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The Slut Diaries
Entry Two
by Kirk
The following story is a work of fiction and intended for ADULTS ONLY.
If you are not an adult or if descriptions of explicit sex offend you,
please read no further.
This is a copyrighted work. ?Copyright 2010 by Kirk. Reposting or any
other use of this work is strictly prohibited without the express, written
permission of the copyright holder.
DISCLAIMER:
All characters are fictitious. Any resemblance to anyone either alive
or dead is purely coincidental.
Comments and constructive criticism are always welcome.
Email to "Kirk" "mailto:mobiguard-asstr@yahoo.com"
Website: "http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Kirk/www"
This story is a continuation of "Marlene's Story" which is posted in
five parts on this website ("http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Kirk/www"). If you haven't
read that story yet, I would suggest reading it first since it provides
much of the background for this story.
March 5, 2010
It has been so hectic. I don't know where to begin. I know that this
was supposed to be a journal of my adventures since I left my position as
an executive secretary, but I've had no time to write until now. I think I
was being a little bit too ambitious, thinking that I could write on a
daily basis. Periodic updates are more realistic as long as I remember to
write while events are still fresh in my mind.
So much has happened since January that I hardly know where to start.
The videos and pictures of me with the snakes were a big hit. Gary
released them over a period of three weeks and had the members begging for
more. Membership increased dramatically during that period of time so that
now my web franchise is bringing in well over $100,000 a month. I find
that hard to believe, but he says that since my website is available
worldwide that we haven't even started to tap its potential.
Gary has a marketing team working on creative projects for me that will
increase membership even more. I can't imagine what they have planned in
the months to come. I've been so busy already since I last wrote.
I probably should tell you about some of the physical problems I've been
experiencing. It's all well and good that you like to look at and feel my
massive tits, but it comes at a price. I have to carry that weight around
day and night, and that's no easy feat. My tits are full and firm and hang
down almost to my navel. With every step I take, I can feel the full
weight of those massive orbs especially when they are fully freighted with
milk. There's no getting away from it. The girls are with me day and
night.
Mary who was hired to be my personal assistant further complicates the
situation. She's obsessed with my tits, and most of the time, her mouth is
wrapped around my nipples sucking avariciously. I seldom need to use the
breast pump anymore because she is constantly draining my milk. There are
times when she will totally suck me dry but still continue to suck on my
nipples. I probably shouldn't complain and for the most part, I don't. I
love the attention and the only thing better than having my tits or my
pussy sucked, is having a fat stiff cock buried down my throat.
Unfortunately, she is sending the wrong signals and my body is
responding. My 34 G's are now 34 GG. I can't support any more weight. I
am suffering excruciating backaches caused by the massive size of my tits.
I can't afford to let them get any larger. I expressed my concerns to
Arlene.
Arlene took matters into her own hands and hired a massage therapist for
me and also a personal trainer. I've been working on a regimen of
exercises designed to strengthen my back muscles so that I can better carry
the weight. That's all well and good. I do need to be able to support the
weight of my tits but it doesn't address the other problem... any further
breast augmentation.
I spoke to Mary today concerning the matter.
"Mary, things are getting out of hand, and you need to control
yourself."
"I'm sorry, Ms. Catalano. I don't know what comes over me. Your milk
is so sweet, and I can't seem to get enough of it," Mary said as she ran
her index finger playfully around my nipples sending chills up and down my
spine. "I just love your big tits so much."
She lowered her head and engulfed my left nipple drawing it into her
mouth and sucking hard on it. At the same time her other hand traveled
downward over my belly seeking out my clit that was throbbing with
anticipation.
"Just be careful," I replied weakly.
I gave into the lust that was consuming me and held her head to my tit
as she sucked the milk out of it. Why was I so easy? It didn't take much
to get me aroused, and then I found it almost impossible to say no.
By now her hand was separating my labia as she teased me, carefully
avoiding my hard, throbbing clit. She knew what I wanted but refused to
give it to me. She became more aggressive as she moved me over to the bed.
I fell backwards, my head hitting the pillow as she followed with her mouth
still attached to my nipple. She worked her hand into my steaming cunt
igniting the fires that were soon burning out of control within me. I was
so damn easy as I let her continue to drain the milk from my engorged tits.
It wasn't long before my tits were sucked dry, but Mary continued to
pull and tug on my sore nipples with her teeth. She changed positions,
pressing her knee up against my spasming cunt and pushed my mammoth tits
together as she continued to suck hungrily on them, first my right one and
then my left one, alternating back and forth.
I groaned like a slut, knowing that she was doing exactly what I told
her not to do. She ignored me. She didn't care how I felt. She was
purposely defying me, but why?
"No, Mary, please stop it! You've already drained them!" I moaned
weakly.
But my pleas fell upon deaf ears as she refused to stop sucking my long,
hard nipples. She was like a succubus feeding upon me. Another half hour
passed before she relented and stopped sucking on my sensitive nubs. All
this time she kept me on the edge so close to an orgasm but never quite
close enough. She flicked my clit with her index finger, and I exploded.
"Aaaaaaggggghhhhh!" I screamed as my orgasm ripped through me.
I withered on the bed like a fish out of water as she rose with a smile
on her face.
"I'm so sorry, Ms. Catalano," she said innocently as she walked into
the bathroom.
Once I had settled down, I decided to see Arlene and Gary regarding
Mary's insubordination. They needed to make her toe the line or get rid of
her. After all I was their only means of support now that Arlene sold her
practice. Without me there would be no web franchise that generated
$100,000 a month. In was in their best interests to keep me happy and
right now Mary's actions were very unsettling, but I was powerless to do
anything about it. Once she got me aroused, I was putty in her hands; and
she knew it.
"Gary, you need to speak with Mary," I said.
"What's the problem, Mo?" he asked.
"She won't listen to me. She's sucking my tits dry," I replied.
"What's wrong with that? Would you rather use the breast pump?" he
asked.
"I don't mind that she expresses my milk, but after they're drained, she
won't stop," I explained.
"Of course, we'll talk to her, but right now we have something to tell
you, Marlene," Arlene said excitedly, changing the subject.
"Yes, we have good news," Gary added.
"What is it?" I asked somewhat irritated that they took my concerns so
lightly.
"We're going to get married next month, Marlene," Arlene said, walking
over to me excitedly.
"That's wonderful!" I explained, hugging her.
I knew they planned on getting married, but I never expected it so soon.
"I want you to be my maid of honor!" Arlene said.
"Really?" I said surprised.
"Yes, it would mean so much to me," she said warmly.
"I would love to," I replied, forgetting for the time being about my own
problems.
All this was happening so fast. It was a good thing that I was on
speaking terms with my mother, or their wedding would be very awkward for
me. Gary talked to her and for the most part made light of my mother's
concerns about my breast augmentation.
"Mom, she's 40 years old. If she's happy with the way she looks, what's
wrong with that? I think it's great!" Gary told her.
"Do you really think so, Gary?" My mother questioned.
"It's her body, mom. If she feels good about herself, that's all that
really matters,"
"Yes, I suppose you're right. I shouldn't be so critical," she said.
My mother was convinced. These were words of wisdom from her dear son
who could do no wrong. If he had no problem with my transformation, then
why should she?
It was after my brother had this discussion with her that she reconciled
with me and admitted that she might have been a little harsh. She even
complimented me on how nice I looked and was glad that Gary and I were
getting along so well. She especially liked the idea that we were sharing
a house. Nothing made her happier than to see her children getting along.
It's just too bad she has no idea what he did to me for so many years.
Although I still think she knows but is in denial. It would kill her if
she knew how I was gaining fame and notoriety on the Internet thanks to her
son.
Anyway it no longer mattered. Mother was happy, and I wouldn't have to
feel awkward walking down the aisle at my brother's wedding.
Arlene's wedding gown was absolutely gorgeous. It had a sweetheart
strapless bodice with gorgeous lace detail over the bodice that continued
down to the hip. The skirt, solid satin, was a full ball gown that
continued in the back extending into a cathedral length train with satin
covered buttons to the hem and a corset back. I just loved it.
"What do you have in mind for the bridesmaids?" I asked.
"I was thinking of a mauve for the three bridesmaids and red for you,"
Arlene replied.
"Really?" I asked. "Do you think red is appropriate?"
"Well you are the maid of honor, and your dress should be different from
the bridesmaids," she added.
"Yes, of course, I just thought that red was kind of dramatic," I added.
"Mo, can you think of a better color for you?" she asked.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"I picked red for you, silly," she said.
"You did?" I replied.
"Yes, slut red!" she explained. "You are a slut, and this is just
another way for you to celebrate. Just imagine what you'll look like
walking down the aisle!"
Maybe I was missing something here. I understand that the color red is
the color most commonly associated with a slut, but how would walking down
the aisle dressed in red help me to celebrate my sluttiness? I thought
this day was to celebrate her marriage to my brother.
"I don't understand, Arlene?" I said.
"Think of it as an opportunity to strut your stuff. Here's a chance for
you to show our family and closest friends the real you. After all a large
segment of the Internet community has already seen all of you in some very
intimate and sexual encounters. Maybe you'll better understand once you
see your dress," she added.
I think I was beginning to get the idea. The fact that the entire
Internet community knew me as Marlene the slut wasn't enough. Both Arlene
and my brother were going to make sure that the people closest to me also
knew that I was a slut, and I don't know how I feel about that. Strangers
were one thing, but this was my family!
I was confused. I was proud and at peace with myself, and if that was
really how I felt, then it shouldn't make any difference who knew. I was
tired of pretending to be something that I wasn't. My family would either
accept me or reject me. It didn't really matter. I had to accept the
consequences of being a nasty slut even if it meant alienating my family.
"When will we go shopping for my dress?" I asked.
"I already have it, silly. It was custom made. You're going to love
it," Arlene said.
She took me by the hand and led me upstairs to her suite. I was truly
surprised that she already had my dress for the wedding. They must have
had this wedding planned for quite some time. She went into her walk-in
closet and soon returned with the dress.
My jaw dropped open. I've seen and experienced so much over the past
year. I didn't think there was anything that could shock me, but I was
wrong. Did she really expect me to wear that at her wedding? Did she
really expect me to walk down the aisle dressed like that in front of my
friends and family?
"Arlene, you can't be serious," I protested.
"I'm very serious, Mo. Try it on," she replied, handing it to me.
There really wasn't much to try on. Fashion designers say that fit is
everything. Well this dress was skin tight and ended well above the knees
barely covering my pussy. The top of the dress wasn't much better. It
consisted of two rather narrow strips of cloth that tied around my neck,
exposing a massive amount of cleavage and leaving my back totally bare.
Once I put on the red seven inch stiletto heels, I felt so naked.
"I can't wear this to your wedding!" I protested as I looked at myself
in the mirror.
I looked damn good, but my tits were practically spilling out of the two
thin pieces of material that covered them, and my nipples were straining
against the clinging material. Those babies would sway back and forth as I
walked down the aisle in seven inch heels that had me practically walking
on my toes.
"Walk towards the mirror," Arlene whispered in my ear.
I slowly walked towards the mirror that practically covered the wall,
mesmerized at how my tits bounced up and down with every step I took. All
eyes would be on me, not the bride.
"God, Arlene, I feel so exposed," I complained.
"And what's wrong with that! I thought you liked to be exposed," she
retorted.
"I do, but this is your wedding! This is your special day!" I
exclaimed.
"Nonsense! This is what I want. Don't you want me to be happy on my
wedding day?" she asked as she stood behind me while reaching around to
massage my tits.
I was like putty in her hands as her lips trailed kissed up and down my
neck.
"Ohhhhhhhhh!" I moaned. My clit stood at attention.
"Gary and I both want you to be an integral part of everything that goes
on in our lives," she whispered in my ear as her fingers manipulated my
hard, throbbing nipples.
