Heaven

Warning! The sex described in this story is extremely casual. There are also a lot of incestuous encounters. If any of this bothers you, I advise you to read another story. If not, enjoy!

*

Who-is-who: (returning characters)

Jamie, the protagonist of the story, has one younger sister Cindy, who is engaged to Jason.

Their parents are Cynthia and Mark.

Their neighbors are Simon and Caroline.

Mark has a sister, Maureen. Her two boys are Samuel and Noah.

Malcolm has made the transfer from the “Just a cumrag”-series.

Miranda is Cindy’s best friend. Her sister is Suzie.

*

She was butt naked, toweling herself off.

“Morning cunt,” I whispered as I walked in.

“Good morning Jamie,” she replied, slightly annoyed, but unwilling to start a fight.

I informed her of Suzie’s party and the fact that Jason was invited as well.

“Where is Jason anyway?” I asked.

“How the fuck should I know?” she whispered, obviously not giving a damn.

“All right then,” I replied, “We’ll swing by his place and check it out.”

“Oh, will we now?” Cindy asked defiantly, “Who put you in charge all of a sudden?”

“You did,” I grinned, “When you made me your maid of honor. The bachelorette party is tomorrow… and I need you all rallied up and horny as fuck, so you can get completely and utterly destroyed!”

Surprised and a little shocked, she just gawked at me for a moment, not knowing what to say.

“So… no dick for you today,” I grinned, “No sucking, no fucking… no orgasms.”

“What?” she whined disappointed, as the reality of her situation began to dawn on her, “But I’ve got errands to run. What if someone needs servicing?”

“Don’t worry,” I replied, “I’ll be with you the whole time. I’ll provide whatever services are required. You won’t have to lift a finger.”

“Lucky me,” she whispered, her voice dripping with sarcasm. I escorted her to her room where we both put on a short skirt and a flimsy top. I clasped a red bracelet on her right wrist — indicating that she was off limits today.

On our way down, we ran into a naked Samuel, his hard dick sticking out a like a sore thumb.

“Ah, just what I was looking for,” he grinned as he grabbed his dong, “Fresh pussy.”

Before Cindy could react, I jumped out in front of her and grabbed Samuel’s dick.

“These pussies have somewhere to be,” I said as I started jerking him off with my right hand, while I wriggled the index finger of my left hand up his ass and started massaging his prostate, just like that.

“Wha… oh fuck,” he gasped, surprised, “I… oh… shit… you’re… oh fuck!”

He continued moaning and whining for the next forty seconds.

When I felt him started to tremble, I instantly pulled my finger out of his ass and moved my stroking hand all the way down to the base of his shaft, stretching the skin of his cock and thereby providing him with considerable discomfort. I simply cut him off from all friction as I looked him dead in the eye.

“Oh Jamie,” he moaned, realizing what I was doing.

“You don’t mind if I ruin it for you, do you Sammy?” I whispered in an excited, ridiculing voice. His sperm left his balls and rushed up his tube, but had no way out. He grunted and whined for a moment, but quickly realized that his orgasm was ruined beyond all hope. Once it was over, I released my grip just a little bit — allowing his pent-up cum to drip out of his piss hole.

“Fuck, that’s so hot!” Cindy whispered, glancing down at his trembling body. I kept my hand wrapped around his shrinking dick until it was too small to hold.

“I ruined it good, didn’t I, Sammy boy?” I chuckled, mocking him further.

“Shiiiit,” he whispered as he slid down the wall, collapsing on his ass on one of the stairs, drained but completely unsatisfied.

Cindy and I headed down and passed by the kitchen, where I quickly washed my hands. After putting on some shoes — and ignoring the fucking sounds coming from the living room — I grabbed the car keys and we snuck out of the house.

About six minutes later, we pulled up to Jason’s place and parked out front. We didn’t ring the doorbell, but instead just went around the back. On the kitchen floor, we found one of Lorna’s skirts, completely ripped, along with a blouse and a bra. There was a lot of dried up cum on the grey, metallic fridge door.

The beige, room high drapes from the patio had been pulled down and stuffed in the dishwasher, which was half-open. In the dining room, several chairs were knocked over and the chandelier had been pulled out of its ceiling supports — probably from swinging from it. The resulting pieces were scattered all over the dining room table as well as the entire floor.

“What the…” Cindy whispered, shocked.

