Note from the author
I’ve received lots of feedback regarding the lack of character development in the first chapter; the sex depicted was allegedly indiscriminate, without reason and without emotion. Well, that was intentional, and here is why: it is the opinion of this humble writer that in the whole wide world of porn, with all its preferences, fetishes and perversities, not enough attention is given to the specific niche of casual sex. Sex without seduction, without any feelings at all. Sex as an act as common as breathing or eating, where boundaries such as gender, family ties, social status, marital status play no part.
I understand that this series is not for everyone, and I respect that; all I ask is that you respect my fetish and that you let me do my thing in this little town called Heaven. If you truly don’t have the stomach for it, feel free to read one of my other stories. Otherwise, have fun!
Who-is-who: (returning characters)
Jamie, the protagonist of the story, has one younger sister, Cindy.
Their parents are Cynthia and Mark.
Cindy is engaged to Jason.
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When I got out from under the shower, I headed to my room and put on some fresh clothes; a black bra and matching panties, a red halter top and some skinny jeans. When I got back to the kitchen, Cindy was waiting for me, wearing black mini-boots, a dark grey miniskirt, brown nylons and a white top. She informed me that mom and dad were taking a shower together.
“So, I am meeting Jason later today, but I was hoping we could first spend some time together?”
“I’d like that very much,” I replied.
“What, or who, do you wanna do first?” she smiled.
“Let’s head into town and take it from there, shall we?” I replied, fighting a smile myself.
We walked over to the bus stop and after Cindy had filled me in on town events and the latest gossip, I started telling her about my bus ride into town, getting both of us horny again. We hopped onto the bus, along with several other people, one of which was a young man – in his late twenties. As we sat down in the front of the bus, facing the back, the young man seemed to be taking a long, hard look around. As I continued telling Cindy in great detail what I had done on my way into town, I kept my eye on him. For some reason, his behavior seemed both suspicious and interesting. After about ten seconds, he walked up to the mid-section of the bus and put down his briefcase, right next to an older lady – probably in her early fifties – who was sitting on a single seat, alone, looking out the window.
After glancing at his watch – probably making sure that curfew was over – he reached out and grabbed one of the hanging straps above the isle, pushing his pelvis visibly closer towards the older woman. As soon as the bus took off, the young man moved his free hand – the one he wasn’t using to hold onto – down to his crotch and started fidgeting with it, also drawing the attention of the woman, whose face was barely eight inches away from his crotch. She looked up at him as he unzipped his fly and pulled out his half-hard cock. He slowly rubbed it up and down, getting it big and hard, while he looked out the window. After glancing up at his face and then down at his growing cock a couple of times, the woman turned her head indifferently and simply stared out the window as well. The guy’s cock grew and grew and after a minute or so, it had become so big that his hand bumped against the old hag’s face with nearly every stroke. As I was having difficulty concentrating on my story, I simply stopped talking.
Unlike everyone else on the bus, the old woman continued to ignore him, even when – after six minutes of furious wanking and regularly bumping his cock or fist against her face – he exploded and started shooting thick, fat strands of cum on her forehead, cheek and nose. Even when he pushed the spurting tip of his cock behind her glasses, the old cum slut simply closed that eye and disregarded him as he creamed that eye shut. At that moment, Cindy cupped my left tit and jiggled it up and down a few times, without taking her eyes off the spectacle. When the young man was out of cum, he pulled back and disrespectfully wiped his tip on her right ear lobe before zipping back up. Next, he picked up his briefcase and sat down two seats behind her. For some reason, I couldn’t quite look away and just kept gawking at the woman’s face, literally dripping with fresh cock juice.
Suddenly, Cindy gave me a little nudge and whispered, “You’re staring!”
I quickly turned my head, found a point of interest outside of the city bus to focus on and tried to wrap my head around what I had just seen. Two stops down the line, the young man got off the bus along with several other passengers. The old cum slut was still on the bus when Cindy and I got off, three stops later, and still hadn’t cleaned up any of the spunk on her face.
“Jeez,” I said as we crossed the street, “That was fucking hot.”
“My my, aren’t we sensitive?” Cindy smiled as she gently tweaked my right nipple.
I gave her a shove, as we both laughed, and said, “Go get me a bagel, will ya?”
Cindy glanced at the bakery right in front of us and said, “Are you hungry again? We just had breakfast half an hour ago.”
“You mean you had breakfast, I just had a cup of coffee and dad’s cock,” I replied.
“Fine then. What kind of bagel would you like?”
“Surprise me, and an apple juice.”
