The Graduation Party Invitation
By Mr.Drew
(MMM/F)
On my way home from my job as a lifeguard at the local pool, I stopped at the end of the driveway to get the mail.
Mom would not be home for hours yet and dad would never be home again.
Dad was a long-haul truck driver and when a driver of a pickup truck fell asleep at the wheel and veered into dad’s lane, the resultant crash killed my dad too. Additionally killing the family of 5 in the SUV and the two old men in the pickup that dad’s semi-truck crushed when it went off the bridge where the initial accident happened.
Yes, life sucks sometimes. I try to look past that.
Hmmm, what is this? I wonder what this is addressed to me, a heavy gauge paper envelope, greeting card size. An invitation?
I set aside the rest of the mail and worked the flap open. The card inside was embossed, heavy paper inscribed with an elegant font.
You are cordially invited
To
A graduation celebration
For our daughter Constance Rainne McGwire
It also listed a date and time that I won’t be showing.
Hmmm, Rainne is my best friend, and this invitation is a surprise because I thought that she was not going to be back from her trip to France for the exchange program. The trip was setup thought our government class and was a contest with all the schools in our district. She was one of the 5 students that made the cut on the test scores and the essay that she wrote.
The date listed is a week before she is supposed to be home.
I flipped the card over, there was more on the back:
Please don’t discuss this party with anyone, it is a surprise party, and we don’t want Constance to find out about it beforehand. Her mother will be bringing her from the airport after we all get the community center prepared.
We look forward to sharing our daughter’s special night will you.
Thomas and Sylvia McGwire
P.S. the AC in the community center is broken and does not look to be repaired before the party, please wear cool clothing as we don’t know how hot it will be that evening.
Ok, so it’s a surprise party. That makes more sense. I guess the week of sightseeing was canceled so they were coming back early.
I grabbed my cell phone and called the #2 favorite contact, Rainne’s land line. #1 was her cell phone that I was not supposed to call unless it was an emergency, she did not have international calling on her cell plan so it would be very expensive.
“Hello?” Rainne’s dad, Thomas answered.
“Hello, Mr. McGwire. Its Andi Smith. I don’t know if I was supposed to RSVP or not, but I would love to come to the party. Do you know how many people will be at the party?”
“Oh, Hi Andi. The house has been quiet without you and Constance around for the last several weeks, I guess I need to get used to it now that the two of you will be going off to college in the fall.”
“Yes, I miss her too.”
“Good to hear that you will be able to attend the party. There will probably be about 30 people all together. I don’t know if you saw or not, but the AC is out and it’s been so hot already this year I want to make sure everyone knows to dress light, to help stay cool. We are going to bring fans, but it gets so stuffy in there in the summer, that’s why we had the AC installed. It’s really too bad the broken part is on back order.”
“So, t-shirt and shorts?”
“Yes, that sounds good. I just looked at the extended forecast and it’s calling for it to be in the upper 90’s that day. Sucks but that’s the day the flight arrives.”
“Oh, that sounds like we will be hot a sweaty all right, maybe I should bring my water bottle too.”
“No need, we will have water and other adult beverages available.”
“Mr. McGwire, I’m not old enough to drink.”
“Well, I want to be a modern dad. Plus, I know you and Constance got smashed the night of Ricky’s birthday party last month.”
“So much for being sneaky.”
“Well, we probably would not have found out if she wasn’t up for an hour at 2AM puking it all out.”
“I told her not to do that last shot with Ricky. If I wasn’t there to save her, she probably would have been letting Ricky fuck her all night. Oops, sorry. TMI.”
“It’s alright Andi, honestly I suspected as much and the only reason her mother let her go was that she knew that you would take care of her.”
“Thank you, Mr. McGwire. She is my best friend.”
“True, so true. So, see you Saturday night?”
“Yes, I would not miss it.”
“Don’t tell anyone, I know that if the wrong people find out they will ruin the surprise for Constance and I don’t want that to happen, I worked so hard on this party.”
“I’ll keep it to myself.”
“You should call me Tom now that you are an adult, and Mr. McGwire just makes me feel old.”
“OK, Tom. I’ll see you Saturday.”
I was in my beat up crappy old Toyota Corolla driving down the dirt road to the Community Center. I was in a crop top and loose terry shorts because it was fucking 99 degrees out and I was damn near dripping in sweat even though I took a shower right before I left.
My hair was in a ponytail to keep it off my neck and it was just too hot to put on makeup.
I pulled into the gravel parking lot and shut off my car. The temperature inside the car immediately went up like 20 degrees. The AC in my car didn’t do much anymore, but apparently it still did something.
One of the other dads from school was sitting on his tailgate with a sweating beer, so I gave him a wave.
“Hi Andi. Everyone is inside, we only expect a few more. Go on inside.”
I opened the door with a squeak and went in. All the lights were off, and the windows were blacked out with something making it very dark. Yup, surprise party.
I jumped when I felt the hand on my shoulder just as the door closed.
“Relax, it’s only me” I heard Mr. McGwire, ah, Tom, say.
“Crap, you scared me Mr…Ah, Tom.”
“Sorry sweety” he said and flicked on a small lantern. “Sit down please, I would like to show you something and then have a short discussion.”
“Ah, sure.”
I sat at the small table in the entry way, he sat across and handed me a card, similar to the invitation. I looked at him, one eyebrow raised.
“Well, ready for it beautiful.”
That’s kinda flirty coming from my best friend’s father. I glanced down at the card and felt my stomach drop. It read:
Sorry, but this is not a party for Constance.
It’s a party for you, well, for us really.
We are all fathers from the school, some of us you know some you don’t, but we all know you.
We have watched you play basketball; we have watched you play volleyball.
We have admired you at the pool in your Baywatch red one piece,
blowing the whistle at out misbehaving kids.
We want the opportunity to watch you blow something else.
I looked up at Tom, pale and afraid now.
“Andi, you are pale as a ghost. It’s fucking sneaky and perverted, no doubt but I was a friend of your dad too. Relax, sweetheart. Finish reading. Don’t worry, I’m here to make sure that if you chose not to participate that you are able to leave freely. Finish reading, it will be your decision, but I hope you say yes. My cock wants you to say yes.”
Why did him saying cock and that he wants to fuck me get me excited? I mean he is not bad to look at and most of the dads around here are farmers, not many are fat slobs. I swallowed had and went back to the card.
