Fuck the faggot?

Samuel stepped back to watch the show. Suddenly he felt a pair of slender arms around him: Nancy, her skin red hot with feverish arousal—when had she stripped naked? She grabbed his face and pulled him down until her lips could reach his, then kissed him, hard and passionate.

"Fuck him!" She whispered in between kisses, her breath hot against his cheek. "I want you to fuck him, fuck him good!"

Despite all that had happened already, he was taken aback. Really? his expression asked.

Something of his shock must've shown on his face, because she blushed... but she did not take back her plea—or was it a command? Instead, she traced a line down his cock with her index finger: he was growing hard again. Then she took hold of it and led him back by it until he stood just behind her brother's raised ass. Getting down to her knees, she crawled in front of Wesley, then **** him to bring his head up.

Wesley's eyes slowly regained their focus, and involuntarily moved down. A tremor went through him.

"You... you're naked!"

Nancy grinned. "So are you, Wes."

He—belatedly—turned his head away, but Nancy immediately brought it back. "You can look, I don't mind."

"But you're—"

"You know what I really want?" She asked, cutting off whatever objection he had been about to raise.

"Wh-what?"

She grinned wickedly. "I wanna see you get fucked."

Wesley twisted his head around, eyes meeting Samuel's, then moving down to rest on Samuel's erect fuck pole, ready as ever.

"N-no! It... It'll never fit."

"It'll fit, baby brother. Just let him work his magic. Hey. Hey, look at me!"

Wesley did.

"It'll feel sooo good."

"You... you've done it?"

"Mm-hm! It feels even better in my ass than in my pussy," she claimed boldly—though Samuel knew it for a lie.

"Really?"

"You're thinking about it, aren't you? Thinking about that fat dick pushing into your little hole."

"No!" He blurted out, blushing fiercely.

"Liar," she giggled.

"It'll hurt... won't it?"

"Only a little, and then... Ohhhh," she moaned exaggeratedly. "You just have to feel it, baby brother!"

Samuel, sensing a watershed moment had been reached, knelt behind Wesley. Bent over as he was, he could not help but present his little rosebud. It looked impossibly tight, and it was clearly virginal... but that only inflamed his desire to claim it as his own.

When Samuel placed his hands on Wesley's ass cheeks, Wesley twisted his head around and opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, Samuel leaned closer and in one fell swoop, drew his tongue from the boy's perineum, across his tight asshole, up through his crack.

"Ahhh...! What are you—" Whatever Wesley had been about to say, it morphed into a half-moaned gasp.

"See?" Nancy said. "Doesn't it feel amazing?"

"Nnn..." Wesley moaned. "It... It's so dirty! Oh, God...!"

"Just enjoy it, Wes, enjoy having your ass licked like a dirty little faggot!"

Samuel focusing on the tight little star now, soaking it in his spit. He didn't mind the taste as much as he'd expected. Yes, there was a bitter edge to it, but Wesley smelled and tasted surprisingly clean, fresh even.

And all the while, Nancy continued feeding Wesley feeding filth, promising him how good it'd feel to get fucked, calling him faggot and gay-boy, cock-sleeve and bitch, filling his mind with images of depravity.

"Nnnahh... Ohhh..." Wesley panted, fully wrapped up in it now. "D-don't stop...!"

Samuel didn't. He pulled Wesley's cheeks further apart, providing him better access to the glistening little hole, and pushed his tongue against it. He licked and probed his teen poop chute for several minutes as the boy's moans grew ever deeper. Then he drew back, spat against the hole, coated his index finger in a generous helping of spit, and placed the tip against the tight little rosebud.

"W-wait, what are—"

In one smooth motion, he shoved it inside. He'd prepared the hole well and it slipped in with surprising ease. The sudden intrusion barely gave Wesley pause, so Samuel plunged deeper, all the way to the third knuckle.

"Ahhh!" Wesley groaned.

Nancy's own expression revealed her amazement. When Samuel had first put something up her ass, she'd had to blink away tears for several minutes before she could relax, but Wesley almost took it in his stride.

"How does it feel?" She asked breathlessly.

"F-feels weird," her brother said. "So full..."

Samuel slowly began sawing in and out of the clasping hole, pulling back until only his fingertip was still inside, then all the way back in. Wesley groaned softly with every twitch of his finger, but over the course of several minutes, his rear hole slowly loosened, and his groans of discomfort changed into moans of pleasure.

"He's going to put a second finger in now, OK?" Nancy told him.

Samuel was happy to oblige. The second finger was harder to fit in the tight hole, and Wesley's groans started anew. Nancy distracted him, promising him untold pleasures if he just relaxed. And slowly, he did. Samuel felt the powerful muscle give way, slowly but surely.

"Doesn't it feel amazing, Wes?" Nancy asked.

Wesley response was immediate. "Yeahhh... F-feels good. So deep...!"

"He can go deeper, you know. You want it deeper, don't you?"

"Mmmm... Yes!"

"The first time he fucked my ass... Oh, I almost fainted!"

Not a lie, that. She'd gone white as a sheet and Wesley had even briefly feared he'd have to take her to the hospital.

Nancy leaned in, bringing her face to within an inch of her brother's. Her cheeks were flush with obvious excitement.

"You want it, don't you?" She whispered. "You want him to fuck your ass."

"I... I don't know..."

"You've wanted it since the moment you saw his cock, haven't you? Don't you want to know what it'll be like? Feeling a big fat cock pushing up your asshole?"

Wesley moaned.

"Admit it, Wes. Say you want to be fucked like a little bitch. Say you want your asshole stretched wide open. Say you want his thick cum up your poop chute. Admit it!"