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Chapter Four. My first lesbian experience –
with Mum!
I just
finished writing this chapter and I wanted to thank all the people that have
emailed me about the previous chapters. I’ve had requests for various perverted
details, some of which I’ve included in this chapter, for example the
homosexual activities of my Dad and Uncle. Other things like being used as a
toilet or as a cum-dump I’ll put in other chapters. The same goes for animal
encounters; pain; and snuff.
For details
of the stuff that went on when I was little I can only answer personally to
your emails, I can’t put it here – it’s against the rules.
Now for
this chapter, which I confess is long and covers a lot of “stuff”. I hope you
enjoy it.
I’m getting
a little bit out of sequence with my story, but then that doesn’t matter too
much does it? What you gonna do spank me? ;-)
Since I
just finished a chapter where my Mum was being used it sort of makes sense to
keep her in the spotlight, so to speak.
Over the
years I’ve done lots of stuff with other girls and older women. Sometimes it’s
been forced on me, sometimes it’s been hard work and a few times it’s been fun.
These days I do like being close to a girl and I have had a few girl friends. I
can certainly say that the best orgasms I’ve ever had have been with girls
(sorry guys). I’ll talk about this later on in another chapter, especially my
all time greatest orgasm - with a Thai girl. She deserves that – a chapter all
to herself.
Anyway,
let’s get on with this chapter before you guys all get bored and starting
reading somebody else’s story.
My diary
tells me it happened on
The day had
been quiet, with my Mum going off shopping and my Uncle and Dad out of the
house, God knows where. I was able to get on with my home work and relax a bit.
I hadn’t been raped or made to do “stuff” since Wednesday and I was starting to
feel less sore.
My Mum got
back from the shops at about
I watched
TV for a while, chatted on the phone, did email. All normal
boring stuff that teenagers do (yeah I was pretty normal to the outside world),
until supper was ready.
Since the
guys hadn’t come back by
I like
listening to music through headphones – the sound is much better and it cuts
out the sound of whatever else happens around the house. The problem is that
sometimes I get taken by surprise when people come into my room – which happens
quite often.
I guess I
must have dosed off on the bed with my headphones still on because it was about
My Mum and
Dad had the room next to mine and I was used to the sounds of fucking that
would often penetrate the wall. That’s another reason for the headphones by the
way. They (I mean my Dad) seemed to like making as much noise as possible and
get off by giving a running commentary on what they were doing. As if I cared
how hard she should be sucking his dick, or how wide she should spread her
legs!
Tonight though the sounds were different. There seemed to be more voices next door than
usual and the sound that had woken me up was the sound of pretty hard slapping.
“Yeah, whip
her tits!” SLAP! “Oh yeah….look at that!” SLAP! “Put
the pegs on her tits while I whip her cunt.” SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! “Oh man that is soooo hot.” SLAP! “Look how wet her fucking cunt is…the
bitch really loves it!” SLAP! “Look at all her cunt juice on the whip….wow what
a fucking slut! Here John, lick it clean. You like the taste of your bitch
after Bobby-boy has whipped her nice and hot?”
On this
went. And me just lying there listening. Of course I
recognised the voices of my Dad and Uncle. But there was no sound from the
person getting the beating – I assumed it was my Mum. She must have been in a
lot of pain, so why wasn’t she saying anything?
I have to
say I was shit scared. Fucking and sucking is one thing, but pain and hitting
scare me. I knew that my Dad and particularly my Uncle were violent, and they
scared me, and they knew it. And I have to say that I was glad it wasn’t me
getting that beating. I’m ashamed to say that I went and put some more music on
to drown out the sound of the beating and the disgusting commentary.
Of course I
wasn’t going to escape just by ignoring it though. Those two perverts had
something special in mind that night and I was a big part of it.
The CD was
barely half-way through when my door burst open and there stood the gruesome
two-some, high as kites from the look on their faces – red and sweaty, eyes
like dinner plates, grinning like loons. And of course they were naked, hard-ons standing out like flag poles, already shining with
pre-cum.
“Surprise!”
Laughed Uncle Bob and staggered into the room. “How’s my little Sonia tonight? Wanna play a little game with Uncle Bob and Daddy?” I
pulled myself up against the headboard and the wall, drawing my feet up under
me, trying to get as far from them as possible – the music still playing
crazily in my ears – but not loud enough to drown out their giggling and
stupidities.
“Come on
Sonia….play time.” Uncle Bob comes around the side of the bed and pulls my
headphones off. “Show her the presents John, come on.” And like a conjuror, my
Dad produces 2 big shopping bags from outside the door and brings them over to
the bed.
“Here, open
this one first.” He hands me a heavy plastic bag, with a large box inside.
I opened up
the box to find a pair of glossy black patent leather boots – not what I’d been
expecting at all, although I can’t say I’d been expecting anything good. I
lifted them out of their box and held them up.
