Chapter 47

You clambered your way out from the back room of the shop, thighs trembling a little from the aftermath of today's taboo invasion. It didn’t matter how regularly your lower colon received guests these days… the intensity of the experience and jelly-legged response was always the same. You supposed that was why you found yourself quite so addicted, like how eating spicy food drew you back to face the same delicious pain, time and time again. There was no longer any doubt in your mind as to whether you were simply playing the slut for the benefit of others. Being pounded into the never-cleaned-regularly-enough bedsheets of that cramped, sweaty fuckpit was something you craved after every minute it wasn’t happening.

Emerging behind the counter, you found Katie still holding her position… waiting for the next hungry customer wanting to claim her. From here you could see the trail of creamy fluids already dribbling out from under the cutoff shorts of her outfit and down her inner leg. No wonder she was slouching so. It must have been quite the busy afternoon since you went to pick up Terry. Not for the first time, you wondered just why this nearly-graduated highschooler had so immediately agreed to put herself in this position. She didn’t seem like a **** to some deep, submissive urges. She wasn’t lost in love with someone she really shouldn’t be. Nor was she running away from a home that sought only to break her. The girl caught the bus home every day to a normal suburban home, having cleaned up any evidence that she’d skipped out on half her classes to instead erotically service a parade of unknown perverts. Sure, she also earned a back pocket full of badly crumpled banknotes… but there had to be more to it than that, right?

You gave her a hug from behind, still bathing in the glowing warmth of receiving another man’s climax inside you. There was a certain feminine camaraderie that came with all of you being laid out and screwed side by side, day in, day out. It made you all feel like sisters, to a degree. Whether Katie acknowledged that connection as well, you weren’t sure… but she accepted the hug and a little bit of booby-fondling nonetheless. Body autonomy was certainly not recognised around here at any rate. Anything that could be grabbed and played with: was fair game.

Progressing up to the flat, you weren’t at all surprised to hear the familiar sounds of moans and gurgles coming from within your place of residence. The door was left ajar and it would seem Terry hadn’t got five paces before being made to kneel down and take his second throatful of man-meat since leaving school that afternoon. Rod nodded to you jovially, not pausing for a moment in his pistoning against your devoted young protege. Over on the couch, your step-sister was being similarly put upon. Skeg was astride her chest, thrusting between her swollen breasts as she squeezed them together to provide a tight corridor for him.

There was no sign of Dave, so you assumed he was off baby-sitting for Nancy. The bond that giant man had already formed with the inbred daughter of his two close friends was sort of beautiful. That baby was raised in a sheltered world of love and harmony, far from this sordid chaos which had both spawned and supported her. Skeg seemed to have settled more into the role of grandfather, than father for her… living apart from his former step-daughter come lover, yet showering the little creature with gifts whenever he could. It was sort of strange to think… how naturally you’d all formed an extended family around that babbling little bundle of joy, despite the fucked-up other side to all your relationships. It gave you hope for your step-sister’s child-to-be: that he or she might yet be able to live a relatively normal life. Raised by a whole collective of aunts and uncles… with no hint of what they all got up to, behind closed doors.

You said your hellos and put away the shopping. Not put out in the slightest by all the sexual activity you had to weave between. Every day was the same. This flat was simply a den of debauchery, and you’d feel strange if it ever seemed different. You’d cook dinner and then wash it down with the flavour of another penis or another, snuggled up with Terry as you each shared that perpetual task. Life was easy when all you had to look out for was the next lump of meat to grab hold of. Nothing was so cozy as feeling another cock you recognised slide inside you without a hint of friction or hesitation. That was the realisation you’d come to, in accepting this role in life forever. That was true happiness… for a little, crossdressing whore like you.