3 comments/ 83263 views/ 24 favorites Tabitha Takes a Chance By: callmQ67 Have you ever known somebody, like, forever and then found out you really didn't understand that person at all? It happened to me not long ago, and the funny part is, that somebody was me. Not funny as in 'Ha ha,' but funny as in 'Oh my god, that's messed up!' My name's Tabitha. I'm eighteen and a senior in high school. I've always been a good student, but a little shy. I'm a cheerleader and I have a cute boyfriend. I'm slender, and not very tall. I have straight blonde hair and green eyes. People say I'm pretty. My nose is small and has a good shape. I like my nose, but I think my mouth is too small. I'd rather have a full, sexy mouth like Angelina Jolie. But my friend Sierra says I have a Cupid's bow mouth. That's a good thing, right? My body is not nearly as developed as most of my friends. It's still kinda boyish, but I do have good legs and a nice butt. It's really round and I like the way it looks in a pair of tight jeans. My boobs are another story. They just started growing and I think they look weird. The nipples stick way out and they're very light pink. My sister, Bethany, who's ten years older than me, told me not to worry about my boobs. She says everyone in the family is a late bloomer, and that my breasts will get bigger and rounder. I really look up to Bethany, so it helps when she says stuff like that. "I didn't get these until my freshman year in college," she told me as she squeezed her boobs, making us both laugh. She has amazing D cups, and I've envied them ever since I first started to notice those things. Like I said, I look up to my sister. She's beautiful, with green eyes like me but she's a brunette, with a totally awesome figure. She could have been a model for Playboy if she'd wanted to, which she wouldn't. She's the smart one in the family, getting straight 'A's all through school, a scholarship to university, and then a law degree. Bethany got married three years ago, and her husband is nice. He's kind of a geek, but he's good looking enough and he really loves her. So I guess you want to know about how I found out I'm not the girl I thought I was. Even now I can hardly believe the things I did that night! I'm getting to that, but I wanted to tell you about Bethany first because she figures in this story, too. We had gone to the city for the wedding of a distant relative. The reception was in the ballroom of this big hotel where everybody stayed. Bethany and I shared a room. It was my first time at a place like that, so of course I spent weeks finding the right dress. I'm not one to brag, but I looked good in that dress. I had to fight with my mom for a month to let me wear it because it was pretty short and the top...well, there's no way you could wear a bra with this dress. It had little spaghetti straps and not much else. I certainly don't need a bra, and I thought the dress made my little boobs look really perky. It was the sexiest thing I've ever worn. I felt almost grown up. Anyway, the wedding reception was a blast! My cousin Erica, who's my age, was there and we danced for hours and drank champagne. It was the first time I'd ever had more than one glass of wine in front of my parents, but I wasn't exactly drunk. Just sorta giddy, you know? When the reception was ending, Bethany asked me to leave with her. She was in a good mood too, even though she hadn't drunk any champagne. Like I mentioned before, I think she's much more attractive than I am, and she was looking especially good that night. Her skin was even more flawless than usual, and she seemed to radiate good health. Lots of other people noticed too, and complimented her on it. I guess it's true what they say, about women in her state having a glow about them. See, Bethany was seven months pregnant. We were on the elevator and the doors were just starting to close when a voice said, "Hold the elevator, please!" I've wondered many times how my life would be different if we'd just let the doors close and gone up to our room to sleep. But we did hold the doors, and these two really hot guys got on the elevator with us. The first thing I noticed was they were big. I mean, really big. They were both at least six foot five, and had huge shoulders. And they looked familiar somehow. They were both wearing nice suits that even I could tell were expensive. They both said, "Thank you," and smiled at us. One of them was white and the other one black, and the black one just had the best smile. He said, "How are you fine ladies doing this evening?" We smiled back at them and said the usual stuff. It was then that I figured it out, and I said, "Oh my god." Not loud, just to myself. Because I realized why they looked familiar—they were both big stars with the NBA team that was staying in our hotel. Somebody at the wedding had mentioned that they were there, but I hadn't thought about it much at the time. Bethany looked at me and then she got it, too. The two guys pretended they didn't notice and asked us why we were all dressed up, so we told them about Trevor's wedding. In a minute, the elevator stopped at our floor and the doors opened. Bethany said goodnight, but the black guy pushed the 'Close Doors' button and we started going up again. In a very soft, polite voice he said we should come up and meet some of their friends. Beth said she didn't think that was a good idea, but the black guy, with his charming smile just said, "Oh, I think it's a very good idea." Now, you have to know my sister Bethany. She is not the kind of person to put up with any shit. In fact, she's usually the one who gives people shit. In her job with the law firm she's used to giving the orders. I love my sister, but she can be kind of a bitch when she doesn't get her way. So it surprised me when she didn't put up more of an argument. My sister actually blushed and stammered something about staying only a few minutes. I didn't say anything. We got off the elevator at the second floor from the top. The white dude opened a door and held it politely for Beth and me. Let's call the black guy Malik and the white guy Josh, though they aren't their real names. So we went in, and naturally they had a huge, luxurious suite. There were a couple of plush sofas and chairs, a bar in one corner, and doors leading to at least two bedrooms. Two other guys were sitting near a big flat-screen TV playing a video game, but they turned it off when they saw us. They came over and Malik introduced us. I recognized them right away. We'll call them Andre and Tyrell. Both of them were black and they were even bigger than Malik and Josh. They towered over me. When they shook my hand I couldn't believe how big they were! I felt like a little girl. Malik opened a bottle of champagne and handed each of us a glass. Again I was surprised when Bethany took it. She had refused alcohol all night, but now she said, "One glass won't hurt." We sipped our wine and talked for a while. Bethany explained that her husband couldn't attend the wedding because of his job. Malik filled my glass when it was empty. He had taken off his suit jacket and loosened his tie. When I had finished my second glass and Bethany her first, she stood up to leave. Malik smiled his charming smile and said, "You can't leave now, the fun's about to start." Bethany froze, and I started to get nervous. Not really scared, more like a feeling of anticipation. Like I knew something big was about to happen. "You know why you're here, don't you?" Malik said. His voice had changed. It had become less refined, had more of an edge. "Me and the boys need some entertainment, and you're it." Bethany stared at him for a second, then she started to say, "You're craz..." But Malik ignored her, and went on talking as if she hadn't opened her mouth. "I know what you need, and you know it, too," he said. "Submissive girls like you fantasize about stuff that you can't even admit you want. But you do want it, don't you?" You probably think I'm a terrible person because I sat there and did nothing. You think that I should have stepped in to defend my sister. It occurred to me later that I might have walked out right then and dragged