3 comments/ 33437 views/ 19 favorites Family Tutor By: Turbidus This is a continuation of "Family Dinner". The over the top nature appeared to be reasonably well received. One of the commentators expressed a liking for the elderly neighbor. I decided to expand her to more than just a walk-on character. I haven't try to rein the story in. Obviously, there is incest, duh. There is also a bit of BDSM, including water sports. The male characters are straight but that doesn't mean they can't be curious about pegging. Thanks, LarryInSeattle. Thanks to those of you who take time to comment and an even bigger thanks to those readers who are kind enough to add my stories to their favorites. Enjoy. ---------------- "Good morning citizens and what a gorgeous fucking morning it is." The fact that the man's speech was clear and precisely enunciated and pleasant in tone without any of that irritating false cheerful chirpiness you hear on history tapes in no way made up for the fact it was too fucking early to be awake and listening to a weather report. It wasn't Wally the Weekend Weather Watcher's fault. Caroline had neglected to turn off her alarm before falling asleep. She smiled at that thought. She had, most definitely not just fallen asleep. Robbie, he preferred Rob but he'd always be Robbie to her, had fucked her into oblivion. She took a great deal of satisfaction from the fact she'd done the same to him. She waved her hand at the HoloVid and it promptly shrunk to a pinpoint of light and winked out. Then she turned to look at Robbie. Her brother was twisted up in the sheets, limbs akimbo, snoring the soft little-boy snores she remembered from back when he still sucked his thumb. She arched her back and stretched her arms wide, rolling her neck and stifling a groaning yawn, not wishing to wake her slumbering brother. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw someone in the doorway. She turned and smiled at the sight of Ms. Banard. Her favorite neighbor stood in the doorway, a mug of steaming tea in each hand. Caroline knew hers would be just the way she liked it, a mere hint of cream and two heaping teaspoons of sugar. She took the mug gratefully as she scooted over so the older woman could sit on the edge of the bed. Ms. Banard was a small trim woman with a fan of fine wrinkles at the corners of her eyes which highlighted the twinkle that seemed to be a permanent fixture in her pale blue eyes. She had not been a large busted woman in her youth so there wasn't much to sag. Her back was straight, her gait crisp, she gave every indication of having another twenty or thirty good years in her. Caroline thought Ms. Banard - it was even harder for her to think of the woman as Mabel than it was to think of Robbie as Rob - was beautiful, from the top of her perfectly white hair to the funny little crooked toe on her left foot. That was due to an accident, so Ms. Banard claimed, related to an overly ambitious attempt to recapitulate an illustration in the Kama Sutra. If true, Caroline knew the illustration was fantasy. If Ms. Banard couldn't do it, it simply was not possible for a human being to do it. Plastic surgery, Caroline had shuddered at the name the first time it was mentioned in her History of the Dark Times class, was another relic of barbarism. It was remembered only as a cautionary tale. Another example of the depths humans sink to when they deny their most basic nature. Ms. B, Caroline's informal name for her respected neighbor, had aged well but she had aged and she made no attempt to disguise the fact. No one did. No one cared. Caroline took a sip of her tea, it was perfect of course, and turned her mind from dispiriting memories of a world long since passed to the bright eyes of her neighbor, friend and mentor. "Thank you for the tea," she whispered, still mindful of her sleeping sib, as she hugged the woman with one arm and kissed her on the cheek. "It's perfect," she took another sip and giggled. "And thanks for last night. Holy Christmas." The older woman waved the compliment away with a soft pshaw of dismissal. "Don't be silly, dear. What other purpose do us old farts have except to teach, advise, and offer the benefit of perspective?" "Perspective? Is that what they called cumming your brains out when you were my age Ms. Banard?" Her older companion chuckled. "No, smart ass, we did not. We called it 'death by fucking' or 'cum induced coma', among other things. I was happy to help." "Okay but explain to me again about the positioning. I was too busy doing to really catch all you were telling us. I'm afraid without your hands moving us here and there, we'll never be able to duplicate it." "Listen to your center, dear, and you'll figure it out just fine. Your center is wherever all that sexual tension is stored. One fuck it might be your pussy, another fuck and your center will be your ass or your mouth. Follow your center and you'll not go far wrong, ever. Trust me." Caroline nodded. "Still, would you mind showing me once more? If you need to run I can drop by later. I don't have any classes today." "But dear, I'm old and don't need as much sleep. Don't you want to snuggle up to your brother and sleep? You don't need to move to one of your sleep beds. You can stay in the family sex