I was laying on my bed in just a pair of tight shorts and a tight t-shirt. The heatwave was intense, making me lethargic and horny, not to mention the two glasses of ice chilled cider I had not long consumed in the garden.
I could hear the birds tweeting outside, somewhere amongst the trees, and I could smell my next-door neighbours barbeque as he prepared it for a summer afternoon feast of sausages and burgers.
As I lay there tipsy with my libido beginning to disturb my peace, I stroked my hands over my swollen breasts, giggling to myself when I touched my hardened nipples protruding through the t-shirt.
I was alone. My mother was in work and I decided to take advantage by expressing myself freely. My bedroom door was wide open, so I’d hear her if she arrived home early.
I glanced at my wide-open windows and noted in my head that I’d need to keep the noise down if I didn’t want my neighbours hearing me masturbate. Maybe they’d think I was getting fucked. I was becoming so horny it would probably sound like I was when I eventually climaxed.
I’m very noisy when I cum. I love it. What’s the point in being quiet when all you want to do is scream out in ecstasy from the top of your lungs. That thought created a mischievous grin across my face.
I jumped off the bed and pulled my shorts off, and then pulled my t-shirt up and over my head. That’s more like it. I was now naked.
Glancing at my reflection in the mirror, I cast myself a wry smile and lifted my large bust. I then turned to the side and stuck my bum out. I giggled, feeling very sexy.
I wonder what the neighbours would think, I thought. Knowing I was next door in my bedroom naked and horny, and gagging for a good hard seeing to. That would add a little spice to their burgers!
Forgetting about the outside world, I sauntered over to my dressing table and pulled out my hair brush with its thick handle.
Moving back towards my bed, I threw myself down onto the clean covers and soft mattress. I then started shuffling my body until my head was back on the pillows. My legs were parted and I guided the handle of the hairbrush in a dreamy state of arousal. I parted my legs wider.
My neighbour suddenly shouted to his wife to start preparing the buns. I jumped, but I wasn’t going to stop now. Knowing he might hear me only added to the thrill.
Then suddenly, a door downstairs slammed shut. A breeze must have caught it, I thought, because I left the back door and several windows open downstairs. But still, nothing was going to make me stop now that I had started.
As soon as the tip of the handle touched down on top of my shaven pubic mound, I wriggled and giggled. I wanted to tease myself for as long as possible.
I closed my eyes and began to fantasise as I circled the handle around my pussy. Across my pubic mound, down and inside my right thigh, before cutting across and back up the other side to my pubic mound again.
My head moved gently to the left, and then back to the right, following the direction of sensations I was experiencing with my mind. I then realised I was also tracing my tongue around my lips at the same pace.
My mind quickly placed me in a room full of horny men. The were wearing masks but nothing else. They varied in age, race and size, but they shared the same goal. They were going to fuck me and then cover me with their warm, sticky cum.
I cupped my left breast while my right hand controlled the direction of travel of the hairbrush. I then rolled and tweaked my nipple.
I could feel the damp heat between my legs and smell the inviting stickiness that was greasing my labia for penetration. Mmmmm.
The first guy approaches me, stroking his angry looking cock as he grabs my hair and forces me to my knees. The other men groan with wanton desire and aggression and quickly form a circle around me. Imaging myself surrounded by a bunch of naked horny men, with no escape, my heart began to race and my stomach fluttered.
There are six men I decide. Six, dirty, older men with a mission to use me. They would show me no respect, no love or compassion. They would use me like a whore, satisfy themselves as well as satisfying me in the process. All six of the dirty, old bastards.
I of course wanted that, but my moral compass would wreaking havoc upon me. I could handle them physically, just about I reckoned. But could I handle them emotionally? Mmmmm, I would love to find out!
Imagining the first guy pushing his cock into my mouth, I slid the hairbrush handle down against my clit. The hard plastic with its rubber grip spread my outer lips as I guided it all the way down to my tight puckered hole. Two cocks were then imagined being put into my hands, and I started tugging on them. One by one the men fuck my face for a few moments each before swapping places. All the while I constantly have two fat cocks in my hands.
Ohhhhhh, how I wished the fantasy was real, as I slowly inserted the hairbrush handle inside my body. It’s not as good as a real cock, but I’ve done escort karkamış it so many times my pussy welcomed the familiar intruder. I don’t think it can be considered an intruder when it’s been a regular visitor since my teens.
