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Chapter 2 I’m Penny.
I want to lose weight. But it’s my brother’s birthday and we have a weird relationship and it’s a party so a slice of cake can’t hurt, probably.
How many calories are in cum?
God, I’m such a fucking slut.
Let me start over. I’m Penny. My boyfriend over there is Ben. He’s the cute guy in the black shirt. Black hair, blue eyes, totally doesn’t not look like he could cosplay a certain fictional wizard. He pretends to have no idea why anyone would think so but I’ve seen the reference pictures he brings to his barber. Their little secret.
Mine is a bit bigger.
See, my big brother (just imagine me with no tits and more scruff and some wrinkles at the eyes. Oh, and imagine me as a… hot chick. I’m not really, but imagine) and I had a… thing. We had divorced parents and different lives. He grew up with dad, I grew up with mom. Never the two shall meet (they hate each other, but I guess they used to be into each other – at least twice, anyway). He’s ten years older than I am. You’re grossed out now. I’d love to say “it’s not like that” but I know how it sounds – ah fuck it. It’s NOT like that, not really. We didn’t grow up together. I never like, worshipped him. I just saw him every few years and five years ago, I was nineteen and we had the worst thanksgiving ever (blended families where every other person is a mortal enemy of the next? Thank you, no) our eyes met across the room as Aunt Gina hurled scoops of mashed potatoes at Uncle Ben (no relation) for some ancient drama and like, there was an unmistakable spark. It’s not like I meant to be a virgin, either. I was going to lose mine to Timothy Gershwin but he dumped me at the eleventh hour before I got around to asking him. I have an issue – I can’t make myself cum. It’s madly frustrating. I get horny and I try and try but it’s just… nothing doing, usually. Eventually I give up. It’s always been like this. Sometimes I can get off by grinding against a pillow or knotted-up blanket and fantasizing like crazy, but it takes ages.
So anyway. I started rubbing his leg under the table while great aunt Muriel made incredibly bitchy comments to second cousin Luisa about Luisa’s boyfriend and hair and weight, and worked my way up and eventually, wouldn’t you know it, his massive dick was cumming into my palm, a hot gush that happened while his knuckles whitened around his cutlery. I licked my fingers (my mother scolded me about my table manners – if only she knew), and I swear, he almost passed out. I couldn’t believe it worked – I’d learned that move from a book.
He said he had an emergency at work that night and couldn’t stay the weekend at Gramma’s. He texted me the address to a hotel. Of course I went. He was so tortured, poor thing. I wanted to jump him immediately but he kept holding me off – we could only touch each other, he said. So we did, for two confusing, hot, messy nights, I went over and we rubbed one another – rubbed against one another. He made me cum with his hands and I begged for his cock, but he kept saying it was wrong, wrong, wrong. I got no sleep, going back and forth from family to family (my father actually noticed me for once and asked if I was high – if only he knew).
Even after those two days, I couldn’t stop thinking about Luke. Particularly his cock. I wanted it inside of me. I wanted it so badly. Look, it’s not ladylike, but I was ravenously Çorum Escort horny. I’d been repressed my whole life. The next three months I took advantage of my new freedom as a newly minted college student to escape to the city and uh… try to fuck my brother. He had his own apartment and he was unfailingly a gentleman, except when he was bending me over the bed growling at me for being a cockslut, grinding his palm into my pussy. Which was a lot of the time. It got to the point where just the tone of voice could make me wet. I was so frustrated and so satisfied at the same time. It was like a dream or a nightmare. I knew it was wrong to have penetrative sex, but I didn’t see how what we were doing was that much better, but I was afraid if I said it he’d want to stop entirely.
Then he introduced me to his friends.
So, he said there was a party.
He wanted me to go. I was nervous. He said it was okay – nobody there knew me, or would know we were related. I was still nervous. Sure, we were hours from my hometown, but it was only hours – plenty of my peers went to college here. He laughed. They were just his college buds, none of them would know. And anyway, didn’t I want to be on his arm for a night? I did.
I mean, I wanted way more. But that was a start.