bed. Your parents are snoozing away, they'll not be ready for welcome-to-the-day orgasms for several hours. Besides, I imagine they'll use their own bed for wake up fucking don't you? You should sleep, love." "Actually, the tea and the sugar really, has given me a bit of a buzz and Robbie's boner's got me all wound up inside. I don't think I could sleep without cumming first. But, seriously, I'll be fine. I can rub one out on my own if you have to be going." Caroline's mentor responded with a second toss of the hand and dismissive sniff. "Rub one out? Don't be silly dear. What sort of neighbor, for that matter human being, would I be to leave a friend when she's suffering with a sexually congested cunt? Really, you must learn when to control your silliness. First things first, dear. What is it you want? Always answer that question first. For me, that's generally a question of whether or not I want to get fucked or to cum. They, as you know, are not the same thing. Sometimes I'm perfectly happy to simply drift off to sleep with that well fucked feeling. Other times I want to howl at the moon as I cum so hard I feel like my body will shake itself into its constituent atoms and quarks and whatnots. So, what is it you want this morning?" "Can't I have both?" "Ah, the greed of youth," Ms. Banard clucked. "Yes you can and yes you may but one day you'll understand. Well let's get started. On your back." Caroline fell back onto the bed. Robbie grunted when her hand hit his leg. He scooted further into the bed but did not wake. Caroline rubbed her clit with the fingers of her right hand. She pulled her left leg toward her chest and hooked her left arm under her leg as the fingers of that hand probed her slit. "I'm still pretty wet, mostly Robbie's cum probably, but I think I'm wet enough. You could lube that lovely cane of yours and put it in my ass." "Yes, I could but I thought you wanted to review last night?" She didn't wait for answer and Caroline knew an answer was not expected. "Remember as a rule, if cumming is the primary purpose of the stimulation, focus on your clit." The older woman leaned toward Caroline and her finger rubbed her clit. "Or the front wall of your cunt, just an inch or so inside, the G spot." The woman's finger left Caroline's clit and she rotated her hand so her fingers were pointing up and inserted two of them into her young pupil's pussy. She rubbed with firm pressure, the velvety roughness of the young woman's cunt. Caroline moaned low in her throat. "I seem to have found the spot," Ms. Barnard drawled. "My dear, you are wet. That can't all be Robert, can it?" She withdrew her fingers and plopped them in her mouth. She frowned slightly. In another context she would have looked like a grandmother testing the brownie batter, worried she had forgotten an ingredient. She removed her fingers from her mouth, licking them clean. "No, that's definitely Robbie. Just a hint, a delightful hint mind you, of your sweet cunt." The woman looked at Caroline. "May I, dear? I won't make you cum and it should get you nice and primed for getting fucked." Caroline smiled at the woman's thoughtfulness. "Of course, Ms. Banard. That's sounds like a blast." Caroline smiled at herself. "Blast?" she thought, "I never say 'blast'." She would have pondered the mysteries of why one's speech patterns changed based on who one was conversing with but before she could, Ms. Banard applied her mouth to Caroline's pussy. True to her word, she avoided her clit. She sucked at the young woman's hairless pussy lips, running her tongue between the outer lips and the wisp thin inner lips. She did both lips before forcing her tongue into Caroline's pussy. The older woman's tongue curled before retreating from her pussy, taking with it what was left of Robert's jizz and the rapidly pooling juices of Caroline's pussy. She did this several times, before moving up and planting a soft kiss on top of Caroline's twitching clit and then sitting up. "Lovely, dear, perfectly lovely." The older woman squared her shoulders. "Now, to business." She bent over and retrieved the ebony cane with its carved dildo handle. She twisted and the handle came free in her hand. "That's better," she spoke to herself. "Liable to break a light or my own nose if we use the whole damn thing." Ms. Banard's cheeks were glistening with Caroline and Robert's juices. She rubbed the dildo on her cheeks and the dark wood took on a sheen in the early morning light. She moved the head of the dildo to her lips and, with amazing ease, deep-throated it. When she pulled it out, she discretely let a dollop of saliva fall onto the head. She rubbed it around with one finger and then sat down beside Caroline's right hip. "Now, if what you want is to be fucked, by which most of us mean the sensation of being completely filled up by another's body, a steeper angle of entry is the easiest. You want your lover up high, such that his cock is pointed almost straight down. His cock will push against the back wall of your cunt and put pressure on your colon and you'll feel filled to the brim. If he's fucking you at a shallower angle, pointing his cock straight into your cunt you won't feel as full of cock as you might desire. Now, if your lover is as big, or bigger, than