Bethany with me. Believe me, I felt really shitty doing nothing. But the strange thing is, it was like he was speaking to me, because I'd had those fantasies. I thought maybe he was talking to me as he said the words to my sister. I'd never told anyone, certainly not Bethany. I didn't have any idea if she had thoughts like that or not. As it turned out, he was totally right—about both of us. He raised Bethany's chin so she was looking up into his face, and with his other hand he started taking the pins from her hair. When it was all loose and hanging down on her shoulders he grabbed a handful of it and pulled her head back. He kissed her neck and started to knead her big tits. I could see she was embarrassed that this was happening in front of me, and she looked at me with a helpless expression. But at the same time it was clear that she was on the verge of surrender to this total stranger. And I saw something else on my big sister's face that I had never seen before. Lust. While still kissing Bethany's neck, Malik reached behind her and unzipped her dress. It slipped off her shoulders and he pulled the dress down to her belly. Bethany was wearing a lacy white bra, and he unhooked it. The big man grinned, savoring the moment. You could almost see the struggle going on in my sister's head as she fought against her desire. Her eyes opened and she said quietly, "Please don't." Malik slapped her across the face. Not hard, but hard enough to, like, stun her. "Shut the fuck up!" he said in a low, nasty voice. "You will not speak unless spoken to, and when you do speak you will address me as 'Sir.' You got that?" The room was deadly quiet as we all waited for her to answer. My mouth had gone very dry. Bethany looked down. "Yes, sir," she said. "That's more like it," Malik said. When he took off her bra there was a collective gasp from the four guys—maybe from me, too. Like I said, she had the most beautiful big breasts, and now with her pregnancy they were truly magnificent. Creamy white and round, without a bit of sag in them, the nipples red and swollen. "Fuck yeah," Malik said, and he began to squeeze Bethany's tits with his big black hands. After a minute of playing with her boobs he kissed my sister on the lips. Then he said something to her, and I remember it word-for-word because his words awakened something in me that I'd buried deep inside. "Tonight you are my fuck slave. You will do whatever I say with whoever I say, no argument. If you refuse or even hesitate for one second you will be punished. Is that understood?" She looked at me again, her face red, and I could see how totally ashamed she was. I was soooo embarrassed for her! It had to be doubly humiliating to do this in front of her little sister. But at the same time—and it was her very debasement that had this effect on me—I had never been so turned on in my life. My beautiful sister looked down once more. "Yes, sir," she said again. Malik walked around her like she was a new car he was thinking about buying. Standing behind her, Malik wrapped his arms around my sister and squeezed her tits some more, pinching her nipples. He must have done it pretty hard because she gasped in pain, yet I could see how excited she was. Beth's head sort of rolled back and her mouth fell open. Malik slid his hands down her body and tugged at her dress until it landed on the floor. My big sis was naked except for her lacy white panties, her thigh-high white stockings, and her high heeled shoes. Now, I've seen enough crazy websites to know that some guys think pregnant women are hot. I hadn't understood it before that moment. But standing in front of those four huge guys and me, I thought Bethany looked super sexy. She hadn't gotten fat like some women when they're pregnant. The rest of her body looked as good as it always had, maybe better. Even her big round belly was kinda sexy. Malik certainly thought so. He walked around her again saying, "Damn, girl. Damn," and touching her all over. "Take off those pretty white panties," he ordered. She blushed but obeyed. Her dark, neatly-trimmed bush drew whistles and catcalls. "Now get down on your knees." Bethany didn't hesitate. She knelt in front of him on the thick carpet. Malik pulled off his tie and said, "Open up my pants and take out my dick." My gorgeous big sis undid his belt and pulled his zipper down. She reached inside his trousers and I saw a change in her expression. Until then she had been embarrassed, but now she looked awestruck. When Bethany freed his cock, I think my mouth must have fallen open along with hers. I haven't said anything yet about my experiences before that night, so I guess I should explain. I've had the same boyfriend all through high school. I could have dated other guys, but I like having a boyfriend who does what I say. He's cute and a nice boy, so when we're messing around and I tell him to stop, he always stops. I love to make out with him, and I let him feel my boobs and sometimes I let him finger my pussy. A few times I jerked him off when I felt sorry for him. But I'd never put his thing in my mouth and we'd never gone all the way. As I sat watching the scene in front of me, I was a virgin. So my boyfriend's dick was the only one I'd ever seen before Bethany took out Malik's big cock. I was amazed. It wasn't even completely hard, and it was almost twice as long as my boyfriend's, and twice as thick, too. My sister was stroking that monster and looking at it the way a fat girl looks at a dish of crème Brule. Like there was nothing on earth she wanted more at that moment. Malik didn't have to say a word. Bethany kissed the tip of his cock and rubbed it against the side of her face, then licked the shaft from its base to the fat purple head. Reverently, she put the head in her mouth and began to suck. Malik sighed with pleasure, and his cock grew even bigger. "That's right, suck it bitch," he said. My beautiful pregnant sister did what he said. "Deeper," Malik said, and Bethany tried but I could hear her gag, and her eyes fill with tears as it hit the back of her throat. "You can do better than that," the big man said. "You don't want to disappoint me, do you?" "No, sir," she answered, and I trembled with arousal. "Good. Put your hands behind your back and keep them there. Now relax." He grabbed a handful of Bethany's hair at the back of her head and put his dick back in her mouth. Starting very slowly, Malik began to move his hips forward and back, easing a little more of his dick into her mouth with each thrust. Bethany had laced her fingers together behind her back and we could see the tension in her arms as she struggled not to move. When she started to gag, Beth's hands instinctively flew up to push away the invader. Malik pulled his dick out of her mouth and slapped her again. "What did I fuckin' tell you?" he spat. "Don't you fuckin' move! Now put your hands back where they were. If you can't do it, I bet your little sis there can." Bethany looked at me with an expression of pure horror. Little did she know I was just as excited as she was. "Please, sir," she said. "I'll do it." So she laced her fingers behind her back again and tightened her grip. Malik started to fuck her mouth once more and didn't stop when she gagged. "Breathe through your nose," he said. "Relax and breathe." Tears began to roll down her cheeks, but incredibly the fat cock must have gone into her throat. Each time he thrust forward I could see less and less of it. You're probably wondering what the rest of us were doing as this was going on. As for me, I was still sitting on a couch between Josh and Tyrell. While I was outraged that Bethany was being forced to perform like a whore, I was actually jealous of her. My dirtiest, most secret fantasy was being acted out right in front of me by my 28-year-old sister, and it was making me so fucking hot. I squeezed my thighs together, trying to give myself some relief. The guys weren't so discreet. Most of them were rubbing the bulges in their trousers, and Tyrell was making comments like, "That's right...make the bitch swallow it all...little white cock whore." To which Josh replied, "Little pregnant white cock whore," making