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!

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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.

Jason’s mom is Lorna.

Miranda is Cindy’s and Jamie’s best friend.

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When I got home, I heard talking coming from the dining room. So after hanging up my coat, I walked in, where I saw mom having coffee with Caroline, our neighbor. Nothing strange about that, if it wasn’t for the fact that mom was stark naked, her clothes scattered on the floor, next to her chair. Caroline was no longer wearing a skirt or panties, but still had the rest of her clothes on, including her high heels. With her left foot on the floor and her right one up on the table, I had clear view of her twat from clear across the room. Her grey sweater was wrinkled and had ridden up a little bit, indicating that she’d been playing with her tits through her clothes.

“Hi hon,” mom said, briefly looking at me, before looking back at Caroline and continuing their conversation. As I closed the door, I noticed Caroline sipping from her cup of coffee as she looked me up and down, realizing fully well I had an unobstructed view of her cunt.

“Hi Jamie”, Caroline whispered as she kept looking at me as she put down her cup of coffee, not paying a great deal of attention to whatever mom was rambling on about. As my eyes went back and forth between her face and her twat, I noticed an ever so slight movement of her legs, which opened up even further.

Without the slightest hesitation, I walked up to her and got down on my hands and knees in front of her. She looked down and allowed me to put my head in between her thighs. As I started licking her nicely trimmed twat, I reached down and began taking off my clothes. First, I unbuttoned my blouse, unhooked my bra and then unzipped my skirt and pulled it down along with my white panties; my socks were last. I don’t know why I did what I did. I guess it was just a vibe I got from Caroline. Seeing how mom was also stark naked, I reckoned she’d also gotten that vibe.

Now, I was a pretty loud and sloppy twat eater – I just loved making a mess – and because Caroline hadn’t said a single word since I had dropped to my knees, I guess mom was starting to feel a little ignored.

“Why don’t I make us some tea?” she asked as she got up and moved towards the kitchen.

“No, I don’t want any tea,” Caroline replied.

“Well, I…” mom said, looking for an excuse to get out of there.

“Sit down Cynthia,” Caroline barked. Mom immediately sat back down and didn’t say another word, as Caroline began playing with her tits through her sweater. I realized that I was probably in a similar position as mom had been in – some time before my arrival.

After another couple of minutes, Caroline suddenly trembled a little bit and panted slightly. It wasn’t until after ten seconds or so that I figured out that that had been her orgasm. I had made her cum. It wasn’t a particular spectacular finish, but it was a finish nonetheless. She pushed my head back, took a deep breath and said, as she looked at me, “Get on your back, love.”

I promptly did as ordered and watched as she put her foot down, from the table, stood up and simply squatted down above my face, while she looked at mom and said, “So Cynthia, I’ve got to get going, Simon will be home soon.”

“Uh okay, Caroline,” I heard mom reply as she gawked at the spectacle.

Caroline lowered herself onto my face and started grinding her wat twat all over it, riding me, while she simply continued talking to mom as if there was nothing strange or lewd about the situation.

“You simply have to give me the recipe for that delicious lemon sponge cake, Cynthia.”

“I’ll uh… email it to you soon,” mom replied, audibly focused on what Caroline was doing to me.

“So, this was lovely,” Caroline said as she got up and stepped away from me. Her quick departure off my face only helped to prove that she’d done it solely to demean me. She picked up her skirt and panties and put both items of clothing back on.

“Now, why don’t you little sluts get on your knees and finger yourselves while I use the bathroom?” Caroline asked. I got up, onto my knees, as mom slid off her chair and scooted right next to me as we both put our right hand in between our legs. Caroline finished her cup of coffee, taking one last big swig, and then walked into the hallway, as mom and I were already fingering ourselves.

“Didn’t peg you for the submissive type,” I grunted.

“Every once in a while,” mom whispered sensually, her eyes closed.

“Did you… eat her too?” I asked, moaning.

“Twice,” mom confirmed my suspicion.

“Fuck [grunt] are you close,” I asked about two minutes later.

“Getting there,” mom replied as her fingers were fucking the shit out of her twat.

We didn’t speak anymore and just kept diddling ourselves. By the time Caroline returned, several minutes later, we were both pretty close to an orgasm.

“So Cynthia, thank you for having me…” Caroline said as she grabbed her purse off the table, “… twice!”