We are offering you the opportunity to trade for a full ride scholarship. We know your situation. We know that your mom is working hard to meet expenses even with your father’s insurance paying off most of the debts. We also know that you missed the cutoff for all the low-income scholarships and grants.
You would be trading your body for schooling and the possibility to graduate entirely debt free, something few students now get to enjoy. That in itself is a leg up on your future. Many who graduate now are burdened with debt for 20-30 years just to pay off school, much less a car or home.
The details are as follows:
Give us your pussy to fill with cum and we will cover your tuition.
Give us your mouth and swallow what we give you and we will cover a full meal plan.
Give us your ass to fill with cum and we will pay your dorm costs.
Give us your body to make ‘air-tight’ and we will give you $200 a week in spending money for anything else.
We would expect from you:
Three times per semester you would be available to us for an uninterrupted period of 24-72 hours.
Three times over the summer break you would be available 24-72 hours.
We would provide transportation, food, drink and lodging for each adventure. You will be fed, cared for and pampered when we are not using you during our adventures.
Many of the men will want/like you to role play their daughter while fucking you, this is optional and you can decline.
You at all times have the right and ability to say NO. To something specific or to it all.
If you chose to ‘walk away’ anything you have ‘earned’ to that point will be yours free and clear.
If you party with us until you graduate we will give you a new car of our choosing.
You will be expected to maintain a 3.0 average to continue this arrangement. This should not be difficult for you based on your high school transcript.
You will have up to five years to graduate. Take as many or as few classes as you wish as long as your class load keeps you on track to graduate within the 5-year period.
We hope you will say YES to the arrangement and party with us. We have been hard and dripping for you since Tom proposed the arrangement and worked out all the financials of the deal. Many of us have had dirty thoughts about you far longer than that.
Now I was flabbergasted, amazed, turned-on and shocked.
I knew that most of the boys in my class and many of the younger ones too, or older ones in past years, would give their left nut to pull me under the bleachers and fuck the shit out of me.
Something that I may or may not have done with one, or three of them.
Not at the same time, perverts!
It may not have always been under the bleachers either. OK, I’m not a virgin. I have been fucked in both holes at least once, though again, not at the same time. I have sucked and I have swallowed.
I may have let someone, no names, cum on my face and possibly take a picture of it. Probably not a good decision, but I’m sure I am not the first, nor the last to do it.
But could I do this? Did I even want to?
The financial aspect was certainly tempting, basically full ride scholarship plus benefits.
Damit, Financial benefits, fucking perverts!
Though to be honest with you and myself, the other benefits were temptation too.
Damn it.
Damn my dripping excited pussy.
I looked up at Tom to find him studying my face intently, and now that I thought about it, I had ‘felt’ him watching me the entire time. Could he read me like a book. I was damn near sisters with his daughter, he probably could.
Could he tell I was leaning toward ‘yes’?
His mouth curled up into a naughty smile as he waited. Why was the chair wet? Fuck, was I wet? So, wet I was leaking on the chair?
Fuck I was.
Was I going to let my cunt decide to do this?
“Dummy, your brain said yes to the ‘scholarship’ 10 minutes ago” my argumentative side yelled at me.
So, if financially I was already a yes, and my cunt was yes, then who was going to say no?
“If I say yes, does that make me a whore and a prostitute?” I asked Tom.
“On paper you will be the recipient of Greg Smith and Friends Memorial Scholarship for Exemplary students. You were the only one who applied. Technically however, yes, probably. Does that make it better or worse?”
Greg Smith was Toms grandfather, Rainne’s great grandfather. I remember meeting him once before he died, it was bout 6th grade.
“I’m not sure.”
My head was swimming. The implications, the consequences, could I make this choice. Fuck it was so hot in here, I could hardly breathe. Then I heard a sharp intake of breath and realized that I felt marginally cooler.
I looked and Tom again only to see that his mouth had dropped open like he was trying to catch flies.
Then I looked at my hand. Fuck, my shirt was in my hand, and I was not wearing a bra as it was so hot I figured there was no way my nipples would harden under my shirt.
I was topless in from of my best friend’s father.
Then I heard the sound of zipper teeth unlocking one another, looking up I watched Tom unzip his shorts and pull out a cock that was larger than any that I had seen in person to that point. It was not huge, but it was hard and red and dripping, just like the note card said.
I was barely aware that as I watched him gently stroke his hand up and down that cock that I stood and dropped my shorts, followed by the transparent, tiny panties that I used to be wearing.
I was now naked in front of my best friend’s father, someone I have known nearly since kindergarten.
I was like a visitor in my own body as I listened to my own voice say “Take off those shorts, let me see you.”
“Fuck me, you are a god damn angel” Tom said as he both gawked at me and move to obey.
“If I am damned by god wouldn’t that make me a devil?”
“With a perfect little body like that, no you are an angel, a gift from god to mankind. But I won’t count it against you if you ACT like a devil and suck me off.”
It was still as if I was not in control of my own body as I felt myself move forward and drop to my knees between his legs and moved his fingers off the shaft, replacing them with my own.
This I knew, I have sucked cock before. I have enjoyed the feeling of power and control, being in a submissive position, kneeling between his legs, but fully in control of his pleasure.
I realized my own moisture was leaking down my thighs as I dropped my mouth over that cock and tasted the salty, slightly bitter fluid that was leaking out of it like a faucet with a leaky washer.
“Oh god! Your touch is magic, forbidden and naughty. I have imagined this for so long. I have blown countless loads using my hands and imagining this exact thing but fuck, you feel so much better.”
“Mmmmm” I said pulling off him, “Are you going to cum for me daddy?”
“FUCKKKKKKK!” he cried out and shot all over my face before I could even get him back into my mouth.
I dove down on that spurting cock as deep as I could, honestly, I kinda slipped and fell forward and the hard throbbing cock choked me briefly spurting cum into my sinuses before popping down my throat making me heave on it repeatedly.
I felt Tom grab the back of my head and press me hard into his groin.
“Fucking take that cum, Abbi, take it all, drink it down baby. Fuck I have waited so long to do this to you, you hot dirty whore!”
I don’t know why, but those words, yelled at me while I was gaging and choking on his cock, cum going right down my throat, it made me cum. I could not fucking believe it as I shook in orgasm as I simultaneously felt my face reddening from absence of air.
