(mf, MF, MmF, voy, mast, spank, oral, anal, hetero)
by Art Martin
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Like I told my therapist, the next time I find a girl to marry, I�ll be sure to find me slut. A genuine slut, that�s just what I want in a wife. A big titted, big hearted girl who likes adventure and who enjoys putting on a show for me.
You see, my first wife, Mary, wasn�t a slut even though she looked like one. Without success, I tried my best to make her one. Even though she was a terrific fuck, I made a big mistake hooking up with that one. I�ve always had a weakness for big tits and her 38DD�s blinded me to her other limitations.
Even before we were married, I told Mary how much fun a threesome would be, either with one of her friends or with one of mine. She thought I was just being crude and said that she�d never do anything like that. I cooled it and thought that once we were married, things would change.
On the last full day of our honeymoon we met a couple on the beach. Mary was wearing a bright pink string bikini and her tits were overflowing the skimpy top. She was oozing sex appeal. The guy flirted with Mary and I flirted with his wife. It was obvious that they were interested in a little adventure. The guy asked us if we were interested in going up to their room to have a little fun. I said yes, Mary said no. I told her that her cunt now belonged to me and that she had to do as I pleased.
She asked me, �Just what do you want?�
I was as straight forward as possible. �I want to watch you fuck that guy.�
She told me, �Go fuck off, asshole!� and we had the first real fight since I started dating her.
When we got back home, I was determined to get her loosened up. A few weeks later we were invited to a party. I got her drunk and had a buddy fuck her while I watched. She didn�t like that; in fact she was downright indignant when she sobered up. Shit, we�d only been married a few weeks and then it was over. Oh well, at least it didn�t cost me too damned much, just a few thousand that I might not have spent otherwise.
Like I said, if I was going to get married again, I needed to find me a slut, a genuine, certifiable slut. Long before I propose, I will have to know for sure that she is a slut. That shouldn�t be too hard to establish.
But not just any slut will do. I need a slut I can love and cherish. A slut who loves wild parties and gang bangs. She needs to be good-looking, have nice tits, and a firm body. Preferably she�ll have lots of money and maybe a few slutty friends too. Tall order, yes, but maybe there�s somebody out there for me.
It�s not that I want my girl friend or wife to sleep around. There�s absolutely nothing in it for me with that sort of arrangement. What I want, what I find so very exciting, is to watch someone I love, getting fucked by some other guy, and not just being fucked by him, but enjoy being fucked by him. I know it sounds a little perverted and I�ve often wondered if I�m screwed up a little. Like I told my therapist, it all started when I was a kid.
My mama was and still is a slut and so is my sister. To be more precise, they were sluts, now they�re slut whores. Actually, thinking back, my mama was probably always a slut whore. My old man got shot at some sleazy bar and died when I was around ten. Come to find out later, he probably wasn�t my old man, as my birth certificate lists the father as �unknown�, but at the time I certainly thought he was my father. He really didn�t interact with me that much, but he sure liked for my sister to sit in his lap. After �Dad� died, Mama had lots of men friends who quite often spent the night. Some even lived with us for a month or two before moving out.
Mama used �Dad�s� insurance proceeds to buy a Cape Cod style two-story house. To save money, we never used the air conditioning, relying on a whole house fan situated in the stairwell. The house wasn�t in the best of repair when we moved in and got progressively worse as the years wore on. Still, it was our house and all Mama had to do was pay for utilities, taxes, food and clothes. She didn�t even need a car, as we lived only a block off the bus line and everything she needed was along that bus route including the office building where she worked as a receptionist for a convention services company.
My sister and I had our bedrooms in the upstairs. My room was more or less directly over my mother�s downstairs bedroom. Being a kid I naturally had to explore the attic crawl space and soon found a knothole in an access door where I could spy on my sister without her knowing it.
Janelle was older than me by two years. At first Janelle wasn�t all that interesting to me, but at thirteen, she was developing into a real woman and I had a front row seat. If it weren�t too hot (the attic that is), I�d sit quietly for hours waiting to catch a glimpse of her naked.
