, I was surprised. His cock was bigger than I'd expected, almost seven inches. Mom seemed surprised too. "Well, it seems I was wrong. You don't have a small cock. For your age, that's very big. You might end up as big as your father. Or even bigger." Mike blushed. I think he was a little proud of himself. Mom continued. "See, Jane, that Mike and your dad are basically the same." She reached down and pulled my dad's foreskin back, revealing the head of his cock. It stirred just a little. "There. That's the head of your dad's cock. And Mike's is just the same." Then, to Mike's shock, she reached down and rolled back his foreskin. His cock didn't just stir – it shot up. I couldn't help it. I laughed. So did dad. Mom tried to be serious. "Stop that. This is serious." But then she started laughing too. Mike's cock had gone ramrod solid in just a few seconds. He tried to cover himself with his hands. Mom stopped him. "No, it's okay Mike. That's normal. It shows you're a normal, healthy boy." I couldn't help looking at Mike's cock. It seemed so big now. Mom was keen to move on. "Now let's talk about us girls." Without any fanfare, she parted her robe and revealed her vagina – her beautiful hairy vagina. Mike's cock seemed to get even harder. "This is my vagina. Let's call it my pussy, which is what most people say, but there's another word starting with 'c' that some people like to use. I don't. Okay, my pussy has hair on it. Jane, show us yours now." I knew this was coming, but I still felt very uncomfortable. I slowly lifted my nightie up to my waist, but I kept my legs closed. Mike called out. "There's nothing there!" Mom told him to shush. "Don't be silly. Jane hasn't got as much pubic hair as me yet, but she will soon. Some girls develop later than others. But the hair isn't vey important - it's the slit under it. You can see there's a slit there, can't you Mike? Jane...open your legs." I did as my mother asked, revealing my full slit. But it still wasn't enough for Mike. "I still can't see anything much." I looked across at my dad and saw he was looking intently at the place between my legs. To my surprise, his cock had started to harden. It was now actually upright – and huge. It was much bigger than Mike's, and very thick. And it still wasn't fully erect. Mom didn't seem to notice. "A pussy isn't like a cock, Mike – it's mainly on the inside. I'll show you." Then, without another word, mom opened her legs and lifted her knees. She reached down and opened her pussy lips, revealing the hole beneath it. "See Mike. This is where the man's cock goes. It's a beautiful thing of nature, how man and woman are made to fit so perfectly together." Then she showed us where her clit was, and explained how just touching it would make her wet and excited. And by pulling her pussy lips further apart, she showed us exactly where our dad's cock would go. I was a little confused. "But mom. Dad's...thing...is so big. And your...hole...seems too small for it." She nodded her head. "Yes, it looks that way. But my pussy will stretch, especially when I'm excited. And it's deep too, so your dad can go in all the way. But it's still tight. Boys like a girl's pussy to be tight." Dad, to my surprise, spoke for the first time in a while. "Your pussy is just the same. Jane, show Julie where her clit is and how her pussy is just the same." "I was getting to that. No need to rush. Okay Julie, open your legs wider and lift your knees." I did as I was told. Mom knelt down in front of me and gently parted my pussy lips. Mike leaned in, looking close. So did my dad. Mom pointed out my clit, touching it softly. I felt a sudden tingle up my whole body. She then opened my pussy further, revealing my tiny hole. Mike wasn't impressed. "A cock could never go in there. She's too small." Mom agreed. "Of course she's small. She's never been...she's never had anything in there." For some reason, dad interrupted again. "But the truth is, a cock could go in Jane's pussy easily. Like your mom said, pussies stretch when they're excited." Mom looked at dad curiously. She suddenly noticed his cock had gone hard – and it was now very hard indeed. More like nine inches than the eight I originally thought. "You've changed your tune. I thought you just wanted to show the kids some pictures." Dad blushed. "Well, now that we've gone this far, I think we should finish the job." "What do you mean?" "Like I said, we should finish the job. Show them everything. Otherwise