“Yeah…great…you
like them Sonia?” My Uncle is just like a little boy…well almost. “Come on,
take off those dumb pyjamas and try them on.”
When they
are like this it’s best to play along, so I slowly slid off the bed and
stripped off my pale blue satin PJ’s – another
present from Uncle Bob who often enjoyed feeling me up through the material
before sliding them down and fucking me with the bottoms around my ankles.
While I was
stripping off Dad went through my underwear drawer and picked out some silky
black stockings, which he tossed over next to me on the bed. “Put those on
first, it’ll help with the boots….and look even sexier.”
Sitting on
the foot of the bed I rolled up the stockings one by one and slipped them onto
my feet, then smoothed them up my legs to the top of my thighs. Uncle Bob and
Dad just stood and watched, automatically stroking their dripping cocks as they
ogled me.
I’ve always
liked that…being looked at and wanted…being desired and sexy. Even when I was
little I liked dressing up and being looked at – I guess that’s how Uncle Bob
got around me in the beginning, having me dress up for him and then slowly
corrupting me.
Once I’d
smoothed out the sheer black stockings I took one of the boots and unzipped it,
sliding the zip down the inside of the new leather – I love the smell of new
leather. And I noticed for the first time how long the heels were – 5 inches of
stiletto spike. And the toes were so pointed and sharp you could kill someone
with them if you kicked them.
I slipped
my left foot into the tight-fitting boot and squeezed my toes to the end,
pushing my heel down. The boot was tight – squeezing and squashing my toes and
clamping my whole foot in a smooth hard grip. Reaching down I tugged and
squeezed the zip up and closed the boot, closing my foot and calf into its
vice-like grip. God I love wearing boots like this – tight, restrictive and
firm – forcing your leg to take a sexy stance on the high heels.
The second
foot followed and it felt snug, tight like my calves and feet were being
squeezed and supported – a nice solid feeling. Do you know what I mean – you
should try it.
But there
was no time to dally that night.
“Wow!” Said
Uncle Bob, “I told you she would look great in those. Now come on baby slip
this collar on for us.” And he handed me a red leather dog collar! Yeah a wide one with a metal clip for attaching the lead (or leash
for you Americans). Now I had never worn a collar before and it made me
a little nervous, but it fitted OK and wasn’t too tight – and it did look kind
of sexy in the mirror.
“Yeah –
that’s cute. Now, here’s the next surprise Sonia.” And Uncle Bob pulled out of
the second bag a large rectangular cardboard box, which he opened himself.
“Da-da!” He exclaimed as he held up the biggest fucking
rubber cock I had ever seen. My face must have been a real scream, because
Uncle Bob and my Dad just burst out laughing and just about peed themselves.
“Oh My God!
No Daddy, I can’t do that, it’s too big!” I managed to stammer as they
recovered themselves and brought the monstrous thing over to me. It was about
11 inches (that’s 28 centimetres) long for the cock, with big rubber balls at
the base. It was 3 or 4 inches thick and had a big fat head, just like a real
cock. It even had fake veins running along it. And it was BLACK! A fucking huge
black rubber cock!
He thrust
it into my hands, still grinning at the shock on my face. “Feel it baby. Feel
how hard and smooth it is? Nearly as big as Uncle Bob’s hey?”
He was right
– at least about the feeling, but not about the size. It was the biggest cock
I’d ever seem, real or fake. I’ve seen some porn films since with blacks who
have cocks about the same size, and they look impressive. I’ve also had my
hands around horse cocks and they are even bigger of course.
I turned it
over in my hands, feeling the weight and the texture. And I noticed that the
balls had some slits cut through the edges, as though it was meant to be
attached to something.
“Take it
easy Sonia, we aren’t gonna make you take that –
yet.” I didn’t like that last word, it sounded like it had an edge to it.
“Here, give it to me and I’ll show you what those slits are for.” So I gave it
back and he pulled some rubber straps out of the box and started fitting them
through the slits. I guess he must have tried it out before, because he had the
whole thing done in a couple of minutes. I was sort of fascinated watching him,
but all the time Dad was watching me, slowly stroking his cock. I’m sure that
if Uncle Bob had taken another minute Dad would have had to jump on me.
“There you
go.” He said holding up the contraption. He had managed to put it all together
and the straps clearly formed some kind of harness. “Come and stand here in
front me and I’ll show you how it fits.” He sat down
on the edge of the bed and I stood in front of him. Looking at myself in the
mirror while I was standing there, I did think that I looked pretty sexy – the
high heeled boots shining in the bedroom light, the silky stockings extending
the glossy blackness of the boots up to the top of my thighs. Then the pale tan of my skin; the V between my legs, with just a
shadow of hair starting to grow. My tummy was quite flat and looking
pretty sporty. And I noticed that my boobs were getting bigger now, and
rounder, with cute little nipples standing out in the middle – I would need to
get a bigger bra size soon. Umm...for a girl that was almost 14 (well almost) I
thought I looked pretty good – despite everything.
