Chapter One

School was out for the summer, and we were leaving for Disney World the next day. My sister and I were so excited we could hardly sleep. I was twelve, Callie was eleven, and we had been dreaming of Disney World for years.

My father is a well-known heart surgeon and is usually too busy to take a vacation. So, this was special.

I finally drifted off to sleep, only to be awakened in the dark by a hand placed roughly over my mouth.

"Make a sound and you're dead," a strange male voice threatened softly.

The hand was removed and replaced with duct tape before I could utter a word. I was so scared, I probably wouldn't have even if I could have.

He put his knee on my chest and taped my hands together, then ripped the covers off me to do the same to my feet.

I felt a chill run through me although I'm not sure if it was from fright, or from my suddenly exposed, nearly naked, body.

I heard noises down the hall toward the other bedrooms, as my attacker ran his hand over the front of my briefs.

"You're a real cutie. Maybe we can have some fun later."

He picked me up and tossed me over his shoulder and carried me downstairs. When he threw me on the sofa, I saw another guy carrying my sister downstairs. She was placed on the sofa next to me. She looked as scared as I felt.

Then two more men showed up.

"I thought you said the place would be empty," one said to my attacker.

"That's what Joan said. It's not my fault your cunt sister got the dates screwed up."

"Fuck-you, asshole," the first one said, as he lunged toward my attacker.

"Knock it off! Both of you! What's done is done. I took care of the problem. Now we just have these two to worry about," said the guy who was obviously in charge.

The guy who had brought Callie down was kneeling in front of her and said, "They might come in handy. Besides, I ain't kill'n no kids."

Then he slid his finger down Callie's arm as he looked her over.

"You won't give us any problem, will you sweetie?" he asked, as he placed his hand on her upper leg just below her nightgown.

Callie scrunched her eyes shut and shook her head, no. I could see tears running down her face as his hand slid under her nightgown. The higher it went, the harder she sobbed.

"You're gonna be real friendly to us, ain't ya?" he said, as his hand reached the top of her thigh.

"Harry, if you're gonna do that shit, take her upstairs. John, you take the boy," the boss guy said.

My attacker, John, threw me back over his shoulder and headed upstairs. Harry followed with Callie. They laid us side by side on Callie's bed. Harry produced a knife from a holder on his belt.

"Now, you two aren't gonna give us any problems, are you?" he asked, as he waved the knife between us, pointing it menacingly.

Then he pulled the tape from Callie's mouth.

"What's your name, sweetie?"

"Callie," she sobbed.

"You look like you're around eleven, is that about right?"

She nodded.

"Perfect age."

He gripped the hem of her nightgown and yanked it up to her shoulders, then stared down at her nearly nude body. I watched him slide the knife from her chest down her belly and under the leg of her panties and cut it. Then he did the same to the other side, leaving the useless material laying there.

The knife was then used to cut the tape from her legs. I had never seen my sister exposed like this; not since we last bathed together when I was around five. Callie tried to get away, but Harry was too quick for her.

"Where do you think you're going? The fun's just getting started."

He held her in place with one hand while he used the other to unbuckle his belt and pull his pants and underwear down. John and I both watched as he crawled between her legs and aimed his dick at her slit. She cried out as he forced himself inside her.

I was busy watching and didn't notice when John pulled his pants down, until he put his hand on my head and turned it toward him. I was faced with a dick bigger than the one Harry was plunging into my sister.

John slowly peeled the tape from my mouth and commanded, "Open up."

He rubbed his hard dick over my lips and I got the message. The dick slipped past my lips and into my throat causing me to gag. John grabbed my head in both hands and began sliding in and out of my mouth. He didn't try to choke me with it, only going to the entrance of my throat.

I could feel the bed moving with Harry's thrusting into Callie. With each thrust she let out a grunt, and the grunts became faster and suddenly stopped as I heard Harry let out a groan. Then there was more movement on the bed and I could hear Harry buckling his pants.