I never seemed to get enough. My nipples were like triggers that set me
off, getting me highly aroused in no time at all. I was always in heat and
never sated. The more sex I got the more that I needed. I was once again
thinking with my cunt and shitting out everything else.
"Yes!" I hissed.
"I know for a fact that he wants you at his bachelor party," she added
as her tongue dove into my ear.
"Oh God!" I moaned.
I knew what that meant. I knew that I would be the night's
entertainment for all of his sick and perverted friends from high school. I
knew that all his friends would humiliate and degrade me. This very
thought got me wetter and wetter.
_________________________________________
The next few weeks were a whirlwind of activity. I never had a spare
moment to myself. That's another reason why I didn't write. Between the
photo and video shoots for the website and the wedding, I was busy every
moment.
As the plans for my brother's wedding were revealed, it became quite
clear that everyone, and I mean everyone, I knew and loved would know
exactly what a slut I was. At first this bothered me knowing that every
member of my family would see me differently, but my thinking began to
slowly change. I needed to take a stand and be proud of what I had
accomplished. I no longer would hide behind a veneer of respectability
pretending to be someone I wasn't.
I was determined to follow through with this, but it wasn't going to be
easy. Let's face it, my mother, aunts, uncles, and even my cousins would
know that I was engaged in all kinds of illicit sexual activity. They
would also see the physical changes in my appearance and demeanor. The
wedding not only celebrated the union of Gary and Arlene but also was
designed as a coming out party for me. I was being manipulated and used,
but I also knew that I was powerless to do anything about it. Deep inside
I wanted them to abase me.
Gary's bachelor party was a perfect example. It was held in the
penthouse suite of the Regency Hotel on Friday, May 21, 2010, nothing but
the finest for my brother, and why not? He was extremely wealthy from the
money he made off my website. As my notoriety increased, his bank account
grew proportionately. I remember that night so well.
"This will be a bachelor party to rival all others," he said as we drove
to the Regency.
"Who did you invite?" I asked apprehensively.
"Who didn't I invite?" he replied, laughing.
"Gary, it's only your friends, right?" I asked.
"Wrong!" he said emphatically.
"Gary, you didn't invite family members, did you?" I asked, fearing the
worst.
"Mo, let's be realistic. Who is in the wedding party?"
"I know who's in the wedding party. Are you trying to tell me that our
brother-in-law Jim will be there?" I asked, already knowing the answer.
"Yes, of course, and your nephews Mark and Stephen," he added with a
chuckle.
"How could you?" I asked, knowing full well what his response would be.
I felt that I needed to at least put up some form of protest.
"It's a bachelor party. How could I possibly exclude them?" he
retorted.
"Then get someone else to entertain your buddies tonight," I replied
weakly.
"Not a chance, Mo. This will be a night to remember for everyone," he
chuckled.
"And if I refuse?" I challenged him.
"I don't think you're that foolish, sis. You've got it too good," he
said.
He was right. I couldn't ask for a better arrangement. Besides I
resolved to be myself. I wouldn't be a hypocrite, but, knowing that my
family was attending this stag party, didn't make it any easier or less
humiliating for me. What would they think? Would they leave in disgust?
Would they ever associate with me again? If I wanted to keep my
self-respect, I had to take these risks. I grew wet just thinking about
it. What if my nephew wanted to fuck me?
"I do like my life," I said, coming out of my reverie.
"Yes, it's quite obvious that all of the sex agrees with you, and I
would like to think I had a small part in helping you reach your full
potential," he smiled.
"Oh, dear brother, you played a very large part in my development," I
assured him as I reached over and squeezed his cock through his slacks, and
I meant that in more ways than one.
His look of approval told me all that I needed to know.
"Yes, we have quite a long history together, don't we, sis?" he smirked.
"Yes, quite long," I replied as I felt the hardness of my nipples poking
through the thin fabric of my top. I could still remember the first time
my eyes gazed upon his cock and the magic of that moment as I watched it
grow long and hard before my eyes. I was hooked from that moment on. My
love for cock was born at that moment in time. I both hated him and loved
him for destroying my innocence.
"So do you know what you're doing tonight?" Gary asked as I began to
salivate just thinking about a good hard cock.
I had to laugh. Did I know what I was doing? What a dumb ass question
was that. Of course I knew what I was doing! I was entertaining his
friends. I would be the object of their lust for the evening.
We arrived at the Regency and took the elevator to the top floor. After
entering the suite he directed me to a small room to the right.
"Wait here for me. I'll let you know when to make your entrance," he
said.
"Ok," I replied as he closed the door.
Gary was big on tradition, and for his bachelor party he wanted me to
start out with an old-fashioned striptease. He even arranged for the band
to play "The Stripper." If that's all I had to do, it would be an easy
night for me. Unfortunately I suspected that my brother had other plans.
He always did have a flare for the dramatic. Tonight was no exception as
he refused to divulge to me the rest of his plans for the evening.
I could hear voices coming from the other room. It sounded like a lot
of guys were helping my brother celebrate his last night of freedom. It
was then that I heard the mike being tapped and someone talking. It was
Gary's best friend, Matt. This is the one person I loathed. He was crude
and didn't have a decent bone in his body. What did Gary see in him? He
was such a good friend that Gary shared me with him the night he took my
virginity. Not only was it the night I lost my virginity, but it was also
my first double penetration.
"All right, guys, this is it!" I heard Matt addressing the group.
"We're all here to honor our good friend, Gary Barnes, who after tonight
won't be a free man."
"Gary! Gary! Gary!" the group chanted.
"Listen up!" Matt continued. "We're here to make sure he enjoys his
last night of freedom. Are you all ready to party?"
The group went wild as they cheered. God and to think I would be
entertaining this wild group in only a few minutes. If they were this
worked up so early in the evening, what would they be like after they got a
good look at me?
"We have something very special planned for you," Matt continued. "All
of you received the web address to the hottest porn site on the Internet,
and thanks to Gary you were all given three days of free access to see why
everyone is talking about this site."
"Oh yeah, she's so fucking hot!" one guy yelled out.
"She sure is! Isn't that Gary's little sister?" one of the guys yelled
out.
"You bet your ass it is, but she ain't little," Matt replied. "And
she's here tonight to entertain you."
A roar went up from the half-drunk group of guys as they hollered and
cheered.
"All right!"
"Gary's the man!"
"Where is she?"
"Don't worry. You'll see her soon enough and I mean see her!" Matt
laughed.
"Bring her on!" yelled one of the more enthusiastic guests.
"Do you guys really want her?" Matt challenged.
The crowd voiced their approval.
"I don't think so. I need to really hear that you want her!"
"Bring on the slut!"
"Yeah, enough talk!"
The group grew rowdier as they stomped their feet and clapped their
hands.
"Now that's more like it!" Matt yelled. "Lower the lights and let the
show begin."
As the lights dimmed, the band started playing "The Stripper."
Gary entered the room.
"It's time. Your fans await you," he snickered.
I felt so turned on and apprehensive at the same time as I followed him
up onto the makeshift stage, apprehensive because I knew that some of my
family members were in the audience and turned on because my cunt tingled
at the possibilities.
I was dressed provocatively but very little of my body was revealed.
Gary selected my outfit for the strip tease, and he intended on teasing his
guests. I was wearing a gray business suit, which consisted of a short
skirt, a jacket, and a white silk blouse. My legs looked especially
enticing with the six inch black stiletto heels that I was wearing.
"Dad, is that really Aunt Mo?" Mark asked his father.
Mark was my youngest nephew. He was nineteen years old. I hadn't seen
him in several years, but there was no doubt that it was him standing there
in the front row with his father and his older brother. I could overhear
them speaking.
"Yes, it is, Mark. Maybe we should leave. I had no..."
"Are you crazy?" Mark cut him off. "Leave! I'm not going anywhere."
"Yeah, dad, no way! Look at her!" Stephen, my other nephew added.
"I know, but she's your aunt," my brother-in-law protested.
"So what? No one's forcing her to do this," Mark replied.
"That's right, dad. Besides I want to see those huge tits!" Stephen
added.
"She must have known that this was a bachelor party, and that we were
going to be here," Mark added, trying to appease his father.
"I suppose you're right," Jim relented.
I felt so embarrassed strutting around on stage while my family talked
about me like that, but at the same time my nipples grew hard and throbbed
horribly. I know it was wrong to continue like this in front of my
nephews, but I couldn't help myself. I saw the lust burning in their eyes
as they ogled me up and down. They never looked at me like that before. I
was always just Aunt Mo to them. Why, I can remember changing their
diapers when they were just babies but that seemed so long ago as I stood
here on the stage gyrating.
The crowd grew anxious as I slowly unbuttoned my jacket and let it slip
off my shoulders and onto the floor. I continued to dance as the beat of
the music droned on.
"Come on, baby, show us those tits!" Some guy from the back of the room
yelled.
I smiled out at all the gawkers and licked my lips as I unbuttoned the
top three buttons of my blouse exposing the deep valley of my cleavage to
the onlookers.
"Oh yeah!" yelled one of the guys.
I continued to dance, and in my boldness leaned over right in front of
my brother-in-law and nephews. I knew I was giving them an unbelievable
view of my huge tits which strained against the bra which held them in
place. I then stood up and, while dancing, unbuttoned my skirt and let it
fall to the floor revealing a black thong. I walked away from the crowd,
giving them a fantastic view of my ass, which peaked out from under the
silk blouse.
"Holy shit!" my nephew Stephen exclaimed. "She's hot, dad!"
I turned and walked back towards the rowdy group of men as I continued
to tease them by unbuttoning the remaining buttons on my blouse. My blouse
hung open as my tits bounced enticingly, threatening to break free from
their confinement. I could feel the power I had over these men as all eyes
were focused on me. I was the object of their lust. They all wanted me. I
knew they all wanted to run their hands up and down my body, even my
nephews, and this only served to arouse me even more. My thong was
drenched. I couldn't help myself. Just the thought of my own nephews
lusting over me was so arousing. It was so taboo. I felt a pang of guilt
but it was only momentary as the tingling in my pussy took over. At that
moment in time nothing else mattered.
I stood directly in front of my nephew Mark and slowly pulled the sides
of my blouse back, letting it slide down my arms and onto the floor. I
stood there in my black lace bra, thong, and 6 inch stiletto heels. I
licked my lips as my nephew stood staring at me with his mouth agape. I
was having evil, nasty thoughts as I imagined my 19-year-old nephew sucking
the milk from my engorged breast.
I continued to dance to the music as the crowd became rowdier and their
comments became raunchier.
"Take off your fuckin bra!"
"Yeah show us your tits!"
"Come on, Mo, show us the goods!"
They all wanted me. They were all begging me to take off my clothes. I
was so hot, and my tits were in desperate need of attention. Now I know
why Gary insisted that I skip expressing milk this afternoon. They ached
so much now, and the nipple cylinders made matters worse. There was no way
for my milk to escape. The cylinders had to be removed before I could
receive the relief that I so desperately needed.
I turned my back to the audience and reached for the front clasp of my
bra. Just undoing that clasp brought immediate relief to my mammoth tits
which were struggling to break free from their confinement. I held my bra
cups over the twins as I slowly turned around.
"Holy shit, Aunt Mo, you're huge!" Stephen exclaimed.
"I'm glad you brought us, dad," Mark poked his father in the ribs as his
eyes remained riveted to my chest.
I teased them for a few minutes more as I continued to dance back and
forth in front of the horny men. They were all gathered here tonight to
honor my brother. Several times I started to remove the cups from my
aching tits, only to cover them up again.
The crowd grew more anxious. They wanted to see me naked.
"What's the matter, boys?" I taunted as I continued to dance
provocatively in front of them. I let my bra drop to the floor, but my
hands teasingly covered my nipples.
