AUTHOR = Switch Blayde
E-MAIL = switch_blayde@hotmail.com
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The next day I was again awoken at an ungodly hour, but this time by my cousin Jerry. Although uncomfortable to do so, I had slept fully clothed, not feeling safe around my perverse relatives.
"I don't feel good," I said, and I wasn't totally lying.
"Ma says you gotta get up."
"I can't, not today."
Jerry sat on the side of the bed which caused me to flinch. He brushed some loose hairs away from my face and smiled warmly. It was the first sign of affection that any of them had shown me.
"Sandy, you gotta. Ma will get mad if you don't." Then he hesitated before continuing. "You heard us through the wall last night, didn't ya?" I simply nodded with my eyes lowered. "Yeah, I thought you would. That really turned me on."
"She's your mother," I said, looking up.
"Yeah, she treats her boys good," he said, misunderstanding my meaning. "She has nice meaty thighs and strong legs that, when she wraps them around you and holds you in, it's great." He stopped and looked at my legs. "You're kinda skinny, but Fred said your cunt feels nice and tight."
"Don't you know what you're doing is wrong?"
"Who says? Everyone I know fucks their mothers and sisters. There ain't no one for miles. What do you want us to do, fuck the animals? Or use our hands? That's not natural. Ma knows what's right and what's best for us. So don't go saying it's wrong, 'cause it ain't."
I was at a loss. This was a different world than I grew up in. I was so confused I wasn't even sure if what Jerry said made sense. All I knew was that I was forced to have sex with these relatives and that couldn't be right.
"You better get up," Jerry said. "I'm not kidding. Ma will get pissed if you don't get downstairs real soon."
When I finally made it to the kitchen, everyone was gone. That is, except Aunt Julie who immediately began scolding me.
"I'll tan your hide next time you're late. You get this one for free, but no more. We don't suffer lazy folks in this house, even if you are kin. Now eat some scraps and then clean this mess up. You got chores awaiting.
I cleaned and sewed and did all sorts of chores and, by the end of the day, I was exhausted. With no hope of continuing my education and being so isolated, I wondered if this was how I would spend the rest of my life. That thought depressed me. However, I was grateful for one thing -- no one touched me all day.
We were waiting for dinner to be ready when Jerry came in and said, "Got the north field plowed. Damn that was hard work."
I made eye contact with Jerry and smiled. Since he showed kindness to me that morning I felt an affinity to him and thought of him as my only friend. And I sure needed a friend, and a protector. I was glad when Jerry smiled back.
"It sure gets lonely out there, though. Sure wish you were with me, Ma. Could have used a little humping."
"Hush, I'm busy fixin' dinner. You boys are always horny," Aunt Julie said, wiggling her fat butt as she continued to peel potatoes.
Jerry walked up to his mother and, to my disgust, ran his hands under her old dress and fondled her ass. Then his hands slid to her front and I assume between her legs from Aunt Julie's reaction. He pulled her to his groin and ground against her butt.
"Boy, you feel like ya need some relief. But I'm busy. Do your cousin if ya can't wait."
I was trying not to watch the vulgar display between mother and son, but when I heard the reference to me my head shot up. Jerry was looking at me, smiling. I smiled back thinking it was just a friendly smile, but when he came over and grabbed me I pulled my arm away. His expression turned to anger.
I jumped up, knocking my chair over, and ran. Fred hooked his arm around my waist so suddenly that my feet left the ground as he stopped my forward motion. The next thing I knew was that he flung me into Jerry's waiting arms. I struggled and screamed, but Jerry just smiled at me. I then knew he was no different from the rest of his foul family.
I squirmed and kicked and tried to pull his hair so Jerry called his brother to help. Soon I was lying on the floor with Fred pinning my arms down and Jerry undoing my pants. He was sitting on my legs so I was immobilized, but when he had my pants undone he moved to the side. I tried to kick him, but he grabbed my flaying foot and then captured the other one too. Jerry tugged my pants down my kicking legs and then did the same with my panties.