all the guys laugh. None of them had even touched me. Did they think I was too young? Too unattractive? This may sound crazy, considering I was a virgin and I'd never had a dick in my mouth, but I wanted to be in her place. I wanted to be humiliated and degraded. I wanted to submit. I wanted to get fucked. Meanwhile, Bethany was taking most of Malik's huge cock down her throat. Her hands remained behind her back. Apparently, she had the gagging under control, but long strings of saliva fell from her lips onto her breasts and belly. In a casual voice Malik said, "Josh, Tyrell? Why don't you bring little sis over here." My stomach lurched. I had no idea what he was planning. The two big basketball players led me over to Malik's side. I watched his dick slide down Bethany's throat, and she looked up at me with utter shame. "What do you think?" Malik said, gesturing at me. "Is she fuckable?" Tyrell gave me an appraising look. "I don't know, man. She kinda skinny." "You're crazy!" said Josh. "She's totally hot!" Tyrell laughed, and lightly punched my shoulder. "I was just playin' with you. Yeah, bro, she fuckable." "What's your name again, baby?" Malik asked me. "Tabitha," I said quietly, looking at my shoes. "Tabitha," he repeated. "A sweet little name for a sweet little girl. How old are you Tabitha?" "Eighteen." He raised his eyebrows. "Eighteen? You look about fifteen." My cheeks grew hot. I hate looking so young! Malik suppressed a groan as his cock disappeared into my sister's drooling mouth. "Strip her," he said to the two guys at my sides. Bethany's eyes widened. I'm sure she would have said something if she didn't have eight or nine inches of man meat in her throat. Josh ran his hands all over me as Tyrell unzipped my dress. "Holy fucking shit," said Josh as my boobs came into view. "They're perfect. I love teen puffies." My dress fell around my ankles, and Tyrell lifted each of my feet so he could take it away. I stood before them in only my shoes and my tiny string panties. I'd been wearing pantyhose earlier, but had taken them off in the ladies room when I started to get overheated from dancing. I shuddered with longing as the two large pairs of hands explored my body. "Look at that fuckin' ass," Tyrell said. "So fuckin' round." He turned me so Malik could see my butt. "Perfect skin," said Josh. "Sweet little tits, too. Like cupcakes, with cherries on top." He pinched and twisted my nipples, making them stand out even more. They were handling me like I was just a toy for their amusement. And the strange this is, their callous disregard for my feelings was the thing that turned me on the most. "Take off her panties," Malik said. "Let's see if she's a real blonde." Josh peeled off my thong and whistled. "Very pretty," he said. My pubic hair is kinda sparse and only a shade darker than the hair on my head. Josh held my squishy wet thong to his nose, and I could feel myself blushing crimson. He grinned. "Dudes," he said. "Her panties are soaked. She fuckin' wants it." I was so humiliated...and shaking with desire. Bethany was trying to speak. Her eyes were wide and panicky. Malik pulled his dick from her mouth and she gasped for air. "Did you wish to say something, slave?" he asked her. "Please, sir," she said. "Don't do this. My sister is a...I mean she's never..." Cries of, "Fresh meat!" and "Sweet virgin pussy!" rang out from the other guys in the room, but Malik just shook his head in disgust. Tabitha Takes a Chance "You stupid cunt," he said to Bethany. "When I want your opinion, I'll ask for it." Malik scratched his chin. He seemed to be pondering her fate—and probably mine, too. "I was gonna let you off easy," he said. "But your insubordination has altered my thinking. More extreme measures are required." One of the guys chuckled, "I love it when he says shit like that." "Get up here on your hands and knees," Malik said to my sis, indicating a large ottoman. It was about three feet square, its top a thick cushion like the matching chair. She obediently followed his orders. When Bethany was on her hands and knees, Malik pushed down on her shoulders. "Head down, ass up," he said. "Legs apart." The position displayed my gorgeous sister in the most obscene and vulnerable way imaginable. Her boobs were mashed into the cushion while her ass stuck up in the air, her pussy lips clearly visible. "Mmmm. That is a fine ass," Malik said, squeezing my sister's butt. His hand slipped between her legs. "Damn, you're wet! Doesn't that husband of yours take care of you?" Bethany looked at me and hesitated. Malik smacked her ass hard, making her squeal. "I asked you a question, bitch!" "No sir," she whimpered. "Because you're pregnant?" he pressed. "Yes, sir. He hasn't been interested since I got so big." She turned her face away from me. "You see, gentlemen," Malik said with the tone of one addressing a board meeting, "I know for a fact that when a bitch is knocked up she wants it even more. I'm about to give her some satisfaction she be needin' real bad." Hoots and laughter all around. He looked at me. "Is it true?" he asked. "You're a virgin?" I felt very self conscious. I know most girls 'lose it' long before eighteen. "Yes," I said. "Yes, what?" Malik growled, his voice suddenly furious. I knew what he expected me to say, and I knew it was a major turning point. I should have run screaming for the door. By answering the way this man wanted, I would be crossing a line, admitting to everyone there—including myself—that I was another cock whore like my big sister. "Yes, sir," I said. Bethany looked at me, astounded. Her mouth formed the word 'no' but nothing came out. "Sit right there," Malik told me, indicating a sofa near my sister's head. I could have reached out and touched her. "Tyrell, Andre? Sit with Tabitha while she watches her sister get what's coming to her." A moment later I found myself slouched between the two gigantic black men. They immediately began touching and fondling my body. Their huge dark hands were a shocking contrast to the white skin of my thighs and breasts. Bethany's eyes met mine just as Malik began stuffing her from behind with his huge prick. I couldn't see him enter her from my angle, but the look on her face told me everything. The guys spread my legs, draping them across their laps. They teased my pussy as my big sis watched with a kind of appalled fascination. Being ten years apart, my sister and I had never been especially close, had never done many of the things that sisters closer in age do. We didn't share a lot of intimate secrets. Now, though, Bethany had a perfect view as Tyrell rubbed my clit while Andre slipped a thick finger in the entrance to my dripping hole. "She was tellin' it straight," he said. "Ain't nothin' been in there before." I watched Bethany. She was still facing me but her eyes had a faraway look. "Oh, god," she said in a throaty voice. "Oh, my god...your cock is so fucking big." "Easy, girl," Malik said. "It's not all the way in yet." Bethany's moans were getting louder. Before long she opened her mouth wide and screamed, "Fuck yes! Oh, fuck yeah! I'm gonna cum!" Her body convulsed in a powerful orgasm as obscenities spilled from her mouth. Malik grabbed her hips, and soon we could hear his body slapping her ass with each thrust. As I watched, my beautiful sister's face contorted with ecstasy. She clearly loved it, and didn't mind showing it. Bethany had completely lost her usual decorum, begging Malik to fuck her harder, faster. Her face was beaded with sweat, her eyes glazed over. Meanwhile, both of my nipples were being sucked as two pairs of hands explored my body's intimate places. I could smell my arousal. Bethany came again and again almost continuously. At last, though, a violent shudder ran through my sister's body and she collapsed onto the ottoman. Malik stepped out from behind her. His enormous dick was right in front of me and I couldn't take my eyes off it. I was almost, like, hypnotized. It was both beautiful and frightening—so long and thick, rippled with veins and shining with Bethany's juices. "Clean it off," he said to me. I knew what he wanted, and I should have been disgusted. I had never had a dick