Mom moaned as her orgasm began to set in. Caroline didn’t care and turned her glance at me now.

“And thank you as well, uh…” pretending she didn’t remember my name.

“What’s the little twat’s name again?” she asked as she glanced over at mom. This nasty, demeaning question caused me to climax as well, and prompted mom to start moaning louder and cum even harder.

“Jamie…” I groaned.

“Whatever,” Caroline exclaimed as she walked out and slammed the front door shut. Mom and I came for another twenty seconds or so.

“So, what was she doing here?” I asked as we were lying next to each other on the floor, still enjoying the aftermath of our shared orgasm.

“She’s having some company over this afternoon, and she wants Simon out of the house for about half an hour, so…”

“So, she wants you to entertain him… jeez, mom, you’re such a slut!” I giggled.

“Who says I said yes?”

“Well, didn’t you?”

“Yes,” she replied, causing a giggle from us both.

“So, what time is he coming over?”

“Around two, wanna join in?”

“Tempting,” I said sarcastically, “But I am meeting Cindy at Miranda’s place at her place at 1.30.”

Miranda was my best friend – and Cindy’s. She was a redhead and quite possibly an even bigger slut than Cindy and me put together. When I got there, that afternoon, Cindy was already there.

“Hey sis.”

“Hey yourself,” she replied.

“Hey Miranda. So, what’s the big emergency?” I asked.

“I am having a party tonight, and one of my hosts called in sick…”

I was about to decline for the both of us, when Cindy turned and asked, intrigued “What room?”

“Are you serious?” I exclaimed.

“Why not? It’s just one of the things I wanna do one more time before I get married,” she replied.

“Because you’re going to be such a good girl once you’re married?” I teased.

“Oh, come on, stop being rational and think with your twat, just this once… for me!”

I looked at her, hesitating, half a smile on my face.

“Oh come on sis,” she pleaded, “It’ll be fun.”

“Yeah, a little too much fun if you ask me. Last time I hosted a room, I was sore for two days,” I replied.

“That’s all part of the experience,” Cindy giggled enthusiastically, “I’d really like to do it… and I would really like for you to be my door man – door woman… whatever!”

I didn’t say anything or move a muscle for several seconds.

“Please, please… pleaseeeeee,” she pleaded.

“Fine,” I said, “But I am just there for crowd control, maybe the occasional handjob!”

“You got it!” she replied as she turned to Miranda and asked, “So, what room?”

“Well, I was thinking of giving you the master bedroom,” Miranda said.

“Seriously?” Cindy asked, realizing the master bedroom was a big responsibility.

“You scared?” I teased her.

“No, just a tad nervous, that’s all,” she said.

“Good, that’s settled then,” Miranda concluded.

“I think I’ll go get a mani-pedi and maybe a sauna,” Cindy said, moving towards the door, realizing Miranda was going to need all the time she had left to prepare for the party.

“Yeah, you get those pores opened wide, so they can absorb more sperm,” I teased her.

Cindy slapped my arm, giggling as we parted ways.

Having nowhere else to go, I headed back home. As I approached the house, I noticed dad walking around in the garage, carrying boxes and equipment from left to right.

I walked up to him and asked, “Hey dad, watcha doing?”

“Simon came calling for your mom not too long ago, they talked for a couple of minutes and then kicked me out… so I came here and decided to clean up a little bit,” he said as he ogled my tits.

“I see… well, keep up the good work,” I said in a condescending tone as I passed him on my way into the house. I knew from the way he looked at my chest that he was horny – so was I for that matter – but he looked so pathetic that I didn’t do anything about it.

I kicked off my shoes in the hallway, put down my purse and carefully peeked into the living room from behind the wall, separating the kitchen from the living room. What I saw there blew me away! Mom was standing in the middle of the living room, facing the kitchen and thus me – she noticed me as soon as I poked my head around the corner. Simon was sitting on his knees, two meters away from her, stark naked, probably jacking his cock.

Mom was wearing small black boots, white panties, pushed down to her knees, a black skirt pulled up to her waist – exposing her trimmed cunt – and a dark green bra, with her left tit obscenely hanging out. In her left hand, she was holding a whole celery and in her right hand a cheese grate. She was holding both items in front of her, as if she was modelling them. They off course served no purpose, other than to degrade her and make her look even more slutty.

