5 comments/ 79207 views/ 107 favorites Uncle Bill's Halloween Whore By: sethp Thank you PennLady for your help with editing! All mistakes are mine and mine alone. She cannot be held responsible for a dumbass like me! ***** Brenda gets mistaken for a Prostitute, and ends up loving being Uncle Bill's trick and treat! Uncle Bill was his usual disgusting self, again, Brenda thought. It was his birthday, and Brenda's mom, Bill's sister, had thrown him a little party. She'd made him a cake and bought a couple of presents, and gathered the family. It was too bad that his birthday was on Halloween. It kind of ruined the holiday. Brenda went through the motions, even eating a piece of cake with them. It wouldn't have been so bad, but Uncle Bill was always so rude, loud and obnoxious, making off-color jokes filled with sexual innuendo. Brenda just didn't like him. Her mother and father were quiet, neat people, whereas her uncle was like a frat boy who had never grown up. Sure, Brenda had a wild side, but she preferred things neat, tidy, clean and organized, just like her parents. Uncle Bill owned his own plumbing company, and true to form, when he bent down to hug Brenda's two little sisters goodbye, he displayed the requisite plumber's crack. He still had greasy stains on his work shirt, which was too short and rode up over his fat belly every time he reached up for anything. Brenda shuddered in anticipation of the hug he was sure to give her before he left. He was dirty, fat, balding, greasy and usually sweaty. Worse, though, were the little glances that he kept making at Brenda's chest. After graduating high school, her breasts had grown to epic proportions. She knew she carried a little extra weight, and that her tummy was a little too flabby, but her large breasts made up for it. She didn't mind guys glancing at them, but it was creepy when Uncle Bill did it. He was family. Brenda wasn't a virgin, but she'd only been with one guy. It was her first true love and she still missed him. His name was Nathaniel and he'd moved away just several months ago. She'd been thinking about him all day and had been in a horrible funk. Instead of retreating to her room, like she'd been planning, she'd been forced to attend Uncle Bill's birthday party. Being around people today hadn't been on the agenda. Uncle Bill came over to her before he left. He'd already said goodbye to the rest of the family and everyone else was in the kitchen getting a second piece of cake. "Hey Brenda," he said. "Hey, Uncle Bill. Happy Birthday," she said, trying to sound like she meant it. "Thanks," he said, leaning in. Brenda saw him quickly glance down at her chest and then he had her in a tight hug, mashing her big breasts between them. As usual, the hug lasted way too long. "I'm heading out. The guys are throwing a party for me too. We're probably going to get really fucked up. Don't tell your mom I said that." He laughed softly. "I'm dressing up like Thor and I'm going to get hammered." He chuckled. "Get it?" "Okay," Brenda said, not looking at him...not wanting to frown at his horrible joke. "You look pretty down in the dumps, Brenda." "Yeah, I'm not having a good day. Sorry if I'm ruining your birthday." "No. Listen. I don't let other people ruin my days. I do what I want, when I want. I don't let nothing get me down. You're not ruining nothing. Here," he said, smiling and handing her a small bottle. "What's this?" "It's a pint of Irish whisky and it will take the blues away. If you get caught though, you didn't get it from me." Brenda's opinion of her uncle went up considerably, for the moment. "Well now I feel bad," she said putting it in her jacket pocket. "Don't. The fellas probably have so much alcohol at my house, that I could swim in it. Enjoy, and don't do anything stupid and don't get caught. See you later," he said giving her chest one more admiring look before heading out the door. Brenda's mother came up behind her, catching her by surprise. "Ha, did I scare you?" "A little." "What were you two talking about?" "I just apologized for being such a downer on his birthday." "Honey, it's okay. He understands. I thought you were going to the harvest festival and then spending the night at Sara's house?" "I was," Brenda started. "But..." "But nothing," her mom interrupted. "Grab your bag and head over. You'll feel better and I'll see you in the morning." Twenty minutes later, Brenda was walking alone in the park with her small overnight bag over her shoulder, taking little sips of the Irish whisky. It didn't take her long to start feeling a buzz. She wasn't sure what she was going to do. She didn't feel like going to the harvest festival or going over to her friend's house. She didn't want to go home. She was sure that was probably what she would do though. She would head home after everyone in the house was already asleep and after she had a good buzz on. Right now, she just wanted to drink alone. Brenda found a lonely bench on an isolated path in the park and finished her little bottle of whisky. She was feeling lightheaded and buzzed when she drained the last of it. Standing up too quickly, she teetered and stumbled almost doing a face plant beside the path. She giggled. "Definitely drunk!" she said to herself, regaining her balance. It was dark and cold and the wind was picking up. Her short leather jacket was no match for it. She was wearing a tight black, long sleeved blouse that was too thin for the wind. And her matching black skirt was too short for this time of year, or at least to be hanging out in the park after dark in. Brenda decided to walk home, thinking that her parents had already headed to bed... She stumbled along the path. "Shit," she exclaimed, tripping over her feet and giggling again. She regained her balance and stopped. In the path ahead, about twenty yards away, two men were standing, blocking her way. Brenda suddenly felt incredibly uneasy. Even in her drunken state, she remembered her self-defense training and her instructor's words; "Trust your instincts. If something doesn't feel right, it probably isn't right." Brenda spun around and started to walk quickly in the opposite direction. She thought she heard two pairs of footsteps following her down the path. She quickened her pace, stumbling along and veering to the left at a fork in the path. She was too afraid to look back. What if they were gaining on her? The path wound around a thick copse of trees. Brenda left the path, winding her way through the trees. On the other side was a small open field, which she made her way across, as fast as she could. Then she worked her way through another stand of