I woke up early and deliriously horny. It was barely past 7 am, my ass was still throbbing, and I was rock hard. I got out of bed, shot across the floor and into the hallway, hoping someone would catch me and fuck me. At this point, it didn’t matter if they had a pussy or a cock; I’d prefer both, but I would take anything I was offered.
To my gut-wrenching disappointment, the hallway was dead quiet. In a house where everyone was fucking each other, the morning was as silent as the snow-covered forest outside; every whimper, sigh, and ecstatic scream of the night had stilled. All I could hear was the house breathe, the creaking of the walls and floors as the cold air outside struggled to seep through her old, wooden frame. Not even Anabelle’s usual morning racket could be heard from the kitchen.
I snuck into Stan’s room, only to find his bed abandoned, probably not slept in for days. I opened the bathroom door, hoping to find Tawnya sitting there, waiting for me, but alas, such was not my fortune.
I glimpsed myself, half hoping to find the pregnant girl from my dreams; instead, I found my own slender shape, my panties still framing my butt and thighs, and my stockings torn and soiled, like a cheap hooker, used and discarded.
Used? No, to be used required giving up something, but I had only received. There’s no bigger high than being desired, wanted, and lusted.
I pushed on into Tawnya’s room, and there they lay, naked upon the bed in a deep sleep. Tawnya curled up like a kitten next to our brother, him on his back, his arm behind his head, and his legs slightly parted. Between his legs, his gorgeous, fat cock, morning rigid and tempting.
I stood there for a moment, watching the rise and fall of his chest before lust blinded me completely. I eased myself onto the bed, straddled him, and pushed myself down on this cock.
He awoke, grinned, and let me ride him at my leisure. My body was made for this, serving others and receiving multitudes of pleasure in return.
Tawnya opened her eyes and smiled. “Don’t spend him, he’s mine, remember?” she yawned.
She slid herself behind us, pressed herself against me, her tiny breasts soft upon my back, and reached around and started stroking my cock.
I closed my eyes and felt his fat meat grind against my insides as Tawnya’s hand worked my cock, soft and gentle at first, then picking up her intensity as her warm breath on my neck made my hairs stand on edge. It didn’t take long before I shot my load onto our brother’s chest, finally finding the release I had been looking for. As I slid myself off Stan’s cock, Tawnya took my place.
I watched as she rocked her hips back and forth, then harder as his breath went deep, then quicker and shallower, until he tensed, and his breathing turned into a long moan as she made him cum deep inside her.
She rolled off him, and I cleaned him in my mouth before I joined Tawnya in the bathroom. She took me with her into the shower and made me kneel at her feet before she emptied herself on my face and in my mouth and made me lick her clean.
Stan joined us, and again they lathered me in soap and cleaned me, ripping my panties and stockings off my body as I finally licked and sucked Tawnya into her much-needed orgasm.
She dressed me in a fresh pink thong and, again, a matching bra before she found a skimpy black skirt and a matching top. Finally, she attached the collar around my neck before they guided me down to the breakfast table.
There were several absentees that morning, Mom and Dad being the most notable ones, but Uncle George and Aunt Shelly were also missing. I did, however, have my favorite audience in Aunt Chloe, Tawnya, Stan, and the twins.
Everyone’s stare was at me, and almost all of them desired me; it was the most exhilarating experience, and I was rock hard at their silent stares.
I found my place between Aunt Chloe and Tawnya, and my aunt greeted me with a breathy whisper, “I could fuck you right now.”
The fact that Monique had joined us for breakfast was a pleasant surprise; her stare was hot and dizzy. Shaquila had dressed her in a loose-fitting tee shirt, and her bra-less nipples poked at the fabric.
“Stan, dear,” Shaquila said, “Would you mind taking me and Mon into town a little later? And pick us up sometime tomorrow?”
Stan agreed with a grin.
Aunt Shelly arrived at the table, and her face lit up at seeing Monique among us again.
“How are you, sweetie? You don’t look too sharp. Are you sure you should be out of bed?”
Monique gazed through hazy eyes at her mother and tried to smile.
“She’s fine, Mom,” Shaquila smiled, unbeknownst to everyone else, shoving her fingers deeper inside her sister.
Seeing Monique’s troubled state, Aunt Shelly started towards her.
“She is fine, Mother!” Shaquila said, firm and assertive, “Sit down so we can have breakfast. Mon and I are heading into town and won’t return until tomorrow.”
“But why,” Aunt Shelly started, “what do you need to do in town? Until tomorrow?”
“Mom, we’re grown women; we had this talk, remember?”
“But tomorrow is the day before Christmas; surely, whatever it is, it can wait ‘til after Christmas?”
“Mom, Monique needs cock. There is only so much I can do with my fingers to her greedy cunt; she needs a royal fucking gangbang, and she needs it today!”
Aunt’s voice was horrified. “Shaquila!” she gasped, not only because of the foul words but because they came from her silent, well-behaved baby.