The scene made my cunt water, and look at Simon in a whole other way. For some reason, if mom was willing to exile dad and degrade and humiliate herself for Simon like this, it suddenly made him more appealing and fascinating. I knew my reasoning made no sense, mom was a slut and she would probably do this for any man, but still, this was the explanation my twisted brain choose to give, and I was horny enough to go along with it. And, if Simon could abuse and degrade mom – my role model – at will, he could certainly do the same to me.

So, I walked in, taking off my clothes. Simon glanced at me as I walked up right next to him, but immediately continued ogling mom in her perverted pose. He knew I was there, and he knew I was taking off my clothes, but he had no interest in me. Even when I was stark naked and I was getting on my back in front of him, he didn’t even give me another look. He just kept stroking his cock, staring and drooling over my mom in her fetish position. Without thinking twice, I coiled my naked body around on the ground and maneuvered my head under his cock. I looked up at his fist, pumping his fat shaft, licking my lips, looking forward to getting his goo in my face.

As he was getting close to his climax, he suddenly used his free hand to push my head to the side, out of his line of fire. He wouldn’t, I thought to myself, surely he wouldn’t! But he did. He ejaculated next to my head, wasting his entire load on the floor, while groaning loudly and staring straight at mom’s cunt, tits and hands. I felt so incredibly stupid, so useless! I had willingly offered my face as target practice, but he had chosen to splatter his cum on the floor instead. He had no use for me, I was of no value to him… I was… I was nothing! God, I was so fucking horny.

I brought my hand down to my pussy and started fingering myself right then and there, in front of Simon and mom, I didn’t care. Slowly Simon got up and started putting his clothes back on. Meanwhile mom just kept standing there, not moving a muscle. When he was fully dressed, he took out his cell phone and snapped some pictures of mom from different angles. Even though I was right there on the floor in front of him, butt naked, playing with myself, he never pointed the phone at me. It was as if I wasn’t even there!

This bit of extra humiliation made me downright raunchy and so, without taking my fingers out of my twat, I turned onto my side and extended my tongue and started licking Simon’s cum off the floor. Immediately my cunt started contracting around my fingers and my body started convulsing. In the middle of my slutty performance, he simply walked out of the room, heading for the front door and vanished.

Even after he had gone, I kept fingering myself and licking up all of his sperm, until my climax had fully subsided. When I turned onto my back again – completely out of breath – I noticed mom still standing there, still holding the celery and grate. Without saying a word, she stepped over me and squatted down over my head, lowering her wet cunt onto my face. I don’t know exactly how long I laid there, eating and licking mom’s sodden twat. Suffice it to say, that by the time we went to free dad from his exile, the entire garage looked spotless!

I took a rest, a shower and then relaxed in my room until sis came home from her pampering. We all had dinner as a family, watched some tv and then Cindy and I got ready for Miranda’s party. We arrived at Miranda’s place around 9.30pm, half an hour before the party was to begin.

Cindy was wearing one of the shortest, black skirts known to mankind and a purple top – which was in fact just a bra with short sleeves. The uncomfortable high heels she was wearing, served only one purpose: to make her look even more sluttier. I had decided on a simple pair of jeans and a black t-shirt – as I was only there in a supporting capacity. After walking in, Miranda introduced us to the two other girls – and their lookouts – who would be hosting the other rooms; a redhead for the upstairs bathroom and a blond girl for the downstairs study.

We had a drink and then followed Miranda towards the master bedroom.

As soon as I closed the door behind us, Cindy said, “God, I am nervous!”

I put Cindy’s shoulder bag – which contained a couple of towels, some lube and two dildo’s – on the dresser and sat down on the bed, saying, “I can’t blame you; you’re about to get fucked in all your holes by god-knows how many guys!”

She looked at m

e, annoyed and shouted, “Not helping!”

“Oh I am sorry,” I continued teasing her, “I am sure you’ll do great, if there is one thing I am confident about, it’s that you’re a big fucking slut who can’t keep her legs or mouth closed, so…”

She started laughing, jumped on the bed and grabbed a pillow, as she started hitting me with it, shouting, “Shut up!”

We laughed and wrestled for a bit, which apparently helped her relax. Afterwards we talked for a little bit, until we heard the music begin downstairs as the first people started to arrive. Although there’s usually very little action the first hour or so for room hosts, I got up and opened the door, indicating that we were open for business – or at least Cindy was. I went downstairs every ten minutes or so, to get us new drinks and checked in on the other girls. As expected, they were also in a waiting pattern for the time being. Cindy and I had switched on the tv in the master bedroom to pass the time.

