Guardian's Package

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"Oh, baby, please, eat me!" Trish begged rather loudly. "I need you to eat me, please!

 

Mark stood outside the bedroom of his guardian's as he'd done so many, many times. His cock had hardened the minute he'd come in from work and heard the moans. He was early, so was she it seemed. On his drive home, he'd been thinking about getting the pictures of her out and jacking off before she came home from work. Fate, he didn't know, but he'd had the hots for her for as long as he could remember, maybe six, seven years old when he'd accidentally walked in her, naked. And this was before his parents were killed. And even later when she had breastfed her son and daughters. Somehow, watching them suck her breasts was so damn hot. He wanted to do it.

 

Now that he was barely eighteen, the fantasies of walking i! n and helping her out during her masturbation sessions, which she had often, was constantly on his mind. He reached for the doorknob and heard, "Oh, yes, baby, that feels good. Oooooh yeah, suck my clit." He hesitated. What if she wasn't alone? Still, the thought of seeing her get fucked excited him.

 

Quietly, opening the door, he stuck his head inside. Trish was alone and lying on the bed with her knees drawn up and spread wide. Her pussy faced him, her fingers working fast and furious on her clit while her other hand was pumping her wet hole. Damn! His hard cock went as rigid as it'd ever been.

 

"Oh, god, I wish I had a cock inside me. I need a big cock so bad."

 

Her eyes were closed, so he knew she had no idea that he'd come in. She was just fantasizing, trying to get herself off. Unzipping his jeans, he pulled out his hard dick and began to jack off.

 

"Please, baby, shove that hard! piece of meat into me. I need it…hard and fast."

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Damn, she was so wet he could hear the juices sloshing and ached to be covered with them. He kicked off his shoes, and then the jeans. His breathing rapid, he moved toward her slowly and kneeled on the bed, watching her face. Sliding his cock in next to her hand, she grabbed it, pulled on it with her wet hand and guided him inside.

 

"Oh, yes!" She began to thrust against him, setting the pace she needed. Wrapping her legs around him, she played with her nipples, molding her breasts, moaning and tossing her head from side to side. "Oh, hell yeah. That's it, baby."

 

Her hole was so hot and wet, it was difficult to hold back, but he had to prolong it. He'd dreamed of this for so long. Finally, he had this wet pussy wrapped around his meat. She gripped him with her muscles as he pounded her. Her breasts bounced with their movements.

 

"Suck'em, sweetheart," she said through quick breaths.

  She didn't need to tell him again. He leaned over and flicked her hard tips with his tongue, rolled them between her lips and pulled.

 

"Oh, Mark, that's it, baby. Don't stop." Her head moved from side-to-side as he sucked hard and long on her tits. She arched into him, grabbing his head, holding him closer.

 

Heat came over him as his balls tightened. He was going to shoot his wad in his mom.

 

"Ooooh, holy shit! Mark, baby, don't come yet."

 

Surprised she knew he was about to unload, he stopped and looked into her baby blues. "I love you, Trish."

 

She reached up and caressed my face. "I know, baby. I know. I love you. Your cock feels so good. I want it to last."

 

He bucked and couldn't hold back any longer. Exploding inside her hot cunt, he felt her tighten around him and she tipped her head back, moaning as her body began to shake wild! ly. She pressed into him, wrapping her legs around him and he ! felt her come around his cock. He collapsed on her, hoping she didn't bitch him out for invading her privacy, for taking advantage of her.

 

"So good, baby," she whispered while her hand caressed his head and down his back.  

 

When her breathing eased, she pulled his head to hers and kissed him so hard, probing his mouth with her tongue. Then she told him, "Go down on me. Lick me clean."

 

She pushed on his shoulders and he went down. With his tongue, he slowly ran it through her pussy, tasting their mixture. It was intoxicating. The salty sweetness was like a wet, sloppy kiss. He groaned and sucked on her hole, licked the folds of her lips and sucked on her clit before returning to lick and drink their juices. His cock was getting hard again. She'd always that affect on him.

 

"Give me, your dick," she said her words soft, caressing.

 

He moved to lie beside her and she too! k him in her mouth, swirling her tongue around him. "Mmmm," she moaned, vibrating against his cock. There was a knock on the front door, and then the doorbell rang.

