AUTHOR	Bobbi Young & Philimus
DATE ADDED	10th August 2002
AUTHOR EMAIL
STORY CODES	M/M/M/M/F, gang, cum, celeb, tv

"Wow," Bud said, still slightly out of breath. "That was great, Kel. You
are such a hot little piece of pussy." We had been doing it doggy-style
when he exploded all over my insides. With a grunt he rolled off of me,
trailing a long sticky string of cum from the end of his dick into my
cunt. Ever since I helped him pop his cherry two years ago, we would
have sex when I was in the mood for something right then and there, but
didn't want to bother going out or calling some stud for a quick one. It
was a matter of convenience for me, nothing more, as I explained to him
yet again.

"Cool it troll," I told him. "I just gave you a piece because I was
horny and I know what a big cock you have between your legs. That
doesn't mean you did a good job. You've got a lot to learn about how to
use that thing."

In spite of my words, I was a bit out of breath myself. My brother's
10-inch slab of meat got hard as a rock, and it felt so fantastic
sliding in and out of my tight wet twat. I was glad that my dad wasn't
around to get in the way of my fun. In fact, I was even happier that he
was out of town altogether. I mean, he's a nice guy and everything, but
he's just a shoe salesmen. And he always wants to beat up my boyfriends
who come by the house to see me. It really cramps my social life.
Fortunately, he was up in Wanker County, Wisconsin, with my mom, Peg, at
their annual Inbred Olympics. I think this year's main event is the
Walking Upright Contest. The winner gets the Trojan Gold Condom Medal.

And I had a plan. Ever since I turned 18 and got a cool new job dancing
at the Nudie Bar, I'd been thinking about how I could get ahead in my
career as an entertainer. This might just be the perfect opportunity. My
dad didn't like me dancing naked at the club, with all of his friends
watching, but it was time he learned that I wasn't just his "pumpkin"
anymore. And besides, his main claim to fame was that he once scored
four touchdowns in a single game of high school football, so how could
he talk?

"Jeez Kelly," Bud said, "why d'ya always have to put me down? If you
don't like the way I fuck you, then teach me how you do want it."
Really, Bud is such a child when it comes to women.

"Because, gnome," I told him, "you ask for it. Ever since I had mercy on
you and gave you your first taste of pussy, you've done nothing but moan
about how you want a regular girlfriend. But you never do anything
serious to go after it. You guys are all such animals. All you really
want is a girl's cunt to sink your bone into."

"That's not fair, sis," Bud answered. "You know I stand up for you."

"Oh yeah," I said. "Then I'll make a bet with you here and now,
Masturbator B."

"That's Grandmaster B," he protested.

"All right, Tallywacker Wee. I'll bet you here and now. I can prove it
to you that you men are nothing but a pack of horndogs. Before the night
is over, I can get all of dad's fellow 'NO MA'AM' losers to gangbang me
without a second thought about getting caught. If you're right and I'm
wrong, I'll wake you up with a blowjob every day for a week and tell my
friend Brandi that she should try being your girlfriend for a month or
two. If I'm right and you're wrong then you have to agree to keep
managing my career for 20 percent instead of 70 percent." I'd never
thought it seemed fair that Bud was charging me almost three-quarters of
my fee just to set up the jobs I was getting. I mean, being the
Verminator, and the Weenie-Tot Queen, and the Waist-Away Diet Girl in
commercials wasn't exactly getting me anywhere professionally. I longed
to spread my legs and fly like the seagull.

"OK Kelly, you're on." Bud said. "But look, you can't be serious. I
mean, those guys are all dad's friends. And you're forgetting that dad
founded the National Organization of Men Against Amazonian Masterhood.
They'll never go for it. He would kill them if he ever found out."

"Just give me a couple of hours and be here later tonight, say, around
10 or 11, if you want some real eye candy," I said.

Little did he know, I had a foolproof idea for how to make this bet pay
off. And I knew it would work because fools are so ingenious. In fact,
if this evening went the way I hoped it would, it could even open up a
whole new career for me.

It was already 4 o' clock in the afternoon, so I had to get ready for my
next dance session at the Nudie Bar at 7. Fortunately, it was a Friday
night. By coincidence I happened to know that all of daddy's "NO MA'AM"
friends went to the Nudie Bar on Friday nights. After a quick shower, I
made sure to wear my flimsiest outfit to work, choosing a cute, white,
off-the-shoulder tube-top that left my firm tummy bare but hugged my
full tits, a push-up bra to make my boobs even more noticeable, and a
pair of sexy red lace panties and a tight black leather mini-skirt that
showed off my nice round ass perfectly. And once I got on stage I did
the most erotic, sexual dance I could think of to tease the crowd. I've
been around long enough to know that the best girls sell more than just
a pretty bod, they sell imagination. And I had plenty to spare.

