The dinner table that night had an empty chair, but Shaquila’s chatter made Monique’s absence nearly invisible. She excused her sister’s nonappearance, saying she hadn’t felt well, well aware that Monique was feeling more than good, shackled and bound as she was receiving multiple hard cocks down in the slaughterhouse.
At their mother’s worried instinct to look in on her daughter, she elegantly manipulated her not to.
“Monique said you’d insist on looking in on her and made a clear point of not wanting to be disturbed and to let you know that, in not as nice words as I’m trying to convey, Mother,” she said, smiling.
Her smile was a diversion directed at her mother, but her wink was directed at Tawnya, Stan, and me.
“You seem to be in a good mood today,” Mom remarked.
“Yes. I am! I had the most wonderful orgasm earlier, and I feel great!”
“Shaquila!” Aunt Shelly gasped.
“What’s the matter, Mom? Yours wasn’t satisfactory?
Aunt Shelly blushed and hurriedly turned to Uncle George to change the topic but was disarmed by his laughter.
Dad reminded me to get to bed at a decent time since I was helping Chuck out in the morning, at which Aunt Chloe turned to me with a grin and whispered, “You’re so fucked.”
Shaquila stretched and yawned.
“I think I’ll go and check in on Monique, then rub myself into another orgasm before sleep.”
Tawnya nearly pissed herself laughing.
“Did we create a monster today?”
***
Shaquila hurried through the snow drifts across the farmyard and snuck herself through the door of the old slaughterhouse. She kicked the snow off her boots and rustled her coat before hanging it over a chair, then sat her big bag on the table. She threw a few logs into the fireplace’s dying embers, ensuring they caught fire. She unhooked the big cauldron hanging above the fireplace, then went outside and filled it with freshly fallen snow before hanging it back on its hook to let the snow melt. Finally, she sat herself up on the big wooden table.
She looked down at her sister’s face and gently stroked her hair. Then, rummaging through her bag, she found a bottle of water.
“Are you thirsty, puppet?”
Monique answered with a vary nod, and Shaquila gently put the bottle to her lips, letting her sister have a drink.
She looked at the layers of drying sperm covering her sister’s face, her swollen nipples, freshly pierced, and let herself be aroused at the thick strands of cum that had bed shot over her belly, leaving long, crusty trails down her sides. Her throbbing burn from the branding almost glowed as if it was burning still.
“Did you wait long?”
Monique nodded again.
“Did you pee yourself?
Another nod.
Shaquila slid herself off the table, walked over to the fireplace, unhooked the cauldron, and sat it on the table. The water was warm but not burning hot. She grabbed the baby soap from her bag, mixed a drop into the water, and sat beside her sister on the table. She pulled out a cloth and wet it in the water, then started washing the dried cum off her face.
“Here’s the thing, Monique. I will not be a cruel mistress in the sense of ever being cruel to you; I will not indulge in name-calling, although I will refer to you as ‘puppet,’ but only in front of those who know. I will not diminish you in front of Mom or strangers, but you will know your place.”
She rinsed the cloth and washed her sister’s chest.
“Tomorrow, Stan will take us into town. There’s this real dive of a place that opens pretty early, where all the drunks gather and drink up their welfare checks before shuffling home to their empty houses. Feeling charitable—it is Christmas after all—you should treat them.”
She rinsed again and rubbed her sister’s tummy clean.
“I think you should ask them to take you back to one of their crummy apartments, suck their cocks, but not drain them, but let them grow hard, harder than they have a recollection of ever being. Then, you will lay yourself on the dirty kitchen table and offer all your openings to them. Doesn’t it sound like a good idea?”
“Yes, please,” Monique moaned.
Shaquila rinsed and wet the cloth again, then washed her sister’s crotch.
“Oh, God, you’re so full of cum!” Shaquila gasped, watching the river of sperm escaping her sister’s swollen sex.
Shaquila proceeded by nursing her sister’s nipples, rinsing them in saline solution, and then iodine before dressing them in gauze. Then, she applied the same care to her freshly pierced clit.