 

He turned to look at her, but she seemed not to notice which was fine with him. Her tongue washed up one side and around his head filling him with love and need. He caressed her leg, ran his tongue over her thigh and rested on his elbow to watch her ravish his cock. She was so beautiful with her lips wrapped around his dick. Never had he ever thought she'd really do this, but damn. He was tempted to smack himself to see if he was awake.

 

Whoever was at the door laid on the doorbell. Damn it! He shut his eyes to block it out and let his mom pull him back into the moment. Hips gently rose and fell on his pumping fingers as he thrust into the throat of the woman who he loved more than ever.

 

She pulled off him and sucked the ridged skin under the head. S! hudders shot through him. His head fell to rest on her thigh a! nd she g ripped his fingers with her internal muscles.

 

With her sucking his cock faster and faster, Mark found it hard to concentrate on her pussy. He wanted to fuck her mouth. Drive deep into her throat and send his cum down into her belly.  

 

A banging on the bedroom window sent his blood rushing back up his body when he saw the face peering in at them. "It's Paul," he said, scrambling away from her and off the bed. Gathering his clothes, he flew from his parent's room to his next door. Trembling, he dressed, took deep, calming breaths and flopped down on his bed. He could hear their voices as his door didn't shut all the way when he'd shoved it.

 

"Hi honey, you're early. Why didn't you use your key?"

 

He laughed, then nothing. Mark figured they were kissing. Would he taste him on her lips?

 

"It seems everyone is home early today."

 

"Nice, ! isn't it? I needed to expel some pent up tension."

 

"With a little help, I saw."

 

Mark froze. He waited for her reply, or Paul bursting into his room.

 

"Guess I was a little loud and he thought I needed help."

 

"Did you?"

 

"Oh, you know me. I never turn down a delicious cock."

 

"Don't I know it?"

 

"We weren't finished. He was close to giving me a wonderful appetizer."

 

"I think I can help out."

 

"I knew you'd want to. Come."

 

Mark laid there, his breathing ragged from fear though it seemed she was distracting her husband. He waited for the sound of their bedroom door to close, and then he was taking off for a few hours. Maybe by the time he came home, the incident wouldn't be brought up. Or at least Paul wouldn't be so apt to beat the shit out of him ! for touching his wife, his prize possession. His door opened a! nd hit t he wall.

 

"Hey, Paul. What's up?" he asked, hoping he sounded natural as he lounged against the bookcase headboard of his bed. His insides were shaking as all get out. He dared a glance at Trish. She winked at him.

 

"So, did you enjoy fucking my wife?" he asked as he removed her bathrobe, and reached around to cup her breasts. "Beautiful, isn't she?"

 

Surprised at his casualness, he choked on the breath he'd been holding.

 

"Ok, son?"

 

Mark nodded. Paul's fingers pulled on the nipples and his mom's head fell back against him while she stared at him under her lowered eyelashes. Her tongue ran over her lips.

 

"You loved having her wrapped your meat, didn't you son?"

 

"Yes." He watched her for guidance, unsure what was really going on here. Other than the obvious. He'd seen enough movies to know Paul could be trying ! to relax him, the then nail the blow for messing with his woman. Instead, he saw the orgasm she'd had didn't curb her need to be fucked. He always knew this about her. He'd been watching closely for so long. He loved her, her firm, well shaped body. She was no stick, but she took care of her curves and kept them toned. The photos beneath is mattress kept him abreast of the changes as she had three more kids after him and reached the age of forty. Age only enhanced her beauty, her sexual appetite.

 

"I'm so thirsty," she said with a sultry voice.

 

One of Paul's hands slid down into her pussy and rubbed her. "Quite the contrary, dear. You're well hydrated." He brought his fingers up to her mouth. Her tongue snaked out and licked them, down and up each side. And then she took them in her mouth, sucking.

 

Swallowing hard, Mark's cock threatened to peek out the top of his jeans. He watched Paul move awa! y from her then proceeded to undress himself. Trish watched hi! m as she reached around and wrapped her fingers around the girth of her husband's cock. The tips of her fingers overlapped on the cock that looked just like his. His mouth got wet and his own cock was started twitching.