I shook on my knees, orgasm and light fading, accepting the cock and the cum down my throat, relaxing into Toms groin.
“Oh Abbi, so good, so fucking good little girl” he called out, nearly crying from sensual overload.
I was feeling wobbly and sort of collapsed to the side as the world started to fade as the cock kept twitching in my throat.
“Hey, McG, dude. You have to let her breathe, the rest of us don’t want to fuck her cold dead body.”
“Shit, shit, shit” Tom said as he shot one last dribble down my throat and gently pried my face off his cock by my pony tail. “Fuck, I could not stop cuming. She sucks better even than she looks.”
“I find that had to believe” said the guy that was siting on his tailgate in the parking lot, “she is the hottest senior at the school, has been for years.”
“I have to admit that she is hotter than my own Constance, I don’t know why but you are right.”
“Rainne is very fuckable too, buddy. I would not throw her out of my bed for eating crackers.”
“That phrase is older than both of us, but still true. Abbi, are you OK? I think you have cum running out of your nose.”
“Yes, my head and belly are full of it. You blew like Mt. St. Helens.”
“Abbi, I thought you were sexy before but seeing you naked on the floor with cum dripping out of your nose. It would be so hot if you let me jack off and add to it.”
“Go for it stud. I have a feeling this is just the beginning” I said and then sneezed, spraying cum everywhere.
“Fuck you sexy little bitch, you got cum all over my pants so here, take mine on your face!”
He blasted my face in about 30 seconds, cuming all over both eyes.
“You covered my eyes completely you dirty old man.”
“I’m not that old.”
“You are old enough to be Krista’s father.”
“So you do know who I am.”
“I do, should I tell Krista that you plastered my face?”
“Please no.”
“I gather that is going to be a stipulation of my ‘scholarship’?”
“Well, it would be hard to fund if the nature of the arrangement got out.” Tom said, “also I have this for you. Some of the fathers want to remain anonymous for now. That may not be possible in the future, should you chose to continue, but for now…”
He held out a black silk scarf meant to cover my eyes.
“Go for it, stud” I said and sucked his softening cock into my mouth when he moved close enough.
“Damn it, fuck you feel good, but I have to wait for my next turn.”
I made a pouty face that made Mr. Nelson, who just came over my face laugh.
“Don’t pout, sexy girl. You will have all the cock you can handle in a few minutes.”
The jury was still out on whether I was fully on bord with becoming a whore for half the community, but fuck my dirty little cunt was sloppy. If I tried to rub one out it would probably get frothy like I had rabies down there. Ok, so my body was on board with the promised cock fest.
Tom was tying my blindfold tight.
“Tom, you didn’t wipe off the cum.”
“The blindfold should soak it up. Let’s get your sexy naked ass in the other room and get the fucking started. We are going to fill you so full of cum you are going to look like you fell in a vat of cool whip.”
That made me giggle.
“Can I have a beer before we start?”
“You heard her. Someone get our naked sexy little whore a beer and we can get started on the fucking.”
“What you are not even going to try to turn me on first?” I said, teasing, as I slammed down the beer.
“Honey” someone called out, “If you get any more turned on you are going to slip. We can all see how wet you are.”
I could now see some light sources, so I assume I was fully in view of many of the men in the community. Men who had watched me play volleyball and basketball for years, possibly. Men I knew and men I possibly didn’t know.
Fuck, would I ever be able to show my face again? If it wasn’t so fucking hot, I would have shivered as a chill ran down my back.
I was about to get fucked, seriously fucked. Fucked by horny teased men.
“Somebody is getting stage fright, look at that sexy body shake”
“Damn Tom, is that cum all over her face? Get started without us?”
“That’s not all me, blame Kraig, the sexy little whore swallowed most of mine she was so excited to get started. Fucking slut deepthroated me. First time, fuck it felt great. I’m ashamed to say her sexy 18 year old throat got me off in less than half a minute.”
“Fuck dude, that’s about 25 seconds longer than I would have lasted.” Someone called out to laughter.
“How do you want her first?” Tom asked.
Most called out “knees” but there where a few calls for “back” and one deep distinctive voice called for “Head down ass up doggy…and a bottle of lube.”
Fuck! My principle is here and wants for ass rape me right off the bat. Fuck!
Well, he is cute enough. His daughter graduated 5 years before me and I knew them both because she came back for two years to coach JV volleyball. The problem in my mind anyway was the guy is 6’5” and ALWAYS has a massive bulge in his pants. It never changes size so the consensus around school was that he is either hard all the time every day, or the dude is fucking massive and that’s his soft state.
That was the last I had to ponder anything for a while as I was pressed to my knees on some kind of mat or cushion and presented with cocks from all angles. Rubbing the hair on the back of my head. Someone must have grabbed my pony tail and was jacking off with it as my head was occasionally jerked back. I had a hard dripping cock in each hand and several poking and slapping at my face.
“Can we form a line or something? I can’t see, so I cant suck if the cocks are moving around constantly.”
“Our pretty little whore has a point, a stiff one, one in each hand in fact” that caused another round of laughter.
“She has a good idea. Form a line. She can service three of us at a time, four if someone wants to mess with that cute fucking pony tail, but be polite to the guy in her mouth and don’t yank on her head, she might accidentally bite and we wouldn’t want that now would we.” Tomas said, taking control again. I thnk this was all his doing.
“I won’t bite unless asked as long as no one pulls my hair or hits me with a cock in my mouth.”
“So, if you don’t have a cock in your mouth we can pull your hair and hit you?”
More laughter.
“I don’t see why not, within reason, I plan to earn my ‘scholarship’.”
“I wish my wife had her attitude; I wouldn’t have to grovel all the time.”
“If you have to beg, you are doing something wrong Mr. Harcourt. If you give her the attention and orgasms she deserves she will be begging you.” I commented. Sherry from my class is his daughter, her tight ass was on my volleyball team.
“Why should I take an 18 year old about to be fucked like a whore’s word for that.”
“Because she is most likely right Brock, maybe she has something to teach you, she has always been on the ‘A’ honor roll after all.” Principle Alijoki commented. He had always been nice to me even if I more than one caught him staring at my ass.
