Reaping the benefits (Part 2)

It's been two months since I moved back home to the farm with dad, and we're sharing the same bed, along with other things. We share all the bills and the care of the land. Dad still has his garden and it always brings a smile to my face each time I think of how he got me to return home. 

Mr. Johnson lost his wife last month, and has been over for dinner with dad most nights, for a comforting chat and companionship; besides, we hate having dinner alone...it's after dinner and when dark comes that we want to be alone when we are both snuggled or loving in our big bed. Mr. Johnson had always been a close friend of the family, almost like another member of it, but tonight he was going to be closer, If I had my way.

Mr. Johnson was a wine maker by trade, and had some of the biggest hotels in town as his best customers. He had orchards of grapes, and always tending to them from sunrise to sundown. It seemed he never had a minute to stop and get a decent meal, so feeling sorry for him since loosing his wife; I invited him to supper with Dad and I. He gratefully accepted. He brought a bottle of his best white wine to dinner and we enjoyed it along with the chicken and vegetables from Dad's over abundant garden. Dad kissed me on the cheek and reached down and patted my rear as I cleaned the dishes from the table; as him and Mr. Johnson stepped out on the porch to enjoy the evening air, and I put the rest of the food away and started the dishes. Dad had a dishwasher put into the kitchen to make things easier, and I appreciated it as there seemed to be more than the usual the amount of dishes tonight. I was wearing a thin summer dress which hugged my breasts and waist tightly, and since Dad liked it, I never wore panties, unless we were going into town. Tonight was no exception. Dad came into the house to get him and Mr. Johnson a beer from the fridge and leaned into me, giving my neck a nuzzle, and pressing his erect cock deep into the folds of my rear. "MMMMMMMMM, he moaned, "God I love this ass!" "Dad, Mr. Johnson is right out front, he'll see you and can hear everything!" I replied. "Not like he doesn't hear us every night since you moved back home." He grinned. He took the two beers and two clean glasses and headed back to the porch. 'Does he have the same idea as I do?' I wondered. 'Is his tendencies swinging towards sharing me as I want it to?' I hoped to myself. Mr. Johnson was about the same age and build as dad, and if he was as well-endowed, I'd be in hog heaven, so to speak, if I could get him into "our" bed.

I stuck my head out on the front porch and told dad that I was going to go soak in a hot tub, as the day had been too warm and I needed a good soak before retiring. The two men told me to enjoy and I went back into the house. In the bathroom I collected my short satin gown and my soaking oils and started the water running into the bath. I was just starting to step into the hot bubbling water, when I heard a knock at the door. "Annie, may I use the facilities before you get into the tub?" Mr. Johnson asked. "Sure, just give me a few seconds to get my robe," I called back. Mr. Johnson opened the door before I completely closed my robe, and his eyes widened with embarassment as he caught a glimpse of my large breasts. "Excuse me, he said, "I thought you were ready." "It's ok," I motioned, "we ar e both adults here." I answered. I stepped out into the hallway and waiting pulling the door to as Mr. Johnson went to the bathroom. It was still ajar as he unzipped and exposed the biggest cock I had ever seen, even bigger than Dad's, enough to put a stallion to shame. 'This country air must have something to do with such well- endowed men I thought to myself,' and giggled. I knew I had to have Mr. Johnson along with Dad as lovers, or Uncle Ben as I commonly referred to him. "Sorry Annie," he said as he opened the door and allowed me entrance back into the bathroom. As he walked past me back out to the hallway I let my hand rub across his crotch as I reached for the doorhandle, and our eyes met, giving a knowing glace to one another. He quickly went back onto the porch with Dad while I returned to my bath and the oils I had poured into it.

I imagined 'Uncle Bob' with his horse-sized cock buried deep into me while I was in the tub and rubbed my clit and pussy as I soaked in the tub. Just before I rubbed myself into a gut renching orgasim, another knock on the door. "Who is it?", I angerily asked. "Just little ole me" Dad stuck his head in. "My turn to use the facilities." "Come ahead", I said, "We are quite familiar with one another" I teased. As he stood there and pissed a stream into the toilet, he turned his head and watched as I continued my assult on my throbbing clit. "Need some help there?" he asked. "Not until later," I lied. "Would you care to give your favorite 'guy' a little kiss before I put him away?" he asked. I quickly sat up in the tub and sunk him deep into my mouth, lavishing my tongue across the shaft and head. "Later, hon" he pulled away, "We have company," he reminded me. Again Mr. Johnson knocked on the door, "Beer always does this to me." he said. He only caught a glimpse as Dad pulled his cock from my mouth and stuck it back into his pants. "Oh, so sorry!" he said "I didn't realize!" He had an embarrassed look on his face, but one of amazment also. He thought that I had moved back home to help dad with the land. "Shall I pull the curtain?" I asked as Mr. Johnson moved to the toilet. "NO need," he said, and pulled out that pole and he proceeded to fill the toilet behind what dad deposited. "Isn't Mr. Johnson's cock a looker?", dad asked. "I don't know," I lied. "Bring it closer so I can get a better look." After finishing he turned and brought his cock towards my face as I reached up and lead it to my lusting lips. "GREAT GOD ALMIGHTY...." Mr. Johnson hissed as my mouth encircled the bulbous tip and long shaft, drawing it deep into my throat. "I knew she was a looker, but never imagined this, Charlie." he told Dad. He pressed his hands back into his hips and rocked his crotch forward sinking into my throat and rubbing his entire crotch into my nose. Dad in the meantime had pulled his cock back out into the open and was rubbing the shaft in time of my mouth drawing on Mr. Johnson's cock. I reached my hand up and pushed Dad's hand away and continued his assault on his cock, milking gobs of goo from the tip and then pouring it into my mouth after Mr. Johnson had emptied his balls into my throat. I gave each man a quick cum soaked kiss and then lead each one of them into the room by their throbbing cocks. 

