Jane looked at her naked sister, Gemma, perched on top of the big black man’s lap, skin aglow under the studio lights. She’d seen her sister naked, of course, but … this was different. She was … sexy, beautiful even, as she sat there, grinning wickedly at her. What the hell was going on?
“Mother, what’s going on? I’ve been backstage for ages in the green room. The men said I wasn’t allowed to watch what was going on…”
“Oh Jane, Jane,” Kirsty said, tears still smearing her make-up and coating her face. “Don’t worry, I’m here now… don’t listen to them, please… just listen to me…”
“We’re all talking about how amazing black men are, Janey,” Gemma said. She seemed so confident, not like Gemma at all. Jane raised an eyebrow at her sister.
“What do you mean, amazing?”
“Like… their cocks! Their big, fat cocks, Jane!”
“What? This is a joke, right?” Jane was beyond confused now.
“Jane, stop, don’t let them… we need to get out of here…” Kirsty was saying, but Jane wanted to know what was happening.
“Mother, please, I’ve been in that bloody room for ages now, I just want to know why … and why I had to wear this outfit!”
Jane looked down at herself, indicating the clothes she was wearing. Her legs were partially covered by knee-length white socks, conservative schoolgirl shoes on her feet, shiny buckles and all. Her coal grey skirt was short and showed her soft, smooth thighs above the socks. Her shirt was short-sleeved and buttoned up only half-way, her breasts pushing against the material as it clung to her frame somewhat. Over her shoulder was a dark brown leather satchel and her hair was done up in pigtails. She looked every bit the innocent school girl … something the men in the studio appreciated and, equally, something that horrified her mother. She knew precisely why she was dressed like that …
“Janey, no, listen to me… they want… they… come on, we need to go,” Kirsty said. On unsteady feet, she stood… or tried to stand, her mother’s hands pushing her back down into her seat. She looked up at her mother, pleadingly, but she just shook her head.
“No, Kirsty,” she said. “I can see it in your eyes, you know… you’re not going anywhere yet. You’ll thank me later, I promise.”
“But… Jane… I, we can’t…”
“If she wants to, she will,” Margaret said, smiling lovingly at her ********. “Please, trust me.”
“I still don’t know what’s going on,” Jane said, hands on her hips now. “Why my sister is naked on bloody TV, why I’m dressed like this, why my whole ****** is here, who these men are…”
“Jane, darling, you are the most important person here for your mother,” Mbengwi said, leaning around Gemma’s petite frame to address her sister. “You hold the key to your mother’s... hmm, how shall I put this?”
“To her cunt!” Gemma shouted, giggling.
Jane’s eyes goggled in her head. Had Gemma really just said that?
“Ahem, well, yes, that’s one way to put it,” Mbengwi chuckled. “We need you, Jane, to be the final piece of the jigsaw, to show to your mother that any woman is susceptible…”
“To what?”
“To black cock, silly!” Gemma laughed again, wiggling her posterior on Mbengwi’s lap again.
“Gemma, what are you talking about? Black cock? Are you high? Are you … holy FUCK!”
Gemma had spread her, exposing her dripping wet pussy to her sister, and reached between her legs. She had then unzipped Mbengwi’s pants and pulled out his massive prick, gripping the base as tightly as she could, almost drooling at the sight of it.
“Because of this, Janey,” Gemma said. “This is why you are here, Janey… to get fucked by a black man… and that, in turn, will make our dear, sweet mother, give in and get fucked like the fucking slut we all know is hiding deep inside her!”
“Would you like to touch my cock, Jane?” Mbengwi said as Jane’s eyes locked onto the enormous member sprouting from between his legs. “Why don’t you put your hand above your sister’s? Hold me together, I’d love to see that. Two beautiful sisters holding my dick at the same time … it doesn’t get much better than that… except maybe if their mother was to hold it too…”
“Jane, don’t!” Kirsty whimpered as she watched her last remaining “unspoiled” relative stare agog at the massive prick. It was all she could do herself not to look at it again.
“My God…” Jane said, eyes locked on the penis in Gemma’s hand. “I’ve… it’s so big…”
“It feels so good inside you, Jane,” Gemma said. “Like nothing I can describe. You’ve got to try it, please, I just want to see it go into your body, stretch you out… oh fuck, that’ll be so hot!”
“You want… you want to see me have sex?” Jane looked stunned, but still she looked at the throbbing cock.
“Oh yes, it’s a funny thing, since being with Chancel and the other men, I’ve realised so much about sex that I didn’t know, that I felt was hidden away inside me. I just want to share it all with you, with mother, with all of our ******.”
“With all…?”
“I think it’s time, girls,” Mbengwi said, nodding. Jane felt someone moved around her left side and then Emily was in front of her. Her “aunt” of essentially the same age stood between Jane and Mbengwi’s cock, breaking its spell. Jane looked at her cousin, who was undoing the top button of her blouse.
“Jane, Jane, you’re looking so beautiful today, you know?” Emily said. “Good enough to eat…”
“Oh yes, she really is, isn’t she?” Alison said, moving around the other side to stand beside Emily. “I’d love to taste her myself…”
“What the…?” Jane mumbled, confused as all get out.
“Mmmm, yes, I think so,” Emily grinned and popped her top button open. Jane watched in horror as both her aunts started to strip off in front of her, tossing their tops aside and then slipping off their skirts. They stood in skimpy bras and panty combos, eyeing up their niece.
“What the hell are you doing?” Jane heard her mother, Kirsty, shout, but it was like her voice was in a different world to her. Jane’s world was the two semi-naked women in front of her.
“I think she likes you, Alison,” Emily giggled, running her hand over her sister’s flat stomach.
“Oh, I think she likes you too,” Alison replied, squeezing Emily’s left breast. “Do you like us, Jane? Do you?”
“I… I don’t…” Jane gulped, no idea what to say.
“Maybe she’d like us more if we were naked?” Emily asked, reaching behind herself and unhooking her bra. Jane whimpered as her ‘aunt’ revealed her small, perfectly formed tits, followed swiftly by Alison’s more ample bosom. She felt her pussy quiver with excitement.
