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Anita's Sexual Adventures

By: TammyTrueheart



Preface: I met Sunny in Rome, Georgia when I went up there to have a drink with Stacy. My friendship with Stacy didn't end when I left her temp agency. After spending some time with her and Stacy and gaining each others trust and confidence I mentioned I was a story writer of sorts. When pressed for details I confessed I wrote somewhat semi-true erotic stories. Sunny read my stories and liked them. She requested I write her story in my style. Over the course of time she related her story and her thoughts to me. I attempted to keep some of her country style of talking, while at the same time, not have it too cumbersome for the reader to wade through and understand. For instance I wrote "ate" instead of "et" and used "us" for "we-uns." Sunny is a very bright and pretty girl. She has approved of this final version, being "factual enough" and we changed a name or two for the legal department.

All characters in this story are over the age of 18. 

If you are interested in reading the rest of this story or more of Tammy Trueheart, contact me directly.

XOXOXO

Tami

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Chapter 1: Introduction

As you enter the state of South Carolina along the I-95 corridor you will see billboards for discount fireworks, cigarettes and adult material in the heart of the Bible Belt. We don't actually use any of that evil stuff, if you believe Pastor Case. It is all for those heathen Yankees passing through on their way to Florida. I have a less hypocritical story to tell.

Growing up in South Carolina wasn't as tough as my story may seem. The idea is to keep a positive outlook on life and to be cheery. I don't mean "spokes model" kind of cheery, just a natural good disposition. If life deals you lemons, add one cup to three cups of water and create a blonde highlight rinse. Perhaps that is how I got the nickname "Sunny." Or course any nickname is better than my real one: Anita Biggerstaff.

Yes, I was born not only with a gag name, but one that could be used by a porn star. Pa comes from a long line of Biggerstaffs and Anita comes from my Ma's side. She was a Reynolds from Edgefield County. She claims we are related to Strom Thurmond. Of course everyone from Edgefield County makes that claim, even the black people. Her Ma was named Anita although we just knew her as "Me-maw." So I was named for my grandmother who was older than dirt and then died "suddenly and unexpectantly" a few years back at the age of 97.

I grew up with my two brothers. Steven was a few years older than me and William was my Irish twin with me being the older of the "twin." William was considered a junior because Pa was a "William" although they did not share the same middle name. My brother preferred to be called "Billy." Billy's son would also be named "William" and he too would be known as "junior" and of course he would also have a different middle name. Don't ask me to explain it. I just live here.

We originally lived in Edgefield until my brothers figured out an easy way to catch catfish. They would take fire crackers, M-80s and seal them in a can, light them, and toss them in the fishing hole. The explosion would stun the fish and bring them to the surface. They decided one day to get a whole bunch of fish. I went with them and watched Steven and Billy tie together four sticks of dynamite together. They knew how to work blasting caps, or at least they thought by watching Pa blowing up stumps. We were going to have a mess o' catfish for supper. They tossed the sticks in their favorite hole by the damn and we took off running. Well nothing happened. Billy was telling Steven if his brains were dynamite he couldn't blow his nose. We went back and stood there on the banks of the lake and then. BANG! We got hit by a wall of water which must have blown as back twenty feet. The dam had broken and we started running back to the farmhouse, as scared as rabbits. As we were running back to the farmhouse, Pa was running toward us. It wasn't a gold star moment for any of us kids. Pa looked like a windmill with his arms flying all over the place as my brother's bottoms got tore up. Being a girl, I was innocent. Shortly after that episode I remembered moving to Spartanburg. My Pa did spank me once as a child. In Edgefield County you can't throw a stone without hitting a church. I know because one Sunday morning me and Billy tried. That was one whoppin' I never forgot.

Pa was a construction worker and fancied himself a builder of sorts. He was as country as cornflakes and grew up poor. He told us his family was so poor they would have to borrow money to buy water to cry with. Ma just drank a lot and fancied herself a lot of things, mostly when she was passed out. Pa decided to build our second home from scratch; apparently those available in the Spartanburg area just weren't good enough. He secured a lot. It was the one in Spartanburg that had a slope to it. It was cheaper than the flat lots. For a long time I believed I was the only kid in South Carolina with a hill for a back yard. Pa built our home from "left over" and "broken" pieces from his construction projects. It is one thing to use the cornerstone rejected by the builder, but to build your whole house that way is another.

Pa bought a small trailer for us to live in while our house was being constructed. There were two problems with this idea that grated more on others than myself. The first problem was the space. This sorry trailer had only two bedrooms. Ma and Pa slept in the living room/dining room/bedroom/kitchen while I shared a room with my two brothers. It was during this time period when a girl was supposed to develop modesty, I lost of mine. There were only two small beds in that room and neither one of us wanted to sleep in the same bed with Steven. Steven snored, farted, and God knows what else he would do under those covers. I slept in the same bed with my brother Billy. We never did anything really sexual during this time, although we grew very close. 

Steven's room was the first room completed. Once he moved out, Billy and I had our own separate beds, although sometimes we would end up in the same one, especially if I had seen a scary movie that night. Billy would make me feel safe. 

Growing up we never locked bathroom doors. We only had one bathroom for the longest time, so someone could shower while someone shaved and someone used another piece of porcelain. 

Eventually, to the dismay of my brothers, I would lock the door a few days a month. They would beat on the door and yell at me to unlock it. I once forgot to lock the door when Steven walked and discovered why the door was locked once a month. Steven had a look of disgust as he said, "Sunny, why don't you lock the door when you have to do that?" From that point onward I could lock the bathroom door a few days a month.

Eventually everyone left the trailer leaving me to have the "run of it." This brought us to the second problem. Pa had a small lot. He built the house around the trailer-not a small feat in itself. The trailer was located in our spacious living room. Ma wanted the trailer taken apart and removed from her living room. Pa imagined us traveling cross country in this sorry ass thing and wanted to get it out in one piece, which would mean a wall would have to come down somewhere.

My bedroom window had trailers blinds on it. I could look out and have a magnificent panoramic view of our living room. At night time I could "spy" on my family's activities in the living room. It was during one of my late night spy sessions that I saw Ma's head go onto Mr. Biggerstaff's lap. I was shocked and had to watch. When I saw my Pa's head turn my way, I quickly let the blind go down. My heart raced. Did he see me? The next day when I came home from school, the trailer was gone and I slept in Billy's room until my room was finished. We were never allowed to discuss the trailer again. Sometimes I wonder if it every really existed or just an implanted memory from some Satanic force at Fleetwood.

Ma was also the one who but an end to my wrastlin' sessions with Billy when I got breasts. It seems all Billy really wanted to do was cop feels. He really didn't want to do any real fightin' and such.

Ma had pulled me and Billy out of school. It seems we were getting a little unruly and Ma blamed the school, so we home-schooled for a year. During this time Ma spent most of the time she should have been teaching by drinking, going out to buy liquor, getting drunk, and passing out. At the end of the year when it was time for me and Billy to take our exams to progress to the next grade, we failed miserably. Ma of course blamed us and that defective Biggerstaff DNA for our failure. We went back to public school the next year, having to repeat a grade. We were now the oldest kids in the class, except for some kids who were dumber than rocks. We turned 18 in our junior class. 

Billy and I were hellions away from home as older teens. Steve would drive us around in his Mustang while I would sit in Billy's lap (he was a real Biggerstaff) and flash truckers by lifting up my shirt. I had blossomed into a "righteous looking babe" as my brother would tease. Billy would say I was as "purty as speckled pup." My hair was naturally summer blonde, although I believe it was every color of the rainbow at one time or another. My breasts had developed nicely and at my young age, a bra was an option even with a solid "B" sometimes "C" cup depending on the manufacturer. I loved to dance, so my legs took on a muscular shape, although not to the point of looking like a body builder. My waist was thin. Well as thin as it was going to get. You couldn't count ribs by looking at me, but then you couldn't pinch more than an inch either. My brothers loved to take me out flashing. I was proud of those puppies.

The flashing episodes became hog wild. Billy got a little bolder and would "help me" flash by either lifting up my shirt or reaching around and holding my breasts up for the truckers to see. After a few times with Billy helping me, I become comfortable with the idea. Then Steven decided he could help too. I felt uncomfortable at first with Steven's touch. However, I didn't get the nickname "Sunny" for nothing. I grew to like my brothers' new found attention of me.

Billy started to play that immature game of pretending to bump into me to cop a feel. I was his sister. I told him to "Stop knocking me around. If you want to feel my tits, just ask when no one is around." We were both adults. Billy became a little shyer after that. He asked me to flash him a couple of times at home, normally before bed time, but the feeling up had almost stopped except for our occasional weekend trip down I-85.

About this time a hole appeared in our connecting closets. It was so huge! I was so afraid Ma would find it while cleaning or...no wait. Never mind. I was talking about my Ma. She never came in our rooms. Billy could spy on his sister anytime he liked. It was during this era I learned to do little sexy dances, strip teases, and "tent poses" knowing Billy was watching me. After I gave him a good show, I would turn out my light and play opossum. Then I would watch Billy through the same hole. My brother had a huge cock. He would use lotion and rub himself to orgasm. Watching him cum made me horny. I would break out my long silver vibrator, "Silver Surfer" I named it, and would bring myself off thinking about my brother's immense cock.

Growing up around Biggerstaffs gave me a warped sense of the world of men as I believed all cocks were at least 9 inches long. My disappointment would come later. I had thought all my boyfriends were deformed, or hadn't developed. I learned differently one day at school when my brother called me over to the boy's locker room door. There was a group of boys standing outside the door. Being naïve, I didn't think anything about it until one of them pushed me through the locker room door. I tried to get out right away, but they held the door shut on me. I turned around to see a bunch of wet naked boys. Inadvertently I stared at their dicks, or whatever that was between their legs. It was at that moment I realized my family was something special. Most of the guys, when they saw me, covered themselves up, but a few boys approached me with their dicks swinging. I beat on the door and yelled "Let me out!" I pushed hard on the door and nearly fell on the floor as the door flew open and I spilt out. There was no one standing by it. Everyone was standing down the hall, watching and laughing as I ran scared like a scald dog. That night Billy didn't get a show, but I soon got over it and now laugh when I think about the incident.

A few days later the "show" went on-big time. While in school I was being pushed around by a group of boys. I was in the middle and as the pushed me back and forth, they would cop a feel. Billy came to my rescue and stopped them. That night I did something special. I turned up the lights nice and bright in my room and made sure I didn't have any hanging closet clothing obstructing his spy hole.

I put some music on, hillbilly rock-which is Billy's favorite. I danced around the room, strutting my stuff like a proud peacock, never straying far from the view of the closet fissure. I removed my blouse first and paraded around in my bra. I sat on the bed facing my brother's eye with my legs open so he could see up my skirt. I leaned back on the bed, unhooked my bra and sat back up- topless exposing my boobs to Billy.

I pretended I wanted something on floor in the closet, directly under the peep hole. I walked forward topless with my tits moving at the hole. I knew Billy was watching, because I heard him fall backwards at that moment. I tried not to laugh- really I did. I heard him scramble back to his position. I couldn't believe the noise this guy was making. He could never be a serious peeping Tom.

I whipped the skirt off in front of the closet and danced around in my panties, with my thumbs inside the elastic band teasing him as if I was going to take them off. The panties came off and I kicked them at the closet hole exposing more red meat than a butcher's window. They fell short of hitting the hole, but by now Billy had to at least suspect I knew he was watching me. At least I had hoped he wasn't that thick.

I lay spread legged on the bed, giving my brother a clear view at my pussy, womb and tonsils for that matter. I broke out Silver Surfer, something I have never done for Billy before. With a slight twist, my little helper was humming away. I surfed all over my pussy, before working it in and out. I was thinking of my brother's big cock in his hand, stroking himself, as he watched "little sister" get off.

I worked my silver bullet until I gushed all over the sheets. I bit my Gamecock pillow to avoid screaming. It already had a few teeth marks. In fact I noticed I needed to sew up some stitching that had come loose. One of the great things about living in South Carolina was I could proclaim I was a Cock fan in mixed company. I shouted into my pillow as my pussy juiced. I thought Billy would be getting off right about now, but I went on to masturbate myself to a few more orgasms, just in case.

