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.

Their parents are Cynthia and Mark.

Cindy is engaged to Jason.

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The following morning, I awoke to the sound of fucking. At first, I figured dad was really giving it to mom, but after listening to it for a few minutes – and getting pretty raunchy – I wasn’t so sure anymore. The fucking seemed too energetic, too hard and too rough. Aside from the usual sounds like a squeaking bed, panting and moaning, there were also hard, slapping sounds to be heard, each time followed by high tone shriek. Because the slaps were out of sync with the squeaking and moaning, I theorized that someone was getting seriously slapped in the face while getting fucked. And that was more my sister’s thing, not so much my mother’s. When I heard someone moving around in the kitchen, I got up and headed downstairs to see if my hypothesis was correct.

It was.

I found mom – stark naked – sitting at the breakfast table. Even in the kitchen the sound of dad and Cindy having wild sex was clearly audible. It was clear that the noises were getting to mom as well; her nipples were hard enough to cut glass.

“How long have they been at it?” I asked as I sat down, taking off my nightie, putting one leg up on the breakfast table and sliding two fingers up my moist twat.

“About half an hour,” mom replied, “The little bitch woke us up and kicked me out of my own bedroom; they’ve been going at it ever since.”

Mom occasionally flicked her clit, but refrained from doing anything more. Except for the occasional glance at my cunt, she ignored me and we just sat there, in silence. After another ten minutes or so, the noise coming from upstairs eventually died down. Only to start up again a few minutes later!

“Oh my god!” I exclaimed, jealous and frustrated as I started fingering even faster. The fact that I had seen a lot of action yesterday but very little satisfaction only made things worse.

“Honey,” mom said, realizing how fucking horny I was, “I think you’re going to need something bigger than your fingers for this one.”

“I know,” I whispered, keeping my eyes closed and my head tilted back, “But I am really not in the mood for a dildo and curfew isn’t over for another two hours, so…”

After a few moments of silence – except for the seemingly incessant fuck noises coming from upstairs – mom said, “If you need cock, I am sure Simon would be willing to accommodate you.”

“Jeez mom, Simon from next door? I haven’t seen him in like forever, besides isn’t he like fifty or something?”

“Suit yourself,” mom said as she sipped from her fourth cup of coffee, “I am sure you can scratch that itch all by yourself, or wait another two hours, while your father fucks the shit out of your sister.”

I realized mom was right. Simon was close by and most likely my best chance of getting a real cock in me anytime soon. After kidding myself for another twenty seconds, I jumped up and barked, “Fine,” as I put on dad’s long overcoat and wriggled my feet into some white sneakers. As I walked through the kitchen, heading for the back door, mom smiled and whispered, “Say hi for me,” as she sipped from her coffee.

“Oh shut up,” I snapped as I stepped out and walked over to our neighbor’s back door. I knocked and waited. Then I knocked again. It wasn’t until after I had knocked three times that it dawned on me that our neighbors may not have been up yet, seeing how early it was. Then, suddenly, Caroline -Simon’s wife – answered the door in her black, satin night gown.

After blinking her sleepy eyes at me several times, she recognized me and said, “Hey Jamie, I didn’t know you were back in town, how are you?” as she began moving out of the way to let me in.

“I am sorry to bother you so early, but I am really horny… is Simon in?” I asked bluntly.

Immediately her mood changed as she stepped back into the doorway, blocking my entrance and shot me a dirty look, eyeing me up and down. “Wait here,” she said coldly and slammed the door shut. She turned around and seemed to be calling out for Simon, who walked in about half a minute later. They bickered for about twenty seconds, during which Caroline pointed at me several times. Then she seemed to concede and stormed off – disappearing from sight – while Simon walked over to the door.

“Jamie, how nice to see you again,” he whispered.

“Hey Simon, so, is there a problem?” I asked.

“Uh no, Caroline doesn’t want me to do you in the house, that’s all,” he said as he stepped out and closed the door behind him, “So we’ll have to use the shed, if that’s okay.”

I looked at him, amazed that he had the audacity to even suggest that; in his garden shed, was he fucking kidding me? I wasn’t that desperate… was I? Oh god, the few seconds I contemplated his proposal gave me away; any woman not completely offended by a suggestion like that, would probably be up for just about anything – which was pretty much the case. The vague smile around his mouth indicated that he realized that too.