in my mouth before or tasted another girl's pussy juice, much less my sister's. But I was drawn to his fat prick like a magnet to an iron bar. Sitting up on the couch, I wrapped my fingers around his cock. I began licking Malik's cock like a lollypop. Far from being disgusted, it turned me the fuck on. I didn't even mind tasting my sister's cream—she tastes a lot like me. When I had licked the shaft clean, I licked his balls where Bethany's fuck juice had run down and covered them. Then, I sucked the head into my mouth and tried to run my tongue around it. The head of Malik's cock filled my mouth completely, like I'd stuffed in a whole ripe plum. I hardly noticed that Josh had taken Malik's place and was fucking Bethany. I could hear the rhythmic slapping as he pounded her from behind, but it was just background noise. The big black cock in my mouth was all I could handle. As soon as it touched the back of my throat I gagged. "You ever sucked a cock before?" he asked. I shook my head, no. "Watch how big sis does it," he said, turning around. Malik raised my sister's head from the ottoman, turning so that I could see her face. Bethany instantly took him in her mouth and Malik forced himself down her throat. Josh continued to fuck her from behind. She was having another orgasm but her cries were muffled by the big dick in her mouth. It was an incredible sight: my beautiful sister, her huge tits swaying and smacking her swollen belly, being fucked from behind as another cock ravaged her throat. I was so turned on I was practically delirious. I leaned back on the couch again, letting Tyrell and Andre play with my breasts and tease my wet opening. I was gyrating my hips, urging their fingers deeper, but they were careful not to break the thin membrane inside me. I wanted it so bad I was ready to beg for it. As I watched, Josh's body tensed and he held himself tight against Bethany's ass. He cried out, and I knew he was cumming inside her. Malik held the back of her head and pushed his cock down her throat until her nose was mashed into his pubic hair. He grunted and I could tell he was ready to cum too. Then he remembered me. "Tabitha, baby," he said, "come over here." I got up from the sofa. "On your knees," he ordered, and I knelt. He pulled back until I could see most of his thick black shaft, then thrust forward and I watched it all disappear into Bethany's mouth. Saliva covered her chin and dripped onto the floor. She looked at me in abject humiliation. "You see how she does that?" Malik said. Sure I saw it, but I could still hardly believe it. I thought he just wanted me to watch. But then he said, "You want to help out your big sis?" His voice was ragged. He must have been almost there. With no idea what he was thinking, I answered immediately. "Yes, sir." Malik withdrew his dick until just the head was in Bethany's mouth. "Jerk me off," he said. I didn't move. He actually wanted me to help him ejaculate in my sister's mouth. What kind of girl would do something like that to her sister? A big hand grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled hard. "I'm waiting, bitch!" he hissed at me. It hurt like hell, and I obeyed. As I wrapped my fingers around his cock I noticed again how small my hand looked on that monster. Bethany's jaw must have ached just from keeping her mouth open that wide. I began to stroke his shaft. I loved the way it felt in my hand. The skin was soft but inside was hard, throbbing muscle. With its coating of Bethany's spit it slid easily through my hand. "Yeah, that's good," he said. The tip of Malik's cock slipped out of Bethany's mouth. "Faster, Tabitha," he said. "Faster...yeah...here it comes...open your mouth, bitch," and Bethany opened wide. "Oh fuck...OH FUCK!" he screamed as the first jets hit my sister's tongue. The feeling was amazing as his huge dick spasmed in my hand. Bethany managed to wrap her lips around it and her cheeks bulged as he filled her mouth with his seed. I saw her throat move as she tried to swallow it all, but some leaked out and ran down her chin. Malik grabbed my wrist. "Slow, now. Slow," he said. I milked out the last drops and Bethany lapped them up. "Mmmm...Tabitha, you done good," he said after a minute. "Now clean up your sister's face." He still held me by the hair so this time I didn't hesitate. I leaned in and started licking up the cum that had spilled from Bethany's mouth. Never having tasted cum before I thought it would be nasty, but it wasn't bad. I kinda liked it, even. Before that day I had never thought about girls in a sexual way. I wasn't 'bi-curious' at all. So it was a surprise that it turned me on to lick cum from my sister's face. And when we kissed it was even more surprising that both of us really got into it. At first I just giggled when I was cleaning Malik's cum from around her mouth and our lips touched. But Bethany's tongue came out and met mine and before I knew it we were making out like crazy. We both had cum in our mouths, and it squished around as our tongues wrestled. It felt really sexy and the guys liked it too. It all seemed so unreal, yet there we were, nude, making out in front of four guys we'd just met. I was still kneeling on the carpet. Bethany crawled down from the ottoman and hugged me as we kissed. Her big breasts pressed against my small ones and our nipples rubbed together. It was so naughty and shameless, and so exciting. I thought I would go crazy if I didn't get some relief. I broke off our kiss. "Please," I heard myself say. "Somebody fuck me." Either of the guys feeling me up on the couch would have gladly obliged, I'm sure, but Malik had to show he was still in control. "Tabitha," he said, "do you think you're ready? You want one of these boys to pop your cherry?" I turned. And stared. Tyrell and Andre were stroking their cocks, and if anything they were even bigger than Malik! Bethany was looking too. "Oh my god, Tabitha!" she whispered. "Are you sure you want to do this?" My eyes were fixed on those two huge black cocks. I knew I wouldn't be given a choice. "What you need," said Malik, "is a little preparation." He came up behind me and lifted me as easily as lifting a doll, then laid me back gently on the ottoman. My head was at one edge and my ass at the other, my feet on the floor. "Now Bethany, get her good and wet." She just looked at him like she didn't understand. "Go on!" Malik ordered. "Ain't nothin' better than virgin pussy. Now get down there and eat her." Bethany stared at him. "But she's...she's my baby sister!" Malik reached her in two strides. "What did I fuckin' tell you, slave?" He grabbed her hair with one hand and smacked her ass with the other. "When I tell you to do something, you do it!" He shoved her face against my crotch. "Now eat it." From between my legs my beautiful sister looked up at me, her face red with shame. I felt queasy about being eaten by my own sister, but I needed to cum so badly. The sexual tension in me had been building and building and I desperately needed a release. My need won. I lifted my legs, spreading them wide apart. "Oh, please, Beth," I said. She began to lick my wet slit and I moaned. Her warm wet tongue was like nothing I'd ever felt before. My sister explored my folds with her mouth and seemed to relish it. God, it felt good! Bethany licked me from my virgin hole up to my clit, and when she touched it I started to shake. "Right there," I cried, pressing her face against me with both hands. "Lick me right there!" She did more than that. Pulling my clit into her mouth, my gorgeous sister sucked on it like a tiny penis. I exploded in the most powerful orgasm of my life. The way I was thrashing around I probably bruised her mouth, but I didn't care. I must have screamed every filthy word I knew, holding Bethany's mouth tight to my little pink slit. She didn't stop after I came, she just kept on sucking and licking my tender flesh until I came again. It was so intense, and having an audience made it even better somehow. By the time I pushed her away I had cum three times, each orgasm blending into the next. Bathed in sweat, I lay weak and trembling. When I looked up I noticed that Josh was pointing a