2 comments/ 31742 views/ 18 favorites Peter's Perfect Pervy Weekend By: Lion24655 Friday 7th October 2011. Six times a year the two families got together to celebrate. They used to live next door to each other when the children were born, but now the Thompsons had moved an hour or so away they would always get together for family birthdays, staying in one home or the other. Even as the young people grew up and had their own celebrations with friends, the tradition of the two families getting together to celebrate birthdays continued. Of course there were seven of them, but the two fathers' birthdays were only a couple of days apart, so they were always celebrated together. This weekend they were getting together to celebrate Kelly's birthday, although the actual date had been on the Wednesday before. It was a special birthday - Kelly was 18. Kelly Richmond was a slim, tall, pretty girl, with long dark hair. She was still slightly awkward, lacking in confidence, but everyone knew she would develop into a shapely good looking woman, and the confidence would grow when she went to college the next summer. Kelly was not looking forward to the weekend wholeheartedly... Peter -Kelly's older brother, had started work the previous summer having just left college, working for a publishing company. He was tall, and had developed "adult" confidence, as well as a muscular body from working out. And Peter had strong desires... Both Peter and Kelly still lived at home, but as with all young people of their age, had busy lives outside of the home. Their parents - Tony and Barbara - were older versions of their children. If you could imagine Kelly and Peter twenty five years older, you would see Tony and Barbara. Of course, Barbara had her hair shorter, and Tony was going grey, but it was obvious who Peter and Kelly's parents were. Tony and Barbara Richmond had lived next to the Thompsons since the two couples were both married within months of each other. The Thompsons - Jenny and Dave, and their son Mark had moved for Dave's work about three years before this weekend. Dave - shorter than Tony, and more muscular build, had gained promotion at the building company where he worked, but it had forced the move forty miles away. It was sad for Jenny Thompson, Dave's wife - she had been best friends with Barbara Richmond even before either were married, and as much as the phone lines hummed between them, she missed her friend next door. Jenny again was different in build to her best friend. She was shorter, with short fair hair. She wasn't fat, but she was definitely shapely with a flirty twinkle in her eye as she dealt with the men. As much as they missed being neighbours, these weekends when they stayed with each other were wonderful. The parents were also lucky that the three children had always got on so well. Kelly and Peter Richmond had always got on well with Mark Thompson, although he was very different - only about average height with longish curly hair and ready smile. People called Mark cute, rather than handsome, but there had always been jokes about him and Kelly, who was six months younger than him, getting married one day and cementing the family relationships - a joke with an underlying hope... Peter heard a car stop outside their house about 7.00pm on the Friday evening, then the car horn sound - it could only be the Thompsons arriving. Peter smiled as he opened the door, with Kelly and their parents Tony and Barbara close behind. Peter smiled for joy - he loved seeing the Thompsons as much as the rest of the family. Peter also smiled a sly smile - this weekend was going to be different from any of the others, and he was going to enjoy it more than the others. The pieces had started falling into place months before... Saturday 9th July 2011 - 3 months earlier... It had been a gathering, this time at the Thompsons, for the two fathers - Tony and Dave - to celebrate their birthdays. Somehow they had all arranged things for Dave Thompson and Barbara Richmond to stay at home to prepare a special meal - they both loved cooking - while the rest went out on a friend's powerboat. The problem - they needed money to buy fuel for the boat, and they had all forgotten their wallets. Peter volunteered to drive home - only ten minutes away from the marina, to pick up some money and get back to the boat as soon as possible. Peter had parked the car, and instead of ringing the front door bell, had gone around the back of the house where he knew the French windows would be open. As he approached the French windows he heard strange sounds from inside. He approached more slowly, and peeped through the pulled curtains. He heard a woman moaning. He saw a man on top of a woman, both naked, the man thrusting hard in and out of the woman, obviously both close to cumming. Peter thought quickly - he set up his mobile phone and videoed what was happened. His mother being screwed by Dave Thompson, screaming for him to fuck her harder and harder, him calling her a wonderful