"Show us your tits!" Mark boldly yelled from the front row.
"You'll have to be more convincing than that, if you want to see these
babies," I yelled back.
I loved the attention. I loved the fact that they wanted me. I no
longer cared that my brother-in-law and nephews were in the audience. I
was corrupted at such a young age. My brother stole my youth from me. Why
shouldn't I give a taste of it back to my nephews? Why shouldn't them feel
the same sexual arousal I felt?
"Stop being a tease," yelled one of Gary's friends. "We already know
what a slut you are."
"Mark, do you think Aunt Mo should show you her tits?" I asked boldly
ignoring the heckler from the back row.
If my sister could see me now, she'd kill me for talking to her son like
this, but at this moment in time, I didn't care. The only thing that
mattered was the heat that was quickly building between my legs. I
listened to my cunt and blocked out everything else.
"Oh yeah, Aunt Mo, show us your tits!" he blurted out.
I strutted back and forth in front of the audience. I could feel the
sexual tension building in the room as I refused to expose my tits to them.
I loved being in control. I loved teasing them. As I gazed out and saw
the hungry eyes staring back at me, I could also see that many of them had
exposed themselves and were stroking their cocks. You have no idea the
effect that had on me. I loved cock. I would do almost anything for cock,
but to see a group of men stroking themselves made me dizzy.
"Come here, Mark," I said seductively as I looked at him with lust
filled eyes.
"You want me to come up there, Aunt Mo?"
"Do you want to see my tits?"
"Yyyyyeeeeesssssss!"
"Then get up here!" I ordered.
My 19-year-old nephew quickly scrambled up to the front of the group and
stood in front of me.
No, Mark, don't do this!" yelled my brother-in-law Jim, but some of the
hired help held him down.
Still covering my tits, I turned him around so that my back was to the
audience. I then wrapped my arms around his neck and stared into his eyes.
His jaw dropped open as his eyes remained glued to my chest. I could only
imagine how the others felt as they saw me standing there in my 6 inch
stiletto heels, dressed only in my g-string with my arms wrapped around my
nephew's neck.
I continued to dance as my tits swayed in time to the music. It was
comical watching Mark's head move back and forth in sync with my swaying
tits. I imagine the others weren't getting too bad a view either as my ass
moved to the beat of the music.
"Do you like what you see, Mark? Do you like Aunt Mo's tits?"
The poor boy was speechless as he licked his lips and his mouth began to
water. I was having such a good time toying with him even if he was my
nephew.
"Why are those metal things on your nipples, Aunt Mo?" he innocently
asked.
"Those are nipple cylinders, Mark, and they keep Aunt Mo's milk from
leaking out," I said seductively as my fingers stroked the back of his
neck.
"Milk?"
"Yes, Mark, milk. Aunt Mo's tits produce milk," I explained as if I was
talking to a little child. "Would you like to taste Aunt Mo's milk?"
"Oh God yes!" he stammered as his eyes remained glued to my chest.
I laughed as I turned around to face the group of hungry eyes that were
devouring me. I danced back and forth in front of them as my tits bounced
seductively up and down on my chest. Many of them stroked their cocks
faster as they watched me perform.
"Do you like what you see, boys?"
Cheers went up from the crowd as I played them like a fine instrument. I
was in my element. I was doing what I loved most. I knew that my body was
driving them crazy, and that all of them would cum tonight because of me.
Gary stood off to the side with a smile on his face. I imagine I was
making him very happy at this point in time. He had succeeded. His slutty
sister was performing unabashed in front of his family and friends with
absolutely no reservations or sense of propriety.
"Should I give Markie some milk?" I yelled out to the crowd.
"Give it to him!" someone yelled.
"Let him suck tit!" another shouted.
"Wait a minute," my brother-in-law protested, but Gary walked up to him
and whispered something in his ear.
I motioned to Mark, and he quickly walked over to me. His eyes were
still glued to my chest almost as if he was in a trance as I slowly removed
the nipple cylinders. My nipples almost immediately started to leak milk.
"I've got milk?" I laughed at my own joke.
I pulled my nephew to me and offered him my left tit. I was feeling
really feisty even though I knew what I was doing was so wrong. His hands
were all over me as his mouth engulfed my nipple and sucked greedily. I
cradled his head in my hands as my milk was released and flowed into his
hungry mouth. I closed my eyes as I savored the erotic feelings coursing
through my body. It seemed so much more arousing, knowing that it was my
nephew feeding upon my tit.
What I was doing was a sin, and that made it all the more delicious for
me. The fact that I was doing it before a group of horny men made it that
much more enticing. Here I stood practically naked before a strange group
of men while my nephew avariciously sucked on my nipple.
"Hey, Aunt Mo, what about me?" yelled Stephen.
"What about you?" I asked, looking at him seductively.
"I want some too!" he demanded.
"Then come and get it," I offered as I squeezed my right nipple.
Stephen scrambled up to the front of the room and stood before me. I
reached for him and drew his head down towards my stiff nipple. I moaned
loudly as he took my nipple into his mouth and sucked hungrily on it. I
cradled both of their heads as my tits were being slowly drained of milk.
"Holy shit, are they really her nephews?" yelled someone from the crowd.
"We want some action too!" yelled another onlookers.
"Yeah, I didn't come here to just watch!"
"Whoa, wait a minute!" Matt said, picking up the microphone. "Just sit
back and enjoy the show. You'll all get your turn."
This seemed to appease the crowd as they waited anxiously to see what
would happen next.
I started to sweat. I was staring out at all those long hard cocks
while my nephews were devouring my tits. My pussy was leaking like a
faucet and was in desperate need of attention.
"You boys look awfully uncomfortable," I whispered to my nephews who
couldn't seem to get enough of me. "Why don't you get your clothes off and
get more comfortable."
I backed off a little, forcing them to release my nipples from their
greedy mouths.
"Are you serious?" Mark asked incredulously.
"This is probably a once in a lifetime opportunity, boys," I said
huskily, driven by the lust that was consuming me. "You'll never have
another chance like this ever again."
They needed no further encouragement as they quickly undressed. I was
amazed at the length and girth of their youthful cocks. My mouth began to
water as I allowed them once more to devour my mammoth tits. I reached
down and stroked their long shafts. I marveled at the smoothness of their
velvety cock heads. I licked my lips in anticipation. I knew that I had
to have them. At this point it mattered little that they were my nephews.
All I saw was two long hard cocks that needed my attention.
Unable to hold off any longer, I reluctantly backed away from them,
forcing them to release their hold on my nipples.
"What's wrong, Aunt Mo?" Mark asked with a worried look on his face.
"Nothing's wrong, baby," I whispered as I buried my tongue in my
nephew's mouth. He greedily kissed me back as his fingers pulled and
tugged on my nipples. Steven, standing behind me, trailed kisses across my
shoulder as his hands caressed my ass.
I was on fire, and that fire needed to be put out. In the heat of
passion I broke free from them and squatted before them. I was totally
exposed not only to them but also to the crowd of onlookers. Mark and
Stephen stood to my right and left. Their cocks stood at attention as I
reached up and took one in each hand. I licked my lips as I saw precum
oozing from their piss holes. I leaned over and flicked out my tongue,
taking Mark's precum into my mouth. I savored the taste as one would savor
a fine wine. I did the same to Steven's cock not wanting to show
partiality.
"Oh God!" Stephen groaned as I took him deep into my mouth. He held
onto my head as I took more and more of his cock into my mouth and down my
throat.
"Look at the slut go!" one of the onlookers yelled out.
This excited me even more as I listened to the crude comments being made
about me. The dirty trash talk only aroused me more. Not wanting to
neglect Mark, I took his cock deep into my throat also. It was a tug of
war as my nephews fought for my mouth. My neck ached as I alternated from
one cock to the other, savoring them young virile cocks.
I saw out of the corner of my eye that my brother was still talking to
Jim. I could imagine how he felt as he watched me literally devour his
sons' cocks. He then walked towards me just as I was once again taking
Mark's long, stiff shaft into my mouth.
"Well, I see that your aunt is keeping you boys occupied," he said as he
quickly removed his clothes.
I was more than pleasantly surprised to see that my brother-in-law's
cock was even larger than his sons. He leaned over and grabbed my nipples
and started pulling and tugging on them. I groaned loudly around my
nephew's cock still buried in my throat. If he only knew how much I liked
having my nipples pulled and squeezed.
The itch between my legs was driving me crazy. My pussy up until now
had been neglected. Jim reached down and tugged on my g-string embedding
the black silk material between my pussy lips. He pulled up cruelly on it
as it was buried even deeper. I groaned louder as I sucked greedily on
Mark's cock. The material of my thong was soaked with my juices. I
desperately needed cock.
"I want to cum in your mouth, Aunt Mo," Mark blurted out.
"Well, son, you can have her mouth. Your brother and I will occupy
ourselves with her other holes," Jim said. Looking at me, he continued,
"It's time for you to get on your hands and knees, slut!"
"Have it your way," I moaned as I readily obeyed him. Considering the
condition I was in, I would do just about anything now for a nice cock
buried in my cunt.
My tits hung low swaying beneath me almost touching the floor as my
brother-in-law kicked my legs further apart. Mark grabbed my hair cruelly
and pulled my head up, burying his cock down my throat in one vicious
thrust. He used my hair for leverage as he fucked my mouth with his cock.
Any respect he may have had for his Aunt Mo was now gone. I was nothing
more than a cum bucket for him now.
"All right, son, that hot cunt of hers needs to be filled," Jim said as
he ripped my thong to shreds.
Stephen eagerly moved behind me and ran his cock up and down between my
pussy lips.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm!" I groaned around the cock stuffing my mouth.
Then he buried his cock deep into my steaming hole. I was in heaven as
his balls smacked against me with every stroke. My clit throbbed as a
climax was fast approaching. The heat in my loin had been building for
some time now and I was ready to explode. Jim reached under me and cruelly
pulled on my nipples. That was all that was needed as my whole body
tensed.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaggggggggggggghhhhhhhh!" I wailed as the
volcano erupted between my legs, and I began to spasm, pouring out my pussy
juice all over the cock that was steadily and relentlessly pounding my
pussy.
"Make room for me, son," Jim ordered as he straddled my ass.
I felt the head of his cock pressing against my rosebud. I tried to
protest, but my mouth was full of cock.
"Mmmmmmmfffffffhhhhh!" was all that came out of my mouth as my
brother-in-law pressed forward, filling my ass with his cock. There were
two things working against me. First of all my pussy was stuffed with my
nephew's cock, but more damaging was the fact that Jim used no lubrication.
The going was slow and excruciatingly painful, but inch by inch his cock
disappeared up my ass. I noticed out of my tear-filled eyes that the other
men had brought up their chairs and formed a circle around me. They all
had front row seats as I was being violated in all three holes.
Suddenly Mark tensed.
"Oh man, I can't hold back any longer," he groaned as his cock swelled
deep in my throat.
He held my head tight to his groin as his cock erupted and filled my
throat with his jism. He was making a direct deposit into my belly as I
fought for air. I tried to pull back but he held me in a vice-like grip as
he continued to spew his spunk down my throat. My nostrils flared as I
fought for any air that I was able to get into my lungs, but it wasn't
enough as I grew lightheaded.
Just as everything started to get hazy, he jerked his limp cock out of
my mouth. I gulped in large amounts of air as my eyes watered and his cum
backed up and ran out of my nose.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" I moaned as the two cocks filling me developed a
rhythm and pounded my like a well-oiled machine. Both of my holes were
taking a battering as the two cocks in syncopation continued their assault.
Suddenly my head was yanked up by my hair.
"Hey, how are you doing, Marlene?" Matt chided me.