“OK, save me a seat will ya,” she said as she saw me heading towards one of the benches at the edge of the small town plaza.
Almost immediately after sitting down, I was treated to a spectacle, inconceivable in the outside world, but business as usual in Heaven. A plump meter maid walked by. She had her complete uniform on, down to the dark blue cap, her golden hair flowing down from under it, but her tits were exposed. She had simply hung them over her shirt and jacket. They were big, pudgy and jiggled with every step she took. About twenty meters away from me, she started writing a ticket for a parked car whose meter had run out. Seconds later, a guy – probably the owner of the car – came running up to her and started shouting, trying to justify why he hadn’t used the parking meter. As she turned towards him and explained why she couldn’t have cared less about his excuse, two guys in their early twenties passed by and briefly surveyed the scene, focusing mainly on the meter maid’s exposed tits. Without asking permission, they walked up to her and each started manhandling one of her plump tits.
Except for briefly glancing at both of them, she didn’t react and just kept arguing with the parking offender. To be honest, this was probably why she had hung them out in the first place. As she put the ticket behind the guy’s windshield wipers, he seemed to finally realize that there was no getting out of it and conceded, giving her the finger and walking back into the store he had run out of. With nothing left to do, but put away her ticket book, she turned her head left to right, looking at the youngsters weighing, jiggling and slapping her tits around. After ten seconds or so, she put her right hand down her pants and started diddling her clit, patiently waiting for the guys to lose interest and take off. Afterwards, she simply resumed her rounds, her tits still out in the open.
After having watched the playful meter maid and the cum slut on the bus, I realized what I needed most. What every fiber of my being craved and longed for. It wasn’t sex, it wasn’t cock and it sure wasn’t cum. I had gotten enough of all of that – even in the outside world. No, what my body and mind yearned for, right now, was humiliation!
I got up, unbuttoned my jeans and pushed them down to my ankles. It took quite some effort to force my skinny jeans over my shoes, but simply taking off my shoes would have been way too easy and not nearly slutty enough for what I had in mind. Then, I took off my panties and pulled them over my shoes as well. Throwing my pants and panties on the concrete in front of the bench, I sat back down, spreading my legs as wide as I could. For a second, I considered taking off my top and bra as well, but I wasn’t after people looking at my tits. I wanted them to look at my cunt. I wanted them to stare at my most private place, gawk at it, lust after it and if they wanted to, even pat it. And so I pulled my legs up, putting my feet next to my ass on the bench and my hands on my knees.
As the first people passing by started noticing me and some of them stopped to stare down between my legs, I felt myself getting wet. Some of them smiled as they passed by, others clearly disapproved but most just glanced at me with an indifferent look on their faces. It was nothing out of the ordinary, at least not for a town like Heaven. Most of them had places to be, things to do and even if hadn’t, they weren’t interested in a randomly exposed cunt. Although I really, really wanted to, I kept myself from jamming one or more fingers up my twat, as I realized that would only obscure it from view.
A few minutes later, Cindy walked out of the bakery and grinned widely as she saw me sitting there.
“You fucking slut,” she laughed as she approached the bench, “I leave you alone for five minutes and this is how I find you, with your fuck tunnel lewdly on display for everyone to see?”
She sat down beside me, put my bagel and fruit juice down beside me and blatantly stared at my cunt, just like everyone else. Suddenly the two youngsters from before, who had groped and slapped the meter maid’s tits around for fun, came walking by again. While one of them only had eyes for his smartphone, the other one quickly noticed me and elbowed his friend as he himself stopped and just gawked at me. It took the second guy a few moments to look up and notice me too, but once he did, he forgot all about his cell phone and took a few steps back towards his buddy.
Cindy glanced at them as they were both standing several meters in front of me, blatantly staring down between my lewdly spread legs and murmured between her teeth, “Danger, Will Robinson, danger!”
Normally a comment like that would have cracked me up, but I was too fucking horny and just eyed both guys up and down alternately, essentially inviting them over.
“See, and you wanted to waste your load on that fat meter maid?” one of them said as he unzipped his jeans and whipped out his hard cock. He began to stroke it as he sauntered in my direction.
“Good call dude,” the second guy replied without taking his eyes off my cunt as he also stepped closer, whipping out his cock too and stroking it, “Can you believe how pretty this cunt is?”
My body shuddered with lust after hearing those words, although I didn’t know whether he was referring to just a part of me, or me as a whole… frankly, it didn’t really matter!
Cindy glanced up at both guys and ogled their dicks as she took a bite from the bagel she’d bought for herself. Then she turned her head towards me and looked on amused as I gawked in awe at the two big cocks being rubbed to a climax right in front of me.
