Date: Thu, 14 Jun 2018 14:20:49 +0000 (UTC)
From: Las Vegas <lvnv2008@yahoo.com>
Subject: Conditioned to Fuck Chapter 4

Conditioned to Fuck, Chapter 4

Bisexual Incest
Nifty/Prolific Author/Las Vegas
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My brothers are given the green light to tap it, and they do so
relentlessly.

Mark and Andy were relentless in teasing me. One morning they came into the
kitchen and Mark said he had forgotten to brush his hair. Andy told him to
use this one, and with that he held up my hairbrush. I was shocked and
wanted to die of embarrassment. Andy said the handle smelled of pussy, and
then pointed to a public hair saying this cunt hair is so tiny I wonder who
it belongs to. They both laughed. Although at this point my step was
putting a lot of dick to me, my step and I fucked every day before my mom
got home from work, I still liked fucking myself with my hairbrush at
night. I had bought it specifically for that reason. The brush had a short
six-inch long fat handle, and it was almost an inch thick, and the tip was
like a cock head, thick and rounded. The tip was a little bigger than the
handle itself. It gave me the real feel of a cock when the head first
enters you and your pussy opens and then comes back together tightly on the
shaft. The tip also had a hole with a piece of thick plastic through it so
that you could hang it up. The plastic was rough, and when I fucked myself
with the handle of the brush the rough plastic made it feel like the tip of
a cock hitting my clit. The fantasies I had when I fucked myself with the
brush handle were so real that the orgasms left me drained and I fell right
to sleep. It is any wonder I forgot to wipe it off. Mark took the brush
from Andy, licked the handle and it is was a local variety, not too aged,
and well used, as if he were trying to gauge a wine. Then he added he knew,
it was a step-slut vintage.

Months back my step had asked what was wrong when I was distant during a
fuck. Normally I was actively involved. I told him Mark and Andy were
always teasing me, and I wanted them to stop. He said the boys were just
jealous because he could slut me all he wanted, and they had been told to
keep their hands off me. He told me he knew his sons wanted that pussy
between my legs, but they did not want their dad's foot up their asses. He
asked me if I wanted the teasing to stop. I said I did, and just like that
he called them into the room. I was shocked. My step and I were in bed with
the covers on the floor, and we were completely nude, his cock was still
semi-hard and shiny from the dicking he had just given me, my pussy lips
swollen and red, what little pubic hair I had at the point in the
development of my body was matted with his cum. When Mark and Andy walked
in they were surprised by what they saw. I mean, they knew their dad was
fucking me, a lot, but they did not expect to see us both nude, in bed,
with every sign of a fresh fuck right before their eyes. My step told them
they could now fuck me, but the teasing had to stop. I was speechless. When
he asked me if I wanted the teasing to stop I thought he was going to have
a word with them and force them to stop teasing me. Never, ever would I
have imagined they were getting the green light to tap it. The it being
me. What my step had said was go ahead and tap it all you want, but you'll
have to stop fucking your step-sister if you keep teasing her. They started
fucking and the teasing did not stop.

Well the teasing was cut down a little, and the fucking started. My step
was in his late 40s and although he was a determined fuck, there was no
comparing my step to a teenage boy who was constantly horny, who could fuck
and get hard again in less than 10 minutes, and sometimes fucked and stayed
hard. And there were two of them. When Mark was not wanting to fuck, Andy
was and vice versa. Except it seemed both wanted to fuck all the time. I'd
be getting fucked by one and the other would come in because he wanted to
fuck. Then while the other one was fucking me the first one would come back
for another fuck. They were relentless, and they were tireless about it.
One Saturday night when my mom and step went out Mark and Andy stayed home
with me. When my step asked them what their plans were for the night, they
said they intended to stay in. My step said that he bet the two intend to
keep it in. Everyone laughed, even me, because it was funny. I started
getting fucked about six that afternoon, and the fucking did not stop until
almost midnight. Six hours on cock. It was grand.