Monique’s eyes rolled to the back of her skull, and her head fell back; her hands gripped the table, and her knuckles turned white as her entire body started shaking.
Aunt Shelly watched in horror as her daughter’s orgasm tore through her body, let out another short gasp, and hurriedly made her way out of the dining room.
“I’ll take care of her later,” Aunt Chloe said with a smile. “Let’s eat. It sounds like everyone’s got a busy day ahead of them.”
“Good puppet,” Shaquila said as her sister licked her own juices off her hand.
Anabelle laughed at the sorry state of our company as she checked if everyone had what they needed. She had seen these empty seats at the breakfast table before, knowing all too well the indulgences that kept them away. It was just another holiday to her, and she handled this day with the same normalcy as any other in our household.
My realization as to why our breakfast tables sometimes thinned out during holidays was new, but knowing it was I who had drained them so was exhilarating.
For a brief moment, our little company seemed like any other family breakfast; the chatter was loose, although Shaquila’s vivid revelations of her and her sister’s plan for the day had everyone at the edge of their seats. Tawnya insisted on coming along to town, partly because she knew Stan would be tempted by the twins and in part because she would love to see how the plan unfolded.
The doorbell disrupted our meal, and Tawnya smiled at me.
“Your ride is here, gorgeous; enjoy your day!”
She attached her leash to my collar, led me out of the dining room, through the hallway, and presented me at the front door. The cold air found its way up my legs and under my skirt, but my heart pounded heavily in my chest at the sight of Chuck standing there, his big frame towering above me.
Tawnya grinned as she fitted my feet into a snug pair of knee-high, black, lace-up boots.
Tawny handed him her leash and told him to enjoy her bitch for as long as he’d please. The big man took the leash with a smile and led me out into the cold, crisp air, through the farmyard and to his waiting rig.
It was a shiny, black 2020 Kenworth T680 with a sleeper cab. In reality, it was a tiny house on wheels. On paper, it belonged to Sunrise Timber Farm, but with Dad’s blessing, Chuck treated her as his own. In the summer, Chuck used her for long hauls down to Florida, which is why Dad had ensured she was fitted with a large sleeping cab in the first place. Ever since his wife had passed three years ago, the Kenworth had been his lady, and he treated her with the utmost respect. Lucy, he called her. But today, Lucy wasn’t doing a long haul down to Tampa; she was climbing the snowy roads to the newest logging site halfway up the mountain.
Entering the cab, the warm air felt nice on my bare legs and arms, and I settled comfortably in the seat. Chuck grinned at me as he sat in and revved the big rig. Lucy roared to life and started her climb into the deep forest, leaving the farmyard behind.
Lucy would occasionally skid and slide up the narrow road. In the spring and early summer, these roads were mainly thawed mud and too soggy to travel due to the ongoing snow melting up the mountain. But now that the frost had settled, it was what Chuck described as perfect driving conditions. The hard-packed snow and ice provided better traction for the heavy rig, and Chuck navigated the twists and turns with practiced ease.
Every now and then, he would glance over at me and flash a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry, Lucy’s got this,” he’d say, his voice full of confidence and warmth. Despite the challenging terrain, the cab had a sense of calm and familiarity. The rhythmic hum of the engine and the steady crunch of snow under the tires created a hypnotic soundtrack to our journey.
I glanced at him, finding it hard to believe that this was the same man who had led the group of men ravaging Monique in the slaughterhouse the day before. But the vivid imagery of his fat member and his graying pubic hair had lingered at the front of my mind since then, and watching him handle Lucy with the same ease he had dominated my cousin brought everything from that room back.
“You enjoyed watching me fuck that black girl, didn’t you? Your cousin, right? Monique’s her name, isn’t it?”
“Mmhmm,” I answered, more of a breath than an actual reply.
“You know, a pretty boy such as yourself really has no business riding with Lucy and me. I’ve had younger boys than you in this cab, hitchhiking their way down south. Pretty girls as well, but they’re almost too easy; they expect to give up a bit of ass to get to where they want.”
He chuckled as he recalled his trek down last summer. Shawn was his name. He was a slender little sixteen-year-old boy with a pretty, almost girly face. He had his guitar on his back and a little duffle bag with all his belongings. A high school dropout and runaway, trying to get to Nashville to pursue a musical career. He had picked him up in Kansas City, and Chuck smiled to himself as he remembered how the pretty boy’s eyes bulged in terror when he pulled out his cock and told him to suck him.
Although hesitant at first, Shawn quickly accepted the fare for his travel, and his inexperienced mouth explored Chuck’s fuck-stick with increasing interest throughout the day.
As they stopped in Joplin, Missouri, for the night, Chuck had made sure Shawn had a good meal and shower before returning to the truck. Chuck had ordered the boy to undress; he had the tiniest little cock Chuck had seen and a smooth little bum. Shawn had initially cried as Chuck pushed himself into him, but more in a reaction to adjusting to his new sexuality than an unwillingness to please.