"Fuck you, Matt," I hissed. I never liked the bastard even though he
was my brother's best friend.
He laughed.
"No, I think it's you that's getting fucked," he taunted me as he
continued to hold my head up by my hair.
I looked up at him through glazed eyes. The cocks pounding into my ass
and pussy felt so good as they stretched me to the limit. Impulsively I
spit at him.
"Stupid cunt!" he yelled as his right hand came down and viciously
slapped my left cheek. He caught my right cheek on the backhand.
"Ooooooooooooowwwwwwww!" I screamed.
"I should bury my cock down your fucking throat!" he hissed. "But on
second thought you would like that."
"Don't flatter yourself," I groaned as I tried to enjoy the cocks
filling me.
"You'll get yours, bitch. I would like to see you pull a train right
now, but it'll have to wait," he hissed. "After all this is your brother's
big day."
He released my hair and stood up while he watched me with a disgusted
look on his face. He thought I was enjoying this way too much. I noticed
that several men were videotaping and instinctively knew that Gary was
having everything taped for the website. He never missed a trick.
I was really getting into it as I was being pounded continuously. I had
regained my composure as the heat in my loins built once again to a fever
pitch. My tits swung violently below me unrestrained. I found that if I
lowered myself I could rub my hard, throbbing nipples on the rough carpet
which further excited me.
The dam finally broke as the incessant pounding of my two steamy holes
drove me over the top.
"Aaaaaaaagggggghhhhh!" I screamed as another orgasm ripped through me.
Wave upon wave of pleasure overtook me as the cocks continued their
syncopated rhythm with no respite. I was unable to come down as I was
driven higher and higher and the spasms overtook me once again.
"Aaaaaaaaaaggggghhhhh!" I wailed as I shook uncontrollably. I was lost
in a sea of orgasmic bliss as one climax followed another.
Finally I felt Stephen tense as he unloaded his hot scalding cum in my
pussy. This just triggered another orgasm as I once again grew
lightheaded. I lowered my head to the floor which only raised my ass higher
for Jim who continued to pound me mercilessly.
"Take it, slut!" he yelled as his hand came down on my left cheek.
"Take it!"
His hands continued to rain brutal blows upon me as his cock pounded my
ass with impunity. He was entering my colon with each forward thrust,
causing me to grunt with the force of each blow. He was not a machine, and
finally due to the tightness of my ass that gripped his shaft tightly, his
cock swelled signaling the end.
Moments later my back passage was flooded with his scalding cum.
"Yeeeeeeeeesssssss!" he grunted as he shot load after never-ending load
of cum up my ass until it started to leak out of my well stretched rectum.
He finally collapsed on top of me exhausted.
"Do you know how long I've wanted to do that to you, Marlene?" he
whispered as he struggled to his feet.
Matt started to applaud.
"Great show, Mo!" he said mockingly as he encouraged all the guys to
join in a round of applause, and they did as they stood around and cheered
as if they were at a football game. Jim, Mark, and Stephen were treated
like heroes as they rejoined the group.
"OK everyone, it's time to settle down and get the man of the hour out
here," Matt announced.
Matt set a chair in the middle of the circle and called Gary over.
"Gary, my man, you're still dressed. Let's get with it," he said
playfully giving Gary a tap on his arm.
Good naturedly Gary obliged his best man and removed his clothes. He
sat in the chair with his limp cock hanging between his legs. How on earth
could he be limp after the show I put on?
"Sit up, Marlene," Matt ordered coldly. I sat up resting on my haunches
and smiled at him. You have no idea how much I detested this poor excuse
for a man. "You're not being very accommodating. Get your hands behind
your neck so that the boys can get a good look at those udders."
I had no choice but to obey, but I was fuming inside. He had no right
to treat me like this. It was demeaning. The circle of men around me
tightened as they pulled up their chairs. I was trapped in the middle.
All eyes were on me.
"Now Gary, is it true that this is your little sister?" Matt asked.
"Yes, Gary, Marlene is my youngest sister," Gary replied.
"What was your relationship like growing up together?"
"Marlene and I were very close."
"Would you say you had any influence on her during her formative years?"
Matt asked.
"Oh, most definitely, Matt. I think, I, more than anyone else helped
influence and, might I be so bold to say, helped her develop her unusual
appetite for sex," he added.
"Is this true, Marlene?" Matt asked coldly.
"Yes," I replied softly.
"I can't hear you. Answer the question so that everyone can hear you,
cunt!" Matt ordered.
"Yes, Gary had a great influenced on my life," I said louder.
"How did you influence her, Gary?" Matt asked.
"Well, I think I unlocked her latent sexual desires," he replied.
"How old was she when this all started?" Matt asked.
"If I recall correctly, she was twelve," Gary said.
"Could you describe what happened when she was twelve?" Matt asked.
"I really think you should let Marlene tell you," Gary offered.
"Well, cunt?" Matt asked.
Tears welled up in my eyes. He was going to force me to divulge
intimate details of my childhood that I kept hidden. It didn't matter now.
If I refused, he would humiliate me and degrade me until I obeyed. Besides
what did I have to hide? What difference did it make now so many years
later?
"One evening when my parents were out Gary called me into his bedroom."
"And?"
"He dropped his pajama bottoms," I mumbled.
"I don't think everyone heard that, cunt!" Matt said.
"Gary dropped his pajama bottoms," I said louder.
"And?"
"And I saw his cock. I had never seen a cock before."
"Did you like it?" Matt asked.
"I couldn't take my eyes off of it. It just hung there like a large
piece of sausage."
"Kinda like it is now, huh?" Matt asked.
"Yes."
"Then what happened?" Matt pressed on.
"Gary told me he was going to show me a magic trick."
"A magic trick?"
"Yes, he told me to hold his cock," I replied.
"Why don't you show everyone how you held your brother's cock," Matt
suggested with a shit-eating grin on his face.
I moved closer to my brother who was sitting with his legs spread wide.
I licked my lips as I picked up his flaccid cock and held it in my hand.
Immediately it started to grow just like it did that first time so many
years ago.
"What happened next?"
"He showed me how to stroke his cock," I said as I moved my hand up and
down the long shaft. "Then he showed me how to cup his balls with my other
hand."
"So unknowingly you were jerking your brother off?" Matt asked.
"I suppose you could say that," I answered. "I was fascinated as I
watched his limp dick grow long and hard in my hand. It was truly magic!"
"And?"
"Then he told me that there was more magic, and he made me lick the head
of his cock."
"Show the boys," Matt ordered.
I leaned over and swirled my tongue all over the head of my brother's
cock.
"What happened next?"
"As I licked his cock it spewed sticky white stuff all over my face," I
said, recalling in detail the first time I saw and tasted his cum.
"Just your face?" Matt pressed on.
"No, he made me take the head of his cock in my mouth and swallow the
rest."
"And that, guys, is how it all started," Matt said. "Gary, do you think
you corrupted your sister at the tender young age of twelve?"
"Oh, most definitely, Matt, but she was unique, truly one of a kind,"
Gary reflected. "I never met anyone since who worships cock the way she
does."
"Was that the only time you were intimate with your little sister?" Matt
asked.
Gary laughed.
"Hardly, she was in my room every night sucking cock and learning the
fine art of deep throating until I finally took her virginity. I also
spent a great deal of time exploring her body and showing her the pleasure
her body could give her," he added.
Some of the people present already knew about my brother's exploits, but
to others it was a shocking revelation especially family members. That was
evidenced by the incredulous looks on their faces.
I played with Gary's cock while Matt continued questioning him. The
circle grew tighter as the men moved their chairs closer. I took his now
stiff shaft deep into my throat as I observed guys in the audience
frantically wanking their own cocks.
"How old was she when you took her virginity?" Matt asked.
"Come on, Matt, you were there. You participated. You tell our friends
how old she was," Gary smirked.
"Ha! Ha! Ha! Yes, I remember it well, my friend. Little Marlene was
sixteen, sweet sixteen," Matt mused. "Would it be fair to say that by her
sixteenth birthday she had become an expert cocksucker?"
"Well, if you sucked cock every night for four years, wouldn't you be an
expert. Do the math," Gary laughed.
"Mmmmmmm let's see. 365 times 4 is 1460. So you're saying she gave you
1460 blow jobs before she lost her virginity?"
"Give or take a couple hundred. There were times when she sucked me off
two and even three times a day," Gary mused.
"Damn, most women don't suck that much cock in a lifetime."
"That's so true, my friend, but Mo isn't just any woman. She's a born
slut. I think it's in her very nature. I think it just needed to be set
free," Gary stated.
"Man, she's taking the whole thing!" one of the guys commented as he
frantically wanked himself off.
"I think we need to get her nipple cylinders back on before we continue
down memory lane, Gary, or else she won't be ready for fun and games later
on."
"Not a problem. You're in charge tonight, Matt," Gary replied.
My blood ran cold when I heard this. Of all people to put in charge! I
didn't have a good feeling about this. I don't care if Matt was his best
friend.
"Here you go, cunt. They've been sterilized in alcohol," Matt said,
handing me my nipple cylinders.
"How considerate of you," I replied sarcastically.
"Don't thank me," he replied, leaning in close so no one else could hear
him. "It wasn't my idea. Your brother insisted on it. As far as I'm
concerned, you could have taken them off the damn floor and just put them
back on."
I placed the cylinders over my hard throbbing nipples and attached the
barbells that would hold them in place, assuring that my milk would not
leak out.
"Shall we continue?" Matt asked as I sat back on my haunches eyeing my
brother's hard throbbing cock.
"Is this really necessary, Gary?" I whispered.
"It's my party, Mo," he replied with a smirk on his face.
"Gary, why don't you tell us about the rest of that evening? You know,
the night you took your sister's virginity."
"What would you like to know, Matt?"
"Details, my man, details!"
"Well, she was truly a virgin in every sense of the word. Weren't you,
baby?" Gary asked me.
"Yes," I replied meekly, as memories of that night continued to flood
back to me.
"Tell them what happened, Mo," Gary demanded. "I want my friends to
know every intimate detail, and I want them to hear it from you."
I felt so exposed. He was forcing me to relive my defilement in front
of all of his friends. Many of them I didn't even know and some I knew all
too well, but that didn't matter to him. They all stared at me
expectantly.
"Is there a problem, cunt?" Matt asked as he slapped me on the side of
the head.
"No," I whimpered.
"Then let's hear it. All these guys are waiting to hear how poor little
Marlene lost her virginity," Matt snickered.
"Did he really bust his sister's cherry?" I overheard one of them ask.
I reluctantly related the events of that evening.
"I walked naked into the living room and sat on the couch between you
and Gary," I said hesitantly. This was so hard. "Both of you started to
run your hands up and down my inner thighs. Then Gary pulled my right leg
over his leg and you did the same with my left leg totally exposing me."
"Did you like what we were doing to you?" Gary asked.
"I did, and I didn't. I knew it was wrong for you to be touching me
like that, but, at the same time, seeing your cocks got me so aroused. My
pussy was so wet."
"What happened next?" Matt asked.
"Then you asked Gary if you could feel my tits," I replied. I was
getting excited just thinking about the events of that night.
"Did you know that you were the first girl I've ever seen naked?" Matt
asked.
"No."
"Did you know that you were the first girl I ever touched? I was a nerd
in high school. No girl would come anywhere near me," Matt laughed.
"Yeah, I remember how you started to feel her tits up as if she was a
fine piece of china," Gary laughed.
"Only until you told me how your slutty sister liked it rough," Matt
added. "Then I really had fun squeezing and twisting her long hard
nipples."
"What happened after that, sis?" Gary asked.
"I reached to my right and to my left and started stroking your cocks.
You know how much I love cock, Gary, and this was the first time I had my
hands on two of them at the same time."