slut, an amazing fuck. Peter continued to film as they both screamed in orgasm, Dave pumping hard into Barbara. Peter was even more amazed as his mother told Dave he was the best fuck she'd ever had, then began to lick his cock covered with a mixture of her juices and his cum. Peter watched as Dave's cock began to stir, and heard him say "Let's go upstairs and do this properly..." He watched as the two of them disappeared upstairs, then snuck into the house and found his wallet, and disappeared back to the rest of the families. Within the ten minute drive he began to dream of what might happen... Saturday 23rd July, 2011- two and a half months earlier... Over the next couple of weeks Peter had planned for the next gathering - to celebrate Barbara's birthday. He wondered if his mother and Dave would get together again. It would be nice to see more... Peter checked through the internet until he found adverts for spy cameras, and when his parents were out fixed one which was movement sensitive into the burglar alarm censor they had in their bedroom. He linked it to his own computer via a wireless connection, which would record any movement in his parents' bedroom. The Thompsons had turned up on the Friday evening, and the families had quickly settled into their old routines for the weekend. For Peter he wasn't too hopeful - through the Saturday he hadn't seen his mother or Dave left together. Later Saturday evening he checked the file from the hidden camera. He had watched his parents undress for bed on the Friday, and apart from watching his mother strip, and thinking she was one hot lady - he had never thought of her that way before - nothing else happened. The camera had also picked them up dressing the next morning. It was after that - the timer said 1.30pm - something caught his eye. Peter thought - yes most of them had gone to the country park up the road for a walk - only a couple of them had stayed behind sun-bathing. Peter was astonished as he saw on the film his father Tony, and Mark Thompson enter the bedroom together. He was even more astonished as he watched them kiss. Even more astonished as he watched his father - who was clearly in charge, remove Mark Thompson's swimming trunks, letting his stiff cock spring upwards - not large - but like Mark - cute. He was transfixed as his father ordered Mark to jerk off, to give him a good show. He watched as Mark did, looking hugely embarrassed and hugely turned on. It only took Mark a minute or so to shoot his cum, and his cock slowly shrink. Peter's father Tony had not finished however - he stood, removed his own trunks, revealing his larger cock, sat again, and simply said "Suck me off, bitch." Peter watched as the naked Mark knelt in front of his Father and took his cock in his mouth, sliding up and down, licking. Peter heard his father say things like "You are the best cock sucker I've ever known." He heard him say "Next time I'm going to have your virgin ass." Again within minutes Tony was spurting cum into Mark's throat, holding Mark's head on his cock. Mark was swallowing hard, although some cum was seeping out the side of his mouth. It was odd. When they had finished they both put their trunks back on as if it was an ordinary thing to do and disappeared. For Peter it added to his dreams - maybe Mark would be his as well... Friday 8th August 2011 - 2 months earlier... Peter had come home from work. He had tea and went to his room, hoping to skype a few friends in other parts of the country - people who had gone their own way after leaving university chasing jobs where they could find them. It was one of those evenings - no-one was on. But then there was a call to him. Jenny. He answered the call: "Hi Auntie Jenny. How are you?" The picture came into focus, and he could see she was wearing a dressing gown - probably had a shower earlier or something. Peter had been shocked by the reply. "Really ticked off. Dave has been away for work all week and now he's away for the weekend as well - won't be back until Tuesday. Work has run over. I was really looking forward to him coming home this evening." There was something in the way she said it... "What do you mean, Auntie Jenny?" "You know what I mean." There was a pause. "I have got more and more excited this week, imagining what we would do when he got back - honey, I'm horny as hell, and no man to quench the fires." Peter was shocked - he had never heard Jenny talk this way before. She continued before he had the chance to reply. "I wish there was a young man like you here. He can never satisfy me anyway. I wish you were here - you could have me and take me any way you wanted. I bet you could make my body sing. I bet you could fill me." "Auntie Jenny, please..." "Peter. You've gotta help me, I'm so horny. At least please watch..." Peter was transfixed as Jenny removed her dressing gown and was naked. Peter thought she was gorgeous. Peter watched as she picked up a vibrator off camera, push away from the cam till he could see her naked, and