Wednesday

I’m making breakfast, and still can’t believe Toby and I slept together. It was our first time and it was wonderful. But what really shocked me and I know Toby was too, the fact Evie suggested it yesterday. Then she suggested I engage in a threesome with Toby and his father on Friday. To top that off, she said that we should abstain from sex until then as would Paul, starting today.

As I turned the bacon, I felt two arms encircle my waist. In a soft voice, Toby greeted me with, “Good morning, gorgeous,” and gently kissed my neck.

I turned and softly cradled his face in my hands, saying, “Good morning, my love,” before kissing him on the lips. “Now, please take a seat while I complete this.”

We sat down and enjoyed our scrambled eggs, bacon, toast, coffee, and orange juice. He insisted on tidying up while I went to get dressed.

Throughout the remainder of the day, we engaged in yard work and deepened our acquaintance. He informed me that the next day would be the graduation rehearsal and that he would be graduating with high honors on Saturday morning. His parents extended an invitation for me to attend. I inquired about his absence from prom, to which he replied that he had no interest since I was not permitted to go.

Later in the afternoon, we went out for pizza when my phone rang. It was Connor’s Funeral Home, notifying me that I could collect Derek’s ashes the next day. I sat there, with Toby observing, realizing he was truly gone. My love for Derek would endure.

“Is everything alright, Tori?” he asked, his tone filled with concern.

“There’s no need for concern; it was the funeral home. I can pick up Derek’s ashes tomorrow, and yes, I am fine.”

We had placed an order for a pizza to take away for Evie and Paul. Toby had made a call in advance to inform his mother. After Toby paid the bill, we proceeded to his residence. Upon our arrival, I received a warm welcome and was taken aback to see that Paul and Evie were dressed. They offered me a glass of wine, while Toby enjoyed a beer. The visit was brief, and before I departed, I told Toby that I wished to spend the evening alone. I said I was alright, and that I would see him and Paul on Friday. I gave him a kiss and returned home.

Thursday

I reached the funeral home at noon. I was dressed in my black attire and matching heels. The funeral director welcomed me and requested my driver’s license for verification. Subsequently, she provided me with a cremation certificate and informed me that the ashes were contained in a sealed plastic bag within the urn. She conveyed her condolences, and I drove to our cherished location along the coastline, pulling over into the viewing area. There, I sat and wept uncontrollably.

Upon returning home, I noticed that the grass had been mowed, and the weeds had been removed from the flower and plant beds. The pool was clean, and when I went to the shed, I was not surprised to see the Deere, with the tools organized and returned to their proper places. I entered through the French doors at the back and discovered a note on the kitchen table…

Tori,

Dinner is currently in the oven, being warmed, and the Riesling is chilling in the fridge. Enjoy your evening, and I look forward to seeing you tomorrow around noon.

With love, Toby

I opened the oven to find a chicken parmigiana accompanied by mostaccoli and bruschetta. I set the food on the table and reflected on how thoughtful it was of him to order this for me. I uncorked the wine, took a seat, and savored the meal. Subsequently, I chose to relax in the spa before ending the evening.

Friday

It was morning, and I had to prepare to visit Toby's. I took a shower to ensure I was thoroughly clean. I combed my hair and left it loose. I painted my fingernails and toenails white. Next, I applied Chanel No.5 body powder, dabbing a little in all the appropriate areas. Then, I added a touch of Chanel behind my ears. Following that, I put on the black thong bodysuit with long sleeves and a snap closure at the crotch.

I pulled the top down from my shoulders, ensuring that the upper part of my voluptuous breasts was visible while keeping my already aroused nipples concealed. The outfit was completed with a gray pleated micro mini skirt featuring a side zipper and CFM heels. I accessorized with some gold jewelry and was ready to go. It was five minutes to twelve o'clock when I took a bottle from my dresser and walked next door. I rang the doorbell, and moments later, the door opened. Toby stood there, smiling and wearing nothing at all.

“You looked absolutely stunning, Tori,” he remarked.

“Thank you, Toby. I could see that you are prepared for something,” I replied, glancing at his growing arousal.

I entered the room, and he shut the door, ensuring it was locked, as he said, “Can you blame me? Have you seen your reflection lately?”

“Indeed, I had. Just this morning, and I must admit, I looked drop-dead gorgeous and incredibly attractive,” I responded in a sultry yet playful tone.

We both chuckled, and then Toby gently kissed my lips before inquiring, “What was that you were holding?”

“A bottle of edible strawberry massage oil. By the way, how did graduation rehearsal go this morning?”

“It was fine. Would you be joining my parents and me for the ceremony tomorrow?”

“I wouldn’t miss it for anything in the world, darling.”