Shaquila looked at her sister’s tummy, pulsating red and swollen from the fresh branding. The intricate design of the shield, the letters ‘S’ and ‘T’, and the sun was painfully clear, etched into her warm golden-brown skin for eternity. Shaquila winced at the sight, then graced her own belly with her fingers.
“Does it hurt?”
“Like a motherfucker,” Monique whispered.
Shaquila gently touched the edge of the branding, feeling the still throbbing skin under her fingernails. “Then this is probably going to hurt like two motherfuckers,” she said as she doused her sister’s burning scar in the saline solution.
Monique hissed in pain, her body tensing. “It’s ok, just do it.”
“You know, after you’ve done your charity work, we’ll get hammered. And we’re going to stay right until closing time. By then, it’ll be just the losers and drunks left, and you get to choose who takes you home. You’ll be paying the night’s rent while I get some sleep.”
After cleansing her sister’s burn with saline, Shaquila reached for the sterile gauze pads. She carefully placed them over the burn. “This will help keep it from getting infected. We’ll need to change these regularly. If there’s any change for the worse, we’ll see Doctor Maynard when we get home.”
Monique grabbed her sister’s arm. “Will you do it again?”
“What, puppet?”
“Will you brand me again? Please? Perhaps my thighs? Oh, God, yes…sear my thighs?”
Shaquila looked at her sister, half in shock and half in delight, then ran her fingers down the inside of her thighs to the soft spot where her thigh met the curvature of her buttocks.
“Here? And here?” she asked. “Only if you serve me well.”
Monique’s breath quickened, and she bit her lip, her eyes closing as she savored the sensation of her sister’s fingers on her skin.
“Oh, God, yes, I will serve you well.”
He unshackled her sister, released the restraints on her hands, and finally freed her legs.
“Come, let’s go inside. Eat me out and make me cum, and you won’t have to sleep on the floor tonight.”
***
I lay on the bed, stirring with anticipation. My thoughts drifted between Tawnya’s savage display of domination in the slaughterhouse, the excitement of thinking of what Aunt Chloe would do to me, Dad’s cock thrusting into my mouth, and Chuck’s fat, veiny cock. Every thought egged my throbbing cock, and I had to muster all my willpower not to whack myself off.
I never noticed Aunt Chloe slipping into my room.
“Oh, someone’s all excited!” she said with a huge grin, “There’s been a slight change of plan, though.”
Get up,” she whispered, her voice tinged with excitement, “I’ve got a present for you.”
I rose, feeling a mix of anticipation and slight embarrassment at my eager response. My body greeted her with a telltale sign of arousal.
“Turn around,” she murmured, her breath warm against my ear, “I’ve got you something special.”
She placed a blindfold over my eyes, heightening my senses. Her fingers traced down my back and legs with a teasing touch as she knelt behind me. A shiver ran through me as she asked me to lift one leg, slipping something silky over my skin. The delicate fabric tickled my wrist as she instructed me to lift the other leg.
Her touch was electric as she guided the garment up my thighs, leaving no doubt about its provocative design. This underwear was crotchless, a revelation that sent a thrill down my spine.
“You’ll need stockings,” she whispered huskily, her hands gliding up my thigh. With expert care, she slipped the stockings over my legs, the sensation making me whimper softly. With gentle clicks, each stocking was secured to my garter, binding me to her.
With her hands on my skin and her voice in my ear, I knew I was completely and utterly hers.
Her hands grabbed my ass and pulled me gently apart. Her breath on my buttocks was hot, and her tongue to my hole was almost enough to push me over the edge.
“Oh, how I could fuck you right now, just like this. Your boy-pussy is such a trap for a girl like me,” she moaned, “But we have more pressing business to take care of.”
She took my hand and guided me across the floor through my door. The thought of anyone entering the hallway and seeing me like that made my skin stand on edge. Carefully, she led me straight out the door; my senses told me we went past the staircase and then made a slight right turn. Then, she took my arms, pulled them gently behind my back, and tied them tightly together.
“You’re in for such a treat, handsome,” she whispered, “And I’m fortunate to be part of it.”
She pushed open the door before me and guided me into the room.