began to play with herself, quickly pushing the vibrator inside her, her body responding. Peter heard her crying out: "Peter, I so want you, I've always wanted you..." "I've always wanted young man cock." For a moment Jenny paused, then looked intently into the camera. "Peter, please, let me see your cock. Let me see what I'm dreaming of." Peter was stunned, but without thinking stood up and undid his trousers and pushed them, along with his boxer shorts to his knees. He sat down again, making sure his camera showed aunt Jenny what she wanted to see, let his hand rest on his cock. Aunt Jenny did hesitate. "Wow Fantastic." She started moving the vibrator in and out of herself again, and began talking again. "I feel your cock thrusting into me." "Next time I see you I'll fuck you however you want, I'll let you empty your balls into me..." As she said "me" her voice turned into a wail and her body shook as her orgasm overwhelmed her. It seemed to go on and on. At last she came down from her orgasm, grabbed her dressing gown and covered herself. "Peter, I'm so sorry, but you can have me..." She turned the camera off, she disappeared from the screen. Peter smiled - he was glad he had clicked the record button. Half a minute later he was pumping his cum into the air. Maybe... Thursday 22nd September, 2011 - 3 weeks earlier... Peter and Kelly had always been friendly and got on well. They had often shared experiences and problems, although Kelly was four years younger than Peter was. Peter was the perfect older brother to Kelly, she the perfect younger sister - at least up to this conversation. Kelly knocked on Peter's bedroom door about 9.00pm in the evening. She looked worried when Peter called her in. "What is it, sis?" "I've just been talking to Mark on skype. He was funny tonight. Do you know what he said?" Peter smiled. "That you've got the best brother in the world?" "No, silly," Kelly replied. It was clear Kelly was worried about something, so Peter put on his listening look. "Mark said that as we were going to get married like everybody said, then at my eighteenth birthday he should take my cherry. That his should be the first cock I ever felt in me." "He said what?" Kelly continued as if she hadn't heard Peter. "The thing is, I really like Mark, but want a real man to take me first time. A real man like you." Peter was left mouth wide, swallowing air. Kelly continued. "Mark's only a squirt, and he just wants to get his thingy in me. I want to feel a man who wants to make love to me, a real man, like you." Peter was dumbstruck. First at Mark's nerve, but also at Kelly's response. He paused before he spoke quietly. "It could be me if you wanted." Kelly jumped. "No, that would be all wrong. You're my brother. It's not allowed." "Who says?" Peter spoke quietly. "It could be me. As a special eighteenth birthday present." Kelly was looking flustered. "No, I couldn't. It would be all wrong." Peter paused. "Honey, would you like to see what would take you?" Peter ran his hand over the front of his trousers - he was already feeling hard in his trousers. "Peter, no...please..." "Okay honey - perhaps you can see the outline of my 7 inches through my jeans. That's what you would get." Peter paused again. He spoke again, changing the direction of the conversation. "Honey - if you don't want Mark to take your cherry then you don't let him. I know Mark - he won't force it. And if he does, threaten him with me." After that they chattered a bit more, and Kelly went back to her own room. Both were thinking the same thing. Perhaps they weren't the "perfect" brother and sister. Perhaps they were something much better than that! Over the next few days Peter was very aware that Kelly was checking him out when she thought he wasn't aware of her. Once he left the door ajar when he was lying naked on his bed, reading a hot story, aroused, knowing she would see him as she went past his door. Perhaps... Monday 3rd October 2011, 4 days earlier. Mark had enjoyed his day at college, both the work and being with his mates. He had enjoyed pizza for tea, and headed to catch up on Emails before doing some study. There was one from Tony. Mark paused, not sure what to do, what it would say. He remembered that Uncle Tony had caught him masturbating one weekend - he seemed to have crept into Mark's bedroom and caught him wanking to a gay video on the computer. Mark knew he wasn't gay. Was he? And how Uncle Tony had told him to suck his cock. And he had. And he had loved it. And even more how he had enjoyed Uncle Tony watching him wank and shoot. Mark did dream of taking Kelly, but deep down he knew - he would rather have a man take him... Mark opened the Email and read. He was horrified. Terrified. Turned on like never before, just at the words and threat... He read: "...this weekend, my little bitch, I'm going to go even further than before. This weekend I'm going to fuck your mancunt. Your ass is going to be mine. I know it's what you want..." It was only seconds before Mark was