It wasn’t until 10.28 that we had our first visitor. After a gentle knock on the open door, a guy poked his head in and asked, “Are you…?”

“Yeah,” Cindy replied nervously as she handed me her drink and scooted back towards the foot of the bed. With both drinks in my hand, I got up and passed the guy on my way out, smiling widely at him. He closed the door behind him. I waited, leaning against the door post, sipping from my drink. After about six minutes, the guy came back out carefully, almost sneaking. When he saw me standing there, he nodded and left the door ajar for me. When I walked in, I saw Cindy wiping her lips. I handed her her drink and she took a big sip, washing down the cum she’d obviously swallowed.

Before I could sit down on the bed again, a second guy walked in, stroking his half-hard cock. I slipped out and closed the door behind me. About thirty seconds later, I had to stop a third guy from knocking and walking in.

“Someone is already in there,” I said, “You’ll have to wait your turn!”

He was quickly joined by fourth guy, then a fifth… and so, the line had formed. By the time Cindy’s second visitor came out, still zipping up his jeans, there were seven guys queueing for our room.

I poked my head in and said, “We have a line.”

Cindy, who was wiping cum off her face and chin with a tissue, replied, “All right then, I am ready!”

I opened the door for the third guy and deliberately left the door ajar, when closing it, so that I could peek in once in a while. Cindy, sitting on the edge of the bed, jerked and sucked off her third visitor.

The tipping point didn’t happen until the fourth guy. You see, the tipping point is when the service changes from manual and oral stimulation to actual fucking. Usually, the first couple of visitors only receive hand- and blowjobs until some guy has the guts to move to the actual act of fucking. Once the host is showing her twat, it’s a lot easier for the subsequent visitors to fuck. Sometimes it takes fifteen guys, and sometimes the first one will want to fuck right away, it all depends on the crowd.

For Cindy, it was her fourth. In the middle of his blowjob, he suddenly pushed her onto her back, took her panties off and pushed her skirt out of the way, stuffing his dong up her twat. He fucked her for several minutes, blew his cum in her, pulled his pants back up and walked out.

Now that the room had passed the tipping point, routine began to set in. After a quick introductionary hand- and or blowjob, most guys would simply mount her and fuck her until they came. Some pulled out and shot their loads across her belly and tits while others just pumped their sperm inside of her. And so it happened for visitors 5 to 14… Cindy had asked me to keep count 🙂

For all the fucking she was doing, she wasn’t making much progress. For every guy she finished off, two more joined the line. Pretty soon, the queue for our room merged with the queue for the bathroom – where the redhead was – and completely blocked the hallway.

As this happened at nearly every one of these parties, I didn’t worry and just focused on getting the guys in and out of the room as quickly and efficiently as I could.

While number fourteen was still balls deep in my sister, number fifteen asked, “Can my friend and I go in together?”

“To watch or join?” I asked.

“To fuck,” he replied.

“I’ll have to ask,” I replied, although I was pretty sure Cindy wouldn’t have a problem with it.

As soon as number fourteen came out, I poked my head in and asked, “Up for a double?”

“Sure,” she said as she didn’t even bother closing her legs, nor getting up from the bed.

“Go on in,” I said to numbers fifteen and sixteen. These guys obviously had a battle-plan. They stripped completely – giving them more freedom to move – and as one kneeled next to her head, the other stuffed his cock into Cindy’s loose cunt. Every couple of minutes, they switched holes, giving her the opportunity to taste herself repeatedly.

They took their time and really fucked the stuffing out of her. I think she even came for the first time that night. Then, synchronizing their actions, they both kneeled down next to her head, and jacked off over her face. After drenching her in a colossal amount of cum, they got dressed and walked out of the room, laughing.

“Two minutes,” I said to number seventeen and slipped into the room, closing the door behind me.

“You okay?” I asked as I saw her scooping cum from her face and wiping it on the sheets.

“Nothing a hot shower won’t fix,” she said as she smiled up at me.

“Horny?” she asked, realizing why I had come in.

“Mmmm,” I moaned, as I kneeled down in front of the bed and asked, “Would you mind?”