On the other hand, that seemed to be a common theme with anyone who had a cock and a few who don’t, like Principle Alijoki’s daughter, Angela, who had coached me in volleyball, and spent a fair amount of time studying my posterior in practice, though she was all business doing our matches.
“Does she swallow” someone I thought I recognized asked.
That made Tom laugh. “Fuck, she swallowed my whole cock so she didn’t have the option.”
“I overhear my son Greg talking on the phone when he thought he was home alone and according to that conversation she does.”
“Spitters are quitters” I called out after pulling off the cock in my mouth, “And Abbi Smith is not a quitter, Mr. Mannola” So I recognized another one of my men.
I recognized by feel Toms cock in my mouth next so I looked up at him (could not see him, blindfold remember) “Were you telling the truth when you said thirty guests? Was that including me?”
“You deserve an answer to that I suppose as we did make it hard for you to see us to count but yes, 30 men not including you, little miss cum dump.”
“Thank you for answering my question, and I guess that last bit is an accurate description of my job tonight. You going to dump in my throat again Mr. Tom? Does this make you my pimp?”
“What a naughty little slut” someone called out.
“Let’s go with Manager and Financial Advisor” the last was his actual title, he worked for a company that provided that service.
I pulled his cock out of my throat and after a breath responded, “Then Mr. Manager, I want a gold necklace that says, ‘Adult Performer’ and a choker that says ‘whore’ so I have one for every day and one for our gatherings.”
“So, you plan to go through with this? All the way?”
“Yes”
“30 men of various sized in all your holes? Going for the spending money too?
I was unable to answer with his cock pumping cum down my throat.
I think it was about 45 minutes later when I thought that each of the 30 had cum in my mouth or on my face. I knew that my face was dripping, and I am certain it was not all sweat, though there was a fair about of that too. My stomach had a sloshy feel to it, but I was too fucking turned on to give it much thought.
Next, still blindfolded I was laid on my back on a nice soft honest to God bed. Here I figured that I would be laid down right on the dirty old linoleum floor of the community center. The bed was a nice touch, though I had no idea how they got it there and how they would get it out unnoticed.
Now I was fucked missionary. I have no reference to know for how long but I came with the first penetration and then about every third after.
I called for water or beer every so often and was given what I asked for with minimal delay each time.
I think that 6 came inside me this round, so many were holding out for more fun.
About halfway through they started feeding me fruit. Strawberries, pineapple, grapes, and raspberries, I think. Some just sensually fed me the fruit, rubbing in on my lips and tongue before letting me chew and swallow. Then someone started wiping the fruit on my face and chest. Scooping up the cum I think, before feeding it to me.
That resulted in several comments like “Look at her swallow.”
There were a handful of the men that liked to caress my throat as I swallowed, like they were in awe of the action my throat made as I swallowed. Some after that started caressing my face too, that was very sensual when done correctly. Well both the throat and the face.
When that round was finished, I was sat up as they took turns caressing my breasts and my back as someone fed me meat and cheese cubes, again slow and sensual.
I was starting to feel like at least some of these men were using this as a masterclass in loving a woman and I felt cared for and loved, not so much like a whore.
Then I thought about the provision for the spending money, that is when I was going to feel like a whore, I thought.
Then I was moved into doggy on the bed.
“Now both lower holes are available for this round” Thomas explained, “Now I should not have to tell you that anyone who choses ass had better take it slow and gentle. This young lady who is being so generous with her body in exchange for us opening our wallets to give her a bright future, is still my daughters best friend. I will tell you that I will fuck up anyone who hurts her, just as if she were my actual daughter.”
There were some murmurs from the crowd from that.
“I concur and will back him up. Regardless of the fact that her body could have been designed by the devil to tempt us to the dark side, I happen to know that the young woman who inhabits this body is a very sweet and caring person. She has a bright future ahead of her and I will not let any of you let her feel like this is a rape. Understood?” That was Principle Alijoki speaking.
Tom cleared his throat, “As for rape, simulated role play at least, is a possibility for a future event or possibly individual outings. They are fully voluntary and have no bearing on our financial agreement in any way except possibly for the car when she graduates, assuming we treat her well enough to continue that far.”
“She has been worth every penny so far.”
Shit that was Randolph Campton, Rainne’s grandfather on her mother’s side.
“Ain’t that the truth Randy, a sweet sexy little morsel. I want that asshole bad, but I know how to do it right. The wife made sure I knew that I have one chance to hurt her when fucking her ass and I will have to look elsewhere for sex. So, I got to the point I can make her cum twice before is blow up her ass.”
Fuck! That was Gerald McGwire, Rainne’s other grandfather. And he was talking about ass fucking his sweet little wife. Who would have thought.
He continued, “I would suggest that I and anyone else who has a lot of ass fucking experience go first in that hole, so we can open her up gently and make it better for her. Some sluts bodies can’t take anal without pain, so we need to try to be gentle or it will be “Hole closed for business.”
“Good plan” Tom answered, “Objections? No, ok, who besides Gerry counts themselves an anal expert? And Joe, I know how bad you want to bugger her tight little volleyball asshole, you are going last dude, just in case you accidentally kill her.”
Oh fuck, that’s right. Principal Joe wants my asshole, he alluded to that when we were getting started and it sounds like the ‘he was soft but very large’ opinion is the correct one. Does that mean that he hasn’t even put it in me yet?
“Ah, Principle Alijoki, Sir?”
“Yes Miss Smith, Abbi?”
“Have I even touched your cock yet?”
Someone called out “I can hear the fear in her voice.”
“No, I did cum on your face though, your very pretty face. I will admit, I was able to keep my lust out of school until the first time I saw my daughter watching your ass in volleyball practice, I was a goner after that. I would have to go home and rub one out every time I caught you in a game or at practice. Even after that I could hardly wait for my wife to come home and fuck her. You broke me, you sexy little thing.”
“I’m sorry that I teased you, even if I was not aware that I was doing it. Please may I feel what I will be taking up my ass later?”
Several gasps around the room.
“You have no idea what you are saying Abbi” said someone who I thought might be Kerry Savijoki – Callie’s father.
Callie, who played on the varsity team, basketball and volleyball, the last two years even though she was a freshman the first year. She was by far our best player in both sports. Her father was average hight and looked to be only average build. His wife, who played for Duke in college towered over him and easily outweighed him. She was like 6’4” and obviously that’s where Callie got her 6’2” height from.