they'll just get it off some porn video." "You mean..." Dad didn't answer. Instead, he reached across and kissed my mother. She was surprised, but she didn't stop him. It was no ordinary kiss; it was seriously passionate. Then my eyes almost popped out as I watched my dad's had slide down my mom's breasts, across her belly and straight to her pussy. He slid a finger in deep. She moaned, mumbled a few words that sounded like "but the kids are watching". But she didn't resist. Instead she lifted her legs up, twisted and straddled across his lap. A moment later we watched in amazement as our dad's huge cock slide into our mom's pussy. She was right, it did fit – but it looked tight. Dad started pumping harder and harder into mom. They were both moaning loudly. I looked at Mike – he was watching intently and he had his hand wrapped firmly around his cock. It looked huge too. To my surprise, I realised that my hand was rubbing my pussy – caressing my newly found clit. Mom suddenly screamed. I thought dad had hurt her with his big cock, that maybe he had broken something inside her. Dad groaned loudly. But mom said, "Oh yeah...fuck me baby, give me all your cum...fuck me hard baby!" That shocked me more than watching my parents have sex. I'd never heard my mom use the 'f' word – absolutely never. But at least I knew dad hadn't hurt her. Dad fell back on the bed, and mom collapsed on him. It had all taken only a few minutes. Mom pulled herself off dad, and sat beside him again. His cock lay on his belly. It was still big, but it had gone soft now. I saw creamy stuff oozing out of my mom's pussy. Mom took a breath. She looked embarrassed. "Well...um...that was a little more than I'd wanted to show you kids. But now you know what sex looks like. That was very quick, of course. I think your dad got a little over excited because you were watching." I thought maybe it was because he had been watching me. I was also still a little concerned. "Did it hurt you, mom?" Mom smiled. "No darling. That...scream...that was because it felt so good." Suddenly Mike spoke. His voice was strained. "Can I have a turn? Can I do it. My...my cock is so hard, it hurts." Mom was shocked. This was all going too far. "Oh no, no darling, no. We're telling you all this so you'll be ready when you're older." "But I'm ready now, mom, I am. Please." "But you can't do it to me...I'm your mother." "Can I do it to Julie then?" "No, no...that's not right. Oh dear, what have we started Peter?" Dad gave one of his silly smiles. "What have 'we' started? This was your idea. And I can tell you from experience, Mike needs to cum. He's bursting." "But we can't let him do it to...well, can we?" "To you or Julie? I don't know. You could maybe give him, you know..." "What?" Mom didn't know what dad was leading to. "A blow job." Mom froze. I didn't know what dad was talking about – I didn't know what he meant. So I asked. "What's a blow job?" Mom, still speechless, looked at me. Then she found her voice again. "Your dad things I should put Mike's cock in my mouth." Now that had never occurred to me. "Yuck!" Mom smiled. "Oh, it can be nice." She looked at Mike. "Okay Mike, what do you think? Do you want mom to give you a blow job? Will that make you feel better? Mike obviously knew more than me. He at least knew what a blow job was. "I'd rather do the other, but a blowjob would be good. But can you do it now please, my cock is really hurting." My mom seemed resigned to doing it. I watched closely as she knelt in front of Mike, who was still sitting the chair holding his rock hard erection. She gently took his cock in her hands and slowly lowered her mouth onto him. He groaned the moment her lips closed around his cock. At first she only took an inch or two of his cock into her mouth, but then she started to push down further and further. Within a few moments she was taking his entire erect 7 inches into her mouth and down her throat. It didn't take long. After barely a minute Mike squealed out and shot his load down mom's throat. She moaned gently and didn't stop. She drank his cum and kept sucking hard. I suddenly realised she was now doing it for her own pleasure, not for Mike's – though he was clearly enjoying it. He stretched back, his eyes glazed over, holding mom's head in his hands as he thrust his hips up to meet her hungry mouth. I looked at dad, and saw that he was staring at me. Without realising it, I had lifted my knees up so my feet were on