The next day was Saturday. Pa was working overtime building the Wal-Mart. Ma was over at the Stolzfus resident. Billy was dating their daughter Felicia, who was also as purty as a speckled pup. They were Yankees, but real good people regardless. Ma would go over there from time to time during her sober moments to gab. I assumed Billy was over there too taking a dip in their pool.

I walked out from my morning shower into the living room wearing a bath robe, drying my hair with a towel. Steven was sitting there switching channels on TV. At this point in time I didn't know what Steven did for money. He didn't have a job, except fetching building material for Pa when he needed it. He would go out at night and sometimes during the day, but never to work. I know Pa wasn't paying for his car. Anyway, Steven looked at me and said, "That was quite a show you put on last night."

I was flabbergasted. Did Billy tell? I pretended to be stupid, well at least dumber than usual. "I have no idea what you mean." I kept drying my hair with my head down pretending not to care.

"Do you think Billy is the only one who resides in his closet?" Steven continued.

I caught my breath and said nothing. The joke was on me. I should have known or at least suspected Steven was involved too. Oh well, what is done is done. "So" I said. Okay Steven saw me naked-no big deal.

About that time Billy showed up. He was still in his room. He hadn't left. "Hey! It's Gypsy Rose Lee." He said as he came into the room.

"Please don't call me that in front of other people." I asked.

"Oh we won't," Steven said nonchalantly, "just do your dance for us again."

Other girls might have been offended by this as a crude blackmail attempt by their brothers, but I really wanted to tease, arouse, and dance for my wonderful brothers. But I had some reservations. "What if our parents caught us?"

"No chance Sunny," Billy said. "Pa will be at work until supper and Mom is helping Sarah at the church. They will be staying there at least through lunch, since mom took a plate for "pot luck."

My eyes grew big with anticipated excitement. The taboo aspect of dancing naked for my two brothers was too much temptation for me to overcome. Especially after last night, I was becoming an exhibitionist addict. "Okay, take you seats, I'll be right back."

I went to my room and tossed off my robe as I looked for the appropriate clothing to put on so I could take them off. I opted to make this simple. A blouse tied at the waist, no bra and a pair of Daisy Duke Shorts with my butt cheeks jutting out. I had made these to wear out in public, but had cut them too short even for me to wear in public, so I saved them for some unknown reason. Now I was glad I did.

The guys whistled at me, their own sister, as I entered the room. I smiled, blushed, and took a bow. Billy found some dance music on the radio. We were normally not a disco family, but it seems at time the music was not only tolerable, but preferred to hillbilly rock.

I danced and swayed my hips for the guys. I shook my butt in their faces, which they enjoyed. I had my hands on the knot that held my blouse together. I gave it a slow undoing as the boys watched, mesmerized by my moves. I fumbled with the knot, "Let's see. How does this go? The bunny goes around the tree and into the hole..."

While I was attempting to undo the knot, Billy asked me a question, "Hey Sunny which weighs more: an ounce of gold or an ounce of feathers?" Billy smiled and nudged Steven.

I answered, "Why an ounce of gold weighs more."

Billy and Steven laughed at me. Apparently I had gotten the answer wrong, but I didn't know why. I continued with that dratted knot.

The guys showed patience as the knot became freed, at last, and my blouse hung open, exposing my bare tummy and some cleavage. A few more dance steps and the blouse slipped off my shoulders exposing my breasts to my brothers. I took a quick glance out the window at the driveway. I must have appeared as nervous as a long-tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs. I still wasn't comfortable with the setting. My brothers placed both their hands in the air and wiggled their fingers as if they wanted to grab a pair of something. It was so cute to watch them practically begging for me.

I satisfied my brothers' air grasping hands by filling them with a nice set of firm titties. I let my brothers feel my boobs until the pantomime hands returned to their sides or laps as the case may be. I unsnapped the shorts and pulled the zipper down. There was some bush poking out from above the zipper. My brothers' eyes fell from my chest to my bush as I played with the zipper and danced with my hands on my hips, shaking my top and bottom. With my fingers inside the opened waist, I lowered my Dukes to the floor, standing totally naked in front of my brothers. I danced nude as they again extended their pantomime hands, rubbing their thumb against their fingers as if they wanted to feel something about crotch level. I wonder what that could that be? I jokingly thought. I decided to find out by prancing naked by each of my brothers. As it turned out they just wanted to touch and pet a little furry pussy. That's all. I see no harm in that. After all they are my brothers. Who would they tell?


Anita's Sexual Adventures Ch. 03-04



I strongly suggest reading "Anita's Sexual Adventure" in order to better understand the character relationships and besides its a good story too. 

xoxoxo

Tami

Chapter 3: Bubba and Steven

I had bought a baby doll nightie I wanted to "show" Billy. It was see-though Gamecock red. You could clearly see my nipples and bushy through the material. I felt my legs. They were a bit rough. I decided to shave them silky smooth for Billy. I got into a nice hot tub of water and removed my leg hair. They were as soft and smooth as a baby's behind. I just hoped Billy appreciated all I was doing for him. Not many sisters go this far out of their way for their brother. 

Afterwards I went back to my room and slipped on the nightie. I checked myself out in the mirror. I was just drop-dead gorgeous or "purty as a speckled pup" as Billy would say. I can't imagine any man being able to keep their hands off of me once they got a gander of me in this. I was as giddy as bride on her wedding night as I pranced into Billy's room. 

I opened the door and went in. There was some rumbling by the closet. Shoot! It was Steven! He was peeping at me. I walked over to the closet to see if Billy was also there. As it turned out he was out with Felicia. But Bubba was there with Steven! I was shocked that my brother was allowing outsiders to spy on my nakedness. 

I attempted to storm out the room, but then Steven grabbed me by my arm. "Bubba, don't Miss Sunny look pur-dy?" Bubba stared intently at me. I tried to cover myself with my free hand, but Steven grabbed both my hands and held them like a vice them behind my back, pushing my Gamecock red tinted titties out farther. Bubba didn't answer right away. Bubba had ridden the short bus to school. He was dumber than a June bug on a string. The kids teased him unmercifully. I was always nice to Bubba, or at least didn't tease him nearly as much as everyone else, including Steven, who was one of the worse. 

"Don't you want to touch Miss Sunny, Bubba?" Steven continued. "She is so pur-dy and wants to be touched." 

"No I don't want to be touched!" I protested. "You'll get in trouble if you touch me, Bubba." 

Bubba has a confused look on his face, like we just told to pee in the corner of a round room. He was apprehensive. I could see he wanted to feel me up, but didn't want to get in trouble. Bubba rubbed his hands nervously. His large frame moved up and down from his knees bending. Bubba was teased that he looked like Junior Samples on Hee-Haw. He was built about the same and wore bib overalls all the time. The big difference is that Bubba never wore anything under his bibs and was extremely hairy, including his back. 

Steven contradicted me. "You won't get in any trouble Bubba because I said it was okay for you to touch Sunny." 

"You touch me Bubba and I will scream" I said in desperation. "Who was it that always nice to you Bubba?" 

Bubba thought for a bit and said "Miss Case." Ah yes. I had forgotten about Ms. Case. After she had a mastectomy, her husband became as scarce as hen's teeth. She used to have Bubba come over and help her out around the house. Ma claimed Bubba was doing more than just odd jobs around the house. She moved away a spell back; got a job at the Michelin plant in Greenville. I would imagine she was nice to Bubba, and he got paid for it too. 

Actually it would have done me no good to scream. No one was at home and I don't think our neighbors were home yet either. But it was worth a bluff. So I let out a loud scream. Steven tossed me on Billy's bed and forced my face into his pillow, suffocating me. I gasped for air. I hated that feeling of suffocation. I still have nightmares from when I was four and they put an ether mask over my face to remove my tonsils. 

Steven let me up as I gasped. "Don't you ever do that again!" I ordered. 

Steven replied, "If you don't scream, I won't put your face down into the pillow." 

It seemed like a fair trade off. But I still didn't want Bubba's dirty hairy paws on me. His fingernails had that black stripe of grime under them. His hands were rough like a mechanic's.

I thought I would appeal to Steven since talking to Bubba was like talking to a retard. Actually it was talking to retard. I now wish I had never called Bubba a retard at the bus stop growing up. "Why are you doing this to me Steven? I am your own sister."

Steven replied," Because I can. You don't want Pa to find out about you and Billy. Besides you have been very nice to Billy and ignoring me." 

I attempted to strike a bargain. "I'm sorry Steven. I promise it wouldn't happen again. I will let you in on the fun."

Steven ignored me. I don't think he bought it. The sorry butt was going to have some fun with me right here and now. 

Steven was able to hold both my hands together with one of his. With his free hand he placed it under my boob and held it up to Bubba. He bounced it a little. "See Bubba, see how nice they are? Go ahead. You can play with them too." 

With Steven touching my boobs, Bubba-Einstein must have surmised it was okay to feel me up too. He extended his hairy mitt and felt my boobs. His hands were extremely coarse. The material of my nightie was sticking to it as he felt my tits. He was going to ruin it and make it run. I said, "Steven, if you let my hands go, I will take this off." I wanted my lingerie to look nice for Billy, not like I got it at Goodwill. 

Steven let go of my hands and the garment came off over my head with an audience of admirers looking at my chest. "There," I said. "Is that better?" I asked rhetorically. "Now who wants to touch me?" 

Steven stood behind me and did a reach around on my titties. His Biggerstaff was poking me in the butt. Playfully I wiggled my ass against his rod. Bubba felt his first set of real tits. He petted them like he would a kitten. I said, "Do you want me to tell you about the rabbits, Lenny?"

Steven laughed. "That isn't nice Sunny; God will get you for that." Bubba kept on petting me while Steven felt and poked me from behind.

Apparently my tits weren't enough for Steven. He slipped both his hands down inside my panties, cupping and feeling my butt. His hands went to the elastic band and my panties were at my ankles in one quick swoop. Whoop! There it is! My pussy was now naked before two men. 

Steven placed his hand between my legs and finger fucked me from behind. 

Bubba laughed. "Duh-ha-ha. My do-hickey is hard."

"Don't worry Bubba" Steven said. "Sunny will take of that just like Miss Case- won't you Sunny." 

"Steven," I said. I agreed to let you have some more fun, not Bubba. This isn't part of the deal."

"I'm in charge of cooking the chicken." Steven said firmly. "Besides you don't want Pa to find out. He would ground you for life and bust Billy's bottom if he ever saw that hole in his closet." 

Pa did build this house and took pride in it. I remembered the can of whoop-ass Pa opened up on me and Billy as kids when we attempted to match the walls with each of the 64 Crayola colors. I know my kids are going to get wax crayons until they're thirty. 

Well it looked like Sunny was headed for cock-suck city. Steven instructed Bubba to drop his bibs so I could take care of his hard do-hickey like Ms. Case. I dropped to my knees and examined Bubba's cock. He was no Biggerstaff, but larger than most of my dates. I could see why Ms. Case kept him around. I began to suck on Bubba's burger when I heard Steven's zipper coming undone. WOW! I was going to get my first real two-fer. 

Now I thought I had gotten pretty good at sucking cock. Billy was gracious enough to allow me to practice on him. I was able to get my throat muscles so relaxed I could swallow a sword. I would play a game with Billy. I would sneak in his room and he would play opossum while I sucked his cock. I would let him lie on the bed quietly (as not to disturb the family) while I sucked on his cock and made him stand straight up in the air. I called him "Mr. Six O'clock." That became our little secret code word. Whenever I wanted to practice on Billy, I would ask him if it was six o'clock. Or if he wanted a blow job he would tell me it was six o'clock. I remember Friday night I kept him hard and wouldn't let him cum. I kept sucking on his big dick and then would stop right before he came. We started around nine that evening. It was nearly two o'clock when I finally got back to my own bed. That was the evening I first got my throat muscles to relax. Now sucking big cocks was as easy as sliding backwards off a greased log. 