digital video camera at me. "That was fucking awesome," he said, and I realized my first lesbian experience had been recorded. Then I saw Tyrell and Andre. Their huge cocks awaited. Don't get me wrong, I wanted to get fucked, but the size of their dicks was intimidating. "I gotta get me some of that," Tyrell growled. "Go ahead, take the older one," said Malik. "The virgin pussy is mine." Tyrell turned to Malik. He looked pissed, but Malik was nonchalant. "Hey, bro, who brought the bitches here? Who's captain of this team? You can have the little one later, but I pop her cherry." "Man," said Tyrell, "you want me to fuck the pregnant one? She sexy and all, but Josh's shit still leaking out of her." It was true. I could see trails of goop running down Bethany's thighs. "So let little Tabitha clean her up," was Malik's answer. Josh clapped Malik on the back. "Problem solved," said Josh. "That's why you make the big bucks." Everyone laughed. Could he possibly mean what I thought he meant? He did. Malik smacked Bethany's ass and told her to get on top of me. She crawled over and knelt close to whisper in my ear. "I'm sorry, Tab," she said. "I didn't mean to get you mixed up in this." "Don't worry," I answered. "You better do what he says." I kissed her to let her know it was okay. I meant it only as a sisterly kiss, but her tongue slipped into my mouth and we kissed passionately. After a minute she lifted her head and smiled. "You're a really good kisser," she said. Bethany leaned over and kissed my left nipple, then sucked it between her teeth, making me gasp. When she moved to my right breast her big titties hung over my face, like ripe fruit hanging from a tree. I sucked and slobbered on each of her nipples in turn. She climbed onto the ottoman and knelt astride my head. Suddenly, I was looking at a girl's pussy much more closely than I ever had before. And smelling it. Not just any random pussy, this was my pregnant sister's pussy above my face, and it was full of cum. Her pubic hair was matted with the stuff and it oozed from her freshly fucked hole. I had already licked Bethany's juice from Malik's dick and licked his cum from her face, so I thought this can't be too much worse. Malik now had the video camera pointed right at me as Beth began to kiss my wet pussy lips. I sighed with pleasure and licked Josh's cum from one of her legs. Its taste was different than Malik's. Not better or worse, just different. My tongue followed the trail of slime up her thigh until I reached her furry lips. "Go on, little girl," said Malik. "Eat your sister's cunt." Just then I felt Bethany lapping at my labia, and it felt good. Plus, I think she was showing me what to do. So I did it. I copied her movements, licking the splooge from her glistening labes. If you're a girl reading this, you're probably thinking, "Yuck! That's nasty!" But let me tell you, knowing that I was giving Beth pleasure—and I knew—was a real turn on. And knowing that those men were watching and getting excited was an even bigger turn on. I delved deep into her sloppy fuckhole to scoop out as much of Josh's cum as I could. My face was getting smeared with a mix of their juices, but by then I didn't mind. Bethany's tongue circled my clit and it felt so fucking good. It was pretty clear by then that my sister wasn't just doing this to please Malik and the other guys, she was doing it to please me. That's sexy. For me too, it became more than cleaning up her pussy, I was trying to get her off. I licked her clit and was rewarded when she said, "Oh yes, baby, like that." When I sucked her clit into my mouth like she had done for me, she screamed, "Fuck yeah, Tab, you're gonna make me cum! Oh god oh god oh god...don't stop...I'm cumming!" she wailed as I drank up her sweet nectar. As soon as Bethany stopped shaking she went back to eating my pussy and I came again in no time, squealing like a little girl. I was feeling spent but Tyrell didn't give us any time to relax. His enormous cock was looming over my face. "That's clean enough, baby," he said, grinning. Clear fluid was leaking from his dick and it dripped on my hair. Lining himself up with Bethany's very wet pussy, he slipped the head inside her. It was exciting to watch from such close range. I could see the slick layer of Beth's juice on Tyrell's dick as he withdrew from her hole, then shoved in a little more. Again and again, each time a little deeper until the whole of his incredible length was buried inside my sister. She moaned, though with pleasure or pain I couldn't tell. The long fat dick inside her forced more cum from Bethany's pussy. It dripped onto my face and ran down Tyrell's cock. I didn't want him to think I'd done a poor job of cleaning her so I licked the exposed part of his shaft. His heavy balls slapped my forehead. I tilted my head back and licked them, too. "Fuck yeah," Tyrell said. "Lick my fucking balls. Suck them." I obeyed, pulling one into my mouth. It wasn't easy, the thing was the size of a goose egg. "Check it out, man," I heard Tyrell say. "I got my dick in one bitch's cunt and my balls in her sister's mouth." "And my dick's in the first bitch's mouth," laughed Andre, and I knew then that Bethany was sucking Andre's cock while Tyrell fucked her. I realized that their crude remarks were directed to Malik and his video camera, and all of this was being recorded. You'd think I'd be worried about who might see this video. But I found it exciting beyond belief to know that people would watch it and get turned on. I hoped I would be one of them. About then there was a knock at the door. I thought the caller would be turned away. But no, from the clamor of voices it seemed a whole crowd of people had entered the room. As if I didn't have enough humiliation! Two or three girls were talking, but I couldn't see them with my head between Bethany's thighs. One voice stood out from the rest. "How much are you paying these whores?" she said in disgust. Somebody answered her, but I heard only her side of the conversation. "...they're sisters? oh my god...still in high school...a virgin...no fucking way...what absolute total sluts!" Sure, it was humiliating be hear those things said about me and my sister. I can't explain it, but it was such a huge turn on for me to know that I was pleasing these men. Other girls calling me a slut only turned me on more. The comments about me and Bethany went on, but I wasn't paying attention. Tyrell's colossal cock was plowing my sister's pussy only inches above my face, and the sight and smell of their union filled my senses. I could tell Beth was going to cum again soon. Her clit peeked out from under its hood. It looked like a shiny pink pearl, a startling contrast to Tyrell's very black dick. I reached out with the tip of my tongue and licked it. Tabitha Takes a Chance And kept on licking, as Bethany's thighs shook with her orgasm. Her screams were muffled by Andre's dick in her mouth. That must have triggered Tyrell because he yelled and slammed his dick into Bethany's pussy, holding it deep inside her. God it was hot! When he pulled out a minute later his cock was covered with slime, both his own and my sister's. "Clean it off," he said, pushing his dick down towards my face. I eagerly licked the head, tasting them both. "Oh, fuck," he groaned as I wrapped my lips around his cock and sucked it. I don't know if it was the angle or because his dick was getting soft, but when Tyrell shoved his dick deeper in my mouth I hardly gagged. I just swallowed like you would swallow a big piece of something delicious, and it slipped right past my tonsils. It wasn't enjoyable, but I managed. "Oh my god, look at that slut swallow his fucking cock," that same girl's voice said. She talked like a stupid bimbo. Then Bethany started licking my pussy again and I forgot her. Tyrell eased his cock from my mouth. "You're too much, girl," he said, and bent to kiss my forehead. (I guess he didn't want to kiss my lips!) His cum began to ooze from Bethany's well-used fuckhole and I lapped it up. A new voice said, "Never mind that. I can't wait any longer." Another hard cock hovered above my face, aiming for my sister's cunt. It was a white