Next came the panties, tossed aside without a care in the world. Jane just stared at her aunts. This wasn’t happening, it was just a feverish dream… a vision of some weird…
The two women began to kiss passionately, hands rubbing up and down each other’s naked bodies, tongues entwined, groans of pleasure emanating from both of them.
“Oh my God…” Jane said as she watched, completely entranced. Her mother was shouting, but she didn’t know what she was saying. Emily broke the kiss at last, Alison continuing to smooch her neck and chest.
“You want to join in, Janey?” Emily said, reaching a hand out to her cousin. “Don’t worry, we won’t bite… unless you want us to.”
Jane took her hand without thinking… but resisted. She was still in shock, failing to understand what was going on here in this bizarre new reality she seemed to exist in where her whole ****** had turned into unadulterated sluts.
Not her mother, though. She hadn’t…
“Mother… I don’t know... I don’t understand…”
“Hush, child,” Chloe said, appearing at Jane’s shoulder. “We all love you, you know… all of us. All your aunts, your sister, your grandmother… your mother does too… and we want you to be with us. To experience what we experience… we want to share everything with you… our bodies too.”
Jane suddenly realised that Chloe was naked too. She could feel her bullet hard nipples pressing against her back, her sizeable breasts squashed against her. One of Chloe’s hands snaked up and gently turned Jane’s head to face her. Their lips were inching closer together… slowly, Jane closed her eyes, letting herself melt into her aunt’s arms…
… and then their lips met. Gently at first, but with Jane’s passion unleashed, she kissed her aunt forcefully after mere seconds, her hand on the back of Chloe’s head, pressing their mouths hard together, tongues circling each other. Somewhere she heard her mother cry out… but she didn’t care now.
The kiss was broken and she opened her eyes to see Emily and Alison pressing against her. Emily’s lips met Jane’s then Alison’s found her neck while Chloe reached around and grabbed the young girl’s breast through her shirt. Jane let out a long, low moan of pleasure as her aunts crushed her between them.
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Kirsty had attempted to get free of her mother, but another hand, a huge black one, had clamped down on her shoulder and kept her rooted to her seat. Jane was in the middle of her three aunts in a scene Kirsty had never expected to see - her own ****** openly engaging in ****** live on television. The mere idea was ghastly beyond belief…
...so why was her pussy going crazy? Kirsty’s cheeks were red with shame as she realised the sight of her ******** kissing her sisters was turning her on so much. It was beyond sick… but Kirsty couldn’t help it. She was horny as hell…
“So sexy…” her mother whispered in her ear. “If I wasn’t with you, dear, I’d be over there too. Your ******** is a sweet, sweet girl… both of them are… but I’ve already had Gemma’s pleasure… Jane’s still ripe for the plucking…”
“My God, you… Gemma…?”
“Oh yes, we all have,” Margaret grinned. “She said herself, she sees things differently now, has awoken like all of us… sex isn’t just vanilla, it’s all sorts of flavours… and your ********’s flavour is exquisite…”
Kirsty didn’t think this evening could get any worse, but it just had. Her sisters… her mother… having lesbian sex with her ********? It was the stuff of nightmares and Kirsty wanted to slap herself hard in the face for finding it so utterly erotic. Images of her ********, naked and spread, her mother’s face buried in her juicy pussy … her ass being reamed by Chloe… burying her own face in Alison’s cunt…
“Oh God… why is this happening?” Kirsty wailed. “Please… not Jane… stop them, please, mother… don’t take Jane from me too…”
“Take her…? Kirsty, this is all about bringing us closer together, all of this… we’ve never been closer. I live with Emily now and Chloe, Alison will be moving to the city soon to be with us… and I want Gemma, Jane and you to do the same. I want us all to be together, Kirsty. A ******. One that shares everything, our bodies and our lovers. It’s glorious, Kirsty, can’t you see?”
“No, it’s wrong!” Kirsty said, weakly. “It’s … wrong.”
“Then why are you so turned on by it?”
Kirsty looked up sharply, but didn’t deny it. She looked at Gemma and saw that Mbengwi was literally fucking her ******** now, his enormous cock thrusting powerfully up into Gemma’s obscenely stretched pussy. Kirsty couldn’t help but be impressed that her petite ******** was taking such a monstrous phallus all the way to the balls with each stroke. She was leaning back against him, her head turned and her lips locked with his.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Margaret said. “I wish I was her age again, my whole life ahead of me, all the black cocks I could have taken inside me all those years… Kirsty, please, this is your chance. You’ve denied yourself for so long… please, let yourself experience this tonight. Let a black man fuck you…”
“I can’t… I won’t…” Kirsty said, but it was obvious the sights and sounds of tonight were having an effect. She was breathing heavily, her face flushed. She was hornier than ever before.
“Then I guess it’s time for Jane to be the next Gerrard to be converted…” Margaret said, standing up and patting her ********’s shoulder. “Such a shame, Kirsty… I really think you, out of all of us, would be the most natural black cock whore. Oh well…”
Kirsty watched as her mother walked over to Jane and her sisters. Words were exchanged and Jane smiled, nodding her head. All the women turned to Tom Watkins, who had been waiting patiently in his chair, his own rock solid phallus proud and erect. He grinned wolfishly, slipping a look of triumph at Kirsty, before standing and walking towards Jane.
“It would be my honour to deflower you, Jane,” Watkins said. “Especially in front of your stone cold mother. Look at her, she’s so turned on and she won’t admit it… she actually wants to watch you take my big cock, she just can’t say the words.”
“Mother… do you really?” Jane said. “Do you want to see me get fucked?”
Kirsty was mute, unable to reply. It was all she could do to restrain herself, but someone had to. Jane looked down at Watkins’ cock and gulped. It was one thing being with women but this… this was so big… it would hurt her, surely?
“Mother… I’m scared,” she said. “I don’t know…”
“Too late, girl,” Watkins said, grabbing her hair. “Time to lose that virginity…”
He pushed Jane to the ground on all fours and slapped her ass hard, leaving a red mark on her soft, perfectly white cheek.
“Oh fuck yeah, that ass is just begging to be split open,” Watkins said. “How about it, mother? You think her little asshole should take my cock first? Maybe I’ll take both her holes tonight, one after the other… fuck her pussy, break her hymen… then slip out and ram myself up her ass?”