First, he wanted me to try something. It would make me less nervous. More confident. I shrugged and accepted. It worked.
So I met Mike, the football stud. Dreamy. He had a nice face, but for some reason I had a difficult time looking away from his legs… and the prominent bulge between them, somehow emphasized by his sweatpants rather than concealed. Reid, quiet and skinny and tall, with tattoos on the backs of his hands and a dark gleam in his gaze. He kept looking at me and obtrusively adjusting his tight jeans. And Paul, like sunlight, bright and beaming.
There were no girls. Except me.
Paul was the only one that didn’t immediately act like he wanted to fill me with his cock. So that was nice.
I cornered my brother and asked what the heck was going on and why did it feel like I missed the invitation to my gang bang?
Luke said without missing a beat that he wanted it to be a surprise.
I hadn’t been expecting that answer. I thought about leaving, but then Luke said – “look, if you don’t want this, just say so. Say stop and it’ll stop.”
I said then stop.
He got up and started ushering the guys out. They actually filed out. I waited ten seconds before blurting out, “Okay! Stop! Wait! Bring them back.” I mean, it wasn’t even his apartment!
Well… I’ll spare you the lurid details, bu-
Wait. That’s the only reason you’re here? Okay, fine. Geez. Picture this, then…
I didn’t really know what to do. I’d figured out the surprise so standing around chatting seemed banal, and all these guys were just there radiating Maleness and whatever (you can laugh – but look, if you’re in a dynamic of one girl among a group of guys and everyone’s aware sex is on the table and may in fact be on the literal table you try and act like there’s no palpable energy, I dare you). I figured Luke was kind of… trying to make up the lack of sex to me, in a twisted way. Gifting me a bouquet of other dicks. Fine, if that’s the way he wanted it. I could play.
So, Luke suggested a game. Strip poker.
I was terrible at strip poker, as it turns Çorum Escort Bayan out. They were all still in their pants by the time I was slipping out of mine. When I took my bra off it went silent. I sat there, getting redder, being stared at. When I started slipping my panties off, Luke abruptly stood up – and so did the rest of the guys.
Paul, warm sunny Paul… He’s the one that took my hand and looked me in the eyes and said with all apparent awe, “You are such a dirty little whore, aren’t you? You want to be pumped full of cum. God, you do, you want to be used like a toy by all of us.”
I couldn’t help it – it was the tone of voice, really, but I was already wet and throbbing between my legs. He stepped forward and moved his leg out between mine and looked at me with lazy eyes and I just started humping it. Like an actual bitch in heat. I rubbed my clit against his leg and whimpered and he whispered softly, in that angel’s voice, “Say you want to be a cum dumpster. Tell us you want us to fuck you raw.”
I said it. I meant it. I glanced aside and saw my brother – the look on his face was unforgettable. A blend of disgust and lust. The fact that he didn’t like it but he wanted it, he hated that he wanted me but he wanted me so badly that he couldn’t help it, that he knew right then that all his moral hang-ups were decaying and he was going to fuck me and cum in me as many times as he could and he hated that he couldn’t stop himself – that sent me over the edge and I had a small orgasm right there. It was intoxicating.
Reid stepped forward into Paul’s place. Instead of that warm thigh, he slapped me – directly between my legs. I gasped and cringed and asked him what the fuck? He said – “You said you want to be a cum dumpster. So get in the bed.”
He slapped me again when I wasn’t quick enough for him, bluntly smacking his palm over my clit. Then again, and the tremors running through me almost made me cum again. That got me moving.
The bed had four posts, and a leather cuff at each. That was both unexpected and a little scary. I looked over at Luke and he just nodded once, so I laid down and tried to relax.