I could see all of daddy's friends sitting out at the tables in the
dark, the occassional sweep of a spotlight illuminating them. There was
Griff, who I knew well by the way his tongue licked my clit and how his
huge black cock split my pretty pink ring of cunt muscle wide open.
There was Officer Dan, one of Chicago's Finest studs, who always shot
real messy, sloppy wet loads of sperm in my face and on my body every
time we would have sex together. There was Old Man McGinty, who in spite
of his age still had a nice thick poker that knew how to make me feel
real good inside. I had squirted my juice all over his meat more than
once before.

Then there was Jefferson D'Arcy, my first girlfriend Marcy's husband,
who was always staring at me with lust in his eyes. And there was Bob
Rooney and his buddy Ike who came to every "NO MA'AM" meeting in my
dad's garage, and who also grew massive lumps in their pants whenever
they saw me. Individually, I had already screwed half of them just for
kicks at one time or another. I did not doubt for a moment that they
would all use me sexually if I gave them half a chance.

And why not? No matter what some people might say about me being a slut
or a tramp or whatever, I never felt that way myself. Actually, I
thought I was pretty innocent about it. I was a girl. I enjoyed sex. I
loved being with men and pleasing a man sexually. I never took any crap
from a guy but I also got a kick out of satisfying them and having them
pump their creamy white seed into me (and on me) for fun. It made me
feel so feminine and fresh and wanted. And my partners always took care
of me too. They would feed me well before we ever even got to the
physical part of it. Heck, I might have starved if I couldn't deal with
that kind of _squid pro quo_. That's why I always say "one gland washes
the other." What could be wrong with that? Hey, I may be easy but I'm
not cheap.

If other people wanted to call it bad or dirty, that was their problem.
I only wanted to be happy and I was willing to give as much as I
received. If some asshole thought I was a whore because of it, I really
could not care less. And besides, I thought, those multiple orgasms with
their gobs of gooey jism would be my ticket to stardom. It might be a
sleazy kind of fame, but anything would be better than a series of
second-rate blue-collar jobs that barely pay more than minimum rage.
First, however, I needed my troll of a little brother to help me, even
if he didn't know he was just a pawn in my game.

Anyway, it all turned out to be even easier than I expected. What's the
expression? "A cock in the bush beats one in two hands," or something
like that. After my set was over, I got dressed as fast as I could and
walked up to the guys' table while they were waiting for the next girl
to come onstage. I was careful to forget my bra when I put my clothes
back on, and to massage my nipples to get them stiff before I came out
again, so I could be certain of making an impression on the men. They
greeted me enthusiastically and I saw immediately that they all had that
familiar bulge in the crotch of their trousers. Without hesitating to
risk losing the opportunity, I leaned forward so that everyone could get
a good look at my breasts, and softly said, "If you boys want more than
just a dance, take me home and I'll treat you to a real good time."

"But what about Al?" whined Jefferson, the wimp. I should have known he
would be the one to worry about getting beat up by my dad.

"And Peggy," Bob Rooney said. "Won't she be there, too?"

"No fellas," I told them. "Mom and dad are both up in Dogpatch for the
weekend, so we'll have the house to ourselves. But if you aren't
interested, I guess I can always find some other guys to play with me,"
I added, pouting slightly, and letting my voice drop into that
disappointed, little girl tone that works so well with every man I've
ever known. "Too bad, though," I said as a parting shot. "I sure am
horny tonight."

That did it. They settled their bill in about 30 seconds and the next
thing I knew I was in the back seat of Marcy and Jefferson's
Mercedes-Benz, headed home with Officer Dan's hands squeezing my hooters
and grabbing at the furry little wet thing between my legs. He slipped a
finger deep into my pussy and began rubbing my clit in a circular
motion. We kissed passionately and I looked up at the rear-view mirror
to see Bob Rooney following us close behind in his car, driving Griff
and Ike and Old Man McGinty over to my house on Jeopardy Lane.

To tell the truth, I was a bit nervous about the gangbang. I even had a
few butterflies in my stomach. I mean, I had balled a lot of men since I
first got laid when I was 12. I could screw like a champ. But I still
had never been with more than two guys in one night before. This was
going to be a much more intense sexual experience than anything else I
had ever done. The stakes were bigger now. I wasn't merely putting out
to one rich old coot who would buy me a decent meal. Don't misunderstand
me. Knowing that I was about to get pounded by half a dozen men at one
time excited me tremendously. It's just that the idea of taking such
large amounts of cum in a single fuck session sort of overwhelmed me
too. Soon I would be drenched with their jism. It was gonna feel so
neat!