About the same time, I also managed to put my foot through the ceiling into Mama�s bedroom. I got punished for that, but the ceiling was never repaired. I found an old ironing board, removed the folding legs and stashed it in the crawl space. Sliding quietly into position, I had a great view of Mama�s bed. Then when Mama and her boy friend du jour retired for the night, I�d slip into position and watch my mama fuck and suck until they fell asleep. I figured that they might see me if they looked up, so I also stashed a black ski mask for camouflage.
Even though I had been beating off regularly and cumming dry, it was on that ironing board watching Mama that I ejaculated for the first time. I couldn�t see it in the dark, but I sure felt it. I was pleased, but I wasn�t surprised; I had seen Mama take it in the face so many times that I had a pretty good idea what it was. Over the years I must have shot off ten or twenty gallons up there watching her enjoy herself. I figured that if Mama enjoyed fucking so much, there really couldn�t be anything bad it.
I also kept my collection of dirty magazines in the crawl space. We had a neighbor, Mr. Vega, who lived a few houses down, that my mama told me to stay clear of. He was an older guy, maybe in his fifties and rumors had it that he liked little boys and had spent some time in jail for his particular peccadillo.
I was snooping around one day while Mr. Vega was at work. I found his key under the mat by the back door and let myself in. I wasn�t sure what I expected, but his home looked a lot like any other house, except it was very cluttered. One thing was different though; he had stacks and stacks of dirty magazines. Most were just girlie magazines featuring huge titted women wearing too much makeup and nudist mags showing families romping about in the buff, but some were really nasty; fuck magazines and queer rags with the text written in German, French, or some other unintelligible language, graphically showing every imaginable sex act between humans. I grabbed a half dozen or so and took them home. I could have grabbed a hundred, but I wasn�t greedy and I knew how to get more when I wanted them.
Then one afternoon, I was whacking off while perusing a Dutch fuck mag featuring men and children, I heard my sister come in.
Janelle called out, �Mama! David! Anybody home?�
I froze. I was supposed to be at baseball practice, but the coach didn�t show up, so we all went home. I heard another voice and I heard her call out again, �Mama! David! Anybody home?�
Then I heard footsteps coming up the stairs.
�David! Are you home?�
I grabbed my magazine and ducked into the crawl space, just as she opened my door.
�See I told you nobody�s home, but my dork little brother will be in about an hour.�
�Well, show me your room, Janelle,� said a distinctly masculine voice.
I scurried silently down the crawl space with practiced ease and took up my observation spot. Janelle and some guy, three or four years older than she, came into her bedroom. She started kissing him and unbuckling his pants.
�Whoa! Slow down girl. Why don�t you put on some music and let�s dance 'til we�re naked?�
She put on a CD and they began to dance, both stripping down to nothing by the end of the song. They danced to a slow number, hands exploring each other and when the song was finished she was standing no more than three feet from my hiding space. He was behind her and they were facing me. I held my breath and remained motionless with my stomach tied in a knot and my dick as hard as all get-out. I was certain that they would discover me.
His hands mauled her tits, his fingers squeezing the nipples until they protruded from the pressure. She closed her eyes and reached behind her head to caress his hair, while he kissed her neck and ears. After a few minutes, he had Janelle on the floor fucking her doggie style. Shit, that was better than any magazine I ever saw and I started whacking off again.
With a snarl he said, �I�m cumming, baby, I�m cumming in your fucking cunt, you fucking slut!� He grunted and jerked for a moment. I froze again when he pulled away from her.
The guy ordered her to suck his dick. I could see that he was only semi-erect, his pecker shiny and wet with a glob of man-goo oozing from the tip. Janelle turned around and swallowed his dripping cock. She was no further than four feet from me. The entire time she was sucking him, he was calling her a slut, a whore, goddamned tramp and a cocksucker, the same things my mother�s boyfriends called her on a regular basis. Janelle didn�t seem to mind and kept sucking him.
Behind them, I could see a clock, one of those cat things with the moving eyes and tail, and after ten minutes he removed his stiff rod from her mouth and ordered her onto the bed.
�Spread�em wide bitch! Yeah, that�s right, just like a whore! Now baby, I'm going to fuck you good!"