 

"Take your jeans off and let me see your cock, son."

 

He complied without getting off the bed. Trish came over to the foot of his bed and patted it. "Scoot on down here, baby."

 

He moved down and let his legs hang off the bed, his eyes on Paul. Was she going to ride him in front of him? How was he going to handle that? He held his breath.

 

"Baby, I'm going to finish what your Paul interrupted."

 

Oh, shit! She leaned over and ran her tongue over the swollen head. Her husband moved behind her and she moved back to take his cock in her pussy. Cool! He closed his eyes as her hot mouth inched down his shaft, back up and down again, her hands squeezing his balls.  

Unknowing what he can do and not do with him present, he shoved his hands under his head and watched her head bob on his cock.

 

"Son, don't hold back. Do anything that comes natural."

 

She ran her tongue along the ridges as she sucked. His hips moved off the mattress as he succumbed to the urge to drive into her. Closing his eyes, disbelieving this was really happening. His surrogate parents in his room, screwing while she sucked his dick—no way!

 

Paul grunted and he looked at him. His eyes had closed, he was reddening and the frown seemed to involve his entire face. He was going to come. His hips pounded against her ass. Jealousy filled him as he grabbed Trish's head, his fingers tangling in her auburn hair. He thrust in and out of her mouth as her moans vibrated against him, while he watched she was banged from behind.

 

She shuddered, her breathing cool on his wet cock. H! e pushed on her head as his legs tightened and he drew the hee! ls of hi s feet on the edge of the bed. Yanking on her hair, his eyes blurred as he matched the rhythm of Paul's thrusts.

 

"Shoot, Mark. Come in her mouth," Paul encouraged.

 

No problem, he was on the verge. "Com…ing," he managed. "Fill her…cunt…like…it's…my ass," he panted as he shot load after load into her mouth.

 

"Holy shit!" Paul moaned, his voice thick and husky

 

Mark watched him shoot into her pussy, wishing with everything in him, it was his ass. She lifted from his spent cock, licking her lips and then she smiled like a cat who'd had both her saucer of milk and a mouse. What now? He waited.

 

Trish stood after Paul pulled from her. "I'm going to shower," she said, running her hand through the juices dripping from her cunt.

 

Ok, here it comes now that everyone had shot their loads. He stared up at him. What was he supposed to say? D! id he expect him to vow it'd never happen again? Not possible after he'd had a taste of her. It would kill him not to have her wrapped around him again.

 

Paul approached the end of the bed and came down, hovering over him. He lowered and if he hadn't stopped inches from his mouth, they would have been lip-locked.   He wished he had. It'd be better than the threat he expected, or worse told he had to pack his things and get out. He stared into the dark blue eyes, fear keeping him still. Say it and get it over with, he mentally said. Instead, Paul closed the distance. His lips brushed his, he didn't respond, but he wanted to. He pressed harder and hunger took over. The kiss deepened and he found his fingers slipping into Paul's dark hair as he opened to take his tongue as he felt the male body coming down to lay on him. Oh, yeah. Nice. He tasted good, fresh with a hint of cinnamon. Paul broke the contact, drawing a groan from him.

  "So, you now want my cock, do you?"

 

! Mark trembled. "I do," his voice sound uneven, but husky.

 

"You know it's a two-way street?" he asked, caressing his lips with his fingers.

 

"Yes." Shivers swept over him at the thought of his cock shoved up. Suddenly, he wanted it more than anything. Ok, not more than he wanted to feel his dick in his own ass, or his cock in his Trish's ass, but damn. He was hard again. "Can I?"

 

"Can you what?"

 

"Can I fuck you now?"

 

"Why don't you start with washing my wife's taste from my cock, then we'll see about feeding a young man's fantasies?" He eased down his body and stopped over his erection. It bobbed and a tongue snaked out and ran over the head. Oh, please, take him in your mouth and suck him. However, he didn't. He stood up, widening his stance and put his hands on his hips.

 

"Well? What are you waiting for, Mark?"