Jane whimpered, but did nothing. She was scared, but it was what she wanted. At the party such a short time ago, she’d wondered what the special moment or man would be like… and now it was here. This black men with his massive tool… he would be the one to turn her into a woman.
But suddenly, Kirsty stood.
“No! NO!” she shouted. All eyes turned to her. “I won’t let you…”
Kirsty took a deep breath.
“Fuck me instead… leave my baby out of this. I’ll play your sick game, I’ll take your ‘practical test’ just to stop this madness. You just promise you won’t force my ******** to do this… right? Promise and I’ll let you do what you want to me…”
Watkins grinned.
“Promise,” he said. “But… I believe it was Professor Mbengwi who has the honour of turning you into a slut, Kirsty…”
She looked at Mbengwi, who had removed himself from an obviously disappointed Gemma and was now walking across the stage to Kirsty, that smug grin on his face once more.
“I will let him … do it to me… but I’ll have the last laugh… I won’t turn, I won’t become a slut or a whore… I will take your test and you will be the ones eating your words. You hear me? I won’t become a black cock slut!”
Watkins just grinned and stepped back, cock still stiff as rock. Jane got back to her feet and, before she could move anywhere else, Watkins took her by the arm and pulled her to him. Facing her mother, she looked so small up against the tall man’s muscular frame and she gave a little yelp as the enormous cock was trapped against her back. She could feel it throbbing away against her skin, making her pussy quiver with excitement. Her eyes, though, were fixed on her mother. Mbengwi was in front of her now, cock pointing right at Kirsty, and she was doing her best to ignore it.
“Let’s just get this over with,” she said, arms crossed. Mbengwi smiled and turned her around. She shuddered as he pulled her skirt down over her hips, kicking it away as she bent over, hands braced on the armrests of her chair. Her legs were spread slightly and she took a deep breath as she felt his fingers hook inside the waistband of her knickers, tugging them down.
“For an ice queen, her pussy has sure melted a lot,” she heard Watkins laugh as her immaculately trimmed pussy was exposed. She may not have been intimate with anyone for many years, but she was always meticulous about her appearance, especially as one of her few pleasures was enjoying sunbathing on sunny beaches abroad.
“Looks like I won’t be needing as much lube as I thought I might,” Mbengwi said. “She looks plenty wet enough already.”
Kirsty gave a little yelp of her own as she suddenly felt the head of his cock touch her pussy. She tried to blot out everything except the thought that this was for Jane, she was doing this to stop this charade from continuing…
...but she couldn’t help thinking that it wasn’t for her. It was her acceptable way of screaming out that yes, she wanted to join in. She wanted to get fucked by these big cocks… that she wanted to be a slut too. As her mind tore itself apart between such powerful conflicting thoughts, he pressed hard and in the head went.
“Holy… fucking… nnnnnnnghh!” Kirsty blurted out, unable to contain herself. It was so big and she was so unused to penetration. She grimaced as he held himself there.
“Feel good, Professor?” Watkins said.
“No!” Kirsty growled. “It hurts… like I knew it would…”
“I’ll be gentle,” Mbengwi said, surprising her. She’d expected him to use this moment to exert his dominance, to make her his or some other nonsense. She hadn’t thought he’d be sensitive like this. Imperceptibly, unconsciously, she moved her legs apart a bit more. She felt the pressure again and more of him slipped inside her. She prepared herself for the pain … but it wasn’t pain this time, it was pleasure that coursed through her. She’d anticipated this - even she couldn’t deny sex was pleasurable…
...but it wasn’t meant to feel quite so good after such a short time. She gripped the chair arms tight and let out a little gasp as he pushed more in again.
“Ooooh!” she groaned, unable to stop herself. Mbengwi, unseen by her, turned his head and nodded to Watkins. Inside Kirsty, those feelings that had been stirring all night were finally coming out into the open. Her body was tingling now as she felt things she’d never felt before … and she hadn’t even begun to have proper sex yet. This was just the first push!
More and more cock disappeared into her body and Kirsty was finding it easier and easier to accommodate him. Her legs, too, were spread wider than before, his hands on her hips holding her steady as she leaned further over the chair, knuckles white as she gripped the armrests.
“Nearly there… nearly there… alright, I’m completely in you now, Professor Gerrard,” Mbengwi said and she felt his balls pressing against her. My God, she had every inch of that beast inside her… how did that happen? How had she managed that? Why did it feel so good? This wasn’t like it had been with Gemma and Jane’s father… this was… different…
“I’m going to fuck you now, Kirsty,” Mbengwi said. “And then… you will beg me to cum inside you. You will beg Tom Watkins over there to fuck you as soon as I am done. And then…”
Kirsty whimpered, knowing what was coming.
“...you will beg us both to fuck Jane too.”
“No… I won’t… I aahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! AH FUCK! AH FUCKING CHRIST!”
Kirsty screamed as Mbengwi pulled almost his entire length out and then pushed it all back in again. She screamed over and over as he began to fuck her cunt hard, thrust after thrust slamming into her body. And she came. She came like a woman who’d denied herself orgasm for nearly two decades would come, 18 years of pent-up sexual frustration exploding inside her mere seconds after she had started to have sex with this man.
“Oh my God! Yes! YES! FUCK YES!” she screamed again and again as he drove into her, the end of his cock hammering into her cervix with each brutal lunge. She felt her pussy contract violently as a second orgasm erupted inside her. This was unbelievable, everything she was feeling was beyond her understanding. This wasn’t just good sex, this was mind-boggling, mind-alteringly fucking awesome sex… and she’d only just started.
She felt the chair being pulled away and she sank to her knees, on all fours now. Mbengwi didn’t miss a beat, following her down and continuing to pummel her cunt with vicious strokes.
“On your knees like a fucking whore,” she heard Emily say. Kirsty looked up and saw her ****** surrounding her. They were all grinning at her debasement… and she found she was grinning too… grinning through tears of purest joy.
“Look at the slut,” Alison laughed. “She fought so hard… and now she’s fucking cumming on that black dick.”
“Yes! I am! I’m cumming… OH HOLY FUCKING GOD IN HEAVEN!”