the chair and my legs were wide apart – and I was sliding a finger in and out of my pussy. My dad's cock had gone rock hard again. With my mom on all fours in front of him, sucking Mike's cock, dad couldn't help himself. He took mom's hips in his hands and slid his cock into her again, fucking her doggy style. But all the while he was looking at my pussy, looking at me fingering myself. When mom felt dad's cock slide into her again, she groaned for a moment and took Mike's cock out of her mouth, but then she started sucking on it even more. Dad started pounding mom harder and harder. Mom sucked on Mike deeper and deeper, taking his cock all the way down her throat. Mike was groaning with pleasure. I closed my eyes and pushed a second finger into my tight little pussy. And then I felt something else there – another hand. I opened my eyes. Dad was still fucking mom, but he had swung her across so he was right up against me. And now his hand was gently rubbing my clit. I felt a little frightened – and very excited. Then he leaned across with his head and started to lick my clit. The tingle went right up my spine and down again. I pushed my fingers harder into my pussy. I started to moan. Mom heard me and looked across. She saw dad licking my clit. She suddenly stopped sucking Mike's cock. "Pete...what are you doing!?' There was shock in her voice. Dad replied a little guiltily. "The same as you." Mom didn't quite know what to say. "Yes...but Mike needed to cum." Dad smiled. "I think he did that a long time ago." Mike yelled out. Mom had taken him to the brink again. "And I need to cum again...now! Please!" I didn't want to be left out. Dad's tongue had made me very hot – and very wet. "Me too!" Mom didn't know what to do. Dad did. "I think we should let them do it." Mom was shocked. "No. You can't be serious." "Well, at least we can help them here. Otherwise it will be just in the back of a car somewhere in a year or so. And after all, you wanted them to get a proper sex education, so you can't leave out the practical part." Mom looked around. She had Mike's rock hard cock in her hand. There was still some of his cum on her chin. My fingers were still in my pussy. And dad's cock was still all the way up her pussy. She realised that there really wasn't much else to be said. "Okay Julie, on the bed." I got on the bed. Following mom's instructions, I lay on my back and opened my legs, lifting my knees. Mom reached into the draw and pulled out a tube of something. She squeezed some on her hand. I was curious. "What's that?" "It's a lubricant. Your dad and I use it when we...um...do something else." Mike was watching. Like me, he didn't understand what mom was getting at. "Do what?' Mom wasn't going into that area just yet. "We'll talk about that another day. For now, this lubricant will help Mike get his cock into your pussy. It's your first time, and without lubricant Mike's cock might hurt. It still might hurt anyway. Are you sure you want to do this?' I was sure. So was Mike. He was already beside me on the bed, eager to get started. Mom started rubbing the lubricant on my pussy. She put a big squeeze of it on her fingers and slid first one finger then two into my pussy. It hurt a little because her fingers were bigger than mine, but it also felt good. I started getting very wet. Mom seemed to be enjoying it too, and I couldn't help noticing that Mike and dad had both gotten rock hard again watching her do it to me. When mom was happy that I was lubricated enough – or maybe when she realised that she was starting to enjoy applying it too much – she put more of it on Mike's cock. He enjoyed that too. Finally, she told Mike to lie on top of me, supporting himself with his elbows. I was eager with anticipation, but it also felt strange to have my twin brother lying on top of me, his face almost touching mine. Mom reached down and took Mike's cock in her hand, then began to expertly guide it into my pussy. When I felt the head of his cock start to push into me, it felt huge. I pulled my legs even further apart, trying to make it easier for him. Even with all the lubricant, it was a tight fit. Mike was pushing forward hard, desperately trying to get into me, but mom was slowing him down, making sure he didn't hurt me. After a few moments, I felt his cock slide into me. First an inch, then another inch. Mom told him to move his cock in and out of me, to help stretch me. When he did that, it started feeling good right