“You should have seen his little boy-clit cum. Twice that little fucker sprayed, first when I did him good and hard like a dog, then as he rode my cock into the most intense orgasm I’ve had in years. The next day, when I handed him over to Billy in Little Rock for his trek to Nashville, he eagerly entered his truck knowing the fee.”
Chuck looked at me as I sat mesmerized, listening to his tales of the road.
“But you don’t have a small boy-clit, do you? You came pretty hard when your brother fucked you yesterday, and I have to admit, I had a slight envy of him seeing how willingly you took him.”
Shame would have washed over me a week ago at my thoughts, but shame was no longer in my repertoire of feelings.
“I bet I can make you cum harder than Shawn,” I said, looking deep into Chuck’s eyes.
“I bet you can,” he said as he undid his trousers and pulled out his beautiful cock.
I slid out of my seat and over to his; there was ample room in the big truck’s cab and watched his throbbing cock. As I put my hand on his warm meat, feeling his massive girth on my hand, I could feel my brain melt. Tawnya’s choice of wardrobe for me only enforced the feeling that grew inside me, the need to please and be pleased, to be the ultimate little fuck-toy.
As I wrapped my lips around his swollen head, I could not help but think of how he would feel, pushing himself into me, stretching my needy ass, and having me beg for more, deeper and harder.
I let him deep down my throat until his gray hairs tickled my nose, and then I let him out again. As I pushed down on him again, he moaned deeply, and as I released him, he shifted slightly in his seat, allowing me to pull his pants down. I cupped his balls in my hand as I started fucking his cock with my mouth and throat until I couldn’t resist.
I got up and straddled him, lifted my skirt, pulled the string of Tawnya’s pink panties to the side, and pushed against him.
Lucy slid heavily to the side, and I lost my footing, impaling myself on his fat cock. Chuck panted slightly as he regained control of her, and I started riding him.
“You like that, old man? Having your cock fucked by your boss’ whore son?”
I leaned in and breathed heavily into Chuck’s neck, wrapping my arms around his head as I rode his glorious cock. It didn’t take long before I climaxed, soiling my skirt and panties, but I kept fucking him, riding his shaft, panting into his neck.
Lucy came to an abrupt halt at the side of the road, and Chuck told me to get into the cab in the back, knees on the bed.
“Yeah, fuck me like you fucked him,” I panted and shot my ass in the air.
He attached my leash to a hook in the cab, lifted my skirt, and pushed himself into me with all his force. Again, the image of that petite, pregnant girl from my dreams swirled before my eyes.
“Breed me, breed me like the little bitch I am,” I screamed as he grabbed onto my ass and thrust himself deep in me. I felt his girth grow inside me as it throbbed and filled me up. He left me there, tied to the cab, as he pulled his pants back up and continued our journey into the mountain.
“That,” he said, “was Shawn-worthy. Remind me to thank your dad for this Christmas bonus!”
I felt his eyes on my bare, leaking ass as Lucy continued her climb. Each little jolt as Lucy tackled a bump in the road flung my slutty body around on the bed, pulling at my leash. Half an hour later, he steered Lucy into the logging site, and as Chuck turned off her engine, I could hear the rhythmic drone of chainsaws slicing through the timber, their whine rising and falling with each cut. The heavy thud of felled trees hitting the ground resonated through the clearing, accompanied by the occasional crack and snap of branches breaking. Over this cacophony, the growl of machinery—trucks, and loaders—added a mechanical undertone, while the shouts and calls of workers provided a human element to the industrial symphony.
Chuck unclasped my leash and sat on the bed beside me. “These men are finishing their last shift before Christmas,” he said. “They’ve been up here for three weeks and are looking forward to going home to their families and spending Christmas with their loved ones. Do you know what happens to men stuck in a forest for weeks? Hard labor and no release?”
Before I could picture the sweaty workers, their muscles glistening in the bright winter sun, their hairy, dirty bodies drenched in sawdust, and short, uncomfortable sleep, he pulled a bag over my head and tied it around my neck. He opened the door and guided me out into the freezing cold, careful to ensure I didn’t slip on Lucy’s steep steps. He led me safely through the hard-packed snow on the ground and around Lucy’s beastly stature. I could hear him fasten my leash to what had to be in front of Lucy, her cooling engine releasing a series of sharp, pinging sounds as if she sighed comfortably at her rest from the climb.
“I’m gonna make sure we get this last load down the mountain, and you’re going to ensure my crew can unwind and get some release before going home.”
The freezing air bit at my thighs as I heard the engines and chainsaws come to rest. I heard Chuck talk to a few men before the log loader’s roar erupted through the silence. As Chuck lifted the first logs onto Lucy’s trailer, I felt the first pair of rugged hands on my ass as my skirt was lifted.
“Hey! Chuck!” the bear-like voice yelled, “This chick’s got a cock!”
I’m not sure Chuck could hear anything inside the log loader’s cab or what his reply…