Very Gentle

For a moment, Dad's hands grip my hips, and he waits until Mom's hips sway backward. He waits until only Mom's crown is in my mouth, then squeezes my hips. Mom hesitates ever so slightly. “Breathe in deep, now, faggot, and take my cock.”

I breathe in deeply as Dad commands, as Mom's cock slides back into my mouth. At the same time, Dad pushes himself in, and my hole stretches to accommodate. Even as much as he prepared me, it hurts. My eyes water, but Mom doesn't stop.

Dad doesn't stop, either. In sync, they push in slow, until I feel Mom's balls touch my lip, and Dad's balls touch my cheeks. I groan in pain and my tears wet Mom's hilt, but neither of my parents pulls back. Instead, they simply press against me.

My eyes flutter, watery, as I hear them kiss above me while I hold my breath. My throat stretched to conform to Mom, as Dad rests his hilt against my ass. I'm impaled on pillars of thick, hard meat. Mom coos, “Fuck, this faggot is wonderful ...”

My cheeks warm as Mom and Dad pull out slow, pausing for a heartbeat for some reason, before sliding back in. Dad's rod slides to the hilt easier than the first, but still slow, still gentle, using my body as a sleeve for both of their cocks, at once.

“That's it, faggot, take our cocks like you were made for it,” Dad encourages me, gripping my hips firmly, but gently, as he begins to ride me. Both of them sliding out, letting me get a deep breath then sliding back in, my own cock hard, ignored.

“Such a good fag,” Mom purrs in pleasure as her balls touch my lips again, before sliding back out of my throat and driving in again, unhesitating to the hilt. All I can do is take it, breathing out when Mom's hips sway backward, moaning for her.

“Deep breaths, slut,” Mom orders as her cock vacates my throat, “Breathe out when I withdraw. Moan on my cock as I'm pulling it out. Breathe out around my cock, breathe in once it's out of your throat. When my balls hit your chin, swallow.”

Mom doesn't give me a chance to respond before her cock is sliding back into my mouth and down my throat. All I can do is obey, now, breathing in until her thick cock obstructs my airways. I swallow, when her balls touch my chin, as I take it.

“Tighten your muscles on my cock, faggot,” Dad advises me, as his cock grinds across my prostate, “When my balls reach your ass, tighten. Squeeze your muscles around my cock, fag.” I moan softly on Mom's cock as my parents pull out slowly.

I breathe in as Mom told me, while her cock slides into me. When I feel Dad's hips against my ass and Mom's balls against my lips, I swallow, and tighten my muscles on Dad. He strokes my ass gently, caressing the cheeks, kneading the muscles.

“That's it, faggot, that's a good little whore,” Dad grunts his praise, riding me slow. “It's okay for you to enjoy it, too, fag.” As his cock grinds across my prostate with every motion, I have little choice but to moan as they ride me like the slut I am.

I love my parents, but I never imagined being used by them like this. Yet as my brain rewires while they fuck me, I start to realise there's no reason they shouldn't fuck me. Indeed, there's every reason the parents of a faggot should be using them.

For two hours, Mom and Dad pump into me in slow, disciplined, synchronous rhythm. They go so slow that my own cock's hardness never wanes, but I don't manage to cum, either. Finally, though, I feel them both starting to pulse inside of me.

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