So much had changed in such a short while. Having been consumed by her hoard of young men, their Father's, neighbors, Christina Holly lost her reasoning. Her man Dixon at home was just not enough. Partying with him to a short degree by stocking up on his favorite beer, she let her boyfriend succumb to the alcohol. The drunker he was the more manageable he was. She knew that for a fact and used the advantage to support her newfound need for sex, and to give her young men everything they wanted from her whore ass. In a mere two weeks, slightly shy Christina cast her shell aside and went for the gold. Nothing...NOTHING was going to prevent her from getting her holes destroyed. Bring it on Boys. Bring it on.
Sitting with her man Dixon while watching a movie, he engrossed in the action sequences pretty much tuned Christina out of his universe. Drunk as a skunk didn't help her chances of spending quality time with him. Not that it mattered. Christina Holly knew just outside her home, her lover boys were secretly watching. Having over the course of the last two weeks becoming a nymphomaniac at their disposal Christina craved sex, just teasing kept her mind contemplating the future outcome. Wearing only a nightshirt that hid nothing pretty convincingly, she smiled at every window. She knew it was just a matter of time before her man passed out drunk, her plan was going well. In another week he would be back over the road and her real fun could resume. She needed her house full of cock, her holes consumed by their lust. The word of her sluttiness was spreading, every guy for three blocks knew of her, reeled in by their neighbors who had already used her for their own dark fantasies. She did feel bad for all the lonely wives their husbands left behind for her, just not badly enough to tell their men no. Whore indeed.
"Need another beer Baby?" She asked Dixon just to see how far gone he was. He could barely acknowledge her. Topping it off she stood up and walked directly in front of him before removing her nightshirt. Curious to see if he could wake up and desire her led to him just grinning. Patting his lap she took a seat over him and he did his best to kiss her chest. She only wanted him to realize that he was ready for bed. So far gone that he wouldn't remember anything she did. His kissing over her nipple was more just drool and nuzzle. "You need to go to bed Baby." Slipping from his grasp she took his beer can away and set it aside. Dead weight was not in her favor in helping him to bed. It was best to let him just sleep it off in his recliner. Another four minutes he was snoring away. All the while she went from window to window offering close up looks at her plus size hotness, always returning to Dixon to be aware of his reality. She had to be certain how dead in his seat her man was before taking further risks. He had been known to pass out and sleep for fourteen hours straight, without even getting up to take a piss. Sometimes that deep of a problem scared Christina, but at least his intoxication never once led to violent abuse. He was a good drunk.
She knew her man when he got this plastered, he wouldn't hear a plane crash outside on the street and sleep through the neighborhood burning due to it. She felt safe, even more frisky to play right in front of him. Walking to her front door she opened it wide open and stood there waiting to see who was wanting her. Expecting her prioritized ten lovers who gradually introduced her to more and more friends and family she discovered four boys, only Tucker was recognized. Whispering to her as he stepped up to fondle her breasts he said, "My cousins are in town. Blow them."
"Gladly. Dixon is out cold. Bring them in and sit them on the couch."
"In front of him? What if he wakes up?"
"He won't. Trust me."
"What if they get noisy?" A thumb points at his cousins.
"I'll hold the TV remote and tell Dixon it's his movie. He will just nod back off."
"Ballsy."
"You've made me this way. I live to please everyone. I'll take the risk."
"Alright! Get that big juicy booty in there." He turns her around and slaps her ass for his three cousins Derek, Milo, and Wade. The boys grinned at her beauty, she expressed desire over her shoulder as she moved inside. Even being a plus size beauty she carried that weight in a stunning fashion, at 170ish a good twenty five pounds was in her massive tits and ass cheeks. Her legs and tummy while chubby were rather tight in muscle tone, just enough jiggle to be sexy. Daily walks on her treadmill helped, always nude since day one of her convincing young lovers drawing out what her life was missing. Namely, attention, to feel wanted, to be called beautiful. A once shy girl from Alabama was now unstoppable.