Robert, it's less of an issue. A nice fat cock will stretch you out, at least until your cunt grows used to it. A nice long cock will bang into your cervix and that can make you feel completely full. Of course, a nice fat and long cock can do both things at once. But, after you've grown used to big cocks or if your lover is more normally endowed, don't forget the angle. Let me show you." Caroline had been rubbing her clit in a slow companionable fashion as Ms. Banard lectured her. Now she used her fingers to spread her pussy as her neighbor rubbed the head of the ebony dildo up and down her slit. When she slipped it in, she was holding it almost vertically. The dildo slid along the back wall of her pussy. Ms. Banard didn't push hard but the sensation was intense. Caroline felt as if the head of the dildo was pressing against her coccyx. "That was a steep penetration. Imagine Robert is kneeling, his knees pressed hard up under your ass cheeks. He's pushing his cock down, pushing it into your cunt, past those luscious glistening pink pussy lips of yours. My goodness, your cunt reminds me of my own at your age. Once he's in your cunt, he lets his weight push his cock down. Can you imagine? Now, picture him scooting back a bit, your butt resting flatter on the bed, now his cock enters you more like this, still very nice of course but feel the difference?" Caroline nodded as she began to chew at her lower lip. "Now Robert has a nice enough cock he can jiggle your cervix for you." She pushed harder and Caroline felt a deep ache blossom in her lower belly as the head of the dildo pushed against her cervix. "Isn't that nice, dear? Good, I thought you'd like it. Now my fingers aren't as big as a cock but let me show you why DP is such a perennial favorite." The older woman put three fingers in her mouth and wet them. When she leaned over Caroline's right thigh, Caroline raised her ass up, offering her pucker to the woman without hesitation. Ms. Banard checked her readiness with one finger, then two and finally three. She continued to work the ebony cock in and out of Caroline's cunt. She did the same with her fingers, pushed upward, letting the tips of her fingers press against the wooden cock. "Oh my, Ms. Banard," she panted. "That feels wonderful. I've been DP'ed a couple times but in the heat of the moment I wasn't very focused on the specifics of what my body is feeling." "Very true, dear," Ms. Banard replied, as her hands continued to work between the young woman's legs. "Very true but equally very unfortunate. One should work on experiencing the entirety of the encounter. That is not to say you should allow yourself to become distracted, or worse, self-absorbed but strive to remain open to your body. For instance, what are you feeling, what is your body feeling at this very moment?" "I feel the dildo pushing into my pussy, swelling it. I feel the ache when it he bumps against my uterus. I feel a pulling, sucking sensation as you pull it out of me and of course, I feel your fingers in my ass, massaging my pussy between the dildo and your fingers." "What else, dear? What is your body experiencing that doesn't involve what's between your legs. Your cunt and your ass are a lovely, and vital part of you but they don't constitute the whole of you. What else?" "Uh," Caroline hesitated. "Well, I hear your voice." "Um, yes, the sound of a lover's voice provides its own pleasures but I'm not exactly dripping sweet honeyed nothings into your ears. Don't think. Feel." Caroline closed her eyes and relaxed. Her mind was overwhelmed with the sensations coming from her twat and ass. She forced herself to pull her attention away from her pussy. "My body is rocking, moving back and forth. My boobies are swaying, sliding over my chest. I can feel the air moving across them. My nipples are hard. There's a single trickle of sweat running down my left temple. It's almost reached my ear." "Much better, dear. Much. On your knees." Caroline felt the woman's fingers leave her ass and the dildo exited her pussy with a faint popping sound. She rolled onto her knees and pulled her knees underneath her body. "Keep your chest on the bed but raise your ass, offer it to your lover." She did as she was told. The bed shifted as the woman moved. She stood over Caroline, one foot on either side of the girl's legs. She squatted and rubbed her pussy over the soft tanned skin of the girl's ass. "Can you picture Robert in this position? Picture his firm legs and hard cock on your skin instead of my bony legs and pussy?" "Um hum" "Imagine he is over you, as I am now, well forward, over your ass not behind it. Like he was last night." Ms. Barnard lifted herself off the girl's ass and pressed the dildo against the dark brown pucker winking at her. "Imagine his cock pushing into you." She increased the pressure on the dildo and it penetrated the girl's sphincter easily. Beneath, Caroline sighed and moved her breasts against the soft sheet. "Once again note that the cock is pushing down not straight in," she told the girl. Her tone was the same as if she'd been reviewing the Pythagorean Theorem. "It's pushing on the front wall of your colon, onto your cunt, through your cunt and pressing on your G spot. This is the position you were in last night. An