They stroked and stroked, shamelessly, side by side, as they tweaked my nipples through my top, flicked my clit and occasionally slapped their dicks against my cheek or my neck. They even blatantly stared at Cindy’s tits as they were jacking themselves off, their engorged cock heads inches from my face.
“Oh yeah, here it comes, you fucking slut,” one of them suddenly announced and started stroking even faster. The closer he got to his orgasm, the less control he seemed to have over his body. Weak at the knees, whining like a little bitch and with his cock wobbling uncontrollably in his fist, he ejaculated all over the place, sending small droplets of cock juice flying in all directions. Although his cock was right in front of my face, very little of his cum actually made it onto it. Most of it ended up on my top or my legs.
The contrast between the two guys couldn’t have been any greater; as soon as the first guy stepped out of the way, the second guy moved forwards towards the bench and leaned over, putting his free hand on the back of the bench and bringing his throbbing cock so close to my face that I was staring at it cross-eyed. With precision technique and without as much as a grunt, his cock began drooling warm cum on my forehead, just above my nose bridge. His cum was thick and gooey – and bountiful – and slowly slid down my nose, down my left cheek, next to my mouth, down my chin and dripped onto my top. It was a massive and wonderfully humiliating facial, seemingly without end.
After squeezing out the last few drops of cum, the second guy zipped up and said, “Let’s go.”
Both guys glanced at me one last time before turning and leaving.
Even with everything that had just happened, I was as hungry as I was horny and so I leisurely consumed my bagel and my fruit juice, right there on the bench, still naked from the waist down, with Cindy eyeballing me. She knew better than to speak right now and so she just sat there, waiting for me to finish eating and drinking – and savor the humiliation I had just experienced.
“You up for dessert?” she asked a few minutes later, after I had just swallowed my last bite.
When I looked at her, she gestured at a bench behind us, on the other side of the plaza. There was a guy sitting there, reading a magazine. As I glanced at him, Cindy said, “I dare you to suck him off.”
“What?” I whispered as I turned my head towards her.
“I dare you to go suck his cock and swallow whatever he gives you,” she clarified bluntly.
“You dare me? What are we, eight?”
“Oh come on, please?”
“If you feel so strongly about it, why don’t you go suck him?” I asked.
“Look at you, you’re clearly the bigger slut here,” she retorted.
I looked down at myself, cum on my face and top and my cunt so wet it was staining the bench between my legs.
“Yeah ok, I’ll give you that one,” I conceded, with my dripping cunt still on display and two loads of fresh cum on my face and top.
I got up, walked across the square and sat down on the bench, next to my target. The guy briefly looked up as he noticed me sitting down, and although he stared at the cum on my face for a few moments and then between my legs for another couple of seconds, he eventually turned his head and simply resumed reading. Over the course of the next minute, I slowly scooted closer until I was right next to him. Wrapped up in his reading the guy either didn’t notice or simply didn’t care. Even when I invaded his personal space by slowly extending my hand in front of his magazine, reaching for his swollen crotch, he only exhibited mild interest as he glanced down for a mere second and then flipped another page.
“Do you mind?” I asked as I began unzipping his pants.
“No, go ahead,” the guy replied as he continued his reading.
I undid his pants button, put my hand in there and pulled out his hard shaft with some effort. After gently stroking it a few times, I bent my head down towards his cock and used my free hand to stroke my hair behind my ear. Slowly I engulfed his veiny shaft with my warm mouth and swirled my tongue around his tip several times, as I slid off the bench and got down on my knees, on the grass in front of him. While I was bobbing my head up and down his dick, the guy repositioned his magazine on top of my head, obscuring it from his view. It made the blowjob even more demeaning and unemotional than it already was. From the corner of my eye, I noticed Cindy slowly walking up to the bench and just watching us. She was smiling and gently grazing her left tit through her white top as she looked at me. From the second our eyes met, we retained eye contact all through the rest of my performance, which was only about a minute or so.
First, the guy started trembling on the bench, then he began moaning and groaning, then his right leg began to twitch until finally his whole body froze as he let out a deep, loud roar. I quickly wrapped both hands tightly around his cock and bobbed my head feverishly up and down the tip of his cock, very fast and sloppy, all the while looking my sister in the eye. My performance was not only having its effect on the guy, but also on Cindy, who was wobbling one tit up and down while tweaking her other nipple. The guy convulsed in his seat for almost half a minute, squirting his generous load into my mouth. When he had nothing left to give, I pulled it out with a pop and theatrically swallowed his load for Cindy’s benefit, showing her my empty mouth when I was done. Afterwards, I lowered my head again to lick his balls and the base of his cock for about a minute, until his dick had shrunk to its smallest proportions.