I shrugged my shoulders and said, “What the heck, lead the way Simon.” He smiled triumphantly and walked down the garden path, heading for the large wooden shed. After walking in, I half expected him to put down a rug or some old rags, but no, he just unbuttoned his pants and said, “How about a little suck first, Jamie?”

“Sure,” I sighed, realizing I had little other choice if I wanted a hard dick inside of me, and squatted down in front of him as he leaned against his workbench. I was so fucking horny that even feeling his below average cock growing in my slutty mouth turned me on further and made me wetter. Finally, after about two or three minutes of sucking, he said, “I am ready, get on your back.” Still no blanket? I thought to myself as I took off the overcoat and got on my back on the cold, concrete floor. God, I was such a fucking slut. I could have asked for one, but I guess part of me felt like I didn’t really deserve one.

Anyway, he stuffed his hard cock in my twat and started humping away. I relaxed and enjoyed the fucking I was finally getting. Maybe the whole, humiliating experience would soon be worth it after all, I thought to myself. Unfortunately, barely a minute after he had begun to fuck me, Simon started wheezing and moaning and another ten seconds later, he shrieked, “Oh god, you’re so fucking tight.”

And with that, he arched his back and pumped his cum up my stupid twat, getting limp and unresponsive almost immediately.

As Simon was lying on top of me, breathing heavily, I felt so fucking mortified and thought to myself, “Serves you right, you fucking cunt, for having no restraint whatsoever!”

Simon got off me and said, “I am guessing you didn’t cum.”

“No,” I sighed, putting both of my hands on my face, wanting to crawl into a corner and die of shame.

“Is there anything I can do?” he asked as he zipped up his pants.

“Would you mind just giving me a minute? I’ll close the door behind me,” I whispered.

“Uh sure,” he said as he turned and walked back to the house.

I took a few minutes to compose myself and then walked out, closing the door to the shed behind me. I didn’t bother with putting on the overcoat again and just walked towards our back door, stark naked. To my surprise Cindy had finished fucking dad in the meantime and was sitting next to mom at the breakfast table. As she didn’t ask me where I was coming from as I walked in, I assumed mom had already told her. They both just sat there and smirked, I could have just died. I scampered into the hallway and wanted to go and hide in my room, but Cindy followed me and pinned me to the wall, halfway up the stairs – she was naked as naked as I was.

“So, did Simon scratch your itch?” she asked as her face was right in front of mine.

“Not even close,” I replied as I was trying to break free and pushed her out of the way.

Cindy smiled, stuck her right hand in between my legs, quickly found my entrance and unceremoniously shoved two fingers inside of me, whispering, “Perhaps I can be of service?”

I snorted and said, “Don’t you think that if this itch could be scratched by fingers, I would have done it by now… or asked mom to do it… do you think that I would have gone over to Simon’s house and let that old fart fuck me on the concrete floor of his garden shed?”

Cindy redrew her hand and asked, laughing, “Oh my god, he fucked you in his shed? That’s so… humiliating.”

“I know!” I said, gently pushing her away, heading for my room again.

“Wait,” Cindy said apologetically, “I didn’t mean it like that, you’re usually into that sort of thing, aren’t you?”

When I reached the top of the stairs, I turned and said, “Don’t get me wrong, I love being humiliated… it’s just that I needed to cum, and Simon did nothing but frustrate me even more!”

Cindy climbed the few stairs that were separating us and said, “Look, if you really need cock that desperately, maybe I can help.”

“Never mind, I brought my own dildo,” I said, turning to leave.

“I am not talking about a dildo, I am talking about a real cock, a big one… and it’s close by, let me just make a phone call,” Cindy said as she ran into her room to find her cell phone.

When she came back into the hallway, I said, “Look, you don’t have to call someone to come and fuck me… I’ll be fine!”

“Jamie, it’s another two hours before schools are in session; you’re not fine, you need to get fucked, good and rough… dad is not getting up anytime soon and Simon is probably out for the rest of the morning, so I don’t see that you have much of a choice. You’re turning into a complete bitch!”

“You…” I started to say.

Signaling me with a hand gesture that I had to shut up, she started talking on the phone, “Franky, it’s Cindy… Cindy McAlloway… yeah, thank you… are you doing anyone right now… good… no, it’s not for me, it’s for my sister… she’s really randy and there’s not a decent cock to be found… no, I kinda used up that one… yeah… ok… yeah, we’ll be over in ten minutes… bye.”

