I was being ****d. But, then, I realized that my own cock was hard. As Brad fucked me, my cock rubbed against the sheets. And, worse, I felt myself be...ginning to build to an orgasm. I tried to will it away. I couldn't think of anything that would be more humiliating than cumming from Brad fucking me. But willing an orgasm away is about as successful as willing a hardon away.I felt Brad's lips, and then his teeth, on my neck. He was biting my neck. I don't think he was trying to cause me pain; it. After grabbing a tub of YK lubricant. He applied a small amount to the head of his cock, and daddy eased his way up the crack of my ass. For what ever reason I still was not afraid, I knew that daddy would take good care of me. As daddy tried to enter me again, it became very painfully clear that I was too small for daddy’s cock. He tried several times, but with no luck. Daddy was almost ready to give up, when I came up with the idea that I should get on top and work his cock into my asshole. I. You intertwine your fingers with mine and move my hand over your dick. Slow stroking, showing me just how you like it, where to squeeze, where to twist. Mouths open as we both pant a bit, you much more than I. Your hips writhe as you struggle to keep from flying off the handle, eyes boring into me, as you watch me study how you react to each motion of my hand. The forgotten book tossed to the side.Another breeze passes into the porch, and you almost growl. Leaning into me, your hand pulling my. "Do you think Aunt Charlotte heard us?" Not unless she was eavesdropping outside the room. You have to push both the 'talk' and 'lock' buttons on the panel. That's how I kept track of you last week." Oh. I guess we should get up and get ready for breakfast. Last one in the shower is a rotten egg."Since I was on top, I had an unfair advantage. I deliberately held back until I heard Stacie turn on the shower. On my way to the washroom, I saw something out of the corner of my eye. There was a red.