I liked the
feeling of extra height that the heels gave me, and the confidence of the tight
boots. The toes were a bit uncomfortable though – they were a bit too pointy
and my toes were squashed with my weight pushing them hard into the narrow
space. I seemed to tower over my Uncle – who couldn’t help licking his lips as
he fumbled with the straps on the harness – my pussy
only a couple of feet in front of his face.
“Here, step
into this.” He said with a dry, rough voice – I guess he was getting pretty
turned on by the whole thing. So I stepped into the harness and he drew it up
my legs, over my thighs, until the part holding the big rubber balls and
monster cock was sitting in the V of my legs, covering my pussy. It was pretty
snug fitting, but my Uncle tightened the straps until they bit into my skin and
made me gasp. He completed the assembly by putting a belt around my waist and
attaching the final strap from that to the top of the base of the cock. And
“Voila!” there I stood, wearing my first ever strap-on cock – jutting out at
about 60 degrees and looking pretty damn mean! It was as long as my forearm,
but thicker than my wrist, and the knob was bigger than my little girly fist.
Humongous!
They made
me parade up and down the room a couple of times, admiring the sight of their
little girl all dressed up as a whore, but with an added bonus – a huge black
dick wobbling in front as I balanced precariously on my 5” stiletto heels. I
don’t know how you guys manage to walk with your hard-ons;
it feels so weird having this great big thing stuck out there, swinging up and
down, side to side. Weird.
My Dad
stepped up to me and tilted his head down to kiss me on the mouth – he didn’t
need to bend as far as normal, thanks to the heels. He tongued my mouth for a
while and I felt his hand slide over my left boob, down my belly and…I glanced
in the mirror out the corner of my eye… he was fondling the big black shaft
that was between us. It was like he was feeling-up another man, and from the
state of his own dripping cock and the way his tongue thrust in and around my
mouth, he liked what he was feeling.
A discreet
cough from my Uncle brought Dad out of his growing passion with my new cock,
and Uncle Bob stepped up with the lead (leash?) that went with my new collar.
Matching red leather, about 6 feet (2 metres) long, with a loop at the end for
the “owner’s” hand, he attached it to the collar with a click.
“Now
sweetheart, we get to the best part. But we need to you to be real quiet when
we take you next door. If you say anything, or do anything that gives away who
you are, Uncle Bob is going to be very, VERY angry. You are going to get a
surprise, but you will do EXACTLY what we tell you to do. You will say nothing.
You will do whatever we say, or we will hurt you. Do you understand?” I nodded,
not having a clue what he was talking about. But I didn’t want even more
problems, so OK. Sure, why not?
“Just to
make sure that you stay quiet, here is a little something to help. We will take
it off if you are good – OK.” And he held up the final object from the bag – a
shiny red ball gag, with rubber straps to hold it in place.
Since I had
come this far there was no going back – even if I had had a choice. Anyway I
had been gagged often enough in the past so this was no new experience – just a
new gag.
So Uncle
Bob fitted the ball into my mouth – it was a bit big and forced my jaws to the
limit. Even before he had attached the strap behind my head the drooling had
started; my saliva flowing freely out the corners of my mouth and trickling
down my chin, dripping onto the floor and my boobs.
“Okay,
looks like we’re all set for the big event John. Now remember Sonia – I mean it
– you do what we tell you; no hesitation and no sound, we will be filming the
whole thing and I want it right first time. Right, let’s go.”
It takes a
long time to write all this down, and quite a while to read. But of course at
the time all of this only took 15-20 minutes, well maybe 30 minutes. But what
happened next was the most shocking thing since my first rape, and without
doubt scarred me for life.
Uncle Bob
took the lead and led me out of the door and the few short steps to my parents’
bedroom. Daddy followed along behind, no doubt admiring the view of my heels,
boots, legs and ass as I strutted my way down the
corridor. High heels do that you know, especially high heeled boots – they make
you strut, you can’t help it – and that’s what you guys love isn’t it? A
strutting young bitch in high heels and stockings!
It was a
short walk to the next bedroom and when Uncle Bob opened the door for me to
enter, it was – well – another one of those ‘am I dreaming, or is this a
nightmare’ scenes. It’s hard to describe the shock of these things when they
happen. It’s a bit like pain, it fades pretty fast afterwards and we’re just
left with an unpleasant memory and a fear – like going to the dentist.
The shock
took my breath away and my knees went weak. I froze in the doorway and only the
tugging on the lead kept me moving into the room.
This is
what shocked me. On the bed, on her back was my Mum. She was tied spread-eagle
by her wrists and ankles to the corners of her bed by cords. She was wearing
only a pair of black sheer stockings, like mine – and she had a ball gag like
mine too. She was also blindfolded. Under her ass was a pillow that lifted her
off the bed and would give easy access to anyone, whatever they wanted to do to
her.