I couldn't control myself as I reached forward and started to stroke my
brother's cock in front of all these men. I was so wet. My clit was hard
and throbbing.
"Both of you were sucking and biting on my nipples. I was going crazy
as my tits were being devoured by both of you. Then you got rougher as you
started slapping my tits and pulling and twisting my nipples. Matt
followed your lead and copied you. You were both being cruel as you
slapped me, but your abuse only got me hotter and hotter. You were both
driving me crazy."
"What a fucking slut!" One of the guys in the circle yelled.
"No shit!"
Matt pressed his cock against my cheek as he looked out at the crowd
egging them on.
"Don't stop now," Matt ordered.
"I stroked your cocks faster and faster as the fire built between my
legs. Finally, both of you dragged me over to the dining room table. I
was forced back on the table with my legs hanging over the edge. Gary
ordered me to suck your cock."
"That was awesome! You're not the only one that lost their virginity
that night," Matt said as he ran his cock all over my cheek.
"I didn't want it to happen like this. I never dreamed that you would
share me with a friend on my first night. I pleaded with you, Gary. I
wanted this to be special. I wanted it to be just you and me, but you got
mad. You slapped me hard and told me to shut up and start sucking Matt's
cock. I obeyed as I took his cock into my mouth. At the same time you
were running your cock between my pussy lips, driving me crazy."
"Yeah, I remember, sis. You were putting on quite a show. You sucked
hungrily on Matt's cock while he mauled your tits. Just the sight of you
being used by my buddy was such a turn on for me. I lined up my cock
between your quivering lips and drove forward."
"You didn't get too far, did you?" Matt chuckled.
"Not far at all. Like I said she was a true virgin, and my cock
pressing against her hymen testified to that," Gary laughed. "I don't know
how the hell I held off for four years. Damn good thing she was so good
with her mouth."
"Suck it, bitch!" Matt ordered as he pressed his cock against my lips. I
took him deep into my mouth as I continued to stroke my brother's cock.
"Yeah by that time my cock was buried in her throat. I knew then that
everything you told me about your sister was true. You weren't lying. Up
until then I had my doubts."
"I toyed with her for a while, enjoying the feeling of my cock pressing
against her hymen. I watched her squirm as you buried your cock down her
throat. You started fucking her throat with a rapidity that was
staggering. You were really doing a job on her fun bags too, Matt. I loved
watching you abuse my sister. I finally reared back and rammed into her
full force, destroying her hymen, but my cock was stopped by another
barrier."
"What was that, Gary?" Matt asked mockingly.
"Ha! Ha! Her damn cervix! And I still had 4 inches of cock to bury
into that virgin cunt!"
I moaned around Matt's cock. The narrative being weaved by him and my
brother was getting me so excited. I knew this wasn't normal. I knew that
all of the guys who were here watching me must think I was some kind of
sick bitch, and maybe I was. Would a normal person react the way I was
reacting now? Would a normal person put on a display like this before a
crowd of strange horny men?
"So what did you do?" Matt asked.
"I think Marlene should tell you," Gary said.
Drool slobbered from my mouth when Matt withdrew his cock from my
throat. I licked my lips savoring the taste of his precum. I was hornier
than hell. My brother recalled that night in such vivid detail.
"You heard your brother, let's hear it!" Matt said coldly as he cuffed
me again.
"I... I..."
"Stand up!" Matt ordered. "Get your hands behind your neck."
I quickly rose and clasped my hands behind my neck. I reverted back to
my submissive role. I couldn't help it. Just about anyone with a cock
could have their way with me. My tits were thrust forward as they swayed
on my chest seductively. I must have provided quite an arousing sight for
this group of sex hungry men as they stared at me with lust-filled eyes
stroking their hard cocks. My eyes stared at them imagining all kinds of
wicked things. How many of them could I take on at once? Of course I
could take one deep into my throat. I could take another in my pussy and
another up my ass. Another cock could titty fuck me while I masturbated
two others with my hands. A couple could also use my armpits. I would be
bathed in cum!
I was quickly brought back to reality.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
"Ooooooooowwwwwww!" I wailed as Matt viciously slapped my tits forcing
them to flay wildly on my chest.
Why did he hate me so much? I never did anything to him. My brother
let him use me more than once, and this is what I got for it.
"Did you hear what your brother said?" Matt spit out while he stood
menacingly over me.
"Yes, I just needed a couple of minutes to gather my thoughts," I
stammered.
"Time's up! Start talking," Matt hissed.
Gary sat there with a self-satisfied grin on his face, totally enjoying
himself.
"Gary pounded his cock into me repeatedly but there was no place for it
to go. The pain was excruciating, and I dreaded each forward thrust. He
went wild as he lifted my legs and placed them on his shoulders. Several
times I thought I was going to be thrown off of the table by the force of
his thrusts. In the meantime your cock exploded deep in my throat pumping
a gallon of cum into my belly."
"And you loved it," Matt added.
"Yes, I did and still do love the taste of cum."
"Continue!" Matt ordered with a frown on his face.
"Gary used his cock like a battering ram as he pounded my cervix
unmercifully. I grunted in pain, thrashing my head back and forth as my
cervix began to dilate. He was determined to enter my womb and deposit his
load of jism there. Agonizing pain was all that I felt, but strangely it
excited me at the same time. He mocked me out wishing me a happy birthday
as I screamed from the intense pain."
"Nice description, slut. I really enjoyed watching your brother pound
the shit out of you," Matt gloated.
"You did more than watch," I added. "You slapped and pinched my
nipples, adding to the pain I was already feeling, you bastard. You were
just as cruel as him."
"I really like making you feel a little pain," Matt hissed as he slapped
my tits again.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
"Ooooooohhhhhhhh! Please don't do that!" I wailed.
"Don't give me any lip. What happened next?"
"You tell her Matt!" yelled out someone from the group.
"Let me take it from here, Matt. This is my favorite part," Gary
intervened, pausing for effect. "I was exhausted from fucking the shit out
of you, Mo, but I still had a long way to go. You were so fucking tight
and your cervix simply wasn't cooperating. I decided you should do some of
the work yourself. Do you remember me picking you up and carrying you over
to a straight chair?"
"Yes," I replied, remembering it vividly.
"I sat down, pulling you down with me."
"Yeah, you grabbed her hair and yanked it back really hard."
"That's right. It was the birthday girl's turn to do some of the work.
Right Mo?"
"Yes, Gary," I answered quietly.
"You fucked yourself up and down on my cock, dilating your own cervix
while I pulled and twisted your nipples viciously. I wanted to give you an
incentive to move quickly and forcefully," Gary mused.
"Oh, man, that was great. She looked like a fucking rag doll as she
dropped herself on your ten inch cock. That must have hurt, and I thought
you were going to rip her nipples right off of her chest the way you were
pulling and twisting them," Matt said.
"It got better when I started chewing on her nipples. Her cunt was like
a vice, Matt, as it strangled my cock every time I bit down on them. I
realized then that not only was she obsessed with cock, but she was also a
pain slut. The more you abused her, the hotter she got.
"I finally grew impatient and grabbed her by the hips and forced her
down onto my shaft with even more force, and it was then that my cock
wedged itself in her cervix and finally opened it far enough to allow my
cock to enter."
I moaned recalling that moment.
"Oh God, the pain was absolutely excruciating. I thought I was going to
die, but in the midst of all the pain that consumed me something happened.
Warm sensations were intermingled with the pain and this excited me. I
wanted it so bad. I didn't want it to stop."
"You went wild. You became more forceful as you dropped yourself on my
cock. You bounced up and down on my cock abusing yourself far worse than I
ever could. I could feel you opening up allowing me entrance to your
womb."
"I never in my life felt anything so intense. Your cock consumed my
whole being. My clit throbbed and ached as the fire roared deep inside of
me. You finally entered my womb and it was at that point that I spasmed
out of control in the midst of the most massive orgasm I had ever had in my
young life."
"Shit, you were like a bucking bronco as you rode your brother's cock.
You were covered with sweat, and you screamed like a banshee," Matt said.
"Yes, I know, Matt," I moaned.
Matt moved behind me and reached around to squeeze my tits.
"But the fun and games were far from over," he snickered. "Isn't that
right, cunt?"
"Yes, that's right," I said, closing my eyes as Matt squeezed my tits in
front of a crowd of lust-crazed men who were mesmerized by the tale being
weaved. They were all so intent as they waited to hear what happened next.
Someone touching my thigh suddenly startled me. My eyes opened wide as
I saw one of the men reach over to touch me. I just hoped Gary was able to
control his friends. If not, it would not bode well for me.
"I remember that you tumbled to the floor. I bet your pussy was really
aching," Matt gloated. "You looked totally wiped as you panted like a dog
at your brother's feet. I don't imagine too many sixteen year olds lost
their virginity quite like that."
"I hurt all over," I confessed as Matt continued to knead my tits. "I
feared that Gary had damaged me inside. The excruciating pain I felt when
his cock entered my cervix was far worse than any pain I experienced during
child birth."
"Yes in spite of that pain you had a massive orgasm," Matt noted.
"Yes, I reached a point where pleasure and pain intermingled. I
couldn't tell the difference between the two. One fueled the other," I
moaned.
"What happened next?" yelled out one of the guys sitting in the circle
of men that was closing in on me.
"Tell them, Mo," Gary ordered.
"You stood up and said it was Matt's turn," I groaned as Matt squeezed
my tits.
"Holy shit, Gary, I couldn't believe that you were going to let me fuck
your sister after the brutal manner in which you just took her virginity,"
Matt added.
"Hey, what are friend's for?" Gary replied slapping his buddy on the
back. "I'll tell you what. Let's show everyone what happened next."
"Now you're talking," Matt said as he sat in the chair. "Get over here,
cunt."
I walked over to Matt. At this point in time I really didn't care what
happened. I was hot and my pussy desperately needed to be filled.
"Explain what happened," Gary ordered.
"You ordered me to straddle Matt's legs and I did," I said in a husky
voice as I lowered myself on Matt's hard cock. God it felt so good. "I
rode his cock just as you ordered me.
"Yes, but I had another surprise for you, little sister," Gary said as
he lined his cock up to my rosebud. "You had one hole remaining that was
virgin, but not for long."
"I screamed as you forced your cock up my ass. I couldn't believe that
you were doing this to me," I groaned as I felt his cock fighting my
sphincter muscle. It wasn't long before my brother buried his cock up my
ass. I was once again being double penetrated in front of a group of very
horny men. How long would they just sit there and watch? How long could
Gary and Matt keep them at bay?
"God, she's still damn tight, Gary!" Matt groaned. "She's strangling my
cock."
"She's had a lot of practice, and those muscles get a lot of
exercising," he laughed as he worked his cock in and out of my rectum.
I was so close as the two of them worked their large cocks like a well
oiled machine in and out of my holes. Gary was entering my colon with
every forward thrust and soon began slapping me on the ass.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
"Ooooooooowowwwww!" I wailed as his blows became harder.
"You love it," he whispered in my ear as Matt started to smack my tits,
All I could do was hold on for dear life as I wrapped my arms around
Matt's neck. Little did this group of voyeurs know that this kind of stuff
really excited me. I liked to have my ass slapped, the harder the better;
and the vicious blows to my now bloated tits was only driving me closer and
closer to an orgasm.
"Yes, fuck me!" I screamed as I thrust my tits up into Matt's face. His
mouth was all over me as they both continued to pound the shit out of me.
It was then that the first orgasm hit!
"Aaaaaaagggggghhhhhh!" I screamed as every nerve in my body became
alive. I shook out of control as my nipples swelled, captured in the nipple
cylinders. They throbbed horrible as the two cocks continued their
relentless assault.
I could just imagine what this group of onlookers was thinking as they
watched me for the second time this evening break out in orgasm while
having two cocks buried in me. I didn't really care what they thought.