I looked at my sister in disbelief, but she just hung up the phone and said, “Get dressed slut, we’re leaving in one minute.” I decided to take my chances and trust her – after all, after the fiasco with Simon, how much worse could it get? – and put on some jogging pants, a halter top and sneakers – no bra or panties. Cindy put on a similar outfit, no bra but she did put on some panties, and shortly afterwards we were out the door.

About six minutes later, we walked up to a large residence – about three blocks away from our house. As Cindy rang the bell, I read the sign next to the door, “Frank Kriegel, gynecologist.”

Needless to say, I felt slightly nervous.

A tall, handsome man opened the door and smiled, “Good morning Cindy!”

“Hey Frank,” she said as she stepped in and gave him a peck on the cheek.

“Come on in, and you must be Jamie,” he said as he looked me up and down.

“Yeah hi,” I said, shaking his hand and walking in behind Cindy, feeling embarrassed about being there.

“Step into my office, I’ll be right with you,” he said with a smile, extending his arm invitingly.

As soon as we were both inside, he closed the door to his office behind us and disappeared for a minute. Almost immediately Cindy reach out and started undressing me.

“What are you doing?” I asked as I looked down at her hands, but didn’t fight her.

“It’ll be hard for him to fuck the shit out of you with your clothes still on, don’t you think?” Cindy replied.

When I was naked, Cindy took my hand and whispered, “Here, sit,” and led me to the gynecology chair.

“Lay back and put your feet up,” she said. I looked at her a little hesitantly, but did as I was told.

A few moments later, Frank walked back in and started taking off his clothes without saying a word. Naked, he was even more impressive; muscular, nicely tanned and one hell of a cock!

He walked up to me, gently pushed the foot rests apart and stepped a little closer, positioning his tip against my entrance, making me shudder with anticipation. Cindy suddenly felt very much like the third wheel and asked, “So, do I stay, do I go, what?”

“That’s up to your sister,” Frank said, as he gently slid his thick, meaty cock in my sopping cunt.

“Oh fuck! STAY!” I shouted as I moaned loudly, it seemed fittingly vulgar to do this in front of my sister.

I closed my eyes and started moaning louder and more frequent, as Frank started fucking me.

“Talk to me, Jamie… I need to know what you want… the better you communicate with me, the better your orgasms are going to be… whatever you need or want, just shout it out,” he said as he established a steady rhythm and started shoving the entire length of his cock into me, over and over again.

My body rocked back and forth on the couch as my hands gripped the iron bars above my head, holding onto them for support.

“Grab my tits,” I called out, “Squeeze ‘m.”

Frank reached out and grabbed both my tits and started massaging them, roughly, shaking them around as he kept pounding into me.

“Oh yeah, fuck me harder,” I called out.

He picked up the pace as requested and started jackhammering into me, fucking me hard, rough and deep.

About forty seconds later, the door suddenly flung open and in walked a woman in her late twenties, dressed in a business skirt, a white blouse, stockings and high heels.

“Hon, where did you put the keys to the SUV?” she asked as she walked right up to us.

“In the key box, in the garage,” Frank replied as he kept fucking me.

“Do you honestly think I would come and ask you if they were where they’re supposed to be, Frank?” she asked as she glanced at my face, then my tits and finally at her husband’s cock sliding in and out of my cunt.

“Check my pants,” Frank sighed.

She walked over to his clothes, squatted down and began checking his pants pockets. I was getting so turned on by this unexpected interruption that I whispered, “Slap my tits, Frank.”

Putting his left hand on my right tit for support, he started slapping my left tit with his right hand, making it bounce back and forth lewdly. Then he switched hands and started slapping my right tit around. I shrieked and started moaning even louder around his wonderful cock.

“Found ‘m,” his wife suddenly exclaimed as she got up and threw his pants back on the floor. To my – mild – surprise, she walked back towards us and leaned in to give Frank a goodbye kiss, on the lips. As she glanced down at me, getting my tit slapped around, she said, “Don’t wait up, I am working late again tonight.”

“OK, see you in the morning,” Frank replied as he began fucking me even deeper now, clearly aiming for my cervix. I started squealing even louder as my body started convulsing around his massively hard cock.

