Chapter 20

“We’re going to do something about that virgin status of yours,” he told me. This was really happening. I would officially never be a virgin again as long as I live. This was it – and I was not sure if I was ready even though I was eager to please my brother.

I started to wrap the condom on to his dick, just like I had seen done on a banana in my sex education class. My brother wagged his finger in my face and admonished me. He told me to open my mouth and stick out my tongue. My brother fit the condom around my tongue and then gently placed my head over his cock so that I could use my mouth to put the condom on him.

I’ve given a few blowjobs, but I am still struggling with taking all of his dick. “Gurkwkrr, Garrrrkk, Gurrkk-”Joe pulled my hair and pushed my face down onto his dick and fucked my face a few times. My eyes were red, and I thought I might puke, but I managed to suppress my gag reflex long enough to get the condom wrapped all the way down to the base of his cock. Without being told, I licked his dick and pulled the edges down as far as I could.

“From now on, I want you to put condoms on boys the same way when you suck their dicks,” he said.

I assumed he was trying to protect me from venereal disease, but he had another reason that I would discover after he finished with me.

“Yes, Master,” I recovered and brushed my hair out of my face. Joe took my hands and shifted me on top of his dick so that I could ride it. I’d been steadily fucking myself for thirty minutes while he watched, so I was more than ready for his pecker to slide into me.

It took me a few times to pick up the rhythm of his thrusts and match his pace. My brother wanted ME to fuck HIM, though. He slapped my face! I instinctively stopped, and he slapped me harder.

“Never stop fucking me until I tell you to stop, bitch!” Joe sounded so mean, and it was terrifying. I didn’t want to stop fucking him or disappoint him, though. I quickened my pace and started really humping him with everything I had in me.

I was already officially no longer a virgin. My brother’s cock had pierced my cunt making it the first cock that had ever been inside me but it had not been romantic, fumbling or with someone who had no idea what he was doing. Nor had it been with someone who acted appreciative of getting the greatest gift a woman could give a man and believe it or not, Master’s cavalier attitude was making me hotter than ever.

“Yes, Master, oh, yes!” I moaned with pleasure. He slapped my face again and hard. I know it was turning pink and there were tears in my eyes but the tears were of joy. Still his slaps made me worry I was being punished for doing it wrong.

“Did I do something wrong, Sir?” I continued to ride him like he was my stallion.

“No, but you are here for my pleasure and not your own. I know you are horny and trying to get yourself off! Fuck my cock, don’t fuck yourself WITH my cock!”

I didn’t understand at the time what he was saying. I thought it was all the same thing.

“This is my first time, Master,” I reminded him.

“You’ve been practicing with that dildo for thirty minutes, and you are still trying to get yourself off. You should be horny and wet, like the slut you are. Talk dirty to me, pig!” he whispered.

I’ve never talked dirty, texted dirty, or read many dirty stories. I didn’t know where to begin.

“You like this, huh? You like it when I fuck your big dick?” I whispered.

“No, not like that,” Joe shook his head like I was not even trying while I thrust myself all the way up to the tip of his cock and back down to the base like I was trying to impale my pussy on a spear tip.

“I want you to be a nasty little whore in the bedroom who will do any filthy thing I want, would you like that, cunt?” he asked.

“Yes, Master,” I put my hands on his muscular chest to hold myself up. He started playing with my tits – squeezing and pulling them hard.

“Whose titties are these?” he asked.

“Yours, Master!” I gasped and tried not to orgasm. I wanted to fuck him and not fuck myself with his dick. I desperately wanted to please him.

“Whose little pussy is on my dick?” he asked.

“Yours, Master!” I replied.

“Are you sure? You know I am going to stretch out that pussy and slap it like I slapped your face. Do you want THAT cunt?”

“Yes, Master, yes, Master!” I started fucking him harder than ever. “You own me, you can do anything like you with me!” I begged him to be rough even though I was afraid of him at that moment.

“Turn around,” he spun me without giving me a chance to fully slide off his dick so that I was facing away and could no longer see him. He could see my asshole and pussy as I rode his dick and looked at his ankles.

