NOTES:
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ALL PERSONS ARE AT LEAST EIGHTEEN YEARS OLD.
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"That's right, you honey slut," Matt crooned up at me. "You can take the boy out of the gutter, clean him up and put him in a handmade suit, but he's still a fuckin' trucker at heart, right boy?"
"Fuckin' A." Mr Millar smirked, saluting us with his beer as he slouched in the chair. His legs were wide and he was already palming his cream coated cock, uncaring of the splatters of cum and pussy juice that decorated the groin of his tailored suit pants.
"So Dad, you gonna show me what's what?" Mr Millar taunted the man kneeling behind me.
With a sharp slap to my rear, and a grunted, "Sure thing. Matt, let's turn this little whore out!" Mr Millar's father knocked Matt's hands away, grabbed my ass cheeks to spread me even wider for his heated gaze.
He bent, licking and suckling the soft skin of my inner thighs, slurping the mix of pussy juice and cum that glazed my skin, before moving on to my puffy labia.
"You like that fresh cum, dad?" Jesse Millar asked with a sly grin.
"Salty, like always, boy. Tastes good. Real good, son."
He gave a short nod before burrowing his head between my legs again as Matt groaned, then gritted, "Not nearly as good as your old man's. Or my jizz..."
"Fuck you, Uncle Matt!" Jesse laughed in mock anger.
"Later, boy. Bit busy now. But later." Matt groaned out as he thrust his hips up hard, making me whimper in passion.
This was the best I've ever felt, and the half joking banter just turned me on even more.
Jesse's dad sucked and slobbered over my swollen slightly sore lips, before moving to lave around the stretched opening of my pink pussy.
Laving along the thick cock half buried in my pussy, he reached around me to press and circle my sensitive aching clit
"Aaaaahh, oh, too much!" I sobbed, then whimpered weakly.
"Naw, not nearly enough, pretty slut." Matt grunted and grinned up at me, the heated flare of his eyes matched by the pulsing jaw muscles that clenched each time the slick warm tongue of Mr Millar's dad slid and licked around where we were joined.
"Keep that up and I'm gonna nut before you get done." Matt warned hoarsely.
Trucker 1, Jesse's dad, chuckled, slid his rough wet tongue up and rimmed my furled dusky asshole, grunting in pleasure as it softened and pulsed under his slurping lips.
"Love a tight asshole." he muttered, before shoving his tongue deep into dusky, clenched rosebud.
"Just not my main target today." he reared back, slapping my ass playfully.
I felt his cock slide back and forth between my asscheeks, gathering the slick saliva, cum and pussy juice before he angled it down, poking, pushing, seeking entrance to my already full pussy.
"'Bit of a tight squeeze," Matt grunted, halting his thrusts to allow the second pulsing cock entrance.
"No, no. Aaaah, oh yes. Oh, oh please!" I whimpered, feeling the burning stretch and flare of hot lust as my pussy gave way, stretching under the assault of two thick veined cocks.
"Awww, wazza matter, sweet thing?" Mr Millar Snr pressed himself over my back, slowly shuttling his hard cock deep in my pussy.
"Oh, Sir," I panted, "I've just been fucked hard by Mr Millar."
"Such a whiny little cunt." Mr Millar mocked her gently, his words breathless as he watched proudly as the two men thrust hard and deep into Crystal's pussy.
A tight pussy he had just filled with a load of cum.
He had craved this young woman from the moment he spied her soft curvy body on all fours, swaying gently as she wore earbuds, humming along as she polished the mansion's marble entrance.
And now she was his.
"Your tight pussy sucked up that all cum. Milked my dick, begging for my cum. Like a thirsty man in a desert." Jesse Millar's arrogant smile made me whimper with rising list.
I hung my head in shame, the feeling of humiliation being pushed firmly away by the rising pleasure growing from the two men working my pussy hard.
"Ah, ah, Oh. OK. But-but t-this. This is more than I'd bargained for..." My voice was shaky, breathless and ended on a moan as Matt stroked hard and firm against my G-spot.
"I didn't want to be a slut, a-a-a d-depraved nympho, stretched out and used, gangbanged, fucked by just anyone..." I tried to be coherent but was cut off sharply.
"Well, a bit late for that now, girl!" Matt grunted harshly below me as he tossed me a wild feral grin.
He changed the powerful rhythm of his thrusts, first alternating with Mr Millar's dad, then, as my pussy softened and opened up to them, both men grunting, both driving hard and deep into me together.
"Anyway you were fucked by a mere boy," Mr Millar Snr huffed and slapped my ass crudely, enjoying the jiggle of the soft firm flesh against his powerful thighs. "Now you're being fucked by two real men!"
"Brock, you're a dirty mouthed motherfucker. But you ain't lying!" Matt crowed as he looked over at Mr Millar Snr. They huffed out a laugh as they gave each other a quick high five.
"Hey! Dad, no need to shit on the gift I'm giving ya!" Mr Millar called out, grinning.
"You treat my dad and Uncle Matt right, cos we keepin' ya from here on out."
Jesse Millar released his cock and stood at my head, nodding once with a smile at his dad.
"Right dad? Can I keep her?" He asked lazily.
"Sure son. Let's talk about this once we've bred the bitch again." His father's words were tight, gritted out through a clenched jaw.
He hauled me up onto my sprawled wide knees, grabbing my hair to angle my head at his son's now hard cock.
"Time to take more dick, pretty girl," he coaxed as I opened my mouth eagerly.
"That's it, take that dick, slut. Show us how grateful you are to be taken by the Millar clan" Matt joined in, holding my waist as he thrust up and down.