He then took my hand and guided me through the living room. We passed through the kitchen, exited through the French doors, and stepped onto the patio. Paul was seated on a kitchen chair, facing away from the table. He was also unclothed, displaying an impressive and gradually enlarging erection. In his hand, he held a glass of orange juice. As we approached, his eyes widened, and he scanned me from head to toe.

“Good afternoon, Tori. You looked absolutely stunning today.”

“Thank you, Paul. That was very kind of you to say.”

I approached, took the glass from his hand, and enjoyed a sip. “Mmm, mimosa. A delightful way to begin the day.” I then gently kissed his lips before stepping back.

I passed the glass to Toby, who glanced at his father, receiving a nod in response. He took a sip, and then I handed him the bottle of oil. He set them on the table and sat down next to Paul.

Positioned no more than five feet in front of them, I struck a pose. My left hand rested on my hip while I swayed my right hip to the side. My long blonde hair cascaded over my breasts and down my back.

In a sultry tone, I said, “Alright boys, no touching at any time unless I give permission. Sit back and enjoy the performance.”

I gently swayed my hips as the melody of 'Slow Ride' echoed in my mind. My hands traced the alluring contours of my breasts while I circled around father and son. As I passed behind, I delicately brushed their shoulders with my fingertips. Standing before them, I rolled my hips in a figure-eight motion, cupping and jiggling my breasts with my hands. I approached Toby, straddled his leg, and leaned forward to kiss his cheek before teasingly gliding my tongue away.

Paul observed as I rubbed my thigh against Toby’s leg before stepping back. Toby watched intently as I mirrored the movements on his father, then stepped back, turned, and pushed my backside out while lifting my skirt. I swayed and rotated my hips, pulling the skirt up to my waist. The thong nestled deeply between my buttocks as I returned to Paul and settled onto his lap.

“Hold my hips."

I felt his arousal press against my backside as I began to grind my hips.

“I’m going to come if you continue like this,” Paul groaned.

Rising from his lap, I turned and lightly brushed my hair across his face. Before moving to Toby, I instructed, "Undo the snap," guiding his strong hands between my legs. With the snap released, I felt a finger glide along my slit, briefly stimulating my clitoris.

“Now Paul, while that was pleasurable, exercise some patience,” I remarked in a soft, breathy tone.

He brought his slick finger to his lips, savoring my essence from the digit. I approached Toby, positioned myself between his parted legs, and leaned down. “Are you alright, my love?” I gently whispered into his ear.

He smiled as I swept my hair across his face and placed a tender kiss on his lips. Stepping back, I glided my hands along the contours of my sides, then over my breasts, teasingly revealing my nipples.

“Would you like to see more, boys?”

“YES!” They exclaimed in unison.

I turned my back to them and began to bump and grind. I lowered my top to my waist and slipped it off my arms. The boys caught a glimpse of my breasts as I sensually raised my arms, running my fingers through my hair to create a tousled appearance. I gathered my long locks and draped them over my shoulders while continuing to sway to the rhythm in my mind. Glancing over my shoulder, I flashed a playful smile as I slowly turned. To their disappointment, my breasts and nipples were only partially visible.

“Toby, would you be so kind as to retrieve one of the pillows from the day bed? Paul, please fetch the bottle of oil from the table and assist me with my skirt.”

I danced while they hurried to gather the items and returned promptly. I instructed Toby to place the pillow between the chairs on the stone floor. They resumed their seats as I danced my way up to Paul and turned to the side.

In my most girlish tone, I said, “Lower the zipper and take off my skirt, Daddy.”

Paul extended his hand, gradually unzipped the skirt, and let it slide down my legs. I stepped out of the skirt that had gathered around my feet and approached Toby.

Remaining in character, I instructed, “Lower my bodysuit and observe how aroused you both had made me.”

Toby inserted his fingers at the top, brushing against my nipples. A wave of pleasure coursed through me as he gently pulled the fabric down, revealing my curvaceous breasts. I glanced at Paul, whose eyes were wide and jaw dropped in astonishment at the sight. I swept my hair aside from my breasts and traced the contours with my fingertips.

With the bodysuit pooled around my feet, I stepped out and continued in character. “Daddy, please pass me the bottle of oil.”

I gracefully moved to the pillow, knelt down, and took the bottle from Paul. They observed as I poured oil over Paul’s cock and balls, followed by Toby’s. With my hands encircling two equally thick and lengthy cocks, I began to stroke the shafts slowly. During the upward stroke, my palms caressed the mushroom-shaped heads in a circular motion. The downward and upward strokes formed a corkscrew motion that gradually intensified in pressure and speed.

Their groans and moans had motivated me as I brought them to the brink of sweet release, only to deny them. The double hand job likely lasted a solid five minutes. Their breathing became rapid, and their eyes were intently fixed on my actions. My pussy was moist and tingling at the mere thought of both cocks penetrating me simultaneously.