trees. She came out onto the edge of the park, realizing that she had no idea where she was. She tried to find a street sign or a recognizable landmark or building. She just couldn't think straight. The good thing was that there were cars on this street and it was well lit. She turned right on the sidewalk and kept moving. The wind was really picking up now and Brenda was freezing. She followed the street to the first intersection, straining to read the sign. "Archetype Road." "I know someone on this road," Brenda mumbled. She knew that street name. "Yes! Uncle Bill!" she exclaimed. He lived on Archetype Road. She had only been over there a couple of times before, but she thought she would recognize his house if she saw it. Brenda looked over her shoulder and thought she saw two dark figures emerge from the park. "Fuck," she muttered, turned, and hurried down the street. Brenda stumbled down the sidewalk, still feeling thickheaded, and now extremely thirsty. She was deathly afraid that she was being pursued and kept on going. Her legs were so tired. She was almost ready to collapse and start crying, but then she saw Uncle Bill's van. His company logo and slogan splashed across the side: "Laying the pipe since 1999!" "What a dumbass," Brenda muttered, but smiling with relief. She'd never been so happy to see his stupid slogan before in her life. She ran up to the front door. It was ajar, so she went in. Music was blaring and the lights were bright. Brenda had to blink her eyes a few times to see. "You're late," said a voice from beside her. "And you need one of these. We thought you'd be in costume...as Black Widow. I'm Iron Man." He gestured to the red plastic armor he was adorned with. Iron Man looked like one of her uncle's helpers. He walked closer to Brenda, offering her a little cheap Halloween mask. She blinked at him. He definitely didn't recognize her and she was struggling to remember his name. "It's all here, but you can count it. We thought you were going to be blonde too." He handed her a thick envelope. Brenda took the envelope, wondering what was in it. It was really thick. She frowned at him. "Oh...uh...I mean its okay that you're not blonde. You've got a really nice rack!" he said happily. "Bill's going to be really happy." "Thirsty," Brenda croaked, still shivering from the cold. Her heart was still beating a mile a minute. She'd figure out what he was talking about after she had something to drink and after she warmed up a little... She stuffed the envelope into her jacket pocket and slipped on the mask. Not much of a costume but she wasn't feeling very Halloweenish this year. It was perfect. "Gotcha," the young man said, rushing down the hall to the kitchen. Brenda heard hurried talking in the kitchen. She saw a small group of people drinking in one of the rooms off to the side. The young man ran back down towards her. "Here," he said, handing her a cold beer and a shot glass full of something dark. "You're early," he said beckoning her to follow him up the stairs. "We weren't quite ready for you, but that's okay." They were expecting her? Brenda was too exhausted and buzzed to follow what he was saying. She took the two drinks from his hands, and followed the young man up the stairs. "We really thought you were going to be blonde and taller," he said laughing. Brenda giggled. "Okay. You already told me that...I can't change who I am," she said as he led her into one of the bedrooms. It looked like someone had puked up the 1970s all over it. It was brightly decorated and amazingly tacky, right down to the matching lava lamps on the bedside tables, and a disco ball hanging off the ceiling. "Oh my god," Brenda gasped, stifling another giggle. There were mirrors everywhere. "Yeah, Bill's quite an operator," the young man said, a little too seriously. Brenda put her overnight bag on the floor, peeled off her jacket and sat on the edge of the bed. She drained the shot glass and took a big swig of the beer. She drank half the bottle in one go. "Can I have another one, please?" The young man was gazing at her chest and snapped it up to her eyes, when Brenda spoke. She didn't mind. He was really cute and muscular. He got back to business. "Sure! I'll be right back. You can change in the bathroom if you need to. Bill had to run to the store. We rolled dice and...uh...I'm first. So..." he was looking around nervously as he spoke. Brenda giggled. "What's your name?" "John," he said. Brenda did recognize him now. He was John Barrow, and he worked for Uncle Bill. He had been a football player with a full scholarship to Stanford before he blew out his knee. She always had the biggest crush on him and now he seemed like he didn't even recognize her and she had no idea what he was blabbering about. "Thanks, John." Maybe he did recognize her. Maybe John was trying to get lucky with her and maybe she would let him, but not in Uncle Bill's room. He left the room to fetch another beer or whatever. Brenda went in and used her uncle's bathroom to pee and freshen up, and then she went and sprawled out on Uncle Bill's king-sized bed. She finished her beer and laid her head back on his oversized pillows. They smelled like him and that was when she decided that he actually didn't smell too bad. Now that she was out of danger, she realized how extremely horny she was. If she was home, she would be up in her bedroom masturbating furiously. She was going to ask Uncle Bill or John for a ride home. John didn't seem like he was drunk, but he did seem nervous. The room started to spin. "Shit," Brenda mumbled and sat up, just as the door opened and John walked in, shutting it behind him. "Hi, again," Brenda said, grabbing the bed covers to stop the room from spinning. She focused on John standing by the door. It worked. She still felt hot but the room wasn't spinning. She shook her head to clear it. John was just standing there staring at her. "What do we do first?" he asked. Brenda wasn't sure. "You could bring that beer over here," she said. She was still very thirsty. John came over and sat on the bed next to Brenda handing her the beer. She took a big gulp of it. She felt much better. She couldn't believe that she was sitting all alone on a bed with one of her biggest crushes. He was four or five years older than she was and had almost been a star quarterback at Stanford. "Take this, please," she said, handing him the beer. He placed it on the bedside table and then leaned in and kissed Brenda on the lips. She stiffened for a moment, stunned. She had no idea he liked her too, and he was just what she needed to get over Nathaniel. He pulled away. "Shit! Sorry...sorry. I