excellent position if one has the dual goals of being well fucked and cumming like a criminal." She began to work the ebony replica of a cock faster, pushing until the wide flange was pressed into the girl's ass cheeks. She left it in place and lowered her pussy onto it. Pressing it as deeply into the girl's ass as it would go. "Fuck yeah, Ms. B. Oh my God, that's so intense." "Indeed, it is. If I weren't two steps from senility I'd have run next door and fetched a two-headed dildo. I'd dearly love to have a cock in my cunt or ass with you. Have you ever done that with your mother, darling girl? Fucked each other with a two-headed cock? If not, you really ought to try it, sooner rather than later if you want my advice." The older woman rubbed her clit over the base of the dildo as vigorously as she dared without risking hurting the girl. "Could I watch? I'll grab mom's. She won't mind." The two women turned at the sound of the voice and found a fully awake Robert. He was fully awake, fully erect, and stroking his cock, a cock already glowing with precum. "Does your mother have a strap-on, love?" the older woman inquired. Robert looked at her, his head cocked to one side. "Sure." He paused. "Who doesn't?" Caroline turned her head to look at her mentor. "Are you going to fuck me with a strap-on? Cool." "That would indeed be cool but I was rather hoping Robert would fuck you. The strap-on is for him, if he's willing." "You want to fuck Robbie in the ass?" The excitement caused Caroline's voice to go up half an octave. "Have you ever been pegged, young man?" "Not really," Robert said with a shrug. "I've stuck a finger up my ass on occasion when I'm jerking off but nothing beyond that. It felt okay. I'm not sure about a dildo, though." Ms. Banard winked at the young woman whose ass was still in the air and being penetrated by a shiny black wooden dong. "Surely, you aren't afraid of it? I've seen you fuck your sister in the ass. A little bird told me you got to pop your mother's ass cherry last night. Well, not her real cherry. She'd been ass fucked by many men and not a few strap-ons but last night was the first time she took her son up her ass. Wasn't it?" Robert nodded. "Why don't you fuck Car with the strap-on and I'll fuck you?" he asked with a smile. "Hmm, you ready to take that step, young man? I seem to recollect you prefer my mouth to my cunt or my ass." "Nothing more than fear and trepidation in the face of one of such sweeping knowledge, Ms. Banard, nothing more." "Oh my, it's a princeling and a gentleman we have here, Caroline. Hmm." She gave Robert a penetrating stare. "Suppose this particular morning I prefer not a gentleman but a young man who will fuck me like I was twenty again, send me home aching and sore and wanting more? What would my gallant neighbor say then?" "On your knees and spread em?" Ms. Banard clapped her hands twice and giggled. "Oh you are a quick one aren't you? Fetch your mother's strap-on then and don't dawdle dear." "No ma'am. Just a quick pit stop and...." "Just get the strap-on, love. No pit stop. Who knows we may have other ideas." That comment piqued Robert's attention and he hurried down the hall to his parent's sleeping quarters. It was also their personal space for sex, just as his and Caroline's beds were. He knocked and waited for an answer. He would have been surprised to learn that at one time, extreme openness regarding one's sexuality was construed to mean there was no need to respect privacy. That was ridiculous of course. Time spent with one's primary partner, or even time spent alone, was as important now as it had ever been. When he heard his father's soft "enter" he opened the door slowly. His dad was propped up, the mornings new HoloVid hovered over his lap, the sound so low it was nearly muted. His mother was still asleep, one hand under her cheek, her butt pressed against her husband's hip. Family Tutor "Can we borrow one of mom's strap-on's?" His father barely looked away from the news. From the glimpse Rob had gotten it appeared there were more riots in one of the Reservations for the Incurably Religious. He didn't get it. They had everything Rob had, including the right to believe whatever Stone Age nonsense they chose to believe. After years of trying and bending over backwards, it was clear they were not and never would be content to live and let live, so they had been quarantined. It wasn't like back in the dark times where those who didn't fit in were shoved into corners no one else wanted. He'd heard there were parts of Texas and Alabama that you couldn't tell from Farmington or Greenwich, not until you notice everyone was wearing clothes, even when the weather was gorgeous. His dad pointed to one of the drawers without saying a word. Rob pulled it open and examined his choices. He was intrigued by the idea of either his sister or Ms. Banard shoving one of the dildos lying there up his ass. "Hey, pop?" "Huh?" his father replied, looking away from the HoloVid, which promptly faded to near transparency. "What's up, Rob?" His father appreciated his son's need to move beyond his childhood. He was careful not to call him Robbie, though he sometimes failed. "Do you enjoy pegging?" His father nodded. "Sometimes, yes, it can be very pleasurable. It's