“God, Tori, you are going to make me come soon,” Paul gasped between breaths.

In a sultry tone, I replied, “Boys, I am so wet and ready to be fucked.”

“Oh, babe, your hand feels incredible. I can’t hold on much longer,” Toby exclaimed, his shaft pulsating in my grip.

The look of disappointment on their faces prompted me to give them a mischievous smile. I tightened my grip on the two shafts, preventing them from reaching their climax.

“Let’s move this to the daybed, gentlemen.”

As my heels clicked on the stone floor, we made our way to the bed, with Paul holding the pillow. Standing at the foot of the bed, the guys positioned me between them. Toby stood behind me, his cock nestled in the crack of my ass, while Paul was in front of me, his cock pressed against me.

Paul's lips met mine, and as our kiss gradually transformed into one of fervor, Toby pressed his lips against my neck, moving up to my ear, where he sucked and then swirled his tongue around my earlobe. Their hips moved in sync, and I could feel the warmth of their hard cocks sliding up and down. I turned my head, kissing Toby as Paul lavished attention on my breasts. Several minutes went by, and I sensed that they were nearing their climax.

“Paul, get on the bed and lie on your back. Toby, grab the oil and position yourself behind me.”

In an instant, Paul was in place. I climbed up, maintaining a position on my hands and knees. Toby was right behind me, already applying oil to my back and butt. I felt the oil trickle down my ass crack as I leaned down and let saliva drip onto Paul's cock.

“Not the ass just yet, my love. I want that magnificent cock inside my pussy while I pleasure your father's.”

“Spit roast, Dad!” Toby exclaimed as he thrust deep, burying his cock balls deep in one swift motion.

At the same time, I took Paul's cock into my throat and sucked vigorously. The guys lasted no more than five minutes before I felt their cocks throb, releasing load after load of cum. While I lavished Paul's cock with my tongue, Toby was busy applying oil to my rosebud. I was not surprised to see that even after their climaxes, their cocks remained as hard as marble.

“Toby, apply some oil to your cock; I’m ready for the main event,” I stated, positioning myself over Paul’s hips and descending onto his erection.

“Oh Tori, your pussy feels incredibly tight,” Paul groaned.

“It’s your turn, tiger. Take it nice and slow,” I moaned as Toby’s cockhead penetrated my anal opening.

The three of us remained motionless, acclimating to the novel sensation of having two cocks within me. Undoubtedly, they were also adjusting to the feeling of each other’s members separated by the soft barrier of flesh.

“Oh, darling. Your backside was so tight,” Toby moaned as he gradually pushed his cock deeper inside.

When I felt his balls make contact with my rear, I thought I might faint from the overwhelming sensation of having two cocks.

“Tori, we will begin slowly at first. If you wish to stop, simply say the word. Toby, continue to apply oil to your cock and her backside.”

They commenced at a slow pace, and I did cry out in a mix of pain and pleasure. My words of encouragement motivated them, and soon they were thrusting into me with intensity and speed. Paul’s fingers and thumbs pinched, pulled, and twisted my erect nipples. Waves of pleasure and pain ignited every nerve ending. The sensation of having two cocks was extraordinary; I felt as though I had entered another realm. They established a rhythm, and we were all approaching a climactic release.

“YES, YES, YOU BOTH ARE GOING TO MAKE ME TO COME!” I exclaimed as the waves of orgasm coursed through my body.

They were not far behind; the feeling of two men releasing their loads inside me was exhilarating. Toby gradually pulled out, and I got off Paul. We both collapsed onto the bed, lying there for a while, catching our breath and gently caressing each other.

Once we had regained our composure, Paul proposed that we go inside, take a shower, and have something to eat. We did shower, but we never made it out of the bedroom. I found myself filled with Toby's cock inside my pussy. Paul generously applied lubricant to my rear and his cock before penetrating my back entrance. They brought me to two earth-shattering orgasms while restraining their own.

Just as they were nearing their climax, Toby instructed, “Pull out, Dad; let’s finish on her breasts.”

Paul withdrew, and I got off Toby. The three of us descended from the bed and I positioned myself on the floor between them. They stroked their impressive members and coated my breasts with their essence. I was about to savor and knead the thick pools of semen when we heard...

“Let me clean you up, Tori.”

Evie had returned from the beach and approached us, she and I shared the cum. After tidying up, she informed us that there was food warming in the oven. The four of us took a quick shower and then went downstairs to enjoy some Chinese cuisine. Later, Evie suggested that I go home, rest, and be ready by nine o'clock tomorrow morning. The graduation ceremony is at ten o'clock in the morning.

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