This was not lovemaking. I know because of what my friend Vicky told me one
afternoon. I was still getting my tonguing at her house. This time she did
such a wonderful job that I was amazed it was the same girl. Before she'd
lie on her back, stick out her tongue, and I climb aboard for a tongue
ride. This afternoon she said she wanted to show me what she had learned,
and then she put the tongue to me in the traditional way. I laid back and
she dropped her head between my legs and proceeded to drive me crazy with
how she used her mouth. I was completely at her mercy and loving every
minute of it. A tongue lashing of the first order. I came, and came, and
came, and then I collapsed.  It was incredible, and I could see she was
very proud of herself. I had to know where she had gotten all that skill,
who had been giving her lesson on how to eat a pussy.

Vicky told me that her brother in law had seduced her. He was her older
sister's husband and had started coming to her room whenever she stayed the
night at their house. At first, he mostly talked, and she liked that he was
interested in what she had to say. Then the making out and touching
started. Every night she let him do more and the more he did the more her
resolve to stay a virgin weakened. Before he made love to her for the first
time, she said she came just from having him suckle on the bottom of her
breast as he slightly fingered her pussy. The very tip of his finger
pressed gently against her clit as she moved her hips. And then that first
fuck; the way she described him entering her gently so that he was in
before she realized she had lost her virginity was so different to my
experiences. She said he started making love to her every night, and she
found all kinds of excuses to spend the night there. Even when her sister
traveled for business she stayed there, and simply did not tell her mother
it was just her and her brother-in-law. She said his lovemaking was such
that her body tingled and her skin crawled. She told me that they would end
their lovemaking in each other's arms, and sleep like that in rapture.

I could not comprehend that kind of sex. I knew me, and when it came to
being fucked versus being made love to, I wanted to be fucked. I had become
used to being used. I was fucked... and then fucked again, and I liked
it. Correct that: My step had been right I went looking for dick. Where my
step was hard and brutal, Mark and Andy were malicious. They fucked with
the knowledge they had the advantage, and when I had an orgasm they felt
vindicated for treating me like a tramp. I was the live-in-whore. The house
cunt. They could do whatever I wanted, and they wanted to do all kinds of
perverted things; like crawl into my bed and fuck me in the middle of the
night while I was still asleep. And not just one, but both at the same
time. Ever wake up to a dick entering you, while your pussy is still dry?
Just a little saliva on the tip? Let me tell you the sensation of a hard
cock opening you up while your pussy is dry, filling your pussy, well the
burning sensation would cause me to automatically spread my legs wide. One
night they invited me to a party, and when I got there I discovered I was
the party. Seven guys, young, horny, virile. Owe a guy money? No
problem. Pay for it with pussy. Need to score some grass? No problem. Buy
it with pussy. Want to get in good with a teacher, shower him with lots of
willing pussy. (And I was willing -- He He) One night, this is entirely
true, Mark brought three guys to my room. He pointed at two and said two
ass fucks, and then he pointed at the other one and added and a face
fuck. I stood and started to strip.

Mark and Andy bought a book on fucking. I was like, who needs a book? What
is was, was a book on the various positions for fucking and not on how to
fuck. We tried so many of them. And by the way, when I say we, I include my
step because when he saw the book he was intrigued. My step asked if we had
tried them all, and when he discovered Mark and Andy were stuck on one
where I throw my legs over their shoulders and am completely at the mercy
of the cock, my step went to the next one where I spread my legs and bend
all the way over to grab my ankles. Lucky for all I was very flexible. Not
only flexible from a physical sense where I was able to keep my legs
straight and still reach my ankles, but I mean also that I was willing to
try anything. I sleep in a double bed and I kept the book under the second
pillow. Handy, but not somewhere that my mon might see it. I had a favorite
fucker; his name was Cameron. Big boy. I'm talking 6'2, about 210 pounds of
solid muscle. He was a kid from down the street, who went to the same high
school as Mark and Andy. A kid in mind, not in size. One day I saw him
talking to Mark and Andy, and when they came inside I told them I wanted to
fuck their friend. Snap. Just like that Mark and Andy made it happen. Now
here is where the book came in handy. Cameron was unimaginative. So, I
pulled the book out and he and I tried every single way from the book to
feed me the dick. He was strong and could lift me up so that we fucked
standing up. That became my favorite position. He would stand still, lift
me so that I was impaled on his rod, and then raise and lower me so that I
felt as if I was being fucked by a machine. Plus, he had stamina and we
could fuck for what seemed like forever. And here was the best part: He had
a cock to match his body. Thick, long, perfectly shaped.  Unlike other
friends of Mark and Andy, who would come by the house to have themselves a
quick fuck, and leave, before my mom even realized anyone had been in the
house. Cameron fucked and fucked and fucked. Mark and Andy would pretend he
was there to hang out, and then Cameron would slip though the bathroom
connecting Mark and Andy's room to mine, and we would spend an hour or more
fucking. I think Mark and Andy liked the idea of my willingly taking so
much dick and could not wait to report to my step that I had been royally
fucked. That description of royally fucked is because when taking that much
dick, Cameron made me feel like a queen.