“Not at all,” she grinned as she reclined and opened her legs as far as they would go.

I knew there wasn’t a great deal of time, so I made every second count and passionately ate out my sister’s cum-drenched twat, swallowing several loads of gooey cum in the process.

After what I estimated to be two minutes, I got back up, wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and walked back to the door.

“Ready for more?” I asked as I gave her a loving smile.

“Bring it on,” she replied enthusiastically, “How’s the line?”

“Still growing last time I checked,” I replied as I walked out.

Numbers seventeen to twenty-six came – pun intended – and went, and all fucked my slut of a sister exactly the way she loved to be fucked; quick, dirty and detached. She even took a couple of them up her ass.

While number twenty-six was doing my sister, there was suddenly a lot of commotion on the far side of the hallway, as the line for the bathroom opened up and the redhead came stumbling out, supported by one of her friends – probably her doorman. Wearing nothing but a wrist watch and multiple loads of cum all over her body, she was led downstairs. Almost immediately, the two queue’s – ours and the line for the bathroom – merged into one. Instead of two quiet, relaxed lines, there was now one big, noisy and agitated one.

Several minutes later, Miranda pushed her way through the enormous line, grabbed me by the arm and pushed me into the master bedroom, slamming the door shut behind us.

“We have a huge problem!” she said as she walked up to the bed, where Cindy was on her knees and elbows, still getting fucked up the ass by number twenty-six.

“Excuse me?” he said as he slowed down his pace a little bit, “I am not done yet.”

Miranda looked at him, weighed her options for like two seconds, then walked up behind him and without any kind of warning – or hesitation on her part – wriggled a finger up his ass, quickly found his prostate and started milking it.

“Oh shit!” he screamed as his body started convulsing violently under his prostate-induced orgasm. His body rocked and convulsed so heavily that his cock slipped out of my sister’s ass. Unable to see what was going on, she quickly turned around, and inadvertently put herself directly in his line of fire. A thick jet of cum came blasting out of his purple cock head and splattered against my sister’s face and chest.

She closed her eyes and screamed, startled but also amused, “What the fuck?”

She quickly closed her mouth as she felt another similar cum rope splattering against her. Two more followed, before he just started flinging cum drops all over the place. When he was done, Cindy carefully opened her eyes and smiled.

Miranda gently pulled her finger out of his ass and said, “Now you’re done,” and stepped away from him, causing the guy to fall backwards onto the ground, exhausted and completely drained. As she wiped her finger on the guy’s shirt, she turned to us and said, “We’ve got a huge problem, Claudia is sick!”

“Who’s Claudia?” Cindy asked as she used the sheets of the bed to wipe most of the cum of her face and chest.

“The red head from the bathroom.” Miranda replied.

“What happened?” I asked, as number twenty-six made a discreet exit.

“Probably popped one too many pills. I told her to go easy on them. Apparently she had some sort of fit while she was going down on a guy. They’re cleaning her up downstairs so she can go to the hospital,” Miranda said.

“Bummer,” Cindy replied, “But I am sure she’ll be all right.”

“Yeah, I am not worried about that,” Miranda said as she looked at me, “I am looking for someone to take her place.”

“Forget it!” I reacted, “I am just here as a doorman, remember.”

“Jamie, did you see the crowd out there? Someone has to take over for Claudia and you’re my only hope!”

“What about Claudia’s lookout?” Cindy asked.

“Who do you think is going to drive Claudia to the hospital?” Miranda replied.

“What about the third girl?” I asked.

“Jessie is doing her part, but there’s no way she can handle more cocks…” Miranda said.

“… and before you ask,” she continued, “Jessie’s lookout is too inexperienced to make any kind of difference; she wouldn’t know what to do with a hard cock if it was halfway up her twat. No, I need a slut that can work her way through a couple of dozens cocks without breaking a sweat. I need an experienced whore, like you, Jamie!”

“High praise indeed,” Cindy giggled, causing a nervous grin from me.

“What about your mom?” I asked, grasping at straws.

“She’s on a romantic retreat with dad,” Miranda sighed. I realized I was running out of excuses.

Then Cindy said, “Come on sis, you promised you’d lend a hand if I got overwhelmed!”

“The occasional handjob!” I reminded her.

“Come on, I’ll owe you one,” Cindy said.

“Me too, big time!” Miranda added.