I laid across the bed and held my hand out to each man, grasping their organs once again. "Who wants to be first?" I asked as I lead them close to me. "First? we are going to both take you on you hot vixen" Mr. Johnson said. "As long as it's ok with you Charlie?" "Be my guest," Dad said, "I have her every night!" Mr. Johnson crawled across me raking the tip of his wet cock across my thighs, and took position on the right side of me his cock laying between his legs from the expert sucking it had received earlier. "First we need to work on getting this guy back to a rigid state." he said "before I can enter that hotbox of your's." I turned and crawled down the bed to the foot grasping Mr. Johnson's cock between my hands as I could barely enclose it in one hand. I licked the tip and ran my tongue down under the head, to where the blood vessels came to a tip. I rubbed my tongue across the pee slit, and snaked the tip into the end. My hips were dancing in front of Dad's face and it didn't take him long to get my hint and bury his tongue deep into the folds of my pussy and play with my rear door muscle. He licked his finger and smeared the spittle around my hole before sinking it deep into it, like he knew I loved. This made me take Mr. Johnson deeper into my mouth and wiggling my ass lovingly against his fingers. He took the other hand and played with my "love button" as he watched as I sunk more and more of Mr. Johnson deeper into my mouth. I pulled my face from Mr. Johnson's crotch and dad removed his finger as they both proceeded to remove their clothes, so they would be completely nude as I was. 

I turned on the bed to see if dad was as erect as Mr. Johnson and sure enough he was! He became very turned on by seeing another man's cock deep in the mouth that he so loved being in. Mr. Johnson grabbed my hips and pulled me back towards his 'pole'. But first I wanted him to kiss my clit and lick my juices. He stuck his face between the folds of my ass, and licked as he sunk first one, then two fingers deep into my pussy. This pushed me down as I enclosed the tip of dad's cock inside my lips and he threw his head back as he always loved when I had my mouth wrapped around his cock and his seed was streaming down my throat. Mr. Johnson licked long enough to have my pussy dripping down the backs of my legs, and he rubbed this moisture onto the fisture of my ass. "Hold on little girl, as I'm sure you can see I'm bigger and thicker than your daddy!" Mr. Johnson grinned as he inserted first the end but then drove to the hilt as I was shoved onto Dad's cock to the balls. I pulled away from dad's cock, enough to gasp as I felt Mr. Johnson slide past my colon and deep into my rectum. I was truely filled to the hilt and loving every second of it. "I wish I could have you in my pussy while Mr. Johnson continues his assault on my ass," I whispered to dad. "Your every wish is my command", he kissed me back and motioned to Mr. Johnson a position change. 

Mr. Johnson took Dad's position at the foot of the bed as I turned and allowed him to sink back into my colon. Dad laid under me and held his shaft at the base as I lowered myself onto him. Now I was truely filled. Mr. Johnson's 'monster' was in my ass, and dad was buried into my pussy. It took a few seconds to adjust their thrusts, but I truely had 12 inches in my rear and dad's 9 inches up my pussy. I could feel both of them pulsing between the thin skin of my ass and tight pussy, but I wouldn't have traded the feelings that were serging through my bloodstream. My eyes were seeing stars as the two men rocked into me. Mr. Johnson had his hands on my hips and dad was giving my breasts a full workout, pulling and sucking on them while they kept shoving me fuller and fuller of thick cock. I was truly in heaven. "Do you want me to cum in your ass or in your mouth?" Mr. Johnson whispered as he felt that familiar tingle in his now sunk balls. "I want to drink your cum, and then drink dad's" I said. I pulled dad from my pussy, but only long enough to turn around again, and face Mr. Johnson with my mouth open as he shot stream after stream of burning cum into my mouth. "I can't wait!", dad yelled as he shot spunkload after spunkload into my well slammed pussy. I again scrabbled to dad's crotch as I caught his hot cum as it hit me on the chin and across my cheeks. I took my finger and scooped each pearly drop into my mouth, licking and sucking each finger, not missing a drop. Mr. Johnson sat on the end of the bed to catch his breath as Dad pulled me down for a kiss tasting Mr. Johnson's cum mixed with his own. Mr. Johnson found his pants and underwear and shirt, and pulled them back on, excusing himself to the bathroom again to urinate and wash off the remainders of our sex. Dad stood up and met Mr. Johnson in the hallway and shook his hand as he left the bathroom. "Thank you for your friendship and your hospitality, Charlie. You are a true friend." Mr. Johnson said. Dad returned to 'our' bed, as Mr. Johnson left out the front door and headed back towards his house, Dad gave me a kiss and whispered in my ear "You and Ben were really hot!" "Any chance for a repeat?" "I wouldn't have it any other way." I smiled. Dad and pulled him to me for another kiss until he resumed his erection which he knew I loved. "Next time it's at Mr. Johnson's house!"