I tried to free myself, but Fred was too strong. I was lying on the floor in the kitchen with everyone gawking at me, even Aunt Julie stopped her work to watch. My hands couldn't reach my crotch so I moved one leg over the other and twisted onto my hip in an attempt to hide my pussy. Meanwhile, Jerry was removing his clothes.
"Please don't," I pleaded when Jerry pushed my legs apart and got onto his knees.
I knew then that Jerry was not an ally. His smile was wicked and I shuddered. I knew I was all alone in the world, without a friend. I continued to struggle as he positioned his cock at the entrance to my pussy. My movements foiled his attempt a few times, but that didn't deter him. He put more weight on me to hold me steady and then I felt his cock slip inside. Our eyes made contact as his cock went in deeper, sliding all the way in.
Fred stepped aside so my arms were freed. I tried to push Jerry off but, like the others, he was too strong. He grabbed my arms and pinned them to the floor at my sides. And then he started moving. I felt his cock sawing in and out of my pussy. I was being fucked on the kitchen floor by my cousin while his family members watched. I felt violated and humiliated, and again tears flowed freely down the sides of my face.
Jerry didn't last long and soon he was spurting sperm into me. I stopped struggling, feeling completely helpless and used. When Jerry pulled out and stood up I was planning on running to my room to be alone, but my mouth opened wide in disbelief when I saw Uncle Max standing next to me with his hard cock jutting from his body.
My shock immobilized me like the proverbial deer which gave Uncle Max time to get into position. Before I knew it, I was being fucked again, this time by my uncle.
"You old dog," Aunt Julie said with a chuckle, "you're too old to be that horny."
"Shit, Ma, she's a sweet little ass. Too bad we didn't have a daughter."
"Well ya got one now. Hurry up, dinner's almost done."
I couldn't believe it. My uncle was fucking me on the kitchen floor while talking about me to his wife as if I was a piece of meat. And then I realized that's exactly how they thought of me. I felt sick looking up at the bearded face grunting above me.
I heard a noise and turned my head. Aunt Julie was bent over the table with her dress lifted over her back. Fred was fucking her from behind. I was getting fucked by my uncle and watching my cousin fuck my aunt. From my angle I could see my cousin's cock sliding in and out of his mother's hairy cunt.
Fred stopped moving and held his mother tight. Then I saw him fuck her very slowly. White streaks were visible on his cock. Fred had cum inside his mother. But my thoughts were distracted by my uncle's grunts. I turned back and saw his eyes were closed and his teeth clenched. And then I felt it -- he was cumming inside me.
Uncle Max pulled out and knee-walked to the side of my head. Sperm was dangling from his softening cock right next to me and I quickly turned away afraid it would fall onto my face. What I saw disgusted me. My aunt was licking Fred's slimy dick -- the one that had just cum inside her. Aunt Julie removed her mouth from her son's cock and looked at me.
"Go on, girl, clean it. We clean our men afterwards. Don't want them to get infected."
Aunt Julie returned to sucking her son's cock. I turned back to see Uncle Max's cock still next to my face. I defiantly locked my lips. That was a mistake. The slap across my face stung like fire and I literally saw stars flashing in front of my eyes. I was stunned for a moment, and then the tears welled up in my eyes, only to overflow down the sides of my face.
"Girl, we don't tell ya twice," Uncle Max said.
I looked at the dirty dick that had just fucked me and relented. What was I to do? I had already been spanked by my uncle and knew he wouldn't hesitate to do it again. So I parted my lips and let him slip his cock in. I closed my mouth and gagged, thinking I was going to be sick. I used every bit of willpower not to vomit as I sucked and licked my uncle's dick clean.
When Uncle Max pulled his cock out of my mouth, I felt a tap on my shoulder. Jerry was kneeling next to me, waiting. His cock was soft, but the remains of our fucking were on it. Defeated, I opened my mouth and cleaned his dick as well.
When done, Aunt Julie called my name and tossed me a towel. It was wet and then I found out why. She told me to clean myself. She had wiped her messy cunt with the towel and now I was expected to do the same. I placed the towel between my legs and vigorously rubbed my leaking pussy. Then, after redressing, we all sat down to dinner like nothing unusual had happened.