“Fine,” I said, “But were sharing the room, I am not moving to another one.”

“No problem,” Miranda smiled, “The room is big enough for the both of you.”

“We’ll need someone to man the door,” I said.

“I’ll take care of that,” Miranda replied. I sighed and started unbuttoning my jeans as I kicked off my shoes.

As I stepped out of my jeans and took off my black t-shirt, Miranda said, “Thank you Jamie, for doing this.”

“Yeah yeah,” I said as I unhooked my bra and stepped out of my panties. Completely naked, I sat down at the foot of the bed and reclined, next to my sister, who grinned at me.

“I can’t believe you talked me into this,” I whispered, fighting half a smile.

“You girls ready?” Miranda asked, already turning the door knob.

“Ready,” Cindy said as she laid down next to me and put her feet up on the bed, spreading her legs about a meter apart.

“God, you’re such a slut,” I whispered, smiling, as I did the same.

Miranda opened the door and let the next two guys in, who couldn’t believe their eyes and their luck. As they quickly whipped out their cocks and decided who was going to fuck who, Cindy and I looked at each other and grinned. They climbed onto the bed in between our legs and maneuvered their cocks into us without much ado. As soon as my guy started fucking me, I relaxed somewhat, forgot all my previous reservations and started enjoying myself. After about a minute or so, Cindy leaned her head in closer and put her lips against mine. Realizing she was doing this to speed things up down under, I joined in, wholeheartedly.

As expected, the guys couldn’t contain themselves for much longer and exploded in our cunts. As soon as they walked out of the room, two new guys walked in and took their place. After letting them fuck us for a few minutes, we pulled the kiss-routine again with the same success. Using the same routine, we managed to get off another eight guys in the next twenty minutes. I could already feel the cum oozing out of my pussy, so I could only imagine what shape Cindy’s twat was in!

In between visitors – while the last ones were leaving the room and the new guys hadn’t come in yet – Cindy suddenly said, “I wanna get banged from behind,” and flipped over, getting on her hands and knees. Now, as I said before; at these kind of parties, guys really don’t care in what position – or even in what hole – they fuck you. All they want is to blow their load as quickly as possible, so that they can focus on their next erection. So most guys will pretty much fuck you in whatever position you’re in when they come in.

While my guy just started fucking me in missionary position, Cindy’s guy didn’t think twice and just shoved his cock into her twat from behind, slamming against her ass cheeks with every thrust. She hoovered her face over mine and we performed the kiss-routine again, in this slightly lewder position. Although her guy exploded in less than three minutes, my guy just kept on thrusting. Even when her guy had dismounted her, had rearranged his clothes and was making his way to the door, mine was still pumping away, showing no sign of stopping any time soon.

When her guy didn’t close the door behind him, on his way out, Cindy noticed that there was no one guarding the door and said, “Fuck, Miranda bailed on us!”

She jumped off the bed and sprinted towards the door to close it, but it was too late. Six guys barged in, most of them with their fat cocks out. At first, Cindy protested and asked the guys to go back and wait their turn, but when four of them started groping her and feeling her up, riding their hard cocks up against her, she realized she was going to have to cut a deal.

“Okay, you guys can stay, but at least close the door,” she asked as her hands reached out for the two nearest cocks.

“Fair enough, it’s crowded enough as it is in here,” one of the guys said, as he took off his jeans and boxers. Once the door was closed, Cindy got on her knees and started jacking off two cocks, while she let a third guy fuck her willing mouth. A fourth guy kneeled down behind her. I couldn’t exactly see what he was doing, but if I had to venture a guess, I’d say he was fingering her twat from behind while jacking off. The last two guys turned to me, as they didn’t want to wait their turn with my sister.

As the guy fucking me moved over and pulled me towards the middle of the bed, one of the new guys kneeled down next to my head and hung his massive dick on my face, slowly stuffing his big tip into my mouth. The last guy got on his knees next to his friend, took my right hand and wrapped it around his cock. As I swallowed one cock and began jacking off a second one – while a third one was still pounding into me – I couldn’t help but be amazed at the elegance and courtesy with which this puzzle of human bodies had been resolved. Without arguing, without as much as bumping into one another or disturbing one another, six guys – seven if you count the one that was already fucking me – had distributed themselves between me and my sister.

The guy fucking my pussy didn’t last much longer and hopped off the bed as soon as he had shot his load into me, making more room for the other two. After pulling up his pants, he headed towards the door.