shooting his cum, working his hand dreaming of submitting. Monday 3rd October 2011, 4 days earlier. Barbara Richmond was just finishing her coffee at Starbucks when her cell phone rang with a message. It was Dave Thompson. Barbara remembered the weekend back in the summer. That Saturday afternoon. The only time, but it had been the hottest afternoon she had ever spent. Dave Thompson had been an animal, and she had exhausted him, while she came more times in one session than ever before. It had been a one off - there had been no other opportunities. Barbara hesitated before she opened the text. "Must fuck you this weekend. Must find time. Please." Even reading it made her twitch between her legs. She sent a simply "OK" in reply, but she wanted it... Tuesday 4th October 2011, 3 days earlier. Peter had worked hard all day. He turned on Skype to chat to friends - 9.30pm. There was a message. Aunt Jenny. The message simply said "Please don't do anything or mention anything, please don't give me away." Thursday 6th October 2011, 9.30pm, 1 day earlier. Peter was again unwinding in his room after a tough day at work, when there was knock on his door. He shouted "Come In," but hadn't needed to - Kelly his sister simply walked in, holding her cell phone. "Have you seen this?" She asked. Peter looked. His mind went through the options. Had he seen the picture before? No! Had he seen the subject of the picture before? No! Had he seen the type of object Kelly was showing him on the screen before? Of course, but this one looked particularly cute. On the screen Mark had sent a picture of his cock to Kelly, with the words "This is coming for you - going to cum in you!" Peter smiled. Crass! "Stop smiling - it isn't funny!" Kelly was fuming. Peter held up his hand. "It's all right - we won't let him. Unless you want him to. I'll be here for you." "But it's not right, he should be punished for this." Peter paused before explaining his plan - in outline. Kelly said nothing, but part of her was happy that Mark would get punished, and through the evening got more and more excited at the thought of Peter being her first... Friday 7th October 2011. Peter, Kelly and their parents - Barbara and Tony - had heard the car draw up, and were on the step to greet the Thompsons, their friends. It was hugs all round, then the men carried the Thompson's luggage inside, leaving it in the hall. It was a typical evening. They had eaten together, chatted, joked, caught up, and were comfortable together. Of course there seemed to be undercurrents, but nothing was spoken. It was about 9.30 when the two fathers - Tony and Dave declared they were going to get a drink at the bar down the road. It was about the same time Mark and Kelly decided to watch a movie in the snug in the basement. It was the same time when Barbara declared she had to wash up. It was just after when Peter offered to help Aunt Jenny with the luggage up to the bedroom. Aunt Jenny was wearing a pair of jeans and flowery sleeveless top. Peter looked hard at her - she was shapely. Cute. Hoping nothing would happen. Guessing that because there were others in the house Peter wouldn't do anything. She had promised herself that even if Peter did anything she would stop it and not allow it. Yes, Peter did look good in his shorts and t-shirt, barefoot, but she would not succumb. Jenny took a couple of cases, Peter followed her with a couple more. As they climbed the stairs Peter couldn't help staring at Jenny's ass held tight in the jeans. Jenny put her cases on the floor and watched as Peter carried the others for her. He put them on the bed, and without even closing the door, he put his arms around Jenny and kissed her hard. At first she struggled, but he was so strong, holding her firm. There was no escaping his grip. He kissed her hard, allowed one hand to slip down her back and grasp her ass, then lifted a leg and forced it between her legs, until it was pushing hard into her crotch. He could feel her warmth and dampness even through her jeans. Jenny did make a token struggle, but had stopped very quickly. Peter allowed his lips to leave Jenny's then spoke softly into her ear. "Honey, I'm going to fuck you very soon. You are going to feel my cock in your cunt. And you will moan like the slut you are as I pound your hole. You ready?" Jenny was struggling already to keep her dignity. "Please, no, they will hear." Peter whispered again. "Then they will be jealous, wishing it was them being fucked." Peter scooped Jenny off her feet, took her to the bed and dropped her on her back. As he did so he caught his hand in her t-shirt and had removed it in seconds. Jenny wanted this to stop, but couldn't fight it. Already her crotch felt on fire, and she knew she was soaking. Peter reached down, undid Jenny's Jeans and pulled them roughly off. He smiled as he noticed her lift her ass to help him. Peter quickly removed his own shorts, t-shirt and boxers and stood next to the bed, his cock inches from Jenny's face. Peter no longer