I expected a visitor that night, but no one came to my room. I did hear the headboard banging and the moans and grunts of two people fucking, but who my aunt had spread her legs for was a mystery. It could have been her husband or either of her sons, or both her sons, or all three. I didn't know or care. The family disgusted me and I wished for my old life.
Trying to fall asleep, I thought about my life. After my mother died, my life hadn't been too bad, even with my father's drinking problem. We could have worked things out. Why hadn't I sat down and talked to him right from the beginning? Why did I become a loner? Maybe it was I who caused my father to drink. Maybe by locking myself in my room it made him feel alone. Even after my father raped me, it wasn't the end of the world. It was a horrible thing for him to do, but I didn't have to react the way I did. I could have shown more compassion. If I had, maybe he wouldn't have killed himself. At each of those times I thought my life was at "rock bottom" but I learned it could get worse. And now it was as bad as it could get.
Or so I thought.
I hated waking in the morning. Every day was the same. I would do chores like a slave, and be used by my male family members for their sexual release. I had stopped fighting them and resigned to let them do anything they wanted with my body. I even learned to swallow their filthy sperm after a blow-job and to lick their cocks clean after they fucked me without being told. At first I objected, only to be spanked, and then did it anyway. So I reasoned I could save the spanking if I just did it.
It was worse when my aunt wasn't feeling well. I then had to take care of the men by myself. I would have to fuck or suck all three of them in a single day, sometimes more than once. There were times the guys were impatient and didn't want to wait their turn. More than once, I had to use my mouth and pussy at the same time. One would sit on the side of the bed and I'd bend over him, supporting my weight with my forearms on the mattress. I'd suck his cock while another would fuck me from behind. I tried to block it out of my mind and think about happier times, but that didn't work.
I was miserable, and then one day I was told that we were going to have a barbeque with some neighbors. My spirits were lifted. I was finally going to meet other people, and hoped one of them would be my savior.
When the day of the barbeque arrived, I was more excited than I thought I'd be. I realized how despondent I'd been and how dreary my life had become. I was even whistling while cleaning up the breakfast mess, and did my morning chores with a smile. After a shower, I dug through the belongings of my previous life and found the ribbon I was searching for. Pulling my hair back in a ponytail, I tied it with the blue ribbon. The bright summer dress I put on matched the ribbon perfectly. I hadn't worn a dress since moving in with Aunt Julie. I twirled in my room, watching the bottom of the dress fan out.
I was happy.
The pickup truck arrived in a cloud of dust. The Johnsons were our closest neighbor, yet I had never met them. In the bed of the truck sat two boys and a girl, around my cousins' ages. Gloom fell over me immediately. As they climbed out I saw that they were dressed in grubby work clothes, just like my relatives wore. It didn't seem to be the kind of party I expected, but then I remembered where I was. These were poor farmers so, of course, they didn't dress up.
"You must be Sandy," the girl said, running up to me. "I'm Mat."
"Matt?"
"Matilda, but I'll punch you out if you call me that."
Nervously, I backed up, but when the girl began giggling I knew she was kidding me. I hoped so anyway. Regardless, I had no intention of calling her "Matilda."
"Glad to meet you... Mat."
"You're so lucky to live here. Isn't Jerry a hunk?"
"Um, yeah, I guess so."
Mat was taller than me and stocky. She wasn't fat, but it was obvious she had worked in the field. Her dark hair was cut short and, in her work clothes, she looked like a tomboy.
Mat's brothers came over and introduced themselves as Joe and Larry. I didn't like the way they were looking at me. I thought it was because I was overdressed and was afraid I wouldn't fit in. But they were soon called away by Fred and Jerry who wanted to show them a new sow. I didn't understand the interest in a pig, but I was a city girl.
Mat and I began chatting. It was silly girl stuff, but I was biding my time trying to figure out how I could ask her for help. I couldn't come right out and tell her that my uncle and cousins were having sex with me. It would shock her and who knows what her reaction would be. I needed to get her alone.
"Would you like to take a walk?" I asked.
We began strolling when Mat spotted the boys coming out of the barn. "Quick, let's see if we can outrun them," she said and bolted.