We seemed to get there in no time. It was a good thing, too. My sheer
lace panties were already soaked with the slippery juices gushing out of
my pussy. I glanced at my watch. It was 9:30. Excellent, I thought. This
will give me 30 minutes to an hour to get things cooking before Bud
comes in to check out the scene, and with any luck I would be getting
stuffed in all of my holes when I sprang my surprise on the guys. I
could hardly wait.

Jefferson parked the car in the space usually reserved for my dad's
Dodge, and we all practically raced into the house to get down to our
fun and games. As soon as I was through the front door I began ripping
off my top and unhooking my mini-skirt. I got a beach blanket from the
shelf of the closet as I turned on the lights, and helped Jefferson move
the coffee table out of the way so that we would have somewhere to play.
I draped the blanket over the floor to keep us from making a mess with
our fluids. Then I pulled off my panties and stood incandescently nude
before all of the men in the room. I knew I had to establish my command
of the situation fast or there could be problems.

"All right boys," I said, '"let's party. You please me and I'll please
you."

In a flash I was on my back on the floor leaning up against my parent's
hideous sofa. Griff was between my legs, eating my pussy, and I had Ike
and Officer Dan rubbing their hard cocks all over my pretty face. I
opened my mouth and started blowing both of them really good, licking
their rigid rods with just the tip of my tongue, wrapping my warm lips
around their shafts, swallowing the giant wads of sperm they shot past
my gums and teeth, straight down my throat to ecstacy. I could feel
every bulge and ridge of the pulsing veins in Officer Dan's dark black
prick as he fed me his seed. Then, when he was finished coming in my
face, I used my sweet pink tongue to wash the swollen purplish head of
his cock clean again.

Meanwhile, I felt Griff doing his delicious work on my womanhood,
kissing and nibbling at my tender cunt lips and finger-banging me with
his thumb on my clitoris and his tongue probing deep into my pussy. I
put my hand behind his head and pushed him into my crotch like I had so
many men push my head into theirs. He slurped greedily. Soon it was more
than I could bear and I came in Griff's face, feeling him drink in the
sweet cunt butter of my hot little pussy.

He clearly saw this as his signal to mount me and fuck me raw. Griff
climbed on top of me missionary style and began to drive his massive
black pork sword deep into me, with the kind of long hard strokes he
knew I liked. He seized me by my ankles and pulled my legs apart to get
a better angle for our fucking. I could feel his balls slapping full
force against my twat and the end of his cock rubbing lewdly over the
back of my pussy. I experienced that familiar stretching sensation of
his pole stuffing my organ tightly, as warm drops of pre-cum began to
flow out of Griff's knob and coat the walls of my box. That turned me on
so much that I wanted to watch what he was doing to me, so I looked down
to see the contrast of his throbbing black poker sliding completely in
and out of my tender pink hole. It was so hot that I realized I was
about to have an orgasm. I reached out and began fondling his nuts with
my hand, lightly running my white fingers over the dark gooseflesh bag
of his manhood.

The next thing I knew, I had Bob Rooney straddling my shoulders and
shoving his big ugly meat into my face. I sucked him hard, trying to
concentrate on Griff's elegant thick shaft inside me, and not see Bob
Rooney's fat hairy belly just above his dick. In a few seconds, my cunt
muscles contracted around Griff's prick and I lost control of my body,
drenching him with my cream. I felt him shoot fireworks into my body. I
never knew a man could spray that much cum before. It was unreal, like
I'd tapped into a year's supply of his seed.

After he finally finished emptying his balls into me, I reached up to
stroke his arm and thank him for fucking me so good. I always did like
rough sex; these clowns who want to make love are for the birds. As a
bonus, Bob Rooney completed the oral sex with me too. It happened when
he felt me spasm all over Griff. As I recall, I was deep-throating him
at the time, the head of his tool pressing past my gag reflex, jerking
and twitching like a magic wand gone berserk, and sending his sperm
straight down my esophagus.

"Damn Kelly, you must be the best cocksucker in the world," Bob Rooney
said. "That was awesome!" I accepted his compliment in the spirit with
which it was intended. He must have shot a quart of his greasy hot jism
into my face before he was through. I licked a wad of his sex off my
lips and swallowed it as well. His spunk was matted in my beautiful,
long, soft blonde hair, and everywhere else, even on my cheeks. I told
myself, this is the sort of sacrifice every actress must make if she
wants to be a star.