"Keep an eye on her while I get Ed for his turn."

Ed came in and started taking off his pants.

"Mmm, nice one. She's a hottie."

I stopped sucking John long enough to see Ed climb up on Callie. His dick was a little bigger than Harry's, but still not as big as John's. Callie lay motionless, staring off into the distance until Ed passed the depth that Harry had gone. Then the grunting started again.

"My dick's over here, cutie," John said, reminding me of the job at hand.

John face-fucked me while Ed plowed into Callie. John tensed up and pushed his dick into my throat to unload.

When he pulled out, I looked at Callie. Her eyes were shut, and her mouth was open. She was breathing heavy but no longer grunting. Ed stiffened, then growled as he shot off. Callie's mouth closed and she turned to look at me. She wasn't crying anymore. Instead she looked… Frustrated? Ashamed?

Ed left then, but Boss-man soon entered.

"Did they get you ready for me?" he asked Callie, while taking off his clothes.

Callie and I both gasped when his cock appeared. It was even bigger than John's. Thicker, and longer, too. He lined up with her opening and pushed. Callie's head went back and she made a hissing sound with a sharp intake of breath.

It took Boss-man three more strokes to bury it in her.

"Mmm, nice and tight even with two loads in her," Boss-man said.

After a few more strokes, her eyes appeared glazed as she looked up at him. Her grunts had turned into moans, and she raised her knees up to his ribcage.

"There you go, baby. You're liking that now, aren't you," he commented.

I could see his big cock sliding in and out of her, and it seemed like she was moving her slit up to meet it. Her moans got louder, and her movements more frantic. Then suddenly, she raised her head up and buried her face in his chest and let out a scream.

"That was a good one. Wasn't it baby?"

She looked into his eyes and I almost didn't notice her head nodding.

"Let's see if you got another one in you," Boss-man said.

He bent down and kissed her as he powered his cock into her faster. Her feet went up onto his bouncing butt, and she moaned again and again.

He thrust in hard and deep and held it as she screamed again. They both collapsed, breathing heavily.

"Man, that was hot," John said, as he pushed his renewed erection back into my mouth.

I guess I couldn't blame him because my dick was hard, too. I wanted to stroke it while I sucked his, but my hands were still bound.

Kissing sounds came from beside me and soon the bed was rocking again. When Callie screamed for the third time, John fired his load into my throat.

"Your sister's loving that shit," he said, withdrawing his cock from me.

I looked over, and Callie was trying to get her arms over Boss's head, but they were still taped.

"Free her hands," Boss ordered.

John complied, cutting the tape from her wrists. Her hands went to Boss's face, pulling him down for a deep kiss. Her legs wrapped around him, and she was bucking up at him hard and fast.

"Yeah, give it to me baby. Cum hard for me," Boss said as he thrust into her.

Her hands moved to his ass pulling him deeper into her. She screamed yet again, and Boss dumped another load in her.

Boss pulled his big cock from her. It seemed to take a long time to clear the entrance before drooping down, dripping lots of cream. I had trouble believing he had gotten it all in her, she's so tiny.

"She's a real hellion, once she gets going. Yessir, a natural little slut," Boss complimented.

Callie lay there running her hands over her belly and down to her pussy. I could see her dip two fingers in and rub the extracted cum all over her slit. I could hardly believe this was my sister. Right before my eyes, she had turned into a wanton slut.

"I don't think they'll be a problem, but stay by the door anyway," Boss told John.

We were quiet as Callie continued to play with her body. It was like she had just discovered she was female. Her fingertips pressed into her belly by her navel, about where Boss's cock would have been. Then slid down to her button, then spreading her lips.

"Stop that," I finally said.

"I'm sorry. It's just that… I'm not a virgin anymore."

"So I noticed," I said sarcastically.

"Three guys have been in me in less than an hour."

"Well, you didn't have to enjoy it so much," I countered.