I looked over my shoulder and saw the four boys scampering towards us. I quickly began running, always looking back at the boys who were getting closer. Then I felt a push from behind and I tumbled forward, rolling on the grassy ground. The wind was knocked out of me and lay I there catching my breath. I looked up and saw Joe and Larry staring at me. I was on my back with my knees up, and my dress had slipped to my waist. They were looking at my panties.
I quickly yanked my dress down and tried to stand up when they pounced on me. I struggled but was no match as I felt my dress being raised again. When my hands went to stop that, Joe began unbuttoning the top of my dress. When I grabbed his arms, Larry pulled my panties off. I didn't know who to fend off and the result was both my pussy and tits were exposed.
I needed help and wondered where Mat was. I looked around and gasped. She was on her knees sucking Jerry's cock while Fred was opening her pants. Jerry sat on the ground and Mat followed him down, never taking her mouth off his cock. She raised her butt and Fred pushed her jeans down to her knees, then entered her from behind. Mat's mouth was working on Jerry's cock like she really loved doing it, and soon she was thrusting back on Fred's cock.
My attention was brought back to my own predicament when I felt a tongue on my pussy. Larry's head was between my legs, licking me. Then Joe began sucking my tits. I couldn't believe I was being raped again. And by Mat's moans and body movements, she was a willing participant. I wasn't going to get help from her.
I tried struggling, but Larry locked his arms around my legs to keep them still and Fred held my arms above my head, forcing my tits to point skyward where his mouth and tongue were relentlessly working them over. After all the sex I had, it was the first time my body felt anything other than revulsion. I couldn't help it... Larry's tongue was flicking my clit.
I struggled less as my body began to writhe in pleasure. Actually, arousal is a better word. I still wasn't pleased with being raped, but my body reacted physically to the titillation. Soon I was moaning and humping my hips, and then I screamed out as my orgasm overwhelmed me. I lay there with mixed emotions. My body was still savoring the warm afterglow of an orgasm, but my mind was disgusted with my body for succumbing to forced, unwanted sex.
When I opened my eyes, Larry was kneeling between my legs pushing his pants down. I opened my mouth to say "no," but all that came out was a puff of air as Larry sunk his cock into my wet pussy. He didn't waste any time and began humping his hips, fucking me hard.
Larry made eye contact with me and a broad grin spread across his face. He rapidly flicked his tongue like a snake, evidently reminding me that he had made me climax. But then I no longer saw Larry face, or any other part of him. Joe had climbed onto me, straddling my belly with my arms pinned under his knees.
Joe spit in his hand and began fisting his hard cock. I couldn't believe he was jerking off while sitting on my belly. I watched his fist slide up and down his long shaft, pausing occasionally to wet his hand again with saliva. Joe switched hands and then, to my horror, grabbed my tits in his wet palms. I cringed at the thought that my breasts were being covered in his saliva. But it got worse. Joe leaned over and released a string of saliva. I watched in disgust as it got longer and longer until it settled between my breasts.
Joe shifted forward and positioned his dick between my tits. My eyes were crossed as I watched it all. He slowly moved his hips to and fro, letting his cock slide through the pool of saliva he had just deposited. And then he took hold of my tits again, but this time he pushed them together, capturing his cock between them. With his thumb strategically placed on top to keep his cock from popping out, Joe fucked my tits.
I had two brothers using my body at the same time. One was fucking me and the other was fucking my tits. I couldn't see Larry, but I felt him, and both brothers were moving synchronously. I'd feel Larry's cock thrust into me and see the end of Joe's cock get closer to my face. Then Larry would pull back and I'd see Joe's cock disappear between my tits.
I felt humiliated to be used in such a way and, in a rage, yanked my arms free. I grabbed Joe's wrists, pulling his hands from my tits. His cock sprang free and then I was stunned by the hard slap. It only took a moment for the stinging pain on the side of my face to reach my brain, and I let out a cry that scared even me. My hand went to my sore cheek and I saw the anger in Joe's face. I was able to hold back my sobs, but not the tears which streamed down the sides of my face.
