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Subject: Incest story: "Johnnys Closet" part 9
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Johnnys Closet
Part 9
Moms friends started arriving at 7:30, right on time. She had signed
up 25 women, neighbors, co-workers, other friends and a couple of family
members two older cousins and my only aunt, moms older sister
Samantha.
They all knew the drill, because mom had mailed them each a letter of
instructions: There was a trunk of lingerie in the living room, various
styles in different colors and sizes. Bras from 32AA to 48DD, frilly
panties from small to XXL and other things I had never heard of. ("What
the fuck is a teddy?" I asked Marie when we had sneaked one of the letters
into my room. "No idea," she said.)
The 48DD and XXL stuff was for Aunt Samantha, we guessed. Sam was 45
and a rather large gal. When I had started appreciating tits, about two
years earlier, I developed a healthy appreciation for her. She always wore
too many clothes for me get a line on exactly what her boobs looked like,
but I could tell they were massive. I was getting drippy just thinking
about finally seeing them tonight.
The smallest size, we suspected, were for moms friend Cherry, who
lived next door. As far as I could tell, Cherry had no tits at all. Id
watched her the summer before in her backyard garden. She was digging up
the soil, preparing to plant flowers and vegetables, and was wearing
nothing on top except one of her husbands V-neck undershirts.
I walked into the yard to say hi. Well, really to get a peek, which is
about all I did that summer: try to get views through girls armholes or
down their shirts or up their skirts. I was a regular Industrial Strength
Voyeur Machine.
Cherry had looked up and smiled, but kept digging. For a second or two,
when she tilted her head to greet me, I got a straight-through view of her
chest. Or what passed as her chest. There were two dark spots, her small
but pointed nipples, but hell, I already had made them out through the
shirt. As for actual breasts, nothing.
Still, even though she wasnt much more developed than my little sister
Marie, who was 10 at the time, the thought of seeing something I shouldnt
got me excited. It still does, many years and thousands of tits later.
Well, Marie and I soon would be seeing those nipples, and Aunt Sams,
and 20 or so other pair, plus tits and pussies and asses of just about
every woman Id ever fantasized about.
I looked out of my window at the driveway below. A car was pulling up,
a red convertible with the top down.
"Oh, my God!" I said.
"WHAT?" Marie said.
"Its Miss Garland!"
"Your teacher? That Miss Garland?"
"Holy shit! Im gonna see Miss Garlands tits and pussy!"
My very, very first cum-spurting jerk-off had been while thinking about
Miss Garland, who had come for dinner when I was 10 as part of a
parent-teacher meeting mom had organized. Miss Garland was the tallest
woman I had ever seen, about 6 feet tall, I would say. As a result, her
boobs huge melons that bounced when she walked lined up exactly with
my eyes. She had arrived that night four years before with no bra on. Dad
was still living with us then, and I noticed that he got very quiet during
the meal. Mom was all friendly and bubbly, and I guess its because of the
lesbian thing, which no one but dad knew about yet.
Well, I dont think Miss Garland caught me staring during that meal,
but if she did, she didnt say anything.
I raced to my room after dinner and tore into my pants. I had been
rubbing my cock for a couple of years, but had never actually cum. The
rubbing simply felt good, like when you have to pee real bad and finally
do. But nothing else had happened.
That night was different. I lay on my back and rubbed the top of my
cock against my stomach, as usual, with the side of my thumb. But after
about two minutes I felt a strange pumping starting up, something I
couldnt stop if I tried. And before I realized what was happening, my
stomach was covered with a white liquid, sort of a combination of Elmers
Glue and the stuff I used to slick my hair down.
I loved that feeling. And, I was sure, I loved Miss Garland. She had
made me cum!
So you can imagine how I felt when, four years later, I was assigned to
her classroom. On the first day I fought three guys for the seat in front
of her desk, so maybe, just maybe, Id get an occasional glance at her
panties. As it turned out, I got a view like that almost every day. Either
Miss Garland was an exhibitionist or the dumbest 6-foot-tall woman in the
world. See, her legs wouldnt fit under the opening in her desk, which was
on a riser at the front of the class. So she sat there every fuckin
day! with her legs straight as an arrow and pointing through the
opening, spread in a "V" that showed me her white (and sometimes black)
panties. When they were white, which was about every other day, and if the
light coming in from the back window was right, I could almost make out a
dark patch up there.