All that mattered was that the fire burning in my loins unabated was now
being quenched.
"Look at her go!" One of the guys exclaimed, moving his chair in closer.
The circle of men was growing tighter and tighter with each passing moment.
"Fuck me, you bastards. Is that the best you can do?" I screamed.
Gary slapped me even harder as he thrust into me with all of his might.
He was covered in sweat. Matt forced his cock up into me, battering my
cunt and pushing against my cervix with every thrust.
"I like what happened next, Gary," Matt panted. "You are really a sick
bastard."
"I almost forgot," he said through labored breaths. "Hold on, Mo!"
Matt grabbed my legs. I knew what was coming next. I was reliving that
night so many years ago. They both stood up with their cocks buried to the
hilt in my cunt and ass. Matt held on to my upper thighs as Gary drew my
arms back and over his head, wrapping them around his neck. My tits were
thrusted upward as he grabbed my nipple cylinders and started to tug hard
on them.
?Okay, Mo, get that ass moving and make us cum!? Gary demanded.
Just like that night so many years ago I was in a sexual stupor. Still
recovering from a mind-blowing orgasm, I started to rotate my hips with
both cocks totally embedded in me. I was in almost in a sitting position
with my full weight resting on their cocks.
Almost immediately I orgasmed again. Their cocks felt so damn good.
"Aaaaaaaggggghhhhh!" I screamed as I gyrated out of control. "I feel so
fucking full!"
I couldn't satisfy the itch in my pussy as I rotated my hips even more,
wanting more of them inside of me.
"Yes! Yes!" I hissed as I rose higher and higher until I felt as if I
was going to scream. Their cocks felt so damn good, and now Matt was
biting my tit meat.
"Aaaaaaaagggggghhhhh!" I wailed as another orgasm ripped through me.
"I'll tell you what, Gary. She's still the best lay I've ever had,"
Matt grunted as his cock swelled and spewed his hot spunk into me.
"She's squeezing the life out of me!" Gary panted as he too could hold
off no long and filled my colon with his spunk.
"Oh yes! Oh yes!" I wailed. "Fill me! Fill me with your cum!"
Exhausted the guys let go of me, and I fell in a heap to the floor. I
was exhausted. I needed to rest. I must have been a sight for sore eyes
as I lay there with my holes gaping open for all to see. Cum dripped out
of me.
"What happened next?" Matt asked.
"Huh?" I asked still in a sexual stupor.
"You heard him. What happened after we were done fucking the shit out
of you?" Gary asked.
"You stood in front of me and ordered me to clean your cock. I wanted
to rest but you were pitiless as you grabbed be by the hair and forced me
to clean your cock. I licked your shaft clean of the disgusting
combination of my cum, pussy juice, and shit that were intermingled with
traces of my blood."
"What are you waiting for?" Gary demanded.
I looked up at him incredulously. All these people were here. They
would all see me tomorrow walking down the aisle at his wedding. Didn't he
humiliate me enough? How much did he expect of me?
Just like that night Gary grabbed me by the hair and forced me to lick
his cock clean. I sobbed as I licked the disgusting mess.
"Don't forget my balls!" he ordered.
Of course I obeyed as tears streamed from my eyes. I was a mess.
"What amazes me, Mo, is your enthusiasm. You truly do love cock.
Unfortunately I'm not as young as I use to be so I probably won't get hard
again right away so you won't be deep throating me tonight like you did on
your sixteenth birthday."
I was almost in a trance as I continued to lick his balls and flaccid
cock. In the background I could see all the other men wanking themselves
off many with their mouths agape. I imagine they'd never seen anything
quite like this before.
"Lick Matt clean and then we'll give you a few minutes to get cleaned
up," Gary ordered.
Totally exhausted I took Matt's limp cock into my mouth.
"Can you handle things out here while I give my sister a break?" Gary
asked.
"Hey, Gary, is that really your sister?" one of the guys asked naively.
"Of course, it's his sister, Dan," John replied.
"How am I supposed to know? He's been away for so long," Dan replied,
defending himself as the others laughed.
Gary led me away. I was a mess. Both my holes were leaking cum, and I
was covered with sweat. Matt took charge of the situation. I could hear
him talking to the men as we entered the master bath.
"Hey, guys, you have been great. Gary wanted to do a little something
different tonight. That's why he has his sister here, but your time with
her is close at hand," Matt assured them.
"Will she really take all of us on?" someone asked.
"Hey, you can stroke yourself until you cum if you want, but I'm telling
you she's going to drain every cock here before this night is over," Matt
replied laughing.
"When, Matt?" another asked anxiously.
"We have only one more planned activity before she's yours," he replied.
That's all I heard as Gary closed the door to the bathroom.
"Why, Gary?"
"Why, what?" he asked.
"Why did you do this to me at your bachelor party? Why on earth would
you let all of your friends know the intimate details of how you took my
virginity?"
"Look, sis, this marriage for me is a new beginning. I've come clean on
everything. Arlene thought it would be good for you to get all of the old
skeletons out of the closet and start fresh. We both know that you have
made amazing strides in discovering your true nature, but you were hiding
from your past."
"This was Arlene's idea?" I asked.
"Yes, she saw it as one more step in further defining your sexuality.
Millions of people know you on the Internet, but you are hiding from family
and friends almost as if you were ashamed."
"Yes but I have to live with the fact that my brother-in-law and my
nephews fucked me tonight in every hole. Can you imagine what they must
think of me?" I yelled.
"First of all if you're truly a slut than it doesn't matter what they
think of you," Gary said. "But if you really want to know, their eyes were
glued on you as they stroked their cocks like mad men while Matt and I
fucked you."
"I just feel so exposed now, both physically and emotionally. I can't
imagine walking down that aisle tomorrow after what I've done here
tonight."
"Mo, you should feel liberated," Arlene said, walking into the master
bath.
"What are you doing here?" I asked.
"I stopped by to make sure you were alright," she said, walking over to
me and hugging me.
"I don't know what to think, Arlene," I stammered.
"Look at me, Mo," she said.
I looked her in the eye and saw nothing but concern.
"I love you like a sister and would do nothing to hurt you. Exposing
your vulnerable side is the only way you will be truly free," she said.
"I don't know," I stammered.
"I know this is hard for you, but you have to let those closest to you
see what you are no matter how much it hurts. Remember, there's no more
pretending, Mo, with anyone! If you truly want to be free, you have to
drop all pretenses and let go no matter what."
"How come it makes so much sense when you say it?" I asked.
"Because you know I'm right," she replied with a warm smile.
"Hey, sis, I know Arlene's right, but I need to confess something.
Seeing you out there in front of my friends and family is a big turn-on for
me. I'd be lying if I said otherwise. You know it's the way I am. I'll
never change in that respect, but I truly believe what's happening here
tonight benefits you more than anyone," Gary said with a sincerity he
seldom expressed.
I didn't know what to say. The fact that Arlene was here supporting me
meant so much to me. I now knew I could make it through this evening.
"Celebrate your sexuality, Mo. Don't deny what you are," Arlene said.
"Now take a shower and get cleaned up. Go out there and hold your head
high. You have nothing to be ashamed of."
I was so glad that Arlene would be much more than a friend after
tomorrow. She would be my sister. She had a way of making everything so
clear to me. Why did I complicate things so much? I was very fortunate to
have her in my life.
I took a nice hot shower that I found very refreshing and invigorating.
I looked forward to the remainder of the night's activities with
anticipation. I refused to be ashamed. I planned on giving Gary's friends
a night to remember.
Arlene helped me get ready. She gave me a pair of thigh high black
stockings. They were my favorite and she knew it. Other than that all I
wore were a pair of red six inch stiletto heels.
Arlene kissed me on the lips. It was a long, lingering kiss. Then Gary
led me back into the room.
The guys were still sitting in a circle when I entered. They applauded
and made cat calls when I entered the room.
"Doesn't she look great?" Matt yelled.
Loud cheers of approval were expressed by all the men who sat in a
circle totally naked. I couldn't help but look at their cocks that were in
various stages of arousal. Several of them sprang to attention as soon as
I entered the circle of men. Already I was getting lightheaded as my eyes
travelled from one hard cock to another. It all seemed so surreal and
strange. This was the thing fantasies were made of.
"We've shared with you tonight intimate details of our relationship,"
Gary said. "There's only one more piece of history I'd like to share
before we turn things over to you."
The group broke out in applause once again. They were wound up and
ready for more.
"Yeah, let's hear it, Gary!" one guy yelled.
"Let's hope it's as exciting as what you've told us already," another
added.
"Hey, guys, settle down and let the man talk," Matt said.
"Shortly after that night when I took Mo's virginity with the help of my
good friend," Gary said looking over at Matt. "I left home. I know this
was tough on my sister. She didn't know what to do with herself. She
developed quite a reputation at school."
"She was easy!" Matt added.
"Oh yeah," commented one of them.
Many were chuckling and cracking jokes as Gary continued.
"Mo got married right out of high school and had a son. Actually she
got married because she was knocked up by one of her teachers. She really
had no choice and neither did he unless he wanted to go to prison for
having sex with a minor. Of course, you all know she later had a daughter,
but it's the son, my nephew, Jason, that I want to talk about."
I looked over at Gary questioningly. Where was he going with this? Why
was he discussing my son Jason with the group? Jason was now twenty-two
years old and married. He had a beautiful baby girl. Why didn't he leave
my son out of this?
"Mo, is it true that you breast fed Jason?"
"Yes, I breast fed both of my children," I said defensively.
"How long did you breast feed Jason? Was it a year or eighteen months?"
"Breastfeeding has many benefits, Gary. It's actually much better for
you than cow's milk," I explained.
"Mo, you're avoiding the question. How old was Jason when you stopped
breastfeeding him," he demanded.
"I'm not quite sure. I think he was..."
"I was four and a half years old," Jason said entering the main room
from the bedroom.
My heart skipped a beat. My worst nightmare was coming true. I tried
to run but Matt stood behind me and held me by my arms. With his vice-like
grip I wasn't even able to cover myself. A titter went up from the group
of men who sat spellbound by the turn of events.
"Jason, sweetheart, you shouldn't be here," I cried.
"Why not, everyone else is," he said, walking over to Gary and standing
beside him.
"I hate you, Gary!" I screamed. "How could you do this to me?"
"Settle down, sis, and listen up. Remember, it's all about being honest
with not only others but yourself."
"Hi, Jason," Gary said, turning towards him. "Good to see you."
"Good to see you, Uncle Gary. Is this the surprise you had for me?" he
asked, looking over at me.
"Just be patient and I think everything will become clear," he said.
"Is that true, sis! Did you really breast feed Jason until he was four
and a half years old?" Gary questioned me.
"Yes, I did!" I said defensively. "But I had good reasons for it."
"Come on, Marlene, do you think I was born yesterday. Do you expect me
and everyone else here to believe that you breast fed your son for so long
because of the nutritional value of your breast milk. Are we expected to
believe that you were that altruistic?"
The murmurings in the crowd were growing louder, and they weren't
friendly. Damn, I was so transparent. Gary knew there were other reasons,
and I needed to come clean.
"No there were other reasons," I stammered as I held back my tears.
"And what might they be?" he pressed me.
"God, you're making this so hard and in front of my son." I whimpered.
I wanted to hate Gary for doing this, but I couldn't I was nothing but a
hypocrite. I didn't have a good reason to breast feed my son for that long
a period of time. I was simply being selfish and self-serving.
"Well?"
"I don't have a good reason except that it made me feel good," I
whispered.
"It made you feel good?" he questioned.
"Yes, it did," I said firmly.
"How good, Mo?"
"It... it... made me cum," I finally said, breaking down. "I'm so
sorry, Jason."
