Uncle Doug was a nice man until he died.
Sometimes you have to die before you can find yourself and do the things that you should have done.
Enjoy.
"My God, what the hell is that?" I asked as I felt my body trembling and the bed beneath me shaking. I was sure I wasn't causing it even with my hard four fingered fucking of my wet cunt as I masturbated.
In fact the whole room was shaking and terrified I jumped out of bed and ran for the bathroom. I had been told it was the strongest and safest place in any house since I was a toddler and living in cyclone prone north Queensland. It was very strange when I got into the tub, the room was not rocking as my bedroom had been. Tentatively I got back out of the tub and stood at my bedroom door watching my bed still shaking. "What the fuck?" I asked myself.
"Get back over here, Mandy, you big titted slut!" a deep voice seemed to boom across the room even as the bed and the room stopped shaking.
I had heard that voice before. Not talking to me like that! But still I had a compunction to do as I was told. I walked back into my room and when the voice told me to get on my back on the bed and spread my beautiful long legs, I found myself doing exactly that!
A soft wet feeling started at my toes. It felt like a mouth was eating my feet. I giggled even as I thought about screaming at this unexpected and invisible attack. "Keep those legs open, you beautiful bitch!" I was commanded as the tickly feeling almost caused me to draw my feet away from it.
Again I did as I was told. I couldn't help it. Something deep inside me decided that this was right. I was to do as I was told and I would be ok, no matter what happened to me. The warmth of the licking and sucking was transferred to my big tits. I am a big titted girl. 38D's that had hardly ever been kissed or sucked like the invisible thing was doing to them now. I groaned in pleasure but I guess I was still a little apprehensive about what was happening to me. I wanted to lift my hands to caress whatever was doing this wonderful job on my nipples. I could feel my pussy beginning to get wet again at this heated attention! My arms wouldn't move! I couldn't close my legs either!
"You are mine now, Mandy!" the voice said in my ear. The heated suction on my nipples had ceased and for a moment I pouted.
"Wh- what are you going to do to me?" I stammered as I asked my invisible tit licker what it was intending.
"What I should have done a long time ago, you beautiful little tease." Again the voice was familiar and I could swear that I knew who owned it but it was impossible. Uncle Doug had been dead for nearly two years!
"Such as?" I asked softly.
"Well let's see, Mandy. Ever had your tits fucked?" the disembodied voice asked. There was a hint of panting in the tone, as if my answer was going to inflame him more.
"Never. I have had them groped and kissed but never licked and sucked like just now," I answered softly.
"No boy or man has slapped his big cock between these melons?" invisible hands grasped both my tits and pressed them together. I could see that the valley they formed could accommodate a cock between them and I gasped as it would mean that his ejaculation would quite likely spray on my throat and probably on my face! I had never had a cock that close to my face before.
"No," I groaned as the hands rocked my tits up and down as if being used to jerk a cock as I had done with my hands.
Something warm brushed my lips and I was sure it was a finger that pressed between my lips and into my mouth. It touched my tongue and caused me to involuntarily suck at it and swallow as my mouth was suddenly filled with saliva. "You sucked cock, baby?" the voice asked. I shook my head even as the finger slid slowly in and out of my mouth. "Virgin mouth!" the voice almost croaked in lust.
"What have you done with a cock, bitch?" the voice growled as it extracted the finger from my mouth.
Again that sense that I was to be precise and descriptive of whatever I had done. "I jerked Mr Grayson's cock in the toilet in the park. He said that he was in pain and that he needed a good girl to help him out. When he showed me his cock it was hard and really, really red. It looked painful and he told me to spit on my hand and wrap it around it. It was too big for just one of my little hands so I spat on both of them and then he got me to slide my hands up and down his dick. He shot some white stuff out into the bowl and told me I was a good girl," I answered.
"Who else's cock have you jerked off, you little slut?" the voice was almost panting and I could feel the room getting warmer.
"Timmy's," I answered in a voice so soft that I could barely hear myself.
"Your brother. I knew that little shit was getting some attention from his big titted sister. How long were you wanking his dick, Mandy?" the voice asked.
"Until he went off to university. I still jerk him when he comes home. Normally when he hasn't got a girlfriend to fuck," I answered. There was silence and I realised my mistake.
"I first jerked his cock when he came into my room and told me that he needed a hand. He was in his PJs and he pulled his dick out of the fly in his pants and told me to wrap my hand around it. He then held my hand and made his hips move so that his dick slid back and forth in my hand. He was really wet! He kept telling me I was a lovely girl and that I was his best friend. I really liked it and I began to jerk it by myself. He got all shaky and told me not to stop. Then his white stuff shot out of his dick and he caught it in a tissue. He used to come into my bedroom and sometimes into the shower with me nearly every second night.
"The last few times he came home from university I stand behind him and wank his dick as if he was doing it himself. He likes me to hold his balls and pull on them from behind. I even sometimes," I paused as I closed my eyes in remembered joy at the look on Timmy's handsome face, "stick my thumb up his bum and he says it made him shoot harder."
"Did he ever touch you, Mandy?" the voice asked. I could hear how excited it was at the image of me wanking my older brother.
"He told me I was too precious and that he didn't want to make me feel dirty. He kissed me sometimes. That was nice. But no he never touched my boobies or fiddled with my princess place," I answered with a little sigh.
"Has anyone played with your princess place, Mandy?" the voice asked softly.
I nodded but I didn't want to tell him.
"Tell me, slut! Who played with your tight little cunt?" he growled. A warm firm grip on my knees spread me even further apart than what I was now. I knew I was being opened up and showing everything to my invisible attacker. My cunt, as he called it, was wet and I knew quite probably opening up as I relived my experiences with Timmy and the school principal in my mind. I had liked the feel of their hard cocks in my hand and even the looks on their faces when they shot their white sperm for me. It had not been a one off with Mr Grayson. I had hung around those toilets for several months and he had used my little hands to jerk his big cock many times. I got to the point of letting him spray his cum over my big tits which pleased him greatly but no matter how much I begged he would not fuck me even when I showed him that my knickers were in my pocket and lifted my short skirt to show him my wet and ready cunt!
He would simply pat my hair and telling me what a lovely good girl I was and that I should save myself for the man that truly loved me and not some old pervert like him that could offer me nothing.
With my legs now high in the air and spread so wide I was almost doing the splits I could feel hot air against my wet pussy as if someone was breathing heavily against me. "Penny. My best friend touched me there!" I grunted even as I felt that soft finger that had been in my mouth touch me like a feather. The finger traced a track down the naked flaps of my pussy and down to the hole that I knew was at their base. The finger slowly eased inside me and I could not help but catch my breath as it pressed all the way until I could feel the knuckles of his fist press against my hot flesh.
"Penny, she was that little pig tailed girl that was always coming around. Cute little thing with the nice arse," the voice said conversationally as the finger started moving back and forth inside my increasingly wet pussy.
"Yes," I hissed.
"She finger fuck you?"
"Yes, she finger fucked me and I finger fucked her," I groaned. There were now two fingers in my box and I could feel my pussy juice dripping down the crack of my arse.