Things only got worse from there. I swear, if I live to be a hundred, I’ll never forget the sight of that living room. The large couch had been moved to the center of the room. The cushions, blankets and the smaller pillows had been taken out and thrown all over the place. Most of them were covered in dried up cock and cunt juice.

The glass coffee table had been thrown and shattered against the wall. The two abstract pictures which normally hung above the couch, were now on the floor, smashed to pieces. On the other wall, three small light fixtures had been pulled clean out of the wall and were hanging loose by their wiring.

I counted three used dildo’s throughout the room. There was also an empty jar of lube on the floor, along with a gag ball and a pair of handcuffs. The TV, finally, was on the floor in the hallway. The large LED screen had been pierced about a dozen times with black, slutty stiletto heels. I knew they were black as one of the heels was still lodged into the cracked screen, right next to a big glob of sperm.

“Jesus Christ,” Cindy whispered, absentmindedly playing with her right nipple.

“Well, now we know why he didn’t show up,” I quipped as I gawked down at the TV, “This seems like a lot more fun than our lame family BBQ.”

We took off our shoes and walked up the stairs, looking for Jason.

In the night hall, we found more cracked paintings on the floor, a white halter top ripped to shreds and a pair of light grey panties. As we tiptoed towards the door of the master bedroom, which was open, we suddenly heard a toilet flushing. We turned around to see Jason coming out of the upstairs bathroom.

“Wha… oh hi hon, hi Jamie,” he whispered, slightly startled, but not the least bit embarrassed.

“Don’t hi hon me,” Cindy whispered, trying her best to seem annoyed, “Where the hell have you been? And what the hell is all this? The house looks like a hurricane passed through here.”

“Mom got a huge bonus at work, so she decided it was time for some redecorating. I am sorry I missed your little party,” he replied, pumping his half-hard cock, right in front of us.

“Little pa…” Cindy shrieked, “It was suppose to be our pre-wedd…”

That’s as far as she got. Not interested in one of my sister’s rants, I bent down, picked up the pair of light grey panties and jammed them into her still moving mouth.

A little shocked, Cindy grunted in protest, but didn’t offer any real resistance.

“Don’t mind the bitch,” I whispered, reaching out and touching Jason’s balls, “She’s just pissed because she’s not allowed to cum today. It’s her bachelorette party tomorrow… and I need her as horny as possible.”

He looked at her for a moment, grinned and then put his free hand under my skirt to touch my pussy.

“I can still do you, right?” he asked, eliciting another disapproving grunt from Cindy.

“Whatever you need,” I smirked, taunting my sister, “How can I be of service?”

“I was just about to go and abuse mom again,” he replied, “Care to join me?”

“Lead the way,” I smiled.

“Oh fvor cvrying oot luud,” Cindy whined, her mouth clogged with Lorna’s panties.

Jason led me into the master bedroom, where his mom was sleeping – stark naked, only partially covered by sheets. There were globs of dried up cum on her face and in her hair. I could only imagine the condition the rest of her body was in. As I unzipped my skirt and let it slide onto the floor, Jason kneeled next to the bed, his head now right next to Lorna’s face.

“Wake up, you little slut,” he whispered softly, “We’ve got company!”

As I took my top off, unhooked my bra and threw both items on the floor, Lorna slowly opened her eyes and glanced up at Cindy and me.

“What’s going on?” she whispered, suppressing a yawn as she glanced up into her son’s face.

“Well, Jamie and I are going to have our way with you,” he replied, loud enough for everyone to hear.

“Is that so?” Lorna grinned, as she wrapped her hand around her son’s fat cock.

“Yup,” Jason informed her, as he reached under the sheets, feeling around for something. A few moments later — I was just taking off my panties — he pulled out another dildo from underneath the sheets and threw it in my general direction. It landed on the foot of the bed, right in front of me. How many dildo’s did she own, I wondered.

“You fuck that end of her, I’ll bang this one,” he said, as he pulled Lorna’s head towards his cock. She quickly caught on and slid her eager mouth over his cock. Naked, except for my socks, I grabbed the dildo — ignoring how grimy it was — and got on my knees onto the bed, right next to her ass.

“Start slow,” Jason said as he began sliding his cock in and out of her mouth. Realizing I was going to need access to her twat, Lorna threw the sheets off and pulled her left leg up as high as she could. I couldn’t help but smile at the battered state both her fuck holes were in.

I carefully lined the dildo up with Lorna’s moist twat and began nudging it in. She moaned around her son’s dick and briefly glanced up at Cindy, recognizing the pair of light grey panties stuffed in her mouth.