I was sucking on Bubba when Steve's do-hickey entered the picture. I gave his wanker a pretty good licking too. I kept the boys' cocks hard from my kneeling position. Steven then told me, "Get off the floor and onto the bed. I want some poontang." 

We were going to fuck on Billy's bed. I hoped he wouldn't mind. I got on the bed, lying across the width. I spread my legs and placed them in the air to welcome my brother. Steven obliged by mounting me. His cock felt good. My head was hanging off the edge of the bed. Bubba had his dick at my mouth. I continued my task of sucking him off. Bubba grabbed my bottle-blonde ponytail as I swallowed his meat. I liked this two cock deal. A girl could get addicted to it, or duel-dicted to it. I could just imagine what three would be like. 

Steven's cock was giving my poontang a good pounding. Bubba's paws had control of my head as he was face fucking me. My biggest concern was Bubba not realizing his own strength and breaking my neck if I teased his cock too much. I managed to find the sweet spot on his cock and made Bubba cum. I don't know if Ms. Case ever swallow him before, but I was concerned for Billy's bed spread. I didn't want to ruin it so I swallowed the load like a good little girl. Bubba released me from his grasp as the final drops left his sated do-hickey. 

Steven took one look at my sticky cum face and shot his wad inside of me. I swear if I ever have a kid it's going to look just like me. I have got to stop allowing my brothers to cum in me. I just hope that little pills works. 

I got up off the bed and grabbed my lingerie. I gave my brother Steven a kiss on the cheek as I left Billy's room to let him know I had no hard feelings. Steven smiled and said quietly, "Remember your promise." 

I smiled back at him and said, "Don't worry honey, I will." 

It was bath time again. 

Chapter Four: Bath Time

I was in the tub when Billy walked into the bathroom to use the toilet. Billy said "Hurry up Sunny; I need to take a shower." 

I said back to him, "Would you like for me to give you a special bath?" I think the word "special" got his attention. 

"Sure" Billy responded. "That sounds like fun." 

I got out of the tub and dried off. Billy got naked, drained some water, added some hot water and got in the tub. Well he tried to. As soon as his foot hit the hot water, he went back to the toilet. However, once in the tub, I got the wash cloth nice, wet and soapy as I began to wash my brother. I took my time too and made sure to get behind his ears. I enjoyed rubbing my hands over his muscles, such as they were, as Billy was a bit on the wiry side. I got his face and massaged it as I cleaned him. I enjoyed touching his back and chest. As I made my way down his chest to his stomach, his do-hickey (somehow I got have that dumb word stuck in my mind) became alive and displayed some independent motion. 

I started down by his feet and worked my way up his legs. Washing of his inner thighs was extremely fun. I could see the agony on Billy's face as I knew he couldn't wait until I washed his dick. I skipped back over his dick again and washed his tummy. He was gently pushing my hands toward his cock, as if he desired something. I pulled my hands out of the water and stopped. "Well, how did you like my special bath?" I said standing there still naked with my hands on my hips.

"You cock tease!" Billy said and then quickly lowered his voice as he realized we weren't home alone. 

I giggled and smiled at Billy. "Okay little big man. I'll take care of you." I knelt back down and soaped up my hands. I rubbed them slowly along the shaft of his cock, performing long up and down strokes, rubbing my hand around the head. "Do you like this special bath Billy?" I teased. 

"Oh yes Sunny. You give the best baths," Billy managed to get out. He was barely able to speak. 

I did some more of the long dick stroking. "You don't want me to stop do you? You do want me to continue like this?" I asked. 

"Yes, yes," Billy said. "I am happier than a kid on Christmas." Billy reached out to play with my titties. I repositioned myself on my knees to make myself more accessible to him. As Billy piddled around with my titties, I continued my long slow soapy strokes up and down his shaft. 

"Sunny, could you go a little faster please?" Billy asked almost in desperation. 

"Now you don't want Christmas to be over with too soon, now do ya?" I replied as I continued my long strokes. Billy just grinned and bared it. I don't know how long I was stroking Billy's big cock, but my hands were getting numb. I envisioned myself explaining to my folks how I got carpal tunnel syndrome. "While I was stroking Billy's do-hickey..." Fortunately, I didn't have to go much longer. Billy squirted cum over my hands. It was so weird. It was as if he had cum in slow motion. Apparently this wasn't very satisfying for Billy. Sure he came, but without the quick short strokes, it seemed he had more pent up inside of him. He was still Mr. Six O'clock! He wanted some poontang. Billy stood up and I playfully dried him off, stroking his dick, keeping him hard. We stole away to his bedroom. 

This became my first experience with the sixty-nine position. Sex with my boyfriends typically took place in the back of a Ford so there was never any room for this kind of action. In fact it was rare if I ever got eaten out at all. Normally I would end a date by giving him a thank-you blow job, which Billy, thank you, helped me perfect. Now he introduces me to something new. 

We quietly made our way to Billy's bed where he assumed his "Pearl Harbor" position. The one where he just lays there and I blow the hell out him. We were lying naked on Billy's bed. I had his cock in my mouth, quietly slurping away, minding my own business, when all of a sudden Billy grabs my leg and starts tugging! He was moving me into a position where my pussy would be above his face. What the heck did he have in mind? The room was dark. I couldn't believe it. Billy was fixin' to lick my pussy! Mt brother's tongue sent shivers through me. There was something about having a tongue on my pussy and a large velvet cock (squeaky clean too!) in my mouth was driving me crazier than a road runnin' lizard. It felt so good! Sixty-nine had quickly become my favorite number. I wanted to tattoo it on my ass. Billy had just raised the bar for my dates. I was thinking about writing up a questionnaire for my dates with one question: "Do you sixty-nine?"

I would later find out not only was Billy gifted with a big dick, but was one of the best candy lickers in these parts. And believe me I tried to find someone better. If I had a tail I'd be waggin' at this point.

I sucked hard on Billy's cock. I wanted to eat his cum. But then it hit me. I was getting ready to orgasm. Is it proper social etiquette to juice in your brother's face? What if he didn't like my taste? What if I tasted like I smelled? What if he didn't want my juice in his face? What if...? That was the last "what if" which came to my mind. I came in Billy's face. His tongue action speeded up as my baby brother lapped up my juice. (At least I think most of it was mine and none of Steven's cum still lodged up in there. Shoot. I had forgotten about that load.)

Apparently Billy hadn't noticed or cared. He kept eating my pussy and I kept cumming. I was losing control, I tried to move off of Billy's face, but he wouldn't have any of it. He grabbed my ass and forced my pussy into his mouth. He said "I was sweeter than a July ham." My orgasms were coming quick as bunny. My mouth was all over his magnificent cock. I fucked his cock with my mouth as I jerked him off with my hands. Billy eventually got his load off down my throat. I was exhausted and euphoric. I wanted to spend the night sleeping with Billy's arms around me, but that would be too cool if my folks called upstairs to my room, shouted for me, and I answered from Billy's room (they never come in my room.) 

I gave Billy a big sloppy wet kiss (He turned out to be the only guy that would French kiss after I swallowed their cum) and returned to my room. I squeezed my pillow that night thinking of Billy.



Anita's Sexual Adventures Ch. 05



Chapter Five: Fantasy Lingerie Model 

After that weird Steven and Bubba incident things took a twist. I was now spending more time with Steven, mostly due to his constant bribes. It started a few days later when I came home from school and found a present on my bed. I opened the box and found some revealing lingerie with a note from Steven to model it for him. Of course the modeling sessions ended up in touch and feel sessions where Steven would tell me to take the "braw" off, leaving me topless. Then the bottoms came off and Steven would fuck me on his bed. 

There wasn't much foreplay in all of this except for the modeling and seldom was there any oral or even kissing. It wasn't like when I was with Billy. It would seem every few days there was a new piece for me to model. I liked the light blue see-thru panties with the small skirt which let my butt cheeks stick out. I think Steven's favorite was the sheer black bikini with the nipples and crotch cut out. The darn thing had bright "yallow" tassels along the hems. This went of for a few weeks. I was getting quite the lingerie collection and needed a few more draws to store all this stuff. I could just imagine asking Pa for a larger chest of drawers to store all the undergarments Steven was buying me. 

One day I came home and Steven had gotten me the black bikini outfit I had previously mentioned, the one missing some key material. Like Pavlov's dog runnin' for the bell, I put the outfit on and headed to his room where he sat waiting and grinning on the edge of his bed. 

I walked and pranced in front of Steven with my nipples and poontang poking out from the material. What kind of Yankee pervert designs this stuff? I strutted back and forth, did a few turns, a couple of bows from both angles and then the request. "Remove the braw, Sunny." 

I didn't exactly know why. My bare nipples were already poking through. I could count the square inches it covered on one hand, I think. I undid the "braw" and let Steven see my "neck-ed" boobies. Steven patted his leg and I sat on his lap. He played with my titties and then sucked on them. I pretty much knew his routine. The crotch rub came next. I grabbed his crotch, gave him "oohs" and an "aahs" to make his male ego feel good and then he would plow me. I would kiss him on the cheek and thank him for the lingerie, although this one would take an acting job. This wasn't my first rodeo. 

Something different happened this time. Billy walked in on us. He was very nonchalant and eating an apple. I was laying cross-ways on the bed with my head half off the edge of the bed. Billy came up to me, gave me a kiss on the forehead and said, "Want a bite as he held out his apple toward my face."

I was both bored and a little hungry and said, "Sure." Billy held the apple to my face as I took a bite and chewed it practically in Steven's face while he was fucking me. Billy said, "Pa is looking fer ya. Should I tell him you're in Steven's room?" 

I looked at Billy as if he was crazy and said, "NO!" 

"Just kidding," Billy continued. I was wondering why Mr. Six O'clock hasn't seen you in a while. 

"I'm sorry Billy," I responded. "I have been spending some time with Steven to kind-a even things out." I didn't want to blame Steven while he was slipping me his pork. 

"Mind if I join in?" Billy asked, not seeming to direct the question to either one of us. 

"I have no problem if Steven doesn't mind," I said. 

Steven said between grunts, "Sure kid, just grab an open hole." 

Billy slipped his pants down and put his dick in my face. I opened my mouth to accept generous offer. I sucked on Billy while our brother fucked my pussy. I was really giving up the poontang today. I was giving Billy the treatment: long licks up and down his shaft, some ball sucking, followed by a hard face fucking with Billy having a hold of me by the pony tail. 

Steven watched me sucking on Billy while he hammered my pussy. "Damn! Sunny has gotten real good at giving head. Mind swapping places with you brother?" 

Billy obliged Steven. "Well, being family and all, I guess it's all right." 

Billy and Steven swapped places. Billy had no trouble entering my already wet pussy. Steven stood there with his dick in my face. It was covered with my pussy juice. It tasted rancid. "Go wash this off, if you want it sucked." I instructed him. 

I discovered that all men would be willing to wash their cock for a blow job. Steven came back from the bathroom, drying himself off with my towel, the little shit. Steven stuck his clean cock in my face. It smelled a little like Chantilly, my usual perfume. 

Since Steven went to all that trouble for me, I decided to reward him with a great, shaft tonguing, ball licking, cum swallowing blow job. I eagerly went to work on his Game Cock, sucking, licking, slurping and burping while Billy was busy at the other end keeping my poontang happy and smiling. 

Billy's huge cock slamming into me brought me off. I got Steven's bed wet like never before. Steven's cock just didn't make me that wet. You would think a ten inch cock would get me off as well as a twelve inch cock, but for some reason that was not the case. I guess that's what makes us who we are, and that is why I am Anita Biggerstaff. 

My pussy was tight around Billy's big dick. He came in me and shortly after his cum oozed out of me onto Steven's bed; Steven blew his load into my mouth. I laid there for a moment loose as a goose, enjoying the afterglow of my orgasms. 

Steven declared, "We will have to do that again soon." 

Billy agreed, "That was more fun than a monkey at breakfast." 

I just laughed. That was a new one on me. Billy had more sayings than a politician has excuses. I sat up and pointed down toward my brother's feet. "Okay," I said. "But next time we will both lose the socks." They nodded in agreement. 