He pushed her legs up over his shoulders and rammed it in. The first time he fucked her he lasted maybe five minutes, but this time he went a lot longer, nearly twenty minutes. As he began to pump her, I could hear squishing noises, soon he was cursing her and she was cursing back, urging him to �Fuck my cunt! Fuck it good! Fuck me hard, you bastard! Harder! That�s it you son of a bitch, fuck me! God damn you, fuck me hard!�
His butt was a blur of motion and she began to yell, "Uhh, uhh, uhh, ahh, ahh,
yes-s-s-s-s! Oh, yes-s-s-s-s! Aaaaggghhhh! Fuck! Fuck! Ohhhhhh, fuuuccccckkkk mmmmmeeeee!�
About that
time I was shooting off onto the attic insulation. He kept on fucking her and fucking
her. It was great! Soon she was moaning, groaning again and
yelling for him to, �Fuck me! Fuck
Me! Oh goddamn, don�t stop! Oh, yes
baby, make me cum again! Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahhhhh, ahhh
fffffuuuucccckkkk!�
He started
grunting and he let out a yell, �Oooooohhhhhh gggggaaaawwwwdddd!� He shuddered and then collapsed onto
her.
I waited
patiently hoping that they would fuck some more, but he got up and started to
get dressed.
�Do you
love me?� Janelle asked almost pleadingly as he pulled up his
jeans.
�Yeah baby,
I love you. I love your tits and I love your pussy. I loved fucking you and I
loved you sucking my dick.�
�Kiss me,�
she pleaded.
He leaned
over and kissed her tit and then kissed her on the lips. �I gotta go, Babe. I have to be at work in a few
minutes. I�ll see you
later.�
�When?�
�Whenever I
need another fuck.�
�You don�t
have to be so crude!�
�What�s
your problem? You asked me to come
over. You wanted me to fuck you and
I did. Don�t you worry, Baby, I�ll
be back! You�re a nice slut and I
like you.�
He finished
buttoning his shirt while he forced his shoes on. �Now, I gotta go. Next time if you want, I�ll bring my
brother with me. He�ll enjoy
fucking you too.�
�You
bastard!�
�What is
your problem girl? You�re the kind
of girl that every guy wants to get to know.�
�And what
kind of girl is that?�
�A
slut! Sluts like you like sex for
the sake of sex. You love it, just
like guys love it! So don�t be a
pain the ass.�
�I�m not a
slut!� she pouted.
�Yes, you are! I met you, what, two hours ago at McDonalds? I didn�t even buy you a frigging bag of French fries and you were coming on strong.
�Look, I�m going be late if I don�t get
out of here. What�s your phone
number? I�ll call you later
tonight.�
The guy
left. Janelle just lounged around
nude, humming a song. I continued
to watch her even though I was drenched in sweat. It must have been over 110 degrees in the
crawl space and I�d been up there for nearly an hour. Soon she gave me what I was waiting for
as she began fingering herself. I�d
watched my sister masturbate I don�t how many times and it always turned me
on. Now was no exception and as she
frigged herself to another climax, I whacked off until I shot off another
time. Spent, I crept back to my
room.
The cool
air of my room felt heavenly on my sweat drenched body. I desperately needed a shower to cool
off. I grabbed a pair of gym shorts
and snuck into the bath. Once
inside I made all the noise I wanted.
The cold shower felt great.
I wasn�t using up the hot water, so I stayed a long time.
There was a knocking on the door. �David! Don�t use up all the hot water. I need a shower too! Come on, dork, hurry up!� I finished a few minutes later while she bitched outside the door.
I opened the door. Janelle
was dressed in a bathrobe. �Well,
it�s about time!� she said glaring at me, like I suppose big sisters do when
little brother happens to be in the way.
I looked
her in the eye and asked, �Who was that guy in your room?� Her expression changed from one of
contempt to one of alarm.
�Oh, my
god! Don�t tell
Mama!�
�I
ain�t.�
�Promise me
you won�t tell!� She had a look of
desperation about her. �I�ll give
you anything you want.�
It was
every little brother�s dream, to have a modicum of power over an older
sibling. �Anything I
want?� I asked with a smirk.