His wife, already heading for the door, suddenly turned and said, “By the way, Mrs. Parker called to reschedule for this afternoon, apparently she’d forgotten about her dentist appointment!”

That did it. Her total disregard and disrespect for my predicament pushed me over the edge and made me explode in a delightful orgasm. As I convulsed and trashed in the gynecology chair, Frank replied, “Ok hon, I’ll

give her a call when I am done with this!”

Without delay, Frank let go of my tit and bitch slapped me across my left cheek.

Another jolt of pleasure hit me, pushing me deeper into debauchery.

“Again,” I said. [SLAP]

“Again,” [SLAP]

“Harder.” [SLAP]

“Again,” [SLAP]

“Again,” [SLAP]

My cheek felt warm and my jaw was starting to hurt, but I was having the best orgasm in weeks, so I didn’t fucking care.

“Again,” [SLAP]

“Again,” [SLAP]

“Again,” [SLAP]

Eventually, my orgasm became so powerful that I couldn’t utter another sound and my body just froze up. Suspended in an endless, intense moment of sexual bliss, I was unable to give additional instructions, so Frank stopped the slapping, but kept on banging the shit out of me nonetheless. For a moment, I thought I was going to pass out or have a brain aneurysm from the pressure buildup.

About forty seconds later, when my orgasm finally started to subside, I gasped for air and panted, “Stop… Frank, please stop!”

He slowed down instantly and left my pussy about ten seconds later. As I lay there panting and groaning, I noticed Cindy getting down on her knees in front of Frank and swallowing his throbbing erection. After cleaning his cock for a minute or two, she got back up, wiped her lips and smiled down at me.

“Jeez sis, are you sure that was rough enough?” she asked with a sarcastic grin on her face, “I am all wet again.”

“It doesn’t take much to get you wet, slut,” I whispered smiling.

She smiled back and replied, “Well, you got me there.”

“So, what happens next?” I asked, unfamiliar with the procedure.

“That depends. Do you want to go again?” Frank asked, gently stroking his dick.

“No, I am good!” I replied, genuinely satisfied for now.

“Well, since I am paying, I wouldn’t mind sucking the cum out of your balls,” Cindy blurted out.

“Quick and nude?” Frank asked.

“Yes!” Cindy replied, visibly excited and ecstatic about his suggestion. I had no idea what it entailed, but I would find out soon enough. As Frank started pumping his cock like there was no tomorrow, Cindy quickly took off her halter top and kicked off her sneakers.

“Tell me when,” Cindy whispered as she pushed down her joggings pants and stepped out of them.

“Hang on,” Frank moaned as he pumped his dick, watching my sister’s every move. Leaning on one foot, then on the other, Cindy leisurely took off her white socks and threw them on the floor.

“Nearly there,” Frank groaned.

Cindy bit her lower lip in anticipation as she quickly took off her earrings and her wrist watch and squatted down to carefully drop both pieces of jewelry on her jogging pants. While she looked up at Frank, she reached for the back of her neck and undid the lock of her silver necklace, then dropped it on her pants too.

Free of her jewelry and all of her clothes – except for her white panties – Cindy got up and took a small step towards Frank, seductively twisting her body as she whispered, “Ready big boy?”

“Ten seconds,” Frank groaned, mercilessly pumping his cock.

“Oh yeah,” Cindy moaned, edging him on, as he hooked both thumbs behind the waistband of her panties.

A few more seconds of heavy pumping later, Frank groaned, “Here it comes!”

With an eager grin on her pretty face, Cindy swiftly pushed down her panties, nearly jumped out of them and dropped to her knees in front of him. She was still opening her mouth wide when Frank’s cock began spewing cum at her. Except for the first blast, which splattered against her lips and chin, Cindy managed to catch most of it in her slutty mouth. She just sat there, naked as the day she was born, serving as his cum dump. When Frank was done ejaculating, she quickly swallowed, leaned forward and began sucking on his shrinking cock like a maniac for a good minute or so. Then, we got cleaned up, put on our clothes – and jewelry – again and while Cindy paid for the session, I entered Frank’s number into my phone.

“Thanks, I really needed that,” I said as we walked out of Frank’s residence.

“I could tell,” Cindy replied with a smirk on her face, looking at my red cheek.