I hoped it wouldn't get too bizarre, though. Things got a little out of
hand for a moment or two after I took Jefferson and Old Man McGinty
doggy-style until they relieved themselves in me as well. I arched my
back and spread my legs wider to offer them better access to my cunt. At
the same time I gently rocked up and down on my knees to match the
rhythm of their humping, so that we could both feel a deeper penetration
of my tight little hole. Jefferson had an enormous cock that stretched
me wide open, and Old Man McGinty could screw for a surprisingly long
time, some sort of trick he learned during the Korean War more than 50
years ago, he said. He ejaculated like only a true sex fiend could. He
filled me to overflowing, and when he eventually pulled his poker out of
me, he rolled me over and gushed a stream of his stuff from my nipples
to my belly button, leaving me completely covered with his jism. I
sighed in dazed satisfaction.

But that's when I ran into trouble. Officer Dan was back. And this time
he had an attitude and he wanted to hurt me. Just after I'd finished
fucking Jefferson and Old Man McGinty, he positioned me on my hands and
knees again, and then speared me from behind, talking urgently with
words that scared me.

"All right bitch, now take it in your ass," ordered Officer Dan, his
voice harsh as he slapped my bare bottom hard with the palm of his hand.
I didn't know quite what to say to this. I'd had guys spank me before,
of course, when I was a "bad" girl and everything, and it was all part
of a fantasy, but nothing like this. The change in Dan was terrifying
from the easygoing man who had come in my mouth with his swollen black
nightstick just a little while ago. Why is it that it's always the
authority figures who have the kinkiest fetishes? Most people can just
fuck for fun.

"Hey, you can't just..." I began to say, not really sure where I was
going, before I was interrupted.

"Whoa Kelly, looks like you were right about the bet. Who's the clown?"
said my brother Bud as he swung into the scene and pulled Officer Dan
off of me. Apparently he had been watching all the action from the foot
of the stairs, and had decided this was the time to intervene. It really
was brave, or stupid, of him to push it one step farther, saying, "You
can't talk to my sister that way." Then, to lighten the mood, he turned
to Dan and, with a smile, added, "Let me show you how she likes it in
her butt."

With that Bud quickly began to jump my bones good. I relaxed as he
climbed on top of me. He already had a huge hard-on from watching me
with the other guys. After stroking his cock back and forth inside my
wet pussy a few times to lubricate it with my juices, he slid it over my
bare bottom for a moment, and then proceeded to have very intense anal
sex with me. He wrapped his arms around my slender waist and started
feeling up my perky young tits. He lightly ran his fingers over my
tender nipples, and teased them playfully as he lunged forward and
stabbed his giant cock deep into my rear over and over again.

It felt like he was going to split me in two, but it also served to
break the tension. All of the other guys watching began to laugh at the
sight of my little brother boning me in my bottom, and then Officer Dan
did too. I was relieved when I saw him grinning lustfully as well. He
was at least 6 feet 4 inches tall and 220 pounds, and he could (and
would) have turned Bud into hamburger if he had wanted. Now he was happy
just to see me getting nailed in my tail the same way Bud had done it to
me many times before. I felt my vertical smile open more fully for the
bug's incredibly stiff muscular prick.

"That's it boy, fuck her pretty little rump," Officer Dan said
encouragingly. "See how deep you can make it go. Fill your sister's cute
bung with a big load of spunk."

But my brother just ignored Officer Dan. He was too busy drilling his
shaft in and out of my bottom and fighting to keep a grip on his nuts.
After another minute or two he couldn't stand it anymore, and the knot
of pressure burst from within him and into me.

"Oh Kelly, you've got such a nice tight ass," Bud cried out, as his dick
spurted powerful jets of cum deep inside my bowels. I know it sounds
crazy, but I felt so good and safe with that creep's hands on my breasts
and his sperm in my hole. I looked back between my legs and saw soapy
white globs of jism dripping down the silky soft skin of my inner
thighs. The strength in his throbbing member left me stunned. And I
could hardly believe how much stuff he had fired into my butt. Was this
really my little brother, the same little brother who had been so lame
in bed just earlier that day?

I tried to make a joke out of it. "Hey troll," I scolded Bud, "don't you
even know how to talk dirty to a girl?" I winked at Dan. But at the same
time I also gave Bud a look to let him know that I appreciated him
keeping an eye out for me. And the gangbang went on very well from
there.