Astonishingly, she came a third time, pussy spasming like crazy. She clawed at the floor of the studio helplessly as so many of her muscles contracted as the pleasure almost literally blew her mind.
“Oh fuck… it’s so good… I can’t believe it… so fucking good,” she gasped breathlessly. “I … take back… everything… fucking lies… black men… incredible! Just… fuck me… harder, please… I want… more… never stop…”
Words tumbled from her mouth as Mbengwi continued to fuck her. Her career was in ruins, but she cared not a jot. All she cared about now was the cock inside her and how it made her feel.
No, there was something else she cared about. She looked up and saw Jane and Watkins there. She laughed through tear-filled eyes at her ********.
“Janey… Jane… I love you so much… and I want to watch you get fucked by that fucking black stud… right now, in front of me! Spread my fucking ******** wide and take her virginity… PLEASE!”
“No,” Jane said. Watkins looked stunned for the first time. Kirsty was confused. Everything seemed to stop for a second.
“No, I don’t want him to take my virginity…” Jane said, grinning. “I want BOTH of them to take my fucking virginity. Both of them in my fucking pussy at once. I want two black cocks to break my hymen at the same time!”
Kirsty - and the other people in the studio - all stared at Jane in awe. Had she just said that? Her first sexual experience … with two cocks in her pussy at once? Mbengwi stopped.
“Yes, it will be so, my dear… but I must deal with your mother…”
“I’ll fuck one of the men in the studio then. Any of them will do. I just want to get fucked like my mother and my ******. I want to be a fucking black cock slut too.”
“Oh yes, oh darling Jane,” Margaret said from beside her. “You make us all so happy!”
“Fuck yeah, you go, girl!” Emily laughed. Jane turned and saw her sister, Gemma, still naked, a look of love and respect on her face.
“Jane… wow… can you believe this is happening?” They both looked down at their mother, on her hands and knees, Mbengwi fucking her once again.
“No, but I’m sure glad it is… and Gemma?”
“Yes?”
“I want you to play with my clit while they fuck me,” she grinned.
“Oh wow… yes, yes, of course… this is so totally awesome.”
“Then let’s do it. Mr Watkins… you going to fuck me now or do I have to find some other stud to do it for me?”
Watkins looked towards one of the cameramen and he nodded back to him, abandoning his post and stepping forward, already in the process of unbuckling his pants and unleashing a huge penis easily as big as Watkins’. Jane eyed it greedily.
Watkins dragged her, the other man following, to his announcer’s chair, sitting in it. He watched, stroking his cock, as Jane disrobed, eager to remove her garments and get down to the serious business at hand. Seconds later, she too was naked, her pussy literally dripping wet. She straddled him and, without warning, pushed his massive cock into her teen pussy. She screeched and her legs quivered as he entered her, stretching her easily.
“Damn, you are very, very tight, girl… you still think you can take two brothers at once?”
“I will… I promise… I have to!” she gasped, feeling the pressure of his cock against her hymen, her legs faltering but still braced enough to prevent her sliding down further on his shaft. Watkins wasn’t helping her stay up either, enjoying watching her struggles to preserve her virginity long enough for a second man to enter her body.
This second man was positioning himself behind her and she looked over her shoulder at him. He wasn’t particularly attractive, but she didn’t care - it was his cock she was interested in, nothing else. There it was, at the entrance to her pussy, already stuffed full… and yet she wanted more. So much more.
“Do it,” she growled. “Don’t let me stop you… I want you both in me… then… when I say… bust my fucking hymen up and fuck me like I stole something!”
“Fuck, this girl’s crazy!” The cameraman exclaimed.
“Crazy good, I think,” Watkins chuckled. “Don’t disappoint her, let’s do this.”
Jane let out a shriek as the man tried to enter her pussy. She felt her cunt trying to expand, but it was difficult. It had never opened this much before and now she was asking it to go beyond anything she had previously imagined.
“You can do it!” Gemma said, Jane opening her eyes to see her sister standing there, a look of love on her face. “I know you can. You were always the stronger twin, Jane… I know you can do this!”
Jane felt tears in her eyes. She’d never felt so close to her sister as she did right that moment. She felt the man pressing again… and again… and there, the head slid in alongside Watkins’, two cocks in her pussy at once. As she screamed, he wasted no time, pushing in harder until he too was at her hymen.
“Now!” Watkins shouted and the two men thrust up into her body at the same time, taking her virginity. She screamed her lungs out, but it wasn’t purely from pain - it was from the earth-shattering orgasm that now blazed inside her as both men began to fuck her wildly, both lost in their own lust as they slammed this young girl’s cunt with all they had. This was no time for sensitivity - this girl wanted it hard and they were going to give it to her hard.
Jane felt Gemma’s hands on her face and then her lips on her’s. Through her orgasm, she kissed her sister passionately. She had forgotten to play her part, to strum her clit as she’d promised… but Jane didn’t care. She was feeling good enough as it was!
And as the men fucked her in that chair, she came a second time, pushing her laughing sister away as she screamed her lungs out once more. When she came down, she saw more men in her field of view. Ten, twenty, thirty… the studio was filling with black males, all naked, all sporting cocks that she could only marvel at, even as two equally huge members pounded her cunt. Her relatives were swamped by black male flesh and soon each one was getting fucked in some form or other.
Her grandmother had one up her ass while stroking two more with her hands. Alison was on her knees, utterly surrounded by naked men, sucking and stroking and doing all in her power to please the cocks around. Emily was between two men, one cock in her pussy and one up her butt, being fucked while held in the air. Kirsty was on her back, legs in the air, Mbengwi introducing her to the joys of anal sex. Jane felt proud of her mother and vowed that the next men inside her would take her ass too.
Gemma had been dragged away, more men than Jane could count enveloping her, hands everywhere. Gemma was being fucked from behind while a hand stroked her clit. She was obviously on the verge of orgasm herself.
As Jane felt that same incredible surge of pleasure return, a second blisteringly powerful climax threatening to overpower her, she began to weep with joy. Nothing could be more perfect than this moment for her … except it could. She felt both men tense inside her … and as she came, they both did too, injecting her with two massive loads of hot, glorious sperm, filling her womb with their seed.