know the rules. I didn't mean to." Brenda grabbed his hand. She wasn't sorry that he had kissed her. She had just been shocked. She wasn't sure what he was blabbering about rules. Her uncle's rules? She put her hand on his leg. "I'm not sorry." Then she kissed him. He kissed her back, hard, his hand roaming up the front of her blouse and grabbing one big tit, and squeezing it roughly. "Uh!" She grunted and then sucked his tongue into her mouth. John pushed Brenda back onto the bed, now using both hands on her massive breasts as he kissed her. He sat back, taking his plastic armor and his shirt off and revealing a still muscular body beneath it. "Wow!" Brenda exclaimed. John blushed in pride. "You must see lots of guys with better bodies than mine. Can I see yours?" "What about Bill?" Brenda said looking at the door, sitting up and pulling her tight black shirt over her head. "He'll wait his turn," John said cryptically. "You've got an amazing rack. Will you let me suck your nipples?" he asked, now standing up and pulling his jeans off. This was starting to go a little too fast for Brenda. "Yeah?" she said unsure, but she pulled her bra off anyway. John, clad only in his boxers, pushed Brenda back on the bed again and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth as he roughly pawed her breasts. "Oh, John!" Brenda cried at as he assaulted her nipples. His mouth on her nipples was amazing. She was so wet now, but she didn't want him to think that she was a slut. This was as far as she would go. John moved onto the bed with Brenda, making out with her, hands all over her body. He shifted against her and she felt his erection against her thigh. "Oh, shit!" Brenda giggled. "Did I do that?" "Yes, you did." John smiled down at her. He stood up and pulled his boxers down, letting his cock spring free. It jiggled obscenely. "I've got the rubbers. Take your skirt off," he said, reaching down to his jeans. Brenda slid her skirt and panties off and scooted up the bed. Fuck it, she thought. She decided that she just didn't give a fuck, as watched John roll the condom onto his cock and then crawl on the bed over top of her. "I'm nervous," he said. Brenda thought that was cute. The big football player was nervous to be with her. "I want this," she said, trying to allay his fears, realizing that she was beyond wanting. She needed this. John pushed forward; his cock pressing against the folds of her pussy. "Oh..." she gasped, pulling his head down for another kiss. John slowly pushed his cock into her, inch by luxurious inch. "I hope I can last long enough. I want to get my money's worth with you." Then he began to fuck her with long, hard strokes. Brenda raised her legs up against his sides, urging him deeper. "I needed this," she whimpered into his neck. "Uh!" John fucked her for a very long time, but Brenda couldn't cum. He had her close a couple of times but she couldn't get over the hump and apparently neither could he. "Shit! Times almost up," he said, looking over at Bill's alarm clock. "Can we try another position? Doggie style?" "Yeah," Brenda croaked in disappointment as he pulled his cock out of her. "Against the side," John said, as Brenda got on her hands and knees and backed up to the side of the bed. "I'll stand on the floor." "Fuck!" Brenda shrieked, as John rammed into her. He was so deep. "God!" John was fucking her furiously. He had some good leverage, gripping her plump thighs as he plowed into her again and again. Brenda glanced over at one of Bill's mirrors, watching John slam into her again and again. Brenda zoned out, lost in the bliss of his fucking her. She didn't hear the bedroom door open or notice her uncle's other partner, Randy, walk over and undress. She didn't notice when Randy climbed on the bed in front of her. She vaguely herd a slap as Randy and John high-fived each other. She DID notice when someone pressed a cock against her lips. "What?" she asked. She was very confused. She grunted as John continued to slam into her from behind. "Oh God...Uh...Uh..." "Two on one..." John grunted from behind. "In the contract..." Contract? What the fuck was Johnny Football blabbering about now? Brenda opened her mouth to dispute whatever was going on, but Randy took that opportunity to slide his cock into it. "Mmmmrgggrf..." she protested around the thick cock stuffed between her lips. There was some precum on the tip of Randy's cock. It was salty and delicious. John was still hammering her from behind. It felt so good that for a moment she didn't even care that there was someone else's cock in her mouth. Eventually, she tried to lift a hand up to pull the shaft out of her mouth, but John pumped her hard from behind making Brenda lose her balance, falling forward and causing Randy's cock to go deeper, almost against the back of her throat. She stopped resisting and let both men use her as they would. It took a moment but she got into the rhythm of both men. She would have been lying of she said she wasn't enjoying this. It was all so fucking hot, she thought. Being skewered, like this, between two hard cocks. It was a dark, slutty fantasy of hers. One she would never have acted on before now. The two men fucked her like this for a long while. One plowing into her from behind, thrusting against her plump ass and another pumping his cock between her full lips. They had her so close to cumming but, again, she couldn't get over the hump. It was the same problem she had had with Nathaniel. She could never cum from intercourse. Her jaw was starting to ache. She opened her eyes and looked up at Randy, He had his eyes closed, not looking at her at all. He was an older man, about fifty or so, balding and missing half of his teeth. "Fuck," Brenda thought, "Uncle Bill would kill Randy if he knew he was in my mouth!" Her jaw was really starting to hurt, and she needed him to be done soon, so she decided to try to get him to cum quicker. She applied as much suction as she could on his cock. He grunted in pleasure at the change in sensation. "Oh, you're good," he grunted. "You got such a sweet, sweet mouth." He grabbed two big handfuls of her hair and started to fuck her mouth with more urgency. He was getting close. Brenda could tell. Then John suddenly tensed up behind her. She could feel his cock spasm inside her. He was cumming. She was glad that he had the forethought to put on a condom. Brenda wasn't on the pill and she sure didn't need to get pregnant at this point in her life. When John finished cumming, he pulled out of her and fell back against the wall. "Shit, that was good!" he moaned. "Well worth it." Uncle Bill's Halloween Whore Randy