Give Gary "The Angel" [END].

Gary kneeled behind Ben's slumped naked form, his cock throbbing, still feeling the little pinch on his cock head from when it popped out through Ben's anus. His girlfriend's "kissing cousin" had just come big with Gary screwing him. Gary smiled. They were more than even, especially since Ben came on his cock. Earlier, when Ben was screwing Gary out in the van, neither had quite finished.

His dad Hank took his hands off Gary's hips, where he'd been guiding Gary's speed and rhythm, and gave him a pat on the lower back. Gary's knees trembled. "Great job, son," Hank said.

"God, that was beautiful, Gary," his mom said from beside him. He blinked and looked around. "Can I help you finish?" she asked him.

"O-OK," Gary said.

"How about we give him the Angel, hon?" Hank said. "We do it sometimes for new people at our parties, as a way to introduce them," he added to Gary.

"Yeah, that would be great!" Veevee said.

"W-what is it?" Gary asked.

"It's really easy," Hank said. "You stand up, lean your shoulders back against me and spread your arms out wide. I hold your wrists so you can tense up your arms and chest. Usually the ankles tied together, so you can tense your legs."

"O-OK," Gary said. They seemed to know what they were doing, and he was too dazed to object.

"Let's go over by Bernie," his mom said. "I'm sure she'll want to see, and maybe she'll want to help."

They crossed the room to where Bernie and Lillian lounged on the couch. Gary's slim blonde sister had pulled a light blanket over her, but Bernie's golden curves were still bare. She pushed back her curly dark hair as the others approached.

"You want your man back, Bernie hon?" Veevee asked. "Or shall we finish him off for you?"

Bernie thought about how often she and her mother Joyce masturbated together, how often Mom made her come. It was Gary's turn. "Make him come," she said firmly. "I want to see you make him come."

Hank stepped up behind him and raised his arms. "Lean your shoulders back, son," he said. Hank took the weight of his son's upper body, a tolerable burden since Gary still had the slim build of youth.

Veevee stooped and pinioned Gary's ankles with his belt. She rose and stepped back to admire the profile of his body, slim and straight, leaning back a little on top to make his erect penis stick out even more. His arms were wide, his wrists held in Hank's hands. Then she knelt on the carpet at his feet and took her son's erect cock in her hand for the first time. It twitched in her hand. It was warm and firm, and the skin was sticky and slippery in bits. Wasting no time, she gripped the shaft and started stroking, long strokes from under the head to his blond pubic hair. Gary's foreskin slipped on and off his cock head as she started, but his erection quickly hardened and the skin bunched up under the broad crown of his swollen cock head.

Gary tensed his arms and his legs against their restraints. The soft feminine hand on his dick stroked him closer and closer to coming. He felt his dad's hard cock prodding his butt as he held Gary's wrists and steadied his upper body from behind. His knees trembled. He opened his eyes to see his girlfriend gazing up from the couch, watching his face. His mom was jacking his cock, its swollen tip perilously close to her breasts, her breasts with their erect nipples. In a moment they'd be covered with his seed. His whole body was tense from the stretched-out, bent-back position. Even his skin felt tight. He was close, so close, he felt his cock twitching and swelling in his mom's hand. "Yes...." he moaned.

Then she stopped.

Gary whimpered. "No, don't stop, I'm so close!" He felt so tense, like a bent bow, a coiled spring. He twisted in his dad's grip. He pleaded, "Make me come, Mom, please make me come!"

Veevee looked to Bernie. Bernie looked up at Gary.

"Please, please," Gary begged. "I need to come! Tell Mom to make me come!"

Bernie nodded. "Okay," she said.

"All right, now, hon," Veevee said to Hank.

Hank shifted his weight and brought up one knee, pressing it into Gary's butt and bending him back just a little more to increase the tension.

"Give us a big one, baby," his mom said. She kneeled in front of him, her hands lifting her medium-sized breasts and holding their nipples together. "Come, come, come, you angel," she said, and tickled the underside of Gary's cock head with her erect nipples.

"Aaaaahhhh!" Gary cried. He exploded into orgasm, his cock jetting over Veevee's breasts and chin. His body bent and stretched, convulsing against his tense, restrained position, stabbing his cock between his mother's breasts, thumping into the silken skin over her heart and spurting seed there. He twisted and writhed until he broke free, his pinioned ankles tripping him so he fell down with his back on something soft and warm. Still coming, Gary's heels drummed into the carpet and his hips thrust forward, stabbing his still-shooting cock up into the air, then back, bumping his butt into what he realized was his girlfriend's soft belly. His spasms subsided, but his body still hummed, tight and sensitive.

"Let's get you untied right now," Veevee said. Gary's legs twitched as she freed his ankles. "Hmm, maybe you've got one more in there," she mused. She spread his knees gently and rubbed her fingertips across the root of his cock, under his balls.

"Aaah-AH!" Gary cried out as his mother tickled another shot out of his aching cock. She kissed his belly and rose from the couch, reaching toward Hank.

Gary lay in a daze, his cock stubbornly erect as his nerves sang and his body glowed. Bernie cradled his head and kissed him with her big, soft lips, shooting tingling sparks through his body. Her curly dark hair curtained away the world. Somewhere out there he could hear movement, voices, the rhythmic slap and squish of fucking. Mom and Dad? Yes, that was his mother's voice rising as she came, fast and hard, his dad following with a deep groan and a sigh.

Gradually he drifted off toward sleep, spooned behind his girlfriend's soft curves. Tomorrow would be a whole new world.