“Oh no you don’t,” Cindy said as she pulled the cock – gagging her at that moment – out of her mouth and turned her head towards the guy leaving, “That door stays closed!”

The guy looked at her funny and said, “But I am done.”

As she alternated her two hands over three dicks, now that she was using her mouth to talk, Cindy said, “Good for you, but we obviously don’t have a doorman anymore! If you open that door, we’ll have thirty more guys in here in a heartbeat… and I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but we’ve kind of got our hands full as it is!”

“But, I don’t wan…” the guy started to say, reaching for the door knob.

“Look, let me put it this way,” Cindy said, looking up at the guys she was servicing, “If he leaves, you all leave!”

“Dude…” one of them said as they all looked at him.

Not wanting to get beat up by six frustrated guys, the guy-wanting-to-leave raised his hands defensively and said, “Fine, fine… I’ll wait.”

“There, are we good now?” one of Cindy’s guys asked, as he stuffed his cock back in her mouth. She didn’t even answer and just swallowed his cock as she continued jacking off the other two. Her fourth guy – the one that had been playing with her twat from behind – got up and kneeled down between my legs, shoving his hard cock into me.

About half a minute later, Cindy was maneuvered onto her hands and knees and while two guys took turns fucking her doggy-style, the third one fucked her mouth, guiding her head up and down his huge cock with both hands. The guy fucking my pussy and the guy fucking my sister’s mouth were the first ones to finish. After they stepped away, our empty holes – my pussy and her mouth – were quickly filled with new cocks. Two down, four to go. We now each had a cock in our mouth and in our twat. As each hard cock now had a hole to fuck, things sped up considerably from there on out.

Just two minutes later, the two guys fucking Cindy from both ends finished together, while I got another mouthful of spunk. The only one left was the one fucking my twat, who took just another minute or so. To my surprise, he pulled out and shot his load all over my stomach. As the guys congratulated each other on a job well done, Cindy got up from the floor and sat down on the edge of the bed, glancing at me as I laid there panting. While the guys finished putting their clothes back on, Cindy and I used our towels to clean ourselves up a little bit.

“Thanks girls,” one of the guys said as all seven of them were about to leave the room. Cindy and I both rushed over to the door and partially blocked it, so that the guys had to leave one at a time. It was the only way to prevent us from being overrun by a horny mob. Suddenly, Miranda emerged from the crowd and wrestled her way into the room. After the last guy had left, we closed the door and blocked it with the combined weight of our three bodies.

“Some doorman you are,” Cindy bit angrily at Miranda, “We were nearly overrun.”

“I am sorry, I didn’t have a choice… Jessie quit!”

“The blond girl in the study?” I asked.

“Yeah, the bitch just bailed on me,” Miranda replied. All of sudden, the guys in the hallway started banging on the door and shouting, probably realizing our room was the only one left with some sluts in it.

“Just a second,” I shouted as I kept leaning against the door, just in case they wanted to barge in.

“Just a second?” Cindy asked, surprised, as she looked at me, “What exactly do you envision is going to happen here?”

“Well, we… have to… finish them, no?” I stammered, not really understanding her question.

“Are you crazy? You had to step in when we went from three sluts to two, now we’re back down to two and you just wanna keep going? They’ll rip us apart!” Cindy said as she started looking for her clothes.

“But we’re…” I started saying.

“This isn’t a debate Jamie, I am leaving!” Cindy said, locating her panties and putting them on.

“You girls are bailing on me too?” Miranda asked, almost in tears.

As Cindy put her bra back on, she said, “Look Miranda, I am a slut…”

“I’ll say!” I interrupted her, trying to use humor to alleviate tension.

Cindy shot me an angry look as she continued, “… and I am not in the habit of turning down a hard cock…”

“Doesn’t even have to be fully hard!” I interrupted her again, unable to resist teasing her. Again, she shot me a dirty look as she reached towards her back to reclasp her bra. Miranda suppressed a smile.

“Look,” Cindy said, forgoing with getting dressed any further as she walked up to me, “You can kid around all you want, but I don’t think you understand the gravity of the situation here…”

“Neither of you,” she said as put her hands on my shoulders and looked at Miranda, “How many guys are out there? Ball-park figure?”