And here she was goddamn Miss Garland! getting out of her red
sports car and walking into our house, just so I could watch her take her
clothes off!
"You lucky little shit!" Marie joked.
"Hey, youre the lucky one, remember?" I said. "You can cum 10 times a
day."
It was true. Marie masturbated hourly, while I was limited to no more
than four, and that was on a good day. I had used all of the self-control
I could muster that day to save myself for this peeping session, and so I
had three decent jerk-offs left.
It took about a half-hour for everyone to arrive. When they were all
seated in the living room, we tiptoed to the top of the stairs and heard
mom go over the instructions. There were 50 outfits, all different. Each
of the guests would get two and a number to show what order to model in.
Mom had asked them all for their sizes and, using that chart gave out all
the lingerie. Then each picked a number from a basket. As soon as Number
One was chosen and we couldnt tell who got it we had to race back to
my bedroom. In a few seconds, we heard footsteps going into the bathroom.
I had placed my chair in the closet just below my peephole. Marie was
squatting low, looking through the hole she had made six months earlier.
Both holes were virtually impossible to see from the bathroom itself,
because we had placed them carefully on the black centers of flowers on
the wallpaper.
I flipped on my flashlight, turned out the ceiling light, and made sure
a pile of tissues was on the closet shelf, in case Marie was too busy to
swallow this time.
And then we looked.
It was Aunt Sam! What a great way to start the show! My legs were
shaking. I was only seconds away from seeing her mountainous tits.
Sam was holding the huge bra and panties that mom had chosen for her.
The bra, white with cups of a see-through mesh, looked like it had a life
of its own. It stood up straight when she lifted it to the light to
examine it more closely. Seemed like there was a thick wire running
around the bottom of each giant cup, making each one look more like a
butterfly net than a bra.
Sam started to undress. I could hear mom calling out the rest of the
numbers below 8, 9, 10 and the rest of the ladies laughing when seeing
the items they would model.
It was lucky that mom had a way to go, because Sam took ages to strip.
First came the sweater. Then the pants. Then her flannel shirt. Then her
stockings, which were attached at their tops to a stretchy thing with some
kind of hooks. Then a T-shirt that had been under the flannel. Then the
stretchy thing, which she had to tug and pull on to get down off her
thighs.
Finally, Sam was down to a bra and panties, both of them black, so it
was impossible to see through them. I stood there pumping my cock faster
and faster in anticipation of finally seeing Aunt Sams nipples and cunt.
I looked down for a second to see what Marie was doing. She had the
flashlight in one hand, shining right on my dick, watching my every move.
Her other hand was moving at double speed inside her pussy, which was so
drippy I could see a dark puddle forming on the closet floor, half pee,
half that sexy moisture that I love to smell and taste when I eat her out.
Shed watch me for a few seconds, then move to the hole to check Sams
progress, then back to see if Id cum yet. I almost laughed; she resembled
one of those little wind-up toys from Germany, the kind that clockmakers
would fashion for kids.
I realized that 10 precious seconds had gone by and quickly turned back
to the bathroom hole, refocusing. AND THERE THEY WERE! The largest breasts
and nipples I had ever seen! Sam had removed her bra and was bending down
to pull off her panties. When she did, and I saw those mammoths rock
side-to-side as she struggled with the panties, I went over the edge. My
second load of the day squirted out in five wonderful shots, landing on
closets back wall.
Marie, following the path of my cum with the light, also came, adding
about an ounce to the pee spot below. She dripped out a little more than
she usually does when she has an orgasm. I figured that was because of the
squatting position, but didnt want to waste time thinking about it.
Marie and I now both were watching Sam. Her panties off, she looked
down at her mountain of black hair and reached into the middle, as if she
was searching for something. We saw what it was in a second. A thin white
string appeared in Sams fingers and, lifting one leg onto the toilet
seat, she crouched a little and pulled on the thread. Slowly, a tiny tube
of what looked like a cotton cylinder appeared, all bloody and red.
"She had her period!" Marie said.
"Oh, gross!" I whispered. I knew about periods, and had seen moms box
of those cotton things, but had never understood exactly what they were. I
felt disgusted but, at the same time, excited because I was watching
something forbidden. I was hard again but I knew I had to save my jerking
for others, especially Miss Garland.