As a goodbye, I took his tiny, shriveled dick in my mouth and sucked it for another ten seconds before getting up and politely nodding my head as I walked away. I walked over to Cindy and accompanied her to the bench we had previously been sitting on, as all my jeans and panties were still there.
“God, that was so hot!” she whispered as she cupped one of my boobs through my top.
After I got properly dressed again and cleaned myself up a little bit, we headed for the mall, where we spent the rest of the morning window shopping. Around noon, we were sitting in the red-sticker section of the mall, at the very edge of the food court. While we were sipping from our ice slurpees and comparing notes on our – rather limited – shopping spree, a woman, about mom’s age, carrying about a dozen bags walked up to our table.
“Excuse me, could one of you girls unzip me please?” she asked as she held up her left arm, raising the bags of clothes and shoes she was carrying on that side, exposing her dark blue, knee-high skirt and the zipper which she wanted us to see.
Cindy was closest, so she smiled and said, “Sure.”
As she reached for the zipper and slowly pulled it down, the woman turned her head to look at what my sister was doing and said, “That’s it, now could you please pull it down, along with my panties.”
Once the zipper was fully down, Cindy hooked several fingers behind the waistband of the woman’s skirt and panties and slowly started pulling both pieces of clothing down.
“Thanks hon, just stuff ‘m in one of the bags,” the woman said.
After doing so, Cindy reclined back in her chair as we watched the woman turn and walk away, only to change her mind several meters out. After doubling back, she said, “Maybe pop a tit out as well, the left one please.”
My sister smiled, stood up and reached into the woman’s jacket, fidgeted with her blouse for a moment, then put her hand into the woman’s bra and finally pulled out her large tit, hanging it out for everyone to see. Because Cindy hadn’t unclasped the bra, nor undone any more buttons of the blouse than absolutely necessary, the woman’s tit was uncomfortably spilling out of her clothes. She looked down at herself for a moment, smiled politely and left, tiptoeing her naked ass away from us, on her high heels like the stuck-up cunt she obviously was.
“That bitch wants it bad,” Cindy whispered as she smiled widely.
“Yeah, she won’t make past fifty meters,” I responded, licking my lips as I watched her gorgeous ass sashaying away, clearly enjoying the humiliation she had brought down on herself. When the woman turned a corner about five seconds later, she was already being pursued by a guy in his late thirties, clearly interested in fucking the shit out of her. As nor Cindy nor I cared enough to follow them, we decided to forget the whole incident.
After another half an hour or so, Cindy looked at her watch and said,”Let’s go see Jason.”
“How is the groom-to-be?” I asked as we got up.
“A little nervous about the whole wedding thing, but he’s really looking forward to leaving town on our honeymoon and exploring the big, outside world,” she replied with a wink. We exited the mall and walked for about ten minutes before arriving at Jason’s. It was actually his mother’s house, as he still lived with her – his father had left town in search for a more high-profile career. Cindy led me to the back of the house and used the key, hidden under a nearby flower pot, to open the back door. Once inside, she took off her coat and threw it on the couch as she scouted the kitchen for signs of life.
Just as she was about to holler out for Jason, we heard muffled screams coming from upstairs. Cindy looked at me, smiled, and headed up the stairs. After taking off my coat as well, I followed her. When we got to what I assumed was his room, she put her ear against the door, although from this distance, the fucking noises were pretty unmistakable. She waited for me to catch up with her and then opened the door. As we poked our heads in, we saw Jason – completely naked and on his knees – fucking the shit out of Miranda, one of Cindy’s best friends, who was on all fours, squealing like a pig.
Although they turned their heads towards the door for a second, they never stopped fucking. In fact, our interruption didn’t even seem to slow them down at all. After a few seconds of gawking at them, Cindy said, “Sorry,” and simply closed the door. Unperturbed and as happy as before, my sister looked at me and said, “So, why don’t I give you a tour of the house.”
Cindy walked me through all the rooms in the house, first upstairs, then downstairs – even the basement and the garage – before, eventually, ending up on the first floor again, in the master bedroom, where Jason’s mom slept.
As we browsed through her wardrobe, more specifically her shoe collection, Cindy suddenly discovered a shoebox containing several dildo’s. As she took them out and examined them closely one by one, she came across a big black one, equipped with a second, smaller tip. “Oh, I’ve always wanted to try one of these,” she said as she got up, moved towards the bed and pulled her skirt out of the way. After pulling down her pantyhose and panties, she sat down on the edge of the bed and leaned back on her left arm as she used her right hand to shove the big tip of the dildo up her twat. After a few seconds, she began fidgeting around, trying to get the butt end up her ass as well. She succeeded pretty quickly and started fucking both her holes, right there in front of me, gasping and moaning rather loud.