"I couldn't help it. That big one felt really good. Besides, you liked sucking that guy's dick."

"I did not," I protested.

"Maybe not the first time, but the second time you sure did. I saw how you were sucking it. And look, you're still hard from it." She pointed to my undies.

The evidence was against me. We were quiet again for a few minutes. Then Callie asked, "What do you think they did with Mom and Dad?"

"I don't want to think about it."

That was certainly true. I was trying hard not to think about it.

Two hours later the scene was repeated. Only this time when Harry and Ed fucked her she didn't cry. She lay there letting them have their way without complaint, moaning a little when they pounded her hard toward the end. Then, when Boss came in, she actually reached out for him.

"Oh, yeah. Fuck me good," she begged, as his cock slid home.

Of course, I had to suck John again while she was getting fucked. I guess I had changed some, too. I minded it less each time. I was soon trying to do a good job for him. I was so horny, too, from watching all that was going on. My dick was hard the entire time.

We were kept on that bed all day. My hands and feet remained taped, while Callie wasn't. The fucking and sucking went on and on. When she wasn't getting fucked, it seemed she was just waiting to get fucked. She even kept looking at the erection in my briefs, and once I saw her lick her lips.

When it got late, John took me back to my room. He stripped and got in bed with me, pulling me to him. He'd had six blow jobs that day, and I had gotten no release. I wanted a chance to stroke my dick but didn't get it.

We were awakened in the morning by Callie's orgasmic scream. John's cock had made a furrow in my briefs right in my butt crack. I really needed to go to the bathroom, but he wouldn't let me until he got his first blow job. Then he cut my briefs off me so I could go pee. I saw Callie walk past my door nude. She looked down at my erection and smiled. This was not my sister.

She must have gone downstairs to eat because John brought me an egg sandwich. It was my first food since this had started. Later, I saw Boss carrying Callie back to her room. She was laughing as his hands played with her slit. It wasn't long before the moaning started again.

It wasn't until I was sucking him for the third time that day that John noticed me clawing at my hard-on.

"Everybody's getting off but you, eh cutie?"

I nodded.

"Swallow my whole cock and I'll see what I can do about it."

I forced my mouth down on him, feeling his cockhead enter my throat. I kept pressing until my nose was in his bush and his cock was knocking on my Adam's apple.

His fingers wrapped around my dick and I let out a moan of gratitude. He stroked me in time with my bobbing on his cock. He went faster if I went faster. If I sucked harder he gripped harder.

"I want you to cum when I do, understand?" he instructed.

"Mm-hm," I moaned around his cock.

His other hand went to my head and each thrust went deeper into my throat, again and again.

"Here it comes," he groaned, and pulled me tightly to his groin.

His first blast of cum started my orgasm, too; the most satisfying one I'd ever had. My cum drizzled down his fingers, as his slid down my throat. I almost choked to death but I didn't care. I'd finally got to cum after two days of constant arousal.

Later that afternoon, I had just finished giving John a rather enthusiastic blow job in the hope of getting my own release, but I didn't. Callie came in and sat on the bed with one knee on the bed and the other foot on the floor, facing me, completely exposed. Her once little pussy was stretched open, with cum still oozing from it. I tried to cover my erection with my bound hands.

"Aw… don't try to hide it. I think it's cute. I mean, it's not as big as those guys, but it might be fun. Wanna put it in me?"

"NO! I'm not gonna fuck my own sister."

She shrugged her shoulder. "Your loss," and she stood and left.

I didn't understand how she could change so much. Do all girls do that? One big cock and suddenly they'll fuck anybody?

When John came to my bed that night, I slid down under the covers head first, and took his cock into my mouth without being told. It grew hard and made its way into my throat. I could take it now without gagging. John began moving his hips back and forth, slowly fucking my face. His hand went to my head, but not to force me. He caressed it as he took his pleasure.

Somehow, I felt relaxed for the first time in days, lying there under the cover with someone caressing me, making love to me. Even after I had swallowed his cum, I continued to nurse on his cock like a baby's pacifier.

