Like the preceding five, this story is completely fictional. If you are easily offended by incestuous relationships or sex with strangers please do not read! All characters are fictional and any likeness to any person is purely coincidental. The story is purely imaginary and, to the best of my knowledge, bears no relationship to any factual occurrence.
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I'd been having vivid and wild sexy dreams all night. All of them were about me being forcefully fucked against my will by a stranger. When I say against my will, it was, but only up to a point. After that point was reached it was me who wanted the pleasure of being forcefully fucked and I didn't care what stranger did it to me as long as he put his cock in my box and left his cum deep inside.
I was slowly but surely becoming a 'cum slut'.
There was a tap on my bedroom door which hauled me up from my slumbers. I shouted a sleepy "Come in" and watched David, my brother, enter my bedroom. He was carrying a large mug of tea. He put it down on the bedside table and sat on the edge of the bed. I had to shift my position in my bed to give him room to sit down. " I thought after last night you might need a little pampering today, Sis. Hence the mug of tea."
My mind raced back to last night and as my mind cleared and the fog lifted I remembered most of what had happened in detail. "I was fucked by a total stranger," I said, "and you watched him fuck me."
"That was after I'd fucked you. He'd been playing with your tits for quite some time while I was fucking you. I know you had your eyes closed but I thought you knew it was a stranger playing with you and that's why you had such a heavy orgasm. Seeing him playing with your tits while I was fucking your pussy made me cum mega! After I had shot my load into you he pushed me out of the way and took my place and fucked you. You were like a wild animal as he fucked you. Don't tell me you didn't enjoy it? "
" I don't know what to think," I said. "I don't know if it was his skill at fucking that made me cum so many times or the fact that I was being forcefully fucked by a stranger. Whichever it was, I must have climaxed five or six times. Each one different. Each one better than the last. Each one more satisfying."
I lifted myself onto one elbow and reached for my mug of tea. The duvet slipped down and exposed my tits as I stretched. I didn't care. After what I had done over the last few days showing my tits to my brother seemed a triviality. David eyed my size 32B tits with admiration. This would have been the fourth or fifth time he had seen them in the last few days. I saw his hand go down to his crotch where he pulled on his jeans, probably to make himself more comfortable and give his swelling cock more room to expand. I sipped my tea.
My reminiscence of last night had made my nipples swell and protrude and my areola had darkened slightly. It was a sexy scene for David to enjoy! His eyes were enjoying the treat my breast offered and that was obviously making his cock come to life.
"Have you got anything planned for today?" I asked David.
"Not really," he replied. After yesterday afternoon and evening I think anything we do today will be a bit of a letdown." He was, of course, referring to our afternoon with Sharon and then the evening at Sunset Point. "Have you got anything planned?" he asked.
"Not really, " I replied. I think I will have a long soak in the bath and then take the rest of the day as it comes." I finished my tea and handed David my empty mug. David rose from the bed and headed for the door. As he opened the door I added, "I might go dogging, of course."
David stopped dead in his tracks. He turned and looked at me. His eyes wandered up and down my body before asking, "Really?"
"Who knows," I said with a little teasing laugh.
"Well, if you do decide to go dogging don't go alone. Take me with you as a chaperone and guardian angel," David said. "And who knows, I might find a girl to fuck while I'm there."
David left my bedroom and went downstairs carrying the empty mug. I got up and walked to the bathroom. I ran the bath and poured half a bottle of bubble bath into the water. This was going to be luxury! I tested the temperature of the water with my toes and when I found it was just right I emerged my entire body into the foam and water. I slid down the bath and let the warm water lap over my entire body. Only my head and neck was above water. I closed my eyes and relaxed.
My mind started to wander back to last night again and the fuck I'd had with the stranger. The more I thought of being fucked by a stranger the more I liked the idea and the more worked up I was becoming. After all, a stranger made me orgasm several times during a single fuck. I wondered what would happen if I was fucked by more than one stranger - one after another after another. How many orgasms would I have then?
The more I thought of it the harder my nipples became and the more excited I became. My right hand moved down my body to my pussy and my finger started to caress my lips. My other hand found my breast and started to play with my tits. My right hand explored my labia and vulva until it found my magic button which was already dilated and eager for some attention. My fingers rubbed my clitoris in small circular movements. Despite being in the warm water I could feel my pussy making and releasing love juices in anticipation of pleasures to come.
I continued to think of a stranger fucking me whilst I rubbed my clitoris and played with my nipples and areola. My passion was rising and in my mind I saw several strangers standing close by, watching me being fucked. They were all masturbating but some were reaching their climax more quickly that others, and they ejaculated their semen from deep within their balls into an open void. In my mind I saw the creamy thick liquid squirt from their cocks and go to wasted as it hit the floor. My tongue was licking my lips as every shower of cum hit the floor.
My climax started to rip through my body as my imaginary stranger dumped his cum inside me. In my sexual fantasy another stranger took his place, inserted his cock deep into my cunt and started fucking me.
I was thrashing about in the water as one climax was superseded by another. I was breathing hard and my heart was thumping in my chest. As my final climax started to subside I let out an involuntary moan from my throat. My body relaxed and I once again settled down into the bath water, contented and happy. I was savouring my post-orgasm glow with a wry smile on my face.
Eventually I managed to compose myself enough to get out of the bath and dry myself with the towel. I left the bathroom to head for my bedroom rubbing my hair with the towel. It was a beautiful day outside again - we were experiencing a prolonged period of dry, warm weather. As I approached my bedroom window to look at the world outside I was still drying my hair, rubbing it with the towel.
As I looked out a movement caught my eye and as I turned to have a better look I saw Mr Johnson, our next door neighbour, looking up at my window. Apart from the towel in my hand I was still completely naked. Mr Johnson had seen me topless before so I thought I would give him another thrill. I dropped the towel on the floor, picked up a hair brush, and started to brush my hair whilst looking directly at Mr Johnson. I was making sure he was having a good view of my breasts. Just to make sure he could see me I waved to him and blew a kiss back. Mr Johnson turned away, looked at his house for a few seconds before turning back to return the wave. So, I was right, he can easily see me! I carried on brushing my hair staring at Mr Johnson and watching him continually looking around at his house to ensure his wife wasn't watching before turning back to look at me.
I decided to up the ante a little, so I put the hairbrush down and placed my hands, one on each breast. I started to massage them while my tongue started wetting my lips. I let my nipples show between my fingers as I massaged my tits for the benefit of Mr Johnson. My mouth partly open, my tongue darting along my lips. It was a free show for Mr Johnson. I hope he appreciated it!
Mr Johnson continued to watch me and his looking back at his house became less and less frequent. I think that was his downfall. He didn't see Mrs Johnson coming down the garden with a drink of orange squash for him. By the time Mr Johnson was aware of her presence it was too late. She had seen me performing my little routine for her husband and Mr Johnson was in for a verbal battering - probably for years to come! My treat for Mr Johnson had come to an abrupt and sudden end.