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Yeah, what was he waiting for? He got to his knees and grabbed the base of his cock. He inhaled the sex scent of their coupling and moaned. Not in the mood to play or tease, he engulfed the head and slipped his lips down the shaft and back up, lingering on the bulb, running his tongue under the ridge and tapping the taught skin a circumcision leaves you with.

 

"Oh, son, you've sucked a cock before," Paul said, his fingers running through his shaggy, brown hair.

 

Pulling off the fine meat, Mark looked up at him, "No. No sex ever. I've only ever wanted Trish. Now, I want you, too. No one else."

 

"You're gifted," he said running his fingers over lips that needed to get back to work. "Continue."

 

"Internet's a great teacher." His head was pushed back down on his cock and swiftly, it was in his throat. Sucking up and down, he heard someone come in the room he shared w! ith their son and hoped to hell it wasn't Ronnie. How'd yo! u explai n to a twelve year old why you were sucking his dad's cock? He darted his eyes around and relief washed over him. It was Trish. That was a quick shower. Normally, she took long showers. He returned his full attention to the meat in his mouth, and laved with his tongue then sucked with a furry, hungry for the taste of cum.

 

"Here or our room?" he heard her whisper.

 

"Our room. Call and see if Connie can pick the kids up and keep them for a while. We have a starving beginner here."

 

He felt her kiss his ear and caress his head while she told him, "Suck his balls, baby. He loves that."

 

Hell, why didn't I think of that? Slipping from the bed onto his knees, Mark took a testicle in his mouth, surprised at how big and hard it was. He wasn't long from coming again. Damn! He did that. He really excited Paul to the point he needed to shoot off. Thrilled, he massaged, licked back up ! the shaft and devoured it, sucking faster, harder.

 

"Oh, son, you're going to make me come." He pulled his cock from his mouth with a loud plop.

 

Grabbing his hips and pulling him back to suck him, Paul's hands pulled him up and he found himself being carried like a child.

 

Hurriedly, he was taken to their room where Trish still spoke to her friend, a woman he called, Aunt Connie. "Yeah, we're thrilled, too. It was a long time coming. I thought I was going to have to crawl into his bed one night to get his attention."

 

Huh? He was set down at the foot of their king size bed.

 

"Bend over the bed," he was instructed.

 

Leaning over the bed on his forearms with his ass in the air, he couldn't believe what he was hearing. Trish told her she just had sex with him. Hot!

 

She giggled at something that was said. "I know," she sai! d. "He's about to take Paul and I don't want to miss it.! " She sighed. "No, I'm not going to be too tired for our time tomorrow. I'm looking forward to feasting on your sweet, sweet cunt."

 

Whoa! Trish and her friend were lovers? What the hell! His heart pounded at the thought of them in a sixty-nine.

 

"Listen, babe, let us break him in then we'll introduce you and Sid to him before we scare the hell out of him with the group."

 

Fucking Connie and Sid, whoa! He barely believed he fucked her and was going to spend the evening fucking both of them and there was already plan for him to fuck others. Not that he'd mind fucking Connie, she was beautiful, sexy and definitely worth a fantasy or two, but nothing like Trish. Still, the thought sent him into overdrive. He wanted to stick his raging hard-on in whatever hole that wanted him. His dick spewed all over the comforter. Damn! Hell! He felt his face redden. Paul swatted his ass, laughing.

 

"Good job,! hon," he said.

 

Paul ran his tongue across his ass and up his spine and back down. "Son, this is just the beginning. Take it easy."

 

"He just shot his wad on the bed listening to me talk to you," Trish told Connie, then sighed. "I know. I wish we had, too. So, tonight, we have a lot of time to make up for."

 

She reached over and opened the bottom drawer of her nightstand and tossed a large tube of lube and condoms toward the foot of the bed.

 

"No, no. One of us will be by to get them before bedtime." She tossed a vibrator and large dildo on the bed before shutting the door. "Hon, I really need to go. Paul just sheathed up and is lubing his cock. I have to watch him take Mark lose his anal cherry and become his bitch."

 

Mark shuddered and turned to watch Paul rub the KY over his cock. As huge as he was and knowing it was going to hurt, he was determined to take! it. He'd gladly endure the pain of being ripped open to get! his mea t in him.

 

"Don't be afraid, son. I'm a pro at stuffing asses."