“What’s the other slut doing here?” Lorna asked, letting her son’s cock slip briefly from her mouth.

“Red bracelet. No sex for her today,” Jason grunted, using as few words as possible.

“Bummer,” Lorna grinned, just before wrapping her mouth back around her son’s dick.

“Don’t worry, I’ll give her a big, slimy facial when we’re done here,” Jason whispered, glancing at her.

“Mmm, lucky me,” Cindy replied, after finally taking Lorna’s panties out of her whore mouth.

Then, she simply sat down in the armchair in the corner of the room. I could only imagine how horny she was, watching us, with Lorna moaning and squealing non-stop around Jason’s cock.

After a few more minutes, he glanced over at me and whispered, “That’s enough. Shove it up her ass.”

I pulled the dildo out of Lorna’s twat and gently pushed it in her other hole, as ordered. Figuring I might as well keep stimulating her cunt as well, I stuck two fingers of my free hand in there and started fingering her. Lorna, the fucking slut, really seemed to enjoy what I was doing and started squealing even louder.

“Oh fuck yeah,” Jason exclaimed, as we were now abusing all three of Lorna’s holes. We made her cum, squeal and scream for quite a while, until he was ready to explode. He rushed over to Cindy and — as promised — aimed his throbbing cock at her, seemingly uninterested, face.

While Jason gave his wife-to-be a warm, creamy facial, I slowly pulled my fingers and the dildo out of a completely satisfied Lorna. With both Jason and Lorna pleasured — me and Cindy not so much — we all just sat there for a minute, looking at one another, catching our breath.

We informed Jason of Suzie’s party. Needless to say, he didn’t need a lot of convincing and said he’d meet us there around nine. With the message relayed and neither Lorna, nor Jason in need of any more servicing, I put my clothes back on. Cindy and I got up and walked out of the room, leaving mother and son to their debauchery.

Back at the car, I glanced over at Cindy and noticed that Jason’s cum was still all over her face.

“You’re such a whore!” I chuckled. She simply grinned and got in.

“Okay, whereto?” I asked as I started the car.

“Father Brightly asked me to swing by,” she replied, “And I need to go and approve the cake.”

“OK, the bakery is just three blocks away, let’s start there,” I replied as I drove off.

Mr. Gaffy was one of the last pastry chefs left in town. The quality of his products and his affordable prices ensured that there was always a waiting line out front of his little bakery. However, for the occasion – as this was just a cake sampling – Cindy had been instructed to skip the line and to head straight for Mr. Gaffy’s workshop via the alley out back.

After knocking on the metal back door and waiting for about fifteen seconds, we were let in by Mr. Gaffy himself, who greeted us charmingly. As loyal, returning customers, Cindy and I had both fucked, sucked and jerked off the old geezer multiple times – as had mom for that matter. I wasn’t sure about mom or Cindy, but I had also licked Mrs. Gaffy’s twat once or twice.

Mr. Gaffy wiped his hands on his apron and grinned as he saw the cum on my sister’s face.

“She’s off limits,” I informed him as I noticed him cupping his crotch.

“Then I guess I am doing you,” he grunted as he squeezed one of my yams coarsely.

“I guess so,” I grinned as I was too horny to turn anyone down, especially an old pervert like Mr. Gaffy.

One of the bakery assistants, Jake, switched off some machine he was operating and walked up to us, probably recognizing a sure thing when he saw one. I let Mr. Gaffy wobble one of my tits up and down, while he reached his other hand under my skirt and roughly jammed two fingers up my twat. I leaned back against the wall and moaned like a slut in heat, as I watched Jake whip out his meaty cock.

Realizing neither of them had the time for a lengthy foreplay, I quickly took off my skirt and laid down on one of the worktops, amongst the dough and the flower. Mr. Gaffy promptly rammed his dick up my twat, while Jake slid his into my mouth.

This clearly wasn’t the first time they fucked some random slut on one of their worktops; they switched holes on a regular basis, but without taking a single step. They simply pulled out, spun me around on my back and rammed their dicks into whatever hole was next. Meanwhile, Cindy just stood there, gawking at me, being a complete slut.

Jake was the first to cum, just a few minutes later. He pulled out of my twat and shot his load all over my tummy and my tits. Mr. Gaffy, being older and a lot more experienced, wasn’t even close to any kind of climax. He kept pumping my mouth for a little while longer, then spun me around and pushed his battering ram up my ass.