Suddenly she said, “I think they’re done”, referring to Jason and Miranda, whose panting and screaming in the other room had died down. Cindy pulled the black dildo out of her holes and pulled her pantyhose, panties and skirt back into place. Then, leaving the used black dildo on the bed, the box with other dildo’s on the floor and the numerous shoes we had examined scattered all over the floor, we headed out of the room and walked into Jason’s room again. We noticed Miranda on her back on the bed, with Jason kneeling beside her, stroking his cock over her cum-covered face and wiping the last of his load on her forehead. Miranda got up and out of bed and stumbled into the adjacent bathroom, seriously hampered by the large amount of fresh spunk on her face, and in her eyes.
Cindy walked over to her fiancée and gave him a little peck on the cheek.
After a mutual greeting, Cindy looked down at his cock and whispered, “Come here, we don’t want you leaking all over the room, now do we?” as she got on her knees and swallowed his half-flaccid cock, which had a small strain of cum dangling from it.
Jason, still sensitive from his recent orgasm, banged his flat hand against the nearby wall to prevent himself from losing his balance and moaned deeply. As my sister was slobbering all over his dick, sucking the cum and the cunt juices off of it, Miranda came back in from cleaning her face off. She was only slightly startled to see Cindy on her knees, sucking the very cock that had just fucked her raw and drenched her slutty face in a copious amount of gooey cum. She picked up her panties, put them on, then found her bra and put it on as well.
After grabbing the rest of her clothes, she said, “Hey, didn’t know you were back,” as she passed me by on her way out of the room, probably planning on putting on the rest of her clothes downstairs.
“Call me,” she yelled as she walked down the stairs. I couldn’t say if she was talking to me or Jason.
“So what’s up?” Jason asked, turning to Cindy.
“We came by to see if you wanted to go and have a cup of coffee, talk a little, catch up…”
“Sure, let me take a shower first,” he said as he took real notice of me for the first time and walked over to me, butt naked, his flaccid cock dangling between his legs.
“Hey Jamie,” he whispered in a deep voice.
“Hey,” I said, grinning widely, nervously looking away from him.
He walked right up to me and put his hands on my shoulders, gently caressing them, “It’s good to see you again.”
“It’s good to see you too Jason,” I said, a little uncomfortable, still smiling.
His hands slid down to my chest and as he cupped a tit in each of his hands, he whispered, “Still as beautiful as ever.”
I gasped and looked him straight in his eyes, trying to give him a stern look, but he wasn’t impressed. While keeping his left hand on my right boob, his right hand slid down to my crotch. He reached into my jeans – without unzipping or unbuttoning it – then into my panties and quickly slithered two fingers into my cunt without any kind of foreplay, warning or sweet talk. Again I gasped and moaned as he slid his fingers back and forth a couple of times, before taking them out and putting them in his mouth. I stared at him perplexed as he scandalously sucked my juices off his fingers.
“Still as tasty as ever,” he whispered as he looked deep into my eyes.
“Yow Casanova,” Cindy shouted, “So, are we going or what?”
“Sure babe, I was just on my way to the shower,” he smirked as he headed towards the bathroom.
“Yeah, I can see that,” she smiled.
“You know, you girls are welcome to join me,” he grinned mischievously, waiting just before entering the bathroom.
While I giggled and rearranged my clothes, Cindy grabbed the first piece of clothing she could get her hands on and threw it at him, while she laughed and shouted, “Get your ass in the shower, you horn-dog!”
Jason laughed as he ducked into the bathroom and closed the door behind him.
“Still a handful,” I said, smiling at Cindy.
“You have no idea,” she replied.
About fifteen minutes later, we were out the door and heading for the nearest coffee shop. As it was rather warm, we sat down on the terrace and ordered a round of sodas. Jason, sitting in between Cindy and myself started asking me all sorts of questions about the outside world. After our second rounds of drinks, Cindy had to take a leak. When she came back, she turned her chair more towards Jason and put her feet up on his lap, relaxing in her chair. While I continued telling them all about my adventures in the ‘big outdoors’, Jason started caressing Cindy’s legs – cladded in dark brown, shiny, nylons – all the way from her black mini-boots to her dark-grey miniskirt. This innocent caressing went on for several minutes, until Jason started asking me about the sex in the outside world – it was only a matter of time, I figured. As Cindy and Jason – who had never left town – listened to my story with great interest, his caressing of Cindy’s legs turned into something a lot naughtier.
