The Fixer-Upper (closed)

[SinisterSpiders]

My mind was racing yet empty all at once. My eyes were raw and puffy from the crying, my throat was sore and my head was pounding. I was finding it hard to think, but I had no problem interpreting my emotions. My body was frozen, cold and shivering uncontrollably with the aftershock of fear and rage, disgust and shame. I felt utterly violated. Those fuckers had come into my space and raped me in my own home. I had tried to fight, that I knew, but I had failed completely. And then... when they used my own body against me. My clit still ached, thumping from an orgasm that I hadn't wanted. One that had sent my body into ecstasy while my mind was cast down to hell.

The smell of steam wafted into my nose and I turned around, seeing the water cascading from the shower head. I felt dirty. So fucking dirty. I had cum leaking all over my thighs, by battered pussy was covered in juices, and my throat was stinging from the invasion and the coating of cum that I could still taste on my tongue. The thought made my stomach heave, and I barely had time to make it to the toilet before I was sick- throwing up the contents of my stomach, the acid of it burning all the way up. I was shaking even harder now, the strain of the vomiting bringing tears to my eyes. I still felt disgusting though, like I was not yet cleaned of them.

I flushed the toilet as I got to my feet. I needed that shower, now. I tore my shirt off and cast as far away from me as I could. It hit the door with a soft thwack and slid down to a puddle on the ground.

I walked over and stepped into the shower. I could see the steam, feel the sting as the water cascaded my body, but I couldn't feel the heat. Judging by how quickly the bathroom had clouded up I thought that this water should be scalding my, but it wasn't. I couldn't feel a fucking thing.

My body was still shaking and I put my head beneath the stream, resting my hands against the wall and trying not to fall apart. After a few moments my shaking slowed enough for me to trust my own legs and I began to scrub. My arms, by legs, neck, back, face... When I got to my pussy I was rough. Running my fingers over my battered lips and jamming a finger into myself. In and out, trying to scrape out every last bit of that foul fluid inside me. I let out a low whine as my clit thumped hungrily at the action, as if my body craved the roughness. As I tried to empty my body of the evidence I angled my face up, catching some of the falling water in my mouth. I swallowed some, gargled some and then spat it out, my hands still scrubbing away at my pussy.

Then I heard the door open. My heart lurched and my stomach dropped, I froze, terrified that the guys had come back. That they had decided they needed more from me.

But then I heard Tommy's voice. The sound was a balm to my breaking soul, it should have been enough for me to switch the water off and to stumble into his arms.

But his words.

Fuck, they hurt more than anything else right now.

There was a small part of me that wanted to yell at him. To scream, to rage against the implication and the unfairness of it all.

But the words didn't come. Instead, my body went into flight mode. I shut the shower down, reached out from behind the curtain and snatched up my towel. I wrapped it around me in the privacy of the cubicle and then stepped out. Out of the corner of my eyes could see that my skin was red and patchy, scalded from the water that I hadn't been able to feel. I didn't look at him, I didn't say anything, I merely pushed past him and went into my room, slamming the door behind me and locking it.

 

[The_J0k3R]

I hadn’t expected Naomi to be so cold to me. It was a complete turn, and unexplained, and the sound of her door slamming struck me hard. I wanted to go to her, but it seemed she didn’t want anyone close to her.

I shook my head, frustrated, and went about setting up my bed in my room, finishing the touch-up on the paint, and putting my clothes away in the closet and the old second-hand dresser.

Later that evening, she told me a bit sheepishly that she had started her period, and that it was making her feel really shitty and nauseous, and that at least eased my mind a bit. Her behavior wasn’t caused by something I had done, at least!

“Well, if there’s anything I can do for you, just let me know, okay?” I told her, placing my hand gingerly atop hers for a moment.

 

[SinisterSpiders]

I spent the rest of the afternoon in my room. If wasn't fair to Tommy, I knew that, especially as he had gone above and beyond to help me. However I could barely think straight, and my mood was so on edge that I couldn't bear the thought of being around someone else.

That evening I felt bad for not helping Tommy or getting other work done. I felt useless, worthless, and if today had told me anything it was that my most valuable attribute was that I could be fucked, even if I didn't want to be.