I gasped and moaned in surprise. God, he felt amazing in there. His dick wasn’t going to win any beauty contests, but it sure as hell was big and thick — just the way I liked it!

As old man Gaffy fucked my ass, coarse and brutal, he ordered Jake to go and get the sample cake. I hung my head off the worktop and looked at Cindy, upside down, who was clearly regretting the fact that she couldn’t get in on all this action. I almost felt sorry for her.

Jake stuffed his cock away, quickly washed his hands and then went to open one of the fridges, taking out two small cakes. They looked like they were about the size of the top tier of Cindy’s 5 tier cake. After putting them down on the worktop, right next to where I was getting fucked, Jake returned to his station and continued working.

“One is red velvet, the other is chocolate,” Mr. Gaffy moaned, glancing over at my captivated sister.

Realizing this was a cake tasting session after all, Cindy grabbed a nearby spoon and slowly took a bite of both sample cakes. She took her time analyzing both the texture and the taste, never taking her eye off me, moaning like a slut right next to her.

“Perfect,” she concluded after about thirty long seconds.

“Alright, then I just need…” Mr. Gaffy said, about to wrap things up.

“Wait, don’t I get a taste?” I blurted out, in between two moans.

“Oh, we’ll give you a taste, you fucking skank,” Cindy replied, figuring this was her chance at payback. She grabbed the nearest sample cake with both hands and held it up in front of her waist.

“Drill,” she said, looking up at old man Gaffy.

“What?” he nearly shouted, perplexed. Cindy grinned, happy that she was given the chance to go into more explicit and nasty detail.

“You heard me. I want you to stick your cock in this cake and leave a wide, gaping fuck hole for everyone to see… then, I want you to ram it down this bitch’s throat and give her a taste.”

“I can’t do that,” he said, shoving his cock extra deep up my ass, “It’ll ruin the cake.”

The fact that he was more concerned with his precious cake then with humiliating me, sent shivers up my spine. God, I was going to enjoy what was coming next.

“That’s kind of the idea,” Cindy replied, “To ruin the cake and the bitch!”

Still a little hesitant, but too intrigued not to try it, Mr. Gaffy pulled his cock out of my ass and stepped up to my sister holding the cake. After briefly looking up into her eyes and then back down at me, he took a small step forward and buried his 7-inch cock all the way up to his balls, in the poor cake.

“Oh yeah,” Cindy grinned as she watched the cake crumble and fall apart in her hands. Not about to let any of it go to waste, she quickly slapped both her hands on my bare rack and began rubbing what was left of the cake all over my fat tits.

“Jeez, you little whore,” Mr. Gaffy groaned as he turned towards my face and shoved his cake-covered pole into my slut mouth. I eagerly began licking and munching every speck of cake off of his throbbing shaft, desperately trying to be the biggest slut I could be.

Realizing old man Gaffy wasn’t going to last much longer, Cindy stopped rubbing cake all over my chest and looked up at him.

“All clean?” she asked. He leaned back slightly and pulled out of my mouth, proudly showing her his squeaky clean cock, now so hard that it was curved slightly upward.

“Let’s try a more direct approach this time,” she said, quickly grabbing the second cake and pressing it down on my face, covering both my nose and my mouth. I whined as loud as I could, making a much bigger fuss than was absolutely necessary.

“Can you find her mouth before she runs out of air?” Cindy chuckled.

“Crazy ass bitches,” Mr. Gaffy whispered as he started digging down in the cake with his massive rod. The red velvet pie soon started crumbling, falling apart all over my face. After about fifteen seconds, I felt his tip against my nose, and another five seconds later, his big shaft had cleared a path to my mouth.

As I sucked in some much needed air, he stuffed his dick, along with some chunks of cake into my slut mouth and grunted, “Fuck, I am cumming!”

“Hell yeah,” Cindy chuckled as she squatted down and put her face right next to mine, gawking at Mr. Gaffy wrapping his right hand around his fat cock and shooting his thick, gooey cream onto my already cake-covered face.

Cindy was feeling so raunchy that she couldn’t even wait for the old man to finish and started kissing me. With her face now in his line of fire, her left cheek caught the last part of his load. She didn’t care and continued slobbering all over my mouth. As we kissed passionately, tasting both cum and cake, Cindy’s left hand scooped up whatever cake and cum she could blindly find and mashed in between our mouths, making the whole experience even sluttier.