“Wanna go get some breakfast at Al’s?” she asked, pointing at the nearby diner.

“Sure,” I replied, having built up quite the appetite.

Although all the blinds were closed, we could see the lights on inside, so we knocked and waited.

After peeking from behind the door blinds, Al himself unchained the door, opened it and said, “Well well well, the sisters McAlloway, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you girls in here so early. Are you sure you girls are in the right place?”

Cindy reached for her id in her purse, but All put his hand up, indicating it wasn’t necessary and said, “If I didn’t know for sure you were over eighteen, I wouldn’t even have opened the door, I just wanted to give you girls a friendly warning.”

“Thanks, but we don’t need one,” Cindy said, slightly offended.

“All right, I ain’t your momma,” All said as he turned and walked away, “Sit anywhere you want and don’t touch the blinds till nine.”

As Cindy put her id away and we looked around to decide on a table, we saw the waitress on her knees in front of an elder guy, sucking his cock, while he was enjoying a fresh cup of coffee. Three tables further away, there was a young couple having breakfast, except for the fact that her tits were hanging out of her blouse – bra unclasped and blouse unbuttoned so far down that you practically see her belly button – it could have been a scene from any diner anywhere in the country. We smiled at each other and I followed Cindy to a booth by the window, which wasn’t really an asset at the moment considering all the blinds had to stay closed anyway. We sat down, briefly checked the menu and then began talking and reminiscing. A few minutes later, the guy three tables down – the one with his girlfriend’s tits hanging out – caught my eye as he had finished his breakfast and started unbuttoning his trousers. I signaled Cindy, who had her back towards him and turned for a second, just in time to see him taking out his rather plain dick and starting to jack off. She smiled as she turned back towards me and we continued our conversation.

About two minutes later, Al walked up to our table, asking if we were ready to order. Cindy asked for the blueberry pancakes and a cup of coffee, I chose a blueberry muffin and tea. After scribbling down our order, All returned to his kitchen as we turned our attention to the guy three tables down, who had just started moaning. Suddenly he jumped up and began spurting cum all over the table, roaring loudly. He must have been saving his cum for quite some time, because it was a big, gooey load. His girlfriend/wife just sat there, eating her breakfast, ignoring him. When he was done ejaculating, she simply stuffed her tits back in her bra and blouse and buttoned it up. Not a word spoken, not a touch exchanged. The guy simply zipped up and sat back down; he seemed pretty well trained in cumming like that. Seeing him waste his load like that made my cunt all tingly.

And I apparently wasn’t the only one who liked the show, because the guy getting sucked off by the waitress started moaning and seemed – judging from her bulging cheeks – to be spurting his load in her mouth moments later. After licking his whole cock clean, the waitress got up and sashayed her hips over to our table, and after putting some gum in her mouth – probably to get rid of the taste of cum – smiled at us and asked, “What ‘ll it be girls?”

“Al already took our order,” I replied politely.

“Oh right,” she smiled, turned and walked over to the counter.

Barely a minute later, she came back with our coffees and said, “Pancakes and the muffin are coming up.”

“Thanks,” I said.

About thirty seconds later, the woman from three tables down got up and headed for the bathroom. Meanwhile the guy called the waitress over and paid for their food. After putting his wallet away, he got up and slowly began moving towards the front door. When he past our table, he stopped and promptly put his hand down my halter top, wobbling my braless tits up and down. I kept stirring my tea, my gaze directed at my sister, who was grinning widely. About twenty seconds later, he took his hand out of my top and turned towards Cindy, giving her tits the same disrespectful treatment. She didn’t even bat an eye. He clearly preferred my tits over hers, because after only a few moments, he turned to face me again and used both hands to lower the straps of my halter top.

He pulled it down, exposing my rack and then grabbed one of my tits in each hand, gently mauling them and using his thumbs to flick my hard nipples around. Cindy and I simply looked at each other, fighting a naughty smile. The guy kept playing with my tits until his wife came back from the ladies room and walked right past us. He followed her out of the diner without giving me another look. Just as I raised my top, covering my tits up again, Al walked out of his kitchen, carrying our food. He walked over to our table, his big belly – covered in a dirty white apron – leading the way.

As he put down the plates in front of us, he asked, “Aren’t you getting married soon?”, obviously addressing my sister.