As I began telling them about some of my most spectacular sexual encounters, I noticed Jason’s caressing slowing down and his fingers crumpling up some of the nylon fabric around Cindy’s left knee. Soon, he started pulling at it, slowly but surely creating a tear. After wriggling two fingers into the rip, he started pulling at it, widening it and putting more fingers into it, until the gap was large enough to his liking. Then he moved on, finding an unblemished piece of nylon fabric and repeating the action. Pretty soon, there wasn’t an inch of untorn nylon on either of Cindy’s legs. She in turn simply glanced at her pantyhose occasionally, turned on by what her fiancée was doing.
Putting both hands under her skirt, he used his two index fingers to make a hole in the nylon fabric at her crotch; it took some effort, but eventually he succeeded and started tearing that part of Cindy’s pantyhose to shreds as well. Without looking away from me, his hands searched for the hem of her grey skirt and grabbed it firmly. His clenched fists started pulling at the fabric, trying to rip it, but the material was pretty sturdy. Jason had to reposition his hand four times, each time placing his fists – clenching the hem of Cindy’s skirt – closer together and pulling with all his might, before the material finally gave way. Once the seam was ripped, it only took a small effort to rip the skirt in half, uncovering Cindy’s crotch, which was hidden only by a few dozen fragments of nylon and ruby red panties. Imperturbable, Cindy reached for her soda and sipped from it, without taking her eyes or her full concentration off my story. The ripping sounds had drawn the attention of the people at the next table, who were now glancing at us.
While Cindy put her glass back on the table, Jason briefly glanced at her to get his aim right and grabbed the cleavage of her blouse as he turned back towards me and tore it right down the middle, making the buttons jump off in all directions, exposing her naked tummy and her rube red bra for all to see. By now everyone on the terrace had noticed what Jason was doing and as a result, we were pretty much the center of everyone’s attention. While I was still talking, Jason picked up Cindy’s right leg and put it on the table, leaving the left one on his lap – spreading them apart a bit – and ran his hand up her right inner thigh until he reached her panties, grabbing the seam and pulling at the delicate fabric until it gave way and ripped. After tugging on it for a few more seconds, he was holding part of her panties – the part that till a few seconds ago covered her pussy – in his hand and threw it disrespectfully over his shoulder. Instinctively, my gaze redirected itself to my sister’s exposed cunt.
As Cindy’s right hand absentmindedly drifted off to her crotch and her knuckles started grazing her clit, Jason reached out and squeezed her right tit, slowly putting all fingers inside of the bra’s cup and ripping it off. The flimsy material offered no resistance whatsoever and Cindy’s right tit just fell out of its supports. Three seconds later, Jason did the same to the left cup, getting all of my sister’s attributes out into the open. She looked like a cheap whore with all of her ripped clothing and her tits and cunt exposed. Several guys at the tables around us had taken out their cocks and were either getting jacked off by their partner or were giving themselves a good wank. Jason then bent her left leg and put her left foot on his armrest, freeing up his lap so that he could whip out his massive cock. It stood eight inches tall and was throbbingly erect. Again I couldn’t help but stare.
Suddenly – I was still yapping away – he looked at me and said, “Jamie hon, nobody cares anymore, how about putting that mouth of yours to some actual use?”
As Cindy’s right index and middle fingers were going berserk on her clit, she smiled wickedly as I got on my knees and crawled over to them. After looking up at Jason’s arrogant smile one more time, I slid my warm mouth over his fat erection and started blowing him right in the middle of the coffee shop, for everyone to see. After a minute or two, he nudged my face to the side, towards my sister’s cunt and I got the idea. I placed my mouth on her pussy and started eating her out. While she squirmed and moaned gently, I reached out and wrapped my hand around Jason’s tube and continued jacking him off. Meanwhile I noticed from the corner of my eye that at least two more male customers were also getting their cocks sucked by their partners and that another woman was straddling her table partner, fucking him.
I kept going back and forth between Jason’s fat cock and my sister’s pussy until both of them had had enough. Suddenly, they both got up and hurried towards the bathroom – Jason fully dressed and Cindy with nothing but shreds of clothing hanging from her slutty body – to fuck each other’s brains out, no doubt, leaving me there, on my knees, in full sight of everyone.