grunted. "That's it! Suck it, whore!" and then he erupted into Brenda's mouth. She was unable to pull away, with the death grip he had in her hair. Realizing that she couldn't dislodge him, she was planning to let his cum pool in her mouth, and then spit it out on the floor, but he just kept cumming and cumming and cumming. She had to swallow it or drown. So she swallowed her mouthful, but still he kept coming. His cock pulsed one last time and he pulled it out of her mouth. She was able to spit out only his last spurt of cum. What didn't make it to the bed covers, dribbled down her chin. The rest of it was inside her belly. Brenda collapsed forward onto the bed with her ass up in the air; gasping... She hadn't realized how difficult breathing had been, with Randy's cock filling her mouth. "I need a..." she started, but John already had a beer held out for her. She sat back, draining the bottle in one go. "That was hot as fuck," he said excitedly. "I didn't think you would let us cum in your mouth like that! Wow!" Brenda started to say that she didn't have a choice, but decided to say nothing. The bedroom door opened and shut. Brenda looked over and noticed that Randy was gone. John was pulling up his pants. "Wait here," he said, grabbing his shirt off the floor. "Bill should be up soon. You should freshen up," he said, pointing to the cum dribbling down her chin. Then he left, shutting the door behind him. Brenda was so confused. God, had she enjoyed that little threesome. It would have been better, if only it hadn't involved old Randy. She went in the bathroom, cleaned herself up and peed again, drank some water from the sink, and sprawled on Uncle Bill's bed. She had to close her eyes for a minute. In a minute she would get dressed and leave, before Uncle Bill found out what she had done. She drifted asleep on his bed with her mask still on. Brenda wasn't sure how long she had slept. She blinked her eyes open, noticing that the lights were much dimmer now. She tried to remember where she was, when she felt the bed move. Someone big had just gotten on it. Brenda was about to roll off and retreat to the bathroom. She thought her clothes were in there, but she just couldn't remember. She froze as someone put their hands on her legs. She felt hot breath between her legs; inches from her pussy. She gasped when someone kissed her inner thigh. They trailed kisses up her legs, around her mound, and down the other leg. They never got any closer to her pussy then the outer reaches of her pubic hair. She squirmed in pleasure. Brenda's eyes were closed tightly. Her breath was quickening. She forgot to get away. She spread her legs wider to allow this pleasure to continue. She hoped it was John again. She'd dreamed of him pleasuring her like this. Rough hands grabbed her hips and Brenda shrieked in pleasure as a tongue, slowly licked the length of her slit. "Fuck!" Brenda hissed and lifted her hips off the bed, offering herself to the mystery man. "Oh...fucking god!" He lapped at her masterfully, and Brenda gripped his hairy head, pushing herself against him. He knew exactly what he was doing. Brenda humped against his face as he pleasured her. Finally, he found her swollen clit at the same time as he inserted a finger into her. Brenda came, at last. "Oh, you're so good...uh...I'm cumming...don't stop licking there! Uh..." She came against his mouth and all over his tongue, writhing on the bed in orgasm. She couldn't breathe, quivering in pleasure and gasping for air. When she finished her mind blowing orgasm, the mystery man pulled away from her, leaving her gasping on the bed. "I've never cum like that...God." Her eyes were still closed shut as she came down from the best orgasm of her life. She felt the bed shift again as her mystery lover moved over her. He was a big man and she felt his belly press against her as he leaned in kissing her hard. Brenda opened her mouth and sucked his tongue into it, savoring the taste of her own juices. She had never tasted herself before. His rough, manly hands, kneaded her large, doughy breasts. He was rougher than John had been. He trailed kisses down her cheek to her neck, biting and sucking on it. This drove Brenda wild. She reached around him stroking his hairy back. She could feel his thick, cock pressing against her pussy. He was much, much bigger than the other two men from earlier. She had to have this monster fucking cock inside her. She was insane with lust. She needed to cum again. "Stick it in!" she yelled. He pushed just the thick bulbous head inside her. He was teasing her. "Oh God! It's so big," Brenda moaned as the man continued to assault her neck. "You have to stop...you'll give me a hickey." "I'm marking you," a familiar voice said. Then he pushed his massive cock all the way inside her. Brenda squealed, unable to breath. This was the most incredible feeling she had ever experienced. His cock was massive! She never knew it was possible to feel this full. "Oh god," she moaned opening her eyes and seeing that it was Uncle Bill on top of her and inside her. She mouthed his name but no sounds came out. He wasn't looking at her. He probably didn't even know it was her. He was slowly pumping his thick cock in and out of her tight, wet pussy. Brenda wanted to tell him to stop; to pull his cock out of her, but she couldn't. It felt too good. She would never tell him to stop. Brenda lifted her legs around him, loving the feel of his big belly, pressing against her as he fucked her. "Don't ever stop!" she whimpered. Uncle Bill pounded into her furiously then, making Brenda cum for the second time. "Oh God!" she screamed, pulling his face down to hers as she came all over his cock. He kissed her as she came and then leaned down and sucked one of her hard nipples into his mouth as he flooded her pussy with semen. "There you go...Uh...there you go..." he grunted. Brenda could actually feel his sperm spraying inside her, like a fire hose. "Oh, shit," she muttered, unable to move; not really wanting to move. "No condom...you're not wearing a condom," she muttered. He kept fucking her and shooting his load deep inside her, until he was spent and his cock started to deflate. Uncle Bill rolled off of her. Brenda was unable to move or speak. She couldn't even think clearly. That was the best fuck of her life, though. That, she knew. She fell asleep again, with Uncle Bill's sperm leaking out of her pussy and onto his sheets. Brenda dreamed that she was drinking a milkshake. It was too thick at the bottom and she was sucking hard on the straw trying to get the last bit out. Brenda woke up from that dream suddenly unable to