not something we do every day. It's more of a treat for me, or sometimes it's a treat for your mom when she is feeling especially horny." "Right on. So, if I wanted to try it with Car and Ms. B, which of these would be the most appropriate?" "Use the red one, it's a nice medium, small enough for a beginner but big enough you know you're being fucked. Take the small butt plug as well. Put that in during the prelims then you'll be nice and relaxed for the real thing. I don't want to wake your mother, are you streaming it?" "Of course," Rob answered as he collected the toys his father had recommended. He added a pair of nipple clamps connected by a silver chain and slid the drawer closed. "Excellent. Have fun. Your mother and I'll watch it later and offer you some critiques." The latter was said with a smile as he turned back to his news. "Sure, pops. That's what Ms. B said we keep you old farts around for, education." "Hmm, I'll have a little talk with her about that later. Probably while I'm fucking her mouth so I can get a word in edgewise. Have fun, son." When Rob re-entered the sex quarters, his sister and neighbor were laying side-by-side, head-to-toe, eating each other's pussies. Ms. B had her hand been his sister's legs, keeping her ass nice and loose with the ebony dildo. "Sis, lube this up for me, huh?" His sister lifted her face from the woman's cunt and took the butt plug from her brother's hand. "This for you, baby brother?" "Yup," he answered as he turned and bent at the waist. He trusted his sister. He used his hands to spread his cheeks. A wet finger, Caroline's or Ms. B's was unclear, massaged his pucker. He slowed his breathing and relaxed, reminding himself he'd had his own finger in his ass before. This part was no big deal. The pressure on his ass increased and he felt his sphincter relax and let the finger enter him. The finger penetrated far enough to press on the firm mound of his prostate. He felt the fullness in the head of his cock that was the whole point of the exercise. The finger continued to loosen him for a moment and then withdrew. "Relax, baby brother, don't hold your breath. Bear down, don't squeeze," his sister instructed. He felt the tip of the plug pressing against his anus. He did as he was told. The pressure began to build. It was starting to become a little uncomfortable. He bore down and the tip of the plug penetrated his ass. "Okay Robbie, that's the tip. This is a fairly small plug but. You're gonna feel a little pressure and it might hurt a little but it shouldn't hurt a lot. If it does, say so, we'll stop and go back to the finger or find a smaller plug. Understand?" "Yeah, feels okay. Go on, Car." She pushed slowly, giving his ass muscles time to stretch and accept the plug. It did hurt a little but never enough that he felt he needed to pull away. Soon, he felt his ass close around the neck of the plug and felt the silicone flange nestle between his ass cheeks. "How's that feel, dear?" He straightened and turned to look at his neighbor. "Nice. It feels nice, Ms. B. I'm surprised." "Life is full of surprises, you darling boy. A great number, in my experience, are pleasant ones, if one keeps an open mind." She reached for the strap-on. "I think it will be simpler if I use this to get inside Caroline's sweet little ass first, then you can position yourself more comfortably to get into mine." She spotted the nipple clamps dangling from Robert's hand. "Excellent idea, dear, excellent. I have an idea for those later." Robert wondered what the woman had in mind and decided she was so far beyond him when it came to sexuality it was silly to wonder. "Ms. B, I'm gonna fuck you but I was thinking this whole scenario is a bit awkward, lots of wide spread legs and squatting.," "What if I watch you fuck Car while I get used to this butt plug? When you've finish with Car I'd be honored to fuck you however you wish. If it all falls into place, maybe I'll let Car use the strap-on on me. I'd rather watch Car on her knees with you over her, fucking her ass as I did last night." Ms. B glanced at Caroline, who shrugged. "Okay, dear. Caroline slip that old dildo of mine out of your ass, child, and get back on your knees." As Caroline positioned herself, the older woman looked at Robert. "Don't you dare blow your nut anywhere but inside me young man, understand?" "Yes, ma'am." Ms. B nodded at the strap-on with approval. It had a small dong she could put in her pussy and soft nubs that would stimulate her clit as she fucked Caroline's ass. She slipped into the contraption without hesitation. She was not new to such sexual accoutrements. Robert watched, impressed by the strength in the older woman's legs, as she squatted above his sister's upturned ass. He watched as she rubbed the head of the strap-on over his sister's anus. The woman lowered herself and the silicone cock disappeared inside Caroline's ass. The woman began to move up and down. Her speed was surprising. Her legs were thin but there was no quiver or shake in them that Robert could see. Caroline began to moan her pleasure, rubbing her tits over the sheet. Robert sat down near her head, letting his own weight press the butt plug into his ass. He rocked back and forth on the mattress, loving the way the