There were
two video cameras set up on tripods in the room: one in the corner furthest
from the door that would be able to take in the whole bedroom scene; and the second
camera was positioned high up above the bed to the right of it, focussed just
to take in the action on the bed.
I took all
this in only slowly as my senses returned from whatever planet they fly to when
these things happen to me.
When I
could start taking in more detail I noticed even worse things, like the red and
pink stripes across my Mum’s breasts and tummy from where she had been whipped.
One of her stockings had slipped down to her left knee and I could see red
stripes crossing her thigh as well.
But the
worst thing of all was that she was moving – the cords weren’t tied so tight
that she had no play on them and she was twisting and pulling at her cords, her
thigh and arm muscles straining against the ropes. Her head was rolling from
side to side. She was shining with sweat and in the bright lights set up for
the cameras her skin seemed to glisten. And she was making a kind of mewing
sound through the ball gag, groaning and moaning as she writhed.
At first I
thought she was pulling and twisting to try and escape, but she seemed to be
thrusting her hips as though she was fucking something. And then I saw and
heard what it was she was doing. Buried in her pussy and ass she had two
vibrators – I could hear their buzzing coming from deep inside her. The
squeezing and clamping of her thighs were her efforts to keep them inside her
and to keep her pleasure going as orgasm after orgasm ripped through her. Her
thighs and the pillow under her were covered in her juices and I could see that
her pussy was oozing. Her pussy hair had been trimmed and shaved so that just a
whisper of black covered her opening – or it would have covered it if she
hadn’t been spread wide open and had a plastic vibrating cock rammed right up
her cunt.
Over on the
dressing table I could see that ‘toys’ that had been used to cause those red
stripes criss-crossing my Mum’s body – various leather belts, a Cat O’ 9 Tails,
a riding crop and several paddles. Not to mention 3 or 4 dildos and vibrators
of different shapes, sizes and colours.
I came back
to reality with a sharp tug on the lead from Uncle Bob. “OK Sweety,
now you’ve seen what’s happening it’s time to get to work.”
As soon as
she heard his voice my Mum stopped her twisting and turning and tried to speak,
but of course all that came out were “Mrrrr…urrr…grrr…uurrrr.”
Not exactly useful and both men just laughed.
“So here’s
what you are going to do sweetheart. First off we want you to go and pull that
little cock out of her cunt. OK? Just pull it out, hold it up to that camera
[he pointed at the one in the corner] give a nice smile and then toss it over
to where John is. Right?”
Feeling
like a punch-drunk boxer I just nodded. I couldn’t exactly say “No way you sick pervert!” could I, especially with that lump of rubber filling up my
mouth.
So with the
lead Uncle Bob guided me to the foot of the bed and indicated for me to climb
up between my Mum’s spread legs. Taking shaky steps I
moved into position and slowly raised my right leg up over the brass frame that
was the foot of the bed. First my right knee, then the left, and my whole
weight was on the bed, kneeling on all-fours, with my hands just a few inches
from my Mum’s dripping-wet pussy and with her legs forming a ‘V’ just in front
of my face.
“Go on. Do
it.” Was the encouragement from Uncle Bob as I looked up at their expectant faces.
So I put my
left hand on my Mum’s right thigh, and with my right hand I tried to grip the
vibrator stuck up her pussy. Her thigh was hot and sweaty to my touch, smooth
and a bit flabby – compared to mine. I had never touched Mum or any woman there
before, but she moaned again when she felt my touch and pushed her hips up. She
couldn’t see me of course, but she knew there was someone between her legs. I
wondered what she would think or do if she could see her little baby girl now?
The end of
the vibrator was almost completely buried up her snatch and what was sticking
out was slimy and slippery with all her juices. I needed to slide my fingers a
little way up her dripping honey pot to get a good grip. She was already trying
to hump my hand as I tried to pull the thing out of her. God she was a
sex-crazed bitch. How could my own Mother be so dirty? She didn’t even know who
the hell it was that was touching her!
After a bit
of fishing around I managed to get a grip on the buzzing, round cylinder and
ease it out of her. Once it started sliding it came out easily and the pointed
end came out with that disgusting wet ‘slurp-plop’ that our cunts
make when they’ve been well fucked and you guys pull out too quickly.
It was
still buzzing away in my hand, but I didn’t know how to switch it off, so I
held it up for the camera – like I had been told (aren’t I a good girl?) and
flipped it over to where my Daddy was standing just off-camera.
Mum was
moaning and groaning again and twisting around. Her pussy seemed to be gasping
and trying to find something to fill it again. And it seemed she was going to
get her way because my next instructions came at that moment.
