Chapter 120: LILY 005

I gulped him as best I could.

As I was doing so, I felt Eric's hand between my ass cheeks behind me. He had put an ample amount of cool lube on his fingers. He deftly drove what felt like his middle finger slowly up my ass.

My eyes and mouth both shot open. At this moment, either intentionally or by coincidence, John pushed his cock against the back of my throat. I gagged. John held me on him.

The shock and dull ache of Eric's finger invading me from behind made me take attention away from John. With his thick johnson in my mouth I looked up to him for comfort, although my mind was completely wrapped up in the sensation of what was going on in my ass behind me. I looked into John's eyes, pleading with him to help me. Although, of course, that look was all an act. I wanted nothing more than to be used and discarded by my father and brother-in-law.

As Eric slowly fucked my ass with his lubed up, long, thin middle finger, I saw John smiling down at me. Then, without a word, he pushed me down on his cock again. Then yanked me off of him, then down again. Roughly, he fucked me that way.

He must have enjoyed seeing me that way, because he picked up his velocity, fucking my face with his cock as if it were my pussy. It was only a few seconds before he began grunting as he froze, his hands firmly pressed against the back of my head, his erection pulsating in mouth, pumping shots of cum into my mouth.

He pulled out of me and squeezed my cheeks as he looked down at me, into my eyes.

"Swallow."

I'd never swallowed cum before. I hated it the taste of it

Again, he repeated, "Swallow, little girl. Swallow my cum into your belly."

Eric, for the first time, pulled his finger out of my ass, dripped lube down my ass crack, between my cheeks, and began fucking me from behind now with two fingers.

With my father-in-law's cum in my mouth, I moaned with both the pleasure and pain of having my backside delicately stretched.

I could've spit his cum out onto the floor. But I didn't. Looking into his eyes, my face in his hand, I gulped his seed down.

Victorious, he smiled down at me. "Good girl."

He left me, just as Eric put a toy up my ass. I shrieked. My body seized up in a defensive posture, as my ass instinctively squeezed down on the toy. Both John and Eric laughed.

Out of the corner of my eye, still down on my hands and knees, I saw John putting a condom on his spent yet rock-hard cock. Eric sat in a chair in the corner of room and watched as John fucked me from behind, the toy remaining fixed inside of me, buried deeply between my round butt cheeks.

Having already came in mouth, John was less sensitive and really fucked my pussy hard. He held me by the little bit of love handles around my sides as he pleasured me. He fucked me with complete disregard for my comfort level. He didn't care if I had an orgasm, or about my feelings in general. I felt like a prop, used for his enjoyment, which allowed me to lose all self-consciousness. I had never felt this way before. I loved being used this way.

Eric watched. He didn't watch his father's cock impaling me. He didn't look at my ass. He looked in my eyes, wanting to see what I was feeling. He liked watching me in battle. He liked seeing me struggle with the cock ramming me, it's girth stretching me, and the toy lodged up my backside. Feeling his eyes watching me during this debasement and humiliation turned me on. I had secretly fantasized about this sort of thing for years.

I arched my back as much as possible and spread my thighs wider. I wanted to become as submissive as I could, giving myself over to these men. I locked eyes with Eric as his father fucked me harder, pounding his hips against my ass, driving his tool in and out of my raw cunt.

"You're so sexy, baby," John said. "You've got such a tight little cunt. Such a hot ass."

As if to humiliate me further, Eric stood and removed his iPhone from his pocket. He began to slowly circle me, taking photos. I let my head fall down toward the floor, hiding my face. Eric walked around the space a few times, taking shots from various angles.

Eric grabbed the black wig, tightly fixed to my own hair, and pulled my head back to face him. I felt the wig loosen. He took a close up photo of my face while I was being fucked.

He continued taking the pictures of my face as his father continued to fuck me from behind. Eric unbuttoned his jeans in front of me. Still with his phone in his hand, the camera lens pointed at my face, he slid his dick into my open, waiting mouth. Still looking into his eyes, I didn't even see his manhood, yet it felt bigger than his father's. Certainly longer. Again, Eric enjoyed just resting his cock in my mouth, looking down at me accepting his penis, tasting him. After a minute, he began sliding in and out.

Both men were double teaming me now. This had never happened to me before. I'd only looked at photos of this sort of thing on the internet. Now, I'd no longer have to be jealous when I did so. I'd never experienced the sensation of one cock invading me from behind, and another in my mouth. It was overwhelming.

Eric continued to take photos. Soon enough, I felt and heard John have his second mini orgasm in back of me. This one was shorter, and he quickly pulled out, ripped the condom from his cock and discarded it on my back.

"Have fun with her. I'm going to get a drink and watch," John said as he left. Eric and I were alone.

"Do you like this? Are you OK?" Eric asked with his tool still in my mouth. It seems he, like my husband, was a more considerate lover than their father. I was a little let down. To be honest, I'd always had a little crush on Eric. He was more attractive than my own husband. Part of me will always wonder what would've happened if I would've met him before I met his brother

I nodded yes as I continued to suck Eric's cock. He withdrew from my mouth, not wanting to cum yet. He kissed me.

"Will you get on your back?" He asked.

"Will you push me on my back?" I asked him. I felt safe with Eric , and I wanted to see how far he'd go. Also, I wanted to speak to him to see if he was so aroused that he would pretend not to recognize my voice. There was a moment when I wasn't sure if by speaking I'd blown my cover. Eric looked at me.

He grabbed me around my tummy and flipped my sharply on my back, pulled his pants down around his ankles and pinned me on the ground like a wrestler. I struggled, just for the fun of it, and he held me down with his hands. There was no way I could escape, even if I wanted to. Fortunately, there was nowhere else I'd wanted to be.

He removed his shirt, exposing his magnificent chest and stomach. He was gorgeous. As he was putting his condom on, I took it away from him.

"Don't..." I said.

Eric was confused. He didn't want to fuck some random slut, bareback. I put him at ease.

"After all, we're family."