I bolted out of the room with my clothes. I had a quick urge to lock the bathroom door. 



Anita's Sexual Adventures Ch. 06



Chapter 6: Ma Biggerstaff

The next day, I was out of sorts. I sat down in the living room in my bathroom and a hot water bottle. These were the days before Midol. I had a tall Dr. Pepper and large bag of Tom's potato chips. I switched to Gilligan's Island on the TV set. Ma was lying on the sofa with her friend Jim Beam, almost passed out. I was going to relax for an hour or maybe a day or two. 

Pa was away, up the road in Charlotte. He was busy building a theme park for Jesus. He said we were going to be rich, because instead of getting full pay, he was taking much of his salary as shares in the theme park and motel complex. 

Steve and Billy were rooting around in the fridge. Billy yelled, "What kind of coke do you have there?"

"Dr. Pepper!" I shouted back. 

"Shoot, looks like Sunny took the last one," Billy said to Steven as they both grabbed a glass of sweet tea. Then they looked over at me and started talking, saying suggestive things such as "Is it six o'clock yet Sunny?" and "I think its six o'clock, how about you?" 

My brothers were horny again and wanted to fuck. I was in no mood, and besides I was bleeding like a stuck pig. I motioned my head over to Ma and suggested, "Ma thinks its six o'clock. She's about passed out. She won't remember anything." I was half kidding and half serious. I felt this was a way of getting even with Ma, for not being a Ma, except when it suited her. 

Steven nudged Billy. "You know, Sunny is right. But just to be sure..." Steven stopped right in the middle of his thought and went back to his bedroom. He quickly emerged with a baggy of pot. 

I was as confused as a goat on Astroturf. What was he going to do? 

Steven rolled up a couple of doobies, explaining to Billy that the maximum THC comes from a fifth generation transplant. He claimed his pot originally came from Hawaii, because it tasted like pineapple. It was at this time things became as clear as 64 Crayola colors on a wall. Steven made his money as a grower and dealer. And what's more, all those undies he was buying me were being paid for with ill gotten gain. It seemed fitting, or at least more fitting than seducing your brothers with lingerie made from honest hard earned cash. 

The boys propped Ma up. Ma was by no means ugly. She had flaming red hair and most people claimed she looked like a short version of Nicole Kidman, except she had larger boobs and deep crow's feet from all the liquor she drank and cigarettes she smoked. This was not a good combination. She nearly burned the house down twice already. I would hate to see that, 'cause it would upset Pa more than a few crayon marks. There wouldn't be enough cans of whoop-ass for Pa to open, not that he ever hit Ma or anything, 'cause he didn't, even with all the heartache and such she would put him through.

With ma upright Steven took his joint and placed the lit end in her mouth and yelled, "Shotgun!" as he blow massive amounts of "certified two-toke" smoke into her mouth. Ma coughed and whispered "Steven what are you doin'?" 

I wanted to try some of the reefer, just for medicinal purposes, to see if it would help with cramps. I reached for the joint as we passed it around a couple of times. 

Ma was pretty well out of it, after a few more shotguns. My brothers were on either side of her, feeling up her boobs through her "braw." Steven kissed Ma on the lips and Ma responded and kissed him back! She did the same with Billy. She has no ideal what the hell was going on; her hands were on Steven's crotch. Steven picked her up and flung Ma over his shoulder and walked out of the room. As he exited he said to me, "Aren't you going to come and watch, after all you instigated this whole thing?" 

"Don't blame me for anything," I countered. "I don't have a dick." 

"Except that little silver one," Billy said to me softly. 

I sat there in the living room wondering what to do. I could watch my brothers fuck Ma, or I could watch Gilligan's Island. And it was a good one too. It was the episode where they almost got rescued. There is nothing like the talents of Bob Denver to bring big drama to the small screen. It is not everyday a person gets to watch their brothers tag team their own mother. I grabbed the chips and coke and skedaddled to the bedroom. I didn't want to miss a single stroke as Ma got hers. 

I sat on a chair near the foot of my folk's bed as my brothers were removing Ma's pullover. It came off real easy with one brother on each side bringing it up over her head. And there is where it stayed. The boys debated if they should leave Ma's face covered with her hands in caught in the sleeves or to take it all the way off. Ma couldn't give them head if it was on, but then again, she most likely would lose her cookies if she tried. With it on, Ma couldn't see who was molesting her, and most likely would just think it was a dream in her stupor state of mind. Blah, blah, blah, they went on. Ma's bra came off, and her pullover remained inside out over her face. They played with Ma's naked breasts. I was sure this wasn't the first time she had these guys were sucking on her tits, but their teeth would now be something different. 

They went down to her pants and grabbed the elastic band and slid them off effortlessness, with just a slight raise of her butt. Ma was snow white pale. Her red pubic hair stood out. The boys took turns rubbing her pussy. The boy's slipped Ma's top up a few inches to uncover her mouth and nose, but leave her eyes covered. They both took turns French kissing Ma while feeling her up. She offered her sons no resistance and it appeared she was actually getting turned on a little. 

Billy spread Ma's legs and tasted that old snatch, while Steven pulled his cock out and rubbed it on Ma's lips to see her response. Ma parted her lips and Steven was able to get part of his cock in her mouth. I don't think he wanted to gag Ma at this moment, just get his dick wet. Ma sucked his cock as if she knew what she was doing. Billy decided to mount her. He spread her legs and lifted them up in the air as he stuck his huge cock in her. Ma gasped when she felt Billy enter her. I don't know if it was his size or the fact it was her son, but she was clearly surprised. Billy gave her a good and thorough pounding. Steven had moved out of Ma's mouth and removed the garment. This allowed her hands to hold her thin pale legs spread high in the air. She was enjoying her fucking. 

Once Billy satisfied his lust with Ma's pussy, Steven decided to get some poontang too. Billy got off and tag teamed Steven. I now got to watch Steven fuck Ma for a while. Billy stood by Ma's head in case she needed to be held down, but that never happened. Steven's cock didn't have to stroke Ma but a few times before he came. He wiped his dick on her leg. 

We all got up and left the room. The Brady Bunch was on. I resumed my position in the chair. Mom appeared in her bath robe a few hours later, after she slept it off. She looked like she had just been drug through a knot hole backwards. Without saying a word she went to her liquor shelf and poured out all of her Jim Beam. She then said to me, "Anita." 

Ma never calls me Anita unless she was ready to give down the country. I answered. 

"Anita" she said again. "Could you please do me a favor and go the store and get your Ma some coke and cigarettes."

Whew! I thought. "Sure, what kind of coke do you want?" I asked. 

"Dr. Pepper would be fine, sweetie," Ma replied. 

I got dressed and headed to the store. I wondered if Ma would tell Pa. It didn't seem like she was going to do that. Ma hadn't been crying, at least as far as I could tell but clearly she was hurt by what happened. I wish I could have taken this moment back. I regretted having been a part of this event. I felt ashamed and guilty. I decided to do some penance. From this point on I would make an effort to be nice to Ma and to mind her. I also promised God I would never again skip church to have sex with any of my brothers ever again. 



Anita's Sexual Adventures Ch. 07



Chapter Seven: Felicia

That next day Ma went up to Charlotte to spend the week with Pa. I am sure the events of the previous day played a big part in her decision. We "kids" were left to fetch for ourselves. The neighbors would be "watching over" us, which would mean there would be more adult supervision than if Ma was at home. We couldn't throw any parties, or even stay up late. However, what this did mean was that I might be able to spend the whole night in Billy's bed with him. 

I got home late from school. It seems I had to stay over for talking in class to my best friend, Love Johnson. Together we could have started our own porno movie star name list. I shared nearly all my secrets with Love, except all the incest stuff. She used to date Billy before Felicia's superior cock sucking ability took him away from her, and Felicia was a cutie too. 

I was hoping to spend some quality time with Billy as I went to his room. On his bed, blindfolded, naked and tied up spread eagle was Felicia. We exchanged some quick pleasantries; she didn't seem to mind me being there, although I know most girls would be having a fit at this time. All of a sudden I felt closer to Felicia, almost sisterly. It is amazing how one quick moment can define a lifetime friendship. 

Felicia looked irresistible. Her skin was smooth and evenly tanned except for the pale white bikini lines. Billy clicked his wrist down by her pussy and I heard a familiar sound. 

"Billy!" I cried. "Is that my Silver Surfer you are using?" 

Billy looked puzzled and said "I had to change the 'bat-tree.'" 

Felicia sputtered. "What? Billy!!! And what the 'H' 'E' double toothpicks in a bat-tree?" 

Felicia was born in the north and raised mostly in the south. She had a southern accent, but at the same time talked fast. She was one of the least understood people in America. I explained, "'Bat-tree' is Billy's way of saying battery. Now why are you using my vibrator on Felicia? Even the best of girlfriends don't share a vibrator unless, they are carpet munchers. It just isn't sanitary."

Billy looked confused at this point. He didn't know whether to scratch his watch or wind his behind. "But I washed it." Billy said grinning. "I even got most of the fish smell off of it." 

As much as I loved my brother I wanted to kill him that day. He pulled Silver Surfer out of Felicia and handed it to me saying, "Here, if you want to be that way." 

I carefully grabbed the object by the non-business end, took it apart and let it soak for a moment in Lysol before drying it off. I then tip-toed back into Billy's room to observe my brother in action. I didn't want Felicia to believe I had returned. I never saw Billy fuck another woman before, not including Ma of course. 

Billy was fiddlin' with her huge titties, bouncing them a round and sucking on them from time to time. The boob fairy was generous to Felicia and visited her on more than one occasion. Billy generally kept one hand on her box and a finger poked up inside her cunt lips. Gawd! I had never seen such a thin waist on a girl with such big titties. It didn't seem fair. Her pussy was good and soaked, but Billy felt a need to eat her out anyway. Billy was naked and while he was eating her out his cock hung down between his legs like an elephant trunk. I could see it from behind. I reached out quietly and grabbed it while it was hanging down. Billy jumped. I sure scared his mule. He shook his head "no" to my playfulness and wagged his finger at me. I got the idea. I would be quiet and just watch. 

After Billy had brought Felicia off a few times, he mounted her face. He straddled her head as she sucked his cock. He had never done that with me. Why hadn't Billy tied me up and raped my mouth? I am sure if he had suggested it, I would have told him he was crazy, but now that he has done it with Felicia, I wanted him to do it to me too. I made a mental note of something I wanted to try with a big man. Felicia didn't even gag as Billy jammed it to her. I envied her ability, yet at the same time I was thinking "slut." The rumor is she fucked all the white guys on the football team prior to playing Greenville last year, which was why we lost. 

I moved in nearer to the bed so I could get a close up look of Billy's cock going in and out of Felicia's mouth. I was getting horny watching the show. How many people can say they watched their brother get a blow job from a distance of only six inches? I was in an exclusive club. 

Billy was a gentleman and decided to give Felicia a little cock in pussy fucking satisfaction. Felicia's hairy pussy was open and receptive. Her dark hair and wicked tan made her pussy lips look pinker than usual on a white girl. Billy was fucking his woman while I got to watch, and I took good mental notes too. I loved watching the motion on my brother's ass while he was fucking. Somehow, I had to get a mirror for the ceiling so I could watch his ass as he fucked me. 

Watching Billy's balls bounce from behind with each thrust proved too much of a temptation for me. While he was in motion, I reached out and fondled his balls. This made Billy cum prematurely. As I exited the room I heard Billy say, "Shoot! Sunny!"

This of course brought a response from Felicia who wanted to know why Billy was calling out his sister's name while fucking her. This is something women do not appreciate. Billy did manage an inane excuse, and Felicia dropped the issue. 

Billy's balls hanging down reminded me of what happened to him and Steven as children when we still had a farm. Pa had bought a prize bull for stud service. He was real proud of that bull. He had a harness on the bull and would parade it around its pen. Well, one thing the bull did have was a huge set of balls which hung down real low betweens its legs. 

