A Year In The Life 2

Maybe I could blame my parents or my wife. I mean, these things just didn't happen. They had an origin, a spark, an inspiration. They came from somewhere.

"OK, baby. It's time." I laid back and let Dante fasten me to the table. Of course, I had to make sure my cheerleader uniform was all straight first.

Maybe it was the mushrooms. You know, that's as good a place to start as any.

Damn, that was just a year ago and so much had changed. New Year's Eve at my parents, we were sitting around enjoying our third, or maybe fourth bottle of champagne. My dad winked at my mom and handed Jenny and me some homemade mushroom candies.

Who doesn't trust their parents? Jenny tried one. Fuck it, I ate three. My dad laughed.

"Steve, just relax and let it happen." It was my dad's voice as the room started to move and dance around me. I could see my mom comforting Jenny. Wait, was she undressing my wife? Shit, fuck, hell, was my dad undressing me?

It was all surreal, but I remember all of it. Jenny and my mom kissed and touched each other. My dad's voice told me it was ok. I listened. Then he touched me, and I touched him. Damn it, I stroked his cock. Fuck me. I sucked it while Jenny and my mom smiled and watched.

It wasn't a dream when my dad came on my face or when just a little later, deep inside Jenny's dripping sex. My mother's ample breasts bouncing in front of my face as she rode my cock; that was real, too.

The aftermath was worse, or maybe better. The next morning, I awoke to see my wife, her face buried in my mom's crotch, licking and slurping while my mother moaned and cried in pleasure. I should probably have thought that odd. But I was too busy dealing with the strange and wonderful feelings tearing through my body as my father took my anal virginity, filling me with his seed.

Within weeks, I was a spectator, as my parents used my wife as their toy. My cock in a cage, me dressed in something frilly, a maid's uniform, the same cheerleader outfit I was wearing tonight.

Not long after, it was my turn, except my wife didn't watch. She helped as my dad fucked my ass and my mother smothered my face with her pussy. She was the one that recruited Dante, her 6'6" black manager, to join us, giggling with glee as he ravaged my ass, and my dad fucked my face.

I think her favorite, though, was to have me bound and gagged in the closet, letting me watch unseen, while other men she brought home did the same things to her.

When she was done, I would clean up the mess, licking their cum from her quivering quim and her gaping ass.

Sometimes, she would dress me in lingerie and record me playing with dildos, sucking one while I fucked my ass with another. I wouldn't find out until later that she wasn't recording, she was broadcasting. I had hundreds of loyal followers that tipped very well.

Then, everything changed. Sort of, but not really. My dad caught some guy from work fucking my mom without his permission, He got pissed. She went to live with her new lover, and Jenny and I moved in with my dad. My dad and Dante. The thing was Jenny slept with my dad, and I with Dante.

Dante loved my sweet little ass, and love to share it too. That's how tonight happened. I may have made this sound like I wasn't complicit, but to be fair, after my dad raped me that first time, I knew the truth. Just like my family did. I was a sissy, a cock slut, a whore, just waiting to blossom.

That brings me back to tonight. I'd read a story on this site called Literotica. It was about a girl being tied to a rotating table and fucked by eight guys. I showed it to Dante, and the plan was put in motion.

There was Dante, and my dad, and six other men handpicked by my lovely wife/stepmother. The champagne had been drunk, and the toasts made. I was starting the new year as my true self.

"You comfy my gorgeous little slut?" Dante smiled at me. I nodded.

And it began. Two at a time. It was heaven.