“Good. Now
baby, this slut needs something extra and YOU are going to give it to her. I
want you to get that nice big cock of yours up her fuck tunnel. OK – you got
that? Climb up the bed and slide that thing into her.”
Now I know
that using a cock comes naturally to you guys (to fuck with I mean, not just
jerking-off), well sort of naturally – after we girls give you a helping hand
to put it where it needs to be. But when you haven’t used a cock before,
especially such a monster of one, it’s not that easy to figure out what to do.
To get the
big black cock head up to her juicy hole I needed to half lie on top of her, my
weight on my knees and left hand, as I tried to guide that fist-sized lump into
her snatch. To make it worse the pointed toes and sharp heels of my boots kept
catching in the bed covers.
Finally I
got the head up against her hole and started rubbing it between her pussy lips.
She was so wet that it was soon glistening and starting to slip inside, but it
was so damn big that I couldn’t get it into her. And every time I touched her
skin with my hand, knee or arm, she would groan and try and press against me –
like trying to fuck an octopus! She was trying to hump back at the rubber cock
and that was making it even harder to get up her fuck hole.
Thankfully
she had some slack in the cords holding her legs and she was able to spread her
thighs a bit wider and open her pussy even more. That did the trick and by
pushing with my hips and legs I managed to get the head inside.
Bracing
myself against my heels I was able to start feeding and pushing more of that
black monster cock into her hole. I was sweating now with the effort and
concentration and the sweat from my face mixed with the drool from my gagged
mouth to drip off my chin onto my Mum’s tummy and boobs.
Slowly I
was able to work that rubber cock up inside her and she was pushing back onto
me with all her strength. She was bucking like a rodeo horse and it was hard
for me to stay on her and keep my balance.
By now the
cock was halfway inside – 6 or 7 inches – and my face was level with hers, my
nipples brushing against her boobs as she heaved and pushed at my cock. But I
was stuck! I couldn’t get any grip to push harder and I couldn’t pull back
either – what a sight I must have been, slipping around on top of her,
struggling to fuck my own Mother!
I pulled
myself up on both arms, like I was doing push ups, like I had seen my Dad and
Uncle do when they fucked me, to try and put my weight behind the cock – and
SLAP! Something slashed across my ass – “Ummmmfffff”
was all I could say through the ball gag. The shock and pain made me jerk my
hips forward – unblocking the cock and driving it further up my Mum.
SLAP!
Another slash of the crop across my ass made me jerk forward again. SLAP! “Ummmmfffff!” SLAP! “Ummmmffff” And suddenly the fat rubber cock was all the way
in – right up to the hilt, or the balls to be more accurate. My ass was
burning, but at least I had the cock where my Mum wanted it.
“Now fuck
the bitch, come on!” Came my instructions from the
side of the bed.
Jesus Christ,
you know it’s harder than it looks to fuck somebody like that! It took all the
strength in my arms, tummy and thighs to drag that
cock out of her, and all my weight to force it back in.
Of course
the thrust inwards was helped by the crop and my Uncle’s arm. Each thrust was
driven home with a SLAP! And a “Ummfffff”
from me.
Mum was off
her head though and just kept humping back at me, thrust for thrust, groaning
and moaning through her gag, twisting her head from side to side. God knows how
such a little body could take such a monster cock.
After a few
minutes of this my strength was fading and the crop just wasn’t making much
difference. Uncle Bob decided on a small change in the scene.
“Take off
their gags John. Let’s have a little snogging.” For you
foreign guys, ‘snogging’ is passionate kissing,
sometimes called French kissing – usually with lots of tongue. And usually between boys and girls, unless you’re gay of course.
So off came
our balls gags – thank God! They are so tough on your jaws and make you drool
all the time. So I got a minute of rest while Dad took those things off of us
and got out of camera shot again.
“Okay
girls, let’s get to it. Kiss! And let’s see plenty of tongue.”
My jaw was
aching and I was feeling exhausted, so I did as I was told. Hell at least I
could rest a little by lying on top of my Mum and slowing down my thrusts into
her. But of course I had never kissed a girl and never dreamed of kissing my
Mum like that. What was I supposed to do? Of course I’ve had to kiss my Dad and
Uncle like that, but that was different.
I closed my
eyes and kissed her on the mouth, pretending that I was somewhere else, kissing
someone else – anyone else, I didn’t care who. But I needn’t have worried – my
Mum was insatiable and had loads of energy left. Her lips locked onto mine at
the first touch and her tongue was inside my mouth like a flash – a slippery
mouth eel that slithered and thrust its way over my own tongue and around my
teeth. She sucked my own tongue into her mouth and gave an expert demonstration
of how to snog.