breathe properly. She tried to move but there was a weight on her arms. Someone's knees were on her arms and there was something long in her mouth. She blinked her eyes open to the sight of a mass of unruly pubic hair in front of her, and a cock sliding in and out of her mouth. She looked up recognizing Randy. He must have snuck in and mounted her while she slept! "Mrphnme!" Brenda tried to say, "Get off me," around his shaft. "Morning," Randy replied, mistaking her protest for a friendly greeting. He kept on gently sliding his cock into her mouth, grunting in pleasure. He pushed a little too far once, making Brenda gag a little, as he hit the back of her throat. "Sorry, honey," he whispered down at her, pulling back a little. I'm almost there. Help me out again like you did last night? I didn't get to fuck you so I figured two blowjobs would be fair, yeah?" Brenda was immobile; trapped under him. There was really nothing else she could do but try to get this over with as soon as possible. Truth be told, she was enjoying this. God help her, but she was enjoying Randy's cock in her mouth and she wanted to drink his sperm again. She wanted to taste another load of his sweet cum. Sighing around his shaft, she applied as much suction as she could; relaxing, and letting him fuck her mouth. She was able to bob her head up a little bit helping him along. Randy grunted his approval of this new technique and pushed his cock in deeper again. Brenda was ready for it this time, not gagging as his cock head hit the back of her mouth again. His big heavy balls slapped against her chin. "Fuck," Brenda though. "He's got another huge load in those things for me." She wouldn't be caught unprepared this time. "Yeah...Yeah..." he muttered, tensing up. His cock seemed to swell and she felt his balls actually pulsating against her chin for a moment, and then he flooded her mouth with his sperm again. He squirted an endless torrent of his goo into her mouth. Brenda swallowed every drop this time, enjoying the salty taste of his ejaculate. As Randy finished shooting and started to deflate, Brenda sucked hard on his cock to make sure he was completely empty. "Oh my fucking god, woman! You are a pro!" he moaned. He pulled his cock out of her mouth and moved off of her. "Fuck, Randy!" Brenda laughed, able to breath properly again. "I guess I don't need breakfast now. If you do that again, though, I'll bite it off. That's the last time, yeah?" Brenda still had that stupid mask on and the elastic straps were irritating her ears. She pulled it off, throwing it on the floor. "Fucking mask." Randy looked over at her more closely now. The room was brightly lit and clear in the morning sunlight streaming in through the window. "Brenda," he said, eyes going wide. "I...shit!" "Yeah," "I thought you was...we paid for a...I mean," he sputtered, pulling up his pants. He looked like he was going to cry and have a heart attack at the same time. He started hyperventilating. "I thought..." he stammered again. He looked like he was going to pass out and he turned white as a ghost. Brenda was fairly sober now and was piecing together what she thought was going on. "You thought I was a whore...I know. It's okay..." she stood up and went over and gave old Randy a hug. "It's okay. I didn't try to stop you." It was Brenda's turn to be embarrassed. She blushed, but told the truth. "I enjoyed it. You were delicious." "God..." he said, wide eyed, taking in her naked body as she stepped back. "I'm not angry, right now, but if you ever do that again, I will be. Get out. I need to take a shower." Randy scurried out the door. Brenda went into the bathroom, drank more water from the sink and started the shower. One good thing about Uncle Bill being a plumber was that he had the best shower she had ever seen. It was huge, with a bench on one side, multiple jets of water streaming from multiple directions. Soon the entire bathroom was filled with steam. Brenda got in and took the best shower of her life. She felt like a new woman. Uncle Bill even had conditioner in there for some reason. She laughed. It wasn't for his scruffy head. That was for sure. She was nearly done conditioning her hair when she felt the air shift. Someone had opened the bathroom door. "Fucking Randy," she thought for a moment. "Brenda?" "Yeah?" Uncle Bill appeared at the shower door, looking at her, and taking in her plump naked body. His eyes moved from her face down to her feet and then up again. "Hi," Brenda said, standing in the shower. "I guess we have a problem." "I thought...we thought." "I know." "You shouldn't have come over, Brenda." Uncle and niece looked intently at each other for a full minute; neither of them moving or speaking. Then Uncle Bill did something unexpected. He pulled off his grimy t-shirt, then his tattered sweat pants and then his boxers and got in the shower with Brenda. "Uncle Bill," she weakly protested as he shut the shower door and moved against her. He kissed her and she responded, just like she knew she would, sucking his tongue into her mouth. His hands roamed over her abundant body, squeezing her big heavy breasts and pinching her hard nipples. Brenda could feel his, now hard, cock pressing against her belly. "Is this for me," she said breathlessly as he pulled away from her. "It always was," he said. "Wash me? Yeah?" Brenda laughed. "Yeah." Bill leaned back against the shower wall as his niece lathered him up good. She washed him adoringly, from his head to his toes, paying extra attention to his magnificently, large cock and heavy balls. When she was satisfied that he was clean, she dropped to her knees and sucked his cock into her mouth. She couldn't take him very deep and his girth had her lips stretched tight. She sucked on him for all she was worth as she gently caressed his balls. He turned off the shower, opened a door and handed her a towel. When they were dry, he picked her up and carried her into the bedroom, laying her gently on the bed. "Did you know it was me, last night," she asked as he crawled over her. "Not at first," he said. "Not until it was too late. I..." "What?" she said, feeling his erection against her pussy. "Mmmm." "I could have...I could have pulled out, but I didn't want to." "Oh...that's hot," she said astonished that he had wanted to cum inside her. He was pushing against the folds of her pussy now, threatening to enter her again. His hairy belly was pressing against her. He was careful, not crushing her, but the pressure felt really good. He felt like a real man. He definitely had a real man's cock. "I knew too..." "Yeah?" he said humping against her and pushing an