“That’s right,” Cindy replied, figuring he was just making conversation, “We’re actually planning…”

“Yeah, that’s great…” Al rudely interrupted her, “… so, would you mind if I plug ya?”

“Now?” Cindy asked, taken aback by his crude and unexpected proposal.

“Don’t worry, your pancakes will still be warm,” Al said as whipped out his meaty cock and stroked it a couple of times, right in front of us.

“Uhm sure, I guess,” Cindy replied as she began scooting out of the booth and asked, “Where do you want me?”

Although there were plenty of empty tables as well as booths to pick from, Al pointed towards the floor right next to our table and said: “Right here will do fine hon.”

Cindy stepped out of her sweat pants and panties, got on her back on the cold floor and spread her legs to accommodate him. Al dropped to his knees and clumsily stuffed his cock up my sister’s twat right next to our table. Cindy looked up at me and smiled as she mouthed: “Oh my god,” truly impressed by the size of his fat cock.

Unfortunately, a big cock doesn’t always guarantee a proper fucking, as my sister was about to find out. Although Al seemed to be enjoying my sister’s tight pussy – he was breathing and moaning like a steam train – he slammed into her so callously and imprecisely that he hardly gave her any pleasure. Judging from the uncomfortable look on Cindy’s face, the whole thing couldn’t be over soon enough. Less than a minute later, she got her wish as Al grunted loudly, pulled out of her and jacked off furiously all over her pussy and tummy.

When he was done, he got up, stuffed his dick back in his pants and disappeared into the kitchen, still breathing very irregularly. Cindy got up, grinned widely at me and threw her sweat pants and panties on our table as she sat down again, naked from the waist down. After using her napkin to clean Al’s cum off her top, she sipped from her coffee and started on her pancakes.

“Well, he wasn’t lying… pancakes are still warm,” she chuckled.

We laughed at Al’s weak performance.

The sight of Cindy getting fucked right next to me – even if it was only Al – stuck in my mind and had made me pretty raunchy by the time I finished my muffin. After finishing my tea, I glanced over at Cindy – still eating her pancakes – and began sliding off the bench, slowly disappeared under the table. As soon as I touched one of her thighs, she slouched and opened her legs a little further. Slowly, I began licking Al’s cum off her inner thighs and stomach. When I had cleaned her whole pelvis region with my slut tongue, I stuck my head in between her thighs and started licking her twat. Pretty soon, her wetness dripped down my chin, onto my top.

After a few minutes, I suddenly felt someone grabbing my ankles and positioning me so that my ass was sticking out from under the table. Cindy turned in her seat to accommodate my repositioning. Seconds later, I felt two hands pulling my sweat pants over my ass and a medium sized cock sliding into my wet twat. I honestly couldn’t tell whose dick it was. By my count, there were only two guys left in the diner, Al himself – who’d just splattered his juice on my sister – and the older guy – who had shot his load in the waitress’ mouth only minutes ago. As neither of them seemed virile enough to be up for seconds so soon, that left only one possible explanation: with my head wedged in between my sister’s legs, I probably hadn’t heard the new guy come in.

Whoever it was back there, really started fucking the shit out of me, shafting me deep and hard. Cindy was amused and whispered, “Yeah, give it to her, fuck that little bitch!”

I began munching on her cunt with even more zeal as I locked hands with her.

“That’s it, really slam it in there, good and hard… the little whore can take it!” Cindy blurted out as I could feel her pussy getting wetter. Unfortunately for everyone, the fuck didn’t last all that long – which was hardly surprising, considering what a loose whore I was being. Without warning the guy pulled out, splattered a fair amount of jizz all over my butt and got up. A few moments later, I heard the door to the diner open and then close again, most likely signaling the exit of my mystery suitor.

Cindy apparently got off on the way I had been treated, because she chose that particular moment to start orgasming. After making her shudder in her seat and scream for about a minute and half, I crawled out from under the table and scooped some cum off my ass with my right index finger. While I stuck that finger in my mouth to have a taste, I noticed Al watching me from behind the counter. Always in the mood for an audience, I repeated the whole scoop-and-lick routine a few more times, just for his viewing pleasure. I even threw in a few seductive smiles, knowing fully well he’d probably get hard again.

“How’s about a blowjob?” he asked bluntly, “And I won’t charge you for your muffin.”

