The Village Slut

I clutched my hooded cloak tighter around me as the wind blew down the sidewalk as I walked into town. It was not a very cold breeze but given that I wore nothing underneath the cloak it did send a chill on my nipples and across my damp wet pussy hair.

I spotted the little coffee shop owned by my brother-in-law and decided to pop in for a cup of Turkish Coffee before doing my shopping, that and to arrange a ride back up the hill to my home when I was done.

As always in the late morning the place was occupied by maybe ten men, most of them somewhat older than me though a few hovered around my mid-thirties age. The little bell on the door announced my arrival as I stepped in.

"Christina" Shouted my husband's younger brother Marco. He stepped from behind the counter and came over to me.

He kissed my checks and smiled "May I take you cloak?"

I grinned. "If no one would mind".

"I am sure they won't."

I allowed Marco to step behind me and remove my coat with a flourish. It is a statement on how often these men have seen me naked that most just picked up their heads and smiled before returning to their coffee.

"So what brings my favorite sister-in-law here this morning?" said Marco.

"The need for a cup of coffee." I answered with a smile.

Marco took his index finger and slide it up my slit. "Nothing more?"

"Coffee first please?" I ask.

We walk over to the counter and I hop up on one of the stools near the expresso machine. Within minutes the Turkish coffee is in my hands

"So is my brother coming back tonight?"

"As far as I know."

Mario smiled. "Think he will mind me fucking his wife before her gets home?"

"Not at all."

I finished my coffee and hopped off the stool.

"In the back?" I asked in what I thought to be a soft voice

"Out here let us all enjoy." one of the men at tables responds.

He is nearly my father's age and I smile at him seductively.

I walk over to the table right in front of his and lean over placing my hands on the tabletop.

"Is this close enough Mister Berere?"

He grins.

From behind I feel Mario press against me. He leaned in and lifted my hair and kissed my neck "Hello little sister"

I felt him unbuckle his pants and then with force he plunged into my already wet pussy. I gripped the table in front of me. I smiled at Mister Berere and several of the other men. I notice them all gathering around. I hear one of them say

"Fuck her good Mario. She has always been a hot little slut."

Another adds "I first had her when she was like twenty years old, what a whore she is now."

Mario pushes his cock deep in my pussy and I moan at both his fucking and the words I am hearing.

Suddenly in front of my Mister Berere has taken his cock out and is inching it toward my face. I reached up with my hand and moved it greedily to my mouth. He is old and it tasted of pee but I sucked on it eagerly

"Going to wrap up fast little sister, there are others' Mario says.

I began to feel his pre cum leak into me then suddenly like a flood my husband's brother exploded his cum into my cunt. I sucked deeper on Mister Berere as I came for the first time myself.

Another cock presses against me but this one drills into my asshole. I let out a small scream as Mister Berere begins to leak in my mouth

"Hello Christina, your ass has been mine to use since you were an eighteen year old High School Student has it not?"

I had not seen him come in but instinctively I grinded my ass into his cock. I stopped sucking on Mister Berere for a moment and said

"Nardion, I did not know you were in the village."

I felt his thick cock pump in my butt hole as his hands reached around and grasped my breast.

"Yes little slut I returned just last night. Davot asked me to come by and think how joyous my cock felt when you strolled in here."

People think that it began with Davot, that he trained me and molded me into what I now am, and on some level that it true. But it did not begin with Davot. It began with Nardion.

It was just three days after my eighteenth birthday. I was wrapping up my final year of High School. The village was too small in those days to have its own High School so the communist government shipped us to a larger area about an hour away

Back when I had been in second grade we were given a music test. Those of us who did well were assigned musical instruments. I was told I would be a flute player and so I became one and still play to this day.

When I got to the High School I was assigned Mister Nardion as my music teacher. He was from my home village. I was to have private lessons and also to play in an ensemble. Even as a kid I knew that Nardion was very connected politically and was great friends with Davot. I and all of his students were afraid of him

Anyway, one day I was at my private lessons and I was having trouble with my breathing. As some of you may know in order to play any wind instrument breathing is vital. Well Nardion yelled at me about my breathing and was really on my case. In an effort to correct me he made me stand in front of a mirror and watch myself breathe. I was still not getting the idea though.

He stood behind me and said.

"I can see why you cannot breathe. Look at that sweater you are wearing. It is too tight you cannot breathe in that. Take it off."

Of course I was startled. But I was also a good little communist girl and did what I was told. Was I embarrassed? You bet! But more for the fact that my bra was old and not in very good shape. Anyway I tried to play again and this time I could see my stomach fill with air as I played.

"Still not enough." Nardion Said.

Then from behind me he slid his hand around my waist and unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans.

"See if you can breathe now."

I tried to blow but now my nerves had kicked in and it was next to impossible

"Take the pants off." he demanded.

I hesitated for just a moment then put my flute down on a chair and slid out of my pants. I was really embarrassed now. We were poor, my panties were old, the band was worn and there was a hole in the back. I picked up the flute and tried once again to play.

"Put the flute down and just practice breathing." Nardion said harshly

I stood in front of the mirror in nothing but my underwear and practiced breathing.

Nardion stood behind me and reached up to my back and unhooked my bra.

"Now watch your chest." he said as he dropped the bra to the floor.

His hand snaked around my waist. I could feel the moisture between my legs. It was a feeling that at that point I had only experienced once or twice before.

Then he said "You must see yourself to breathe. Take the panties off now."

I did what I was told and he stood behind me and began to slide his hands down between my burning thighs. He pressed his body against mine. I was breathing heavy and hot now for sure, and so was he. Within moments he had cum in his pants and I had spread my juice over his hand.

He picked up my flute and handed it to me, "Now play."

I played better than I ever had. I hit each note and made it soar. Standing there naked, except for my music, I played like I had never played before.

When I was done Nardion applauded and said

"So, you must reach a climax to play so well...then that is what we shall do"

Then he leaned in and whispered. "Davot has seen that you have grown into a beautiful woman."

This was the first time I had ever been stripped and humiliated like that and as I got dressed and walked home I was so ashamed and yet I also knew that I really really wanted more.....I got a lot more really soon..

Mister Berbere finally exploded in my mouth and I swallowed down all of his cum.

"Still a good little slut." said Nardion

He continued to pump my ass.

"I suppose so," I said as I ground my ass against him.

"From that very first day," he added.