feel of the plug in his ass changed as he moved. He moved back up in the bed and rested his head against the wall. He pulled his knees to his chest, reached between his legs, and removed the butt plug. He pushed it back in. There was no pain. He popped the plug in and out of his sphincter as both women watched. His sister reached between her legs and he could see her fingers begin to circle her clit. Ms. B continued her assault on his sister's ass. Both women's cheeks glowed. "You like that dear? You like the way I'm fucking your ass? I know a few tricks. That's what us old dogs are good at, old tricks. Your brother will learn. I'm not just moving up and down, I'm alternating the angle of my hips, the angle of my fake cock. One way presses against your G spot and the other against your colon. Back and forth, up and down, switch now, twice one way, twice the other, or twice one way and once the other. There is more to fucking, youngsters, than simply moving your cock in and out of an orifice." "God, yes," Caroline panted. "This is. Totally. Different. Ass fucking. Fuck me. I'm going to cum." His sister grabbed the sheet between her teeth. A high keening wail filled the room. She thrust her ass upward, seeking the pounding dildo. "That's right, dear. You go ahead and cum like a good girl. Ms. Banard is showing you what it's like to be well and truly fucked isn't she? Cum like you mean it, girl, or I'll fuck you again. That's right." Caroline collapsed onto the bed. Ms. Banard was left crouching above the panting girl with a glistening, bouncy rubber cock jutting away from the black harness around her waist. "Kneel down there beside your sister, young man," she ordered, shifting her gaze from Caroline to her brother. "Quickly, don't make me ask twice. You can leave that," she added when he rolled to his knees still clutching the butt plug. He moved past Caroline and knelt beside her. Their shoulders touched. She turned her head and though she was still panting, he started to kiss her. With no warning, he felt pressure on his asshole and then she was burying the strap-on deep inside his ass. The feeling was overwhelming, nothing like he expected. There was very little pain. He felt as if the dildo were driving the essence of his being into his cock. He felt his cock swell and then felt a gush of precum. He looked between his legs as a large drop of clear fluid detached itself from his cockhead and fell to the sheet. The randy woman, a woman he had grown up next door to, began to fuck him as she had his sister. He resisted the urge to reach down and jerk his cock. She had instructed him to save his cum for her pussy or ass. Orders were orders. "Girl, on your back," she ordered Caroline. "Eat her cunt," she said to Robert. "I'm going to let you fuck me in a few minutes. I want your face to shine with your sister's pussy juice. Eat her fucking pussy like a good boy." Caroline rolled onto her back, scooting up on the bed as she did so. She threw one leg over the top of her brother's shoulders so that she lay, pussy agape in front of her baby brother's mouth. She whimpered when his lips touched her still sensitized clit. She would not be able to take much of this. Ms. B was a pro. She read their bodies as easily as she read her own. She stood, freeing Robert's ass from the pounding of the dildo. "Catch your breath, dear. Robert, let her be for a moment. Let her catch her breath so she can finish what I've started." Robert remained on his knees. He tightened and relaxed the muscles around his cock and his ass. He wondered how he felt about this. He'd jerked off with other guys at times but he was not attracted to dudes. If some guy wanted to suck him off, he supposed he wouldn't care. Fuck, a blow job was a blow job. Did he want a real cock up his ass? He wondered. "Young man if you're wondering if you're gay, you're not. Trust me on that one. You're as straight as any straight man I've ever met. Straight men have prostates and having their prostate massaged feels as good to them as it does to a gay man. Now, I suspect if you were horny enough you might let a man fuck you but it wouldn't be because you wanted to be fucked by a man it would be because you wanted to feel what you just felt and a real cock happened to be the easiest way to do it. That's all. Itch. Scratch. Nothing more than that." She turned her attention to his sister. "Have you ever worn a strap-on, dear?" Caroline nodded. "You got your second wind?" Caroline nodded again, albeit a tad more slowly. She reached for the strap-on. Their neighbor plopped down onto her back. She reached forward and touched Robert's cheek. "Eat my cunt." It was an order. Her cunt looked nothing like his sister's. There was a small landing patch of gray hair. The lips were much thinner than his sister's, which made her clit look huge. He didn't want to be rude by hesitating. He stretched his neck and pushed his tongue into Ms. B's pussy. It tasted like pussy. That was reassuring. He began to tongue her slit as he wiggled forward on his elbows to get closer. He took her clit between his lips and began to flick it. He ran his tongue around the tiny head, then up and down the sides of the shaft. "You eat pussy like I do, young man," the older woman chuckled. "You