Jason showed absolutely no emotion as he stood there staring at me. I
had no idea what he was thinking. The tittering in the group surrounding
me became louder.
"Now we're getting some place," Gary said. "Did you come every time you
breast fed?"
"No, sometimes twice a day, but the other feedings during the day got me
very aroused. I was always, horny," I whimpered. "Forgive me, Jason."
"You realize that breastfeeding him for that many years had a profound
effect on his life," Gary stated.
"I don't understand," I said honestly.
"Come on, Mo, while other kids his age were outside having fun playing
in their sandbox and swinging on her swing sets, you kept Jason inside
isolated from the rest of the kids," Gary said. "He was allowed to
breast-feed for 4 1/2 years, and it didn't end until he went to
kindergarten."
"I realized that it had to end," I said in my defense.
"Christ, Mo, think about it? One day he's breast-feeding and the next
day it's taken away forever."
"Uncle Gary's right. Mom, I was obsessed with your breasts all my life.
When I was a teenager, all I could think about was another time when I was
four years old and still breast-feeding. Whenever I looked at you, I tried
to picture you naked. I tried to imagine what your breasts looked like."
"I didn't know," I said incredulously.
"I remember how you would lay your head back on the couch and moan while
I fed off your breast," Jason said. "You would put your hand up your
skirt. I never understood until I learned about the facts of life in health
class."
"I'm so sorry. I was so selfish," I whimpered.
"It didn't end there, sis. I think you know what I'm talking about,"
Gary said.
"Hey, this is getting real heavy," Matt said, maintaining his grip on
me. He pulled my arms back, forcing my tits forward.
"Gary, really, I..."
"Maybe I can better explain, Uncle Gary."
"Go ahead, son," he said.
"Well, after my parents were divorced, mom let me sleep in her bed
sometimes," Jason started. "It gave me a chance to get closer to her. It
was during this period of my life that I was fantasizing about her."
"I see," Gary said.
"Jason, you use to get scared at night," I said.
"Yes, sometimes I did, but most of the time I just pretended to be
scared so that I could sleep in your bed and be closer to you. You always
wore those low cut gowns and teased me with your breasts half falling out
of them. It was always on those nights that I had dreams."
"What kind of dreams, son?" Gary asked.
"I dreamed that mom was stroking my cock," Jason blurted out before the
whole group.
"Oh, Jason, did..."
"Until I realized that it wasn't a dream, at all," he added.
"What do you mean, Jason?" Gary asked.
"Well, one night I had a hard time sleeping. Mom was right next to me,
and I was really horny and having nasty thoughts about her. It was then
that I felt a light touch on my cock."
"Oh no!" I groaned.
"I saw you grasp my cock with your hand and start to gently stroke it. I
pretended to be asleep as you smeared my precum all over the head of my
cock. You were driving me crazy!"
"Oh, Jason, I didn't know you..."
"You brought your face close to my cock and ran the head of my cock all
over your lips. I thought I was going to lose my load right then and
there, but I continued to pretend to be asleep. I wanted to see how far
you would go besides I never felt anything so wonderful in my whole life."
"Why didn't you tell me?" I pleaded.
"What did you expect me to say, mom? Did you want me to tell you that I
knew you were playing with my cock?"
I hung my head in shame. Everything that he was saying was true. I was
such a slut that I used my own son to gratify my own base desires.
"You went quite a ways, mom. When I was nearing a climax, you took my
cock into your mouth and sucked all the cum out of me. You thought I was
asleep, but I wasn't."
"Was this the only time it happened?" Gary asked.
"I suspect mom was doing this for quite some time, otherwise, why was I
always having those erotic dreams."
"You have a point, Jason. What about after you discovered what she was
doing? Did it ever happen again?"
"Oh yes, just about every time she invited me to sleep in her bed," he
said.
"Oh God!" I moaned in despair.
"Well, gentlemen, I now think you have a better idea of what kind of a
slut my sister really is, but I don't fault her for what she did to her
son. She is what she is! There's nothing wrong with that, right guys?"
"No way!"
"We like sluts!" shouted another.
Everyone was joking and making derogatory comments.
"Settle down, guys," Matt ordered.
I was disgusted with myself. I should have exercised more self-control
and left my son alone. He was so young. It's just that from the start my
marriage to Joe was bad. Very seldom were we intimate, which left me
sexually frustrated most of the time. In a very short time I went from
deep-throating Gary's cock every night to nothing. I couldn't deal with
it.
It was only a short time later that I became pregnant again and trapped
in a marriage that I didn't want. I stayed married to Joe for the sake of
the kids. My need for cock became an obsession that grew greater and
greater. At the time I didn't know that I was hypersexual. Jason was
growing up and maturing in more ways than one.
I took the easy way out. I fooled myself into thinking that what I was
doing was all right as long as no one knew especially Jason. I thought I
was being clever, and that he was none the wiser. How could I be so wrong?
Now I find out that my son has been carrying this burden all of his
life. Any feelings of inadequacy that he may have are my fault. His
unfulfilled fantasies about me have consumed him. I am very much aware of
the Oedipus complex, and I fear that I planted bad seeds when I allowed my
son to breast-feed until he was almost 5 years old.
"Jason, do you have any regrets?" Gary asked.
"In spite of everything, I know that my mother loves me. I know she
would do anything for me, but she's the cause of much of my sexual
frustration."
"Can you give me an example, Jason?" Gary asked.
"Jason, please forgive me. I will do anything to make things right
again," I pleaded.
"Mom, every time you jerked me off and swallowed my cum, you never deep
throated me. I saw how you took Mark and Stephen's cocks deep into your
throat. Uncle Gary told me you deep throated him every night, but I wasn't
good enough for you."
"Yeah, and her throat is damn tight, Jay!" Mark exclaimed.
Oh God, it's my fault my son feels this way. I never meant to make him
feel inadequate. I never wanted him to know anything about what was going
on. I was so damned selfish and thought only of myself and my own needs. I
needed to make things right for him.
"Jason, that's not true. You have a beautiful cock, but I was afraid I
would wake you up. Do you have any idea how badly I wanted to take you
into my throat?"
"Well, now's your chance, cunt. Get down on your knees and make it up
to the boy!" Matt ordered.
The group of men surrounding me voiced their approval.
"He deserves it!" shouted one.
"He sure does, poor kid!" added another.
It all seemed so bizarre. Was this really happening? Was I actually
about to take my own son's cock deep into my throat in front of all these
men? That's incest! It was so evil yet I found the idea so appealing. It
was really the only way I could show him that he was special. How else
could I show him that he meant more to me than his cousins or anyone else?
My mouth watered in anticipation as I mulled it over in my head, and
then Jason started to undress. There was no turning back now. If I tried
to fight it, he would only feel rejected once again. Besides Matt and Gary
would never let me get away without completing the deed.
He stood there naked with his hard cock sticking straight out from his
groin. It pulsated and moved slightly as I stared at it. My boy was so
beautiful. How could he ever think that I rejected him?
And now my pussy tingled with desire. I could feel my love juices
oozing out of me. I had to have him. It didn't matter that all eyes were
on me. I didn't care what they thought. I was going to embrace the
overpowering feelings that were taking control of my body as I dropped to
my knees in front of my precious son. I had to make things right.
I reached up and delicately took his cock in my right hand. It jumped
at my touch. I could see the look of bliss on Jason's face as I ran my
tongue all around his cock head. It was so smooth and velvety. I loved
the feel and taste of his cock. I ran it all over my lips. It sent chills
up and down my spine.
My son was special, and, before this was over, I was going to remove any
doubt from his mind that he was anything but special. I took my time and
savored his cock much as one would savor a fine wine. It mattered little
to me that my family and Gary's friends were watching me service my own
son. I didn't care. I hurt his feelings terribly, and I was going to make
it up to him. I was going to show him that he was special to me.
I lifted his eight inch cock and ran my tongue along its underside. His
manly smell and taste was intoxicating. I nibbled at his balls and
listened to the groans of delight that escaped from his lips. I licked
every inch of his cock before even thinking of taking it into my mouth. I
wanted him to enjoy this moment. I wanted it to last a long time for him.
I then took his cock and ran it all over my mammoth tits. I know now
that he obsessed over my tits, and I wanted him to feel the warmth of them
against his rigid shaft.
"What do you want now, baby? Do you want me to take your beautiful cock
deep into my throat?" I asked him in a husky voice.
"God, yes, mom, take it all!" he groaned.
The circle tightened even more around us as the men moved their chairs
closer. All eyes were on me as I took my son's cock head and enveloped it
with my lips. I ran my tongue over his piss hole savoring the taste of his
precum.
"Oh yes!" he hissed.
Jason's cock wasn't the longest but I had all I could do to get my hand
around it. What he lacked in length and that wasn't much, he made up in
girth. I knew it was going to be a challenge getting his huge cock down my
throat. Already my jaw was stretched to the limit and aching horribly.
I worked the first three or 4 inches into my mouth, hollowing my cheeks
as I ran my tongue over the head of his cock. I took his meat that was
vibrant and alive to the back of my throat, but it refused to go any
further. I withdrew most of it from my mouth and drove forward driving it
back in, but it still would progress no further.
"I think your mom needs a little help, Jason. I know for a fact that
she likes it rough. It excites her. It gets her aroused. I think you
should grab her by the hair and force your cock down her throat," Gary
whispered to him.
"I could never do that, Uncle Gary," Jason said.
"You don't believe me, ask her," he simply replied.
I could see the doubt written all over my son's face. He didn't know
what to do. He was thinking of me instead of himself. I couldn't let him
stand there, unsure of what to do.
I slowly eased his luscious cock out of my mouth and held it lovingly in
my hand.
"Your uncle is right, Jason. I do like it rough, the rougher the
better," I whispered as I took his cock back into my mouth.
There was a sudden change in my son's demeanor as he reached down and
roughly grabbed my hair. He wrapped it around his fingers and thrust
forward, driving his cock into my throat. I was caught off guard by his
suddenly violent behavior. My throat hurt as his fat cock worked its way
deeper.
Jason paused as he looked down upon me with my mouth stretched open
beyond its limits by his huge hunk of meat. I could tell that he was
looking at my cunt which was sopping wet from the excitement that I was
feeling. His view was unobstructed as I squatted with my legs spread wide
apart totally exposing myself to him.
Overcome by emotion, he started ramming his cock in and out of my throat
violently. My tits bounced up and down obscenely slapping against my
chest. All the pent-up anger and frustration that he felt for me over the
years was being released at that moment.
My eyes watered and my nostrils flared as I fought to get air into my
lungs. He granted me no reprieve as his assault continued. I grew
lightheaded from the lack of air as my eyes glazed over. All too soon I
felt his cock swell in my throat.
"Eeeeeeeggggggghhhhhhhh!" He groaned as his cum spurted from his
pulsating cock.
He held my head tight to his groin as his cock continued to pump load
after load of cum down my throat and into my belly. I swallowed as fast as
I could, but that only stimulated him even more. I couldn't keep up with
the flow as it backed up through my nose, and I started to choke. He
finally released me when he saw that I was about to faint. I fell to the
floor barely conscious.
I desperately fought to get air in my lungs as I coughed up his cum that
was choking me.
"Way to go, Jason!" Mark yelled.
The mob of men was closing in as Gary led Jason to the other room.
"You guys have been great, and now it's your turn. I want you to form a
circle around her," Matt directed.
"You mean to tell me she's going to take on all of us?"
"You bet your ass, she is!" Matt replied. "Cunt, get back into a
squatting position and show these boys how much you love cock."
From that moment on everything was a blur. I was still lightheaded, but
the sea of cocks that were surrounding me was enough incentive for me to
obey. Everywhere I turned, I was staring at cocks of all shapes and sizes,
bearing down on me. I took the closest cock into my mouth and started to
stroke two others to my right and left. The owner of the first cock,
grabbed me by the hair, using it as leverage to bury his cock in my throat.