“Oh, there’s my favorite boy!” unmistakable Mom’s voice, “You’ve finally come to make Mommy feel good? What are you waiting for, Chloe? Give him to me!”
Chloe undid my blindfold, and there was Mom, her hands tied to the bedposts with red silk rope. Her curly hair surrounded her face like a halo of sunlight, enhancing the excited smile on her lips. Her eyes shone with a vibrant spark of pure lust, reflecting the boundless excitement she felt upon seeing me.
To the left of the bed, Aunt Shelly was busy sucking Uncle George into her mouth. The two of them had developed quite an appetite for each other, and there was something about her slightly sagging tits, flopping belly, and big ass that was alluringly hot. Somehow, her face didn’t seem as old and worn as it had struck me earlier.
Dad stood on the other side of the bed with his enormous cock swinging between his legs, and I noticed Aunt Chloe gasping slightly at the sight.
“Eat your mom out while I fuck you, boy,” he commanded as Chloe pushed me onto the bed and my face into Mom’s pussy.
Mom’s pussy was nothing like Tawnya or Monique, just like they, too, were different. It dawned on me that every pussy is unique, with different needs, varied trigger spots, and diverse aroma and scent.
Mom’s was a gaping, wet hole, in constant need of feeling full, which she let me know in no subtle way.
“Suck mommy’s clit and stick your fingers in me! Georgie boy? Fuck my little boy!”
Uncle George freed himself from Aunt Shelly’s mouth and leaped onto the bed. He grabbed my hips and pulled my ass up, then motioned for Chloe to hand him the big bottle of lube on the nightstand. He squirted it all over my ass and stuck two fingers into my waiting hole; there was no need to; I was ready.
“Fuck me already,” I panted with a mouthful of Mom’s pussy.
Uncle George didn’t disappoint as he shoved himself deep inside me.
“Oh, fuck, Richie! Where did you learn to eat pussy like this?” Mom moaned.
“I’m a natural, Mom,” I panted, “At least that’s what Tawnya tells me.”
“Oh, that little bitch! I should have known she had you eating her cunt!”
Mom lifted her legs and spread herself wide. For a woman nearing her forties, she was remarkably flexible.
“Finger my ass, baby, suck my clit and finger my ass!” Mom growled at me, her voice frantic and hoarse.
Uncle George bottomed out inside me, thrusting deep and hard, filling my head with steady smacks as his pelvis slammed onto my buttocks.
Aunt Shelly lay down next to Mom and kissed her sister, then watched with a sultry stare as my uncle pleased my hungry boy-pussy.
“Get out of the way, George; it’s my turn,” Dad commanded his younger brother.
Uncle pulled himself out of me and turned his attention to Aunt Shelly’s begging pussy, driving his cock deep inside her. Again, I found her sagging tits and flopping belly strangely alluring.
As soon as he was inside Mom’s sister, Chloe mounted him; she was as swift and elegant as a tiger, animalistic in her desire and lust. The handsome man whimpered as he took his wife’s massive, black meat deep inside him.
Dad wasted no time and was on me and in me, stretching my ass to the fullest. His fat cock was finding new paths deep inside me, rearranging my insides.
I had three fingers inside my mother’s ass, then four.
“Shove your fist inside me, baby!” Mom was pulling at her ropes and thrashing her head in delight.
It was as if she sucked my arm inside her, and before I knew it, my arm was elbow-deep into my mother’s guts.
“Yeah, that’s it, Richie, pound my ass with your fist! Make Mommy cum!”
However, Uncle George was the first to cum, spilling his seeds deep inside Aunt Shelly’s wet snatch as Chloe pounded his ass.
Dad grabbed my hips and pulled me onto him, finally bottoming out inside me.
“Fuck me,” Mom whimpered, “Fuck Mommy’s pussy and fill me with your cum!”
I pulled my arm out of her gaping ass and slid myself on top of her, Dad’s cock still firmly inside of me. I bathed in her massive tits before I slid myself inside her wet snatch. Dad pushed me down on her and deeper inside, squeezing me firmly between my parent’s bodies.