“Look at that cute little asshole, Barbie! What if I fuck that ass?” he must have sucked his thumb because he jammed it right in my ass, and it slid right in.

“Oh, yes, Master you can.”

“Tight little stink box! What are you now?” he asked as he slapped my butt with his other hand.

“Three-hole whore? Master!” I guessed. I had heard Tammy call herself that at their trailer. I knew that was what my brother wanted me to be and I accepted it.

“No, say it like you know what you are now,” he slapped my other ass cheek, and I started to frantically fuck him. It wasn’t fair I was going to cum, and he’d know I was having an orgasm on his dick before he got off. I started to get breathless and repeat louder and louder that I was his three-hole whore.

If my parents or siblings had been outside the door, they would have heard. I am not sure if I didn’t care at that moment if they did or if I liked the idea that they might. It was reckless and stupid, but I couldn’t help myself.

“Oh fuck yeah, put your cock deep inside my shithole, and fuck me in half! Treat me like a little fucking whore and slap my tits! Oh god, I can’t stop myself from cumming, please master, May I cum, may I cum, may I cum, may I cum!” I begged repeatedly, and he didn’t answer. His toes curled up, and his legs grew tight.

We were cumming together. “No slut, don’t cum!” he said.

“It’s too late, oh my god, oh my god, I can’t even!” I was lost in ecstasy and so close. Master pushed me off of him and knocked me off the bed onto the floor.

“Hey! Oh!” I pouted in shock.

“You don’t cum until I tell you to,” he scolded me.

“Yes, Master, I am sorry! I couldn’t help it. It felt so good!”

I was a sweaty mess. My hair was all fucked up and my eye makeup was dripping down my face.

“Should I get back on top of you,” I asked, but I was already starting to get on my brother. That is when I noticed the condom had slipped off him.

I began to panic and fished around in between my legs. I pulled out the spent condom and wasn’t sure if the sperm had found its way into my pussy. If it had, it would be too late to stop them.

“Hold up my condom and let me see how much is in there,” Joe didn’t seem too worried about whether I was pregnant. That strangely did not comfort me. I obeyed him, but my mind spun with worry.

There wasn’t much inside the condom – probably less than a spoonful. It was soaked with my juices.

“You are going to learn to recycle,” Joe gave me a new rule to obey. He made me suck the contents of the condom into my mouth and then spit it out onto a dish he had in his room. Then he made me get down on all fours and lick it up. Then I spit it into the condom again.

“When given the order to recycle, you are going to keep doing this until I tell you to stop,” Joe said. He told me that if he fucked me in the ass, I was to squat over the floor and drip it out and then lick it off the ground. He made me gargle it and rubbed some on my lips. “You’ll eventually get so used to eating cum that you won’t make those disgusting faces you are making now,” he said.

I didn’t know I was making a disgusted face, but apparently, I did. I tried to seem more enthusiastic, but Joe was focused on making me frequently pass the cum into my mouth, to something else, and back in the condom. He also made me lick the outside. It had spermicide on it and my pussy juices, so it tasted even more disgusting.

“After you give a blowjob, I want you to fold the condom like this,” Joe showed me how to seal the condom with a clothespin that I was to keep in my purse. “As long as it is sealed, it should keep for at least three or four hours without being refrigerated unless you are at the beach,” he said.

I was busy spitting out and licking up tiny droplets of cum and not able to ask questions about how often this was going to happen, but he made it sound like it would be all the time, and I may have to consolidate the cum into a single condom. “Suck it all out and spit it into one. I’ll tell you when you can finally eat the contents. You ARE never to fuck, suck, kiss, or even hold hands with a boy without my instructions to do so! You are to ALWAYS use a condom with them unless I tell you otherwise – asshole, cum-hole, cunt hole, it doesn’t matter!

You are to always collect the cum after you finish, and I want to be the one to tell you to swallow or play with it. That’s it cunt, blow bubbles with it. Let me see you look like a rabid dog. Drip a little of me down your chin and spit the rest into the condom for later.”