One deep resentment on the part of Mark and Andy was that by the time they
put dick to me I was no longer tight. They used to make comments about how
my step had really opened me up and how they missed the experience of
fucking a virgin, or at lease someone who was not spread out wider than
America. They actually used that phrase. For all the vigor and insatiable
libido Mark and Andy had, they could not measure up to my step, in cock
size. My step had an adult dick; almost as big as Cameron's. Manly. You
could combine Mark's and Andy's cocks and my step's was still thicker, and
longer. Finally, my step got tired of hearing the same old complaint and
suggested that if it was something virginal Mark and Andy were looking for,
go fuck someone else, or fuck me in the ass. You should have seen Mark's
and Andy's reaction to that; they froze and looked at each other. Anal,
they asked? Sure, said my step. If they were not going to be the first to
drill ass on me, someone else would come along who would be more than happy
to do the honor. And so I got ass fucked, for the first time, and then for
months after that. At one point I began to fear that my ass was the only
thing Mark and Andy were now interested in, and so I decided to seek cock
for my pussy elsewhere.

Before I tell you about my cock search, let me go into a little detail
about the lube/no lube approach Mark and Andy adopted. For whatever the
reason my uncle and step never considered anal. I think it was because
uncle most likely only had an OK for using his tongue (although by now he
took was cocking me), and my step was enamored of fucking my pussy raw,
which was something he could not do with my mom. Oh, he fucked her
alright. I knew because he was always talking about how much cock it took
to keep my mom satisfied and in being satisfied she did not meddle into
where else he was putting that big dick of his. Did she know about my step
and me, I wondered? The bottom line is that my bottom went to Mark and
Andy. Well they were the first, because I discovered lots of guys like to
ass fuck and I encouraged them.

My step had told Mark and Andy to get themselves some good anal lube, the
extra-large size. My step said they might be doing more anal that they
expected given how tight I was sure to be, and to plan to be generous with
the lube.  He told them that a small ass like mine was sure to need a major
type of oiling up. Well being flaky teens they didn't do it right away. Not
an hour later there they were, planning to ass fuck. For my part I was not
sure what to expect. Certainly, I did not expect the eye-opening experience
of a cock being forced into my ass; make that two. It was hard on them and
Mark who was first on everything explained how his cock felt like the skin
was going to be taken off. He huffed and puffed and pushed and pulled at my
hips and just barely managed to get the head and some shaft in before he
shot his wad. Andy faired a little better but only because Mark's cum
served as a lubricant, but he too came before his dick was fully embedded
in my ass. It was even rougher on me. For the rest of the morning I walked
around thinking my asshole would not close and feeling cum running down the
inside of my legs. Well, they wanted to do it again. Another bone-dry ass
drilling from each of them. We argued. They kept telling me to do my part
and push my asshole out, and I yelled back that it was their own faults for
not doing what their dad had suggested and getting us anal lube.  By the
time they got around to getting anal lube, I was not sure I wanted it. Bone
dry was exciting.

Coming up:

Conditioned to Fuck, Chapter 5

Where I ask myself: Why not the big, scary bus driver, or the nasty
delivery man, or both?