“How is his boy-pussy, Gerald? Nice and tight? Oh, God, I can feel your cock rubbing my tummy through his skin. Fuck him hard, Gerald, fuck him like you fuck your brother!”
Chloe pulled herself out of her husband and pushed him to the floor. Then, she grabbed Aunt Shelly by her hair and pulled her face onto her cock.
“Suck my cock, bitch, let me know how much you want it! Beg, and I might decide to fuck you.”
Aunt Shelly, mad with lust, opened her mouth and let Chloe in.
“Yeah, you love a big, fat, black cock, don’t you, Shelly? Does it remind you of your cheating, useless husband? Why did you let yourself go so badly? Do you want me to fuck your flappy pussy, or do you want me to destroy that fat ass of yours?”
Aunt Chloe’s total domination over her only drove Aunt Shelly further into complete rapture; tears flowed down her face at the degrading words, but she cared not; she needed this. She threw herself down on the bed.
“Fuck me! Just fuck me! I don’t care how just fuck me!”
Chloe instructed her husband to lie on the bed, his face between her legs. Then, she told Shelly to straddle his face so he could suck her clit.
“I’m gonna fuck your floppy cunt, and you’ll cum like you’ve never cum before. Then, I’ll fuck your fat, saggy ass, and you’re gonna cum again and again!”
Shelly’s scream as Chloe rammed into her was quickly subdued as her dominator pushed her face into Uncle George’s flaccid cock.
“Nothing in life is free, Shelly; suck that cock back into life!”
I felt Mom tense beneath me, and she tightened around my cock.
“Yeah, baby, make Mommy cum, make me cum!”
She wrapped her legs around Dad, pulling him deeper into me and, in turn, me deeper into her. Her arms pulled at the ropes as she bit into my neck.
“Oh, fuck, Mom! I’m gonna cum,” I whimpered as Dad mercilessly slammed into me.
“Not yet! Not yet! I’m so close,” she whimpered.
Her thrashing stopped, and she arched her back, every muscle in her body tensing; her gaze was a mix of pure madness and utter shock before a guttural moan escaped her lips. She came, spraying her cum around my cock.
What was left of my cognition dissolved; I heard my voice squeak and whimper, sounding more girlish than a young man’s. Then, I exploded inside my mother as Dad continued his relentless ravaging of my insides.
“Oh, yes, fill Mommy with your cum,” I heard her gasp as her own orgasm still tore at her brain.
Squeezed onto my mother’s bosom, I watched Aunt Shelly’s sagging tits flopping back and forth with each thrust Aunt Chloe delivered into her. I watched her belly; it moved in a gentle, rhythmic way, and each thrust caused it to shift and bounce in an almost fluid, pendulous motion. Her skin jiggled in soft ripples.
Dad found Chloe’s rhythm, and the slapping of Dad against me, her against Aunt Shelly, and Mom’s breathing in my air melted my mind. I saw myself as I had seen me in my dreams: petite, pregnant, and insatiably aroused.
I watched as Aunt Shelly tensed, Uncle’s still flaccid meat escaped her mouth, and her eyes rolled to the back of her head before her entire body trembled.
“Cumming, cumming, cumming…” Her words were more a gargle than a recognizable voice.
“Damned straight, you’re cumming,” Aunt Chloe hissed, “and now, I’m gonna fuck your ass until you cum again. And suck that cock back into your mouth!”
“Oh, I can feel my little boy getting excited again,” Mom moaned as she felt me grow rigid inside of her.
I was lost inside my head; I was her, the girl in my dreams, and Dad was the hooded figure ravaging my pregnant body.
“Fuck me, Daddy, keep fucking me, Daddy,” I whimpered, but in her voice.
“Oh, Gerald, you’re making him so hard inside me. Our little boy is such a cock-whore!”
Next to us, Aunt Shelly slurped Uncle George back to life as Aunt Chloe reamed into her behind; she was on the brink of insanity as yet another orgasm washed through her body, and then yet another, until she collapsed on the bed.
Aunt Chloe grinned satisfactorily as she pulled herself out of my aunt’s ass.
“I told you, didn’t I, that you would cum like never before. You really should get that body of yours in shape; then maybe next time,…