spoke quietly. "Kiss it, slut," he ordered her. Peter's Perfect Pervy Weekend Jenny hesitated, then leant over and kissed the tip of Peter's cock, then allowing her tongue to lick the pre-cum from his now rock hard cock, which looked huge. Peter leant forward, put his hands down Jenny's back, quickly undid her bra and ripped it away. He whistled as her fabulous tits fell clear of the cloth, grabbing one and not too sensitively squeezing her nipple. Jenny squealed in shock, and enjoyment. Peter pulled away, then pushed Jenny back on the bed. He ripped her panties from her, and noticed the beautiful bush between her legs. Peter grabbed Jenny's ankles and spread her legs wide, before pushing his mouth to her pussy, glistening with moisture. Jenny moaned as Peter began to assault her pussy with his tongue. He nibbled on the lips, thrust his tongue inside her as far as he could, then moved his tongue to her clit, assaulting it with flicks and licks, which had Jenny squirming in pleasure. It only took seconds before Jenny's body was shaking in orgasm, with a shriek which could have been heard throughout the house. Barbara certainly heard it, but didn't know what to do. From Peter's point of view it was what he wanted! He quickly moved up Jenny's body, lay on top of her and grabbed her tits. He had the tip of his cock nestling between the lips of Jenny's pussy. For a few moments he teased her pussy with the tip of his cock, but it was too hot. Too hot for both. Suddenly Jenny cried out "Please, please. Please fuck me. Fill my cunt. Fuck my cunt, please..." Peter thrust as hard as he could and as deep as he could into Jenny - she was very wet, very hot, and very welcoming. In seconds he was pounding her, thrusting his cock in and out as hard and as deep as he could. Jenny was sobbing - it was the biggest cock she'd ever had. The hardest. The deepest. And the best. Jenny was moaning uncontrollably, until suddenly both of them tensed together, as Peter began pumping his cum deep into her, as her orgasm overwhelmed her. Peter and Jenny had only been gone half an hour when they returned to coffee. Barbara was suspicious. She had heard strange noises. She could see their red faces. "What have you two been up to?" Peter made the excuse that they had only been looking at pictures, but Aunt Jenny had been excited to see some of the family shots from a previous time. Barbara didn't believe it, or did she? It was too late to say any more - the dads had returned from the bar. The chat continued into the small hours, but gradually everyone drifted off to bed. Saturday 8th October 2011. Peter woke feeling refreshed - it was only with hindsight he could tell himself how hot Jenny had been. He hadn't come across anyone as ready as she was, as much as she pretended not. Peter was sure others in the house - particularly his mother, had guessed what was going on. He had also worked out that his mother couldn't let something like that go. He was ready... Peter entered the kitchen in his t-shirt and shorts - what he normally slept in. Only his mother seemed about, awake, and it was already 9.30am. Both were making breakfast rather awkwardly, trying to avoid saying anything which might give anything away. It was as they sat down with cereal and coffee that Barbara has worked out what she was going to say. She spoke into the awkward silence. "Peter," she paused. "Peter - what were you and Jenny really doing upstairs last night." Peter stalled, although he knew that his mother knew. He spoke as nonchalantly as he could manage. "You know mum, looking at pictures of former holidays we've had." Barbara looked stern. "Peter. I am not stupid. I could hear. I could hear that you and Jenny were having sex. I'm sure you were. Were you?" Peter paused. "I'd rather not say" he said quietly. Barbara had clearly rehearsed her speech. "Peter. I know you were having sex, and it was wrong. You should not be having sex with friends like this. She is a married woman. Her husband is staying with us. I know you are a good looking man, and a lot of women will find you attractive, but you must not let yourself be carried away. Yesterday was wrong." Peter allowed a pause, then smile gently. "Yes, mum, but..." Peter paused. "Was it worse me fucking Jenny than it was Uncle Tony fucking you?" Barbara was thrown. How did he know? What did he know? Should she deny it. "Peter, what do you mean. I have never, um, had , um sex, with Tony." Peter smiled at her obvious discomfort. "Mum. Don't deny it. I have pictures and video of you two fucking. And I remember you screaming for it harder, and screaming in orgasm, and telling Uncle Tony he was the best fuck you'd ever had. Then I remember you sucking his cock hard again. Should I tell dad? Was it true, what you said? About Tony being the best?" Barbara had completely changed - now almost incoherent. How had he got a film? And pictures? Peter was giving her space to compose herself, then she started to talk. "Peter, please, let me tell you. Yes, Tony was the