About a minute later, Mr. Gaffy – done spurting, but his cock still quite hard – forced his tip in between our two sets of lips. More than eager to please, we both began licking and sucking one half of his dick. We kept this up until he was simply too small.

“My god, girls… that was amazing,” he grunted as he took a step back and gawked at us. We both looked up at him and smiled proudly – our faces mucky with cake and sperm.

After enjoying the view for about ten seconds, he cleared his throat and said, “Now get the fuck out of here, some of us actually have work to do.”

“Yes sir,” Cindy chuckled, as she got up and took a step away from the worktop.

“Yes sir,” I whispered as I got up and started putting my clothes back on. I didn’t even try to clean off my face or my tits first. Yet, I still wasn’t fast enough for old man Gaffy. He grabbed a nearby broom and started sweeping the floor as he moved towards us, forcing us back.

Giggling, we stumbled back towards the door and barged out. Getting kicked out like that really made our cunts water. I could tell from just looking at her, that Cindy was feeling as raunchy as I was. Out in the alley, I began scooping cake and sperm off my face and chest before putting the rest of my clothes back on.

“I need a shower,” I whispered as I felt my bra and top clinging to my still mucky skin.

“At least you got some dick,” Cindy whispered, annoyed, “Cunt.”

I chuckled at her frustration and was about to open the car door, when we heard a voice calling out for us. We turned and noticed Jake walking towards us.

“That was so fucking hot, in there,” he said, taking out his hard cock.

“You liked that, did you?” I asked, playfully.

“Can I jack off in Cindy’s face?” he asked me, not even looking at my sister.

Cindy sighed and was about to squat down, not expecting a negative response from me. Unfortunately for Jake, I was feeling quite bitchy at that particular moment.

“No, you cannot,” I replied strictly, feeling my cunt contract as I turned him down.

“Wha… what?” he replied, shocked, his hand already wrapped around his dong.

Cindy, equally surprised, quickly straightened herself up again and glanced over at me.

“Do you think we’re just easy, good-for-nothing cum dumps?” I asked, with a straight look on my face.

Poor Jake didn’t know what to say. Of course that’s exactly what we were. But… did I want him to say that, or not? Did I want him to say or do something else?

For about ten seconds, he just stood there, not knowing what to say or do.

“Go back inside, Jake,” I said, crushing his hopes as I gently caressed his face, “And next time… don’t ask for permission.”

Disappointed, he slowly turned and headed back inside, his pride wounded as he’d just been shot down by two glorified cum receptacles.

“My god, I am so wet right now,” Cindy whispered as we watched him close the door. Knowing exactly how she felt, I turned and pushed her against the car, quickly pressing my body up against her and kissing her full on the lips.

She was so excited and all rallied up that she offered no resistance whatsoever. As I continued kissing her passionately, I pushed her top and bra up, squeezed her tits and finally squatted down, yanking her skirt and panties down in one, swift swoop.

Cindy squirmed against the car, coiling her fully exposed body in animalistic lust. She would have done anything at that point. And that’s exactly why I cut her off. I took a step back and grinned at her, really getting off on her obvious discomfort and her burning desire to be abused some more.

“Fucking bitch,” she grunted as she ran both hands through her hair in desperation.

I grinned and walked to the driver’s side of the car, whispering cruelly, “Get dressed, you cunt… father Brightly is waiting for us.”

She readjusted her clothes and slowly got back in the passenger’s seat, all horny and frustrated.

We didn’t speak for the entire six-minute drive to the church. She wasn’t angry or upset, just damn horny — as was I. Although I also hadn’t cum yet, at least I had taken a proper shafting, which was more than could be said for Cindy.

After parking the car, we walked in through the main entrance. Except for two people praying, the church was empty. We took a good look around, but there was no sign of the good father. Eventually, we tried the door next to the alter, leading to the adjacent community center.

As we walked through the long, small corridor, we heard a woman squealing and moaning in one of the rooms. There was a sign on the door, which read, “Grieving counselling.”

When I reached out to grab the door knob, Cindy whispered, “Jamie, don’t!”

Too curious for my own good, I ignored her and opened the door.

I’m pretty sure that the sight that greeted us next, is one you’re only likely to see in Heaven. In the middle of the room, there was a sex swing, hanging from the ceiling. In it was a middle-aged woman. Although she was getting fucked – and pretty hard too, from the looks of it – she was still completely dressed.

