Shatter

Mila has you lie down on your back on the table with your head past the edge so it falls back. You open your mouth and welcome her cock into your throat as she straddles your face. You hear the creak of the door opening and closing. You can hear and feel footsteps walking towards you from the door.

“Damn, Mila, where’d you find her? What’s your sluts name?” I hear Wicandar ask.

Knowing that the hands now groping you and exploring your body were your uncle, Wicandar’s, made you squirm in excitement and lust. His scruffy beard scraping along the soft, tender skin of your breasts as you pushes his lips around to suck and lick your nipple right after quickly pulling one of the clamps off.

Mila keeps gently rocking her thick cock in and out of your throat while your uncle pinches, slaps, bites, and gropes you all over while rubbing his hard cock between the cheeks of your ass. Suddenly, you feel a cool liquid squirt inside you, yet everywhere the liquid flows over it would instantly sting, then make that area warm, then hot. Your uncle's cock quickly replaced the void left after pulling out. His cock, however, also stung during entry, making you squirm uncomfortably. But as the immediate sting was almost just as immediately over and replaced with growing heat. Lust begins to leak as if about to burst.

Then burst it did as you felt a sudden rush of salacious waves crashing into every nook and cranny of your body, mind, and soul. You arch your back and gasp for air, finding yourself short of breath. You couldn’t breathe with Mila’s cock in you. You start tapping on her thigh. She pulls her cock out, and you gasp out loud. Her face moves into our vision. Your vision is shaking and twitching. Mila smiles. Her face disappears from view, but her purple cock returns. I open my mouth, and Mila wraps her fingers around my throat. As my uncle picks up speed and pounds my ass faster and faster, Mila meets his pace fucking my face in the same.

Getting spit-roasted on my back by Mila and my uncle while spun up with Shatter was an amazing pleasure-filled sensation. I was gagging and moaning... I was drooling, my face slimy from the facefucking that I was receiving. I was trying to meet every trust of my uncle's, wanting to feel his cock deeper and deeper inside me. First, I felt a shot of hot, creamy liquid being spread inside me and filling me up as my uncle’s body fell upon my belly. But before I could fully realize what had happened, and the sensations of it. I felt and tasted Mila giving me a mouthful of her cum. Mila pulls her cock out and tells me to keep my mouth open as she spits right into my mouth. I involuntarily let out a moan in pleasure.

I hear Mila tell my uncle to ask the slut where Ai’cila is after she leaves.

You close your eyes, hearing the door close. This is it, you think to yourself. You can feel your uncle walking towards the head of the table. You can feel him hovering over you.

A beat in silence goes by. Then another. And another.

Finally, the silence is broken with the sound of your name whispered from the breath of your uncle.

“Ai’cila?” Wicander whispers in shock.

You open your eyes and smile.

“Hi, Uncle Wicandar,” You sheepishly answer.

Morning was approaching fast, yet somehow an eternity was contained within that time. There were a lot of questions asked and a lot of answers given. sandwich between getting fucked like the slut you’ve always wanted him to fuck you as.