Sam took another cotton thing out of a little plastic tube and stuck
that fresh one into her pussy. She wrapped the red one in some toilet
paper and pushed it to the bottom of the trash can. Id get it later and
smell it, I told Marie. Smell was a major turn-on for me, as she knew.
"When I get my period, will you smell me?" she asked, shining the light
onto her face so I could see her smile?
I didnt have to answer. She knew I would.
I went back to the hole justin time to see Sam hooking the back of the
bra in front of her and swiveling it around so the cups covered her tits.
The panties were already on. They were white, too, and you could see
her dark pubic hair through them. She picked up moms hand mirror and
angled it so she could see just how dark the patch was.
"Shit!" I heard her say. She was not at all please about having to
parade around in front of 24 others in this outfit.
"SAM!" mom shouted from below. "Were ready!"
"Shit!" Sam said again. And then, taking a deep breath, she walked out
and down the stairs. We heard applause and whistles, a little giggling,
and then more applause. And the party had begun.
The next five women came and went in what seemed like a flash. I
couldnt believe this parade of tits and pussy. Marie continued to squat
and watch both me and the hole. I stared into the hole and rubbed my cock
gently, waiting for it to recharge.
First came Cherry with her flat chest and pointy nipples. The only
surprise there was the fact that she had no pubic hair at all. "She
shaves," Marie explained to me, "just like some men shave their beards."
"Why?" I whispered.
"I think some guys like to see the slit with no hair around it," she
said. I decided to think about that later. Its been years now, and I can
report that the jury is still out. Ive seen hundreds of bushes and
hundreds of clean-shaven pussies, and each one of them has a personality
of its own. No, I had developed no preference. Show me a cunt and Ill
look at it, hairy or shaved.
I didnt know the next two women. I guessed they were people who
worked with mom. Gave em both a B-plus: nice medium-sized tits and dark
triangles of hair down below.
The next two were blondes, and that was fun. They shared the bathroom,
and I expected a little sex play but there was none. Each helped the other
on with those things called teddies. One took a pee and the other sort of
glanced down while the first one wiped herself, but that was all.
And one of the blondes had a blonde bush, while the others was dark
brown. Marie explained that to me, too.
The fifth was this tough-looking lady with short hair, a leather skirt
and boots. She put on the leather bra she had been issued and then started
fiddling with a strange straplike thing, trying to fit it around her hips
and between her legs. Marie was transfixed.
"Wow!" she said. "Theres a penis on that!"
"Huh?" I said. I angled my view to look downward and, sure enough, she
had strapped on a contraption that made a footlong penis stick out from
her pussy!
"What the fuck is that?" I said.
"No idea," Marie said, "but it is a real turn on!"
Ahh, my little sister. Shes never seen a cock she didnt like, fake or
real, not in the 15 years weve been doing this now.
I was ready to go now, hard as a rock and, it seemed, a little
thicker than usual. And the timing was perfect. As the cock-lady made her
way downstairs and we heard raucous laughter from the crowd, more
footsteps approached. And in walked my dreamgirl, Miss Garland.
She was carrying a red bra and red lacy panties. But it looked like
they were broken. There were holes in the front of each bra cup, and the
panties were missing some fabric between the legs. She looked at the two
pieces and smiled. Guess theres nothing wrong, I said to myself.
I started to jerk as she began to remove her blouse, but I felt a hand
grab mine.
"Here, this is special for you," Marie said. "You concentrate, and Ill
suck you off."
"God, I love you," I said.
"And I love you," she answered. "Now, lets go!"
Marie started sucking my already drenched cock slowly. I looked into
the bathroom and saw my 6-foot-tall teacher starting to remove her panties
and bra. I got a little light-headed and almost lost my balance, but Marie
steadied me by putting her two hands on my butt. Her mouth continued its
gentle back-and-forth motion, and I glued my eyes to Miss Garlands bra.
She reached behind her and unhooked the garment, then took two fingers
and slid the straps off her shoulders. The bra still was on, held up by
her tits alone. She stuck the same two fingers into the cups and peeled
them off, revealing two pure white breasts, a little smaller than moms
40DDs. She slipped on the red bra and looked down at the holes in the
front.
