Thanks to SexyKitty_B for editing.
This testimony is part of file A74-W684 / Area 69
Project code name: Little Grey Men
Classification: Top secret.
For about an hour and a half, the four of us actually got some work done. Ben and Jeff had finished the repairs on the shed and were now in the process of painting it. Jason and I meanwhile had been focusing on the fence, replacing a few dozen broken wooden pickets and countless of rusted hinges.
But then, Stacey came back out -- all freshened up and wearing denim overall shorts. Initially, my lustful gaze was drawn to her long, beautiful, bare legs... but as she came closer, I quickly realized why she'd chosen this particular outfit.
Her shoulder straps were very loosely hooked, giving her bare tits plenty of room to jiggle and bounce back and forth. So, she wasn't wearing a bra or a top. But that wasn't all! Because none of the side buttons on her hips had been fastened, it was clear that she wasn't wearing any panties either. Except for the overalls themselves, the little slut was stark naked!
As she paced back and forth through the backyard -- pretending to be inspecting our work -- she let all of us have a good, hard look at her. I noticed the boys' motivation waning. I could hardly blame them -- as I felt my own cock getting hard in a matter of seconds.
"Stacey?" I said, realizing that we were not going to get any more work done with her traipsing about and distracting us, "Why don't you go back inside, honey, and watch some TV or something?"
"And when we need a hole to fuck, we'll call you," I added, reducing her to nothing more than a brainless fuck toy.
Baffled, but also visibly aroused by my demeaning words, she gasped for a moment, then grinned wickedly as she looked me up and down, and whispered, "Okay daddy."
But before she could turn and walk away, Ben interjected and said, "Hang on!"
Everyone looked at him, hoping he'd say what was on everyone's mind.
"She's here now, and... I've got another boner, so..."
All eyes now turned to me.
"So, daddy?" Stacey asked eagerly, asking me for permission. We all knew she didn't need it, but I bet she did it just to make the situation even more lewd and nasty.
"Fine, I guess we can take a short break," I said, acting as if I was making a concession.
Jeff dropped his hammer and said, "Dibs!" and ran at Stacey, who fled into the shed, giggling.
Ben and Jason cursed themselves for not being faster, but realized it'd be their turn soon enough. They continued working -- albeit considerably less focused. When Jeff walked back out, barely two minutes later, Ben raised his hand and said, "My turn!"
Not much later -- Jeff hadn't even resumed working yet -- Ben stumbled back out, stuffing away his flaccid dick. Somewhat surprised at the speed with which his brothers had gotten their rocks off, but thankful that is was his turn now, Jason dropped his tools and his bag of hinges and rushed over to the shed.
A little over three minutes later, he too stumbled back out, zipping up his pants and complained, "Jeez guys, next time hose her down, will ya? She was a fucking mess..."
Realizing it was my turn now, I slowly put down my tools and strolled over to the shed, under the smiling and approving stares of my three sons.
When I walked in, I was shocked to see my little girl lying there, on the floor, stark naked, cum seeping out of her cunt and all over her tits and tummy. They may have been fast, but they'd done a pretty thorough job of splattering their sister.
"Hey daddy," she smiled, coiling her body for me, "Is it your turn?"
"God, you're a mess!" I stated, as I took my fat dick out of my pants, ignoring her question.
She glanced down at herself and grinned, "I am, ain't I?"
I could tell she was all rallied up from getting fucked and used multiple times and not getting any relief herself.
"When did you become such a dirty slut?" I asked flabbergasted, stroking my fat shaft.
"I am not sure," she giggled, "I didn't know I was. I mean, I normally only put out about once a month for my boyfriend."
"Jeez Stace," I said, as I walked up to her, trying to decide where to put my dick.
Stacey realized I was hesitant because of all the cum already in and on her.
"Here," she said, as she got on her knees, "Let me."
She grabbed my dong, aimed it at the center of her face and softly started jacking me off. I gasped and closed my eyes, enjoying a wonderful, passionate handjob.
Eventually, when I felt my balls starting to tense up, I grunted, "Stace, I'm going to..."
"I know," she whispered, glancing up at me, with the most endearing and sensual smile I had ever seen on her.
"Are you sure about this?" I checked, realizing I wasn't going to last much longer.
She grinned -- my purple, enflamed tip barely two inches from her face -- and whispered, "Mmmm, I never let Michael do this!"
"Oooh, you connivi..." I gasped, unable to finish my statement as the full force of my climax hit me.
She giggled and shrieked, clenching her eyes shut, as my first salvo splattered against her nose. She immediately started moving my cock around, aiming at her left cheek, then her right cheek, then at her mouth and finally, as my ejaculation was coming to a close, at her forehead.
As an encore, she started running my spent cock all over her face, spreading my cum around. She was still doing that, when -- about a minute later -- Ben carefully poked his head in. When he noticed that I had finished, he stepped into the doorway and whispered, "I am sorry. I am just so fucking hard again."
He wasn't exaggerating. His dick was huge, fat and curved upwards.
"Oh, you poor thing," Stacey grinned, "Want me to make it all better?"
"Yes please," he replied as he walked up to her.
Instantly forgetting all about my flaccid dick, Stacey maneuvered herself on all fours and eagerly stuck out her ass at her brother. Ben took a few steps towards her, shoved his dick into her wet twat and started fucking her, just like that.
"God, you're hard," Stacey moaned as she rocked back and forth.