So I went out. I stopped at a takeaway joint to get dinner, and I went to the liquor store. I got more beer for Tommy and some vodka for myself. I was craving the oblivion of being hammered. There was no point avoiding alcohol anymore, it seems my body was up for grabs whether I was drunk or not.

When I got back Tommy was still trying to make conversation, I could feel my anger building inside be and there was still a part of my that was present enough to stop me from snapping at him. I fed him some bullshit excuse about having my periods and being sore and grumpy as hell and he ate it right up. More guilt jumped on the already hulking pile looming over me, particularly when his hand covered mine. Not only was I a little slut, but I was a lying little slut. I took my hand away and forced myself to give him a small smile before I escaped to my room and the bottle of vodka I had hidden there.

Alcohol was good, but when I woke in the morning feeling gritty and hung over, there was a pounding between my legs that I couldn't shake. I was all alone in my bed, with no one to comfort me or provide respite from my dreams. My dreams had been surreal film reels of my rape, of me fucking Tommy, of my body cumming over and over again for every cock that was put in there; whether I wanted to or not.

Well, if even my dreamself thought all I was good for was fucking, then I was going to embrace it. My hand slid down my pyjama shorts, my fingers seeking out the heat between my legs. I was wet already, so fucking wet. Aroused by the memories of something that should make me disgusted. I felt oddly detached from that though. I only had room for one emotion at a time right now, and right now I was horny.

So I fucked my fingers.

I pinched and stroked my clit. I dipped into my stinging, thumping pussy, working up speed for only a minute before I was pistoning into myself. I pushed and prodded, writhed. I worked myself until all I knew was the feeling of my fingers, the way my arm ached as I rocked it back and forward, the sweat gathering between my breasts as my orgasm took over, casting me into a place where nothing else mattered.

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When it was over the world crashed around me. Big, unknown and complicated. I wanted to stay in bed, to bury myself between the sheets and hide, but I could hear Tommy knocking around outside my room. If I didn't get out of bed he would become suspicious. So I dragged myself out of bed. I put a bra and panties on, I pulled on a pair of long yoga pants and a loose fitting t-shirt. Boring, form hiding.

That day I realised that hard work was not enough to get me through the day. I threw everything into the garden while Tommy worked on the lounge room. It was hot, I was sweaty and dirty, I pushed through my hunger and my thirst, but it wasn't enough. After lunch I had sneaked back into my room, wondering if could use my body as an escape again. I did, and it worked, my fingers flushing my numb self with more relief than I had felt all day. But that was soon over.

That night I masturbated to ease the ache between my legs, to show myself that I was as dirty as I felt. I came easily, memories of cocks pounding into me pushing me over the edge. After that I drank myself to sleep again, plagued by the same dreams and waking up horny. The only two things that felt good to me were the drinking and the cumming. I didn't have room for anything else, because that would mean actually coming to terms with what had happened to me. Actually reaching out for help. Cumming and drinking were much easier to handle.

When I walked out of my room that morning the first thing I saw was that green couch in the hallway. Tommy must have moved it there so he could get to work on the lounge room. I looked down, eyes zeroing in on a pale white stain. My body shook as I remembered rubbing at it with my wrist, trying to hide the evidence of my rape, my worthlessness before Tommy found out.

It had to go.

Tommy was out somewhere, probably the hardware store, so I pushed the couch out to the backyard, grunting and sweating and swearing until I had it on the cracked concrete of the back patio. I went inside and retrieved a bottle of vodka and some matches. I poured the alcohol over the lounge, over the part of my home that had supported my abused body and held it up when all I wanted was to disappear. I threw a match at it and watched as the flames roared into life.

I watched the motherfucker burn, a real smile on my face for the first time in two days.

 

[The_J0k3R]

Over the next couple of days, it seemed Naomi was doing everything she could to isolate herself, from me, from the world. I didn’t push her, or ask any questions, really. The story of her almost-rape played through my head, and I figured that there was some kind of emotional distress stemming from that experience.

It reminded me, of course, of my own secret. I threw myself into working on the house, tearing the walls down with abandon, and not giving much of a damn about how much noise I made in the process, hammering, ripping, running the saw.