And at that moment, Jane knew. She knew she was pregnant. And she cried out with joy as the mere thought of this made her climax again.
“Mother, what’s going on? I’ve been backstage for ages in the green room. The men said I wasn’t allowed to watch what was going on…”
“Oh Jane, Jane,” Kirsty said, tears still smearing her make-up and coating her face. “Don’t worry, I’m here now… don’t listen to them, please… just listen to me…”
“We’re all talking about how amazing black men are, Janey,” Gemma said. She seemed so confident, not like Gemma at all. Jane raised an eyebrow at her sister.
“What do you mean, amazing?”
“Like… their cocks! Their big, fat cocks, Jane!”
“What? This is a joke, right?” Jane was beyond confused now.
“Jane, stop, don’t let them… we need to get out of here…” Kirsty was saying, but Jane wanted to know what was happening.
“Mother, please, I’ve been in that bloody room for ages now, I just want to know why … and why I had to wear this outfit!”
Jane looked down at herself, indicating the clothes she was wearing. Her legs were partially covered by knee-length white socks, conservative schoolgirl shoes on her feet, shiny buckles and all. Her coal grey skirt was short and showed her soft, smooth thighs above the socks. Her shirt was short-sleeved and buttoned up only half-way, her breasts pushing against the material as it clung to her frame somewhat. Over her shoulder was a dark brown leather satchel and her hair was done up in pigtails. She looked every bit the innocent school girl … something the men in the studio appreciated and, equally, something that horrified her mother. She knew precisely why she was dressed like that …
“Janey, no, listen to me… they want… they… come on, we need to go,” Kirsty said. On unsteady feet, she stood… or tried to stand, her mother’s hands pushing her back down into her seat. She looked up at her mother, pleadingly, but she just shook her head.
“No, Kirsty,” she said. “I can see it in your eyes, you know… you’re not going anywhere yet. You’ll thank me later, I promise.”
“But… Jane… I, we can’t…”
“If she wants to, she will,” Margaret said, smiling lovingly at her ********. “Please, trust me.”
“I still don’t know what’s going on,” Jane said, hands on her hips now. “Why my sister is naked on bloody TV, why I’m dressed like this, why my whole ****** is here, who these men are…”
“Jane, darling, you are the most important person here for your mother,” Mbengwi said, leaning around Gemma’s petite frame to address her sister. “You hold the key to your mother’s... hmm, how shall I put this?”
“To her cunt!” Gemma shouted, giggling.
Jane’s eyes goggled in her head. Had Gemma really just said that?
“Ahem, well, yes, that’s one way to put it,” Mbengwi chuckled. “We need you, Jane, to be the final piece of the jigsaw, to show to your mother that any woman is susceptible…”
“To what?”
“To black cock, silly!” Gemma laughed again, wiggling her posterior on Mbengwi’s lap again.
“Gemma, what are you talking about? Black cock? Are you high? Are you … holy FUCK!”
Gemma had spread her, exposing her dripping wet pussy to her sister, and reached between her legs. She had then unzipped Mbengwi’s pants and pulled out his massive prick, gripping the base as tightly as she could, almost drooling at the sight of it.
“Because of this, Janey,” Gemma said. “This is why you are here, Janey… to get fucked by a black man… and that, in turn, will make our dear, sweet mother, give in and get fucked like the fucking slut we all know is hiding deep inside her!”
“Would you like to touch my cock, Jane?” Mbengwi said as Jane’s eyes locked onto the enormous member sprouting from between his legs. “Why don’t you put your hand above your sister’s? Hold me together, I’d love to see that. Two beautiful sisters holding my dick at the same time … it doesn’t get much better than that… except maybe if their mother was to hold it too…”
“Jane, don’t!” Kirsty whimpered as she watched her last remaining “unspoiled” relative stare agog at the massive prick. It was all she could do herself not to look at it again.
“My God…” Jane said, eyes locked on the penis in Gemma’s hand. “I’ve… it’s so big…”
“It feels so good inside you, Jane,” Gemma said. “Like nothing I can describe. You’ve got to try it, please, I just want to see it go into your body, stretch you out… oh fuck, that’ll be so hot!”
“You want… you want to see me have sex?” Jane looked stunned, but still she looked at the throbbing cock.
“Oh yes, it’s a funny thing, since being with Chancel and the other men, I’ve realised so much about sex that I didn’t know, that I felt was hidden away inside me. I just want to share it all with you, with mother, with all of our ******.”
“With all…?”
“I think it’s time, girls,” Mbengwi said, nodding. Jane felt someone moved around her left side and then Emily was in front of her. Her “aunt” of essentially the same age stood between Jane and Mbengwi’s cock, breaking its spell. Jane looked at her cousin, who was undoing the top button of her blouse.
“Jane, Jane, you’re looking so beautiful today, you know?” Emily said. “Good enough to eat…”
“Oh yes, she really is, isn’t she?” Alison said, moving around the other side to stand beside Emily. “I’d love to taste her myself…”
“What the…?” Jane mumbled, confused as all get out.
“Mmmm, yes, I think so,” Emily grinned and popped her top button open. Jane watched in horror as both her aunts started to strip off in front of her, tossing their tops aside and then slipping off their skirts. They stood in skimpy bras and panty combos, eyeing up their niece.
“What the hell are you doing?” Jane heard her mother, Kirsty, shout, but it was like her voice was in a different world to her. Jane’s world was the two semi-naked women in front of her.
“I think she likes you, Alison,” Emily giggled, running her hand over her sister’s flat stomach.
“Oh, I think she likes you too,” Alison replied, squeezing Emily’s left breast. “Do you like us, Jane? Do you?”
“I… I don’t…” Jane gulped, no idea what to say.
“Maybe she’d like us more if we were naked?” Emily asked, reaching behind herself and unhooking her bra. Jane whimpered as her ‘aunt’ revealed her small, perfectly formed tits, followed swiftly by Alison’s more ample bosom. She felt her pussy quiver with excitement.
Next came the panties, tossed aside without a care in the world. Jane just stared at her aunts. This wasn’t happening, it was just a feverish dream… a vision of some weird…
The two women began to kiss passionately, hands rubbing up and down each other’s naked bodies, tongues entwined, groans of pleasure emanating from both of them.