inch of his cock inside her. "Fuck!" Brenda gasped. "I love your cock, Uncle Bill..." "I'm gonna fuck you again, Brenda. I'm gonna cum inside you again." "If you...uh...If you cum inside me, you'll give me a baby." "Yeah...I know..." Until last night, having a baby was the furthest thing from Brenda's mind. Now, however, she was faced with the real possibility that her uncle could give her one. Maybe, he already had. "Yeah...I want it, but...oh..." Uncle Bill pushed another inch into her. "But what..." he said smiling down at her. "...but then you're mine, Uncle Bill...yeah?" He laughed. "Yeah...this is your bed now and I already marked you...you're mine." Then he pushed his entire length inside her like he had the night before. "Oh my fucking god!" Brenda shrieked raising her legs around him, urging him as deep as she could. She could do this every night for the rest of her life. She wanted to wrap her legs around him but he was too fat. Uncle Bill fucked her hard and mercilessly. Brenda didn't know how many times she came that morning. They tried other positions. Doggy style was her favorite and she loved the feeling of Uncle Bill's belly colliding with her ass as he fucked her from behind. It was in this position that they both came. He shot another monster load into her as she came around his glorious cock. She was sure she was pregnant after that load, feeling his sperm running down her legs. They collapsed together on the bed. She loved how big he was. He was a big, hairy bear of a man. "I'm sorry I used to be such a bitch to you," Brenda said, molding her body against his. "Eh," he muttered. He had other things on his mind. "We have a problem then, eh?" "I guess, but I'm over eighteen and you're taking me home to get my stuff today?" "Your mom will kill me when she finds out." "Fuck it," Brenda said. "Take me out for some breakfast will you? I'll pay." "You got money?" Brenda giggled as Uncle Bills eyes went wide and then he laughed like only Uncle Bill could laugh. It filled the whole house. At that moment, Brenda knew that everything would be okay. She had made the right decision. They went to Denny's and despite a belly full of old Randy's sperm, Brenda was famished. She ordered two breakfasts, putting them away effortlessly. They paid the bill and went out to Uncle Bill's van. "Ready," he said to her, leaning over and kissing her. She loved the feel of his scruffy mustache and beard stubble against her face. He smelled like Brute and she loved him even more. "Yeah, Mom and Dad should be at church. I don't have much stuff." "Okay," Bill said, starting up the van. "Tell me though. You haven't told me yet," Brenda said, looking at him expectantly. "Shit Brenda," he stammered. "You just put a fucking baby in me," Brenda said. "I..." He put the van back in park. "You marked me!" she hissed at him, pulling her jacket color down to reveal the most noticeable hickey that he had put on her neck. "Yeah, yeah," he looked at her hard. "It ain't easy for a guy like me, you know?" "I know," she said, putting a hand on his leg. "I had sex with you and your two helpers last night and now I have to tell my mom that I'm going to live with you forever, Uncle Bill. I'm the one that doesn't have it easy!" "Shit." "Shit, what?" she responded, eyes wide, threatening to tear up. "Shit okay. I didn't make no mistake last night or this morning. I wouldn't take none of it back. I'm glad I gave you a baby and that you are moving into my bed tonight. I...I love you." "That's all you ever had to say," Brenda said, scooting over and kissing him on the cheek. "Let's go," she said putting her arm around his broad shoulders. Uncle Bill drove them over to Brenda's house. They pulled up and Brenda was about to get out when Bill gripped her arm. "Look..." he said. "What is it?" Brenda could see that something was bothering him. "Are you sure?" "That I want to get my shit out of the house and move in with you?" "Yeah...it's been a pretty fucked up weekend for us. I'm old and I know I'm fat and not..." "Shh...I'm sure," Brenda said moving over and kissing him hard on the lips. "This morning when you were on top of me, fucking my brains out, I was sure. This morning when I had the biggest cock inside me pumping me full of cum, I was sure. This morning having breakfast with you and having a baby with you...its'...I'm sure. I've never been so sure of anything in my life. You're a real man and I'm ready." Bill just nodded and got out of the Van. They grabbed all of Brenda's clothes and toiletries and the few other things that she had in her room. There really wasn't much and then were gone in less than twenty minutes. They spent the rest of the day cleaning up after the party and organizing Bill's room and closet to accommodate Brenda. Bill ordered them Pizza that night. They were snuggled up on the couch together, Brenda's hand resting on Bill's thigh, when his house phone rang. He looked at the caller display. "It's your mom," he said. "Shit," Brenda said, taking it from her Uncle. "I'm still not sure what to say to her." Then she clicked talk. "Hello?" "Brenda?" her mom said, puzzled. "What are you doing at Bill's house?" "I'm going to stay here for a few days." "What? But you know what he's like." "Yeah, I do," Brenda said, trying to hide a gasp as Uncle Bill pulled down his sweatpants. He had a hard on. He walked over to Brenda as she was sitting on the couch talking to her mother. It nearly bumped into her face, but Brenda grabbed it hard, deflecting it and keeping it at bay. She arched her eyebrows at her uncle as she continued talking to her mother. "I know how he is and I think we give him a bad rap, you know?" "I don't want you to stay over there. You...you weren't over there last night were you?" "Yeah...I decided not to go to Sara's house," she said as she stroked her Uncle's cock. A drop of precum leaked out the end of it. She pulled his cock closer and licked it off. "I had fun last night," she said locking eyes with Uncle Bill. "Tell me you didn't get drunk with all those heathens! Look, I want you home right now." "I'm over eighteen," Brenda said, still stroking Bill's thick cock. "Bill is my brother and I love him but I don't like the way he lives his life and if you're going to stay over there then just get your things and move out." Uncle Bill's Halloween Whore "I already did," Brenda said. She licked the head of Bill's cock again, tasting his salty precum. She was developing quite a taste for the stuff. "You what?" Brenda scooted back on the couch and Bill moved over her. He pulled her shorts to the side, exposing her, already wet, pussy. He pushed the head of his