About that same time Steven and Billy got their first BB guns and like most boys had to shoot everything and that set of balls proved to be too much of a temptation for them. They would hit those balls and that bull would take off running. They would keep that bull running back and forth in that pen, like a carnival target. It got to the point to where all the boys had to do was cock their guns and the bull would go crazy. 

Well, Pa was real proud of that bull and one day went into the pen to parade it around to a few of the neighbors. At the very sound of the gate cracking open, the bull went crazy and tore Pa up. Pa was dumbfounded, "I don't know what has gotten into that bull." 

Then one of the neighbors pulled Pa aside and explained to him what his boys had been doing to that bull. Their bottoms were sore for a good part of that week.



Anita's Sexual Adventures Ch. 08



Chapter Eight: Pa Biggerstaff

When our folks came home, Ma went on by herself to Sarasota, Florida to dry out for a spell under supervised care. Pa announced he was in charge and we were going back to being a normal family again. We didn't think any more of it. But apparently Pa took the job seriously, possibly because he was inspired by building a Jesus theme park for "Pay the Lord". 

I came home from school as usual and went to my room to change clothes, and maybe put on a little shoe show for Billy. Pa was sitting there on my bed pondering. He was facing the large hole in my closet connecting to Billy's closet and in his hand he had some of my lingerie. It was Steven's favorite with the holes cut out in the nipples and crotch. He held up my bra with the wholes in it and said, "This is as sorry as a two dollar watch."

I had no way out. I didn't have a story. So I did what any woman would do in this case. I began to cry. 

Pa was not sure what to think of my reaction. He stood up and I tightly wrapped my arms around him sobbed, and sniffled, "I'm sorry Papa." 

Pa did not know what to think. He was making up scenarios and excuses for me, blaming my evil brothers for spying on me and not even mentioning the lingerie, which looked fairly new, except for a cum stain or two, something Pa, was not bright enough to figure out. He was going to punish those boys, worse than when they blew up the dam or shot his bull in the balls with a BB gun. I knew it. Billy was going to die. 

Pa held me back and kissed the top of my head. I kissed Pa, on the cheek. Pa kissed me on the cheek. I kissed Pa again on the cheek. Pa held me a little tighter and kissed me on the lips. I kissed Pa back on the lips. I could feel Pa's growing crotch next to me. I rubbed up against it as Pa kissed me again. Pa touched my breast. I let him. We kissed some more. I rubbed against his crotch more. Pa went to fondling my breast. I grabbed his crotch, Pa grabbed my crotch. So much for being a normal family again, "unlessin' we were from West Virginie," as Grand Pappy Amos might say. But-hey, I got everyone out of trouble.

Pa's hands removed my top over my head. I hugged and kissed him in my bra, as Pa felt me up. The clothes quickly came off at this point. Pa's shirt was next to go, followed by both of our pants. As it turned out neither one of us had on any kind of underpants. My bra was the last casualty. Judging from the size of Pa's dick I could see I was in for another grand and glorious Biggerstaff pounding. Now there was a stick I wouldn't mind if Pa would beat me with it.

But before Pa would beat me with his joy switch, I wanted to showoff my fine cock sucking ability that Billy learned me. Although I wouldn't let Pa know who I learned it from. I got down on my knees in front of Pa and opened wide for chunky. 

I said to Pa, "Oh Daddy it is so big, I don't know if I can get it all in my mouth."

He had a great tasting cock, sort of like Billy's but with a more aged, milder taste. I was able to get Pa all the way in my mouth with no problem. I gave him a good ball lickin' too. 

Pa had his hands on my head and said, "Ah Sunny, you just don't know what that does to ya Pa." 

Well actually I did know because I did the same thing to Steve and Billy and watched them explode cum all over the place. I cupped Pa's balls with my hands as I worked his dick in and out of my mouth. His dick felt good filling up my mouth. I tasted Pa's pre-cum when he stopped me. "I don't want to go like this," Pa said. "Let me please you, Sunny." 

Pa had me lay down on the bed naked with my legs spread far apart. It seems Pa was the Pickens County Fair Pussy Eatin' Champion three years runnin' and I was going to get the ole mustard jar lickin' treatment from the old geezer. Pa drove me crazy with his tongue, he was doin' the Chinese alphabet on my clit. A girl could easily get 'dicted to this. I grabbed hold of Pa's head as he ate my pussy out. This was heaven. There was no one to punish me if I got caught. I heard a quiet but distinctive thump from Billy's closet. It wasn't a Billy thump. It was Steven. I have gotten to know these guys by their thumps. 

He was spying on me and Pa. Pa went to move his head to look in that direction, but I wouldn't let him move from my clutches. I forced his head back in place. I came in my Pa's face. It felt so wickedly good too. I couldn't believe this was the same man who would drive like a bat of hell so we could make it to church on time. 

Pa had a sticky sweet Sunny mustache. He came up and kissed me with it before he mounted me. I liked the taste of love juice, even my own was fine. I wondered if all women tasted like me. Bad Sunny, I thought. 

Pa arranged me on all fours. He wanted to fuck me doggy style from behind. This position was new to me and then I got a mental picture of him and Ma fucking doggy style that just wouldn't leave. I wanted Pa to fuck me like a dog too. 

Pa was able to do some reach arounds and play with my titties while-en he fucked me. I was feeling really good and playful. "Woof, woof," I barked for my Pa. I kept making barking and howling noises. I heard a titter from the closet and a soft whisper of "shut-up." Pa was too busy with my tits and pussy to notice as my barks covered up the commotion. The audience only made me want to bark and howl some more. I could only imagine what Steven and Billy would want me to do to encore for them next. I could envision Steven buying me a collar and leash instead of a naughty nightie. 

With a few grunts from Pa, and a woof and yelp from me, Pa filled my coochie with his cum. We laid there for a moment and Pa talked to me like an adult. "Are you okay with this?" he would ask. Then he reminded me not to tell Ma, like I was incredibly stupid. Then Pa asked an innocent enough question, "Is there anything I can get you?" 

I answered up, "A car like Steven's would be nice." I was joking of course. Pa meant something in the way of fetchin' me an RC Cola. 

Pa thought for a bit and sat back down on the bed. He placed his hands on my knees and said, "Pa is going to have some important guests down here next week. If you are as nice to them as you were to me, Sunny might be able to get her wish, but I can't make any promises." 

The idea sounded like blackmail and prostitution. I really didn't want any part of that. All I wanted was to love and be loved. I told Pa, "I love you Pa. I'll do what ever you want and you don't have to buyin' me no car or such." Besides I have seen Pa buy cars. The value of the cars he buys generally depends on how much gas is in the tank. 

"Okay, you will then?" Pa again asked. 

I nodded yes. 

"Mr. Fish might be there," Pa added. 

I said, "Okay, I like Mr. Fish too." Fish wasn't his real name. His real name was Gil Haddock, but for some reason everyone called him fish which I couldn't figure out. He didn't fish, nor did he look like a fish, except for his eyes, which were cloudy. Pa said Fish had "Cadillacs" in his eyes. 

Fish did have all of his own teeth, which he kept in a jar. He got all of his teeth pulled a few years back and got dentures. He claimed he had to do it. His gums had become weak and sore from the gum disease he got when he visited Jamaica on vacation. Pa says "we ain't ever goin' there for a vacation." In fact I don't think we ever left the country unless-en' you count "South of the Border" on I-95.

I couldn't wait. I got horny that night just thinking about. I snuck over into Billy's room that night and gave him a blow job while he played opossum with his hands behind his head and a shit eating grin. After he came in my mouth, I gobbled down all of his cum. As I left I gave Billy a quick peck on the lips, which he returned and whispered, "woof." 



Anita's Sexual Adventures Ch. 09



Chapter Nine: Game Day

For the next week when Pa wasn't around, my brothers would make barking noises at me and giggle. Pa had to go back to Charlotte and Ma was still on an extended dry out. This gave us ample time for my brothers to fuck me like a dog as we smoked Steven's pot. They took turns fucking me from behind as I barked like a dog for them. They got a kick out of this and besides you can't get pregnant fucking doggy style. I didn't get to practice my cock sucking ability too much this week. I hoped maybe cock sucking would be like riding a bike. Once you learned, you would never forget, but still it was nice to stay in practice. I tried talking my brothers into letting me play Pearl Harbor with them instead of this doggy fucking all the time. It was no dice. It was beginning to creep me out. I feared for the local strays.

Pa came back from Charlotte and that weekend we had Jim Boulanger (pardon my French) over for a little get together. Yes THE Jim Boulanger of "Pay the Lord". Fish, Pa's business partner also showed up. Billy was so impressed he left for the Peach Blossom Motel so he could give the bone to Felicia. She had her standards- no car fucking. If you couldn't afford a cheap motel, there would be no pussy plain and simple. I liked fucking in the car too much to adopt her high standards. 

The five of us, Steve, Pa, Jim, and Fish talked in the living room and drank some adult beverages. Ma didn't trust Jim, even on a sober day. She claimed he was lower than a snake's belly in a wagon wheel rut. Sometimes she would add "in Death Valley," but we got the general idea without it. Pa liked the man and trusted him with his and our future both in this life and the next one. They mostly talked about how well Jesus' theme park was going and how they would all be ga-zillionaires and what they would do with all that money. They all had different ideas and then Fish said he was going to be a world gambler and play poker for the rest of his life. The guys all laughed at Fish and issued him a challenge. They were all going to gamble with the money they did not have. 

The men moved from the living room to the kitchen table. I was just going to watch. I was a little under dressed for the event. I had on my daisy Duke outfit, cutoff shorts and a shirt tied around the middle. I was braless and giving the boys a treat every time I twisted my body or for that matter even moved. Boulanger's eyes didn't stray far from me, likewise Mr. Fish kept tabs on my cleavage. 

The four men sat around the table and hashed out the rules for betting, chip value, etc. I would be their official beer fetcher. When the first hand was dealt I pulled a chair up next to Pa, but he didn't want me in a position where I could see Steven's hand and his hand both so he told me if I wanted to watch, I could sit on his lap and bring him luck. 

I didn't know if he really meant it, or just wanted me to leave, but I wanted to be a part of the group. So I put my hand around Pa's neck and sat on his lap. He gave a slight "oomph" as I was not nearly as light as I was when I was a little girl on Pa's lap. I hoped Pa or Steven for that matter, didn't do anything that might implicate we were as close as Lot's family. 

I sat there quietly on Pa's lap helping him decide what to do. With my help and advice he would break up a pair and try to draw 3 to an inside straight. He was so unlucky. Steven was winning a lot of hands and Pa was buying more chips. Pa suggested I go sit with Steven for a spell to help his "luck" along. Steven's jeans were as rough as corn cob on my bare legs. I kept moving around to get comfortable and mostly to do a little scratchin' on my legs. 

After Steven lost a couple of nice pots with second high flushes my fidgeting got the best of him. He said, "Oh you like to move around," and he began to tickle me on the side. I moved around a lot more. My breasts jiggled nicely for the boys as they became more exposed. When I tried to cover myself up, Steven would tickle me some more so I would have move my arms to stop him. I eventually fell on the floor with a nipple exposed. I quickly covered myself up. I said, "I bet Mr. Fish wouldn't mind if I sat with him." 

Mr. Fish looked surprised. "Why, why no I wouldn't mind," he sputtered as he pulled his chair back a few inches to make room for me. I sat on Fish's lap. I noticed his eyes kept trying to look inside my blouse. He was getting a little woody. I knew I was sitting on his dick which was now sprawling down his pants leg. I winked at him as I slowly rocked back and forth on his hard-on. Every now and then I would lean over and point at a card for him to keep or throw. This would allow him a better view of my chest. I could feel his hot breath on my cleavage whenever I did this. 

Fish had a bad hand and started making heavy bets. I thought he was trying to bluff, but no one was buying into it. In fact Jim raised him back a few million or whatever those blue chips were worth. Fish was called and he laid his hand out. "Flush" he proclaimed as he placed all red cards on the table. 

The guys looked dumbfounded as Fish reached for the chips. Finally Pa said, "That may be a flush in the Low Country, but up here they still have to be of the same suit." 