One by one I was learning who my benefactors were.
“Yes, you may feel me” Joe said, suddenly right before me. I sat up and felt for his cock. At first, I thought it was his leg.
“Look at her face, she is terrified and excited at the same time, fucking glorious. We have to video it if she lets Big Joe ass fuck her, it would be a crime not to.” That had to be Michael McGwire, Rainne’s uncle, one of her father’s brothers.
I was feeling the cock with both hands. It was like a fucking coffee mug, so hard in the middle but soft on the outside and the precum was pouring out the massive flared head.
“If this thing goes even head deep in my poor little asshole, you have permission to record it and even post it on PornHub so long as you can’t tell who I am and I get to approve the video first. This thing is like a fucking telephone pole.”
“Are you serious Abbi, you want us to record it?”
“Yes, uncle Michael, if this goes in my ass I wasn’t a record of it. If could be the greatest accomplishment of my life.”
“You fucking got that right. I would lock my wife in the basement if I ever caught her feeling big cock the way you are dirty little girl.” Not sure yet who that is but it tickles a memory in my brain.
“No, I am not a little girl” I snapped sharply at him, “I am a young woman. As of today, I am a paid whore, but I will not be called names in that tone of voice…or I will tell your wife and Della that you fucked me, Mr. Aapro, Ted.”
“Oh fuck, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it that way. My wife always tells me I need to watch my tone.”
“Apology accepted” I called out to laughter that quickly died out to silence as I forced the huge head of Joe’s cock into my mouth, stretching my lips painfully.
But I got it in, and took it as deep as I could, which seemed to be about 4 inches, far less than half. Fuck!
“God damn, look at her take that cock in her mouth. It looks like her lips are about to split open.”
“Fuck you are good Miss Smith. That’s the first mouth I have been in since I was 12 and I talked the babysitter into blowing me. She was a sweet little piece, let me tell you but she would not let me fuck her, she was terrified of it even then. She loved sucking out my juicy surprise as she called it though. I was heartbroken when mom decided I was old enough to be home alone. Fuck, I actually cried.”
He bent to my ear and whispered to me, “Would you believe my luck, I eventually married her younger sister. She gave me a good luck hand job at my wedding reception. Even so I got my wife pregnant with Angela that very night.”
“Is that true Principal Joe?”
“Every word.”
“How does your wife take this, she is tiny.”
“I promised her never to tell. However, if you really what to know you should ask her.”
“She knows?”
“She does. I told her right away when I got infatuated with you years ago. She approved of this, though the guys don’t know that I shared this with her, and she would appreciate it if it stays that way.”
“Yes, sir. I won’t tell.”
He stood up.
“What do you think, Miss Smith? Will it fit?”
“Joe, I don’t know, I can’t even imagine it, but I’m not going to say no until I tried it, not a quitter.”
“It’s ok to say no, I know that I am a freak of nature.”
“Nope, not going to say no, not until I try it.”
“You are exceptionally stubborn, and I thought smart. Now I’m not so sure, but I pray that it fits. I think I will get an early look at heaven if we get even the head in.”
He bent to my ear again, “My wife will be your number one fan on PornHub if you get that far, I will be a close second, though most of the views will probably be both of us watching together, she can’t get me in there and it’s not from a lack of trying.
“Alright, enough whispering over there, I want to get my cock into that tasty tidbit again.”
“Relax Mr. Shahan. Are you fucking me or Kami, in your mind that is.”
“Even blindfolded this slut is too fucking smart for her own good.”
“I could have told you that, had you asked” Joe said taking away my toy, but not before I forced it into my mouth once more and licked as much of the head as I could.
“Get back on our knees, Abbi slut.”
“Yes, daddy, are you going to fuck your little Kami in the puss or the ass? Which one daddy?” I teased Mr. Shahan, shaking my ass at him. He just growled in response and roughly slammed into my pussy and grabbed my ponytail and started fucking me hard.
“Yes, daddy, fuck me daddy, fuck me hard and make me cum daddy, fuck your little Kami!”
“Fucking bitch, take my hot cum, I hope you get pregnant you hot slut!”
Less than a minute and I had him filling my little pussy with his cum. I’m so naughty, more than I ever realized.
Then it was a blur again. Fucked, and fucked and fucked.
The first few anal fucks were slow, and I was able to take them just fine. It was not my FIRST time after all, well maybe second…and now I don’t even know how many.
I orgasmed and orgasmed until the room was spinning and I had to call for a hold and some food.
“Can you eat a hamburger with the blindfold on?” Tom asked as I lay curled in a ball on the bed, still shaking with overstimulation.
“I can try, shouldn’t be too hard as long as you don’t care if I make a mess.”
“Doll, you are already a mess, I wouldn’t worry about a little ketchup.”
I ate the hamburger, delicious, or I was starving, or both. Then I slowly drank a beer while chatting with Joe about his daughter Angela and how her college career went. I learned that she graduated in 4 and a half years and was lucky enough to turn her internship into a job with an Internet Marketing company. She had a tiny studio apartment but was able to make large payments on her student loans so she was right where she wanted to be right now.
After finishing my beer, I had another yummy hamburger and another beer (burrrrrrrrp! Ahh, better), several of the men offered to give me a sponge bath, well, they could not find any clean sponges, so would a washcloth bath work?
“Yes, please.”
For the next bit of time (someone said 54 minutes) I was given the most thorough washing I have ever received. I was washed everywhere. And I mean everywhere. Think IN my asshole and IN my vagina. I have never before that I am aware of had someone else brush my teeth, but they did that too.
With each area there seemed to be five to six people who wanted to verify I was clean there, fortunately they were very gentle, or I would have been skinless by the time they all finished with me.
Then I was pushed over and eaten alive. Literally eaten, well, licked, but it’s usually called eaten when it’s your cunt or asshole that’s being tended to.
Resulting of corse in several more orgasms, each orgasm meaning that someone else needed to verify the work done before. I was informed that this took an additional hour and 45 minutes and resulted in me ebing a quivering mess again.
“Ahh, I have to pee please.”
“It’s going to seem a little bit odd, but you can pee in my mouth.”
I know that voice…
“You are Harmony’s father, Kirt Vakala. I always thought you were a little sus. I have never tried this but I’m willing if it spins your cursor. How do you want this.”
“We can’t fool you at all can we” Tom said from my right.