Wriggling on the bed, gasping at the real time sensations and mental image of six men trapping and using my mouth inside a circle orgy, I push the handle in deep, the square plastic head knocks against my opening. I wished there was more handle to go even deeper.
My neighbours started laughing from the garden below next door. Could they hear me? I wondered. It added to my excitement. I had some much going on that my concentration was pulled in several different directions. Which is probably why I didn’t hear him.
I could hear my neighbours talking as some of the other neighbours in the street arrived for the barbeque. While next door we’re cooking up a feast, I was cooking up a storm between my legs.
I began to pull the hairbrush out of my sticky pussy before pushing it back in again. It began to squelch as my insides became slicker and slicker. I moaned and sighed, needing to cum, but determined not to rush it. I’d only just started.
Managing to return to my fantasy, I moaned a little louder and bucked my hips. The circle of animals now have me on all fours, and they are spit roasting me like a pack of wild dogs fighting over a bitch in heat.
My back arched up off the bed as I increased my wrist action. I was soon pumping the hairbrush in and out of my pussy. The squelching noises were raw, but not as raw as the thoughts inside my head, as the six men lay me down on my back and kneel over me.
“You filthy little cumslut!” one says.
“You’re going to look so good covered in thick cum!” another informs me.
“Yes! Cover me in warm cum!” I gasp inside my bedroom.
“Those big tits will be covered, you naughty little slut!” somebody else in the group laughs at me.
“Yes!” I gasp out loud again. “Cover my tits with cum!”
I was fucking my pussy hard at this point. I so needed the real thing. I brought my left hand down between my legs to my clit and rubbed faster. Both my wrists were now working hard, as were the men in my fantasy.
The first load lands across my tits and I sizzled as if it were real. I could almost feel it, smell it. Then a second load splattered across my face. Warm and salty, I gasped and opened my mouth, imaging myself tasting and licking the cum from around my lips. I wasn’t going to get the sixth load if I didn’t slow down.
“Yes! Cover me you dirty, old fuckers! Cum all over me! Use me like a whore!”
My orgasm was out of the gates and rushing towards the finishing line like a hungry whippet. The fourth and fifth guys add their loads to my body. More cum lands on my tits and stomach. I’m a mess.
Tossing my head from side to side, bucking my hips and arching my back like something possessed from the exorcist, I whimper and squeal, then squeal louder and whimper some more. I’m going to cum!
“Yes. Cum in my mouth!” I scream inside my bedroom, as I keep my eyes closed and smash the hair brush in and out of my pussy. I’m also still rubbing my clit. It’s so intense and then I heard the sound of a belt and zipper, but I didn’t fully recognise it.
Reality and fantasy are blurred. I was on the brink of a powerful climax as I imagined the sixth and final guy shooting his cum down my throat.
Covered mentally in warm, sticky cum, the men disappear and I open my eyes …
“Ahhhhhh! Grandad! What are you doing here?”
“Don’t stop now, Alice,” my grandad chuckled. “You were almost there.”
My grandad was standing in just a t-shirt and a pair of sandals. His trouser shorts and belt were in a heap by my bedroom door. He entered my room sporting a sizeable erection and I quickly pulled the hairbrush out of my pussy and threw it to the bottom of my bed. I then remembered my neighbours were in their back garden as groups of laughter and chatter travelled up into my bedroom through the open windows.
“How long have you been standing there … watching me … your granddaughter? Put your cock away!”
“Long enough, princess. Your mother asked me to pop round and water the lawn. I was hoping to see you sunbathing in your bikini. But this is way better. The heat makes me just as horny as you by the looks of it.”
“Grandad! What? You can’t say shit like that! Put your cock away! What are you doing?” I gasped again in shock horror.
He drifted over to my window and glanced down outside. “We better be quiet. We don’t want the neighbours hearing us now, do we?”
“Whhh … what? Get out!”
“Shhhh, Alice,” my grandad grinned. “I’ve been listening and watching you crying out to be used. It’s about time we did this, don’t you think?”
“Urrr … I … don’t …”
Grandad cut me off with a snarl. He was still stroking his cock when he walked away from my window and around the bed to me.
Confused, I pulled my legs in karkamış escort bayan tight to my chest and wrapped my arms around them, trying to fold my body and hide my nudity.
“I can still see your big tits, Alice,” he laughed. “Don’t be shy, I’ve seen it all before.”
“Not since I’ve become an adult you haven’t! And you’ve never been weird towards me before!”