Fish looked again. It seems his "Cadillacs" had failed him, but rather he placed the blame on my orbed distractions. Fish claimed he couldn't win with me on his lap and since Jim won, he also won my distractions. I went and sat on Jim's lap for a while. His hand became very friendly with my butt real fast. I knew he was signing Pa's paycheck so I didn't say anything. When Jim's hand started to work his way over to my crotch area, I created a roadblock my placing my hand there to stop the preacher's progression to the promise land. 

I got up and went to the bathroom while Jim dealt. Pa followed me. He intercepted me on the way back and I was asked, "Is Jim getting fresh with you?" 

I answered honestly for once, "He's tryin' Pa, but I ain't lettin' him." 

"Would you mind lettin' him. It is important we make him happy. You know he doesn't sleep with his wife anymore?" Pa said.

"You want me to sleep with Jim Boulanger?" I asked for clarification. 

"Well, no Sunny. But if that what it takes would you mind?" Pa continued. 

I hesitated and looked for a way out. "Gee Pa, I don't know. I luv ya Pa, but this is going to be tough. You know what Ma thinks of him and my thoughts aren't far off of hers." 

"I know Sunny. If you don't want to do anything with him, that is fine too. I won't make you do anything you don't want to do." Pa answered. 

I got the love answer I wanted to hear from Pa. he really did care about how I felt. I said, "Okay Pa, I do it for you. You don't think Fish will mind the show?" 

"Fish? Naw. He has had a hankerin' to get into your pants for a long time now. I am sure he won't mind," Pa replied giving me more information than I wanted to know. 

I went back to my seat on Jim's lap. In fact I skipped back to my spot, making my boobs bounce a little. I was going to act like a hoochie-girl for my Pa. 

I rested myself on Jim's lap. I "accidentally" touched his crotch as I moved around a little to get comfortable. That was his signal that things had changed, along with me putting both my hands on the table. 

It didn't take Jim long for his hand to find my poontang. He felt it from outside of my shorts. The denim was thick so he had to use a little force to make an impression. Jim would occasionally bring his hand up away from my poontang, when he wanted something to drink or had to deal. When he did that, it would always softly brush against my breast and linger for just a moment. 

After a few hands of this feel-me-up stuff, I decided to give Jim a quick feel. Just to see how his crotch is doing. I placed my hand down at the side of my shorts, pretending to rest it on my pocket, and rubbed his little pecker till it got real good and hard. 

I felt so devilish. Jim had to make a pants adjustment just to get comfortable.

While Pa was dealing, Jim slipped both hands down to my shorts and unsnapped them. He slowly and quietly moved the zipper down. This allowed Jim to touch my bare bush with his fingers. I looked at Pa with wide eyes and a cocked head as Jim was unzipping me. He knew Jim was up to something. Jim continued to play cards with one hand holding the cards, and with the other twiddlin' with my fur. 

I would rub Jim's crotch from time to time. This he liked, even when I almost made him spill his drink. I slid down on his lap a bit to loosen my shorts. This allowed his fingers to grace my pussy lips, although coming in from the top he couldn't really finger me too good. 

When it was Jim's turn to deal, he would remove his hand and coyly rub his face with it, sniffing my pussy aroma. I has sitting on Jim's left leg, mostly while Fish sat to his right. Fish became suspicious of our play and leaned his head over to the side of the table to have a peek. Neither Jim nor I did anything to cover ourselves. He got a good view of my bush and of Jim with his hand down my shorts. He leaned back and didn't say a word. He curiously looked around the table at Steven and at Pa. 

Finally Pa said, "Anything wrong, Fish?" 

"Nope, nothing at all", Fish said. "This ain't my first rodeo. Everything is fine by me if everything is fine by you. She is your daughter. I just wish I hadn't given her up so fast." " Well," Pa said as he rubbed his face in a long exhausting Brian Keith (Uncle Bill, Family Affair) manner. "Perhaps you can win her back from Jim. Why don't we have Sunny sit on the winner's lap after each hand? But we would have to play longer games, like 7 card stud, or maybe jacks to open trips to win marathon. Unlessin' you would want Sunny to be a hoppin' all over the place every couple of minutes?"

Pa's words reminded me of a joke Billy once told me. 

Q: What is green and hops from bed to bed?

A: A prostitoad. 

Get it? Billy is so funny. 

WOW! I was going to be a big time hoochie-girl for Pa. I was curious, with us having company and all, what kind of "activity" Pa and Steven would engage in when I sat on there laps with my shorts half off. As it turned out it was pretty much nuttin' they wouldn't do anything if front of strangers that would be wrong. Their laps were pretty much like "Free Parking" exceptin' Steven who would grab a quick feel when he thought no one was a lookin'. When we had a new winner, I would get up from one spot, hold on to my unzipped shorts with one hand, and then shuffle carefully over to another lap. 

Jim didn't object to this new arrangement, although both him and Mr. Fish seemed to have played a little more aggressive, staying in pots longer than they should in hopes of winning. This of course helped Steven and Pa. I eventually made it to Mr. Fish's lap. He wasted no time "fishing" as his fingers went straight toward my poontang. 

He didn't even pretend he was behaving as a gentleman. I didn't stay long on Mr. Fish's lap before I again found sanctuary on Pa's lap. 

It was here we had a turning point. Jim won the hand and had gotten up to go to the refrigerator for some adult liquid refreshers which we in the south call "Budweisers." He came back to the table with five beers as I was in transit from Pa to Jim. In doing so I had to go by Steven. Jim handed me a beer. As I reached for it with one hand, Steven grabbed my other arm. With both hands free, my shorts fell to the floor. I stood there with my butt and pussy hanging out. "Oops-a-daisy" I said. 

I set my beverage down on the table, gave Steven a dirty look, as if to say "look what you did" and commenced to go to a recovery mode when Pa spoke up. "No sense putting those short britches on now. Everyone has seen what you got. You might as well leave 'em off." 

Pa was such a logical philosopher. I could see where Billy got his brains. I did what the wise old sage told me to do. I kicked my shorts off and sat on Jim's lap bare-ass naked, 'cepting I still had on my top. Jim quickly developed a new card playing technique, holding his cards in his left hand while fingering my poontang with his right. This was not the best position for him and he was constantly flashing his cards at Mr. Fish, who just happened to be peaking over this way anyway. My pussy was warming up to the attention it was getting and being fingered like this in front of other men was a bit of a turn-on for me, as I was already a bit of an exhibitionist from all that flashing I had done from Steven's car. 

I went to Steven's lap next. Unlike before, he became open with his attention to my poontang. He reached down and ran his finger along my wet pussy lips and said, "You're getting a bit moist down there, Sis." He never called me Sis. It was always, Sunny. 

I grinned and said, "You can blame Mr. Boulanger for that, he's the one that has been giving it all the attention." Mr. Boulanger just smiled back at me. Steven had won a few times in a row. 

My pussy was getting use to his touch. Mr. Fish had a losing hand and slammed his cards on the table. I hadn't sat on his lap since I lost my bottoms. 

"I'm rooting for you Mr. Fish," I said in hopes to calm him down. The next hand Fish raised a lot of money. It was an obvious bluff, but no one called him. I think they wanted to diffuse the situation. I sat bottomless on Fish's lap as he became reacquainted with my pussy. Mr. Fish was real happy now. In fact he took us to a new level. Instead of just being content with playing with the young girl's pussy, he took his finger, stuck it just inside my loose fitting shirt, pulled it out a bit, just enough to expose a nipple, and said, "Whatcha got in there?" as he looked curiously at my boobies. 

I looked around at the table filled with men as they looked at my boobies. I said, "Pa, do you think I should take this shirt off since y'all have seen my boobies anyway?" Pa had learned me philosophy real good. But I still wasn't a great thinker like Billy. 

"I guess so," Pa responded. 

With his approval I turned my attention to Mr. Fish. I asked him, "Do you care to do the honors?" as I held out my tummy knot to him. 

Mr. Fish didn't waste any time. He untied the knot and I slipped the garment from my shoulders. It seemed this had opened up a whole new playground for the boys. My tits became a new vacation home for Mr. Fish's hand. He would play with my nipple with his left hand while studying his cards. No doubt he wanted to make sure he knew which suit they were before he laid them down. 

After a spell I ended back on Jim's lap. He was eager for me to sit down on his leg being all naked like. As Mr. Fish before him, Jim had just joined the Explorer's Club and roamed his hands all over my naked body in front of my Pa and everyone else. I was getting a bit excited. In fact I pulled Jim's cock out his pants while there at the table and stroked it in front of Pa and the world at our kitchen table. I couldn't help myself. I needed to feel something hard. I was being so bad. 

I think Jim felt a little embarrassed having his cock out in the open like that. He must have wanted to hide it, because he slid me over on top of him, to cover him. I felt Jim's dick inside of me as I looked again over to Pa. Again I was smiling with big eyes, head cocked, as to let him know I was getting dicked my Jim. Jim held my butt and did a little pumping between bets. I was worried about him cumming in me and having a mess running down my legs. 

Fish moved his head around the corner of the table and watched Jim playing hide the sausage. "Shoot! I got to win the next hand!" Fish exclaimed. And indeed he did. I glided off of Jim, gave his dick a quick kiss and sat on Mr. Fish's lap. He quickly pulled out his weenie as I mounted him. His hands went all over my boobs and my pussy as he felt me up and fucked me in front of Pa, his business partner. Mr. Fish's glory didn't last but one hand as Steven won next! 

I sat on Steven's lap bare-assed and he pulled his dick out in front of Pa and everyone as if to fuck me. Then Pa said, "I know you ain't going to try anything funny with your sister. I don't want any grand young-uns looking like your Uncle Roy." 

Uncle Roy was Ma's brother. He had a weird shrinking disease and never grew above four and half feet tall. He also had this eerie lazy eye that was like out of a Poe story. Ma's parents were cousins, although I don't know if they were first or second cousins. I thought it was pretty cool. Growing up I would flirt with and tease my own cousins, flashing the boys at times. I believe cousin Bob lived to see my titties. Now thinking about Uncle Roy being a genetic defect gave me the creeps. 

Steven seemed a bit disappointed. He placed his finger to my mouth as I sucked it, and said, "Pa, maybe Sunny could do something with her mouth. That won't make a young-un." 

Pa thought for a moment as the sage combined science with philosophy. He looked over at Jim for some kind of sign from the Lord. Jim finally said, "The boy is technically correct. You can't get pregnant from oral sex." Fish nodded in agreement. There was now a consensus opinion that oral sex does not make babies. Pa's wheels were a turnin' and a burnin'. He was rubbing his face, doing Brian Keith again when he rendered his decision. "I reckon' a little oral sex wouldn't hurt." This was spoken by a true red state Republican-go figure. 

I got on the floor under the table. Steven dropped his pants to his ankles and slid his chair a bit forward to meet me. His huge one-eyed trouser snake stared me right in the face. I struck at him first. I placed a lip lock around its head and took his shaft deep into my mouth. 

My hands played with his balls as I sword swallowed his meat. The other guys would peer under the table from time to time to check up on me and made sure I hadn't passed out or anything. And they also got to watch me suck cock as a reward for their caring. 

"HOOO-EEEE" Fish proclaimed as he watched me take Steven in my mouth. "Where did you learn that lil' lady?" It appeared to be one of them there rhetorical questions which I couldn't answer with my mouth full. As the winner changed hands I was instructed to go to a different cock under the table. I was allowed to suck everyone's cock, keeping them harder than Chinese 'rithmatic. It was odd when Pa won his hand and I went to him the first time. I wondered what he would do in front of Jim. Well as it turned out, Pa dropped hid pants like everyone else and allowed his philosophy to prevail, "Well, I guess, when in Rome...," he said. 

I sucked on Pa's cock but I was concerned about what would happen after I made someone cum. What would they want me to do next? I found out with Mr. Fish first, who got on a hot streak. I stayed under the table sucking his cock for several hands. I caressed his balls first as I licked his shaft for "good luck" as he requested. I took Fish in my mouth and grasped the base of his shaft and stroked it. His hot sticky cum filled my mouth. I kept stroking his cock slowly in order to make sure his gun was empty. Fish had lost that hand and opted to get out of the game at this point as he claimed, "I just don't have the motivation to win any more." 