“I don’t know, sixty-something…”

“Okay, let’s do some math. Sixty guys… some of which will want to be serviced twice, let’s say 25%, that’s seventy-five cocks total! If we do them one at a time, that’s thirty-eight cocks each, at an average of five minutes per turn, that’s… another three hours of fucking and sucking, if no more guys show up, that is! Even if we both take two at a time, we’re still looking at an hour and a half of non-stop taking dick!”

Miranda and I stayed quiet for a few seconds, realizing Cindy was right.

“You know, there is a an easy way out of this,” I whispered, “A bukkake!”

Cindy, not keen on the idea, looked at me irritated and asked, “Are you kidding me?”

Miranda, eager to find a solution for her predicament, said, “Well, it would get the job done… and it would also save you girls a lot of time!”

“US!” Cindy said as gave Miranda a stern look, “It will save US a lot of time. If we’re doing this, you’re helping!”

“But this is my party, I can’t…” Miranda started whining.

“Look, I don’t care about your excuses, Miranda. My sister and I are willing to save your reputation here by agreeing to a bukkake, the least you can do is take off your clothes and join us! Do you have any idea what sixty loads of cum look like? We’re going to need fucking snorkels!”

After giving her a couple of more second to think about it, Cindy concluded, “Seriously, we’re not doing this without you, Miranda!”

“Yeah, I know, you’re right, it’s the least I can do,” Miranda replied.

“Okay, so we’re in agreement?” I asked.

“Under protest, but yes…” Cindy sighed.

“I’ll go and tell the boys,” Miranda said as she started walking towards the door.

“Just one question: you do have a working shower, don’t you?” Cindy asked.

“Yeah, don’t worry,” Miranda smiled as she stepped out and closed the door behind her.

“Fair question,” I smiled at my sister.

Barely two minutes later, Miranda came back in and said, “We’re all set… no touching, no sucking, no fucking… just cum… and everyone is going home afterwards!”

As Cindy and I gathered three pillows and three large towels and put them on the floor in front of bed, Miranda quickly shed all of her clothes and kneeled down along with us, in the middle of the room, on her knees.

When we were in position, our backs towards one another, she whispered, “Ready?”

“I guess,” I said, a tad apprehensive.

“Sure, why not?” Cindy replied, wanting to get it over with as quickly as possible.

“Come on in!” Miranda called out as loud as she could.

The next thing we knew, about twenty guys burst in – most of them already jacking their big dicks – and quickly split themselves into three queues, one in front of each one of us. As the first three began jacking themselves off, inches from our faces, three orderly lines began to form, reaching all the way into the hallway. It took the first guy just under two minutes to bust his nut, in my sister’s face. Miranda was next.

Then, my guy began trembling and started aiming for the middle of my face, so I closed my eyes. For the next twenty minutes, I just sat there on my knees, as one guy after the other unloaded in my face. Big loads, small loads, juicy loads, watery loads, thick, syrupy loads… I took them all without moving a muscle. Due to the differences in consistency, some cum slid down onto the rest of my naked body, while other loads hardly moved at all.

When my number twenty-three had unloaded – yes, I counted them, what else was there to do? – I felt Cindy lean in and whisper, “It’s over… we’re done!”

I quickly reached out with both hands, trying to locate my towel. After scooping up and wiping off most of the cum on my slut face, I peeked over at Cindy. She was cleaning herself off with a towel as well. As I turned to the other side, I noticed one last guy – the last one in the room – in front of Miranda, furiously jacking off. Miranda looked like she’d been covered in watery yoghurt. The sperm was literally dripping down her face, down her tits, onto her knees and onto the floor.

After the last guy had splattered his load onto her already drenched face, and headed out of the room, Cindy whispered, “It’s over Miranda.”

She, too, reached for her towel and after cleaning herself off a little bit, the three of us headed for the bathroom and hopped into the shower together. After taking turns under the hot shower stream and rinsing off every last speck of cum, we used clean, fluffy towels to dry ourselves off. After putting our underwear back on and wrapping a smaller towel around our hair, we headed downstairs to the kitchen, gathered some snacks and sodas and got comfortable in front of the tv. We started watching a chick flick, but after about half an hour – after we’d finished most of the snacks and drinks – we fell asleep. Cindy was the first one to drift off. Then, everything went dark, so I assumed I was second. After finishing over a hundred guys in just a few hours, we had definitely earned some rest!