away. Then, with one hard push, he slid all the way into my. I gasped. It felt – unbelievable. Maybe there was a little pain involved, but mainly I felt just totally exhilarated. Mom was helping by rubbing my clit, but Mike's cock was doing most of the work. It was wonderful. I started moaning – deep and rumbling - it was a sound I'd never made before and I hardly knew where it came from. I turned my head to the side and saw my dad kneeling on the bed beside me. His big cock had gone hard again, watching Mike and me. I reached across and grabbed it; my fingers could barely wrap around it. He didn't stop me. Mike kept driving his cock into me, deeper and deeper, faster and faster, with my mother urging him on. I never imagined anything could feel so good. But then, all too quickly, it was over. Mike groaned. I felt a hot gush inside me. It was nice and warm, but I could feel Mike's cock shrivelling. He pulled his cock out of me and fell down beside me. I felt heart broken. The Birds and the Bees "No, no. It was too fast. Put it back in me, put it back in." I was almost crying with anguish. I wanted that lovely feeling to go on and on. Mom understood. "Sorry baby, that sometimes happens. Boys don't always last long – especially teenage boys." I was desperate. "Then dad has to do it...please, please...I want it to keep going." My dad, I knew, wasn't going to object. But mom did. "He's much too big for you, darling. He'll hurt you. And he's your father. No, no, no." Dad was more easily persuaded. "Well, you helped Mike when he needed it – maybe I should help Jane." I jumped in quickly, before mom could object. "Yes, yes...you did help Mike, so daddy should be able to help me. And my pussy has stretched a lot now after having Mike in me. Please let daddy at least try." Mom felt cornered. "Okay. But it will have to be done differently. You'll have to go on top of dad, so we can do it carefully." Dad got on his back. His cock suddenly looked frighteningly huge, standing erect like a fat flagpole. Yes, I wanted a cock in me – desperately – but what if he split me in half or something? Mom put lubricant on dad's cock, than she told me to get on top of dad, with my knees on either side of his hips. Mike's cum started to ooze down my leg. I noticed mom, just before she applied more lubricant to my pussy, quickly put some of the cum on her fingers and lick it. She thought no one noticed, but we all did. Then I was ready. I could feel dad's massive cock pushing up at my tiny pussy as I straddled over him. Mom talked to me softly. "Okay baby, lower yourself slowly." Right away dad's cock pressed against my open pussy lips. It was too big. It would never fit. I almost started to cry. "It's too big, it's too big. Oh...it's not fair, I want it in me." But mom told me to stay calm. "Roll your hips a little. That's it, roll your hips. Now push down a little. Keep rolling your hips, that's it, and push a little harder. Now lift a little, then push down again even harder. Very good, very good." To my amazement, I could slowly feel my pussy opening wider and wider. Dad's amazing cock was actually starting to slide into me. Mom really was an expert. Dad groaned. "Oh Julie, Julie...your pussy is so lovely and tight." I kept rolling my hips, kept lifting a little, then pushing down harder. I was concentrating so hard that I hardly realised that dad's cock was now half way into me. Mike had got onto one elbow, watching, and I could see his cock was starting to get hard again. Suddenly I gave one hard push down. All at once dad's nine inches disappeared all the way into me. I screamed. Was it pain? Well, it definitely hurt. But I also felt an amazing burst of...something inside me. Like a bomb had gone off in my pussy and in my brain. It was amazing. I thought Mike's cock in me had been great, but dad's monster was something else entirely. I started pushing up and down on him wildly. Harder and harder. And he started pushing up into me as well. I was sitting up, with my hands on his chest, lifting my whole behind in the air and then ramming myself down again on his beautiful beast. Both mom and Mike were amazed at what they were watching. My tiny pussy was stretched so wide by dad's cock, yet it was still sliding all the way in. I was so obsessed with what I was doing that I didn't notice Mike hurry round to the other side of the bed. Mom knew what he wanted, but she had another idea. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her take the tube of lubricant and squeeze some on her finger. Then she started rubbing it into her asshole. Mike's eyes lit up as mom got on her hands and knees, directing him into a position at her rear. She took Mike's cock in her hand and slid it easily into her lubricated asshole. It didn't occur to me then, but the way Mike's cock went into her asshole, I realised later that dad had obviously spent a lot of time stretching it. With me riding dad and with mom on all fours being assfucked by Mike, mom moved across a little and lay her tits across dad and started to kiss him passionately. I couldn't take any more. It was just too wonderful. I started to shake uncontrollably as I drove down on dad's cock, taking it all the way as I screamed out loud. I never imagined that cumming could feel so good. At almost the same time, dad groaned and his hot cum filled my virgin pussy to the brim. He had so much cum that I could feel it squirting out of me, even though his cock filled me drum tight. Mom swivelled round even more. I felt her tongue licking dad's cum as it squirted out of my pussy. Mike groaned – he'd cum again, this time filling mom's asshole. Once again he fell back, pulling his cock out of mom. I kept trying to push down on dad's cock, but mom wanted more of it. She nudged me off him with her shoulder, then took his giant cock in her mouth, drinking the last drops of his cum. Dad grabbed my arm and pulled me towards him. He took my hips in his hands and pushed my dripping pussy down onto his face – suddenly I had his tongue deep inside me. He was lapping up his own cum and mine as well as he drove his cock down mom's throat. Mom reached across and took Mike's cock in her hand, yanking at it. It quickly regained its hardness, and she lead him by the cock to the other side of the bed, never letting dad's cock out of her mouth. I didn't have to be told twice – I'd had good teachers. I leaned down and took Mike's cock between my lips. I could taste his cum and a little of mom's ass as he held my head and started pushing his cock into my mouth. With dad's tongue making me cum over and over, I took to Mike's cock like a professional, sucking hard and taking it down my throat like I'd seem mom do to Mike. Mom's hand reached across and she started to caress my nipples. Mike took her example and held onto mom's tits. Dad let one hand loose from my hips and started fingering mom's cunt and ass, with different fingers rammed up her two holes. And then it came. With a sudden gush, my mouth was full of Mike's cum. It tasted sweeter than honey to me. I drank it hungrily, sucking harder at his cock. I glanced across and saw mom's head jolt back – she'd got dad's load hard into the back of her throat. We both made sure we didn't waste a drop. At last we all fell back on the bed, exhausted. My pussy ached. I couldn't close my legs. My hole was gaped wide open, it had been stretched so much by dad's cock. But I had never felt so good. I was floating on a cloud. I reached down and rubbed my hand over my swollen pussy. It was sticky with cum – mine, dad's and Mike's. Mom was laying with her head on dad's thighs, his cock, soft now but still huge, lying lifeless and beautiful just inches from her face. A drop of cum trickled from the corner of her mouth. Mike was lying with his head next to mom's pussy. He was gently probing her pussy with his fingers, taking a quiet moment to make a closer inspection. After all, he was supposed to be learning. Dad's hand reached round me and he pulled me towards him, cuddling me. Then I felt his hand slide down my back, parting my ass cheeks. His finger ran gently along my asshole. I snuggled up to him and sighed. With dreamy eyes, mom looked around at all of us. "Okay...this has been...well...it was a lot more than I'd planned. But now it's been done and I think you two should now have had a good idea about the birds and the bees..." I mumbled that I did, and that it had been fun. But mom had more to say. "Yes, it was fun. But this is the last time it will happen. Okay, everyone? The class is over. No more of this will be happening. And I don't want either of you to have sex with anyone until after your 21st birthday. Understand?" Mike said yes, he understood, as mom opened her legs a little further and he ran his tongue along the edge of her pussy lips. Dad said mom was right, that this would never happen again. Then he slowly slid a finger greased with cum into my asshole.