This is a story of fiction. Initially, the girl is getting away to college. She is pondering when her situation became as it is. Her first memory is after High School when she was 18 years old. No underage sex or sexual situation is implied or intended.
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I have never enjoyed sex. Maybe it has something to do with my father and my brothers who touched me all the time. I was the youngest child and a girl on top of that. I Had a pretty rotten childhood, but it really changed on my 18th birthday.
My Dad taught us that men were to be worshipped and women were put here to do the worshipping. We were lower class, only the put on earth to service men. It didn't matter if it was cooking, cleaning, or sex. I saw my father fuck my mother so often that I felt as if that were normal. My mother didn't seem to like it, but she didn't put up an argument. She didn't argue with my Dad, and she didn't argue with my brothers.
My father would fuck her before he went to work. That's exactly what he did, he fucked her. There was no concern if she liked it or not because no one cared. He didn't care and she certainly didn't either. She let him do whatever he wanted to her and she did as he wanted without hesitation.
Then she would clean the house, get dinner ready, and get ready to be fucked by my brothers when they got home from school. They may have walked in and gone directly to the kitchen, where my mom would drop to her knees and suck their cocks until they both shot their loads all over her face. Or in her mouth. Or in her pussy, or her ass or any combination of the above.
She would nonchalantly wipe it off and resume cooking.
When my father got home, he may fuck her on the table while she watched over dinner.
I had a birds' eye view of all of this because no one cared to hide it.
They felt women were there to be used by the men because the men provided for the family. If it was different anywhere else, I was unaware of it. I just don't remember it very early, but I certainly remember it after high school when I let it be known that I wanted to go away to college.
Mom was cooking dinner and was occupied, so Dad ignored her, and took out his cock for me to suck.
Without argument I dropped to my knees and took my Dad's magnificent cock in my mouth. My Dad still has the prettiest cock I have ever seen. I know why my Mom married him. It was at least 10 and a half or eleven inches long with massive girth.
The first time he fucked me I thought he was going to tear me apart. He didn't try to make it feel good, he simply spat in his palm and stroked his cock before plunging it into me. He pounded my fresh pussy over and over, and even though I didn't care for sex, it felt good. The longer he fucked me the better it felt.
It felt so good that I didn't notice my brothers had gotten home from the fields, and were taking turns pounding my Mom while my Dad finished up with me. He came inside me, and kept his cock buried deep inside me as he shot load after load into me.
I was noticing my brothers' cocks. They were both almost as perfect as my Dad's was. My brother Steve was fucking my Mom's pussy while TJ fucked her throat. Viciously. They had learned well from Dad. They both came with their cock buried in my Mom just as my Dad had done to me.
Almost simultaneously, the three men popped their wonderful cocks into their pants and sipped up, off to wash up for dinner.
Mom and I silently finished preparing dinner and setting the table.
But looking back, I can't say this was the first time he fucked me. It was the first time I remember. But, it must have happened before because I knew, even then, to expect it and to acquiesce.
I was also learning my power. I could let them do whatever they wanted to me, for I truly had no choice. There would be beatings, and rape and it wouldn't matter because in the end, they would take what they wanted. Or, I could give them what they wanted and avoid all the beatings and the pain. It was going to happen anyway; I would just avoid the unpleasantness.
I also learned that I could also exert a little bit of control. If I learned what they liked and began to give them what they wanted before they asked for it, I was in control. The more they liked it, the more I had them. I might not enjoy it, but if they did, I felt a bit more in control.
When Stephen would come home from work, I would be dressed in a tight top with a push up bra lifting my huge tits in his face. Stephen was a boob man. I could tell by his previous girlfriends. They always had huge tits, but never as big as mine.
He came in the door and I had a glass of beer ready. Dinner was on the stove, and Mom was in the kitchen, so I took Stephen to the couch with the beer. Within moments, he was pulling my tits out of the shirt. He would suck my nipples and bury his face between them and I would sit his beer down and begin to massage his massive cock through his pants. It grew big and it grew fast.
I pulled it out and used to hands to stroke it while I caressed the end with my mouth and my tongue. He put his hands behind my head and began to fuck my mouth. I had long ago learned to take it deep into my throat and relax and let him fuck me until he was content. I had long ago lost any gag reflex and my only limitation was needing to breather occasionally.
Stephen paid little heed to my need for air. He just kept fucking until I began to lose control. Then he graciously let me have a breath and then continued. He didn't fuck my mouth hard as if he were trying to hurt me or as if he thought I enjoyed it. He didn't fuck me slowly and sensually as if he were trying to please me. He just fucked me until he was tired of it.
When I sensed he was ready for a change, I would lay him down and climb on him with my tits out as I bounced up and down on his cock. My saliva on his cock was a welcome plus because there was no natural lubrication. I wasn't turned on at all. Simply, the wetter I got him, the more tolerable the fucking was.
If I had not let him use my mouth, his cock pounding my pussy would have been terrible. But, it would have happened anyway.
I could hear my mom in the kitchen. She had the preacher from the local church on the radio.
She was listening to the preacher read from Revelation. He was talking about the Whore Of Babylon and all the evils visited upon her by God. He spoke of a beast rising up out of the sea with seven heads.
I pictured a dragon with seven cocks, all hard for me and I controlled the dragon by sucking his cocks in turn.
I pulled my brothers cock from my pussy when I felt it start to spasm. I made him lie down and took his cock in my mouth with my tits lying on his upper thighs as I took his cock deep in my mouth.
Shortly, I knew he was ready to cum and I let him fill my mouth. And it was over.
I had to go help Mom and get ready for TJ and Dad to get home. I had more responsibilities.
When TJ got home, he went straight to Mom and kissed her affectionately on the lips. He held her chin with his index finger as he spoke to her.