Just as I was about to get up, a guy in his late forties – who’d been watching and wanking to the scene, sitting alone at his table – walked up to me and asked, “You’re already down on your knees, would you mind terribly?” as he waved his hard cock up and down a few times. I shook my head and waited for him to sit down in my sister’s seat before lowering my head down into his lap and sucking his cock. He’d been tugging that dick pretty hard, because he ejaculated into my mouth not two minutes later.
“Thank hon,” he said as he got up after I had sucked his balls dry. As I looked up, I noticed another guy, definitely younger, but far less handsome, waiting, also jacking his cock.
“May I?” he asked as he pointed at the just vacated seat. I gave him a slight nod of the head and waited for him to sit down.
“Can I cum in your face?” he asked as I bent my head down to swallow his dick.
“No, in my mouth,” I corrected him as I began bobbing my head up and down his cock.
And so that’s precisely what he did barely thirty seconds later. With no more guys queuing to get their cock sucked, I rearranged my clothes and sat back down, waiting for Cindy and Jason.
To my surprise, only Cindy reappeared about six minutes later. Still naked, except for her heels, and sperm running down her thigh from her freshly and savagely fucked cunt, she sat down, almost shy now that her rampant lust had been taken care of.
“Where’s Jason?” I asked.
“Gone back to his place.”
“Is he coming back?” I inquired, thinking he would return with some new clothes for Cindy.
“I don’t think so, let’s go home,” she replied, clearly eager to get out of that coffee shop.
We got up and headed towards the bus stop, with my sister looking like the cheap, filthy slut that she was. She was nervous, shy and embarrassed, but I could also tell that this was turning her on. All those prying eyes, watching every inch of her gorgeous naked skin, lusting and drooling over her. Luckily for Cindy, we didn’t have to wait too long for the bus and there were plenty of empty seats to choose from. She opted for the back seat, well out of sight of most commuters. As we got off the bus, we passed by an elder gentleman, who slapped Cindy rather hard on her naked ass, as we passed by his seat. Although she was officially outraged, it made her instantly and noticeably raunchy.
After walking the last few hundred meters home, we noticed David, one of my ex-boyfriends, leaving our house.
I slowed down to greet him, but Cindy didn’t stop and just said, “Meet you in the backyard.”
“Okay,” I replied, my attention already fully directed at David.
“Hi,” he said as he walked up to me, after gawking at Cindy naked, slutty body as she passed him by.
“Hi yourself,” I replied, “Were you looking for me?”
“As a matter of fact I was.”
“If you want a blowjob or something, we can go up to my room.”
“Well, that was the plan, but your mom already took care of me,” he replied.
“I see.”
“I am sorry, I didn’t know when you’d be back and she…”
“No, it’s all right, it’s just bad timing, that’s all,” I replied.
“I guess so,” he said, looking at the ground, not knowing what to say or do.
Desperate to avoid a long awkward silence, I asked, “So, did she give you a blowjob?”
“No, I fucked her,” he blurted out.
“On all fours, in the bathroom, with her head down the toilet bowl.”
I smiled and said, “Yeah, that was always one of your favorites… did you flush?”
“Twice, she did not particularly care for that,” he quipped.
“I can imagine,” I giggled.
After nervously smiling at one another for another couple of seconds, he said, “Well, it was great seeing you, we should get together some other time.”
“Next time you’ve got a hard-on and you feel like flushing someone, give me a call, okay?” I smiled.
“Will do,” he said as he gave me a peck on the cheek and walked away.
I kept watching him until he turned a corner and was completely out of sight, then slowly turned and headed for the backyard. Still a smile on my face from talking to David, I walked up to Cindy, who was sitting on her ass in the middle of the lawn, still completely naked except for her high heels. She had her legs wide apart and was leaning on her left hand, while she had the middle and index finger of her right hand firmly and deeply lodged up her twat. Her body was squirming and coiling. She was so fucking horny. After looking at her for another minute or so, mom knocked on the kitchen window, calling me in.
“Have fun, stupid cunt,” I whispered, assuming she’d get a kick out of that insult. Cindy moaned as she sped up her handwork down there – confirming my hypothesis. I walked in through the backdoor, where mom was preparing dinner. She was wearing nothing but panties and a bra and her hair was moist. Not completely wet – it had been dried off thoroughly – but it was clear that it had been soaked not long ago. She didn’t say anything about it, so neither did I.
“Do me a favor hon, your father is upstairs jacking off, in your sister’s bedroom. He’s been up there for nearly two hours now; would you mind finishing him off and making sure he gets down in time for dinner?”
“Sure thing mom,” I said as I stole a piece of carrot from the counter and put it in my mouth as I headed up the stairs.
