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Subject: {ASSM} Black Sheep by Evil Little Sister (m/f, f/f, Incest, Etc)
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Black Sheep

Copyright 2007 Evil Little Sister Heavy Industries all rights
reserved. Intended for Adults Only.
Story Codes: m/f, f/f, Incest, Etc
Synopsis: Why is Tequila Tequila the way she is? How come her fourteen
year old sister Sammie is still a preteen? Why is her oldest brother
wearing a clown suit? And if the twins are getting married, why are
they having sex in the kitchen? This story endeavors to answer all of
those questions and ask even more.

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Black Sheep
by
Evil Little Sister


"What are you doing?" I frowned at my brother, although it was fairly
obvious.

"Oh...Uh...Shit..." He jerked and hastened to cover his swollen member,
although I'd seen it a thousand times before. Everyone had.

"Stories now?" I shook my head and I couldn't see the appeal of
reading someone else's fantasies.

"I was just uh, voting...." He cleared his throat and blinked at me with
his rheumy eyes.

"Voting?" I rolled my eyes. "I didn't even know you can read."

"Well, I can read a little." He said. "Mostly I just, um...I like to
give these people ones."

"You don't actually read the stories?" I looked at him, trying to
understand. "You just give them the lowest possible score because..."

"Because uh, well...I..."

"You're a fucking moron, I know." I laughed and he reddened a little
more. "You better get ready, my friends are coming over pretty soon."

"Awww...Tequila, do I have to?" He whined, the way he does.

"I promised, remember?" I put my hands on my hips and stared at him
until he lowered his gaze. "Besides, maybe you'll find a girlfriend
today."

"Really?" He glanced up quickly with a little hope flickering across
his bland features.

"No." I giggled. "Look at you. You're thirty-four years old,
hopelessly out of shape with that rootbeer belly of yours; bowlegged,
pigeon-toed and cross-eyed. You're little wee-wee is smaller than my
thumb and you're stupid and ugly too."

We didn't actually know how old he was, but that number was handy so I
used it. He wasn't going to argue anyway, he wasn't the sort of
creature who could contradict a real person to her face, no matter
what outrageous thing she might say. He had a genuine fear of women;
sort of a love-hate thing that stemmed from nursing on the neighbor's
bitch as an infant. So far as babysitters went, I guess a dog wasn't
bad, but then again, I wouldn't really know either.

"Yeah, but..." He made a face, trying to come up with something clever
to balance the equation.

"But what?" I waited.

"Nothing." He sighed.

"That's what I thought." I nodded. "So hurry up and get in your clown
suit, I told all my friends Bobo was going to be here today."

"Awww...Bobo? Again?" My brother stuck out his bottom lip, as if it made
him look like he was pouting somehow.

"Yeah, Bobo." I nodded seriously. "It's the only thing you're almost
good at."

"I'm good at giving ones too." He retorted, looking at his computer
screen.

"That's the same thing, bonehead." I walked away.

My brother wasn't always big, dumb, and ugly. He was actually small,
dumb, and ugly as a child and the rest of us kids, his younger
brothers and sisters, grew up thinking he was just a weird reptile.
Seriously, I think it was about the time I turned twelve or so that I
realized he was actually some sort of human. That was pretty weird and
my little sister Sammie still didn't believe it, even though she was
fourteen already. She looked about 12 though because she'd stopped
growing one day, for no reason at all.

I was sixteen. My brother Paul was seventeen and our oldest sister
Rebecca was his twin. Bobo the Clown was thirty-four, give or take a
few years, and nobody was quite sure where he'd come from, or how to
send him back. Paul had tried mailing him to Botswana once, but the
mailman just shook his head and walked by. He wasn't going to get near
a lumpy package like that. One theory we had was that Bobo was really
our grandfather, but for the life of me I couldn't imagine any woman
letting the man stick anything of his inside her, and neither of our
parents resembled him very much. In fact, nobody resembled him, except
Spongebob Squarepants, sorta. They were both yellow anyway, although
our brother had jaundice probably, or maybe malaria, it was hard to
tell and I'm no veterinarian.