Black high heels, black fishnet stockings, a black skirt – pushed up to above her waist – and a black blouse – completely unbuttoned. Her black bra and black panties had been completely torn off, most likely for easy access to her pussy and her fat tits. Her black hat and matching vail, covering her face, had been ejaculated on quite a bit.

The old hag was moaning and squealing as an older, fat, completely naked guy was shafting her hard, rocking her back and forth in the sex swing. Behind him was a line of about eight more men, of all ages and sizes. They were all naked and stroking their hard dicks, clearly waiting for their turn.

Throughout the rest of the room were seven more men, sitting on chairs and benches, with their deflated cocks out. Having had their turn, they were simply watching the scene and waiting to possibly go again. Father Brightly was among them. As soon as he noticed us, he jumped up.

“Excuse you?” he shouted, walking up to us, “Didn’t your mother ever teach you cunts to knock?”

“I am sorry father,” I said, about to back out of the room.

Cindy however was so intrigued by the scene that she took a step forward and blurted out, “This is grieving’s counselling?”

“Mrs. Conners lost her husband last week… we’re just trying to fill the void,” he replied, briefly glancing back at the guy currently shafting the old hag.

Then, he turned his head back towards us and asked, “Can I help you twats with something?”

“I…uh… I’m Cindy McAlloway, I am here for the wedding,” Cindy whispered, still unable to take her eye off Mrs. Conners, screaming and whining, unperturbed by our presence.

“McAlloway, yes,” he replied, “Take off your clothes and go wait in my office.”

“But… we’re not… uh… I mean…,” Cindy tried to reply, not sure if she could handle any more abuse.

Father Brightly, not a big fan of getting talked back to – especially not from an easy whore like my sister, stepped up right in front of her and repeated himself.

“Take off your fucking clothes and go wait in my office!”

As Cindy promptly began undressing, the good father turned to me and said, “You too.”

Slightly reluctant, but realizing I had to keep an eye on Cindy, I started taking off my clothes as well.

As soon as he saw the state my tits were in – still sticky and shiny from all the cake and sperm – he grinned and whispered, “Not your first rodeo today, is it, you little twat?”

“No father,” I replied submissively. When we were completely naked, he escorted us to his office two doors down the hall. He held the door open to let us in, then closed it behind us and walked back to the other room, simply leaving us there.

We sat down on the two chairs in front of father Brightly’s desk and briefly glanced at one another.

“I told you not to open the door,” Cindy whispered, trying to blame me for our predicament. I was not in the mood to start a fight and just stared out in front of me. Luckily, she caught on and we remained quiet for the next couple of minutes.

However, eventually, the situation started getting to her.

“My god, I am so fucking wet!” she suddenly blurted out.

“God Cin,” I whispered annoyed, “So am I. But you don’t hear me whining about it, do you?”

As she didn’t reply back, I assumed she’d gotten the point. However, I had obviously underestimated exactly how horny my poor sister was. She slid off her chair and looked me in the eye, as she positioned herself in between my legs, gently prying them open.

“We both know father Brightly is not coming back any time soon,” she whispered softly, “We could be here for hours. At least one of us should have a decent orgasm.”

And with that, she lowered her head in between my thighs and started licking me. I was too horny to stop her, even if I’d wanted to, so I pulled my legs up and gave her unrestricted access.

She dove right in and ate me out passionately for the next ten minutes. I shuddered and climaxed as quietly as I could, not wanting to scream and alert the people in the other room.

When she was done, she sat up, wiped her mouth and asked, “There, don’t you feel better?”

“Yes,” I admitted, relieved to have finally had an orgasm. After a few more minutes, we got up and started walking around, examining every square inch of the room. We studied every painting, every figurine and every book extensively, desperately looking for ways to pass the time.

About fifty minutes later, when we’d explored every nook and cranny of father Brightly’s office, we sat back down and glanced at one another, wondering what else there was left to do. Suddenly, Cindy slid back off her chair and got in between my legs again.

“What are you doing?” I asked, surprised.

“What does it look like?”

“Again?” I asked, already opening my legs.

“I might as well,” she replied uninterested, “I am bored out of my skull.”

And so, for the second time, my slut of a sister started eating my pussy. She was still at it – a good ten minutes later – when the good father barged back in.

Out of reflex, Cindy instantly jumped up and sat back down in her seat, trying to cover up what she was doing. Father Brightly, knowing perfectly well what was going on, not only ignored it… he didn’t even think we were worth stepping past the doorway.

Sporting a massive boner and with his right hand still on the door knob, he simply said, “The McAlloway wedding. Yes, well, everything seems in order, I’ll see you girls at the wedding.”