It must have been about a half-hour later when I sprang my surprise. And
again, everything went even better than I could have hoped. After I
fucked Ike and Bob Rooney cowgirl-style and then missionary, I wound up
on all fours once more, with Griff below me so I could impale my tight
little pussy on his organ, and a much nicer Officer Dan getting his
rocks off in my butt. I felt him push my buns around his meat, and the
friction between his big black cock in my ass and Griff's long dark dick
in my cunt almost drove me wild with pleasure. I bucked my smooth hips
up and down on the two men and we all had a blast. Literally.

To top it all off, I had Jefferson stand in front of me and feed me his
meat too. For the first time I understood why Marcy had married him.
Jefferson may be a useless, aging, pretty boy gigolo, but he has the
best cum I ever tasted. He must have a sweet tooth for chocolate or
other treats. Most guys are kind of bitter and salty, but he oozed jism
as yummy as honey. I know I must sound like a slut saying that. But a
girl can tell the difference. And I consider myself something of an
expert on the subject. I've licked a lot of semen off of men's cocks
since I first began sucking guys and swallowing their stuff. That was
back when I was still a kid too young to even have my hooters yet. I'm
not proud of it, but I'm not ashamed of it either. I'm only being
honest. Without a doubt, Jefferson's cream was just that, pure nut
butter that melted in my mouth like candy.

And somehow everything came together, so to speak. Jefferson put his
hand on the back of my head and pressed my face into his cock just as
Officer Dan began hammering my backside like there was no tomorrow. The
impact of his 9-inch penis set my knockers bouncing rapidly back and
forth, and sent Jefferson's beautiful meat deeper into my mouth.

"That's it Kelly," he said. "Use your tongue, girl. I want you to eat
all of my cum."

I did so eagerly, although under somewhat different circumstances than
he probably expected. I felt the heat building inside me from the
friction of Griff in my pussy and Officer Dan in my ass. And then the
dam smashed open in my cunt. I started to quiver violently with the most
incredibly intense multiple orgasms I've ever had. I was shaking and
trembling like a leaf in a hurricane, my body gushing a river of
fuck-juice all over the men in my holes, and I cried with happiness when
I felt them lose it too, blowing their loads deep into me as hard as
they could. Somehow, with men pumping me full in three places at once,
the sensations of coming were magnified. As Jefferson spurted in front
of me, the two black guys stuffed my little white body to overflowing
with their sperm, too. And I loved every drop of it.

But what no one else knew but me was that we were all being caught on
camera. Even when I was sucking Jefferson, I saw Marcy and Miranda out
of the corner of my eye, slipping in quietly from the door leading to
the garage, and filming us coming together in a hot tangled mess of a
girl being penetrated by too many men at once. After leaning in for a
close-up of me getting it good from my oblivious partners, Miranda and
her video engineer swung around to do a very professional stand-up intro
for the feature we had agreed on.

"This is Miranda Vera Cruz de Hoya Cardinal, for Spice Channel Action
News, bringing you the first in our documentary series of aspiring young
porn stars. Tonight, on special assignment from the suburbs of Chicago,
and in conjunction with Marcy D'Arcy of the local women's group
Feminists Against Neanderthal Guys, we bring you a bonus expose on the
group of male chauvinist pig losers known as 'NO MA'AM.' You've seen
them lobbying for 'Psycho Dad' on television, you've heard of how they
kidnapped Jerry Springer, now witness them in all their depravity as
they violate the daughter of their own leader, Al Bundy. Tomorrow, live
at 5: an interview with Kelly Bundy. Film at 11."

"What the hell?" said a puzzled Officer Dan, as he pulled out of my
bottom.

"Hey, get that light out of my face," said Griff, as I rolled off of his
poker.

"Ah shit, Marcy, what are you doing here?" asked Jefferson, as he wiped
a wad of his sperm off onto my lips. Obviously, this wasn't the
brightest crowd in the universe. Jeez, what ignoramusus. And they call
me dumb.

"Can't you tell by now?" I answered him. "This is my audition video for
Spice Entertainment Group. If we can spike the ratings for the cable
news show and sell this tape on the pro-am circuit, I'm gonna be the
hottest girl in the business. Or, well, at least in the Midwest. Next
stop Hollywood." I didn't want to get too far ahead of myself. The most
successful careers almost always start with small steps in the
beginning. Look at Traci Lords. Twenty years ago she was getting facials
from Jaimie Gillis. Now she has her own show on the Sci-Fi Channel. And
you can make a comfortable living long before you get to that level.

Suddenly, though, things took a different direction from what I had
arranged so carefully.