*****

I had been at the hardware store; having totally tore out all the old plaster walls in the living and dining rooms, I was picking up drywall to hang. I was just entering the neighborhood, my truck loaded up, when I saw the black cloud rising, signifying something burning, and my heart skipped a beat, terrified our house was burning down, as that was the direction. I got there, squealing the tires to a stop, and jumped out of the truck, running into the house to seek out the burning, rapidly determining it was out back.

“Naomi!” I said, looking at the sofa effigy before me. “What the fuck are you doing?”

 

[SinisterSpiders]

Tommy's voice shocked me, I jumped, heart skipping a beat as I turned to face him. My cheeks flushed, embarrassment flooding through me.

"It had to go," I said sith a shrug, avoiding his eyes. "No one would want it anyway."

I wasn't sure whether I was taking about the lounge or myself.

 

[The_J0k3R]

“Yeah… Okay…” I said, not sure what to make of all this. Something wasn’t right, but she wasn’t going to open up to me. I just shook my head and walked away, started bringing drywall inside, and poured all my energy and focus into the job at hand. Let her do whatever the fuck she was doing outside.

As I got into bed that night, my mind was filled with conflicting emotions. My prom night was running through my head, how I violated that girl, Nicole, my ex’s friend.

Except now, in my dark fantasies, it was my sister in the starring role. I beat my meat to the thought of it all, hard, savoring an intense but short orgasm before passing out unsatisfied.

When I awoke in the morning, it was to the sound of moaning from across the hallway...

 

[SinisterSpiders]

Tommy didn't push the matter. I saw wariness in his eyes, but he turned around and walked away. Leaving me outside. Alone.

Perhaps I had been talking about myself.

~*~

That night I fell into bed, hugging the bottle that had become my escape, my body writhing with need.

It was funny how quickly we could train ourselves. How it only took a couple of nights for my body to rely on the booze and orgasms. When I thought about stopping, about putting down the drink and getting to sleep in the conventional manner, my mind was flooded with memories. Cocks being shoved down my throat, being fucked roughly from behind, begging them to leave me be even as my body sung for them.

Fuck.

I couldn't escape it.

I moaned, unable to resist it any longer. Not wanting to resist it any longer. If there as an easy path out I would take it.

And the easy path felt fucking good.

My hands travelled the now well-worn path. I rubbed and pinched, fingered and spanked... but it wasn't enough. I don't know whether it was the alcohol or the fact that I had been masturbating so much. But I craved something more. Something substantial. An idea struck me, a nasty, wicked idea.

I reached out, snatching the spare pillow that Tommy had been using. I rolled it up, slipped it beneath my naked pussy. I could feel my juices already coating it, soaking it. I sat up a big, arms wobbling in my drunken state.

A roll of my hips was all I needed to have me moaning.

It felt fucking good.

All the pleasure of a real presence, the fullness of something to fuck. But this time I was in complete control. My empty pussy was aching to be filled but I pushed it aside. I fucked my pillow, not knowing what I thought it was, but enjoying it none the less. I moaned into it, bit it, dug my fingers into it as my ecstasy mounted.

 

[The_J0k3R]

The moaning, and the slight, almost silent squeak of bedsprings and a mattress frame, roused me from sleep. My curiosity got the better of me very quickly, and I pulled on a pair of shorts as I made my way to the door, pushing it open and listening intently. My sister's room, of course. The door was cracked open, and I stood next to it and peered inside.

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I couldn't believe what I saw my step-sister doing. My heart filled with rage and betrayal. She had been pushing me away for days now, and here she was humping a pillow? My eyes darkened as I stepped away from the door.

My fantasies had already been pretty dark. Now, as I wondered just what was going on with her, they grew even darker. I almost burst into the room then and there to... do things. Things I knew I wanted to do to my sister... but never could. Not without destroying what we had.

 

[SinisterSpiders]

Somewhere in the dark depths of my depraved rutting I heard the door creak, Tommy's footsteps as he approached. I kept moving, writhing, not able to stop and secretly hoping he would come in and help relieve me of my curse.

But he didn't.