Just as we
pass the kissing thing, I bet you’ve noticed that girls always close their eyes
when they kiss – whether they kiss boys or girls. Have you noticed? Do you know why? Well there are 2 possible
reasons, you can take your pick: the first of course is that they are so
passionate about your wonderful performance as a kisser that they are carried
away in your embrace and want to give their full senses to the thrill going on
in their mouth; the second possible reason is that you are bloody hopeless as a
kisser and we need to close our eyes so that you can’t see how we really feel –
and hopefully we can fantasise that we are being kissed by Matt Damon or some
other
But back to
me being snogged by my Mum
while I’m on top of her with a huge black dildo embedded in her cunt.
Now you can
say what you want about my Uncle Bob, but he can read body language. And he
could read my Mum’s body as she started to build herself up to another amazing
orgasm.
“Hey John,
looks like she’s cumming again – go over and get
ready to pull off her blindfold. I want to catch the look on her face when she
see’s whose fucking her. See if she can stop herself going over the edge when
she knows.”
He was
right of course. My Mum was humping into me and doing just about all the work.
Her hips grinding against me; her boobs rubbing back and forth across mine,
making my nipples stand up nice and hard – ummmm and yes it did feel nice. Her tongue was going wild,
fucking my mouth and licking up the spit and sweat that was spread around my
mouth and chin. Her breath was hard and fast, and her hair was plastered to her
head with the sweat.
As she
geared herself up to the final push, Uncle Bob gave my Dad the sign and he
whipped off the blindfold from her face. Her eyes were closed of course, she was lost in her own world of heat and building
orgasm.
Suddenly it
must have filtered through to her overloaded brain that she could see again,
and her eyes flickered open. They were dilated and unfocussed for a few seconds
and then they locked onto mine.
“Oh….My….God!” She stammered, her mouth struggling to make words after so long being
gagged.
“Oh My God!” She was staring into my eyes, but her body, her lust was too far gone
to stop now – as Uncle Bob had suspected. And he was there with his hand-held
camera, getting the close-up he wanted. Her shocked expression – her straining
face – her recognition that she was being fucked by her daughter – and her
helplessness at being unable to stop herself cumming
even though the core of her being knew that it was wrong!
And she did
cum. Her orgasm ripped through her body. The spasm almost bucked me off her,
but we were locked at the hips through that giant black cock, buried inside
her. Her eyes were locked on mine until the most violent part of her climax
caused her to close them in total ecstasy. She thrashed and heaved, and opened
her mouth in a silent scream – straining her throat and neck muscles as her
head arched backwards.
Finally she
collapsed back under me – totally spent.
“WOW!
Amazing! Holy SHIT!” Were some of the expressions of
appreciation from the audience.
I was
pretty stunned too. She really was amazing – I would never have thought this
could happen or that she would be able to do that. And… to be honest I wondered
what it felt like to have such a fantastic orgasm. I actually felt a bit
jealous – I know it might sound strange, but I had never cum like that.
“Okay,
we’re on a roll.” Said Uncle Bob. “Now, let’s see if
the slut will actually eat her own daughter.”
“John, undo that strap-on, but leave it stuck up the bitch’s cunt.
Sonia, I want you to climb up over your Mum’s face, so you’re facing me [he was
at the foot of the bed] and then…well just kneel over her face so that she can
get at your pussy and ass with her tongue. OK?”
With my Mum
just lying there exhausted it was pretty easy for Dad to undo the harness
straps around my waist and thighs, and I could just roll off her slippery,
squashed body – the big black dildo still stuck deep inside her – right up as
far as the big black balls lodged against her spread lips.
My ass and
thighs still stung with the pain from the cropping, and my sweat made it sting
even more.
My arms and
legs ached, but I was able to crawl on hands and knees up to the brass head
rail of the bed. I had to stand up to be able to position myself over my Mum’s
head – and those damn boots just kept getting tangled in bed clothes.
But finally
I was there – one booted foot either side of her head, my legs spread a little
so that I could just squat down and cover her face – like I was going to pee.
I looked
down past my boobs and tummy, through the ‘V’ of my thighs and I saw that my Mum
looking up at me. She must have known what was coming because she tried to
scoot as far down the bed as the cords would let her go.
“Okay
Sonia, down you go.” And it was so easy for me, just
to sink down over her face. I used the bed rail for support and just slowly
squatted down until I could feel her face (her nose I think) brush against my
ass cheeks.
Uncle Bob
stayed at the foot of the bed with his hand-held camera, so he could get the
best view.
“Okay slut,
let’s see that tongue in action.” And he slapped my Mum’s thigh to emphasise the
point.
I didn’t
for one second imagine that my Mum would actually lick me. It’s
one thing I supposed to be fucked by someone you don’t know (or at least you
can’t see), but surely you won’t lick your little girl’s pussy once you know
that it’s hers? I mean, that would say that you did it because you wanted to –
wouldn’t it?
When I felt
something touch my pussy I jumped – I was so surprised. Something was slowly
investigating my bottom. Something persistent and knowledgeable was sliding up
and down my most sensitive parts.