Flabbergasted, Cindy yelled, “That’s it? You made us wait an hour… for that?”

“I did, yes,” he replied unapologetically, giving his cock a single stroke. I couldn’t help myself and reached down between my legs, rubbing my clit – really getting off on his abuse.

“Aren’t you even… you know, going to cum on us?” Cindy asked, probably as horny as I was.

“No,” he replied rudely and stepped back, “You cunts seem to be getting all the sperm you need, not to mention more attention than you deserve. Go get your clothes and get the fuck out of here.”

A little confused and with our pussies soaking wet, we got up and moved towards the doorway. I looked the good father in the eye as I wriggled past him, his hard cock brushing against my hip. He insolently wobbled my left tit up and down and tweaked my hard nipple, making me gasp and grunt.

Cindy, of course, mimicked my every move and got her right tit slapped around for a few moments. We sashayed our naked butts into the other room, where Mrs. Conners was taking on five cocks at the same time. There were two guys by her head, taking turns fucking her mouth – through a hole in her veil. At the same time, she was stroking a third and fourth fat cock, one in each hand.

Down below, a fifth guy was banging the shit out of her ass. Underneath her was a puddle of cunt juices and spilled sperm. What was left of her clothes – the parts of her skirt, blouse and stockings which hadn’t been ripped – was completely covered in sperm. Even the one high heel she still had on, had been plastered multiple times.

We stared at her – both of us wishing we could take her place – as we absentmindedly gathered our clothes and slowly backed out of the room. As we started putting our clothes back on in the narrow corridor, Father Brightly gave us one last, dirty look before wrapping his right hand around his fat dong and walking back in the room, probably about to ‘counsel’ Mrs. Conners again.

“Fucking hell, I am dripping wet,” Cindy whispered as she finished getting dressed.

“Same here,” I replied, “I think I’ll ask Samuel and Noah to double team me as soon as we get home.”

“Bitch,” she grunted, realizing there was no relief for her any time soon.

We got in the car and I drove her home. The whole gang was in the living room, in various stages of nakedness and sexual gratification. Mom’s pussy had clearly just been fucked, but it was unclear by which cock. Maureen was suckling on dad’s spent cock, while getting her tits groped by Noah. He and his brother were pumping their dicks, trying to bring them back to life. Malcolm had left, in pursuit of some other pussy — most likely his mother’s or aunt’s.

After reminding everyone that Cindy was not allowed to cum for the rest of the day, I offered my holes up to the group, desperate for some action – not to mention relief. Unfortunately for me, there were no takers. Cindy grinned and whispered, “Serves you right, you twat!”

Disappointed, I escorted Cindy up to her room and stayed with her for the next hour or so, until it was time for dinner. We listened to some music, did a little reading, talked about the wedding… everything to keep our minds off cocks and sperm. It worked, until we headed back down and saw aunt Maureen’s face plastered with what looked like three big loads of gooey, thick cum.

Realizing what an effect her new look was having on Cindy and myself, she didn’t clean any of it up and simply sat down at the dinner table, across from us, looking like a cumbucket. We gawked at her all through dinner, squirming uncomfortably in our seats, aching for some cock.

But, as I was clearly not going to get any at home either, I dragged Cindy with me to Susie’s party – over half an hour early. To our surprise, Jason was already there – waiting for us outside. He was never early for anything. He must have been looking forward to this party…

After greeting him with a peck on the cheek, I swallowed my pride and nearly begged him to fuck me, with his wife-to-be standing right next to us.

“Oh shit, sorry James,” he whispered, “I am kinda saving myself for Susie.”

And so once again, I was shot down. I was starting to think that I was even worse off than Cindy. At least, she knew better than to hope for a good shafting.

Luckily, there wasn’t much time to feel sorry for myself, as Miranda came to welcome us and escorted us into the living room, where the main event was taking place. The birthday girl, Susie, was wearing a Cinderella dress, with two holes cut out, so that her young perky tits were hanging out.

She was sitting on the dining room table, leaning back against the wall. With the bottom half of her dress pushed up to above her waist and with her knees pulled up against her chest, her perfectly trimmed twat was clearly visible from anywhere in the room.

The little slut was getting shafted deep and hard, by a guy in his mid-forties. Behind him was a line of about four guys, all stroking their erections – patiently waiting their turn.

“My my,” I said, staring at the scene.