 

"Not afraid. Ready for it."

 

"All right!" Paul said.

 

His excitement added to his and he wanted to turn on his back and watch him, but he trusted him to know what was best for his first time. He disappeared behind him. He'd seen enough gay videos to know not all bothered to prep the hole before inserting their dicks, so he was prepared for the assault, actually wanted it. He was about to have his Paul's full attention. It thrilled him. His dick bounced in anticipation as if it hadn't just shot off.

 

"Love you, too. The show is about to begin," she said into the phone. "Of course it's being taped. It's his first ass-fucking. See you tomorrow." She laughed. "Come on, you know me. His first fuck was recorded. I just wish his first blow job was on tape, but anxious Paul couldn't wait until! we were finished, he had to scare the shit out of him." She laughed again. "I know. Him and his games. Look, more tomorrow, Paul's motioning for me to wrap it up. He's anxious to fuck new flesh."

 

Mark's head swam. They swung both ways and video taped them excursions. Hell, why hadn't he thought of that and looked for tapes. He sure as hell will now.

 

Hands caressed his cheeks and then spread them open. Expecting the head of his cock, he jerked when he felt a rough, wet surface. His tongue washed over him expertly before he felt the tip dip inside. "Oh," he moaned. The tongue went deeper and he pushed back. He was no virgin to having something in his rectum. He'd swiped Trish's toys often enough to keep it stretched. His favorite was the dildo she kept in the bathroom on the top shelf with her feminine products. It was larger then the one laying before him on the bed. About his size now that he thought about it.  

Mark's head spun with the things he heard h! er tell Aunt Connie. She'd fantasized of fucking him all these years, too. He gasped from the intense arousal knowing this caused coupled with the tongue in his ass. And damn, but it felt like heaven. His eyes fluttered with the emotions rushing around him.

 

She caressed his head. "I love you, baby."

 

She nibbled on his ear, then again whispered, "Relax, Paul's the best there is at preparing a virgin hole for his beautiful cock."

 

Turning his head toward her, he saw her smile up at the behind eating his ass. "Do you really eat Aunt Connie's pussy?"

 

"Yes, baby. Now, give him your full attention. I have my toys to tide me over until you're ready for me again."

 

"Always," he said.

 

"Me, too," she said so lovingly, and then kissed him before moving from them.

 

He lowered his forehead to rest on his thumbs, his eyes closed. The ! feel of the tongue was amazing, wet, soft and moved around touching him, firing him up. He felt himself move back and that must have been the signal Paul waited for. The sign he was ready for more.

 

"Ah," he said, when fingers were inserted to replace the tongue. How many, he couldn't tell, but it felt full and freaking awesome. Rocking back and forth, his hips were stilled with one hand.

 

"Easy, son, we have a long ways to go."

 

"Feels good. I can take more."

 

And more fingers were inserted, stretching him. The sting, the burn of him spreading his fingers, widening his entrance was nothing compared to the current running through his internal system. He quickened his thrusts on the fingers, but again, he was stopped. "I need more."

 

"Patience, son. It's coming."

 

"Oh, God," he said feeling tortured by the slowness of his preparation. He w! as never this nice to himself.

 

His panted ! as he fe lt the fingers go deeper inside him. He wiggled his hips needing more action. "More, more, more," he begged.

 

To answer his pleas, he felt something farther in his rectum then he'd ever been. Oh, my God! Did he have his hand all the way inside him? Cold liquid fell on his burning hole and was massaged around.

 

"Damn, Paul, that's hotter than hell," Trish said, her voice breathless from her own workout.

 

"He's tight, and by far the best virgin hole I'm had," Paul responded.

 

Mark's body shook from the praise. He needed action. When he tried, his reward was a a smack to his left butt cheek.

 

"Son, I understand you're anxious, but I'm in to my wrist and I don't want to hurt you."

 

"You won't. Fuck me," his own voice as breathless as Trish's.

 

Slowly, he felt the movement. "Yeah, that's it," he moaned. The! arm, the hand, it all felt so good. "Mmm…ahh…God, faster. I need it faster."

 

"Damn, kid."