Luke cuffed my wrists and ankles and started to stroke my skin, my legs and abdomen. The other guys were taking their pants off, and I widened my eyes as I caught a glimpse of Mike’s cock – there was no way that would fit in me. I widened my eyes more as I saw Reid reach out casually and stroke it, wrapping it in his fist in one long, smooth motion, getting it hard. Luke, meanwhile, brought out a blindfold and gag. “No way,” I said. “I want to see, I won- mrphhh hnnfeerrf”
I was blindfolded and gagged. I felt incredibly nervous – this wasn’t meant to be part of it. Was it? I waited agonizing moments, listening to the rustle of clothing coming off. When someone finally touched me, I would’ve jumped out of my skin but I was held firmly in place. Just fingers smoothing hair across my brow. And then suddenly – some warm, firm flesh. Someone’s dick, being rubbed against my face. A low chuckle from the crowd. I felt denigrated already.
Someone else was playing with my clit, rubbing little circles around it. I felt a warm wetness at my thigh – licking, sucking. Stubble prickling my inner thigh. Hands groped my breasts, and I felt another cock rubbing over my chest. I heard a low chuckle and felt someone messing Escort Çorum with the gag. “You’ll be good, won’t you?”
I mumbled something incoherent. The gag popped out of my mouth and as I took a breath, it was replaced by a warm, hard, unfamiliar cockhead. Surprised, I could hardly protest, as whoever’s cock this was pushed towards the back of my throat, not big enough to make me choke. I felt a weird sense of shame and exhilaration as I slurped and sucked and started to hear the man’s moans. A jolt ran through my pussy as someone replaced fingers with tongue between my legs. Someone else was sucking on my breasts. I felt like there were hands and tongues and cocks everywhere, rubbing on my bare skin. I couldn’t help it, I thrust up for more, moaning around the fat cock in my mouth.
Suddenly I recognized the moaner’s voice – it was Reid. His delicate cock felt tense and throbbed in my mouth like he’d cum soon, and I smiled around it, sucking more vigorously. I felt kind of like it was a competition… me against the boys. I knew I could make him cum, I knew he’d been hard for me all evening, and I focused on working along the shaft and tip with my tongue. I was right: He groaned, “oh, fuck” and came wetly into my mouth, pulling out reluctantly. I barely had a moment of calm before the tongue in my pussy was removed and I felt a sudden electric jolt as someone else’s cock rubbed against my entrance. I knew that cock. It was Luke.
He pulled my blindfold down and grinned at my cum-splattered face. “I want you to see this,” he murmured. I was briefly distracted by Reid on his knees, sucking off Mike – I was feeling a little jealous, honestly – but then my older brother brought all my attention back to him as he pushed a centimeter forward. I felt like a taut bowstring. I was terrified of saying anything in case he’d stop, if he was just teasing me, if he had a change of heart. I stared into his eyes, so much like mine, and let out an embarrassing, guttural moan when that first thick inch thrust in. I clamped muscles down around him instinctively, practically sucking him in, and I knew he felt that from his dazed, lustful expression. He slowly pushed his way in, stretching me out, filling me in the exact way I wanted – needed – to be stretched. As he started fucking me with a vengeance, I started moaning like a porn star, feeling like my orgasm just kept rising. I felt every inch of Luke’s cock inside me as he thrust between my bound legs.
Paul laughed and squeezed my breasts from the side, “I better shut you up, hm? Before the neighbors start to get worried.” and he straddled my face, shoving his cock in my mouth. Incredibly rude – but fuck, it made me cum even harder. And god, he was hot.
Luke’s rhythmic thrusts started taking on a frantic pace and I could sense he was close, so I thrust my hips to intensify the sensations, matching him so we moved as one. He exploded deep inside of me and I reached new heights of bliss, electricity-like tingling in my fingertips and scalp, shivers running through my body. I was so happy.
—
To be honest, it didn’t end up being much of a gang bang. I had the suspicion that Luke had wanted plausible deniability – that he couldn’t bring himself to just fuck me until it was part of some sexy ritual with others, a fetish thing. That’s what ended up driving us apart, anyway. I realized he didn’t want to blow up his life, that he wanted me to be a sexy secret for him and his closest friends, and that made sense. But it wasn’t enough for me.
So we split up, I moved on to Ben, and I didn’t see my brother for five years, at which point… well… that’s the subject for another day.
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