"Oh god, Paul!" I heard Rebecca moaning as I made my way towards the
kitchen and I just shook my head.

"Are you guys fucking...Again?" I turned the corner and sure enough,
Paul had his twin sister bent over the breakfast counter and he was
sliding his massive cock in and out of her hungry pussy.

"She bet me I couldn't do a hundred sit-ups in less than two minutes."
Paul chuckled.

He paused with his cock pulled back; so that just the smooth head was
lodged between our sister's stretched labia. It made my mouth water
just looking at that big slab of man meat sandwiched between Rebecca's
pale thighs. I'd lost that same bet the night before and I was still a
little tender from the fucking Paul had given me, but not so bad as
Sammie. She was tiny and I'd gotten the idea from her when she'd lost
on Thursday after school. We did that a lot, us three sisters,
stealing ideas from each other so that Paul would have an excuse to
fuck our brains out.

"Now she's...Ugh..." He slammed his cock deep, making Becky squeal with
painful pleasure. "...A sore loser!"

"Well, you better pull out." I told him. "She's probably ovulating."

"She shoulda...aghhh...fuck...thought of that...ughhh...before!" Paul grinned at
me and slapped Becky's ass hard.

"Hey!" Becky gasped, but she was smiling and her feet were off the
floor, kicking happily as her pussy wolfed down that big dick.

"I'm serious, if she's pregnant when mom and dad get back from their
vacation..." I sometimes thought I was the only one with a shred of
common sense in my family.

"D-Don't stop...Fuck me...Oh god...Fuck a baby in me!" Becky wasn't helping.

"Did you hear me?" I frowned.

"I'm almost there, sis!" Paul was fucking her hard, and why wouldn't
he?

Becky was seriously hot, all my dyke friends thought so, along with
everyone else in town. She was like five foot ten or something equally
ridiculous, really tight with narrow round hips and a hard pert butt.
She was toned and if she'd been a boy she'd have had some real
muscles, like Paul did. That guy was ripped and he could do a thousand
sit-ups if he wanted to, and it just goes to show what good genes will
do for you.

As opposed to our oldest brother, the one voting illiterate clown, who
had only like fourteen and half chromosomes or something. He was
mostly frog, I think, and I remembered the time I'd brought him to
show and tell, asking my kindergarten classmates to guess what my
brother was. The teacher got mad when my brother ate all the chalk and
jerked off in her waste basket. We couldn't bring him to school
anymore after that.

"We'll...Ugh!! Just blame...Bobo!" Paul grinned and grunted.

"No! Ohhh fuck me up!!" Becky was screaming.

Anyway, the twins were fucking and they were beautiful with their
auburn hair, Rebecca's long and Paul's short, their forest green eyes,
and wonderfully attractive faces. Paul looked slightly effeminate, the
same way Rebecca almost looked a little boyish; but seriously, they
were the two best looking people anyone knew and the fact that they
were engaged to be married as soon as they graduated high school only
broke a lot of hearts in our small town.

Oh! Not to each other of course, that would be incest...No, Paul was
getting married to his girlfriend, a French exchange student named
Lisa Pavageau who was over here for eleventh grade. Twelfth grade too,
most likely. She was only sixteen, like me, but I guess in France it's
perfectly okay for girls her age to get engaged. At least when they're
pregnant or something. When she called her parents on the phone to
give them the big news, her father was so happy that he told her she
could just stay in America forever.

Rebecca got engaged at seventeen, actually just a month ago now, and
it was really quite the sensation. It wasn't so much her age that
people fussed over, as it was her fiancé's, and of course the odd fact
that besides being fifty-nine years old, Father Duncan had been the
priest who baptized Rebecca as a baby. As soon as my sister graduated
high school the old man was going to give up his sacred vows and stand
on the other side of the alter, which was pretty neat in my opinion.
At least Becky could be sure she was getting a virgin on her wedding
night, I think. You never know with a priest, I suppose, but we were
all glad that he was at least a confirmed heterosexual.