“No, but now you’re a woman, a woman who clearly loves getting off anyway she can. I think it’s time you joined your grandmother and mother as one of the notches on my bedpost. Or in this case, your bedpost.”
In utter shock, I stared wide eyed with my mouth wide open, but no words or sounds came out. But still my grandad advanced towards me. My mother?
When his knees touched the side of my bed he stopped smiling. With a stern look, he displayed no conscience and gently peeled my arms away from my body. I didn’t protest. Too nervous and confused, I wondered if I was dreaming.
My grandads gaze roamed my naked body. He let go of his cock and it remained hard, pointing straight at me.
“There’s a good girl, Alice. Now show grandad what a special granddaughter you are by sucking his cock.”
I don’t remember voluntarily moving myself, but I don’t remember particularly resisting either, when he put his hand behind my head and pulled my face towards his crotch.
As his cock came closer I opened my mouth and closed my eyes. Next thing I knew I was sucking my grandads cock.
“Mmmm, that’s it, Alice,” he groaned, stroking my long brown hair. “You’re very good at this. Like mother like daughter. Mmmm, yes, just like that. Mmmm, good girl,” he went on, before curling his hand into a fist, firmly gripping my hair and pushing his length to the back of my throat.
I responded positively and sucked my grandad as if he were my boyfriend. I reached for his bal-sac, keeping my eyes closed as my fantasy reignited itself.
“Ohhh, that’s it, Alice. You like sucking grandads cock, don’t you?” Tell me how good it tastes having grandads cock in your slutty, young mouth.”
“Uh-huh,” I mumbled with his cock down my throat. I began to moan and dropped his bal-sac. I needed to start rubbing my pussy again.
“That’s it, Alice, get that tight pussy warmed up for me. Mmmm!”
I sucked my grandads cock for a good five minutes before he told me to bend over on the bed. I got onto all fours, just like in my fantasy, and pushed my arse back at him.
“I hope you’re on the pill, Alice. We don’t want people finding out what a naughty girl you’ve been.”
“I’m protected,” I gasped, as his fingers rubbed and then dipped in and out of my sticky, warm hole. “Uhhhh, fuck …” I moaned.
“Good girl, because I’m going to fill you with a full load. Would you like that?”
“Yes!”
My grandad shuffled between my legs. His left hand reached under my body from the side and grabbed a hanging breast. He squeezed it while using his other hand to position his cock. I jolted and wiggled my bum slightly when he touched my lips and pushed into me. I then gasped and groaned a long, deep sigh when he pushed deeper and deeper, until he was buried to the hilt.
I grabbed a pillow and shoved my face into it. It was too hot to suffocate myself but he felt so good and deep I knew it was going to be a loud one.
He started thrusting in and out. My grandad was fucking my pussy. I lost all dignity and self respect as I completely submitted to the incestual pleasure I began to experience. Like a bitch in heat for real, I screamed into my pillow as he grabbed my hips and fucked me like a guy forty years his junior.
I didn’t need to rub my clit, neither did my grandad. His thick cock was all I needed to make me climax. He fucked me hard, dominantly, and with vigour.
“So tight! So wet! So fucking hot and naughty!” he grunted behind me. “Cum for me, Alice. Come on grandads old, thick cock!”
My screams into the pillow grew louder and louder. I needed to breath so bad that when I started to cum I lifted my head and cried out in ecstasy. I begged my grandad to keep going. He chuckled and gave me what I needed. Without letting up for a second, he kept on fucking my pussy until I spasmed out of control.
Whimpering in post orgasm bliss, my grandad pulled out of me and told me get on my back.
“I want to look into your eyes when I fill you with cum,” he said.
Complying with his instruction, I threw myself onto my back and wiped my sweaty brow.
“It’s hotter than normal today hey, Alice,” he chuckled, lifting my legs onto his shoulders and penetrating me once more. “I knew one day I’d get the chance to fuck this hot body of yours. I always knew you’d be an obedient little slut!”
His dirty talk drove me crazy with lust. This should never happen in any realm of the universe, but it was happening, and I wanted him to make me cum again before he finally filled me with his load.
He grabbed my tits with both hands and groaned. My grandad was fucking me karkamış escort and staring into my green eyes whilst playing with my big tits. How can something so morally wrong feel so damn good? I thought.
I could barely move because my legs were wrapped around his head with his body weight pinning my tilted pelvis to the bed. Trapped while he groped and squeezed my tits, I moaned and begged him to fuck me hard.