“Oh my God…” Jane said as she watched, completely entranced. Her mother was shouting, but she didn’t know what she was saying. Emily broke the kiss at last, Alison continuing to smooch her neck and chest.
“You want to join in, Janey?” Emily said, reaching a hand out to her cousin. “Don’t worry, we won’t bite… unless you want us to.”
Jane took her hand without thinking… but resisted. She was still in shock, failing to understand what was going on here in this bizarre new reality she seemed to exist in where her whole ****** had turned into unadulterated sluts.
Not her mother, though. She hadn’t…
“Mother… I don’t know... I don’t understand…”
“Hush, child,” Chloe said, appearing at Jane’s shoulder. “We all love you, you know… all of us. All your aunts, your sister, your grandmother… your mother does too… and we want you to be with us. To experience what we experience… we want to share everything with you… our bodies too.”
Jane suddenly realised that Chloe was naked too. She could feel her bullet hard nipples pressing against her back, her sizeable breasts squashed against her. One of Chloe’s hands snaked up and gently turned Jane’s head to face her. Their lips were inching closer together… slowly, Jane closed her eyes, letting herself melt into her aunt’s arms…
… and then their lips met. Gently at first, but with Jane’s passion unleashed, she kissed her aunt forcefully after mere seconds, her hand on the back of Chloe’s head, pressing their mouths hard together, tongues circling each other. Somewhere she heard her mother cry out… but she didn’t care now.
The kiss was broken and she opened her eyes to see Emily and Alison pressing against her. Emily’s lips met Jane’s then Alison’s found her neck while Chloe reached around and grabbed the young girl’s breast through her shirt. Jane let out a long, low moan of pleasure as her aunts crushed her between them.
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Kirsty had attempted to get free of her mother, but another hand, a huge black one, had clamped down on her shoulder and kept her rooted to her seat. Jane was in the middle of her three aunts in a scene Kirsty had never expected to see - her own ****** openly engaging in ****** live on television. The mere idea was ghastly beyond belief…
...so why was her pussy going crazy? Kirsty’s cheeks were red with shame as she realised the sight of her ******** kissing her sisters was turning her on so much. It was beyond sick… but Kirsty couldn’t help it. She was horny as hell…
“So sexy…” her mother whispered in her ear. “If I wasn’t with you, dear, I’d be over there too. Your ******** is a sweet, sweet girl… both of them are… but I’ve already had Gemma’s pleasure… Jane’s still ripe for the plucking…”
“My God, you… Gemma…?”
“Oh yes, we all have,” Margaret grinned. “She said herself, she sees things differently now, has awoken like all of us… sex isn’t just vanilla, it’s all sorts of flavours… and your ********’s flavour is exquisite…”
Kirsty didn’t think this evening could get any worse, but it just had. Her sisters… her mother… having lesbian sex with her ********? It was the stuff of nightmares and Kirsty wanted to slap herself hard in the face for finding it so utterly erotic. Images of her ********, naked and spread, her mother’s face buried in her juicy pussy … her ass being reamed by Chloe… burying her own face in Alison’s cunt…
“Oh God… why is this happening?” Kirsty wailed. “Please… not Jane… stop them, please, mother… don’t take Jane from me too…”
“Take her…? Kirsty, this is all about bringing us closer together, all of this… we’ve never been closer. I live with Emily now and Chloe, Alison will be moving to the city soon to be with us… and I want Gemma, Jane and you to do the same. I want us all to be together, Kirsty. A ******. One that shares everything, our bodies and our lovers. It’s glorious, Kirsty, can’t you see?”
“No, it’s wrong!” Kirsty said, weakly. “It’s … wrong.”
“Then why are you so turned on by it?”
Kirsty looked up sharply, but didn’t deny it. She looked at Gemma and saw that Mbengwi was literally fucking her ******** now, his enormous cock thrusting powerfully up into Gemma’s obscenely stretched pussy. Kirsty couldn’t help but be impressed that her petite ******** was taking such a monstrous phallus all the way to the balls with each stroke. She was leaning back against him, her head turned and her lips locked with his.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Margaret said. “I wish I was her age again, my whole life ahead of me, all the black cocks I could have taken inside me all those years… Kirsty, please, this is your chance. You’ve denied yourself for so long… please, let yourself experience this tonight. Let a black man fuck you…”
“I can’t… I won’t…” Kirsty said, but it was obvious the sights and sounds of tonight were having an effect. She was breathing heavily, her face flushed. She was hornier than ever before.
“Then I guess it’s time for Jane to be the next Gerrard to be converted…” Margaret said, standing up and patting her ********’s shoulder. “Such a shame, Kirsty… I really think you, out of all of us, would be the most natural black cock whore. Oh well…”
Kirsty watched as her mother walked over to Jane and her sisters. Words were exchanged and Jane smiled, nodding her head. All the women turned to Tom Watkins, who had been waiting patiently in his chair, his own rock solid phallus proud and erect. He grinned wolfishly, slipping a look of triumph at Kirsty, before standing and walking towards Jane.
“It would be my honour to deflower you, Jane,” Watkins said. “Especially in front of your stone cold mother. Look at her, she’s so turned on and she won’t admit it… she actually wants to watch you take my big cock, she just can’t say the words.”
“Mother… do you really?” Jane said. “Do you want to see me get fucked?”
Kirsty was mute, unable to reply. It was all she could do to restrain herself, but someone had to. Jane looked down at Watkins’ cock and gulped. It was one thing being with women but this… this was so big… it would hurt her, surely?
“Mother… I’m scared,” she said. “I don’t know…”
“Too late, girl,” Watkins said, grabbing her hair. “Time to lose that virginity…”
He pushed Jane to the ground on all fours and slapped her ass hard, leaving a red mark on her soft, perfectly white cheek.
“Oh fuck yeah, that ass is just begging to be split open,” Watkins said. “How about it, mother? You think her little asshole should take my cock first? Maybe I’ll take both her holes tonight, one after the other… fuck her pussy, break her hymen… then slip out and ram myself up her ass?”