Then I felt John's hand on my dick. He stroked it until I drizzled out the small load onto my belly.

The rest of the week went pretty much the same. Callie fucking the three guys, while John and I shared my bed. I was never allowed out of my room, but Callie roamed the house freely. She never made any attempt at escape or alerted anyone of our situation.

Soon John began fingering my butt while stroking my dick. I would suck him, and he would reward me with a hand job and two fingers in my butt. I didn't like it at first, but I got used to it as it became part of our time together.

After seven days of captivity, the boss decided it was time for them to leave. John came into my room holding a gun. He duct-taped my mouth again.

"You know I don't want to hurt you, but I gotta make this look good. Boss doesn't want any witnesses left behind. I told him I would take care of you. I'm sorry."

He fired two shots into my pillow, then hit me in the head with the pistol.

Chapter Two

Next thing I know, I'm waking up in the hospital. There's a cop sitting in the chair by the bed. For the next three days, I answered all their questions about what happened.

They tried to be tactful and only asked generalized questions regarding sex like, 'Did they touch you in an inappropriate manner? Did they do anything similar to your sister?'

My godfather, Tony, and his son, Mark, picked me up from the hospital. Tony had been my dad's best friend since they went to grade school together.

I didn't know them that well. They always came to Christmas parties or barbecues at our house, but that was about it. Mark seemed like a nice kid and I had always gotten along with him, even though he was a couple of years older than me.

I stiffened a bit as Tony pulled into the gates at our house.

"Why are we here?" I asked.

"Well, my small apartment isn't big enough for the three of us, so we'll be living here. Don't worry, we uh… we cleaned the place up really good."

I assumed he was talking about whatever mess was found in my parent's and sister's rooms.

Mark helped me to my room. "I'm so sorry for all that has happened to you. I want you to know that I'm here for you. If you need anything, or just want to talk, you can count on me."

I could read the sincerity in his face. I hadn't noticed before, but he was a good-looking boy. Sandy hair, chiseled features, and dimples, highlighted by large, blue eyes.

"I'm in the room right next door if you need me," he said as he left.

I laid down on the same bed I had shared with John. The same bed where I had sucked his cock so many times. The same one he spared my life on by pretending to kill me.

I stared at the two holes in the wall where the bullets had ended after passing through the pillow. I guess Tony had missed that during his 'clean-up'.

I felt so lonely. My family was gone; I had no one left. I remembered lying here with John's cock in my mouth. I hadn't felt lonely then. He had made me feel wanted, and I sucked him to show my appreciation.

Now I wished I had his cock to comfort me again.

***

Mark came in later and asked if I was hungry.

I just shook my head.

He could tell I had been crying. He came in and sat on the bed beside me, placing his arm around my shoulders.

"I know it doesn't seem like it right now, but I promise it will get better. I'll help anyway I can."

He held me for a long time before leaving again.

Mark checked in on me again around eleven that night.

"Are you okay? Can I get you anything?"

"No, I'm fine, thanks," I replied.

He nodded and started to back out the door.

"Wait! Can you stay with me… please?"

Mark lay down with me. Both of us fully clothed, on top of the covers. He wrapped his arms around me and just held me. We fell asleep like that.

I woke up with his arms still around me and it felt really nice, I didn't want to wake him. When he finally stirred and stretched, I could feel his hardness pressed against my butt and back.

Mark got out of bed and went into my bathroom. I heard him peeing, then he came out and saw that I was awake.

"I'll bring you some breakfast."

We didn't talk much, but I could see that he was genuinely concerned about me. That made me feel a lot better. He spent the entire day with me, chatting, playing chess, or just sitting quietly. And when I would suddenly become tearful, he'd take me in his arms.

I asked Mark to stay with me that night, too. We took turns in my shower, then went to bed. I didn't want to stare when he came out in his briefs, but at a quick glance I could see a full basket in them.

