I could feel it inside me. My little asshole had stretched beyond the limits I had ever thought possible. With every push forward, he brought tears to my eyes and a fresh searing pain to the deepest part of my bowels. I cried a bit but the cock in my pussy at the same time just brought new heights of ecstasy that overwrote the pain in my little butt. My cries weren't so much from that pain, as that just fueled my lust, but more from the depths of my soul, as this is what I had always wanted, pure animal rage pounding into me.
Call it a sick fantasy, call it a suspect upbringing, I really don't care. The idea of being used like this, like a total fuck doll, without a single care as to how I take their cocks, as long as I take them -- that's what I've been needing. And the fact that it was my brother and my father fulfilling my needs made it all the more exciting.
I've played around with several boys in school, my parents begging me to wait until I was at least 18 (probably realizing my oversexed nature before I did), and now that I had finally become of age, the floodgates were open, and I was allowed to discover every inch of the fantasies that had become obsessions in my mind over the years.
You would have though I was trying to earn a living fucking, the way I came out of the chute and tore into the boys at my school. If it weren't for the respect they had for my brother (he's a big guy who takes pride in tearing apart quarterbacks at our Friday night games), I would surely have a very slutty reputation, but in all honesty, being a virgin in this day and age is the minority.
Growing up I spent most of my spare time ravaging the prono mags I found under my parents bed. Pretty racy stuff from what I could tell at that age. Then I stumbled across some of the websites my brother would visit on the computer we share. And my mind opened wide to take all of it in. Everything caught my eye and I couldn't wait to try it. The really unsanitary stuff like golden showers and scat didn't interest me, but the way those women would allow themselves to be used. Stuffed in each end, bent over and reamed without a care in the world, and the dirty talk... Oh how I loved listening to these beautiful girls called some of the filthiest things in the world. I couldn't wait to experience that and see, first hand, why they enjoyed it so much.
I practically raped half the boys I had been with since I turned of age. For the first month, my dating ritual consisted of my head in the current beau's lap half way down the street from my house, and usually ended up with him dumping a load inside one of my tight little orifices.
One time I actually had a boy take me to a party and try to treat me like a lady. I knew he had fixated on me in English class, and thought he was just after a good fuck, but low and behold, he held my door open, bought me dinner, and took me to the a party hand in hand. I had made a few hints and attempts to get his pants down, but either I was too subtle or he couldn't believe such a 'delicate flower' (as a note from him read) could be such a tart. Finally, we entered the party and I immediately grabbed us two beers before finding an empty room at the back of the house.
I was so horny I could scream, and as we sat there making out on the bed, he actually pushed my hand out of his pants and told me he wanted to wait for a 'special' time. That was it. I stood, fixed my dress, and told him in no uncertain terms that he had a choice between his dick going in me tonight, or someone else's dick would do just fine... That night two of the guys from our swim team politely escorted my sobbing date to his car, then came back and took turns with me in the back bedroom. I wanted to try double penetration, but they weren't comfortable with the possibility that their balls might rub together or some homophobic thing.
So taking turns it was. One in my mouth, or in my pussy, or in my ass... it was all a blur of two long, thick cocks trading places in one of my holes. What they lacked in talking dirty (which is one of those things that just sets me off), they made up for in how they used those luscious cocks. I did get called a slut a couple of times, which was nice.
Sorry, I seemed to have gotten off on a tangent while giving a brief idea of my background. Where was I? Oh yea.
So the night I became the family whore was interesting to say the least.
My brother, Mike, and I had always been close growing up. We did the typical kid thing and practiced kissing each other; though it took us weeks of practice just to ensure we were 'doing it right'. It never went much further. I think he was afraid of being caught and branded some weird sexual predator, and I didn't want to break my promise to my parents. Even though shortly after we began to practice our kissing technique, I began to see websites in the browser history that delved into incest, namely brothers giving their sisters exactly what us little sluts deserved for being such teases.
I became an avid reader of these stories, and a fan of some of the videos he had downloaded. On occasion there would be the odd video with a sexy young lady and what I could only assume was her older, handsome father. Deep down inside, I liked those the best.
Still, no matter how much I wanted or thought about taking things with my brother a little further, I knew he was too nervous about it, and it would hurt my parents should they find out. So we were well behaved teenagers, until a recent evening spent in front of the TV.
"Christ! There's nothing on the friggin' tube." , he sighed. We'd been channel surfing for about an hour, finding difficulty in deciding between Al Pacino as a Cuban refugee turned drug lord, or Jean Claude Van Damme as a time traveling cop. "So let's watch the Van Damme movie.", I said, knowing that he hated that movie, and would realize my ulterior motive.
"You just want to see his ass when he does the splits". I curled up against him, fluffing my pillow as it lay on his lap. "Maybe it's not his ass I'm interested in." My devilish grin giving away all my dirty little secrets, while he put his arm around me and began flipping channels again.
"I bet.", he said quietly, You know you've really become a little rumor factory, yea?" Playing the slightest bit dumb, "What do you mean?" "Well, there's only so many guys that will keep their mouth shut around campus, and there's only so many times a guy can hear his friends talk behind his back about how great his sister is at giving head."
"Just giving head? Is that all I'm complimented on?"
"I'm just sayin..."
"And what are you saying? You jealous it's not your cock in my mouth?"