I felt it
slip between my pussy lips – just a little way inside. Work down between my
pussy and ass hole – flicking and touching like some mini snake.
My Uncle
leaned forward and zoomed in between my legs. He was concentrating and his
tongue stuck out a little as he tried to get the best shot.
The first
feeling was of course shock and surprise. Then it felt sort of funny – like
tickling funny. Then the tongue - because of course it was my Mum’s tongue that
was working on me – became more invading and probing. It was seeking out my hot
spots; my ‘G-spots’; my honey pot. And it started to feel…nice.
I could
feel my insides turn hot and liquid as my Mum worked on, her face covered by my
ass. I closed my eyes so that I could focus everything on what was happening
down there; and not have to see my Dad leering and stroking his cock, or my
Uncle pointing his camera at me, his cock dripping pre-cum all over the place.
It was only
afterwards that I thought about how good my Mum was at eating pussy – and
wondered where she had learned such skills. How many women had she been with?
Did she like it?
With my
left hand gripping the bed rail for support I moved my right hand down between
my legs to spread open my pussy lips – so that her tongue could get at my clit
easier. God that was starting to work. Her tongue
flicking and sliding; pushing and probing into my wet hole – yes I was wet now.
I was
pushing down onto her face. I could feel her nose between my ass cheeks,
sliding up and down my ass crack as her tongue worked back and forth over my
slit.
That heat
was building up. I knew the signs. She was going to make me cum! I couldn’t
believe it - that I would be turned-on like this. And the more I thought about
how awful and disgusting it was, the more my insides melted and my juices
flowed down into my Mum’s mouth.
Uncle Bob
saw it of course. He could tell from my breathing, sweating and the grip on the
bed rail. I was holding on with both hands now; my thighs spread wide over my
Mum’s face as she sucked at my clit; lapped at my gaping hole; swallowed
mouthfuls of my juice as it poured out of me. Now it was my turn to moan and
squirm as the waves of pleasure pulsed up from my sex and washed through me. I
came…I came on my Mum’s face; her tongue buried up my snatch; my juices spread
all over her nose, mouth and chin. She was covered in my cum.
As my
breathing returned to normal, Uncle Bob finally put down his camera and started
untying my Mum’s ankles from the bed.
The chapter
isn’t over yet though.
After he
had untied her legs he reached under her and pulled out the vibrator that had
been working away all this time up her ass. He switched it off and tossed it
over to where its brother lay on the rug by the wall. The big black dildo was
still buried to the balls up her cunt.
His cock of
course was more than hard – it was straining for relief. And so was my Dad’s.
Both were shiny and dripping with pre-cum.
Uncle Bob
climbed onto the bed and lifted my Mum’s feet and legs up above his shoulders.
“Here, keep hold of these. I’m going to see how that ass feels with her cunt
full of black.” And he put her ankles into my hands – so she was almost bent
double, with her knees touching her boobs. My pussy was still covering her face
so she couldn’t see what was happening – but she was sure going to find out.
With her
ass on the pillow and spread wide, he had easy access to her ass hole – which
was still wide-open from the stretching done by the vibrator.
Kneeling
against her ass, with his left hand on my tit for balance, he positioned his
cock at her ass entrance – and pushed – hard! He used his weight and the
strength in his thighs to push his full length into her anus in one stroke.
I felt more
than heard her scream into my pussy as he raped her ass. With me holding her
legs he had his hands free to feel, slap, squeeze and pinch whatever he could
reach as he thrust viciously in and out of her ass. With her pussy full of fat
dildo her anus must have been even tighter than normal – and he simply took his
pleasure from her straining guts. He humped her mercilessly until finally,
after a few minutes, he drove his shaft in right up to his hairy balls, groaned
loudly and pumped his slimy seed into her intestines.
Uncle Bob
can be a selfish bastard sometimes and without more than a few seconds to
recover he just pulled his spent cock out of her raped anus – leaving it gaping
open, and climbed off the bed. I felt her scream again when he pulled out and
she gave a loud fart as his cock left her. Uncle Bob just swaggered over to the
window and wiped his shitty cock on the curtains.
But of
course our ordeal still wasn’t over – there was my Dad to take care of.
He wasn’t
interested in ‘sloppy seconds’ this time and didn’t go for her ass. He was too
far gone to fuck anything and needed quick relief – his balls were bursting.
So he
pulled my Mum’s legs from me and let them drop to the bed. As quick as he could
he climbed up and knelt in front on me, sitting on my Mum’s tummy. He was
desperate to cum and just knelt/sat there rubbing his cock, wanking
over my Mum’s trapped face and my pussy.
He leaned
forward and licked some of the sweat off my tits and belly as he rubbed – his
sweaty face looking back and forth between me and my Mum – until he came: “Holy
Fucking Jesus Christ!” - As he pumped his cock in his fist, milking the sperm
from his balls onto my Mum’s face and spattering cum over my cunt, thighs and
stomach - a pretty impressive load from my Dad for once.