best ever. I felt like a woman when he finished. Your father and I have made love over the years. We have two of the most delightful children ever. Or so I thought until today. But he always preferred men. And boys. I've seen the way he looks at Mark. I wonder if they are doing something? Please Peter, please don't tell anyone. Especially dad. Please." There was a pause. "Mum, I won't tell dad. Yes I had sex with aunt Jennie. And she was hot. I've seen you have sex with Uncle Tony, and you were hot. Maybe I should make you and Aunt Jennie make love to each other. Do you fancy doing it with another woman?" "Please, Peter, please let's stop everything right now." While Barbara was trying to stop things, it was clear to Peter that the thought of being with another woman has tweaked her in some way. "Tell you what mum. Later today I will make sure you get time alone with Uncle Tony. But sometime soon I'm going to make you and Aunt Jenny do it together. Imagine it mum? You with your mouth buried between her legs, licking her pussy, while she is doing the same to you. Think how many times you could make each other come..." Barbara gave one last squirm. "Please Peter..." Peter wasn't going to let up. "And once you and Aunt Jenny have finished I will fuck her again, and then I will fuck you..." At that moment they both heard footsteps on the stairs. Both pulled themselves together. Both felt strange - Peter suddenly realising he had some power. Barbara having her mind opened to possibilities she had always managed to suppress to this time. Everyone had appeared by lunchtime, and forced a sense of relaxation, as they ate their salad. Somehow, the balance seemed to have changed. Peter seemed most in control. It was Peter who organised the afternoon. "Mum, why don't you and uncle Tony stay here and cook tea - you know how much you like cooking. Dad, why don't you take Mark and Kelly down to that sports shop - Mark was saying he needed to get some new trainers, and Kelly has that holiday money from Grandad - I bet she can't wait to spend it. And me and Aunt Jenny - we'll nick back to your house - Aunt Jenny said she has forgotten to bring Kelly's present. It'll only take us an hour or so." No-one could think of any reason not to go along with Peter's plans. For some it seemed exciting. Most were a bit apprehensive, but happy to go along. It was only later in the day that Peter could reflect how good the afternoon was. He had taken Aunt Jenny to their house, and given her a really hard good fucking, including fucking her in the ass - she said she had never done it or wanted to do it, but Peter had given her no choice. Truth was - it hadn't really felt great for her, but she had adored being taken and used and owned by Peter who seemed to be able to drive her wild with lust. Later also Peter looked at the video from the cameras he had hidden in the burglar alarm censors. He smiled as it seemed Uncle Tony had fucked his mother as hard as he, Peter had fucked Tony's wife. And he was impressed by the language his mother had used, begging for cock, begging to be fucked, begging to be used. Peter did reflect - it was a "good" weekend, and he was in control, and he wondered how far he could take things by the end of the day. Tony and Barbara had prepared a really good meal. Everyone ate, and laughed, and drank a little, although now there seemed to be all sorts of undercurrents that no-one would speak about. It was about 8.30 when Peter suddenly declared "We three youngsters have enough of you adults for the evening - we're going to the snug to watch a film. We don't want to be disturbed by you oldies!" Peter led Kelly and Mark to the basement, had set up a Disney film, and arranged the three of them on a couch - Mark in the middle, Peter and Kelly on either side. "So Mark," Peter whispered to him, but loud enough for Kelly to hear, "You sent Kelly a picture of your cock and told her you were going to put it in her. You thought you were going to fuck her this weekend, didn't you?" There was silence - apart from a character singing about the "bear necessities" on the film. Mark was stunned. He couldn't put together how he would make it happen, but it wasn't going to be like this. Peter wasn't going to know. Or be part of it. Peter was in control, somehow. "Looked like you had a cute cock - wonder if it feels as nice?" Before Mark could respond, Peter had placed his hand on Mark's cock, over his shorts. He felt around, held it, squeezed it, rubbed it, until Mark realised that in seconds Peter had made him hard. It was even worse having Kelly right next to him watching him. It was even worse, and better, as Peter slipped his hand under the waistband of Mark's shorts, inside his boxers, and grasped Mark's cock and squeezed it gently. "Do you think we should remove Mark's shorts and boxers so we can both see his cock?" Peter had spoken to Kelly, as if totally ignoring Mark. Peter was enjoying playing with Mark. Kelly too was embarrassed, but fascinated by what Peter