guy, one I'd never seen before. His dick wasn't as big as Tyrell's, but it was still much bigger than my boyfriend's. He sighed as he entered Bethany's dripping hole. "God damn," he said. "I can't believe you're sisters." Tyrell's load of semen squished out around his cock and I opened my mouth to catch it. When it stopped oozing, I licked this new shaft when it wasn't buried in my sister. "Suck it," he demanded, pulling out his dick, and I happily complied. He pushed, and his cock slid into my throat. It was getting easier, though I can't say I ever got used to it. "Oh Jesus," he said, as his balls came to rest on my nose. It was hard to breathe, but he pulled out and shoved his dick back into Bethany's slimy fuck slot. He repeated the move several times, and each time his dick came out I sucked traces of Tyrell's cum from it. "Oh fuck, I'm gonna blow," he said before long. His first squirt hit my sister's splayed pussy lips, covering them with his gooey white sauce. He aimed for my open mouth and his second shot landed mostly on my lips and chin. I finally got his cock in my mouth and swallowed several more squirts of his thick load. After that I lost count of how many men fucked my sister. Some were black and some white. Most were clearly athletes, but some were older and paunchy. Some came in my sister and some came in my mouth or on my face. Bethany had orgasm after orgasm, and I was so jealous! She was sucking other cocks too as she fucked. When my beautiful sister wasn't sucking a cock she licked my virgin pussy. But it was never long enough to get me off, and more than ever I was itching to get fucked. Finally somebody helped Bethany to get up. I lay on the ottoman, now totally exposed. My face and neck were covered with slimy cum. My jaw ached. I looked around. Except for their cocks, I was seeing for the first time the group that had come in late. There were a dozen or more large, athletic guys—the whole team, I figured. Several older men were there, too. Maybe coaches or managers, I had no idea. And there were the girls whose voices I'd heard. Three of them, with drinks in their hands. They were still dressed, barely. All three wore outfits that I thought were a bit tacky, though I had to admit the girls were pretty. One in particular caught my eye. She had dirty blonde hair and huge tits, which were very prominent in the cropped white blouse she wore, and long legs barely covered by her short plaid skirt. White knee socks and tennis shoes completed her ensemble. Each of the three was snuggled up to a large, naked basketball player. The one in the naughty schoolgirl outfit sat on Tyrell's lap. "Look at that fucking slut," she laughed, referring to me, of course. "Her face looks like a glazed doughnut." To my horror, I realized that I knew her. She had gone to my school! Her name was Heather. She was one of the most popular girls when I was in ninth grade and she was a senior, and I had admired her from afar. She was so nice to everyone, even lowly freshmen. Clearly, she had changed. And she didn't remember me at all. Bethany knelt beside me. "Thank you," she whispered. "That was the most amazing thing that's ever happened to me." I knew what she meant. It was incredibly exciting to be part of it even though I wasn't having orgasms. There was a lot I wanted to ask her, but I just said, "No problem, sis." That made us both laugh. She kissed my spermy mouth and that set us off. We kissed with total abandon, Bethany licking up dollops of cum from my face and sharing them with me. Hearing the comments of the other girls only made it more arousing. It seems I was now a cum slut, even though I hadn't yet lost my cherry. "Enough already," said Malik, lifting Bethany off me. "Go take a shower and get yourselves cleaned up." He looked at me. "I'll be waiting for you Tabitha." "Yes, sir," I said, smiling. As we walked away, Heather said, "Oh please, you still think that little whore is a virgin?" "I'll smack the shit out of the bitch if she lied to me," Malik said, just before I closed the bathroom door behind me. Bethany sat on the toilet to let the cum drain from her very red and sore fuckhole, while I started the shower. I had learned a thing or two about myself in the last couple of hours, and as we talked I found that my respectable married sister was not who I thought she was, either. She told me that she'd fantasized about being controlled since she was thirteen. Once, at a college frat party she'd 'pulled a train' as she put it, and loved it. Even more surprising, she'd had female lovers in college, too. After going to law school, though, she put her wild days behind her. She never dreamed that I might harbor the same fantasies. I tried to explain how it felt being ordered to perform for those men, but my beautiful sister told me there was no need—she knew exactly how I felt. We soaped each other while we chatted and it was wonderful. I had never felt so close to Bethany as I did then. The hot water and my sister's touch did wonders to sooth my aching body. She told me how sexy I was, and I teased her about the number of orgasms she'd had. "Malik is going to want to fuck you when we get out there," she said. "Are you okay with that?" "God, yes!" I said. "I can hardly wait!" She sighed. "Oh Tab...what have I done to you?" "Nothing I didn't want," I said. "My sweet little sis. I guess you're not so little any more," she said, cupping my breasts. She ran her hand softly over my stomach to my soapy mound. I groaned in frustration. "Wow. You really are ready, aren't you?" "I told you! Now let me rinse so I can go get some dick." "We've created a monster," she laughed. "But don't rinse just yet. I'm going to do something that they'll like." She had me sit on the edge of the tub and knelt in front of me. Then, my gorgeous Bethany proceeded to shave off all my fine blonde pubic hair. When she was done I looked twelve years old again, though I have to admit it felt sexy. It was smooth and sensual to my touch. Bethany made me spread my legs to make sure she got every last hair, then she bent and kissed my pussy mound. "Mmmmm...oh god," I said. She licked me and I knew I wouldn't last long, but I pushed her away. "Stop," I insisted. "I'm saving it for my master." Bethany stared at me. "Tabitha," she said slowly. "This night has been a lot of fun, but you know it's just a game, right? You know that when we leave you can go back to being a regular high school senior, right?" "Sure," I said. But something deep inside me didn't quite believe it. The party had progressed without us and some of the guests were getting drunk. The air was thick with marijuana smoke. I had been around pot smoking before, but had never tried it. When Bethany and I made our entrance wrapped in white hotel robes most of the guys applauded. But not all. Some were too busy. The girls were missing most of their clothes, and had paired off with three of the basketball players. Heather was stroking Tyrell's big dick, wearing only her knee socks and tennis shoes. Another, a redhead named Mackenzie, was sitting with a very muscular black man. She had milky pale skin, and her slender body looked fragile in his huge arms. Monica, the third one, had dark hair and olive skin. She was upside down on a sofa, her legs dangling over the back while Josh bent to lick her pussy. Malik sat naked in an arm chair and beckoned to me. As I approached he said, "Lose the robe." I let it fall to the floor and sat at his feet. He gave me a glass of champagne, then lit a joint and handed it to me. I was a bit hesitant, especially in front of my sister, but I didn't want Malik to think I was a child. I took only two drags before passing it to an older man sitting nearby. At first I didn't think the drug had any effect on me. But when Malik ordered me to sit on his lap and began caressing me, holy shit! His touch thrilled me to the core, and my pussy throbbed with need. When he pinched my nipples sparks shot through every fiber of my body. I floated on a cushion of sexual energy. Malik's cock began to stiffen beneath me and I reached between my legs to fondle it. "Please, master," I said. "Take me to your bed and fuck me. I'm yours. Take