The whole town was happy about that, so no one was raising too much of
a ruckus and attendance was up at mass these days. Everyone wanted to
see the lucky SOB who was going to be fucking my sister every night,
because she didn't put out for just anyone, no way. She fucked my
brother, of course, since they'd basically been sleeping together
since they were conceived. She fucked me too, but only cause Rebecca
is a serious subbie slut if you know which buttons to push, but other
than a few of my dyke tyke friends, that was about it.

Our baby sister Sammie, on the other hand, she'd fuck anything with
less than five legs, except our oldest brother. Nobody wanted to fuck
that clown. Everyone else was fair game though and little Sammie
bagged her limit every night, believe me. She really was a diagnosed
and confirmed nymphomaniac and she even took pills for it, but they
didn't work. I suspected they were just a placebo anyway, since her
therapist really liked banging the fuck out of my little sister
between two and three every Wednesday afternoon. The problem wasn't in
Sammie's head, that was for sure, it was between her legs.

I knew because I had to drive her to her appointments usually, since I
was low girl on the totem pole. I'd sit in the waiting room, reading
an old copy of Cosmo, listening to Sammie yelling "Fuck me, daddy!" at
the top of her lungs. The receptionists, a younger woman named Ruthie
would blush and rub herself off while I pretended not to notice. She
was the doctor's daughter and had her own Freudian issues, I was sure.

At three o'clock on the button, the door would open and Sammie would
come staggering out, all bow-legged with her shaggy blonde hair mussed
up beyond belief. Her eyes glazed and her small pouting lips curled
into a languid smile. She'd giggle and rub her tummy maybe, smoothing
her little catholic schoolgirl uniform, and wiping up some of the
sticky remains of her therapy. She'd get a Tootsie-Pop from Ruthie,
the one the woman had been using on herself, which was our little
secret, Ruthie and me, and that would be that.

At least until we got to the car. Being nine tenths lesbian the way I
am, Sammie was always willing to take advantage of me. And so she'd
spread her legs and crook her finger, giving me her sexy come-hither
look while she licked her cunt flavored lollipop, and I was helpless
around her, I admit it. Sammie used me like an old dishtowel, but if
Paul and Rebecca were in love with each other, Sammie was the love of
my life, and she knew it.

She'd have me eating that old shrink's fresh sperm out of her pussy
right there in the parking lot, on my knees on the asphalt, smothering
myself on her fourteen year old preteen cunt while protestors watched
and cheered me on. There was an abortion clinic in the same building
and so they loved seeing a little lesbian action, especially since I
was sucking virile sperm out of my sister's fertile twat. I was the
poster girl for the Moral Minority and they'd wanted me to work their
fund-raiser kissing both at the county fair last year, but all I
wanted to do was live in Sammie's vagina.

I loved the way she tasted; I mean the girl tasted like honey from the
comb, with just a dash of lemon juice. Mostly hot and sweet, but with
a little tang to keep it honest, and even a big boat load of salty
semen couldn't hide the rich flavor of Sammie's orgasms. She came a
lot and she was a little squirter too, so I always started with her
thighs cause they were invariably soaked. I loved Sammie and she
really made me wish I was a boy sometimes, just so I could feel her
all hot and tight and wrapped around my sex.

She's so small too, I just wanted to break her sometimes, and that was
the thing with Sammie - She's tough. She can take it. Like our
brother's cock, I mean it's a good nine inches long probably, maybe
more, and he'd been feeding it to Sammie's little pussy since she
turned twelve and it became obvious she wasn't gonna grow anymore. Not
all of it at first, you know, but after awhile she could take every
last inch and now he really had to punch fuck her if Paul wanted to
make a point. He loved her though, naturally, and he never tried to
hurt her or anything...He just wanted to make her squeal the way Becky
did when she was twelve.