When he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close in front of him, I was grateful to have him with me. I wondered if he would like me to show my appreciation the same way I did for John, but I didn't want to make him mad at me.

"You're, like fourteen, right?" I asked in the dark.

"I'll be fifteen in October."

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

"No. Last year in school there was a girl that used to make passes at me."

I turned to face him. "Did you ever do anything with her?" I pressed.

"Not really. We made out behind the gym during lunch one day."

"Just kissing? That's all?"

"Well, she said she'd heard I had a big dick so while we were kissing she put her hand on it."

"Were you hard?"

"No. I guess I was scared we'd get caught," Mark replied.

"So, you were standing really close, like this," I said, as I scooted over close enough to be kissing. "And she just reached down and grabbed your dick, like this?" I asked, as I demonstrated. I was surprised at the size of the bulge I had captured in my hand. It was soft, but I felt it respond quickly.

"Uhm… yes."

"But you didn't get hard because you were afraid of getting caught?" I asked, while squeezing his firmness.

"U-uhm… yes."

"If you weren't afraid, would you have let her play with your dick?" I asked, as he grew harder under my hand.

"Probably… Mmm."

"You're not afraid of getting caught now, are you?"

He paused for a moment. "No," he whispered.

I lifted the waistband of his briefs, and his very hard cock jumped out. When I tugged on his briefs, he raised his hips to allow me to pull them off.

I grasped his large cock and stroked it a little. It felt huge.

"Is this okay?" I whispered back.

"Mmm-hmm," he acknowledged.

I sat up so I could stroke him better. It didn't take long for him to tense up and groan a couple of times as I felt his cum run down my knuckles. I used my other hand to clean his belly with his briefs, then dropped them off the side of the bed.

"Can I… do it for you, too?" he whispered.

I laid down and drew my underwear off in reply. His fingers wrapped around my dick. I know he was trying to see mine just as I did his, but it was too dark in the room.

I licked his cum from my knuckles as he stroked. I was instantly reminded of John's cum, only Mark's tasted sweeter. Imagining I was sucking Mark made me shoot quickly.

Mark took my briefs and cleaned me up, then lay back down beside me. We didn't speak. I just turned around and spooned in front of him as he surrounded me in his arms again.

***

In the morning, I could definitely feel his hardness behind me. I started to reach for it, but Mark rolled out of bed. He picked up his underwear and noticed they were sticky with his cum. He dropped them and headed to the bathroom.

I could see his hard cock swinging in front of him as he walked. On his lean frame it looked huge. I know it was bigger than John's, maybe even bigger than the Boss's.

When he came out after peeing, he was limp, but still large. I couldn't take my eyes off it.

"Dad's probably at work by now. Want some cereal?" he asked nonchalantly, as if he wasn't standing there naked.

I nodded.

By the time he returned carrying two bowls, he was completely dressed, so I slid out of bed and let him see me hard. He watched me get dressed, then we sat and ate the cereal.

I was no longer a hostage, but I hadn't left my room. It was summer, and Mark could have been doing other things, but he chose to stay with me.

"There's a pool in the back if you want to go swimming," I pointed out.

"I'll wait 'til you're feeling up to it," he replied.

"Do you miss your friends from your old neighborhood?" I asked.

"A little, maybe. But not much. I didn't really hang out with anyone in particular anyway."

I only broke down in tears once that day. Mark was right there to comfort me.

His dad came home later and checked in on us. We were sitting on the floor playing chess.

"I have hot pizza if you boys want any."

Mark brought some up and we shared it.

We'd spent the entire day together and not mentioned what had happened the night before. But it was certainly on my mind. Just sitting on the floor with the chessboard between us, I was staring at his crotch instead of the board. Or we would stand and stretch our legs, my eyes riveted to his pants. I don't think he noticed, at least he never said anything.

"Would you mind staying with me tonight, too?" I asked around nine o'clock.