As my orgasm crept up I grew tired of waiting, I turned to see if he was coming in but he was gone.

He had left.

And now the hole inside me was gaping. My body pulsed and pounded with the aftershocks of my pleasure, but I remained empty. The muscles of my pussy squeezed and tightened, meeting no resistance, no hard cock to relieve myself upon.

Well fuck it.

Fuck those guys and fuck Tommy.

Maybe what I needed wasn't a cock.

~*~
The next two days continued much as the previous two had. I continued to find relief in alcohol and masturbation. But mornings and nights weren't enough. Between breaking my back in the garden I would sneak inside, or behind the shed. I'd fuck my fingers until my hand was coated in my fluids and my clit was sore and aching.

Thought it wasn't enough. It never was. I needed something more. Someone more.

Then, something sparked in my mind.

Mia.

Hot, wild, dangerous, lesbian Mia.

She was a girl in my course. We'd partied together a few times but I had always bowed out early. Her methods were more than I could normally handle

But right now they sounded perfect.

I called Mia and we set a meeting for that night. I told Tommy I was meeting a friend and I got dressed up. I was looming hot when the taxi arrived and I left without saying goodbye. I walked out, heels clicking on the front path, on my way to the lion's den.

 

[The_J0k3R]

I was working on cleaning out the pool one last time, before finally being able to take a swim in it. I was just finishing up, and I was about to go inside to ask Naomi if she was ready to hop in the pool, when I heard those high heels click down the front walkway.

I looked over the fence and saw her, looking hot as fuck in her little dress and high heels, those shoes pushing her firm little butt up just so…

And then a car pulled up, and she got in, and she was gone.

My heart darkened. I looked at the pool and spat at it. Confusion, anger, betrayal, jealousy all filled my head.

I went inside and got myself a beer. And an extra.

 

[SinisterSpiders]

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(Naomi)​

Mia was already at the club when I got there. We went in together, arm in arm. She said that I already looked fucked, and she approved.

We started drinking early. Skipping food in favour of booze. We hit the dance floor as the alcohol hit us. Our bodies writhing together. I loved the way she felt. Soft, curvaceous and and utterly cockless. Her hands soon started to wander and I had no inclination to stop her.

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We needed a break. We stumbled to the bar in a hot giggling mess and she bought the next round. I turned away when I saw her pour a small pack of powder in my drink. I was too far gone to give a fuck anymore.

We drank and we went back to dance. The music seemed to pump more, the lights were now disorienting. Her hands were everywhere all at once and I was turning to putty in her hands. It felt good. So fucking good to have her touching me. Stroking, caressing, a feminine touch that wasn't forceful.

Well, not at first.

I started to get dizzy. My head spun as I tumbled into her. She caught me as I fell.

"Careful there babe," she chuckled, voice husky. "Hold on. Let me get us somewhere more comfortable."

I wanted to argue. I wasn't done dancing! I wanted to pull away but my limbs felt heavy and dead. It was all I could to to remain upright as she dragged me into the bathroom.

"I don't need to pee-" I slurred, confused. This wasn't a comfortable place. We had just passed a whole stack of armchairs. They looked comfortable.

"I know babe," she said. She looked around. I noticed we were alone. She pushed me into the bathroom stall, slamming my body against the wall with her own.

When her hand went behind her to lock the door I suddenly realised I had fucked up.

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I panicked them, trying to escape but my body wouldn't obey my feeble commands.

"No-" I started to argue, my voice thick and alien to my own foggy mind.

"Shh! Shh babe, it's okay I got you!" She said, pressing a finger to my lips as her hand shot up my skirt and straight to my damp pussy lips. I hadn't even bothered to put on underwear when I left.

"N-no, I don't want to!" I whined, even as my clit thumped for her probing fingers.

"Yes you do. You're wet. So fucking wet... And you've been rubbing against me all night. I think beneath all that goodness there is a little slut waiting to be fucked!"

Her fingers pushed into me and her mouth claimed mine. I wanted to run away but I was stuck. This time I wasn't a prisoner in my own house, I was a prisoner in my own fucking body.

No, no, no, no, no, no.... The words became my mantra, but they changed nothing.

The night passed in a series of disjointed flashes:

Her lips on mine.