Jane whimpered, but did nothing. She was scared, but it was what she wanted. At the party such a short time ago, she’d wondered what the special moment or man would be like… and now it was here. This black men with his massive tool… he would be the one to turn her into a woman.
But suddenly, Kirsty stood.
“No! NO!” she shouted. All eyes turned to her. “I won’t let you…”
Kirsty took a deep breath.
“Fuck me instead… leave my baby out of this. I’ll play your sick game, I’ll take your ‘practical test’ just to stop this madness. You just promise you won’t force my ******** to do this… right? Promise and I’ll let you do what you want to me…”
Watkins grinned.
“Promise,” he said. “But… I believe it was Professor Mbengwi who has the honour of turning you into a slut, Kirsty…”
She looked at Mbengwi, who had removed himself from an obviously disappointed Gemma and was now walking across the stage to Kirsty, that smug grin on his face once more.
“I will let him … do it to me… but I’ll have the last laugh… I won’t turn, I won’t become a slut or a whore… I will take your test and you will be the ones eating your words. You hear me? I won’t become a black cock slut!”
Watkins just grinned and stepped back, cock still stiff as rock. Jane got back to her feet and, before she could move anywhere else, Watkins took her by the arm and pulled her to him. Facing her mother, she looked so small up against the tall man’s muscular frame and she gave a little yelp as the enormous cock was trapped against her back. She could feel it throbbing away against her skin, making her pussy quiver with excitement. Her eyes, though, were fixed on her mother. Mbengwi was in front of her now, cock pointing right at Kirsty, and she was doing her best to ignore it.
“Let’s just get this over with,” she said, arms crossed. Mbengwi smiled and turned her around. She shuddered as he pulled her skirt down over her hips, kicking it away as she bent over, hands braced on the armrests of her chair. Her legs were spread slightly and she took a deep breath as she felt his fingers hook inside the waistband of her knickers, tugging them down.
“For an ice queen, her pussy has sure melted a lot,” she heard Watkins laugh as her immaculately trimmed pussy was exposed. She may not have been intimate with anyone for many years, but she was always meticulous about her appearance, especially as one of her few pleasures was enjoying sunbathing on sunny beaches abroad.
“Looks like I won’t be needing as much lube as I thought I might,” Mbengwi said. “She looks plenty wet enough already.”
Kirsty gave a little yelp of her own as she suddenly felt the head of his cock touch her pussy. She tried to blot out everything except the thought that this was for Jane, she was doing this to stop this charade from continuing…
...but she couldn’t help thinking that it wasn’t for her. It was her acceptable way of screaming out that yes, she wanted to join in. She wanted to get fucked by these big cocks… that she wanted to be a slut too. As her mind tore itself apart between such powerful conflicting thoughts, he pressed hard and in the head went.
“Holy… fucking… nnnnnnnghh!” Kirsty blurted out, unable to contain herself. It was so big and she was so unused to penetration. She grimaced as he held himself there.
“Feel good, Professor?” Watkins said.
“No!” Kirsty growled. “It hurts… like I knew it would…”
“I’ll be gentle,” Mbengwi said, surprising her. She’d expected him to use this moment to exert his dominance, to make her his or some other nonsense. She hadn’t thought he’d be sensitive like this. Imperceptibly, unconsciously, she moved her legs apart a bit more. She felt the pressure again and more of him slipped inside her. She prepared herself for the pain … but it wasn’t pain this time, it was pleasure that coursed through her. She’d anticipated this - even she couldn’t deny sex was pleasurable…
...but it wasn’t meant to feel quite so good after such a short time. She gripped the chair arms tight and let out a little gasp as he pushed more in again.
“Ooooh!” she groaned, unable to stop herself. Mbengwi, unseen by her, turned his head and nodded to Watkins. Inside Kirsty, those feelings that had been stirring all night were finally coming out into the open. Her body was tingling now as she felt things she’d never felt before … and she hadn’t even begun to have proper sex yet. This was just the first push!
More and more cock disappeared into her body and Kirsty was finding it easier and easier to accommodate him. Her legs, too, were spread wider than before, his hands on her hips holding her steady as she leaned further over the chair, knuckles white as she gripped the armrests.
“Nearly there… nearly there… alright, I’m completely in you now, Professor Gerrard,” Mbengwi said and she felt his balls pressing against her. My God, she had every inch of that beast inside her… how did that happen? How had she managed that? Why did it feel so good? This wasn’t like it had been with Gemma and Jane’s father… this was… different…
“I’m going to fuck you now, Kirsty,” Mbengwi said. “And then… you will beg me to cum inside you. You will beg Tom Watkins over there to fuck you as soon as I am done. And then…”
Kirsty whimpered, knowing what was coming.
“...you will beg us both to fuck Jane too.”
“No… I won’t… I aahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! AH FUCK! AH FUCKING CHRIST!”
Kirsty screamed as Mbengwi pulled almost his entire length out and then pushed it all back in again. She screamed over and over as he began to fuck her cunt hard, thrust after thrust slamming into her body. And she came. She came like a woman who’d denied herself orgasm for nearly two decades would come, 18 years of pent-up sexual frustration exploding inside her mere seconds after she had started to have sex with this man.
“Oh my God! Yes! YES! FUCK YES!” she screamed again and again as he drove into her, the end of his cock hammering into her cervix with each brutal lunge. She felt her pussy contract violently as a second orgasm erupted inside her. This was unbelievable, everything she was feeling was beyond her understanding. This wasn’t just good sex, this was mind-boggling, mind-alteringly fucking awesome sex… and she’d only just started.
She felt the chair being pulled away and she sank to her knees, on all fours now. Mbengwi didn’t miss a beat, following her down and continuing to pummel her cunt with vicious strokes.
“On your knees like a fucking whore,” she heard Emily say. Kirsty looked up and saw her ****** surrounding her. They were all grinning at her debasement… and she found she was grinning too… grinning through tears of purest joy.
“Look at the slut,” Alison laughed. “She fought so hard… and now she’s fucking cumming on that black dick.”
“Yes! I am! I’m cumming… OH HOLY FUCKING GOD IN HEAVEN!”
Astonishingly, she came a third time, pussy spasming like crazy. She clawed at the floor of the studio helplessly as so many of her muscles contracted as the pleasure almost literally blew her mind.