At this point I scooted over to Steven and gave him a blow job too. Steven's huge cock didn't last too long. I was on a roll. Steven excused himself. Pa was next on the list. I sucked Pa hard and fast. He didn't stand a chance. He exploded in my mouth before the hand was over. This just left our not so poor out of town guest, who was sitting alone at the table with his pants at his ankles and his weenie sticking out, pointing at me. I crawled under the table to Jim. 

I didn't want him to cum too fast. I knew Pa would want me to take extra special care of our TV preacher guest. I held his cock in my hands as I licked him with long strokes of tongue, culminating at the head where his cock would get a quick suck. Then I would work my way down to his balls, which I would suckle in my mouth. I could feel his cock twitch in my hand. As I licked his cock, Jim's hands went to my head and were trying to force his dick into my mouth. I surrendered to his needs and gave him a good ole fashion country girl cock sucking. I took Jim's wand all the way down to the root. Of course he was no Biggerstaff. Jim had a hold of my head as Pa, came into the kitchen to fetch some beers. 




Anita's Sexual Adventures Ch. 10



Chapter 10: Billy Foursome. 

After that night things were not the same at our house with Ma being gone. I had become the fuck toy of my Pa and brothers. The three of them would take turns with me from one day to the next. The oddest time was when I was in the kitchen getting a drink of water. Pa came up from behind me at the sink and cupped my breasts while he poked his erect dick at my ass. He then moved me over to the kitchen table where he bent me over and undid the snap on my pants. My pants were quickly at my ankles while Pa fucked me from behind. No sooner was Pa done when Steven jumped in and fucked me, and then Billy played caboose. I got trained by my own family and did it feel good too. 

When Ma came back, things quieted down and my pussy got a bit of a rest, 'ceptin' for my Silver Surfer friend. In spite of Ma having fucked my brothers once, I don't think she would cotton to that again. Nor could I ever imagine her approving of Pa fucking me, let alone my brothers. The family fuck-fest had come to an end. We would have to go back to sneaking around, with Pa being odd man out as Ma would know my scent instantly on Pa's dick. 

I had gone a few weeks without a good fucking, nor so much as a brother grabbing my tits when no one was looking. Was my pussy getting boring to them already? 

I decided one night to put on a good show for Billy through the peep hole. In spite of things cooling down, he would still watch from time to time as I could tell by the closet thumps. Well this one night he was extra loud, so I did a slow strip in front of the hole and gave him close-up looks of my tits and pussy. I was hopin' to arouse his Biggerstaff for a good fucking. It was Wednesday night. Ma and Pa would be at the church all night. It was good therapy for Ma for them to spend some time together and exercise her demon. I had a little demon of my own which needed some attention. 

I heard some clumsy movement in Billy's peep closet. I knew he was watching my up close and personal show for his eyes only. I even did a little Silver Surfer action standing at the peep hole. I wanted to get fucked and get fucked badly. I needed cock. I was hot wet and ready. I decided to pop butt naked into Billy's room to get some cock. In opened the door and burst in on Billy....and his friends. There were two of them there, I knew from school. One was Chester, who I had dated once and gave him a hand job. The juvenile bragged about it, so I never went out with him again. The other guy was Daryl. He was a smart, slightly overweight fellow with blonde hair like Chester's hair. My heart sank. I knew these boys had been watching me through Billy's peephole. I couldn't believe it had happened to me twice, that my own brother would invite guests over to watch his sister's snatch. 

I was a little angry. I stomped my foot and gave the boys an unintentional breast wiggle. "Billy! How could you bring your friends over here to watch me?" 

Billy replied, "Well Sunny I didn't. They are here to buy some pot. Then Daryl said he would give $20.00 to see you naked, so when you started your routine, I couldn't help myself. It was easy money." 

I felt a little better knowing it wasn't a grand design, but an impromptu voyeurism. But still, a brother should look after his sister, not exploit her. I suddenly realized I was naked in a room with boys. I turned to walk out, when Billy held my arm and said, "Don't go. We know you came over here for a reason being naked and all." 

Billy had me there. I guess they would have never believed I got lost going to the bathroom. I didn't say anything. Billy pulled me toward the center of the room where all three of them gathered around my naked body. I was trapped. My folks were out and if I yelled only Steven would come to my rescue and that wouldn't help me at all. That would be just one more hungry cock to satisfy. 

The boys' hands covered my body. I had hands jockeying for position on my breasts, ass, and pussy. Billy held me and kissed me on the lips and then passed me to Chester who did the same. From Chester I went to Daryl. They all took turns kissing me and feeling me up. I was already wet when I came in the room and now I was becoming super horny. I was slowly forgiving Billy. My legs spread a little as fingers entered my pussy from what seemed like four different directions. My knees were getting weaker. The guys were undressing. With their shirts off I could feel the heat coming from their skin as it comforted me when they held me. After a few more feely-kissy spins around with the boys, their pants were gone. I now had cocks to touch and play with as I kissed the boys. In fact I hand both hands full of cock. I was going to get some dick tonight. 

The big pass around, breast, and genital touching session ended when Billy placed me on his bed. I laid there spread leg and naked as Billy's tongue lapped my pussy. Chester and Daryl gave me a breast massage. 

Chester asked Billy, "Can I eat some of that too?" And with that the three boys took turns sampling my love juices. I would grab and stroke their cocks as they fondled my breasts. Soon I was sucking dick to no objection. 

The eating of my pussy felt good. Billy did the alphabet song, Chester did side strokes and Daryl could curl his tongue and fuck me like a dick-now that was weird, but I didn't complain. Finally I said sweetly, "Would one of you boys mind fucking me?" 

There seemed to be no problem finding a volunteer. Chester who was doing as side stroke stopped and mounted me. The dick sucking essentially stopped at this point, but I was still able to massage the boys and keep them hard while they found ways to touch my boobs. The boys took turns climbing on me. Once I had been dicked by all of them, we moved to a new position. Chester lay on the floor while I mounted him. This allowed my mouth, which seemed to be another orifice of interest, to attend to neglected business. I could easily take turns sucking two cocks while being poled. Being gang-banged was as much fun as that 69 stuff. 

I was just getting used to this when the music stopped and the guys had to all swap positions. Daryl fucked me again and then my brother. I lost track of my orgasms at 2 raised to the infinity minus one power. I had all their dicks soppin' wet and full of pussy stink. 

Billy's cock gave out first as he came in my mouth. The other two guys were "social cummers" as they both soon came after Billy. Chester shot a load into my mouth which dribbled out to my tits and Daryl was nice enough to fill my pussy with hot cum. I held my finger to my lips and said, "Not a word of this to anyone." They all nodded in agreement. I kissed the boys goodnight on the cheek as they didn't seem to want to tongue me at this point. I got some friendly pats on the ass as I heard my folk's car pull in the drive way. We got done just in time. 

My pussy felt satisfied, but I felt a little let down. The deep feeling of Billy's betrayal was gone, but I had lost something that night. The deep love and respect I had for Billy had come down to Earth. I realized his feelings were not as strong as mine. I still loved the guy, but didn't worship him as before. This evening damaged what little reputation I had left as word of this night leaked out. The gang-bang wasn't so bad, but the constant denial of having sex with my own brother grew tiresome, as I would hear the snickers as I walked past the lockers at school. After graduation I decided it would be best to leave town for a while. 



Anita's Sexual Adventures Ch. 11-12



Chapter 11: Pay the Lord, The Beginning.

I took that card out Jim gave me. It was as if he knew I would call. He must be psycho. I had folded it over the number. There was a crease on one of the numbers that I couldn't make it. It took me three tries to get the right number, but I got through to Jim who was happy to hear I was headed to Charlotte to make the Lord's ministers satisfied so they could concentrate on the Lord's work. At least that was what I was told. I had no pretensions about my job. I was going to be a hoochie girl for a small private group of guys and get paid well for it, as well as have some fun of my own. 

Jim was very cordial when we met again. I wasn't going to be pushed into anything right away. Jim assigned me to the choir. I told Jim that I couldn't carry a note in a bucket. Jim didn't seem to care. He wanted me up front as "eye-candy." Later I would realize he would want potential investors to see me and want me. I would be the "icing" on the deal. As expected the real choir found out I couldn't sing on day one. The other girls in the choir despised me while the boys loved me and also loved to read my T-shirts, or so I gathered. There were a few of them I wouldn't have mind dating. Well to be honest, and I hope this doesn't cause anyone to think negative of me: I would have fucked them all.

My biggest fear was put to rest when I met Jim's wife Terry Faye. Instead of being jealous and hating me she pulled me aside and became my mentor. She gave me some wonderful make-up tips. Terry Faye knew of Jim's infidelities. In fact she encouraged me to keep Jim satisfied, so he wouldn't slobber all over her. Besides, those cute boys in the choir... You got it. She hand picked some of them herself and most of the boys were willing to have a fling with Terry Faye, or for that matter anything soft, warm, wet, and slippery like a soapy wash cloth. 

After I got my first pay check- and Jim treated me right, I started to get settled in with the routine. Shortly after I was comfortable with the job and people, Jim called me into his office. I knew something was up when he had me lock the door behind me. He spoke to me slowly and distinctly, choosing his words carefully. "You have been doing a fine job, Sunny. In fact Terry Faye has said wonderful things about you." Jim complimented me. 

"I really haven't done anything." I replied. "All I do is stand up front, lip sync hymns, answer phones, take pledges, and stuff envelopes. It is really fairly easy for the money you pay." "Well let's keep your pay a secret. You are my highest paid choir member and I wouldn't want them all asking me for a raise. In fact a few of them are volunteers who don't get paid." Jim explained.

"Sure thing Jim," I said smiling at him. "Is there anything else I can do to help "Pay the Lord"?" 

Jim gave me a devilish grin back, "Why yes, yes there is something more you can do. Step over here by me.

I walked over and stood by Jim's desk. He held both my hands and said, "Could you please get undressed for me again, like you did at your Pa's house and then go under my desk?"

I smiled at Jim and nodded. I quickly stripped. It was been 12 days 16 hours and 22 minutes since I had any dick, I wasn't going to pass up this opportunity. I slipped my top off over my head, and then turned around to let Jim do the honors on the bra. It rolled off my arms and I turned around and faced Jim to let him see my titties. The skirt came off next. I kicked off my shoes and doffed the panties. I was completely naked as the day I was born; 'ceptin' there was more of me now. I sat on Jim's lap and put one arm around him and let my other hand find his crotch. Jim wasted no time in exploring my private parts, as his hands roamed from breasts to pussy. 

While Jim was having his fun, I unzipped his pants and freed his cock. It leaped out of his pants and invited me to give it a lick as if it was calling to me, "Lick me Sunny." 

I looked Jim straight into his trouser eye, slid down to my knees and took him in my mouth. I slurped on his cock and licked the sides of it clean. While my sucking was going on, Jim unhooked his pants and interrupted me while he slid them to the floor, allowing for more blood circulation to go to his little head now in control of his corporation.

With Jim good and hard and under my control, I stopped sucking his cock, stood up and bent myself over his desk. I spread my legs good and wide, touched my pussy with my hand and commanded, "Fuck me Jim." 

Jim had no trouble in obeying my orders. He stepped out of his pants and mounted me from behind as I rest my torso on his desk. If he wanted to shoot his load, I was going to make him work for it. It felt good having a cock stroke my pussy. Jim reached around and played with my pussy while he fucked me. I love a man who is considerate. I think this is why America loves him so much; always thinking of others. His hand and cock managed to give me an orgasm. I bit my hand and tried not to yell too loud. I wouldn't want his secretary to think Jim was beating me. With my pussy sopping wet, it didn't take Jim long to add his lubricant to it. His hot sticky cum felt great as it exploded inside of me. Jim then kissed me on my bare back, gave me a little "thank you" and instructed me to go clean-up and get dressed in his executive wash room. 