Joe placed his cock between my tits again and resumed fucking them. I could tell in his eyes that he was waiting to hit me again if I tried anything, so I just lay there getting fucked by Larry and tit-fucked by Joe. I heard a grunt and looked into Joe's face, but he just sneered down at me. Then I felt the sperm spurting into my pussy. Larry had climaxed and was filling me with his sperm.
I saw movement to the side and turned my head. Mat was now completely naked and had come over to me. I wondered if she had seen or heard the slap and was concerned for me. When she lowered her face to mine I turned my head away. I thought she wanted to kiss me. Mat grabbed my hair and forcefully pulled my face towards her. She used her other hand to pinch my nose which cut off my air supply. As soon as I opened my mouth to breathe, Mat covered it with hers. I was expecting her tongue, but was surprised to feel her saliva flowing into my mouth. But then I tasted it and realized it was sperm. Lying on my back, I gurgled as it slid into my throat, and then frantically gulped it down to keep from drowning.
"Jerry said to give it to you," Mat said when she pulled back. "He said you like his cum."
I turned to look at Mat not knowing what to say. Everyone around here seemed to be crazy. It wasn't just my family, but this family as well. I didn't even have to ask to know that Mat had sex with her brothers and father. And it seemed like the women were fair game for any of the men in the area, not just the ones you were living with.
I was about to ask Mat if that was true when I felt something hit my face. I looked up and saw the white rope of sperm flying from Joe's cock just before it splashed onto my face for the second time. I closed my eyes and turned my head to the side, but that didn't keep more of his sperm from landing on my face.
When I no longer felt my face getting splattered with sperm, I opened my eyes. Mat was sucking Larry's cock clean from his recent fucking of me. So my assumption was correct. And then Joe moved up my body and his cock was pushing against my lips. Resigned that I didn't have a choice, I opened my mouth and let him push it inside where I sucked the rest of his sperm out and licked his cock clean.
"We better get back," Mat said, gathering her clothes.
In a flash, everyone was dressed. I looked for my panties, but couldn't find them. I was sure they were someone's souvenir. I let my dress fall down and buttoned the top part up. I had to run to catch up to the others, all the while feeling sperm drip down my thigh and trying to wipe it off my face with my hand.
I didn't know what to expect returning the way I looked. My dress was wrinkled and had grass stains on it. My face and hair had residues of sperm. The front of my dress was darkened from sweat, saliva, and semen. And my hair was stringy and loose, having lost my favorite ribbon. But what I saw was not anything I had expected. The adults were naked and having sex. And when I got close, I saw that Mr. Johnson was fucking my aunt, and Uncle Max was fucking Mrs. Johnson.
"See what I mean about Ma's fat thighs," Jerry said.
Sure enough, Aunt Julie had her chubby legs wrapped around Mr. Johnson's body, gripping him tight as she humped up to meet every one of his thrusts. Mrs. Johnson was lying on the big wood table we were soon to eat on, with her legs dangling over the side. Uncle Max was standing between her legs, ramming his cock in and out of her pussy.
Aunt Julie looked like she was really enjoying the fuck, and she screamed when she climaxed. Mat whispered in my ear something about how good her father was. And then Mr. Johnson gritted his teeth as he also climaxed.
"I better get lunch ready," Aunt Julie said as she crawled out from under Mr. Johnson and scrambled to her feet. Looking at me, she said, "Clean his dick for me," and ran into the house.
Mr. Johnson stood up and I saw the largest cock I had ever seen. It was only partly hard and hung down like a horse's. It was at least 10 inches and very thick. I stood frozen to the spot until Mat shoved me from behind. I stumbled toward Mr. Johnson and he caught my falling body.
"You sure are a pretty one," he said, holding me at arm's length.
Then I felt him pushing down on my shoulders so I dropped to my knees. Up close, his cock looked even bigger. It was shiny with his and my aunt's combined juices and I realized I would be tasting another woman for the first time. I wanted to get to my feet and run away, but I knew that was futile.
I lifted the heavy dick with my little, dainty fingers and guided it to my mouth. Tentatively, I flicked my tongue over the head. I was licking a cock that had just fucked my aunt. I tasted her on his cock and pulled my head away.