should. Your sister taught you and I taught her – and your mother. Um, that's good. Eat my snatch." Beside him, Caroline finished with the harness. He could see the cock out of the corner of his eye. It looked much bigger than it had when he selected it. He was amazed it had been in his ass. Ms. B pushed his head away. "Ass or cunt, Robert?" "Whatever you'd prefer, Ms. Banard," Robert replied as he rose up on his knees. His cock throbbed. The sheet beneath him was wet. "What I want is be fucked and fucked hard. Everyone is afraid they'll hurt me. I'm old but I'm not made of glass. Do you remember how I showed Caroline how it felt if she was fucked at a steep angle? Were you already awake then?" He nodded. "Excellent. I'll take care of my clit. I know what it likes. You, you concentrate on fucking the shit out of my cunt. Understand?" He nodded again. She turned to his sister. "Dear, he can't fuck me like an animal with you on top of him. When I'm close, when your dear brother is close, we'll slow down. Then you can get behind him and fuck his pretty boy ass and help him fill my cunt." Caroline nodded. The woman rested her head back on the bed, pulled her legs to her chest and used one hand to spread her pussy open. Robert guided his cock with one hand and speared her with his erection. "Oh my dear, that feels lovely, just lovely." Mindful of her instructions, Robert pulled out and immediately slammed his cock back into her cunt. He fucked her. Fucked as she had requested. The room rang with the sounds of flesh on flesh and the soft grunts his thrusts forced from her lungs. "That's right, that's how to fuck. Keep it up. Fuck me. Damn, it's been years since someone plowed my cunt like this. Harder, damn it, harder. Fuck me." Robert did his best. He did as he was told. He was a good student. --------- "My goodness, Robbie. What is Mable doing to you there?" His mother had finally gotten up. She was sipping a cup of tea as they watched a playback of the morning's sessions. She was referring to a point when Ms. Banard had instructed Robert to slow down and finally to simply lie with his cock as deep in her cunt as it would go. On the HoloVid, it was clear something was happening both by the look on Robert's face and the way Ms. Banard's stomach was tightening. "She was doing that pussy ripple maneuver wasn't she Rob?" his father asked, clearly pleased he'd identified what was happening. "You've felt her do it, too? It's fucking crazy awesome. Does mom know how to do it? "No," his father answered truthfully, unhesitatingly and without a trace of disappointment. He was not worried that Martha would be upset. We all have different talents. No one is without something unique. Humanity had finally reached a point where no one felt bad for not being the best at everything. "What's he talking about, George?" His father paused the HoloVid and turned to his wife. "I've told you about it before. Mabel has such fine control of her cunt she actually makes it, I don't know the way to describe it, ripple is as close as I can come. It's a wave of contractions that feels like her cunt is trying to pull you in." "That's exactly right, dad." Robert turned to his sister. "You need to see if she'll teach you that. It felt like my cock was a small animal being swallowed by a boa constrictor. That's a terrible analogy. There was nothing painful about it. It was bizarre but intense. Very intense. As good as she is, she almost made me cum before she was ready. That's why I pulled out of her so abruptly. Watch." He motioned with his hand and the HoloVid resumed. The blissful look on his holographic face was replaced in an instant by a look of concern. He jerked his hips back and squeezed the head of his cock between two fingers. A trick his dad had taught him to delay orgasm. "Forgive me, dear," the holographic and entirely real appearing Ms. B could be heard saying. "I allowed myself to get carried away." "Holy fuck don't apologize. That was the most amazing thing I've felt on my cock in my entire life." Beside them, Caroline was stroking the rubber cock strapped to her waist as if it were real. "What, Robbie? What felt so amazing?" "Later, sis. Right now I need to cum. I need to cum and then I need to piss." "You heard the man, young lady. Get over here and fuck your brother. Fuck him hard enough and he'll barely need to move. You pounding his ass will move him in and out of my ass enough to get him off." Her gaze moved to Robert's face. "And if you've never cum with a bladder that's about to burst, you have another treat in store. This is your lucky morning, young man." Four pairs of eyes watched the action unfold. Robert and his father were both stroking their cocks. Martha and Caroline sat side-by-side, one leg draped over the other's. Their arms were crossed, their hands diddling each other's clit. Martha sighed at the sight of her holographic daughter burying her own strap-on in her son's ass. The virtual image of her son already had his holographic cock inside Ms. B's holographic ass. "A moment, dear," the image of their neighbor requested. She reached to one side and retrieved the nipple clamps. "Hold still," she instructed. Robert watched and the ache in his left nipple re-awoke. He watched, remembering the feel of Ms. B's