Quietly, getting enough nerve up the four boys step inside following Tucker to the couch behind Dixon's back, his recliner oblivious to the sofa without looking around it. Tucker taking the lead whips his dick out and nudges the others to join him. Watching Christina touching herself with a yearning gaze helped resolve their issues. Four proud erections stood ready for some lips. Choosing Wade in the middle first she kneels between his legs, planting her palms on his knees and dives right in, jaws wide and swallowing his meager six inches. Hands leaving his knees, rising over Milo and Derek she curls her fingers around a solid six and a sturdy seven, then jerks them off to keep them happy. Watching her devotion in the messiest of blowjobs Tucker stood up and went behind Christina patting her bottom to lift her ass so that he could take her from behind. Embracing his cock inside her she instantly moaned although muffled by her deep throating. That effect led her to feed on Wade like a woman obsessed, slobbering his knob and making it known by her expressions just how in love with servicing them she was. Not even slapping Christina's ass revived Dixon. His snoring never ending was their detector to beware. As long as that train was rolling, so would theirs.
Tucker shared a smug confidence with his cousins who grinned at how easy she was. They had heard stories of her starving hormones. Of just how fast Tucker and his buddies had coaxed her out of her shell. She gangbanged all ten boys that first day that they revealed themselves to her and took more throughout the week. At one point while Dixon was on the road she had allowed 22 boys inside her home all at once. Not one of those 22 left without cumming on her. They had even talked her into outdoor sex in broad daylight, further down the block at nightfall. Every corner of their block Christina got laid holding a stop sign as inspiration yet saying, "DON'T STOP!" at the top of her lungs. The boys kept her going, further and further until concluding she was fearless, dedicated to getting off and fulfilling their desires of her. Not even having her man Dixon at home prevented her from performing her duties as the neighborhood slut.
Wade nutting in her mouth left her feasting with pure ecstasy across her face, she swallowed his jizz after an exposed tongue full of milk to show his cousins. Once down the hatch she moved to Milo and sucked him off. Wade and Derek switching places allowed her to also continue jerking him off. Milo took her by the hair and smirked, "Nothing like a whore on a leash." She slipped his cock from her throat just long enough to whisper her reply, "Take me for a walk later." Milo had heard Tucker describe taking her out on a dog collar and leash to walk the neighborhood. Fucked in many a yard as she was led to it. By the boys, or literally by the residence she was trespassing in. Nothing was sacred. She even knew that married men were fucking her, hearing them tell her to quiet down before their wives hear her. Most didn't care if they did hear, those that did found ways to silence her. The bolder Christina got, the bolder the men got. Christina had no boundaries.
A few weeks ago her sole taste of dick was from Dixon, having met him online and moved in with him. Losing her virginity she tried her hardest to be just his. Now that her appetite was increasing, Dixon was going to have to accept her or lose her entirely. She liked her home so she really just hoped to avoid him finding out. Doing what she was doing here and now was really stupid, yet she came harder knowing she could potentially lose everything. She would keep taking risks until the bitter end. This whore was on a mission to satisfy the world. No amount of men would contain her lust. She felt sexy within their company. She was sexy.
"Derek has a really nice cock." She bats her lashes at him as she watches the boys play musical seats once again, so that Derek was now her centerpiece. Swallowing his cock she reaches out with both hands to taunt his chest with her yellow painted nails digging through his shirt. Dragging his shirt along with her she bobbed her head with a rapid rhythm. He loved it enough to plant his arms behind his head and just enjoy her blowjob talent.
"Her ole' man can sleep through a hurricane." Milo pointed at the snoring Dixon, "We should take her over there in front of him."
"Good idea." Tucker halted his penetrations and pulled out. Coaxing her away from Derek he drags her toward him by her hair. "Crawl over there and lay on your back facing him. I'm fucking you right in front of his drunk ass."
Trembling at the thought of Dixon waking up and catching her made her tense, still she loved pushing her limits. Holding her breath she draws away from Tucker's grip on her hair and turns to crawl on all fours out in front of Dixon, her big ass swaying and gently jiggling all the way to her destination. Facing him she takes a seat on the floor and lays back, her legs wide and held high for Tucker to arrive. She wanted to smile but chose to be coy. Truth be known, she wasn't even looking at Dixon, she wanted Tucker. So bad that her fingers were prying her cunt wide in preparation, her pink tunnel inviting him in. All of the boys were biting their fists at her boldness. Only Tucker had the balls to move in for the thrill.