"Cut that crap and get down here right now," I heard Officer Dan tell
Miranda, as he grabbed her by an arm and pulled her to the floor. He
pawed at Miranda and had her stripped bare in no time. I saw she did not
do much to resist.

"Here Bud, screw this piece," Dan said, handing Miranda over to my
little brother. The toad hopped to it like she was the last piece of
pussy he would ever have in his whole miserable life. And I have to
admit, Miranda was a looker. She had a magnificent body, very busty but
trim, with long dark hair that framed a lovely face possessing large
brown eyes and full pillowy lips.

Bud began eating Miranda with his tongue going a mile a minute over her
clit. I heard her moan with delight as the troll flickered the tip of it
across her cunt lips. I lost sight of them at that point, however. Bob
Rooney had gotten aroused again, and he took me missionary style, on my
back, skewering me with his meat-stick and showing more stamina than one
would expect for a guy in his shape.

While Bob Rooney fucked me, I saw Jefferson drag Marcy down and get her
nude too. In no time he begain eating his wife, lapping away at her
sopping wet cunt. We were lying right beside each other and he realized
I was watching him as I was getting it long and hard from Bob Rooney.
With a wicked cheesy grin, he turned to me, drew a gob of Marcy's cream
out of her pussy with his tongue, and said: "Mmm, tastes like chicken."

I cracked up laughing until I almost cried. It was hilarious. I couldn't
help it. You see, that's what my dad always called Marcy, a chicken, and
it was just one of those rare moments when you have to love the comic
timing of a perfect joke. And Jefferson didn't stop there. He then
masturbated Marcy deep in her hole for a couple of seconds, pulled out,
and licked her slick fluids off of his hand, saying, "That's
finger-licking good." And it occurred to me, this is what great sex
should always be: raw, naked, simple good times for everyone.

As I laughed uncontrollably, the spasms in my tummy made Bob Rooney
shoot his stuff in me again. It felt so great, I couldn't believe it.
While he was still creaming in my cunt, I turned my head and saw Miranda
now riding Bud cowgirl-style, and the video guy filming all of the
action with a monster-sized lump in his pants. "Now that's a tool a girl
could have some fun with," I thought, filing away the idea for use in
the very near future. He must have just about enough footage to cut my
audition tape. The dude was a hunk, tall and tanned, with broad
shoulders and flat abs. Maybe I should give him a taste of what I knew
he wanted.

But for the moment that would have to wait. Bud had just stitched off
Miranda to her climax, and relieved himself into her dripping cunt, but
she still wanted more. She and Marcy got into a passionate 69 that had
them both frantically kissing and licking each other's wet holes.
Miranda was over Marcy, on all fours, so Old Man McGinty climbed on her
back and began dicking her from behind, sliding his meat in and out of
her twat while Marcy played with her clit. I saw Old Man McGinty's bag
slapping hard against Miranda's mound as she creamed all over his poker
and Marcy eagerly lapped up their juices. Miranda was moaning with
pleasure and pressing her face even farther between Marcy's legs. It was
beautiful.

The sight got me turned on even more. I've always loved 69. It's the
best way to reach mutual orgasm with someone. Well, Marcy might be busy,
but I knew I could find a willing man to help me out. Or at least a
troll. My brother was lying next to me, cum still coating the head of
his now semi-hard prick. I had to give the boy credit: even after the
ride Miranda had given him, he looked good for one more pop.

"Hey Bud, it's time you took a refresher course in how to eat pussy," I
said, as I rolled over onto him. I started stroking his bone with one
hand, while also lowering my hips to give him full access to my cunt,
and using my other hand to spread my lips for his mouth. Usually, Bud
can't wait to eat me. But this time he hesitated.

"Um, I don't know Kel," he said. "You've had a lot of loads pumped in
there. You always taste great, sis, but I'm not so sure about these
other guys."

"Oh go ahead and lick me, gnome," I answered. "This is no time to get
squeamish about something as natural as your precious bodily fluids. If
you ever want a woman like Brandi to be your girlfriend, you're going to
have to learn how to be as nasty for her as you want her to be for you.
Now eat me!" I said passionately.

To his credit, Bud dove in with enthusiasm. First he shoved three
fingers deep into my cunt and scooped out a couple thick wads of jism,
but then he began flickering his tongue across my clit and swirling it
all the way up inside my pussy. I rewarded him by putting my soft warm
lips around the tip of his cock, and returning the favor with my tongue,
cleaning the jism from it, and pulling hard on the length of his shaft
with my mouth tightly holding his rod. He immediately grew stiff as a
board again. In a minute he had me coming like crazy in his face, and I
automatically started deep-throating his poker, coaxing him to one last
mighty climax that I could not help but swallow. This orgasm seemed to
rise from the very bottom of his balls, and his spunk came blasting out
with unbelieveable force.

