House of Cucks

As summer approached, you, Rupert and Joshie moved to Texas, accompanied by your transsexual mistresses. The girls wanted you close. So the three of you bought a small house, well across town from your dad's place.

"So how often do you suck her cock?" Carrie said, teasing you while your mouth slid up and down Karla's cock.

"As often as I can," you responded, blushing. "Sometimes multiple times a day."

"And how good is Joanie at sucking cock?" she asked Karla, who was lazily drinking a beer while you worked.

"Not bad. She needs more work. She might make a good wife one day," Karla said, gripping your long, silky dark locks with her fist.

"That a proposal?" Carrie asked.

"Maybe," Karla teased. She pulled out, using her free hand to jerk off, painting your face and lips with her seed. "She'd make a good one, with more training."

"I bet. Why don't you get cleaned up, Joanie. I need my nails done and a massage."