“I will lay on the floor, and you can sit on my face and feed me your golden juice.”
“I’m going to guess that you think, fantasize really, about this every time Harmony excuses herself to the restroom.”
“Ahhh, yes, her, my wife and her sister.”
“Harmony’s sister or your wife’s?”
“Both”
“So, who is your favorite fantasy partner.”
“That’s easy if shameful, Harmony, her tiny tight little ass really turns me on. But I don’t want to bone her, I just want to worship on her juice.”
“Volleyball will give you a hot tight ass. So does your wife indulge your fetish?”
“I have been afraid to tell her about it.”
“So, you never even asked her to pee for you?”
“I love her too much, I’m afraid I will lose her. That she will think I am too twisted.”
“I would encourage you to be open and honest with her. Is it a deal breaker if she says no?”
“I love her regardless.”
“Tell her, life is short and unpredictable. I know that the hard way. Now, open up toilet boy, let your little Harmony pee in your mouth. I need you to drink it all, don’t spill any or little tight ass Harmony will not pee for you anymore.”
“Yes, mistress Harmony. Your toilet slave is ready for his gift.”
I watched the poor little fraidy cat get harder and harder as I drained my bladder directly into his mouth. To be fair he practically sucked it right out of me. He didn’t stop until I fed him some orgasmic squirt too as my eyes crossed and I nearly passed out form the orgasm.
The whole experience was what exorcism must feel like, the evil drained out replaced by incredible pleasure. I was floating by the time he was finished and luckily someone caught me before I fell and hit my head on the floor.
It wasn’t Kirt either, he was nearly passed out too, his own cum covering him from groin to chin. Looking down I noticed that he got some on my stomach too, must have been the first explosion.
“You ok Abbi?” hmm, another voice I knew. Kevin McGwire, one of Rainne’s uncles.
“Hi Kevin. Please tell me, is Rainne’s entire male family here? I know I have guessed at least three others.”
“I told them the only chance we had was not to speak. I said “She’s just too fucking smart, she will know”, honestly I don’t care, you will find out if you keep it up. That’s the other thing I told them, if we can’t trust her how can we propose this in the first place."
"You really said all that about me?"
"I spend a fair amount of time with my brother, and in extension, we were around the same places a lot. Between perving on you and Rainne too for that matter, don’t tell him, please.”
“Kevin, I think he probably knows and either approves or trust the both of you.”
“You are probably right, little miss ‘A’ honor roll. You want to know something else that I told them.”
“Sure, why not. You make a very comfy chair, even if you are a bit to warm and sweaty.”
“Sweetness, I’m not the only one who is hot and sweaty. So, I told my brother and the rest that were at the planning meeting, ‘Abbi is clever and determined. Be cautious in this, if she sets her mind to it she will burn us to the ground like taking a flamethrower to a dry patch of thistles in August.”
I laughed at that but had to ask, “So how long has this ‘planning’ been going on?”
“Since the Christmas before last, so around 18 months.” Tom said offering me another beer.
“Getting me ready for Kirt again?”
“Just offering you a drink, that kind of thing is not my cup of tea. If he gets off on it, as long as he’s not asking my wife and daughters to do it, he’s good. How was it?”
“It was surprisingly erotic once I started, I was squeamish at first, I have never even considered anything like that before. By the end, fuck, he was amazing with his tongue. There was some connection in my brain with the emptying of my bladder and the orgasm that soon followed that actually made it amazing.”
“Wow, that does sound like you enjoyed it, he obviously did. I have never seen a man orgasm without physical stimulation, though I have read about it happening in online literature.”
“Literature?”
“OK, porn stories.”
So, Tom, tell me, you came up with this idea at Christmas just out of the blue? Wait, I was at your house on Christmas to give Rainne her gift, both this year and the past one.”
“Yes, yes you were. Do you remember your Christmas dress from the year in question?”
“Ahmm, yes. Red dress with gold snowflakes and white cutout tights also with snowflakes. Red strappy heels and a Santa had with a bell on. Mom said it was probably ‘a little old for you’ but it was the last gift my dad bought for me before the accident, even if I didn’t get it until after he was dead. How could I not wear it in his honor.”
“You are an amazing girl and a great daughter, and I should know. I told your dad more than one that I felt like you were my daughter too, you were here so much, eating with us, traveling with us. You have always been part of our family.” Tom said.
“That was always how I saw it too” Kevin added from behind me, he was still holding me possessively in his lap.
“I always wondered where you were when I saw Constance without you, you were so often a pair, yes we all considered you part of the family.”
That was Gerald, Rainne’s grandfather, Thomas, Kenvin and Michael’s father.
“I always thought of you as my niece too, until that dress. That fucking ‘fuck me’ dress. You were a vision in that dress, hot enough to give a dead man a hardon. My mistake was saying so out loud.”
That was Michael, the third bother. So, I was getting fucked by the entire family.
“Yes” Tom continued, “he commented on your fuckability and Constance was in hearing range. This was just after you left, she still wears the slippers you gave her that year by the way, and she told us…”
Michael cut in, “She told us you were a sexy and sensual young woman and that I should fuck her, you.”
“She did, about me?”
“She did” Michael answered, “Then I put my foot further into my mouth and said ‘she couldn’t handle me’ and she laughed in my face. So I said ‘what?’ she came back with and I quote ‘Bullshit, Uncle Mike, she could fuck you and 30 of your friends and when you all were limp and used she would ask ‘is that all you’ve got?’”
“No way, really, she said that about me?”
“She did, so I called bullshit on her” Michael added before being interrupted by Tom.
“She did and then she said and this is a quote too, as best I can remember: ‘I bet you my college fund from great grandpa that she would fuck 30 of you into the ground and walk away with her head high and a big shit eating grin on her face knowing that she bested you all.”
Michael jumped in again: “Then she smiled and winked at us and walked over to talk to her mother and my wife and I thought I was fucked and would be getting a divorce summons in the morning but nothing else was ever said about it again until Tom brought it up again the next Christmas and we seriously discussed the plan.”
Tom: “I couldn’t stop thinking about what Constance said so I asked her about it after new year’s, one evening when we happened to be home alone. She said she wasn’t kidding and that you had more sexual energy and drive than even you knew. Turn her crank and she would fuck you all to death.”