I sucked greedily on the piece of meat as my throat engulfed and
caressed every inch of it. I could feel other cocks being pressed against
my cheeks while still others were being rubbed all over my hanging tits.
It wasn't long before the first cock exploded in my mouth depositing his
cum in my belly. Another immediately replaced it. Repeatedly I swallowed
load after load of cum while the cocks of the other men poked and prodded
the rest of my body.
I had absolutely no sense of time, but I do know that every single one
of them deposited their cum in my belly. A was their cum bucket, a
depository for their sperm. An hour or two must have passed before they
were done. All I can remember is several of the men carrying me over to a
black leather chaise where I was deposited on my back. Immediately a large
cock filled my pussy, and I moaned in ecstasy. My jaw was sore from
sucking so much cock, but my poor pussy was sadly neglected. It felt so
good to be filled.
I squeezed hard contracting my pussy muscles around the huge invader
fucking me senseless.
"Oh yeah, fuck me, you bastard!" I screamed.
Matt removed my nipple cylinders and immediately two hungry mouths
attached themselves to my sensitive nubs. I shivered as the let down
reflex allowed for the release of my milk. Hands were all over me, feeling
me up. So many sensations were coursing through my body simultaneously.
One guy stuck his cock in my ear while another pressed his cock against my
lips wanting another blow job.
It wasn't long before I climaxed from all of the attention I was
receiving.
"Ooooooooohhhhhhh Yyyeeeeesssssss!" I cried out as my body stiffened.
At that moment another guy latched onto my hard, throbbing clit which
stood out like a little cock. He grated his teeth across it, forcing me to
climax again. That little nerve was so sensitive that it was driving me
crazy. I thrashed my head back and forth, begging him to leave it alone
and let me recover, but he ignored all my pleas.
In the meantime my pussy was flooded with sperm. Totally spent the man
pulled out of me and collapsed in a chair. He was immediately replaced by
another much larger man that eagerly fucked me. The men sucking me dry
were pulled away by two others.
"Hey, guys, don't be so fucking greedy. Save some for us," one of the
guys complained as he made his claim to my right tit, taking as much of it
as he could into his mouth.
I was on an emotional rollercoaster. I can't tell you how many times I
came as Gary's horny friends couldn't seem to get enough of me. After five
or six guys dumped their load of cum in my pussy, my brother-in-law took
charge.
"Turn her over," he ordered.
I was poked and jostled as they positioned me on my hands and knees on
the chaise. My tits swayed seductively below me as my ass was displayed
for all to see. Sperm drizzled out of my gaping cunt as the fire continued
to burn out of control in my loins.
I heard the whish and then crack as my left ass cheek exploded in pain.
"Oooooooooowwwwwww!" I screamed as I looked over my shoulder and saw my
brother-in-law Jim wheeling a belt. "Noooooooooooooooo! Stop you
bastard."
"Shut the fuck up!" one of the men ordered as he viciously twisted my
sensitive nipples.
Tears ran down my face as I once again heard the crack of the belt as it
landed on my ass. fI grunted trying to hold back the scream that was
caught in my throat. I refused to give them any further satisfaction.
Jim grabbed me by the hair and pulled violently forcing my head up. I
stared at the ceiling as my tits rose off of the chaise, now fully exposed.
Another one of the men raised his belt and as I looked on in horror raised
his arm, swung back, and landed a resounding blow to my left tit.
CRACK!
"Oooooooooooowowwwwww!" I screamed as my tit felt excruciating pain.
"Hey, you're carrying this too far man. Put the fucking belt down,"
Matt warned.
The guy backed off reluctantly, pissed off that he was being deprived of
a little fun. Jim lined his cock up with my tight rosebud and pushed
forward with all his might, burying his cock up my ass. Everything else
was a blur after that. They all converged on me pawing me.
"Fucking slut! Took advantage of her own kid," one guy muttered.
"She's nothing but a cum bucket," another exclaimed.
The degrading comments continued as they lashed out at my tits dangling
below me and fingered my cunt. They forced their cocks in my mouth two at
a time and used my arm pits to stimulate their cocks. This went on for I
don't know how long. Jim came in my ass and was soon replaced by another
cock. I was cuming almost constantly now and was growing lightheaded
again. Everything hurt and I was exhausted. I finally blacked out.
I woke up late the next morning and found myself in my bed. My head
hurt so bad that I couldn't move. Every bone in my body ached. Thank God
it was an evening wedding and reception. There was no way I was going to
be up and around any time soon.
The events of the previous night flooded my consciousness. I certainly
took it to a new level thanks to my brother and sister-in-law to be. The
final barrier was stripped away as now friends and family knew that I was
not only a slut but a cock loving nymphomaniac. The final veneer of
respectability was destroyed. I would no longer be looked upon as a hard
working career woman who raised two kids on her own. Everyone would see me
through different eyes.
My heart ached as I thought of my son Jason. I feared that I had done
irreparable damage to him, and it was my responsibility to make things
right. His obsession with me and his own feelings of inadequacy were my
fault. Nursing him until he was almost five years old wasn't healthy for
either one of us. I can see now that, as he grew older, I unknowingly
toyed with not only his emotions but also his sexual development and
maturity.
I can see now why, after weaning him from the breast, he asked to sleep
with me at night. It was innocent enough and I thought nothing of it. As
he grew older, when he was 12 or 13 years old, I should have seen the
warning signs.
It should never have happened, but I thought nothing of it at the time.
One night as he slept I noticed the bulge in his pajamas. My curiosity got
the best of me, and I carefully lifted his waistband. I gazed upon a
sleeping giant. For his age his cock was very large.
I quietly turned my back to him, immediately overcome with guilt. I was
ashamed of myself for looking at my son's cock, but at the same time my
body betrayed me. I squirmed as I pressed my hand between my legs. My
fingers found my swollen clit, which I gently rubbed while I thought about
my son's cock.
He was always scared of the dark, and his nights in my bed became more
frequent which I encouraged rather than discouraged for selfish reasons.
Thinking that he was asleep, I would look at his cock, but I soon became
bolder and started to touch him. If I thought for a moment that he had any
clue of what I was doing, I would never take such liberties.
I know I'm making excuses for myself. A good mother would not do that
to her son. I crossed a line that I never should have crossed.
Unfortunately, I can't go back and change what happened, but I can try to
make things right. That's the only reason why, with reluctance. I gave my
son a blow job. His self-esteem desperately needed bolstering.
I know that he is still obsessed with me, and I'm sure he fantasizes
about me. If he's ever to lead a normal life, I need to help him end that
obsession.
"Are you alright?" Mary asked, bringing me back to reality.
I looked up at her not even aware of what she said my head hurt so
badly.
"Excuse me?" I asked.
"I was just wondering if you are feeling all right, Ms. Catalano," Mary
asked.
"To be honest, Mary, I feel like hell," I said laughing.
"You were in real bad shape last night. Gary and Matt had a hard time
getting you up here. I bathed you, but I don't even think you were aware
of what was going on."
"No, I had no idea. I must've really been out like a light," I replied.
"I know you're not feeling well, Ms. Catalano, but you're well
overdue..."
"Yes, I know, I need to express," I said, interrupting her.
"Would you like a pump or would you like me take care of it for you?"
Mary asked playfully.
I really wasn't up to listening to the droning of the pumps, but at the
same time I didn't want to encourage Mary. But in the end my pounding
headache won out.
"I would really appreciate it if you would take care of it for me," I
replied.
Mary needed no further encouragement as she pulled the covers back. She
leaned over and licked my left nipple. She ran her tongue all over it as
it began to harden, and then she nipped at it lightly before she took it in
her mouth. I laid my head back and closed my eyes as the milk began to
flow. The girl was inexorable as she sucked on my nipple, avariciously.
She was like a machine. Her sucking was constant, persistent and
unrelenting.
As the milk drained from my left tit, Mary's fingers played lightly over
my abdomen and gradually worked their way down to my pussy. She ran her
fingernails lightly up and down my outer pussy lips, causing me to tremble.
"Please, Mary, I had a rough night," I said weakly.
"I know. I'm just trying to help you relax. You're so beautiful. You
have such awesome tits, Ms. Catalano. There absolutely huge, and yet you
have such a small bone structure. I'll try to control myself," she said as
she resumed sucking greedily on my nipple.
Maybe it was a mistake. I probably should have insisted on the breast
pump.
Mary was good to her word for about five minutes when her fingers
betrayed her and again began to wander. Her index finger circled my hard
throbbing clit as she took my right nipple into her mouth. My resistance
was breaking down, and it was easier to lay back and enjoy the warmth that
was enveloping me rather than protest.
She continued to tease me with her fingers, while her mouth drained my
tits dry. Her fingers wandered down over my engorged pussy lips and spread
them apart intimating that she might enter me, but they always retreated at
the last moment, leaving me in a highly aroused state.
By the time my tits were completely depleted of milk, I was in heat. My
pussy was sopping wet and begging for the attention that it was denied. I
would be a hypocrite if I asked Mary to get me off after telling her that
she had to stop playing her games. Besides it would be seen as a sign of
weakness on my part and definitely give her the upper hand. I couldn't do
that. I would just lay back and suffer until she left. Then I could get
myself off.
"I noticed last night while I was bathing you that you have some nasty
welts on your ass. What happened?" Mary asked.
"It was my brother-in-law," I replied bitterly, remembering the
enjoyment he got out of whipping me.
"Are you serious, Ms. Catalano?" she asked.
"Yes, and I could do nothing about it," I complained.
"Why don't you turn over, and I'll put some lotion on you. That will
definitely help," she suggested.
I was quite mellow by now and actually thought that that would be
relaxing. I certainly needed to relax. I had a wedding to attend later
today.
"That sounds, good. Thanks, Mary," I said rolling over.
"That's what I'm here for, Ms. Catalano," Mary replied as she grabbed
the bottle of lotion.
Mary concentrated on my ass that was bruised badly. She also worked
lotion into my shoulders and back before returning to my lower region. She
applied more lotion to my bruises as her fingers slowly worked in circles,
pulling my ass cheeks apart. I felt the cool air on my private parts as
her fingers strayed closer to my puckered anus.
She knew me all too well. She knew that my pussy was on fire, and that
she could do just about anything to me without protest.
"It must have been awful for you last night," she said softly as her
index finger entered my rectum.
"Oooooooooohhhhhhhhhh! What are you doing, Mary?" I moaned.
"I'm just trying to help you relax," she whispered as she leaned over
and kissed me on the nape of my neck.
Soon a second and then a third finger joined her first as she reamed out
my asshole. I wanted to protest, but God it felt so good. I was close and
ready to cum when she suddenly withdrew her fingers.
"Don't stop now, damn it!" I protested.
I lay there with my pussy leaking like a faucet. This damn girl knew
exactly how to play me. She pushed all the right buttons to get me going
and have her way with me.
"That brother-in-law of yours was too rough with you, Ms. Catalano, but
I'll be much gentler," she said lightly smacking my ass. "Get up on your
hands and knees."
I couldn't think. I was so damn horny. I struggled up on my hands and
knees and felt her pressing something against my rosebud. I looked over my
shoulder and saw the large black strap-on she was wearing.
"What are you doing, Mary?"
"Just relax, Ms. Catalano, you're in good hands," she hissed as she
pushed forward and buried the black monster up my ass.
I knew then that it was going to be a very long day. How would I ever
prepare myself for my brother's wedding, mentally, physically, or
emotionally?
"That's it," she whispered in my ear as she reached under me and grabbed
my long stiff nipples. "Enjoy the ride."
I was delirious as she pounded the black monster up my ass while at the
same time pulling and twisting on my nipples. The longest day of my life
was just beginning.
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