I thought
about it for a moment. She was so
pitiful that I almost felt sorry for her.
�Hey, don�t worry, Janelle, I won�t tell her. As for what I want, maybe someday you
can return the favor in some way.
But for now, don�t worry about it.
Whatever you do when Mama�s not home is okay by
me.�
�Thanks,
David.� She started sucking up to
me trying to regain her upper hand, �You know, I really don�t think you�re a
dork. Actually for a little brother
you�re pretty cool. You want to borrow some of my CD�s?�
�No, I
don�t want anything right now.
Later I might need a favor and I expect to collect. Don�t worry Sis, your secret is safe
with me.�
Janelle�s
attitude towards me was different after that. She treated me civilly for a
change. Mama noticed the change and
praised us for our maturity and positive relationship. I gave Janelle all the credit, saying
she had asked me not to bug her so much, to be more like a friend than a little
brother, and a bunch of other crap to make her look good. Janelle ate it up. I think she might have actually believed it!
A week or so
later, I was sitting in the living room reading a comic book when Janelle came
in with the guy she�d fucked the other day and another guy, much older, who
looked very much like he was his brother.
Janelle and I looked at each other knowingly. I put my comic book down, announcing
that I was heading over to my buddy�s house to play Nintendo and I walked out
the door.
After
walking half a block, I doubled back.
I took off my shoes and crept up the stairs, cringing at every creak that
suddenly seemed so loud. No doubt
the crawl space was going to be hot as hell, so I quickly stripped down to
nothing. I slipped into the crawl
space and took up my position at the knothole.
Those guys wasted no time. By the time I was in observation position, she was already on the bed buck naked, on her hands and knees, the two guys fucking her from both ends. After a while, they switched. They switched off several times. I could hear smacking and sucking noises and I could hear her muffled cries as she groaned and shuttered with each climax. I could hear the smack of the older brother�s hand as he slapped her on the butt while he fucked her until her buttocks were glowing a bright red. Again they called her slut, bitch, tramp, whore, and few other choice derogatories.
After forty-five minutes or so, the guys got dressed and
left. Janelle just lay there not
saying anything. Five minutes or so
later, she got up, her ass still glowing red, put on her robe and went to take
a shower. I crawled out, drenched
in sweat again and overheated. I
felt dizzy and started to get a headache.
Grabbing my clothes, I quietly went downstairs. I drank nearly a pitcher
of cold water before having presence of mind enough to get dressed, then I went
out and sat on the back porch to cool off until Mama got home from work,
dragging in yet another loser with her to spend the night.
Soon
Janelle was bringing guys over nearly every afternoon and I stopped making any
pretense of leaving the house. I
didn�t watch her every time, as I had other things to do, like play
baseball, hang out with my buddies, go skating, skateboarding or just riding and
showing off on my BMX bike. Still, it was always a lot of fun to watch her
fuck.
In my mind
I had a lot of fantasies, working through several imaginative scenarios. I was
still a virgin and I wondered if she�d fuck me. The more I thought about it though, the
less I liked the idea. After all
she was my sister and I had visions of procreating two-headed retardos.
Then one
afternoon she brought home a guy who was much older than the guys she normally
did. I decided to watch, as I didn�t
understand what she saw in him. It
wasn�t wild sex, and she didn�t seem to particularly enjoy it, just a
perfunctory fifteen-minute fuck.
When the man got dressed, he pulled out his wallet, and tossed several
bills onto her bed. I�d seen some
men do that with Mama before. Up
until then, I always thought they were just being nice, but this was a
revelation.
A few weeks
later, Mama was out for the evening.
She had a new live-in boyfriend who had moved in two weeks before,
but it wasn�t unusual that she went out alone at night. Sam was all right, a cool sort of dude
with lots of tattoos and a Harley.
Sam walked into the house from work early, just as Janelle and her
afternoon guest were descending the stairs. Nobody said anything as the guy quickly
exited the house.
I was
supposed to go over to a friend�s house to build a birdhouse or something and
left. I was about a third of the
way over to Jason�s when I remembered I promised him I would bring him some of
my dirty magazines "borrowed" from Mr. Vega. I turned
back. When I got home, the house
was silent. Sam�s hog was out
front, so I knew he was still home.