and Mark were doing. Peter turned back to Mark and spoke to him. "Mark, lift your ass off the bed for a moment so Kelly can removed your shorts and boxers." Involuntarily Mark did lift himself, and Peter spoke softly to Kelly. "Go on, remove them, lets get his cock toy out so we can play with it." Slowly Kelly did move, shocked at what she was doing, removing all Mark's clothes below his waist. "Look at that for a pretty cock," Peter whispered, as he released it for a moment. Mark's cock was stiff, hard, 5 inches, and twitching with arousal. "Tell you what, Kelly," Peter continued. "Why don't you give his balls a nice squeeze, and massage." Kelly looked shocked, but then did as Peter suggested, grasping Mark's balls and working them at first tentatively, but with growing confidence in her hand. Mark moaned at the treatment. It felt so good. "Let's see what else we can do for this naughty boy. Very naughty boy. Sending you pictures of his cock. And you know the naughtiest of all? Have a look at this picture. He likes to suck cocks." Suddenly Mark was very aware. How did Peter know that? What was the picture he had reached for and held in his hand? Peter held it up for him - a still from the cam watching Mark suck Tony's cock, although no-one could make out who the other man was from the picture. It was obvious that the cock was spurting in Peter's mouth. Peter smiled. "Don't worry, Mark, I won't tell anyone whose cock you were sucking." Mark was mortified - he had been found out. How? Why was he so turned on by his shame? Why did it feel so good when Peter held his cock, looped his fingers around it and began to wank him off? Mark was moaning. In seconds his body was shuddering as he spurted his cum up the front of his shirt, before it ran down his cock and all over Peter's hand. Peter kept milking him until there was no more cum to be had. "You little bitch," Peter whispered to Mark, then released Mark's cock, and rubbed his hand over Mark's face and into Mark's hair, so the cum on his hand was smeared all over Mark's mouth, with strands on his hair. Peter whispered a bit louder so he was sure Kelly could hear: "And now you are going to see a real man fuck Kelly for the first time, see a decent cock pop her cherry..." At last Kelly found her voice. "Please, Peter..." But Kelly didn't know what she was saying please to. She hadn't wanted Mark to be the first. But not sure this was the right moment. And letting Mark watch. And she had been so turned on by what Peter had done to Mark. And she desperately wanted to be a grown-up woman. And Peter's cock was fantastic. And he was a real man. And then she had decided - she would let Peter choose. He had been so masterful to Mark, she would submit to him. While Kelly was thinking, and churning things through her mind, Peter had got off the bed, walked around to her side, and stripped in front of her and Mark. He had reached under her summer skirt and removed her panties, and she had let him. In seconds he was lying on her, and she could feel his cock resting against her pussy, moving gently, very gently along her slit, flicking her clit with the tip. Peter was kissing her. Peter had thrust his tongue into her mouth. Peter was squeezing her tits, pinching her nipples. His cock was still sliding - more easily because Kelly knew she was getting very wet. Peter broke the kiss for a moment and whispered to Kelly "Tell me when you are ready." He continued to squeeze her tits, making the nipples hard, lightning bolts shooting to her pussy. He stared into her eyes, knowing that she would submit to him in moments. They were both oblivious to Mark who was watching intently, lying next to them on the couch. "Please," Kelly whispered softly. Peter waited. "Please what, babe?" he whispered back to her. "Please fuck me. Please, I want your cock in me, sliding in me." Peter moved his body, then thrust hard and deep into Kelly, fully thrusting his cock deep inside of her, breaking through the barrier as he did so. Kelly cried out with the pain, but her heart was pleased - she was a woman. She loved the feel of the cock deep in her, and as Peter lay on her unmoving, the pain subsided and it just felt good, and felt even better when Peter slid his cock out and back into to her. And even better as he did it a second time. And built even better as he build a steady rhythm thrusting his cock in and out of her, with Kelly beginning to rise up to meet Peter's thrusts. Suddenly Peter stopped, with his cock deep inside Kelly. He looked deep into Kelly's eyes. "Tell Mark what it feels like to have a good hard cock in your cunt." Kelly gasped. She suddenly remembered Mark was there. She couldn't do it. But Peter was insistent. "Go on, tell Mark what it feels like to be fucked, tell him how your cunt feels." Kelly was bemused - being ordered to tell Mark made it all feel even hotter. And she wanted to humiliate him because he had been so coarse to her, but also because she had realised - Mark wanted to be humiliated. "It feels