The shrieks and laughter coming from my living room brought back pleasant memories.   My niece Heather, my sister's daughter, was having a sleep over party at my home.   I was sure they wouldn't get much sleep. I never did when I was a young girl. I remember how I used to enjoy slumber parties and guess that's why I didn't mind the noise so much.

Heather's parents were in Europe for five weeks, a second honeymoon they had planned for months. Their planned trip couldn't have come at a better time for me. My recent divorce had left me depressed and lonely, Heather's company was just what I needed to shake me loose from my doldrums.

I hated to admit that I was dead set against Heather holding this slumber party. I didn't know if I was ready for my home to be invaded by an exuberant bunch of teenage girls. Now, for the life of me, I can't imagine what I was worried about. The laughter...well the laughter was music to my ears.

The girls' had already devoured the junk food Heather had me buy and now they were working on the two cases of soft drinks that filled the fridge.

It was approaching midnight and they didn't seem to be slowing down. I was tired. I never thought of myself as old at thirty eight but I've found out I need my sleep or I'm not in a very good mood next day.

I had to yell to over the noise to get Heather's attention. "I'm going to bed Heather," I screamed loudly. "Don't stay up past 4 am."

"Okay Aunty Kate," Heather yelled back, "Good night."

I don't know what time it was when I awoke. Something was wrong. I felt a sucking, tickling sensation on both of my breast, hands petting and caressing my legs and stomach.

"What the hell," I cried out. I tried to push whoever it was away. I couldn't move my arms. They were being held down.

"What's going on?" I cried out as I tried to twist away from the intruders. "What are you doing, what do you want?"

Suddenly I thought of the girls downstairs and a cold dread engulfed me. Are the intruders here for them, for all of those young girls?

My eyes finally accustomed themselves to the darkness. I couldn't believe it. THE INTRUDERS WERE THE GIRLS FROM HEATHERS PARTY!

Was this some kind of joke or game they were playing. If it was it wasn't funny! I could make out four of them as I struggled to release myself from their grip. Two of them held my legs, the other two my arms. Two more came into the room, and with their help, had me pinned to the bed. Finally, after so much struggling, I was exhausted.

The lapping and sucking of my breast continued even as I tried to jerk myself away from their mouths. It suddenly dawned on me, this is no joke, I'm being raped by a bunch of girls!   I couldn't believe this was happening to me and I...I couldn't believe Heather had friends who would do a terrible thing like this.

"What have you done to Heather, I screamed. "What have you done to my niece. Answer me, goddamnit, where is Heather!"

"She's fine. Oh she's sooo fine," one of the girls said giggling.

Now I was really scared. "What have you done to Heather?" I begged. "Please...please don't hurt her. Please leave us alone...you girls are terrible...this is so dirty, what would your parents think...do you realize what you're doing?"

A couple of them continued giggling. "Now my mother," one of them said, "will probably think...now what would she think." They all giggled louder.

"Honestly, Heather's fine," one of them said assuredly. "Don't worry about her, Mrs Johnson...just enjoy...jesus, like you have finest tits...wow. I could like nurse on these all night long."

My mind was confused by their...their compliments! This was a sick intrusion of my body...yet...what am I thinking, I have to make sure Heather is alright, she's my sister's only child! She's my responsibility.

I've got to relax and think things through, I told myself. Surely I can get away from four or five young girls. I lay there silently while they continued to suck and fondle my breast.

"Isn't Mrs Johnson like the sexiest mother ever," one of the girls whispered. "She's like got the nicest tits...and body...I've ever seen."

"She's not Heather's mother," I heard one of them say. "She's like her aunt or something. You should like see her real mother. She's like stone fox too."

"Whatever," the girl said. "But aunty here has a pair of tits here like...awesome."

They were talking about me like I couldn't hear them, like I wasn't here! Why were they so enthralled with a thirty eight year old woman's breast...were they lesbians...these young girls?

This was a nightmare...Are they doing something to Heather. Please god, I have to get out of this. This is crazy...This can't be happening!

For some reason my nipples were growing hard. I heard one of the girls moan as the nipple began growing...actually lengthening in her mouth! I had a terrible feeling...a moment of arousal...and then it occurred to me that... my god, she thinks she's turning me on!

Suddenly, the reality of what was happening here sent a wave of fear through me. What would other people think of me! They would never believe me, that this happened against my will. And the girl's parents...the people at my office, my god I would lose my job!

And Heather's mother... she would never understand if she found out that I allowed something like this to happen to her daughter. Now I was really frightened...my life would be over, in shambles...god this can't be happening to me.

I heard another girl enter the room.

"Is she ready?" the new girl asked.

"No she's not" someone answered. "Why don't you help us out."

The new girl put her hand between my legs. I tried to squirm away. I just didn't have any strength left.

She climbed up on the bed and straddled my knees. She began caressing my pussy through my panties, gently rubbing my clit. I knew it was wrong when I felt a wave of pleasure sweep over me. And I never, never felt so humiliated.

They were using me like a plaything...as entertainment. No, god, no!!! Don't let my body respond to this depraved act. I could feel I was losing the...I couldn't stop my body...the shame. I heard a low moan of pleasure and realized it came from me. My hips were now moving in rhythm to the fingers caressing me.

"Her panties are soaked," the girl whispered. "I think she's ready."

"Ready for what?" I screamed out. "Please, you've go to stop. You don't know what you're doing. This is insane!"

The girl climbed off of me and left the room. Another hand took her place and continued to stroke my soaking panties. The two girls sucking my tits were moaning in total abandonment, oblivious to everything but my swollen breast...my numbed nipples.

Someone else entered the room. She crawled up between my legs and began licking my thighs.

"Please, you have to stop this," I cried out. "If you all leave now I won't tell anyone. Please stop! Pleaseeeeee, just...just stop for...for my sake, please stop this...pleaseeee. I began sobbing uncontrollably, my body trembling...the loss of...of my sense of pride.

They ignored my plea, seemingly spurred on by the misery and humiliation they were inflicting on me.

The little mouth was..."no, no not there, please, not my pussy," I begged...but the licking...the licking continued through my panties. I screamed... begging for them to stop while...I didn't understand...while I opened my legs wider, as if serving up my pussy to this furious assault on my body.