me, please." "What did you say?" "I want you to fuck me," I repeated. "Please." "No, I mean that other thing you said. About being your master." "I'm your slave, aren't I? Your little fuck slave?" I glanced up at him before lowering my eyes shyly. "So you must be my master. And the big strong master should use his little fuck toy any way he wants." His cock sprang up between my thighs. "Oh, yes," I said, stroking him. "Shove your big fat cock inside me and split me open." Have you ever been talking to someone at a party when the music stops, and you realize everyone can hear you? It was like that. My words were meant only for Malik, but as soon as I said them it seemed everyone was looking at me. "The little whore shaved her cunt," a girl's voice said. Malik stood, easily lifting me with him. My arms were around his neck and he kissed me. I kissed him back hungrily. Bethany was staring at me with her mouth open and her hand between her legs. As he carried me to the bedroom he broke our kiss. "Somebody bring the camera," he said. Malik laid me gently on the bed. I got on my hands and knees to lick his cock as he stood. Once again I was awed by his size and strength. I weigh only 115 pounds, and he was easily double that. I put my hands on his massive thighs, each the size of my waist. His body looked like polished stone. "Mmmm," I said, drooling on his dick. "I can't wait to have you inside me." He flipped me onto my back, my head hanging over the edge of the bed. "Let's see how much you've learned," he said. "Put your hands under your butt." From my inverted perspective I saw the room filling with people. Heather was holding the video camera, and she moved in for a close up as Malik's thick black meat dangled in front of my face. He teased me, keeping his dick just out of reach. "Please," I said. "Give it to me." And he did, pushing the big purple head into my mouth. I noisily sucked it, wishing my hands were free to touch myself. Malik began to thrust slowly and I willed myself to relax as he hit my esophagus. "That's right," he said, feeding me more. I swallowed his thick tube steak into my gullet. He pulled out so I could breathe, then shoved it in deeper. About half his cock remained, but I wanted the whole thing. A few more thrusts and I had swallowed it all. When my lips were pressed into his pubes he pulled out again and began rhythmically fucking my throat. "Oh my god," said Heather. "You can see the lump in her neck when it goes in." She was catching it all with the video camera. Malik grabbed the back of my head and fucked my mouth like it was a cunt. "Oh Jesus," Malik grunted. "That's good." He backed off just as my throat was beginning to get really sore. "I'll cum down your throat later. Right now we have other business to attend to." "Yes, master," I said, catching my breath. "Slave," said Malik to my sister. "Get something to clean up your sister's face." Bethany had been standing between two guys, stroking their cocks. A moment later she sat next to me on the bed and wiped the drool from my face with a damp towel. "My baby sis is all grown up," she said, kissing me. "I will be in a minute." We kissed again and I lay back in the middle of the big bed, lightly touching my vulva. Josh now held the camera, and he pointed it at me as Malik climbed onto the bed. He spread my legs and stretched out between them. Putting his nose to my crotch, Malik breathed deeply. "Ah, he said. "The scent of virgin pussy. Maybe I should leave you intact." I wasn't sure if he was serious or not. "Please, master," I said. "Fuck me now. Please." "Since you asked me so nice I'll consider it." He kissed my wet slit. "First, a taste of unsullied little girl pussy." His tongue was long and he knew how to use it. He explored my virgin crevice, fucking me with his tongue. I was close to cumming, but he circled my clit without touching it. Malik left me hanging and moved up over my body. He kissed me and I could taste myself on his lips. "Bethany," he said, without taking his eyes from mine. "Get over here and put my dick in your sister's cunt." Bethany climbed onto the bed and reached between our legs, and then I felt the tip of Malik's cock sliding between my folds. I gasped as the head popped into my tight little hole. It hadn't yet reached my hymen and already I felt filled up. Malik held himself above me with his arms straight. I grabbed those powerful arms as he pumped the head in and out to lubricate it with my juices. He waited for me to adjust to his size before thrusting up against my maidenhood. I winced as the thin membrane stretched. "This will only hurt for a minute," he said, before driving his cock deep inside my body. I let out a tiny cry of pain as he tore me open. It hurt all right, but the greater sensation was one of being stuffed. My belly was filled by his big black dick. A few tears trickled down my cheeks but they weren't from the pain. I was happy that my master now possessed me completely. Malik thrust slowly in and out, his prick reaching even deeper inside. The pain had faded and it started to feel very, very good. "Oh yes," I said. "Fuck me, master." My big stud didn't need a second invitation. He hooked my legs over his broad shoulders and pushed my knees back almost to my ears, fucking me with long, smooth strokes. I started cumming right away. It was wonderful when Bethany had eaten my pussy earlier, but it was nothing like this. I was totally at the mercy of the giant basketball star, and my utter helplessness (and his huge black dick) triggered one orgasm after another. I screamed, I moaned, I whimpered in sheer rapture, loving every second of it. There may have been a room full of people and a video camera recording it all, but for me there was nothing but Malik's cock inside me and wave after wave of ecstasy. After my first mind-blowing string of orgasms we stopped to catch our breath. Malik shifted his position, supporting himself on his elbows and squishing my inflamed nipples tight to his sweaty, muscular chest. I wrapped my arms and legs around him and raised my hips to fuck myself on his glorious cock. It wasn't long before I was blubbering mindlessly through another series of shattering climaxes. In my more lucid moments I begged him to fuck me harder. "Oh yes, master," I pleaded. "Keep fucking me like that...fuck your little slave...god I love your big cock...fill me with your hot cum...please..." Gradually Malik speeded up his pace. I looked into his eyes and I knew he was close. "Yes, master. Fill me up. Give it to me." He pounded me hard, tilted his head back and roared. I felt his dick twitching and I came again as my master pumped his seed into my womb. We lay still until the world came back into focus. The first thing I saw when Malik rolled off me was Heather sitting on Tyrell in an armchair, his dick inside her. She slithered up and down on his greased pole, her huge tits bouncing. Bethany was kneeling on the floor, surrounded by four guys. She stroked two cocks with her hands while sucking another. Or more accurately, the guy fucked her mouth, shoving his dick deep in her throat. Just then the guy came, mashing her pretty face against his stomach. The others came pretty quickly after that, and my heavily pregnant sister swallowed their cum. Tyrell came in Heather about the time Bethany was finishing off the last guy. Malik leaned casually against the wall, observing. "Heather," he said after a pause, "have you ever had another girl eat your pussy?" I knew instantly who he had in mind, and came down from my sexual high with a thud. It was like I'd been kicked in the stomach. "Ewww! Gross!" she replied. "Never." "Hey, don't knock it till you've tried it," Malik said. "The little slave on the bed will clean you up and she'll get you off. I promise she'll do a good job." He looked at me. "Isn't that right, slut?" I couldn't believe it. I thought Malik cared about me, and now he was telling this bimbo that she could use me like a dirty towel. "Yes, master," I said, near tears. "That settles it," said Malik, ignoring my distress. "Go on, Heather. And if the slut doesn't make you cum I'll whip her sweet little ass." There was an evil glint