Again, I could not believe what I was hearing. Was my friend really this sassy and was I really this slutty?
“Then about a week later she told me that I should ask Gerald to arrange for you to get a scholarship out of my grandfather’s fund and pointed out that there was plenty of money available for another and it would still have plenty left for the next generation. With what happened to her father it would be a good thing to do.” Tom continued.
“So, he did talk to me about it.” Gerald said, “And she is correct. There is funding for more kids in this generation without depleting the legacy portion. I didn’t think that you would take it though, you would not accept a handout. Michael had confessed to me about putting his foot in his mouth in front of Constance and fearing his wife would divorce him, so I knew about her challenge. Tom here thought about it for a few minutes and I could see the evil glint in his eye but I could still hardly believe what he proposed, but it made my cock hard, particularly when he showed me a picture of you in the dress in question, standing next to Constance, looking like a fashion model or a Hollywood starlet.”
“And it went from there to today, slowly expanding from my two brothers and my father to the 30 we have today. Technically we are still one short of Constance’s bet, but I think that Principal Joe could count for two.” Tom finished.
“God yes, he should count for at least two” I said, “So is this out of the Legacy fund? Am I steeling from your family and future grandchildren?”
“See, I fucking told you she would not take it.” Gerald pointed out.
“You were right dad, so it’s a good thing we established a secondary fund to be filled by the 30 signatories to the fund, each and every one of the men here are paying out of pocket into the fund. They had two options, a large lump sum or a yearly fee, one is actually on a monthly payment plan but over half are fully invested right now and hoping to be invited to your graduation party. The actual public one. We may or may not be planning a private one too.”
Being half drunk and nearly 100% fucked out, I ran some loose calculations.
“I’m half drunk and more than half fucked but that seems to me to be bout $4,000 each. That’s a lot of money for a few nights for sex. Fuck, I’m officially a prostitute now.”
“That’s one way to look at it. Another is to look at it as a community taking care of one of their own. Every one of these guys knew your father and or your mother in one way or another. You guys got shafted by the insurance companies. There should have been enough from the settlement for you to fund this yourself. Several of us looked at the policies and the settlement as it was written. Lawyers were contacted. They all said that you got screwed, both you and your mother, but it would cost more in litigation that you would end up with, yes, you would win, but the lawyers would get all the new money. So, we came up with another way.”
Tom took over from his father: “All the wives know about the scholarship. Each was onboard for it. Most don’t know about our devious plan to get into your pants as a benefit. Also, as a way to convince you that you ‘earned’ the money.”
“Damn it Tom, you weren’t supposed to tell her, now she has the leverage to walk away, get all the funding and leave us with our dick hanging out.” Michael scolded his brother.
“Fuck it. I could not live with myself if I didn’t tell her. I don’t just say that I feel like she’s another daughter.” Tom responded.
“So you are a dirty incestuous fuck who came in all three of your ‘daughters’ hot holes? You were more than happy to blow your seed straight down her throat twice and now you are blowing it for the rest of us.” Michael accused. I guess he really liked fucking me and wanted it to continue.
I untied my silk blindfold and found that it was painfully glued to my face and my eyes.
“Fuck, damnit. Someone please help me with this it’s fucking glued to my face and my eyelids. Fuck my eyebrows too. Damnit am I gonna have a bald face when I get this off.”
“I guess you were right Abbi, I should have wiped off your face before putting on the blindfold. I was just so turned on my you that I could not think straight.” Tom said.
“Well get it off and leave me my eyelashes and my eyebrows and I will CONSIDER forgiving you for that, as for the rest, I want to look you all in the eye.” I growled at them.
There was some turning around.
Kevin, still holding me, managed to stand and take me with him and he sat us on the bed, still wrapped around me like a security blanket.
The way he was holding me and not letting go did make me feel loved and protected. Even when the dirty truth of it all was coming out he never loosened his embrace or tried to pull away.
Then I felt the washcloths were back, soaking my blindfold and washing me all over again. They must have had two buckets or something of water, one was warm, and one was cool. They washed me with the warm one and then used the cool one to cool my body in the sweltering room.
Simply the cooling effect made my brain work better and I calmed down and could think rationally again.
“Is this going to identify anyone that doesn’t want to be identified?” I asked, remembering part of the reason for the blindfold.
“No” Tom said, “its only my family. Everyone else has already gone home for the night, we were going to stay with you for the rest of the night and the activity was going to resume in the morning.”
“We are here too.”
That was Randolf Campton, Rainne’s mothers’ father.
“Do you mean uncle Alex and uncle Eddie too, Grandpa Randy?” I asked.
“Yes” Eddie said.
“I’m here too,” said Alex.
“I have always wondered, who was the Van Halen fan?”
“My departed wife Connie, she just loved the band, drug me all over the country to their concerts. Not that I ever complained, I mean they are a great band, but the best part was she always fucked me like I was one of the ones onstage after every concert. Those were the only days she was my three hole slut.”
“Fuck, Dad, TMI” Alex said.
“I did not need to know that about mom, now I will never be able to listen to ‘Hot for Teacher’ ever again” Eddie added.
Connie was a teacher, I had her for 3rd grade, that was a few years before the cancer got her.
It was then that Gerald peeled the blindfold off leaving me most of my facial hair and most of my skin. One of my eyelids felt peeled off, but my fingers reassured me that it was still in place and a glance at them showed no gushing blood.
I got my first good look around the room, though most was still nothing more than shadows.
The front of the room, the side closest to the entry/coat room, was setup as a sort of stage. There was an area rug and the queen size bed with the blood red sheet. Jus the fitted sheet was on the bed but I did see a table in the lighter shadows that looked to hold pillows, the other sheet and possibly a blanket, but it was still too fucking hot in her to even think about a blanket.
I heard thunder.
Good, a storm might serve to break this heat wave at least for a day or so.
The bed and a portion of the rug seemed to be spot lit so that everything that happened there was visible, the rest of the room was dark but for a dim light coming from where it knew the kitchen and serving area to be.
At least they hadn’t taken the bulbs out of the glowing red EXIT signs.
Three rows of folding chairs made up the audience corresponding to the slighted stage.
I unfolded Kevins arms from my midsection and twisted around to give him a soft kiss on the cheek to show my gratitude for his comforting me. Oh, and saving me from faceplanting on the floor.