 

He inhaled and exhaled as the thrusting came faster, harder. His head spun and he shut his eyes. It was so good. And then it stopped. Paul pulled his hand from him. "No!" He looked around at him. Relief washed over him as he saw him aiming the head of his cock toward his hole. He glanced at Trish to see if she was watching. She lay stretched out on her lounge, screwing herself with a vibrator, her free hand going back and forth between rubbing her breast and rolling the tip between her fingers. She watched them.   The head of the cock met his hole and was pushed against it. More lube was added and he pressed, pulled back and pressed forward, each time going a little bit further into him until he was broke through. He stilled. "Don't move, Mark. Let yourself adjust and relax."

 

Mark nodded, and breathed lik! e he did when he ran. He felt more lube massaged into him. The! fullnes s was heaven and he wanted to move, wanted to feel the cock slide in and out of him. He trembled and liquid warmth spread through him. His body relaxed. Slowly, strong hands moved his hips back and forth on the cock and he took over. The feelings of love at that moment left him speechless. He could feel the friction of the cock against his rectum and he wished he could see Paul's face, watch him as they became more than guardian and the son his dead friends.

 

Lips touched his back wiping the thought of his parents from his mind. "Oh, Mark, my dick feels at home inside you." He continued leaving little kisses as he moved at a comfortable, slow speed. An arm wrapped around his waist and fingers wrapped around his cock and tightened, but didn't jack him.

 

Looking down at the hand holding him, he relished in the knowledge that this was only the beginning. No more relying on porn and fantasies. He could fuck the people who raised him! . The people he loved.  

 

Mark rocked faster, Paul letting him set the pace. The cock didn't seem so monstrous now. It slid in and out like it was meant to. The sensations sparked fire and the flames drove him faster and faster. Hands held onto him and he heard the slapping of Paul's pelvis against him.

 

Closing his eyes, he pictured what they must look like, his father's face contorting with the rising need to come. The love of fucking his son for the first time driving him as his dick was swallowed and squeezed. The groans, moans spewing from him as his heavy breathing covered his back. He put more space between his knees as he noticed his arms were getting tired of holding him up.

 

As if he knew his problem, Paul pulled him up against his chest. "Feels so good, Paul."

 

"Amazingly good, son. I want you to watch me shoot my load into you."

 

"I want to watch you ! fuck me. Feel your cum shoot into me."

 

Th! eir mout hs met in an open kiss where their tongues tangled for awhile before he was told, "I'm going to leave you for a few seconds, but then I'm going to enter you fast and hard before you start to close up. Ready?"

 

"Yes. Do it."

 

Paul pulled from his ass, turned Mark on his back, drew his legs up on his shoulders and rammed into his ass. He waited, watching him. "It's good. Fuck me."

 

He withdrew some and shoved it back in. He did this a few times before picking up a steady rhythm. The feel was different, but good. Leaning up on bent elbows, he watched his body slap against him and the cock appear and disappear back in his ass. He looked up at the man who's seen spawned his desire to be screwed by him. He felt dizzy, his vision blurred and he fell back on the bed and grabbed his cock. Paul's face swam, but he saw the contorted look that said he was about to shoot. He grabbed my ankles and held my legs awa! y from him for leverage as he grunted with each deep penetration.

 

"Coming, Mark."

 

His eyes closed and he watched him as he jerked with each load. When he finished, there some disappointment when he realized he hadn't felt the hot liquid because he wore condom. He decided right then he didn't like condoms. He wasn't stupid though. The necessity was important. Still, he felt cheated.

 

"Ok, son."

 

"Yeah. No. I wanted to feel you shoot. Not into a condom."

 

Paul lowered his legs and lay over him, caressing his face. "I love you too much not to be protected." He ran his tongue over his lips.

 

Mark reached up and for the first time, touched his face, ran his fingers over his mouth. "Once, just once, I want to feel it." Shocked at the sting of tears rising behind his eyes, he closed them. "I need to know it all." Paul moved to his side and! took him in his arms, holding him. He could feel his heart be! ating an d moved to kiss the spot. "Please."

 

"Once. Only once. Only me." He caressed his back. "But not tonight. Trish is going to fix you a bath. When you've soaked, we'll get dinner out of the way, then we're all yours.

 

 

End of Part One

 

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