My grandad grinned at my submission and wantonness. He then suggested I should meet some of his friends one weekend. He said we’d make a great porno together and that he could easily get five guys who’d happily fulfil my fantasy with him.
I nodded, not really taking him serious as he fucked me deep and hard. Sensing he was going to cum soon, I played along.
“I’d love that grandad. Our little secret. You and your friends using me and then covering me in cum.”
“Yes, Alice. You really would look like a naughty slut. Dress you up in your old school uniform with lingerie. Mmmmm, I can see you now getting all your holes filled with hard, old mens cock. Ahhhh yes! Mmmmm here it comes!”
My grandads breathing grew very short. He panted and gasped in short, sharp breaths above me. He was working hard, I had to credit his stamina. His old, hairy legs slammed against the backs of my young, soft ones as he drove into me.
“Look into my eyes, Alice, and come one more time for your grandad! Let’s come together!”
“Oh, yes, grandad … fuck me!” I screamed, staring deep into his eyes.
I could see the determination and hard work all over his face. Perspiration spotted his forehead but he didn’t slow down.
“Cum inside me!” I cried out. “Make me cum!”
With a deep grunt, my grandad lunged into me and kept his cock buried deep inside my young womb. I then felt him stiffen up, his cock feeling as if it had just grown and extra inch. Then came the twitching sensation, followed by a sticky warmth being pumped deep inside of me. It was all I needed to bring me off again.
Knowing I have a cock ejaculating inside my pussy is always enough to trigger an orgasm in me, but knowing it was my grandad filling my pussy with cum was on another level of delicious depravity.
When he eventually stopped cumming and pulled out, my grandad held my legs open and watched his load trickle out of me. I clenched my pussy muscles and made an embarrassing squirting sound. I laughed with a blush as he grinned and enjoyed the sight of his thick, creamy load pouring out of me and onto my no longer clean bedsheets. Like squeezing a drenched, dripping sponge, I clenched again and again until his load was out of me.
“That’s fantastic, Alice. My favourite cream pie ever!”
The next morning when I went for a run I caught my neighbour leaving for work.
“Morning, Alice,” he greeted me.
“Good morning, Neil.”
“I’m surprised you have enough energy to go running today,” he smirked, opening his car door.
“Huh?” I frowned.”
“Sounds like your boyfriend gave you a good work out yesterday afternoon,” he winked, before climbing into his car.
Wanting to curl up into a ball and die, I put my earphones in and ran down the street. As soon as I turned off the pavement and into the park, I had to stop as I burst into laughter.
“My boyfriend!” I laughed to myself.
Two weeks later, chilling in my bedroom post heatwave. The rain was lashing down. My phone rang. I looked at the screen and saw it was my grandad …
“Hi, grandad,” I shivered.
“Hello, Alice,” he sounded chirpy. “With your mother and grandma out of town, what are your plans this evening?”
“Urm, well, not much with this weather. I was going to watch Netflix and chill. Why?” I trembled.
“Do you still have your old school uniform?”
“Ye … yeah, somewhere,” I stuttered.
“And do you have any black lingerie? You know, stockings etc.”
“Yes, but, grandad, I think …”
“Excellent, Alice. Now show grandad what a good girl you are again and bring it over.”
“But, grandad, I …”
“Come on now, Alice. I have some friends over for a few beers watching the match. You’d be very welcomed,” he chuckled.
“Some friends?”
“Yes. Harold, Jack, Tommy, Andrew, George, and me of course.”
“Oh, urm, let me think about it.”
“What’s there to think about, Alice? Don’t make us come round to you,” he joked, but I knew he wasn’t joking.
“Not tonight, grandad. I don’t feel very well,” I lied. “Maybe next week?”
“I understand. I hope you get well soon. Goodnight, love.”
“Goodnight, grandad.”
I ended the call and slumped onto my bed. I was planning on another date with my hairbrush that evening. But now the call had ended I began to wonder.
It would be a night of a lifetime. Well, sexually at least. If my grandad could trust his friends then surely I could to. All I had to do was get changed and drive over to my grandads. I could be there within the hour.
“No,” I muttered to myself. “No! No! No! No! No!” I then shouted.
As I stood up from my bed and walked downstairs to pour a stiff drink, an icy shiver darted up the length of my spine.
“Could I do this? I asked myself.
An hour later I was stood at the front door to my grandparents house. I knocked loudly and waited anxiously. The door opened but I didn’t recognise the old man who opened it.
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