"Oh fuck, I'm such a dirty slut!" Exclaimed Terry as he stepped into the shower next to me and began lathering himself up. I grinned at him. "But I don't hold a candle to you." He added. We had just had our first bukkake gang bang and we were both feeling wonderfully dirty and very, very well fucked. I glanced down at his petite, smooth body as he rubbed his hands all over himself.
"Panties feel good all wet, don't they." I said. "Oh God yeah, they just feel incredible, so sexy." Terry replied. I was referring to the lacy panties, stockings and garters we were both wearing. I'd also had a bra at the beginning of the party but it had got torn off at some point during the proceedings and I hadn't seen it since. I was reveling in the feeling of the black, lacy lingerie as it clung to my wet skin, and the sight of my hard cock as it strained against the sheer material. Terry began to peel his panties off and I did the same, bending over and wriggling out of them.
"You know, you look like a woman from behind." Terry commented, grinning. "Screw you bitch." I replied and we both laughed. As horny as we were, neither of us was tempted to touch the other as we stripped off the sweat and cum soaked lingerie and let it drop to the shower floor. Terry and I didn't like each other that way. We didn't like young twinks, as I suppose you could call us. We liked older men. Big, rough, burly, hairy men. And we'd both gotten a butt load of them during the past couple of hours. I, unlike Terry also liked women, but that's neither here nor there right now.
The bukkake party had been arranged by my own father, who'd been fucking me for some weeks. I won't go into it, it's a long story. I'll just say that fathers and sons, mothers and daughters and any variation you can imagine having sex had become something I was quite blaze' about. You couldn't live in the same house with my horny, kinky family and not be.
My dad had arranged for some of his pals to come over when my mother and sister had gone out for a day's shopping. He said he didn't want them around because they would have insisted on joining in and he wanted it to be boys only. He was planning to record the event and sell copies, and apparently there wasn't as big a market for bi gang bangs as there was for straight or gay. So the guys came over in the afternoon a few minutes after Mum and Jacki had left, and that's when I was introduced to Terry. He was the nephew of one of they guys. Dad said he was an eager little slut like me so they'd let him come. I was jealous at first, I wanted these five men to myself, but we got along like a house on fire and I realized as we all got undressed and Terry and I slipped into our brand new lingerie, that there would be plenty of meat for both of us. As it turned out Terry spent most of the time riding his uncle, a fifty two year old guy who, despite his age kept Terry bucking, writhing and wailing for what seemed like an hour. I took turns getting spit-roasted by the other four, one fucking my face, another my ass. Henry, my dad, worked one camera and the guys passed a second one around between them. After half an hour or so of fucking and sucking the guys were ready to explode. Henry had Terry and I kneel on the floor and the guys surrounded us and jacked all over our upturned, beaming faces.
The DVD is selling quite well I'm told.
This all came about when my dad met a Canadian called Bill who was over here with his family visiting relatives, or some such. Apparently his wife and son were all at it together so dad found he had a bit of a soul mate in Bill. I didn't know any of this until about a week before the gang bang shoot when I met Bill at a party. I don't know where he had met my dad but once they got talking they started hatching all sorts of plans for me. Bill shot amateur videos of his wife and son, and Dad had recently bought a new digital cam so they hatched a plot to do some fucking and to film it and make a pile of cash.
I met Bill for the first time one Saturday night when my friends dragged me to a party. I usually hate parties, too noisy and I always feel sort of self conscious. But this one, I had to admit, wasn't bad. One of my mate's parents were having a little get together, so most of the people there were older than me. I liked that because I tend to get on better with older people. By 7:00 that night the little house was packed with a rowdy and friendly crowd. I found a spot near the buffet, I love a good sausage roll, and just tried stay out of the way while taking in the action around me. As usual, there were a few lovely young ladies, no doubt taken taken taken, one or two studdly guys who immediately zeroed in on the hottest girls and the obligatory thick throng of single guys who stood in sad little clusters here and there, beer in hand. I began to remember why I hated parties.
As I surveyed all this I noticed a couple of people in the far corner of the room near the keg. There was a man, big, kind of rough looking wearing a red and black checked flannel shirt and jeans. He looked like a lumber jack. I noticed him because he kept looking over at me. The woman next to him was squat, very well built in the bust, not unattractive and with gorgeous raven black hair. She kept looking at me as well. I asked one of my friends if he knew who they were and was told they were Bill and Jannet, relatives of our host's, visiting from Canada. Seemed the guy actually was a lumber jack. I watched him and the next time he looked my way stared right back at him. He held my gaze and I felt a little thrill of excitement. I can't say I found him attractive, but I was turned on by the way he was looking at me. His wife was looking too, I find most women attractive in one way or another, but I tend to concentrate on men because experience has taught me woman are usually too hard to get, and I'm just not the type to chase them. My eyes drifted down to the woman's large breasts and I imagined myself sucking them, slapping them around playfully and burying my face between them. Then my gaze wandered to the man's crotch and I wondered how big his cock was. I realized they were both still looking at me and I turned away, slightly embarrassed.
As the evening wore on and the rowdiness and noise level went steadily up and up, I decided I needed a quiet place to sit down and maybe have a doobie. I headed down the hall and slipped into my friend's bedroom. I felt sure I'd find some party goers at it on his bed but the room was empty and blissfully quiet. I sat down on the edge of the bed and fumbled in my shirt pocket for the joint. It was then the door opened and the lumberjack guy, Bill, came in. He stood over me, looked at me for a second or two, then without a word opened his fly and pulled out his cock. My eyes bulged in amazement as he brandished his erect, throbbing member at me, then took two steps forward, put one hand behind my head and roughly shoved his cock into my mouth. Shocked, in a moment of mild panic I struggled and tried to pull away. I felt my mouth violated, invaded by the hot, hard meat. But Bill held me firmly behind my head and shoved himself into me harder and began pumping his hips, his cock slipping in and out of my mouth.
After a few seconds the initial shock subsided and I felt a surge of arousal course through me as my mouth got fucked. Instead of trying to pull away, I clung to the front of his jeans and began moaning as the heat began to swell from my own cock, up my body and sent my head spinning.
"Mmmmmm, mmmmmm, mmmmmm." I moaned.
"There, I knew you'd like it. I've heard all about you, you fucking little slut." Said Bill.
He grabbed my head in both hands now and began banging away with his hips. His cock pumped in and out of my mouth and I tried hard to hold on to it, sucking as hard as I could. My lips locked tight on his shaft and my cheeks collapsed as the suction pulled him into me. Occasionally his cock popped out, and my mouth opened wide as I desperately tried to take him back in. He chuckled at that, and teased me by grabbing his cock by the base and slapping my face with it. It felt heavy, weighty and hard. A big, heavy thing. I felt frustrated by being teased but I was enjoying the feeling of that big meat slapping my face. I opened my mouth wider and put my tongue out. Bill grabbed a handful of hair on the back of my head and pulled my face hard into his crotch, rubbing his big hairy ball sack on my face, grinding his hips and smearing his sack all over my face. I grinned up at him.
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