Her teeth grazing my nipples.

Her fingers fucking me as I came, crying out incoherently.

My sobs as she pushed me down to my knees, grabbed my hair and forced my face into her soaked pussy.

She slapped my face, pulled my hair, called me a fucking slut.

And she left me, sobbing and broken on the floor.

She was right. They were all fucking right.

My limbs burned as sensation returned. I had no idea how much time had passed as I sobbed in the bathroom. Hours? Days?

When my fingers started tingling I was relieved to see I had control over them, feeble as it was. I immediately fumbled for my phone. It took me five minutes of frantic attempts to get the number right as I dialled.

Answer, please answer! I silently begged as the phone rang. I didn't know if he was asleep or awake, all I knew was that I needed him.

"T-tommy?" I cried with relief at his familiar voice, my throat felt thick and my voice sounded odd to my own ears. "I need your h-help! Please!"

 

[The_J0k3R]

When she called, I answered. What else would I do? She was my sister, after all, and regardless of whether we had… fucked… or not, I would still always be there for her.

She told me the name of the bar she was at, and I was googling the location as I hopped into my truck, and sped off in her direction.

The tires squealed to a stop in front of the dive, and I jumped out of the cab, truck still running in park. I made my way inside. “Naomi!” I called out.

Everything in the bar stopped, and everyone turned to look at me. That’s when I realized I was in a lesbian bar.

 

[SinisterSpiders]

He was coming.

I was thankful beyond belief. I had called, Tommy had answered, and he hadn't hesitated when he heard my plea. It was a kernel of warmth buried way deep down in my frozen soul.

But getting my hands to work was one thing. It was an entirely other matter to make my body do what I wanted. I struggled for ages, my body sore and feeling like a dead weight. I managed to get to my knees, though they trembled. I held on to the disgusting toilet as I pushed my self up. I tried to stand, but I wobbled and fell against the wall of the stall.

I figured that I could walk so long as I had something to lean on. I manage to get out of the stall and into the main part of the bathroom. I looked in the mirror, jumping as I saw someone else staring back at my.

But it was actually me.

That creature in the reflection, eyeliner trailing down her cheeks, eyes puffy and raw, glazed and dancing around in panic. Her hair was a mess, fluffed and ruffled. Her dress was crumpled up her thighs, bra on askew and straps around her upper arms.

Fuck.

For once this week I looked exactly how I felt. I was a complete fucking mess.

I was tempted to fix myself, to try and hide the horror that was now inside and out, but I couldn't. I needed to get out. I needed to leave this hell hole behind.

Tommy was coming for me. He didn't have ID and I needed to get to him.

So I used the walls to help me out. People walked past, their eyes surveying me and quickly looking away. They could see the mess I was and no one wanted anything to do with me. I got out of the bathroom and was making my way down the long dingy hallway when I heard it.

Naomi!

The sound of my name, of Tommy's voice, spurred me into action and I stumbled forward. My eyes widening as I saw him at the other side of the bar.

"Tommy?" I called, in that moment forgetting to be ashamed of myself. All I could feel was relief. "Tommy!"

 

[The_J0k3R]

I jumped out of the bouncer’s reach, when I heard Naomi’s reply, she was calling my name, and I rushed to help her, catching her as she was just about to slip and trip off a table.

“Jesus Christ what happened to you,” I wondered aloud, as I practically carried you out the door and deposited you in the passenger seat of the truck, watchful eyes from the bar ever-present.

I got in the driver’s side, and threw the truck in gear and took off, finally coming to a red light and stopping before I turned to her.

“What in the fuck happened to you,” I demanded to know. With every passing moment, stealing glances at her, I had felt my arousal grow. She was wasted. She was vulnerable. She trusted me.

I already knew exactly what would happen. I was already pushing down my pants to start stroking my cock...

 

[SinisterSpiders]

It took me a few minutes to register that I was out of there. That Tommy had come to get me. That I was in his truck and that I was safe. My mind was still sluggish and all his questions made my head hurt. Tears started to fall from my eyes anew, further streaking my make up as I looked anywhere but at him. The reality of the situation was slowly pressing down on me and I was struggling to breathe.