I went up the stairs and heard the familiar sounds of sex coming from
Janelle�s room.
This I had
to see. I crawled into position and
peered into her bedroom. Sam was
indeed fucking her. As I watched, I
became increasingly uncomfortable with the heat in the crawl way. My polyester shirt clung to me like
saran wrap; my dick ached for release.
I discarded the shirt and found some immediate relief. Struggling, I tried to pull off my tight
jeans.
I lost my
balance. I fell against the access
door, which sprang open, and I tumbled into the room, my jeans and drawers down
around my ankles.
�What the
hell?� exclaimed Sam as he jumped off my sister. Sam and Janelle looked at me with
startled and shocked expressions. I
thought they were going to be pissed off, but it soon became apparent that they
were alarmed mostly about being caught.
�You little
bastard! You better keep your
fucking mouth shut about this,� Sam said.
�I won�t
say anything,� I said struggling to get my pants up.
�You damn
well better not say anything. I
break your fucking neck!� he snarled.
�He won�t
say anything,� interjected Janelle.
Sam turned and looked at her.
�He never has said anything.
He won�t now.�
�No, I
won�t say thing,� I reiterated indignantly.
Sam turned
back towards me the anger fading from his face. �Just what in the hell are you
doing, boy?�
�Watching.�
�Watching?�
The gig was
up so I told the truth. �Yeah, I
like watching her.�
Sam laughed
out loud, �You little pervert. You
like watching your sister fuck?�
�Yeah.�
�That hole
in the ceiling, you watch your mother fuck too?�
No use
lying even though I expected the hole to fixed by tomorrow. �Yeah. I�ve seen you and your friends doing
Mama.�
�Son of a
bitch! Well, kid, if you want to watch
me fuck your whore sister, stand close to the bed and get a close up view.�
I shuffled
over to the bed, jeans still down around my ankles. Sam roughly pushed my sister back down
on the bed and hissed, �Spread�em slut!�
He mounted
her again in a missionary position with her legs spread wide. He thrust her a few times and then
stopped to change positions, sitting more or less upright with his legs folded
under Janelle�s legs. I
looked at Janelle; her mouth was slack and she was looking at my erect
dick.
�Now look
real close, kid,� he said motioning me to watch his cock and her cunt.
I leaned forward to get a close up view as he sank his cock into my slut sister�s pussy. In, out, in, out, slowly he put on a lewd show. �Squish, squish, squish,� her plump pussy lips flexing in and out with every stroke that Sam made.
At the time, I didn�t really know what a woman�s clit was, where it was, or what it did, but as he fucked her, he played with her clit. She started bucking her hips, squirming around seductively. I looked up to see her face twist into a grimace somewhere between pain and pleasure. Her upper torso flushed, becoming noticeably redder. Then she cried out. It was a familiar cry. A cry that nearly always preceded an orgasm sweeping through her.
Without realizing that I was jerking off, I became vaguely aware of a tingling in my dick that rapidly blossomed into a full, mind-blowing ejaculation. My knees nearly buckled as I shot several ropes of jiz across Janelle�s tits and in her face. After a minute or so, I looked down at my big sister, covered in my semen. She mindlessly licked at a glob of cum lying across her lips.
Sam was standing next to me, chuckling at what I had done. He said, �Look here, Slick.� He spread her so that I could see her swollen inner labia and his cum seeping from her fuck hole.
�You want to fuck her? You want to fuck your sister? Go ahead boy, you�re a man, she�s a slut whore. Everybody in town is fucking her, why not you?�
�No! I can�t do that!� I protested. �She�s my sister! It�s wrong; I know it�s wrong! No!�
I must admit I was sorely tempted, but having just unloaded, my passions were temporarily in check. If he�d asked me three minutes earlier, I probably wouldn�t have been so reticent.