"If you need me to, I'm here."

We showered separately again, then crawled into bed. I scooted back against him and he took me into his arms. I really felt safe there, and he knew it. After a couple of minutes, I moved my arm back and slipped my hand down between us to grip his crotch.

"Can I?" I whispered.

"Mm-hm."

I turned and slipped under the covers. When I pulled at his underwear, he lifted his hips again.

He probably thought I was going to give him a hand job, so when my mouth slid down his hard cock, he was startled.

"Oh… shit."

I felt comfortable there under the cover with a cock in my mouth. But it wasn't just that. I was doing it for Mark. I wanted to please him. I wanted him to want me to do it again.

I pulled at his hips forcing more of him into my throat. I couldn't take it all but I wanted all I could get.

"Jesus… Christ…" Mark moaned, just as he fired his load into my throat.

I stayed there, comfortably sucking Mark's cock. He didn't stop me, so I guess he knew it was what I needed.

The next day, I left my room for the first time. I had dinner downstairs with Tony and Mark. Tony said it was good to see me out and about, and I told him that Mark had been very helpful to me.

That night I convinced Mark to put his fingers in me like John had. With the help of some olive oil, he was pumping three fingers into my butt which drove me up the wall. He liked knowing he could give me pleasure like I gave him when I blew him.

In the morning, I woke up early and used the olive oil on a sleeping Mark. He woke up when I let out a yelp as his cock-head penetrated my muscle-ring.

"What…" he began.

My hand was around his cock to aim it. I gripped it tighter and said, "Don't stop."

At my insistence, Mark continued to work his cock into me. I admit it hurt, but it hurt in a strangely good way. In my mind's eye, I could see Boss's big cock sliding in and out of Callie. I felt what she felt, I responded with moans, the way she responded. And when that big cock made cum shoot out of my dick, I yelled the way she yelled.

Boss always made her cum twice, and I was on my way to do the same for Mark when my bedroom door opened. There was no covering over us. We were naked, spooned together tightly, cum dripping from my dick. There was little guesswork involved in figuring out what we were doing.

Tony made a quick assessment of the scene and backed out, slowly closing the door behind him.

Mark froze. "Shit! My dad is gonna be so pissed."

"I don't think so. If he was, wouldn't he have said something?" I asked, encouraging him to continue.

"But my dad saw me fucking you."

"Yeah, too late now, so why quit?"

Mark saw it my way and kept pumping in and out of me. When he flooded my insides, I shot another load on the sheet with a yell.

His cock slowly wilted inside me, and Mark withdrew. I watched it swinging back and forth as he pulled on some basketball shorts and left the room.

He returned a few minutes later bearing two bowls of cereal.

"I guess Dad went to work. I brought breakfast."

I could feel his eyes on my butt as I went into the bathroom. The rest of the day went the same as previous days. Nothing was mentioned about our bedtime adventures.

When Tony came home we sat down to eat dinner. Mark and I were quietly waiting for his dad to explode.

"About this morning," Tony started.

Shit, here it comes. We froze with embarrassment.

"I guess I should've knocked first, but I heard a noise that sounded like someone had been gutted… Uh, had been hurt. I understand that boys will try… uh… shit, um…Well, I'm sorry, and I promise to be more… uh, respectful of your… Shit! Never mind. Forget I said anything."

When it was time for bed, we didn't pretend nothing was going to happen. We showered, and both of us climbed into bed naked. I handed him the olive oil and turned over onto my stomach. I wanted a big cock in me, just like Callie, and Mark was there to provide it.

Mark lined up and started to slide into me. I raised my hips to give him better access. He lay on my back, fucking me slowly. But something was missing.

"Stop for a second," I told Mark.

I turned onto my back and raised my spread knees in offering. Mark didn't hesitate to take possession of me. I threw my butt up at him as he plowed into me. I kissed his lips while he plundered me. And when the time came, I yelled out my orgasm, both times he made me cum.