He was clearly out to humiliate me, asking me to suck his cock for $1.22.

“Tell you what,” I said as I took off my top and got down on my knees, facing him, “Forget about our bill altogether and I’ll let you jack off in my face.”

“Deal,” Al blurted out as he rushed out from behind his counter, whipping out his half-hard cock. Amused by his eagerness, I brushed my hair out of the way and tilted my head up, giving him a prime target to shoot at. As I was looking up at Al, frantically stroking his cock, I noticed Cindy getting up from her seat and cleaning herself up a little bit. Then, she put her clothes back on, while keeping a close eye on me. The waitress, apparently also interested in seeing me take a facial, leaned over the counter to get a better view. With three sets of female eyes on him, Al stroked and stroked, for what seemed like forever. Eventually he moaned, arched his back and splattered a surprisingly big and gooey load all over my stupid face.

When he was done, Al simply walked away. After using my hands to locate my top, I used it to scoop and wipe the cum off my face, and especially out of my eyes. With nothing else to cover up my bare chest with, I turned my top inside out and put it on like that. After putting on my jogging pants again, I walked over to our table and nodded at Cindy, indicating I was ready to go.

“You’re one nasty tart!” she smiled as she got up and followed me out the diner.

Cindy never did tell me who fucked me while I was under the table, and I never asked.

Back home, we took a shower together, fooled around for a bit and then headed down to the living room, naked, except for the large towels we’d wrapped ourselves in. Cindy sat down in one of the loveseats and hung her legs over the armrests as I got on my knees in front of her. I had been licking her for nearly ten minutes when suddenly the doorbell rang.

Since mom was doing some light garden work out back and neither of us wanted to get up, we decided to ignore it. About ten seconds after the third ring, the living room door slowly opened and Eric, our – other – next door neighbor, poked his head in. Just a tad surprised, he stammered, “Uh, hi girls, sorry to interrupt, is uh… your mom home?”

A little displeased about the interruption, Cindy sighed and grunted, “She’s out back…”

“MOOOOOOM!” she shouted at the top of her lunges.

“That’s quite a mouth you’ve got on you,” Eric said as he reached for his zipper and stepped up to the couch, his pelvis right next to Cindy’s face. Being the slut that she is, my sister didn’t mind turning her head to face him and opening her mouth for his limp dick. By the time mom walked into the room, Eric’s dick was fully erect and pumping Cindy’s mouth – and throat – pretty hard.

“Eric, hi,” I heard mom say as I continued licking my sister’s twat, “What brings you here?”

“I’ve got a favor to ask of you,” he grunted, his right hand guiding Cindy’s head up and down his fuck stick.

“I’m listening,” mom replied serenely.

“Elaine’s [his wife] cousin is in town for a few days to celebrate his 19th birthday and…”

“Let me guess,” mom interrupted him, “He’s too much to handle?”

“She’ll never admit it, but yeah… he’s been inside of her almost non-stop since he arrived three days ago. Whenever she’s not on her back getting shafted, she’s on her knees sucking him off!”

“Well, the boy’s only got a few days, Eric, he’s got to make most of it,” mom smirked.

“I just didn’t know she could take that much cock,” he replied, fucking my sister’s mouth with vigor now.

“Sounds like a family problem to me Eric, what can I do?” mom asked.

“I’ve managed to convince Elaine to let the boy try at least one other pussy before going back home, and your name came up… it was actually on top of a very short list,” Eric replied as he looked down at my sister and started moaning softly, “He’s got a thing for mature women, you see.”

“Fair enough,” mom replied, “Where and when did you have in mind?”

“Our place, tonight, around eight?” Eric grunted as he pulled his cock out my sister’s mouth and began ejaculating all over her face.

“Six would suit me better, if you don’t mind,” mom said.

“Six it is… and would you mind if I had a go as well afterwards, Elaine’s been quite unavailable these last few days,” Eric said as he wiped his cock off on my sister’s right cheek and zipped up.

“Sure Eric,” mom grinned as she turned and walked back out towards the yard, “See you tonight.”

“Till tonight,” Eric said as he glanced down at my sister and me one last time and then headed out the door.

I continued licking Cindy’s twat for quite a while after that, and even made her cum.

Afterwards, while she was washing Eric’s cum off her face, I glanced at the clock: 10.43am.

What a busy morning I had had.