I gently opened the door to Cindy’s bedroom and sure enough, there was dad, butt naked and on his knees, leaning against the head board and the wall with his back, jerking his hard cock. He had one of Cindy’s panties wrapped around his head, the crotch of it hanging over his nose. I smiled as I slithered in, closing the door behind me. Although there was no doubt whether he had seen me coming in, he ignored me and kept doing what he was doing. I slowly strolled around the bed, watching him from different angles as he pumped his dick. When I noticed an opened bottle of Viagra on the nightstand, I got a little nervous. When I got closer, I noticed that Cindy’s pillow was directly in front of him and judging from the large amount of half-dried up cum stains on it, I’d say he was on his third or fourth wank.
Suddenly he turned his head towards me.
I smiled at him and whispered, “Hey.”
“Hey.”
“Whatcha doing?” I asked playfully.
“Having a wank,” he replied.
“I can see that,” I smiled as I sat down on the edge of the bed, right next to him. “More than one from the looks of it, any particular reason you’re bent on drowning Cindy’s pillow?”
“She’s a fucking bitch,” dad blurted out, clearly very worked up.
“I see,” I smiled as I caressed his non-wanking arm, “And what about me, am I a fucking bitch too?”
“Uhuh,” dad nodded, clearly liking where I was going with this.
“We’re just walking and talking cum dumps, aren’t we?” I continued.
“Oh fuck yeah,” he said.
“Good for nothing little whores,” I whispered as I took off my top and unbuttoned my bra, flashing my tits.
“Yeah,” dad exclaimed as he sped up his wanking.
“Go ahead daddy,” I said as I got down on my knees in front of the bed, “Just blow it anywhere you want.”
True enough, dad moaned loudly and moved his pelvis forward, aiming his cock at my face and came.
“Yeah, all over my stupid face!” I enticed him further.
It wasn’t a lot, but still a dozen drops or so, enough to sully my entire face. A little surprised that his cock stayed hard after cumming, I gulped it down and sucked it clean for like half a minute. I was even more surprised when he suddenly grabbed my head with both hands and start fucking my mouth, still hard as a bone. After making me gag several times, he pulled back, clearly still very horny. I coughed, smiled up at him and said, “My my!” I got up and straddled him, sliding my moist cunt over his large pole and started bouncing up and down wildly.
I rode him for about eight minutes, came hard once myself, before feeling him tense up and shoot inside of me.
I dismounted him and got up with a big grin on my face. However, his cock was still fully erect.
“Oh my god, how many pills did you take?” I asked, impressed and also a tad worried.
“Just one,” dad replied.
“Those are for guys who can’t get them up anymore dad, not for horny fucks like you who are already hard all the time!” I said as I got back on the bed, reaching out for his shaft with my right hand.
Judging from his demeanor, I figured one more decent climax would do the trick, so I decided to get a little creative. I rubbed his dick for a little while to get him going again, then – to stay true to what seemed to be the topic of the day – I figured it was time to humiliate myself one more time.
I walked over to my sister’s dresser and grabbed a pair of nylons and a belt from one of her drawers.
“Ok, here we go,” I said as I squatted down and picked up one of dad’s socks from the floor and put it in my mouth. Then, as I got on my knees, I pulled my sister’s nylons over my head and tied the belt around my neck.
Almost immediately dad wrapped his hand around his big cock and started wanking yet again, whispering, “Oh god.”
Slowly and theatrically I started moving my right, clenched fist – which was holding the end of my sister’s belt – further away, causing the belt to tighten around my neck. Meanwhile my left hand started groping my tits and tweaking my already hard nipples. I pulled harder and harder on my improvised leash and started making choking sounds to edge him on.
Dad went berserk and started jerking off furiously, desperately wanting to cum again. I had to assume several more degrading positions – sitting on all fours, lying with my face on the floor and my ass high in the air, on my back with my legs spread high and wide, etc. Finally, after another six minutes or so, he came. He was nearly crying when he collapsed on his back again. I took off the belt and the nylons, took his sock out of my mouth and looked at him, relieved to finally see his cock shrinking.
I whispered, still catching my breath, “Come down for dinner as soon as you can walk again.”
I picked up my clothes and walked out of my sister’s room, put my clothes back on in the hallway and headed back down to watch some television in the living room. About ten minutes later, Cindy walked in – her little garden adventure over – and headed upstairs to take a shower and put on some new clothes. Dad came down five minutes later and joined me in front of the TV. Roughly half an hour later, the four of us were all sitting at the dinner table, enjoying mom’s cooking and talking and laughing as if we were a normal family.
Well, in Heaven we probably were…