Have a threesome

“It's okay with me,” I say, surprising even myself at how candid I am in this situation.

“That's great, beautiful,” Steve says, lifting me up onto the bed. He looks up to his father and asks, “You going to join in?”

“Maybe after I shower,” his father says. He promptly leaves the room, closing the door behind him.

As I'm seated on the bed, Steve gets to his feet, discarding his pants and his shirt, making himself equal to me in nakedness. He lowers to his knees and spreads my legs, diving in head-first onto my sex. “Oh shit!” I exclaim, maybe even scream, when his lips and tongue come into contact with my pussy lips. I try to alleviate the sexual pressure by squeezing one of my breasts, but it doesn't help. All I can do is ride the sensations, biting my lip in the process.

“Damn, girl, you taste real good down here,” he comments, not stopping in his service. Steve mouths the whole organ, sucking on it. The sensations are different when he licks up and down the folds. The feeling is much different when he inserts a finger inside. Everything is causing me to moan, hiss and scream, in random orders and sequences. I cannot believe how sensitive my pussy is and it's making me go crazy. When Steve's father enters in the same degree of nudity, I feel like I am drunk, but not on ****. I am drunk on the chemical reactions happening in this room.

Steve's father's cock is already erect and standing at attention. I cannot seem to take my eyes off of his member, even as it nears me at the side of the bed. My voice asks the man who owns the phallic rod in a playful tone. It sounds like this moment is turning me into a bimbo, but I know that I didn't purchase any such Flavor for my Basics. “Excuse me, Mister. Is that cock for me?” I ask, adding a bit of vocal fry in my query.

Steve's father only smiles as he grasps his cock, keeping my mouth from encapsulating it too soon. “Call me Nathan, Miss Charlene,” he tells me, placing a gentle hand on the side of my head. “I also accept Sir, if you care for formality.”

“May I suck your cock, Mr. Nathan?” I ask in the same playful voice.

“You may, but first, why don't you give me a kiss?” Nathan suggests and without getting express permission, lowers his head and connects my lips with his. I can smell beer on his breath, but not in the same intensity as his son. I moan when he disconnects his lips, placing his mouth on my nipples. He then stands to present his member to me.

My hands are too busy keeping myself upright, so I open my mouth wide to accommodate Nathan's penis. I am able to insert it only up to my tonsils and then I bob my head back and forth along his shaft, licking with a ferocious tongue all across his member. Meanwhile, Steve has leveled up my arousal by inserting two fingers instead of one and pinpointing his mouth on a very sensitive area of my pussy. I figure that has got to be my clitoris, a region that has been a mystery ever since I found out about sex.

Nathan has quite the same mannerisms as his son when it comes to having his dick sucked. I notice he likes to have a hand on my head at all times, caressing my hair in the process. He challenges my gag reflex by pushing down, keeping my mouth full of his cock and slowly creeping millimeter by millimeter past my tonsils. The first time he keeps me there for a single second. The next, two seconds, the next after that, three seconds. He immediately pulls out when I am near tapping out and his encouraging words help me to challenge myself.

“That's a good girl, Charlene,” he says in a breathy voice. “You are doing so great. Keep going.” Before long, he has ceased in challenging my gag reflex when I begin doing it out of my own free will. Yes, I have to hold my breath in doing so, but when my air is cut off for that brief moment, there is a thrill that awakes within me, something that could only be unlocked with practice and trial and error. “You look so happy, Charlene.” I guess I am.

Steve withdraws from my crotch and his face comes close to mine. I pull off of Nathan's cock to kiss him as he caresses my breasts and runs his hands all over my body. I taste a sweetness on his lips and I savor it, ultimately finding the source of the sweetness to be from my own vagina. “Alright, time has come, Miss Charlene. I'm gonna unwrap my present now,” Steve says, his hands grabbing my hips and positioning my pelvis on the side of the bed.