"Whew," I said, crawling off of him when it was over. "That was fun,
Bud. Thanks."

All around the room, things seemed to be winding down. I watched Ike
thrusting his organ into Marcy's mouth while Griff fucked her in the
missionary position. It seemed to take them a long time to get off in
her, but she was obviously enjoying the attention. Every so often she
would pull back from Ike's pole and start talking a blue streak about
how much she loved their nice fat cocks filling all of her holes; then
Ike would thrust his thing down her throat again just to shut her up. I
guess it must be tough for a woman like Marcy to know that she really is
not attractive to men. Maybe that's why she seems desperate for a man,
any man, to screw her. I could never understand that.

However, there was one more guy I still wanted to fuck. The evening had
been a major success so far, and the gangbang had gone great, but I
couldn't let the night end without taking care of the cameraman. He had
been doing wonderful work, zooming in for closeups whenever a guy came
in me (or on me), moving back for wide-angle views to catch the entire
range of the orgy action, and standing directly over Marcy and Miranda
to capture their expressions as the "NO MA'AM" crew drilled them, too.
That footage, in particular, would prove tremendously valuable to me, as
you will see later.

For now though, all I could think of was sucking and fucking the studly
Spice News dude. I told him to give his videocam to Bud so that I could
thank him properly for his efforts, while also making sure that we got
our scene down on tape as well. He was only too happy to oblige. His
cock must have been at least 8 inches long and it was as big around as
my wrist. It practically sprang out of his jeans when I unzipped his
fly. I knelt before the guy, grabbed his bone, and gave him the finest,
most intense blowjob that I could. And you know how practice makes
perfect. He was amazed that I could take all of his meat in my mouth,
and past that into my throat, but then I've never had a problem with
large dicks.

When I could feel him getting ready to lose it, I pulled back and had
him lay down so I could impale myself on his massive erection in the
cowgirl position. My firm hooters bounced back and forth uncontrollably
as I bucked and humped my slender hips in time to his sharp upward
lunges into my cunt. I screamed, "Oh fuck! You're gonna make me come,
baby. Shoot that hot cream into my tight little pussy! Ram it in deep. I
want to feel you pump buckets of that sweet jism inside me. Make me your
fuck-toy!" And with those words, he pronged me off to my longest orgasm
yet. I lost track of how many times I came. My body was vibrating like a
tuning fork ringing to a perfect pitch. I never even learned that
stranger's name, but I will remember the way he nailed me for the rest
of my life.

God knows how he managed to maintain control, but he did, and we went on
to do it missionary and doggy-style, too, with the Budmeister filming
the whole thing. When he did at last explode up against the back of my
womb, I gasped in pained astonishment at how much cum there was. It was
like a firehose went off in my hole. My tummy felt tight from all the
seed he sprayed into my cunt, and when he pulled out I collapsed onto my
stomach.

When it was finally over, I pulled myself up to sit in front of the
couch and survey the remains of the gangbang. My entire body was bathed
in sperm. I had cum all over my face and in my hair, spunk on my tits
and belly and pussy, and still more stuff coating my ass and my legs.
Even my back was slick with jism. It had been a wild time, all right,
but I was thrilled about how everything went so well. Oh yeah, there was
a dull ache in my cunt, and my body was stiff and sore (and would be for
several days). I was tired and worn out from all the sex, and when I
looked down at my hands, I noticed that I'd broken the nail on my right
little finger. "Damn," I thought. "When did that happen?" It was a bad
break, too, down into the quick. The funny thing was that I never felt
it because I had been too carried away by all the fucking. I was also
glad that I'd been taking my pill regularly. With all of the seed I'd
had pumped into my pussy tonight, I'd have gotten knocked up for sure
without the protection.

Overall, I had no regrets. I was actually sort of proud of myself for
how I had handled the situation. It isn't every girl who can satisfy
eight men in one night. Or seven men and one bug in Bud's case. But even
he was there for me when I needed him. Just the same, I thought, we
should start wrapping things up now.

"OK everybody," I said. "It's been a gas, but all good things must come
to an end. And tonight your good things have come in my end. I've had
fun tonight, and I hope you did too, but I'm afraid it's time to go."