cock against her. "Uh..." Brenda gasped. "Uh, what?" her mother hissed. "You'll get arrested and end up pregnant with the likes of John or some of those other delinquents." Uncle Bill slid into her and then started to fuck her. "Oh god...not John," Brenda said. "Not John? You met someone else last night." "Oh God!" she hissed as Bill started ramming into her hard. She had her legs up in the air as he fucked her on the couch. "Who did you meet?" her mother was still on that tangent. "Oh, Uncle Bill!" she shrieked into the phone as he hit his stride. His balls were slapping against her. He was so deep. "Uncle Bill?" her mother hissed. "What did he do to you..." Bill pulled the phone away from Brenda, clicking end call. He pushed Brenda's legs up by her shoulders and fucked her hard. His thick cock plowing into her again and again, as Brenda grunted his name. "Oh Bill...uh...Bill..." "This... what you want, Brenda?" he grunted. "Every night?...yeah?" "Yes!" She came hard. Her juices squirting out around his cock as Bill kept fucking her. "Here it is...here it is..." He stared to tense up. Brenda locked eyes with him as he thrust into her. "I want your fucking baby, Bill...give it to me!" "Oh Brenda," he grunted as he shot a monster load inside her pussy. "Here it is...oh fuck." When he was finished, he leaned against her kissing her. She loved the feeling of this big man against her. She felt so safe, so alive and so full. That night in bed, Brenda turned to him. "You know mom was pissed, right?" "Yeah, she'll come around, though." "You know my boobs are gonna get huge, right?" "I'm hoping," he said looking over at her. "Can we make that extra room down the hall for the baby?" "Yeah, Randy and me are gonna start work on it this week." Brenda fell asleep thinking about how great her life was going to be. She had a big man to take care of her every night. She was going to give him a baby and make him dinner every night. The next day, she called her friend Sara. "Hey, Can we meet for coffee? I've got something to tell you." "Yeah, what's up?" "I have to tell you in person." They agreed to meet downtown about an hour later. "Oh shit!" Sara nearly shouted looking at Brenda's neck. "Did you get attacked by vampires last night?" "No," she giggled as she ordered them coffees. "Who was it?" Sara asked. "You...don't really know him," "How were you seeing someone I don't know?" The girls sat down at a table. "Well I wasn't really seeing anyone until Saturday night. Now I'm living with him!" Brenda exclaimed happily. "Oh shit!" Sara said nearly spitting her coffee on the table. "He must have a really big..." "He does!" Brenda cut of her friend. "It's the biggest one I've ever seen." "You have to share." "No! You're such a slut." "Come on!" Sara hissed. "I just..." Brenda started. "Just tell me who it is." Brenda looked away suddenly embarrassed. "It's..." Now that she was going to confide in her best friend, she couldn't say it. Now it felt like a really big mistake. "Go on!" Sara leaned closer. "Shit, this is harder than I thought it would be." "God! Who is it?" "Bill." "Bill who? I don't know any Bills." "Yeah you do. You know one." "The only Bill I know is your Uncle Bill and...No!" Sara knew instantly by the look on Brenda's face. "No!" "Yes." "But he's your Uncle...isn't that illegal or something?" "No...I mean we're not getting married but...that would be illegal I think but..." "Wait! You really mean you fucked Uncle Bill?" "Yeah," "And he had the biggest cock you've ever seen?" "Look...I just needed to tell someone that wouldn't judge me or make it a big joke, Sara...I..." Brenda broke down in sobs and Sara moved over and comforted her. "It's okay," Sara said. "I support you 100%." The next several months went by in a blur for Brenda. Uncle Bill had indeed gotten her pregnant and turned out to be the man of her dreams. Brenda's parents had made it clear that they would never forgive Uncle Bill for ruining their daughter, but they weren't going to make a big deal out of it. They didn't want to complicate Brenda's life anymore than it already was. Brenda's mother offered as much support as she could to Brenda. That didn't include coming to the house though. That, she would not do. Sara did remain the most faithful friend that you could ask for, and Brenda's breasts grew to a massive size, fillling with milk for the baby. The baby was eventually born healthy and happy with Sara staying over often, to help Brenda. One morning, after the baby's birth, Brenda awoke late. Sara had stayed over and offered to take care of the baby in the morning. Brenda had been producing a lot of milk and always had some stored for the baby. She woke up and went to check on the baby, who was sound asleep. Her nipples were swollen and leaking...she had to get some relief. Brenda wrapped herself in a robe and went downstairs to find her breast pump. Bill had already headed off to work and Sara should have been asleep on the couch. "That's it, you little whore...take it...take it all...um..." Brenda paused halfway down the steps. That was Randy's voice! "Oh no..." she muttered, hurrying down the steps. She gasped at what she saw, when she got to the bottom. Randy had Sara bent over the end of the couch and was fucking her furiously from behind. From Sara's expression, she was enjoying it immensely. "That's it...you like this big cock don't ya..." Randy yammered as he fucked her. "Shhh...don't wake Bren...Uh...I love it...I'm cumming..." Sara moaned, her little perky tits jiggling as Randy pumped her harder. Brenda watched her friend's face contort into a grimace, as she came. Sara gripped the couch tightly, moaning in pleasure. Then Randy grunted. "Here you go..." "Yes...give me one too!" Sara shrieked a little too loudly. "Give me one too..." Randy grunted again. Brenda could see that he was cumming inside her friend, filling her with his sperm. She remembered his big, heavy balls and how much sperm they produced. There was no doubt in Brenda's mind that he was going to give Sara a baby. He produced too much sperm. "I can feel it!" Sara grunted. "I can feel it shooting inside me...so much...uh..." Brenda watched from the stairs as Sara and Randy finished cumming and collapsed onto the couch together. "Fucking Randy!" Brenda yelled. Randy and Sara separated and grabbed for their clothes and stopped as Brenda closed the distance between them. "Don't try to hide it now! Really, Sara?" "Ain't none of your business," said Randy, pulling on his pants. "I'm on my lunch break and Sara asked me too." "I did..." Sara said, meekly. "I've been so jealous of you...I..." "I mean to have her again