He climbed
off the bed and he and Uncle Bob stood admiring the scene for a minute – smug
and grinning, their cocks drooping at last.
“Time to tidy up now girls. Fun’s over for today!” How funny it was for
them.
I was
exhausted and just slumped down onto the bed next to my Mum, my head by her
feet. She was unconscious or asleep, passed-out or fainted – her breathing was
deep and regular, so she was okay.
My Uncle
reached across and started pulling at the monstrous black dildo that was still
stuck up her. “Come on, give me a hand.” So my Dad went to help and it took
them both to drag that thing out of her. Lying there I could see the suction
that her pussy had and it looked like she was being turned inside-out as it
slowly slid out of her, still covered in her juice and cunt slime.
Finally,
with that same ‘PLOP’ and a cunt-fart, the monster was out. Her pussy was so
stretched I could see deep inside her, and I could easily have put my entire
fist and arm up there.
“Here you
go baby, here’s a nice big lollipop for you.” Uncle Bob said as he held out the
huge dildo. “Let’s see you practise with this – you never know you might have
to handle a cock this size one day. Lick it clean for me.”
So another
new experience for me today – the first time I’ve ever tasted another woman’s
pussy juice. I had tried my own, but no one else’s.
I just
wanted the day to end and did what I was told. I licked and slobbered and
sucked at that thing. Holding it in both hands I cleaned it off with my tongue
and lips. Except for the slightly rubbery taste the juice was a lot like mine –
I quite like the taste of my own pussy, so it wasn’t too hard to swallow.
But there’s
no explaining what makes you guys tick and both my Dad and Uncle Bob were
getting excited again watching me lick and suck at this huge black dick.
“Baby, you
have talent. But you ain’t the only one, hey John?”
He looked over at my Dad and winked. “How about showing the girls what us boys can do. Come on John, like in the old days.”
So there I
am lying on my back with a double handful of black rubber cock, and suddenly
just above me I have my Uncle’s newly stiff, but still pretty smelly cock. He’s
kneeling on the bed at my side, his balls only inches from my face.
Now get
this – my Dad kneels at the side of the bed and leans across me to take my
Uncle’s dirty cock in his mouth! FUCK ME…what a shock – my Dad’s a fucking
queer. Now if you remember from an earlier chapter I had already seen my Dad
eat his brother’s cum (remember – in the car?), but this was pure homo!
My Dad went
at it like a champ and right there above my face he was taking his brother’s
cock deep into his mouth, sucking, licking the shaft and head, fondling Uncle
Bob’s balls – the works.
Holy Christ
my Dad started giving Uncle Bob deep-throat. I had never seen that done up
close before, and not by any man. I could see Uncle Bob’s cock pushing deep
into my Dad’s throat – like a fucking gannet trying to swallow a big fish. The
lump moving up and down in his throat until he gagged and Bob took it out –
dollops of my Dad’s throat slime dripping on to my face. Uncle Bob was grunting
and moaning like a pig on heat – I couldn’t see his face but I could picture
it.
With one
hand wrapped around his brother’s shaft and the other cupping his balls, my Dad
was fucking Uncle Bob with his face. I saw him slide his hand under Uncle Bob’s
balls, and slide a finger into his ass. Uncle Bob helped by opening his legs a
little so that my Dad could get easier access. My Dad just toyed with Bob’s ass
hole – an inch in, then out, then back in to the knuckle. A slow finger-fuck of
Uncle Bob’s anus, while his mouth sucked at his gland and his other hand
squeezed and rolled his balls.
No man can
stand that kind of treatment for long and I could see Uncle Bob’s ball sack
tightening up. My Dad speeded-up his throat-fucking action and ball squeezing,
he was gonna milk out every drop from Uncle Bob’s big
bollocks.
My Dad
pulled back a little as Uncle Bob started shooting – he wanted to catch his
brother’s load in his mouth, not have it pumped down his throat.
He milked
his brother for every last sperm and collected it all in his mouth. Once he was
happy that Bob was empty he let his cock drop out of his mouth.
Now it was
‘feeding time’ for me and my Dad reached down and grabbed my jaws, pulling them
open. He leaned over and opened his mouth above mine, letting his brother’s cum
load drip into my mouth.
To complete
the transfer he kissed me on the mouth and I could feel his tongue swirling
around in my mouth, mixing up my saliva with Uncle Bob’s cum. Pretty disgusting
– but no worse than licking your Mum’s cunt slime off an 11 inch rubber cock
after she’s brought you to orgasm with her mouth.
So that my first lesbian experience, but not my last. It was also the first sex with my
Mum, but this turned out to be just the start.
I know this
was a long chapter, but if you got this far – thanks for reading.
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