In the morning he fucked me again. I think Tony was still home. If so, there's no way he didn't hear me.

That night, Mark muffled my screams with his lips on mine. My heels were on his butt, and two loads of my cream between our bellies when he filled me with his cum.

With Mark's help over the next couple of weeks I improved dramatically. Then things came crashing down on me again.

Mark was going away to some kind of 'Leadership Camp' arranged by his school. His father had already paid for it before the incident occurred and couldn't get a refund.

Saturday morning, we dropped Mark off at the school. I cried all the way home, then went straight to my room.

A couple of hours later, Tony asked if I'd like some lunch. I said no. At dinner time he asked again if I was hungry. When I said no, he came in and sat beside me where I lay in my bed.

"Come on, son, you need to eat something."

I shook my head.

"Well, if you change your mind let me know. I'm here to help."

I was alone. I was alone in my bed for the first time since the incident. Alone with those two bullet holes reminding me I didn't have a cock to suck. I didn't have Mark to fuck me like Callie got fucked. I cried myself to sleep.

***

Tony checked on me several times throughout the next day, trying to entice me to leave my room, or at least let him bring me a sandwich. I knew he would try again around dinner time, so at six o'clock I took a shower, and lay on my bed, naked. I was half on my side and half on my stomach facing away from the door, with a sheet pulled up only as high as my knees. Tony soon entered.

"Would… Oh… uh… would you like something to eat?"

"No."

"Come on, you gotta eat something," he said, as I felt him sit on the bed.

"I miss Mark."

"I know. I miss him, too. He'll be back before you know it, but you have to eat," he said. Then he rubbed my bare back. "Come on. Let me… uh, get you something."

His hand roamed over my back. Every time it passed close to my butt, I pushed it back towards his hand.

"I miss Mark. Will you stay with me?"

"Stay with you?"

"Yeah. Mark sleeps with me so I'm not lonely. I can pretend you're Mark."

"Pretend I'm Mark?" he asked, as his hand finally roamed over my butt.

"Yeah. You can keep me from being lonely the way Mark does," I replied, as I pushed my butt into his hand.

Tony took a moment to assess the situation. I'm sure he saw the olive oil on the nightstand.

"You want me to sleep with you? The way Mark does?" he reconfirmed.

"Please. I hate being alone."

The bed shifted as he stood. I heard the rustling of clothing being removed. Then the smell of olive oil, as it was being applied. The bed shifted again as he lay behind me.

He teased my opening with his cock-head then asked, "Who am I?"

"Tony," I moaned, pushing back, trying to capture that fat knob.

"That's right. I want you to know who's doing this."

It became instantly apparent it wasn't Mark. Tony is much thicker, and a little longer. He only took three strokes to bury it pubes-deep in me. Then he rolled us over so that I was flat on my stomach. He quickly established a rhythm of deep hard strokes.

This was definitely not Mark. Mark made love to me. Tony fucked me like a slut. It suddenly dawned on me; I was a slut. I'd turned into a slut just like Callie. One big cock, and I wanted more. Just like she had. I was getting fucked like a slut and loved it, like she had.

"Oh God!… Fuck me like a slut," I begged.

"Is that what you want?"

"Yes. I need it. Fuck me like a slut."

Tony withdrew and pulled me up onto my knees. He shoved back in quick and hard, reaching even deeper than before.

"Oh… Oh… Oh… "

"Who am I?"

"Tony… Tony the slut-fucker," I screamed, and shot a load onto the sheet below me.

I watched my dick swinging up and down, drizzling cum, while Tony continued to pound me. His hands gripped my hips so he could fuck me harder.

Tony soon pulled me tight to him and growled with his own orgasm. I could feel him filling my chute with his seed. Just what a slut wants to feel.

I collapsed onto the bed leaving Tony still on his knees. I turned my head to look at him. He had a big self-congratulatory smile on his face, looking at the gaping hole he left in my ass. His cock had lost a little of its rigidity but was still huge and glimmering with cum.