NOW I knew what the holes were for! To show the nipples. Hers were
light brown and about the size of a 50-cent piece. They were awesome, I
thought, but a frown on her face indicated something was wrong.
She started to rub and then pinch them, I think to make them stand up
and point out of the bra, but they simply wouldnt cooperate. She shook
her head and then pulled off her panties those white panties I had spied
so many times.
There it was: Her beautiful pussy. And there was the hair, brown and
soft, but only a little of it. This, I thought to myself, was the best of
both possible worlds. Miss Garland apparently wanted to keep her pubic
hair, just not too much of it. I stared and could see those short hairs
and the slit hiding beneath them. She pulled on the red lace panties and
adjusted them so the slit was centered in the hole. Then she looked back
at her nipples. They were as flat as before.
She cursed and rubbed them again, this time harder, but nothing
happened. Then her eyes widened, as if she had come up with a solution.
She went to our medicine cabinet and opened it. What on earth could she
find in there, I wondered, to make nipples get erect? She scanned each
shelf and then and I couldnt believe this she picked up my hair
brush. She took the bristly part and held it tightly in her right hand and
then ran the plastic handle under the water for a few seconds.
Then she got down on the floor, spread her legs as wide as she could,
and started to insert the handle into her pussy. She stopped and spit on
her fingers a few times and rubbed the wetness into her hole, then tried
the handle again. In a second it was an inch inside, then two, finally all
the way in, about four inches of hard, black plastic.
She rotated her hips and lifted them a few inches off the floor, then
started to rock the head of the brush from side to side, so that the
handle found every nook inside her cunt. Then she started pulling the
handle out and shoving it back in, first slowly and then more quickly. I
could see the handle glistening each time she pulled it out. My God, I
thought, Miss Garland is fucking herself with my hairbrush!
I heard a gurgling sound come from below. It was Marie. Christ! I was
so enthralled with my teachers masturbation show, I had cum in Maries
mouth and didnt even realize it.
Marie sucked out the last drop of my jizz and swallowed it, licking her
lips and patting me on the ass. "Great cum," she said. "A record eight
squirts," she said.
I didnt have time to gloat. I watched Miss Garland stand up and put
the brush back in the cabinet. I hadnt seen her wash it off! God, I
couldnt wait to get in there to smell the handle. But I had promised mom
wed stay in my room all evening.
Miss Garland was now standing up, looking down again at her nipples.
Naturally, I looked, too. And there they were, pointy and perky as my dick
gets when I think about naked girls. So thats why she had masturbated. I
remembered that every time Marie and I play around, her buds swell up.
Guess that was the case with grown-ups, too.
The next two hours flew by. I saw more tits and cunts than in six
months worth of Playboy. Most of the women simply went into the bathroom,
stripped and threw on their lingerie. Two others masturbated, but with
their hands, not with my brush or anything else in there.
Mom and our sister Barb went in together (I guess mom had "arranged"
for them to get consecutive numbers), and sucked each others tits for a
few minutes but didnt really have time to go into their normal, hot
routine.
They wrapped things up by 11:30, long after my fourth and final cum.
Marie was going to stop at 10 but decided to go for a record. For her 11th
orgasm she asked me to bend over and spread my butt cheeks as wide as I
could. I complied anything to help someone cum! She started rubbing her
pussy with her right hand while sticking the index finger of her left hand
deep in my asshole. I looked around to see what she was doing: In went the
finger I could feel it probing deeply and out it went, straight to her
nose. She took a long, deep sniff, enjoying the odor of my shithole. Then
in again, out, sniff. In, out, sniff. The rhythm was hypnotizing, and each
time she poked I felt something happen down at the base of my cock.
"I looove this smell, Johnny," Marie said.
"And I love all of your smells," I said to her, although I hadnt tried
this particular brand yet. I promised myself Id check it out the next
day, maybe right after shed taken a crap.
She came in a few seconds, then wiped her finger on a tissue and
smelled the slightly soiled stain it left. I was all cum out, but I was
intrigued by the interesting sensation I had felt each time her fingertip
had reached its deepest penetration.
I vowed to follow that up, too. Tomorrow would be a good day, I thought.
A day of smells and orgasms and if our plan worked of the beginning of
our financial empire.
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