fantastic, Mark. It's all tingly, and hot, and wet." Peter spoke to her again. "Tell him more, use the right words, babe." Kelly knew what Peter meant - he wanted her to say all those wrong and naughty words out loud. She could do it. "Mark, my cunt feels amazing, on fire, as Peter is fucking me with his hard hot cock. I want him to empty his balls into me, shoot his spunk into me..." As she said the words, Peter began to slide his cock in and out, pounding Kelly's cunt, fucking harder and harder. In seconds Kelly felt her body begin to lose control, her first orgasm on a cock, her body shuddering, Kelly moaning out loud, with Peter grunting and thrusting as hard and deep into her as he could. Suddenly they were both wrything in orgasm, Peter pumping cum after cum into the hottest fuck he could ever remember, Kelly squirming, not believing anything could be this amazing. It seemed like ages, but after moments they both came down from their highs, Peter's cock shrinking and popping out of Kelly. They were lucky there was a shower room in the basement, and all three of them washed, and put their clothes on, all three glowing. Perhaps half an hour later they went back upstairs to the parents, with all of them sharing a bottle of wine and chatting more. Peter was quiet - he now realised he had control of most of the people there. His mother knew Peter could cause her trouble. Aunt Jennie he had taken. Kelly was his, now he had taken her virginity. Mark seemed to crave to submit, and be humiliated, and Peter had done that to him, and he had loved it. It was just the two fathers. But Peter had a plan. They were all about to go to bed. Talking about needing to sleep. Peter spoke to Mark, quietly, when everyone else was busy: "Mark you go to my parents' bedroom, where my dad will be in a few minutes" A few moments later he managed to catch a word with his mother. "Mum, you go to the guest bedroom where Uncle Tony is going to be sleeping." After a bit he had also spoken to Aunt Jenny and Kelly, to tell them all three would be sleeping in Peter's room. Half an hour later the house was in darkness. There hadn't seemed to be any fuss about the sleeping arrangements, just a conspiracy of silence, a tacit sense that they would do it. Sunday morning came, and people appeared for breakfast at different times, mainly individually to avoid the sense of different couples having slept with each other. Everyone seemed to have a smile on their face. Dave - Peter's Father was the first to appear, and put on the coffee machine. Dave smiled - it was the first time he had a young guy to spend time with, who would serve him, and had fucked him three times through the night, as well as sucking him off. Minutes later Kelly appeared in the kitchen in her pyjamas - she had only just put them on! Peter had forbidden her and Aunt Jenny who had shared the bed together to wear anything. Peter had seemed to be an animal. He had fucked her twice more, with Auntie Jenny holding her hand. And he had fucked Aunt Jenny twice. It had been strange - being fucked while there was someone else in the bed. And even stranger being in the bed while someone else was fucked. Kelly hadn't resented it - Aunt Jenny was sweet, and somehow they had developed a bond, an affection for each other for both being Peter's sexual plaything. Next to appear was Barbara - Peter's mother, glowing. She felt she had slept very little as she and Tony seemed to have been screwing all night. Barbara smiled - she had never been sore before for such prolonged fucking. This morning - the first time she had been sore from "too much cock!" She smiled - there was never "too much cock" when she was with Tony! Tony appeared soon after, yawning. He hadn't had much sleep and his balls ached - Barbara had been an animal all night. They just seemed to fuck over and over! Mark appeared, took a coffee and sat down gingerly. He had adored being taken and owned and abused by Dave, but it had left him sore... All of them sat around the table drinking coffee and eating their choice of breakfast. There was an awkward silence as no-one could talk about the night. No-one had any complaint, but everyone was too embarrassed in front of the others to speak. Peter was the last to appear, looking cheerful, and smiling. He had been pondering his weekend. He had imagined all sorts of things over the year. But he thought he had orchestrated a weekend that was far more perverted than he could ever dream. And still there were things he hadn't managed to organise - he still wanted to see his mum and Aunt Jenny make out. And thought he would take his mother as well. That would have to wait. But it was Peter who had the last word. "Why do we have to wait for birthdays, and parties to get together. Why don't we come over to your place next week, Uncle Dave and Aunt Jenny..." Peter's Perfect Pervy Weekend And he organised it on the spot. Somehow everyone wanted it, imagining what they might do next, and wondering if Peter would give them the chance...