"I called Mia... I though that s-she could help," I muttered through a hiccup, "Everything's s-so fucked. It h-hurts, and it's d-deep and I can't figure out h-how to make it stop. The v-vodka wasn't enough." I stopped, taking a deep breath through all of my muttering. "S-she put something in m-my drink. I shouldn't have h-had it. I-"

I was sobbing in earnest then, big wracking things as I pressed my head against the passenger window. When the car started to move I continued.

"I- couldn't move T-tommy! I couldn't fucking move! And she u-used me! She fucked me and hit m-me and I couldn't stop it!"

I slammed my fist against the seat in frustration.

"I c-couldn't s-stop her! I c-couldn't stop them... Any of it! FUCK!"

 

[The_J0k3R]

I took a deep breath as she let out her frustrations. I couldn’t make much sense of what she was telling me, but there was an overarching theme everpresent: her violation. Tiny, vague details she was sharing with me.

Her words just aroused me further. Every time I looked over at her and saw that make-up streaked down her face, my cock throbbed.

My cock was out, and hard, but that didn’t stop me from pulling her into my embrace. My arm around her, her head on my shoulder, then my chest…

“Maybe this is what you need,” I said, guiding her face towards my crotch, my stiffness suddenly pressed against her lips.

 

[SinisterSpiders]

God, his hand on my shoulder felt good.

It was something warm, solid, caring. Something I could focus on.

Then he pulled me into a hug. I sobbed against his chest, my face buried in his shirt. My body sunk lower, lower, and I wondered if the drugs were still fucking with me.

Maybe this is what you need

My eyes flew open as I felt something warm and sticky pressing against my lips. I gasped, and that only served to open my up to his cock.

Tommy's cock!

There I was, crying to him, pouring my heart out....

Was it the drugs that had me sinking lower? Or was it his hands?

Or was it that part of me that was so fucking dirty and broken that I couldn't resist?

This was what it all meant, what it all led up to. I had been trained for this, abused for this.

I could taste Tommy's cock as it pushed into my mouth, hot, hard and familiar.

He had answered my call. Retrieved my from the bar. He had listened to my rambling. Part of me felt it that I owed this to him. For ignoring him, for betraying him. Part of me felt as though I was using him now as much as he was using me.

I was a fucking mess.

Tears streamed down my face as I gagged, struggling to take him in. I drew back up slightly, lips clamping around his considerable girth as my tongue lapped at that throbbing cock. My hands went to his thighs, trying to push away even as I sucked him harder.

I was so confused.

All I knew was that I wanted Tommy. I needed Tommy... I was willing to do whatever I had to to stop him from hating me.

 

[The_J0k3R]

My hand slid up her body, up her neck, up to her head, and it was an easy enough thing to find that ponytail grip at the back of her head. I had felt those lips, that tongue on my throbbing member and I knew I could have my way with her.

I let that side of me take control. My grip on the back of her head tightening, pushing her down on me, savoring the way she gagged as I forced my cock down her throat.

It was just too fucking hot to not do it again and again. I wished I had my phone in reach! What I was seeing was some out of this world erotic imagery, and I wanted to capture it. Next time.

“Suck it, that’s it, bob up and down, work that cock baby,” I encouraged her…

 

[SinisterSpiders]

When Tommy's fingers tangled in my hair it was enough for me to know exactly wanted. It had been the same thing they all wanted. His cock pushed deep into my throat as I gagged and clawed at his legs. My throat was raw from the crying, but the way my pussy was pounding made me push through it.

I guess I wanted this as much as he did.

His familiar voice made my heart race and I was eager to comply. My head bobbed up and down, sucking him and gagging around him to scratch the itch both of us were feeling. Saliva was coating his cock, dribbling down my chin, and I groaned as I tasted small snatched of precum.

I reached down, taking my seatbelt off and re-positioning myself. One legs went down into the seat well, the other bending and holding me to the seat. I did it without taking his cock out of my mouth. I couldn't bear the thought of being empty.

Now my wet pussy was wedged up against the rim of the seat on his truck, my clit thumping as my hips bucked and I fucked his upholstery.