“Yes,” Miranda sighed, “Our princess had a very specific idea of how she wanted the party to go. From these introductory fucks to… well, you’ll see.”

Then, after glancing at a clearly horny and eager Jason for a moment, she smiled and whispered, “Pussy only, and no cumming inside of her. Anywhere on her skin or her dress is okay.”

“Understood,” Jason whispered excitedly as he joined the queue — he was fifth in line.

Cindy shook her head and whispered, “You’d think he never gets any pussy.”

“Guys are all the same,” Miranda smiled, “That’s probably why we love ‘m.”

About a minute later, Miranda’s mother walked up to us, carrying a plate with finger foods. She was wearing a see-through blouse and no bra, putting her nipples shamelessly on display. A short, black skirt completed her ensemble.

From the looks of it, it had already caught quite a few ejaculations.

“Hi girls,” she said as she offered us the plate.

“Hi Mrs. Hendrickx,” Cindy and I said in unison as we each grabbed an appetizer.

“Hi Jason,” she said as she turned her head and looked down at him slowly pumping his erection, “You’ve obviously got your hands full now, but maybe I can offer you something to eat later.”

Her playful and seductive tone left very little to the imagination.

“Jeez mom,” Miranda whispered, covering her face with both hands, utterly embarrassed. Cindy and I couldn’t help but giggle.

Taking a hint, Mrs. Hendrickx chuckled and moved to the next group of guests. The three of us talked for a bit, while watching the line progress.

“Hey Miranda, isn’t that your grandmother over there?” Cindy suddenly asked, signaling at the kitchen.

“It is, yes,” she replied, again slightly embarrassed.

“Your grandmother is here?” I added, surprised, “That’s… unusual!”

“You have no idea,” Miranda sighed, rolling her eyes and sipping from her drink.

About thirty seconds later, the guy last in line to fuck Susie suddenly lost his self-control. He turned around, took a single step towards Cindy and started ejaculating on her skirt.

“Oh shit,” he grunted as he pumped his spewing cock, “I am so sorry!”

Cindy glanced over her shoulder, at the barrage of sperm splattering onto her skirt and stayed perfectly calm – realizing that the poor guy had simply been tugging his dick a little too enthusiastically.

“I am sorry [grunt] I am so sorry,” he moaned as he kept on cumming, moving his cock left to right and back again, trying to stain as much of my sister’s skirt as he could.

“That’s quite alright,” she smiled playfully, allowing the guy to finish up. Even when he was done spurting, she allowed him to extensively wipe his dick on a clean part of her skirt.

“Thanks love,” he sighed and then moved away, stuffing his cock back in his pants.

“No problem,” Cindy replied, sipping from her glass, not planning on cleaning any of it off.

We all looked at one another, but didn’t say a word. We were whores – the lot of us!

About six minutes later, it was Jason’s turn to fuck Susie. The guy in front of him groaned loudly, pulled out of her ravaged twat and stepped onto a chair – which had been positioned next to the little slut’s face. He leaned slightly forward, pressing his spasming dick against Susie’s cheek and ejaculating all over her jaw, chin and part of her dress.

“Thank you,” the little whore blurted out cheerfully, clearly enjoying herself.

“Hi Susie,” Jason whispered as he lined up his hard cock with her main fuck hole.

“Hi Jason,” she smiled, her face turning beet red.

“Happy birthday,” he softly grunted as he slid his hard dong into her, all the way up to his balls.

“Oh my god,” she shrieked and whined, “It’s so big! Your cock is so big!”

“Jeez,” I whispered in Cindy’s ear, “Looks like you’ve got some competition.”

“Tell me about it,” she replied without taking her eyes off the spectacle.

Although he wasn’t fucking her all that fast, the little whore started bucking and shuddering after barely forty seconds. As Jason groped her tits, Susie lewdly hung her tongue out of her mouth and started panting obscenely, obviously feeling quite raunchy.

“Oh Jason,” she squealed, as she started climaxing around his big, fat cock.

Proud as a peacock that he was making her cum that fast, with so little effort, Jason began slamming into her as hard and as fast as he could. This, of course, drove poor Susie into a series of back-to-back orgasms. She also squealed and moaned non-stop, having the time of her life.

About four minutes later, as her most recent orgasm was still rippling through her petite body, Jason finally pulled out, turned around and furiously pumped his throbbing cock, aiming it at the first slut he could find. As luck would have it, that happened to be Mrs. Hendrickx, Miranda and Susie’s mom.