in Heather's eye as she climbed onto the bed. She stood astride my head, then lowered her sloppy cunt to my face. "You heard your master," she mocked. "You better not miss a drop." And this was the girl I'd thought was so sweet three years ago! This was the second pussy I'd seen up close, and right away I noticed it was different. Where Bethany and I have delicate vulva that are hidden most of the time by our plump out lips, Heather's inner lips stuck out half an inch or more. They were darker, too, and curled at the edges. Under different circumstance I might have liked eating her. Totally degraded, I started licking the streams of cum that ran down her thighs. "Get to it, bitch," she snarled. "Eat my pussy." Monica, the dark haired girl, held the video camera close to record my shame for posterity. "Jesus, Heather," she said. "This chick is so nasty." I fought back my despair and licked up a gob of semen from her slimy fuckhole. Her body tensed and I knew she was using her vaginal muscles to force out more cum. A thick stream of it trickled into my mouth. "That's right, eat it up, slut," she said as I slurped Tyrell's cum from her flaps. "God, what a fucking whore!" I didn't think I could sink any lower. A girl who clearly thought I was a piece of trash was squatting over my face while her friend filmed it, and a group of rowdy men cheered her on. Then Malik had to get my sister involved. "Slave," he ordered, "get over there and clean up your sister's cunt so the boys can fuck her when she's done." When I heard that I knew I'd hit rock bottom. Malik was going to let the other men fuck me. He didn't care about me. To him, I was just a fuck slave, nothing more. Maybe that's all I was, a dirty fuck toy. I couldn't see her, but I felt the bedsprings give and someone started licking cum from my bald pussy. I wanted to feel nothing, but my sister's tongue worked its magic. Bethany sucked Malik's cum out of me and worked on my clit. My body betrayed me then, and I lifted my hips up to her mouth. God help me, but I started to enjoy eating Heather, too. She ground her messy cunt into my face and I sucked her juicy labes. "That's a good little slave girl," she said. Tabitha Takes a Chance Both of us, my big sister and I, were just too damned good at giving pleasure. "Oh god, yes!" Heather screamed. "Suck my clit, you filthy slut!" Gripping my hair in both hands, her body shook as she came in my mouth. I came right behind her, my cries muffled by the pussy in my face. After that, I didn't give a shit about what anyone thought. I downed three glasses of champagne and smoked half a joint. Then the fucking started again. Every man there used my mouth or pussy at least once, and both holes were filled most of the time. Most of the guys treated me okay, but some took pleasure in brutality. My pussy and throat were raw and my jaws ached, but the pain didn't stop me from having orgasms. I came more than I thought humanly possible. I didn't even notice when Malik escorted my sister back to our room. Sometime much later more champagne was ordered, and I had to answer the door naked. The remaining guests hid in the other rooms, watching through half-closed doors. The waiter was an Hispanic guy older than my father, and when I dropped to my knees to offer my 'tip' he was so nervous it was cute. It took me a while to get his dick hard, but telling him I was still in high school seemed to help. It didn't take him long to cum, though, when his whole cock slid down my throat. Malik filmed the whole thing, of course. Heather and her friends were having sex too, but they were able to choose where and how and with whom. And each time they got fucked, I was made to clean up their messy cunts with my tongue. The last thing I remember was the three girls lined up on hands and knees, with guys cumming all over their ass cracks. Naturally, yours truly had to slurp up every trace of semen. The camera was right in my face as Heather spread her cheeks and ordered me to lick the cum from her puckered brown asshole. **** Around midday I woke up curled in a chair. Mackenzie, the redhead, was sleeping between two guys on the bed. I felt wretched. My throat and pussy were sore, and my limbs ached. "Oh shit!" I said to myself. My parents would be worried sick! I stumbled into the next room to look for my clothes. Naked bodies were strewn everywhere. Malik, however, sat fully dressed by the window, calmly reading a book. "I need to get out of here!" I said, panicked. "My parents are gonna freak!" "Relax," he said. "Everything's cool. Your sister Bethany came by earlier and brought your stuff." My suitcase was there beside him. "But..." "And," he went on, "she cooked up a story about you staying with your cousin Erica, and your parents bought it. So you can take it easy." Whew! That was a relief! "Thanks," I said, puzzled. Why was he being so nice to me? "Besides," he laughed. "I really don't think you want to go anywhere before you get yourself cleaned up." In the bathroom mirror I saw what he meant. I had dried semen all over my face and breasts, and my hair was caked with the stuff. My mascara had run. I was a mess. After shampooing my hair three times in a long, hot shower I felt a little better. I dressed in jeans and a halter and found Malik waiting for me. "Let's go have some breakfast," he said. He took me to a small restaurant near the hotel. I had only toast, fruit, and coffee, but Malik devoured a huge breakfast: eggs, sausage, bacon, hash browns and pancakes. It takes a lot of fuel to maintain a body that size! After eating, we chatted over our coffee. He cleared up a few things for me. I wondered how he knew that Bethany was a submissive. "I didn't, not at first," he said. "But when we met, I thought it was a good sign when you two agreed to come upstairs. After that I kept up the pressure and she didn't run away or try to strike back. She gave in every time." I thought back. There were chances for both of us to say no, and we didn't take them. Then I thought about the last part of the night, when Malik had in effect pimped me out to everyone at the party. "I guess you're pretty upset with me, huh?" he asked. I told myself I wasn't going to cry but sure enough I started sniveling. "How could you let them do those things to me?" I blurted out. "I wanted to be your slave. Yours! Not some blonde bimbo's or dirty old men's." He grinned, cocksure as always. "Look, Tabitha. It's obvious that you're special. First, you're so beautiful..." "If you think flattery will..." "...and smart, and sexy, and a very sweet kid." "So I'm just a kid now?" I whined. "You're a very remarkable young woman. Before you had even lost your virginity you were satisfying two people at once. I have never met anyone with the capacity for enjoyment that you have. I have never seen anyone have as many orgasms as you had. I have never seen anyone give as many orgasms as you gave. Face it; you have a talent, a gift." "Or a curse," I grumbled. "It's only a curse," he said, "if you allow it to be. One thing is for sure, no man is going to satisfy you by himself. Not even me," he laughed, "and I'm pretty damned good." I had to laugh with him. He's good all right! "And you have to admit, you got off on that master/slave shit. Big time." I nodded, looking at the table. "Will I ever see you again?" I asked. "Like I said," he answered, "you have a gift, and gifts should not go to waste." He took something out of his coat pocket and laid it on the table. "This is an airline ticket to Los Angeles," he said, "first class. It's an open ticket, which means you can use it anytime in the next year." He took my hand. "You have, what, two months of school left?" "Um, yeah..." "After you graduate, if you want, use the ticket and come out to L.A. I can introduce you to some people. People who will appreciate your talent. You can make very good money working a few hours a week, and still have time to go to college. You can be famous. Or you can tear it up and throw it in my face, and I'll never bother you again." The meaning of his offer took a minute to sink in. "Famous?" I said. THE END Please take the time to vote and leave a comment, whether good or bad.