fingers pinching just behind his nipple and the sharp bite as she allowed the clamp to close on his nipple. He heard his moan and for a moment wasn't sure if it came from his mouth or the playback. Ms. B attached the other clamp to her right nipple. The silver chain dangled between their bodies. "Now, sweet girl. Now you may fuck your handsome brother as hard as you wish." She did. Caroline did herself proud. She fucked her brother's ass with speed and strength. The older woman had been correct once again. Caroline's thrusts moved Robert's cock in and out of the woman's ass. Ms. B tugged at the chain with one hand, pulling at his trapped nipple. Her other hand was busy working her clit. On the holographic, Robert moaned, "Fuck, I'm going to cum," at the exact moment his father said the very same thing. Caroline was closer than her mother. Without taking her fingers from her mother's clit, she twisted and leaned over her father's cock. She had her head turned so she could watch herself on the screen. She took the head of her father's cock between her lips. She did not try to suck him off. She ran her tongue over his cock while he jerked himself off. "Give me your cum, daddy," she whispered and he did. Robert paused the HoloVid as he and his mother watched as George's hip twitched, Caroline's cheeks puffed out, and a stream of white leaked from her lips and ran down the length of her father's cock. When the line of cum reached his balls, his nut sack shrank and grew taut. Caroline swallowed, bobbed her head over her father's cock a few times, and then sat back up. "Go ahead," she said, licking her lips and speaking to her brother, "let it play, finish it." Robert motioned his hand and the ass cheeks of his virtual twin began to contract. He threw his head back when Ms. B reached up and jerked the nipple clamps off their nipples. Using well-practiced gestures of his hands, Robert zoomed the HoloVid in on Ms. B's ass. His cock worked in and out with small motions as his sister continued to fuck him. Soon enough, white trails of jizz began to ooze from around his cock. Ms. B came quietly but the intensity of her orgasm was apparent in the lines of her face and the brightness of her eyes. Caroline pulled the dildo out her brother's ass and laid down beside Ms. B. Robert remained kneeling, gently fucking her ass while his cock relaxed. When his cock left her ass, a stream of white followed, running down the crack of her ass. Family Tutor "Oh, why didn't you children wake me?" their mother wailed. "I would have had so much fun. The three of you were remarkable, simply remarkable." "Apparently, you aren't the only one who thinks so," George intoned in a flat voice, nodding toward the counter at the right lower counter. Robert whistled. "Over a 100,000 hits and it's only been up an hour." He turned to his sister excitedly. "Car, we might just nab the FOTW, he pronounced the acronym as a word 'foot wah', the 'Fuck of The Week. The winners of the FOTW received complimentary tickets to the Sex Olympics. They were in Bangkok this year. The virtual threesome rose from the bed. Robert was fixated on the sight of his cum-slick, still half-hard cock swaying as he walked down the hall. They entered the sex lounge's bathroom. "In the tub, dears," Ms. Banard instructed. The sibs did as they were bid. "One at one end, the other at the other," Ms. B said, stepping to one side. "Knees apart, overlap your legs." She steadied herself with one hand and climbed onto the narrow deck at Caroline's end of the tub. She squatted, resting her back against the wall. Caroline arched her neck to see what she was doing. Robert's face was openly confused. The woman reached between her legs, spread her cunt with two fingers, and a golden stream of piss arched from between her legs to splatter across Robert's cock and lower belly. Caroline began to laugh, reached between her legs, spread her cunt lips, and let loose. Being closer, her stream hit him in the face and neck before petering out on his cock. Robert, at first startled had remained calm. He managed to hold off, how he was never sure of, he had to piss worse than he'd ever needed to in the past. The HoloVid followed his hand as it moved down his belly. His fingers paused to play in the puddle of hot piss that filled his belly button. His cock had grown soft enough he could point it at his sister without pinching off the flow. His fingers left his belly button and gently grasped his cock. He grinned and pointed his cock at his sister. His piss hit her tits and a golden mist blossomed in the air above them. Caroline's finger pinched and pulled at her nipples. Ms. Barnard beamed at her pupils. When Caroline scooted down and opened her mouth, Robert complied and re-directed his stream. His piss filled his sister's mouth. She swallowed, opened, swallowed and then allowed her brother's hot water to overflow her mouth and run over her chin. The HoloVid stopped, Caroline's blazing eyes staring out at her audience, mouth open, yellow water frozen in time as it spilled from the corners of her mouth. George and Martha stared at their offspring. Martha's eyes were wet. "Oh my sweet darlings. Mommy is so proud of both of you." Behind her, their father settled for a single grunt of agreement.