There was a pregnant silence. Janelle was looking into my eyes pleadingly, then looking down at my cock. Sam rubbed my head with his hand. �You�re a good kid. I wouldn�t fuck my sister either. Tell you what, Slick, wanna watch me fuck her in the ass?�
I thought for no more than five seconds on that one, �Yeah, cool!�
For the next few months that Sam lived there, he would invite me to watch him fuck Janelle. She protested the first time, but he told her to, �Shut the fuck up, you�re getting paid.�
I also watched close up as she was gang fucked by Sam and four of his buddies. He�d always ask me if I wanted to fuck her, and I always said �No! I can�t do that, she�s my sister!� Never the less, I would shoot my load all over her though, but that�s not the same as actual incest. Not that I didn�t want to fuck her, it was just something I wouldn�t do, it was� immoral!
Sam didn�t come home one afternoon and after he was missing for a week, Mama got a call from him. He was in jail and needed help in making bail. He had been arrested at a chop shop, caught red-handed as they were stripping a stolen Mercedes. Mama dug up as much cash as she could and bailed him out. He immediately disappeared and skipped bail, leaving Mama in a major financial pinch.
It was a few weeks later that she came home early to get some papers that she caught Janelle and three boys upstairs doing the nasty. Mama calmly told the boys they had to go home unless they had paid good money to be there. The boys sheepishly retreated. Mama told Janelle that she knew she was having sex frequently and with many different partners. Mama asked her if she did for fun or for money. Janelle said that did it mostly for fun, that she had a burning need that she couldn�t control.
I was standing nearby listening and blurted, �She takes money sometimes, Ma.�
Janelle shot me a look meant to kill. Mama nodded in understanding. �Look, honey, we�re in a real fix. We might loose this house if they don�t catch that son of a bitch Sam sometime soon. I had to mortgage the house and frankly I don�t make enough money to make the payments.
�My boss has been after me for years to work nights as a call girl. I do it sometimes just to help make ends meet. I know it�s sleazy, but what the hell is a girl supposed to do?
�Now you�re young and very desirable and could easily make four to ten times what I can make in an evening. From now on, no more free pussy! We can�t afford it. From now on, I�ll manage you. We�ll work sometimes as a team, sometimes solo, but we fuck for cash. You might have to drop out of school, but I hope not.
�Mama, what are you saying?�
�I need you as a prostitute.�
�Mama!�
�Don�t �Mama� me you little slut! You were taking on three guys at once, and from what your brother just said, you�ve already spread�em for money! That makes you a prostitute, a working whore! Now goddamnit, I need your help. It�s not just us, we have to think about the welfare of your brother, and make sure he has the opportunity to grow up and be somebody.�
Things changed dramatically after that. Mama used some of the excess proceeds from the new mortgage to fix up the house. Janelle�s bedroom went from schoolgirl pink and blue d�cor to red velvet, complete with a big four-poster bed with a mirrored canopy. Mama�s room was done much the same. She added a foyer. The living room was completely remodeled and the dining room area was converted into a sitting area. Out in the back she put up a high privacy fence and installed a big hot tub.
My room was converted into a bunkroom with six bunk beds. I soon found out why. Mama started recruiting runaway girls from off the street. Mama took them in, cleaned them up and dressed them in frilly, see-through negligees. The two big beds were for work; the bunks were for actual sleeping.
Mama worked the foyer, checking credentials, collecting the cash. Janelle and the other girls worked on their backs. I worked as the bartender, delivering drinks, rubbers and whatever else was needed. I no longer had to spy to see some hot action, it was all around me, in the two bedrooms, in and around the hot tub, and in the sitting rooms.
I finally lost my virginity the first night Mama brought in the first new girl. Soon I realized that it was perfectly okay with Mama if I took all the free samples I wanted. It was terrific life for a horny teenager, a fantasy life, growing up in a whorehouse.
After I spilled my guts to my therapist, he thought silently for a few minutes. He said that when I find that special lady, to bring her by so he could try her out. I asked him, �What the hell are you talking about?�
My therapist said that even though I was a bit fucked up, that I shouldn�t really worry about it. He said that if I wanted to get my rocks off, I could watch him fuck my girl friend.
Shit! Who�s fucked up here? Then the bastard charged me a hundred bucks!
Hmmmm, come to think of it, it could be fun.
THE END
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