I came back fully dressed and sat on Jim's lap. Jim played with my breast as he spoke. "I am having a get together at my place with some important people. I was wondering if you could play hostess to them as well as you did with me." I just looked at Jim as he continued. "There will be six of us total."

I thought for a moment grinned and queried, "I will be making overtime for this?" 

Jim responded, "And then some. In fact you got overtime for today." He continued, "Do you have something sexy to wear?" 

I thought for a moment. I had several suitcases full of stuff Steven had gotten me I could wear. However Jim mistook my hesitation to respond to indicate I had nothing to wear and reached into his wallet and said, "A poor country girl like you probably doesn't have anything like that." And before I could say anything Jim whipped out two one hundred dollar bills, "Here go get you something sexy." 

I asked, "Do you mean Victoria Secret's sexy or Fredrick's of Hollywood sexy?" 

Jim didn't seem to know the difference and said, "Either-or, whatever you are most comfortable with." I looked at the two bills. Jim reached back into his wallet. I really didn't need more money and this time I did have chance to say something, but for some reason I became shy as Jim slipped me another hundred in my bra, moved me off his lap, patted me on the ass and instructed me to take the rest of the day off with pay to go get ready for this weekend. I think I am going to like working for Jim. What a wonderful boss. 

Chapter 12: Pay the Lord, Gangbang

I didn't have the heart to tell Jim I really didn't need his money, that I had sexy stuff. I simply took the money and allowed Jim feel good about himself. I would put the money to good use on my favorite charity: me. I had decided I would wear the half cupped bra Steven had bought me for a blow job. It exposed my breasts and nipples while giving me support. I had a short skirt as most girls do. It was black and tight. I would wear my kitty panties with it. They had a kitten on both ends. I debated whether to go with stockings with a garter belt or my long black boots which zipped on the side and extended above the knee. I did need to buy a see-thru blouse. The things you can get at Belk's in South Park Mall.

I opted to get my hair and nails done. I managed to find a place where I didn't need an appointment. I had the split ends taken care of and I dyed it blonde. I managed to find a nail place that could take me at a strip mall near work. It was run by a young Asian girl whose real name I could not pronounce, so everyone called her Kim-Sue. She was exceptionally pretty with large breasts for an Asian woman, although I think she may have been American-Asian mixed and she spoke perfect English. Kim-Sue did a real nice job on my nails, especially painting on the snowcaps as I called them. She chucked as she completed my French manicure, shook her head and said "snowcaps." 

I went home that day very excited about the upcoming weekend. I stopped by the grocery store for supper. I wasn't very hungry and bought a lone banana. A little advice from Sunny at this point: As a female never buy just one banana from the store. They look at you real funny like, and the bag boys play "rock, paper, scissors" to see who performs your bagging and carry-out service. I had to confide in him that I was "really going to eat it." When I got home I tried everything on. Everything fit just fine except for the bra which was a bit snug, but would do in a pinch-literally.

When the day of the event came I got dressed up and forgot to cover myself with a coat before I drove over. I got a lot of stares pumping gas. Jim would later talk to me about the "Pay the Lord" public image and how now I was a face people might recognize, he would appreciated if I dressed appropriately in public, He did say he liked my outfit and grinned when he said he planned on getting his money's worth.

Jim had a big house. It was called Legacy. You could have put four double-wides in this thing. The caterers would bring the meal and all I had to do was to keep it warm and serve it. This was simple enough except for the keeping it warm and serving part. This was real food. Ma never taught me to cook. I could microwave a pizza pretty well and I made a mean Pop Tart. Food had courses? Since when? People ate the salad first and not with the meal? Jesus! I mean Gee-whiz! Jim was pleasant enough to give this country gal the detailed instructions she needed to do simple inane tasks. Stir the pot? Sure, Pa sez I'm good at that.

Jim's family had left so he could conduct business today. This was not unusual for this family. The kids went to Me-Maw's while Terry Faye entertained the boy's choir at the Ramada Inn on Independence Boulevard. You would think she would find someplace new, but Jim knew where to reach her if he needed her and he never did, at least while I was around.

Jim introduced me to his guests. As I would later discover this group were less of an investment group and more a group of his cronies. It really wouldn't have mattered to me either way as they would have gotten the same friendly service. His best friend it seemed was Rev. Fleischer. Normally I don't dislike someone when I first meet them, especially men, but Rev. John Fleischer had "snake" written all over him. It seems he knew more ways to make money than a room full of lawyers.

Jim's brother Norman was one of the first one's there. He had an artificial arm and rarely smiled. He seemed bitter and cold. I don't think you could have melted butter in his mouth. Pops Boulanger was a jovial elderly man. He was sweet as pie and very talkative. I believe he could have blown up an onion sack. Everyone just called him "Pops."

Jim's personal aide was there, David Faggot. I don't think that was his real name, but that was the one that stuck in my mind. He was a nice enough guy-maybe a little too nice. Pa might say, "He was as queer as a three dollar bill." It seemed he and Jim were an "item," although I did try to cure them both so they could get into heaven. 

And then it happened- something really unexpected. Kinch showed up. Kinch looked familiar. It wasn't until he mentioned his ministry did I realize who he was. I only mention this was because he was black and I never had sex with a black man before and I am not too sure how Pa would cotton to it if he found out and I wondered if Billy would still fuck me after I had sex with a black man. There was all kind of confusing things running through my head. Would his cock and sperm taste the same? What if my pill didn't work against black sperm? What if he was too big for me? I pretended Kinch being black was not bothering me. I just smiled a lot like a mindless beauty queen. Although to be honest Kinch seemed to be more like the real deal in this group. 

Dinner was being served. The men went to the dining table and sat down. They had room for about a half dozen more people at this table. I served up the food, getting compliments on my clothing and pats on my rump, except for Kinch. He just placed his hand behind me and pretended to pat my ass. Rev. Fleischer went as far as feeling up my leg to my panties, where his finger touched my panty clad pussy lips. I watched him from the corner of my eye as I walked off. He made a show of sticking his finger to his nose. I could tell already I was going to not like swallowing his cum. 

I ate in the kitchen and managed to catch bits and pieces of the conservation while serving. Apparently someone gave a woman named Marilyn a hickey which caused her to have visions and speak in tongues. It seemed of all the TV preachers, Kinch lacked having these gifts of the Holy Spirit. The group was attempting to convince him he had this gift too. I found out while Norman was patting my ass with good hand.

After dinner the group went to Jim's den or library. It was a mass of overstuffed leather chairs. Jim had just bought the chairs. It seems an elderly woman in Gastonia, who Jim claimed would have a special place in heaven, gave her entire estate to "Pay the Lord" and not her heathen children who despised the organization.

I served the gentleman drinks. Kinch had sweet tea, while the rest drank alcohol. Most had a combination of Jack Daniels and something except for David who liked fuzzy navels. I was getting my usual rump pats and feels. When I was bent over serving Norman I had my back to Pops, who lifted my skirt to get a better look at my panties. "What is that?" Pops asked.

"That's my kitty," I said. 

"Well let everyone see your kitty," Jim added.

I considered Jim's whims as orders from the boss. I lifted the back of my skirt and let everyone look at the kitty on my panties.

"What's on the front of those panties?" Pops asked. 

"Why a kitty too," I said as I hiked my skirt up to my waist and paraded around showing off my panties which were tight enough to boost a bit of a camel toe. 

The room agreed those were very nice kitties and it was brought up that I should remove the skirt so they could all see my kitties without having to bend over and look up my skirt. I nodded my head and said "Okay." 

The next time I came back with drinks, I was minus the skirt. Of course walking around in panties encouraged longer and more frequent pats and feels. And then Pops had a minor complaint that my shirt or blouse tails obstructed some of their view of my kitties and he brought up the idea that maybe the blouse should go too.

This time I stood in the middle of the room and undid the buttons on the blouse. It wasn't as if they hadn't seen my tits. I have been showing them off all day with this see-thru material, now it was show time. The men watched as the blouse slid off my arms and revealed my naked breasts, well at least the top half of them. None of them were looking at my kitty- the fibbers.

At this point Kinch excused himself and said he had to leave. Jim tried to convince Kinch he should stay that the fun was just about to begin and what happens at Legacy stays at Legacy. Kinch said he would love to, but he had to catch a plane and maybe he could stay the next time.

This left five horny white men, and a semi-topless platinum blonde running around in her half-bra and panties with her pussy plainly outlined. With Kinch gone, the guys got bolder in their moves. It seems now that my tits were exposed, they were fair game to be touched, patted and felt as I served drinks and smiled.

I was warming up, swelling up, and my bra was starting to get tight. In fact I was pulling and tugging at it in order to make it more comfortable when David suggested I just remove the darn thing so I wouldn't fidget so much. I guess I made Jim's bitch a little nervous with my fidgeting. Since my boobs were already hanging out, why the heck not.

The guys were getting pretty well shit-faced from the drinking. I knew it was on going to be a matter of time before the panties were gone and I became Pussy for The Lord. My tits were getting a workout and my ass pats had evolved to pussy feels. Some of the guys were tipping me money and using their good hand to feel my pussy. Dollars were being placed between my tits. This experience was new to me, but I loved it. In fact every time I served a drink I held my panties out for a tip. This is great work when you can get it and have the equipment to do it.

Pops was relaxed on a sofa when he reached out and grabbed me and pulled me onto his lap. He planted a big sloppy kiss on me and felt up my boobs. Norman was using his hand to remove my panties. He managed to get them down to the top of my boots at which point he was struggling. I didn't want him to rip them. They were a pair of Billy's favorites which I couldn't tell anyone, 'ceptin' maybe Jim. I managed to push Pops off of me for a moment, and said, "Wait a second." I helped poor Normal in getting my panties off. I was still petty much under Pops' control when John said, "Let her up Pops so we can all look at her now. Besides I need another drink"

Pops got in a few more feels and allowed me to stand up to do my job. I was now a naked hostess in a pair of boots. "Puss 'n Boots" is what the guys were calling me. I now paraded around naked to the men's delight, whose conversation now focused on me and what a great job Jim did in "finding me" although I never knew I was lost. I exchanged drinks for pussy feels, or so it seems until Pops once again pulled me to his lap. He instructed me to rub up and down on the crotch of his pants, while his hands took inventory of my private parts. This I would discover is what is called a lap dance and women actually get paid to do this kind of easy work. David then suggested that we put some music on and I could dance around and give everyone a lap dance. I had now become Jim's private dancer and hoochie girl. Dancing came easy to me. I could bump and grind hips, wiggle tits, and expose my pussy to a group of men with the best of them. Growing up with two horny brothers, a horny Pa and one bathroom prevented me from being shy about my naked body. I gave the guys a good show.

Since I knew Jim's cock already I felt the most comfortable plopping down on his lap first and making him hard. Jim wasn't shy about feeling me up. He grabbed some titty while I leaned back on him.

Norman was next. Norman placed his artificial hand on my waist, which felt eerie and cold while his good hand headed toward warmer climates down under. His hand played with my pussy. After I thought he had enough, I moved on to David, keeping the dreaded Rev. Fleischer for last. 

David seemed most interested in my breasts. He left my pussy untouched as I rubbed up and down on his dick. He squeezed my boobs playfully and played with the nipples. I almost went back to Pops next, but that would have been a deliberate diss on Rev. Fleischer who was eagerly awaiting his turn with me. I didn't think Jim would want me to hurt his feelings. I made Fleischer wait a bit longer as I chose to first dance nude in front of him first. I thought I was pretty hot looking in just my boots and so did the men. I did some bend-overs and spread my pussy lips and cheeks for him. I gave him a face full of titty before I plopped down on his lap.

Once my naked ass was on John Fleischer's lap his hands were all over me. He was like a kid at Christmas, poking this, prodding that, sticking his fingers in here and there. He was a regular octopus. Instead of just feeling me up like the rest of the guys, John stuck his fingers in my pussy. I moved up and down on him as he finger fucked me. I was getting wet. John was getting all worked up. Finally he turned to our host and said, "Jim, I gotta have some of this." Jim nodded and said, "By all means help yourself. I'm sure Sunny won't mind."