"What's the matter, you afraid of it?" Mr. Johnson laughed, not understanding my revulsion. "Don't worry, you'll soon love it like all the others."
Mr. Johnson pulled me to my feet and then, in one motion, flung me onto his shoulder. My head was hanging down his back and he was patting my ass as he carried me. When he lowered me to the ground I was standing next to my uncle and Mrs. Johnson. Uncle Max stopped fucking the woman and they both looked at us.
"She's real pretty, ain't she?" Mr. Johnson said to his wife.
Then he began opening my buttons. When I tried to stop him, he pulled the top of my dress apart, sending the buttons flying. Then he yanked the dress over my head, leaving me completely naked.
"Who came all over your face?" Mrs. Johnson asked. "Was it my Joe?"
"Yes," I said softly, embarrassed that she knew.
"I bet he tit-fucked you, didn't he?"
I nodded.
"That boy has a thing for tits. He was already walking when he finally stopped nursing. I think he prefers to fuck my tits more than my pussy. I'm surprised he likes your little ones though." Then Mrs. Johnson looked at my uncle. "Max, your cock feels nice in me, but it's not moving. If ya don't do me right I'm gonna find someone who will."
Uncle Max was up for the challenge and began fucking Mrs. Johnson again. Mr. Johnson watched his wife getting fucked for a few moments and then turned back to me. He pushed me to my knees and once again presented his cock. I opened my mouth as wide as I could and took the head in and began sucking. It began to inflate almost immediately and stretched my mouth more.
I was doing my duty as a woman -- by these people's demented standards -- sucking his cock clean. It was too big, though, so I had to hold it in my fingertips and lick up and down all sides until I thought it was clean. I stood up thinking I was done when Mr. Johnson grabbed me under the arms and lifted me in the air. With my feet dangling, he turned and placed me on the table next to his wife.
"You're in for a treat, girl," Mrs. Johnson said, smiling at me.
My eyes dropped from her face to her crotch where I could see my uncle's cock moving in and out of her cunt, making sloshy sounds. But then my attention was brought back to Mr. Johnson. He pushed my legs apart and was forcing his mammoth cock into my pussy. I cried out for him not to, but he ignored me like everyone else. Thankfully, I had been fucked already because I'm sure he would have hurt me more if not. But even so, he was having a hard time fitting his huge dick inside my little pussy.
I was delirious, screaming out obscenities, when I felt a hand cover mine. I looked and saw that Mrs. Johnson was holding my hand.
"You'll love it. Just let it happen," she said.
But I was scared to death. I was sure I would be damaged for life if that huge thing was forced into me. But Mr. Johnson knew what he was doing and inch by inch he sunk into me. When he was all the way in, I couldn't breathe. I never felt so stuffed. I looked around and the others were watching, all except my aunt who must have been in the house.
Mat jumped onto the table next to me and pushed her jeans and panties to her knees. I couldn't believe I was being ravaged by her father and the slut began playing with herself. Her fingers slipped into her cum-filled pussy and spread the sperm over her clit. Mat's eyes were locked on her father's huge cock fucking me.
I heard a squeal and turned my head to see Mrs. Johnson climaxing. Soon after, my uncle grunted and I knew he was cumming inside her. When they recovered, they remained joined, but both watched my ravishment. I heard moaning and turned my head back to Mat. She was frantically rubbing her clit with two fingers while prying her labia apart with her other hand. When Mr. Johnson came inside me, I heard Mat squeal as she timed her orgasm with her father's.
When Mr. Johnson pulled out, I was again required to clean his cock with my mouth, but Mat pushed me aside and dropped to her knees before her father. The girl sucked, and slurped, and licked her father's cock as if she were paying homage to it. And maybe she was.
Afterwards, we all ate and then the Johnsons went home. I guess everyone was tired because I wasn't bothered that night nor did I hear any noise coming from Aunt Julie's room.
Life went back to the dull, dreary routine of doing chores and being raped. Even thought I had stopped fighting, I still considered it rape. If they had asked me, I would have said no, but no one asked.
And then one day I realized I missed my period.
I was pregnant!
THE END (not yet) go to Chapter 3