“Oh fuck… it’s so good… I can’t believe it… so fucking good,” she gasped breathlessly. “I … take back… everything… fucking lies… black men… incredible! Just… fuck me… harder, please… I want… more… never stop…”
Words tumbled from her mouth as Mbengwi continued to fuck her. Her career was in ruins, but she cared not a jot. All she cared about now was the cock inside her and how it made her feel.
No, there was something else she cared about. She looked up and saw Jane and Watkins there. She laughed through tear-filled eyes at her ********.
“Janey… Jane… I love you so much… and I want to watch you get fucked by that fucking black stud… right now, in front of me! Spread my fucking ******** wide and take her virginity… PLEASE!”
“No,” Jane said. Watkins looked stunned for the first time. Kirsty was confused. Everything seemed to stop for a second.
“No, I don’t want him to take my virginity…” Jane said, grinning. “I want BOTH of them to take my fucking virginity. Both of them in my fucking pussy at once. I want two black cocks to break my hymen at the same time!”
Kirsty - and the other people in the studio - all stared at Jane in awe. Had she just said that? Her first sexual experience … with two cocks in her pussy at once? Mbengwi stopped.
“Yes, it will be so, my dear… but I must deal with your mother…”
“I’ll fuck one of the men in the studio then. Any of them will do. I just want to get fucked like my mother and my ******. I want to be a fucking black cock slut too.”
“Oh yes, oh darling Jane,” Margaret said from beside her. “You make us all so happy!”
“Fuck yeah, you go, girl!” Emily laughed. Jane turned and saw her sister, Gemma, still naked, a look of love and respect on her face.
“Jane… wow… can you believe this is happening?” They both looked down at their mother, on her hands and knees, Mbengwi fucking her once again.
“No, but I’m sure glad it is… and Gemma?”
“Yes?”
“I want you to play with my clit while they fuck me,” she grinned.
“Oh wow… yes, yes, of course… this is so totally awesome.”
“Then let’s do it. Mr Watkins… you going to fuck me now or do I have to find some other stud to do it for me?”
Watkins looked towards one of the cameramen and he nodded back to him, abandoning his post and stepping forward, already in the process of unbuckling his pants and unleashing a huge penis easily as big as Watkins’. Jane eyed it greedily.
Watkins dragged her, the other man following, to his announcer’s chair, sitting in it. He watched, stroking his cock, as Jane disrobed, eager to remove her garments and get down to the serious business at hand. Seconds later, she too was naked, her pussy literally dripping wet. She straddled him and, without warning, pushed his massive cock into her teen pussy. She screeched and her legs quivered as he entered her, stretching her easily.
“Damn, you are very, very tight, girl… you still think you can take two brothers at once?”
“I will… I promise… I have to!” she gasped, feeling the pressure of his cock against her hymen, her legs faltering but still braced enough to prevent her sliding down further on his shaft. Watkins wasn’t helping her stay up either, enjoying watching her struggles to preserve her virginity long enough for a second man to enter her body.
This second man was positioning himself behind her and she looked over her shoulder at him. He wasn’t particularly attractive, but she didn’t care - it was his cock she was interested in, nothing else. There it was, at the entrance to her pussy, already stuffed full… and yet she wanted more. So much more.
“Do it,” she growled. “Don’t let me stop you… I want you both in me… then… when I say… bust my fucking hymen up and fuck me like I stole something!”
“Fuck, this girl’s crazy!” The cameraman exclaimed.
“Crazy good, I think,” Watkins chuckled. “Don’t disappoint her, let’s do this.”
Jane let out a shriek as the man tried to enter her pussy. She felt her cunt trying to expand, but it was difficult. It had never opened this much before and now she was asking it to go beyond anything she had previously imagined.
“You can do it!” Gemma said, Jane opening her eyes to see her sister standing there, a look of love on her face. “I know you can. You were always the stronger twin, Jane… I know you can do this!”
Jane felt tears in her eyes. She’d never felt so close to her sister as she did right that moment. She felt the man pressing again… and again… and there, the head slid in alongside Watkins’, two cocks in her pussy at once. As she screamed, he wasted no time, pushing in harder until he too was at her hymen.
“Now!” Watkins shouted and the two men thrust up into her body at the same time, taking her virginity. She screamed her lungs out, but it wasn’t purely from pain - it was from the earth-shattering orgasm that now blazed inside her as both men began to fuck her wildly, both lost in their own lust as they slammed this young girl’s cunt with all they had. This was no time for sensitivity - this girl wanted it hard and they were going to give it to her hard.
Jane felt Gemma’s hands on her face and then her lips on her’s. Through her orgasm, she kissed her sister passionately. She had forgotten to play her part, to strum her clit as she’d promised… but Jane didn’t care. She was feeling good enough as it was!
And as the men fucked her in that chair, she came a second time, pushing her laughing sister away as she screamed her lungs out once more. When she came down, she saw more men in her field of view. Ten, twenty, thirty… the studio was filling with black males, all naked, all sporting cocks that she could only marvel at, even as two equally huge members pounded her cunt. Her relatives were swamped by black male flesh and soon each one was getting fucked in some form or other.
Her grandmother had one up her ass while stroking two more with her hands. Alison was on her knees, utterly surrounded by naked men, sucking and stroking and doing all in her power to please the cocks around. Emily was between two men, one cock in her pussy and one up her butt, being fucked while held in the air. Kirsty was on her back, legs in the air, Mbengwi introducing her to the joys of anal sex. Jane felt proud of her mother and vowed that the next men inside her would take her ass too.
Gemma had been dragged away, more men than Jane could count enveloping her, hands everywhere. Gemma was being fucked from behind while a hand stroked her clit. She was obviously on the verge of orgasm herself.
As Jane felt that same incredible surge of pleasure return, a second blisteringly powerful climax threatening to overpower her, she began to weep with joy. Nothing could be more perfect than this moment for her … except it could. She felt both men tense inside her … and as she came, they both did too, injecting her with two massive loads of hot, glorious sperm, filling her womb with their seed.
And at that moment, Jane knew. She knew she was pregnant. And she cried out with joy as the mere thought of this made her climax again.