And with that I tried to stand, only my knees wouldn't bear my weight at
first. I fell over onto the floor. But then Griff took me by my hand and
helped me up. All the guys were real gentlemen. Bob Rooney found some
towels for me to use to wipe myself off, and then they each thanked me
repeatedly for some of the best sex they ever had. Officer Dan even
asked if I wanted him to carry me up to the shower so I could wash up,
but I said no, I would make it to the tub by myself in a moment. In the
meantime, I politely offered to let Marcy and Miranda use it first.
Being proper "ladies" and embarrassed about what they had done, they
took me up on it. They went upstairs and hopped into the shower as the
men got dressed and left a few minutes later, still expressing their
sincere appreciation for the gift of my cute little young body. "No," I
told them with a mischevious smile, "the pleasure was all mine."

In the meantime, while the "NO MA'AM" boys were bidding me goodbye and
Marcy and Miranda were scrubbing the dried cum off of themselves, I saw
Bud talking with the cameraman. After the last of the original gangbang
crew was out the door, the Spice News dude quietly opened his recording
equipment and handed the videotape to my brother, saying: "Tell your
sister that she is the best lay I've ever had. Truly a remarkable
woman."

And to my amazement, Bud replied, "Yeah. I know. She is pretty special
for a bimbo." But from how he said it, with a gleam in his eye, I knew
he didn't mean the bimbo part.

When he realized that I had heard him, the camera dude got really shy
and self-conscious, and he threw on his clothes and went out to the news
van to wait for Miranda. So I never did find out his name. Bud didn't
get it either.

Marcy and Miranda also made a rather hurried exit. That was cool with
me. It was time for Bud and me to settle our bet.

"Well Budrick, looks like your new cut is 20 percent," I said. "But to
make it up to you, I'll still have a word with Brandi and tell her she
should try being your girlfriend for a while. After all, Isis your
rubber woman is getting a bit frayed around the edges."

"Hey thanks Kel, that's not like you to do something nice, but then
maybe I did you a favor too," he said.

"Maybe," I agreed.

Then, unexpectedly, Bud leaned over and gave me an affectionate peck on
my cheek.

"Ew, dweeb spit," I said. "Help! Germs, disease, infection."

"No Kelly," he said with a conspiratorial wink, "it's like dad always
says. 'We Bundys have to stick up for one another.' Lord knows no one
else will. And can I get a 'Whoa Bundy' for America's next porn
superstar?"

"Why not?" I said, extending my hand. And together we high-fived and
launched my new career.

All of that, the gangbang and everything, was six months ago. Since then
I've been super-busy, but it's like my life has been starting over
again. First, with the release of my incredibly hot audition tape, I've
become a very popular pro-am porn actress. I've already appeared in 25
hardcore videos with lots of handsome guys (and a few of the prettier
girls), and I've even got my own sex advice talk show on cable TV here
at the Spice News Chicago affiliate. Miranda helped me line that one up.
I'm making boatloads of money, and could be getting even more jobs, but
Bud is taking care of me well. He says it's important to pace myself so
that I don't burn out, and that my market value is actually higher if
I'm not overexposed. That makes sense to me. The main thing is that I'm
working at a pace I'm comfortable with, and that gives me the means to
be my own woman, which is the only thing I've ever really wanted from
the beginning.

Let's see, what else? Oh yeah, I've been able to get my own place, so my
dad is happy about that. Even better, he still doesn't know what I do
for a living. He's so clueless that he thinks porn reached its peak with
"Big 'Uns" magazine. Daddy doesn't ask me about my job, either. He's
just pleased because now he can use my old bedroom as a den. He says
he'll move my bed out as soon as it cools down. Hehe.

In other news, as they say, Marcy's feminist group F.A.N.G. never did go
on the offensive and run its propaganda campaign against the villians of
"NO MA'AM." Apparently, they had to back off the story for political
reasons. It seems someone stole the master videotape of the "NO MA'AM"
gangbang scandal, and that tape also just happened to include scenes of
F.A.N.G.'s president sucking and fucking two guys at the same time, one
of them a big black shoe salesman. To make it even worse, the tape
showed the news anchorwoman reporting the story screwing an old dude who
kept babbling some craziness about how her pussy was as wet as the
beaches at Inchon, wherever that is.

Lost but not leased, there is my geek of a brother Bud. It's weird. He's
got Brandi now, but we still fuck fairly often, almost every week in
fact. I'd never for a moment call him anything like a boyfriend. That
would be ridiculous. But I must admit that there is a special sort of
bond between us. He is the same repellent pervert he always was, but
strangely enough he treats me right too. I do know that I can trust him.
And in this world, where it's so hard to find a friend, that must count
for something.

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