After a pretty slow early afternoon, things picked up again around three when I got a call from dad. Having been informed of mom’s extracurricular activity with Elaine’s cousin – and probably Eric too – dad insisted on coming home a little earlier to cook dinner and spend some time with me. Since Cindy was spending the night at Jason’s, it was just going to me and dad. He arrived less than twenty minutes later. After checking the fridge and the pantry, we realized we were going to have to make a quick run to the grocery store first. We made a list in the car to expedite things, not really paying attention to curfew, as dad was probably planning on fucking the shit out of me all evening.

It wasn’t until we were actually moving through the aisles that I realized curfew was not yet in effect; in the produce section for example, there was an elder gentlemen getting head from a brunette in a store uniform. In the frozen goods section, we saw a young woman getting fucked from behind, her head bent down into one of the chest freezers, her skirt pulled up and her panties pushed down to her knees.

In the magazine section, there were several guys flipping through erotic publications and jacking their cocks. One of them had been at it for quite a while, I could tell, judging from the dark purple, pulsating mushroom head he was molesting, so I decided to stay and watch for a minute. My hunch turned out to be correct, because not much later, the guy – less than five feet away from me – started shooting big, chunky ropes of cum all over the display in front of him, while coveting the blonde, naked slut in his magazine. When he was done, he simply zipped up, put the glossy mag back in its proper place, took his cart and continued down the next aisle as if nothing had happened. Although there were three more guys whacking off, the venue had lost my interest; I had seen one of them cum and that was enough.

Although I could tell he was horny as fuck, so far, dad had been on his best behavior – aside from cupping my tits once or twice. At the checkout lines, however, things quickly unraveled. Of the fourteen available lines, only five were open, but because the female cashier at line 7 had a big, black cock lodged down her throat, the net capacity was down to four. Her last customer had simply climbed up onto the conveyer belt, hung out his cock and shoved it down her throat. As no one knew exactly how long this blowjob/facefuck was going to take, the other customers queuing for line 7 had joined the other – already lengthy – lines.

After queueing in line 5 for a few minutes, I suddenly felt a hand on my ass. I glanced back and noticed two young men, both neatly in costume, in their late twenties talking amongst themselves. By the time I faced forward again, my skirt had been raised and one of their hands was cupping my left ass cheek. Seconds later, another hand slid under my jacket and into my blouse, fumbled with the clasp of my bra for a second and quickly undid it. Dad, having noticed their advances, turned to face me, so he could monitor their actions more closely. While one guy lowered my undies, sliding them down my legs, the other one pulled his hands from under my jacket, reached around and started undoing the buttons of my blouse. It was then that I realized I was probably going to get fucked and used in front of all those people. By coordinating their efforts, they took off my blouse and skirt, then my bra, in a matter of seconds, exposing my tits for everyone to see.

Then, encouraged by a few gentle nudges, I turned towards them and sank to my knees. One of them immediately pushed the tip of his cock against my lips. It was big, rock hard and veiny, it was throbbing and oozing a little precum, just the way I liked it. While this first cock started sliding back and forth between my lips, a second cock – equally big and also adorned with fat veins – started pushing against my cheek, asking for some attention as well. I began alternating between dicks, jacking off the one I wasn’t sucking. Meanwhile, our checkout line had rearranged itself to go around the four of us. After a few minutes, dad suddenly couldn’t take it anymore and unzipped his pants, gave his fat cock a good wank and then stepped up towards me. Like a good little whore, I began rotating three dicks instead of two, using both hands to jerk off the two cocks that weren’t fucking my mouth.

My hope of quickly sucking off all three cocks and putting an end to my public performance proved naïve, as I was suddenly pushed onto my back on the department store’s cold floor and swiftly penetrated by one of the young men. He was definitely in a hurry, fucking me hard, fast and wild, hooking his arms under my legs and putting my feet on his shoulders, really slamming into me. Not two minutes later, he arched his back and unloaded his sperm deep inside of me, as quiet as a mouse. As soon as he got up, his friend took his place, ramming his dick into me and fucking me cold, hard and distant, using me as if I was nothing more than an old sock. He too emptied his balls quietly, deep inside my stupid cunt. As my two suitors rejoined the line, I started to get up as well, but was quickly pushed onto all fours by dad. Damn, I’d briefly forgotten about him.