“Kevin, can you and the others please sit in the first row of chairs?”
“Yes, ma’am” he said. The others simply moved to chairs.
Thomas, my best friends father ended up in the middle of the seven men.
His father, Gerald, to the right of him followed by his brothers, Kevin and Michael.
His wife’s father Randolph on his left, followed by his two sons, Rainne’s other uncles, Eddie and Alex.
I studied them in silence.
Kevin, Tom and Gerald would meet my gaze, the others looked at their lap or their fingers.
Gerald had and “I told you so” look on his face.
Kevin looked concerned for me, matching how his arms felt around my middle, I could still feel the ghost of them around me by the way.
Tom looked somewhat ashamed at what he had done, but also confident that he had done the right thing by telling me that I was free and had a simple way out. I just had to walk and the wives would assure that the money was delivered as promised.
On the other hand, I did not know for sure what the official scholarship the wives knew about provided.
I knew that Rainne’s scholarship provided for her tuitions, meal plan and housing. I think her or her parents still needed to cover books and other living expenses.
What I was offered covered far more than that, including the $200 per week for incidentals. Something about a car when I graduated, but I think, probably Rainne could expect that from her parents too.
My mom, that would be a stretch, we could barely keep my crappy but dependable Toyota running and gassed up.
Did I care about any of this? This security blanket that I knew nothing about a few hours ago.
Something that was inspired by things my best friend said about me.
The way that it was told Rainne was supportive of me and proud of my supposed talents. That I could take on 31 men and fuck them all out before giving up and then walk off with my head high.
Rainne knew of all my sexual exploits. She knew I fucked, both at school and other places, including her own room once while she hid in the closet. That I sucked and swallowed on a fairly regular basis. That I took it in the ass after prom, but not from my date, who I had fucked 30 minutes prior.
Maybe I already was a slut.
I would be hard pressed to convince anyone that I was not confident in my appeal and that I was a sexual, sensual being. Yes, I liked to suck and fuck and all the dirty things that went along with it.
None compared to today, however.
I was sore, like after the ‘first round of a volleyball tournament sore’, but maybe in some different places.
How did I feel about what I had done? Did I feel different? Used? Like a whore or a prostitute?
No, not used, not like I sold my soul or my body.
I felt safe the entire time. I felt cared for and even loved some of the time.
Shit, I felt better than after some of my prior experiences. In hindsight I am sure some of those boys just fucked me for the bragging rights of having tagged the hottest slut in school.
Yes, I did actually hear that on in the halls once. That was not a good feeling, I felt used hearing that.
This felt different.
“So, I guess I need to say something here” I said looking from one to the next. All seven finally looked at me.
“How do each of you feel about fucking me, no wait, first how many of you blew a load in all three of my holes?”
All seven raised their hands, meekly at first but then looking around and seeing that they were not alone held them high and with confidence.
“OK, not sure what to think about that?”
“You should feel flattered” Randy said, “That’s the first time I have come three times from fucking someone for more than 30 years, possibly ever. Shit, I usually can’t even get stiff three times in a row.”
Several others nodded agreement and I felt myself blush.
“So, you all were able to fuck me three or more times because I’m a hot sexy bitch?”
“For one you are only a bitch when you explicitly want to be, the rest of the time you are sweeter than most of out daughters and their friends.”
“As for hot and sexy, we would all be sweating with you sitting there all casually naked and hot, even if it was 30 degrees cooler in here.”
“So, I’m not just a piece of fuck meat or a dirty cum dump.”
“I can’t speak for everyone obviously” Gerald said, “But if I were ever to say anything like that to you I would consider it to be role play and if you took it any other way I would expect you to slap the shit out of me.”
“Like you did to that 6th grade boy who insulted Iris and her mother when you were both in 5th grade, he was twice your size and mean as a rattlesnake and you made him cower in the corner with just your open palm and your personality.” Tom said.
“Fuck, all the grade school teachers were smiling about that incident for years after. You were, no, are a legend at the grade school. Shit my youngest asked me if it was true this past school year, so the grade school kids still talk about it.” Kevin told us.
I had forgotten all about that and had no idea that it made an impression on anyone. The main thing I remembered was that mom, dad and I got called into the principal’s office to apologize for fighting and the kids dad took one look at me and grabbed his son by the collar and marched him out without saying a word.
I don’t recall that the kid said a single word to anyone not in his class for the rest of the year and they transferred out to the district before the next school year.
“I forgot all about that. Iris just looked like she was going to cry and that made me mad.”
“Isn’t Iris the 6-foot starting forward on the basketball team last year and several before that?” Randy asked.
They all had kids and or grandkids in the district, but only Tom had one in my grade level.
“Yes, that is Iris” I said.
“Wasn’t she like already 5’8” in fifth grade or something like that?”
“Yes, she was always tall.” I said.
“And wasn’t she the one who finished that game at the state tournament with a broken nose and tape all over her face?”
“Yes, I remember that.”
“Do you remember how she got the broken nose.”
They were all participating in this conversation, and I recalled that the entire family was at most of our games every year.
“Just that the 6’4” center from the other team took a swing at her and was disqualified from the tournament and sent home.”
Tom looked piercingly at me. “She didn’t swing at Iris, she swung at you after you drained that three pointer on her. Iris stepped into the punch to save you from it. I don’t think that she brushed off that incident in 5th grade as quick as you did, but that’s just who you always have been. The single reason I felt confident to go forward with this plan is that I knew that you could handle it emotionally and not get scarred by having 30 me take you on at once.”
“Wait, Iris took that punch for me? No one ever said anything to me.”
“No, the whole team was screaming about to the refs and anyone who would listen, the coach almost had an aneurysm, but the only thing you cared about was Iris’s nose. You would not go back out on the court until Iris was taped up and said she was ok to play, you tried to get her to sit out the rest but she would not listen.”
I sat there naked and stunned. They looked like a row of bobble heads, all nodding at me.
“Well, fuck. I need to thank Iris for that then. I had no idea.”
Tom continued, “I spoke to her father shortly after and he told me her siblings asked her why she stepped into the punch instead of away from it. Her answer was ‘I didn’t think about it I was simply protecting my friend and teammate, same as she would do for me.”
“Wow.”
It was quiet for a while; I had some new information to digest, and it distracted me.
“So” Eddie asked, “As I see it you have three general options. You can walk on us and