I moaned, the sound rattling up my throat along his cock. The rough fabric of his seat felt good along my tingling pussy. With his hand in my hair, his cock down my throat, my body reacted on instinct. In no time I would be a cumming, shivering mess for him.

Fuck it. If everyone else could use my body for their pleasure so could I.

 

[The_J0k3R]

Naomi eagerly complied with my demands, and it wasn’t long at all before I was fucking her face, my hips pistoning my cock up into her mouth again and again as I held her in place.

I took the longest, most meandering route back home I could think of, through subdivisions and parks, fucking my sister’s face all along the way.

I would use my grip on her head to pull her off my cock every once in a while, letting her breathe sharp, gasping breaths before forcing her back down on my cock…

 

[SinisterSpiders]

Tommy kept driving and the trip was taking longer than it should have but I didn't give a fuck.

I was too busy fucking his seat and having my face hammered to care. He used my hair as all the others had, as a handle to push me about. I sucked as hard as I could, using my tongue to tease his length and tip as he suffocated me. The other times that this had happened I was scared. But now? It was different. Tommy was using my just as the others had but with him it was safe. I knew he wouldn't let me come to real harm.

It was somewhere in between his cock pushing against the back of my throat and me gasping for air that I came. Instead of breathing and sucking in the oxygen I needed, I screamed out everything I had. My hips bucked wildly against the seat. My cries were cut short though, as I dove back down, using his length to muffle it all, my body going still and thumping even as his hips were bucking and my body throat was contracting around his cock as I gagged and struggled to breathe. My whole body tingled, screaming for air.

 

[The_J0k3R]

I had just pulled up in front of our house when she started cumming hard. The smell of it filled the truck’s cab, intoxicating me.

I opened the door, still holding her by her hair, and stepped out of the truck. I rolled her off the bench seat onto the dirty floor, pitting her at the perfect height for me to stand there and fuck her face.

Right in the middle of our new neighborhood.

I had one hand wrapped in her hair, the other grasped her cheeks and chin. “Open up,” I growled, pressing my thick cockhead against her lips as she lay there before me.

 

[SinisterSpiders]

I didn't even have a chance to catch my breath after my orgasm before Tommy stopped the truck. He yanked on my hair, hard, pulling me down to the floor of the truck. I whimpered as my body hit it, the tracks for the sliding seat digging against my breasts and hips painfully.

Tommy jerked my head up and I looked into his eyes, tears trickling down my face as I panted and whimpered.

He pressed his cock against my lips again, a malicious glint in his eyes as he told me to open up.

My cheeks were awash with embarrassment, not knowing where we were or if anyone was around, but as his fingers threaded in my hair I obeyed. I opened my mouth, eyes pleading with him to use me. To fuck me. To wash away the pain and replace it with him.

"Please..." I begged between heaving breaths.

 

[The_J0k3R]

Her desperate, hungry pleas only spurred me on. She opened up and I fucked her. Hard. I used her face in ways I had only ever fantasized about and seen in porno’s, it didn’t take me long before I realized she was mine to do with as I pleased.

That thought alone was enough to elicit an orgasm from me, and I grasped hard at the back of Naomi’s head, burying my cock in her face. I kept her like that, gagging on me as my hips forced thrusts down her throat, and then I pulled all the way out, letting her gasp for air.

And then I rolled her onto her back. Right there on the floorboard of the pick-up.

I was relentless in my face-fucking of her…

 

[SinisterSpiders]

Tommy was unwavering. As he stood there, using me more roughly than anyone ever had I was shocked. This face fucking was such a stark contrast from the passionate love making of the other night. I had no idea he was capable of this, and it scared me a little.

Then he was flipping me over. My petite form was powerless to resist his strength and ferocity. He tugged my head back, my eyes level with his balls before he rammed his cock right down my throat. It burned more than anything ever had and I struggled to breathe for real then. I squirmed and squirmed, trying to pull away to get my breath back but he was in utter control. My body ached and hummed my clit pounding for attention.

So right there as he fucked my throat, the only thing I could do was reach down to ease that throbbing. I bunched my skirt up by my hips, my fingers sliding towards my pussy as I stroked my tender clit and fingered myself all the way to another orgasm.