"Is that what you needed?"

I nodded my head.

"Good. Now get your butt out of bed and eat something," he said, giving my butt a slap.

We went to the kitchen without bothering to dress. We made bologna sandwiches. My eyes were never far from his cock as we moved around the kitchen. His eyes kept going to my butt. We ate in silence.

I picked up our plates and rinsed them. When I bent to place them in the dishwasher, Tony grabbed me from behind.

"You have an incredible butt," he said, as he sat me on the table.

I laid back and lifted my knees in offering. His cock was soon pounding into me again. He had my ankles on his shoulders, and his arms around my thighs so he could power into me.

I screamed out and shot cum without ever touching my dick.

"Mmm. You even cum like a slut," Tony pointed out.

Tony fucked me again late that night. In fact, Tony fucked me the rest of the two weeks that Mark was gone. Anytime, anywhere he wanted, he'd fuck me hard like a slut. He'd come in from work and just pull off my pants and fuck me. I stopped getting dressed on the third day. I'd patiently await him, ready and willing. Just like Callie.

The following Saturday, Mark returned. In bed that night Mark was making love to me when I told him what I'd done with his dad.

"Did you like it?"

I nodded.

"That's so hot," he said, and kissed my lips as he unloaded inside me.

Later, he was slowly sliding in and out of me again, keeping us both hard, when he started asking me a lot of questions.

"Does he have a big cock?"

"Yes."

"Are you going to let him fuck you again?"

"Maybe, if you don't mind."

He wanted details about where and how many times.

Sunday morning, Mark watched as Tony bent me over the sofa and fucked me roughly. Sunday afternoon they spit roasted me in the pool house. Sunday night they took turns fucking me in my bed.

And that's how it went for the next four years until Mark went away to college.

Tony kept me happy during my last two years of high school. And since I was now grown, his godfather duties were over. He moved out of the house when I started college.

I met a few nice guys at the university. Had relations with a couple. But I missed young boys. I especially liked young boys with big dicks.

Chapter Three

The reporter shifted in his chair for the thousandth time during my tale. His attempt at hiding his erection useless.

"Um… I don't know what you expect of me. I'm just a freelance writer, I do…"

I interrupted him. "I know who you are and what you do. I haven't quite finished my tale though. I'm sure you're aware of my parent's murder, right?"

"Well, yes. Everyone knows about it. They still talk about it. It's been nine years since it happened. That's why I accepted the invitation to come here."

"So, let me continue my story."

***

"Because I'm still young and relatively attractive, and I can be persuasive when I want, and I have little trouble finding boys to keep me company. I recently met a beautiful boy and convinced him to come here with me. My god, you wouldn't believe how attractive this kid was, and when I managed to get his clothes off, he had a big beautiful cock, too.

"I tried to suck him dry that first time he came here. By the third time I had him here, he fucked my brains out.

"Over the next two weeks I found out a lot about him. He's thirteen, and lives with his uncle, who is a writer."

"Oh, shit," the reporter muttered.

"So, I have a proposition for you. I want you to tell my story."

"I cannot possibly write that story for any newspaper or magazine," he replied.

"Of course not. I want you to write a book. I will tell the whole truth about what happened to my parents. What became of my sister. The bad guys. All of it. It should take about a year."

"If you want me to write a book, why did you tell me all of this?" he asked.

"Like I said, I know who you are and what you do. I know you have a thing for teen boys, and I know you write stories for PZA under the name of Cutter09. This part of the story you can write for the website. Consider it a gift. The book is a different matter.

"Just think about it," I persuaded. "The horrible home invasion. The near torturous abuse. The aftermath, and the reclusive survivor. In exchange for the book, I want you and your nephew to live here. He knows about PZA, and is anxious to give you more material to write about."

"He knows?"

"Yes, and he says you have a big cock. The book will make you rich and famous. I'm a slut, and I want both of you."

The End