tonight too!" Randy interjected. "She asked..." "Yeah yeah, you horny little fucker!" Brenda yelled at him. "That's my best friend!" "And why shouldn't I be happy like you?" Sara yelled. "Because...because he's..." "A man with a job?" Brenda looked down shaking her head. She moved over and sat down on the couch next to her naked friend. Randy was still standing there naked looking back and forth between the two girls. "Shit. I'm sorry...I..." She looked over at Sara. "You're leaking." Randy's sperm was leaking out of Sara's pussy onto the couch. "Oops!" Sara said scooting onto the floor. "Uh...you too." "Me too what?" "You're leaking too," Sara said, pointing to two wet spots on the front of Brenda's robe. "I'll get it!" Randy yelled, attempting to be useful. He dashed off to the kitchen, his still hard cock bouncing in front of him as he went. "Sara?" "It's what I want. It's not the first time we've done it. He even took me out to dinner Saturday. We actually have a lot in common." "Shit," Brenda sighed and both girls burst out laughing. "Ow..." "What is it?" Sara asked. "My tits hurt so much. If I don't get some relief soon I'm going to die. I mean it. I can't stand this." There was a crash in the kitchen. "Oh, shit!" Both girls said in unison. Randy came back in to the living room, holding Brenda's breast pump in his hands. There were too many pieces. "Uh...sorry..." he said offering the pieces to Brenda. "Fucking Randy!" Brenda yelled at him. "The baby is asleep and already fed, the stores not open yet and I'm going to fucking die! It's okay. Just go...both of you." Sara scooted closer and put her hands on Brenda's knees. "Shhh...I'll help. I know what to do. Randy, you have to go baby. I'll see you later for another load." "Yeah," he said, picking up his clothes and going into the kitchen. A few minutes later they heard the back door open and shut. "So," Brenda started, but Sara hushed her again and opened her robe. "Sit up straighter," she said. Kneeling on the floor, her face was even with Brenda's giant, milk filled tits. "I've always wanted to," she said leaning close and sucking one of Brenda's tits into her mouth. "Oh! Ah...yes..." Brenda hissed as Sara finally gave her breasts some much needed relief. She had been to all the parenting classes that Brenda had been to and knew exactly what she was doing. Brenda could feel her milk spraying into her friend's mouth. She had her hands around her breast helping her to express. Not only was it the relief she needed, if possible, it was the most erotic experience of Brenda's life. She closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation. Her breasts were so full of milk. "Get those pillows and lay back and relax," Sara said, wiping some milk off of her cute little lips. Brenda propped some pillows behind her on the couch and relaxed as Sara assaulted her breast again. She had her eyes closed and she was getting very wet. She tried to ignore that, hoping her friend wouldn't realize just how turned on she was. She was totally zoned out in pleasure. "Oh...yes...that one too," she moaned as her other nipple was sucked on. The milk started flowing and there was a good rhythmic sucking and swallowing. "No..." Brenda whispered, realizing what was wrong. Both breasts were being taken care of at the same time. That could only mean that... Brenda opened her eyes, seeing Randy's bald head attached to her right nipple and Sara's on the left. "Fucking Randy," she mumbled. He pulled off and looked up at her. "Fucking Randy! Don't stop!" Brenda yelled at him and he winked at her and went back to her breast. It was the most amazing sensation that Brenda had ever felt, having both of her nipples sucked at the same time, feeding Sara and Randy her milk. She might have to make this a morning ritual. They must have fed on her for fifteen minutes. Brenda felt incredibly relieved and her nipples were getting sore. "Okay...all done...all done..." she said. Both Randy and Sara pulled away from her. Sara looked at her friend wide eyed. "You were..." Brenda snapped back to reality. She had been rubbing her pussy while they drank her milk and her hand was still there. She pulled her hand away quickly. "Turn you on much?" "Turned me on," Randy muttered. "You're always turned on," Sara giggled at him. Brenda started to get up, but Sara pushed her back down. "No," she said and then dove between her legs, lapping at her pussy." "Oh!" Brenda tried to protest but she was so turned on that she couldn't bring herself to push her friend away from her. Sara's tongue on her pussy felt so good. "Oh God!" She relaxed back onto the couch as her friend ate her like a pro. She absently felt the couch cushions shift a little bit. She opened her eyes to see Randy standing on it with his cock right in front of her. "After that show, I need me some relief too. One more for old time sake like we done before Bill knocked you up?" "Fucking Randy," she giggled and opened her mouth for him. Randy thrust forward, sinking his cock into her mouth. He picked up a good rhythm, fucking Brenda's face gently, as Sara had her tongue buried in her pussy. "Mmmff...Mmmff..." Brenda grunted around Randy's cock. Sara's tongue felt so good. "Mmmff...Mmmff!" Sara hit the perfect rhythm and the perfect spot and Brenda thrust her pussy against her friends face as she came. Randy unloaded into her mouth at the same time, flooding it with copious amounts of sperm. Brenda swallowed some but let most of it leak out of her mouth around his cock. It dribbled down her chin and onto her heaving chest. In an impressive display of dexterity, Randy jumped back off the couch, past Sara. Then he stumbled back a couple steps onto Bill's easy chair. He stroked his cock once, sending one last rope of cum across the room landing on Sara's ass. "Whew!" he said. "Good as I remembered!" Sara took the opportunity to move up on the couch and clean all of Randy's cum off of Brenda...she licked it up off her chest and then moved up to Brenda's face, kissing her friend when she was done. "Now what?" Sara said, sitting up on the couch and snuggling with Brenda. Brenda didn't know. She didn't know if she would let Randy and Sara help her out the next morning. She didn't know if she would tell Bill any of this. She just didn't know. "I don't know," she said getting up. Randy was already picking up his pants. "I can't help you anymore today. I got to get back to work!" After he left, Brenda turned to Sara. "Let's take a shower." The two friends walked up the stairs together, hand in hand. "You've got some cum in your hair," Sara said, looking at Brenda, giggling. "Fucking Randy!" The End