I'm kind of the dark sheep of the family, but only because I want to
be. I mean every family has to have one and Paul and Rebecca are
beautiful, Sammy is a nympho, Bobo is whatever he is, and so that left
me with being the bad girl. I don't mind it so much. I get to stay out
late and swear a lot and when someone is doing something stupid I get
to tell them. It's a pretty good job really and once I got a
reputation, well it just feeds itself pretty much; I hardly have to do
anything anymore.

I'm a little bigger than Sammie, who is small and delicate, sort of
elfin really, with her blonde hair and non-existent tits. She stopped
growing when she was eleven, we all think, and there's a medical term
for that, but I forget what it is. We just call it Sammie Syndrome
when people ask. Anyway, she wasn't too thrilled at first, but now
she's pretty happy about it. She never gets a period, for one thing,
and there's like a zillion guys who just want to fuck eleven year old
girls for some reason. It's so weird and she's sort of like Karl's
erstwhile brother said: Sammie doesn't want to fuck anyone who'd want
to fuck her, since she's just a little kid...But then her nymphomania
kicks in and it's all okay again.

All my friends want to fuck her, mostly cause she looks like a little
Barbie Doll, if they made "Child Porn-Star Barbie" you know? She's not
into girls at all though, except getting her pussy sucked after a good
fuck, and Sammie always wants me to do it, since I love her and all.
It's like she punishes me with the reward or something. She talks
dirty too! Good grief that little girl has a nasty mouth when she
fucks! She's a total Domme Bitch and when she's a little older, like
twenty maybe, but still looking eleven of course, she's going to be
insanely fun! I can hardly wait! I already told her I'd be her pussy
slave forever if she'd let me, but Sammie just laughs and slaps my
face and tells me I missed a spot.

What a tease.

That's my problem, and my talent I guess, being a switch. I can Top or
bottom, it doesn't really matter to me, so long as it's fun. It makes
me real popular at parties, as you can imagine. That and the fact that
I'm pretty smart. A lot of people are smart, that isn't really a big
thing, but a lot of people don't express it well either. I'm pretty
quick mentally, with a good memory and an agile wit, plus I'm a real
people person. I like people, seriously, and I like talking to them.
It's almost as much fun as fucking, so whenever possible I like to
combine them, you know? Conversational sex is great. That's why they
invented the telephone, probably. I have one of those hands-free
wireless headsets in my bedroom and that was the best thirty bucks I
ever spent!

Anyway, being the black sheep like I am, it sorta happens I look like
a black sheep too. Not African black, more like Latina black, which is
more like a nice hot cup of coffee with a little non-dairy creamy in
it. I'm seriously caffeinated and very sweet too. Don't doubt it. We
think my exotic looks come from a repressed gene on my father's side
of the family, but it's hard telling for sure. Our mom and dad do
travel a lot and often, and so it's entirely possible some bullfighter
in Madrid took a little run at momma's eggs on her honeymoon. That's
what I like to blame it on. Dad blames it on tequila and that's not
just my first name, it's my middle name too, by the way. Tequila
Tequila, that's me, and it's pretty cool. I got that name cause I'm a
double shot straight up, according to dad. But he's teasing when he
says that, he knows I'm as queer as Elton John's pet hairdresser.

So my skin is brown and my hair is black. I got a cute nose and
generous smile, everybody likes my smile, and my ass too. I have a
killer butt, seriously, it's always getting me in trouble. I have kind
of a hard body, you know, because I'm a lesbian and all. A little bull
dyke, cause of my matador father maybe, and I like to wear leather and
I got piercings everywhere. Ears, nose, lip, tongue, the hood of my
clit, my belly button. I got my ass pierced when I was eleven, but
that was by a cop downtown when I got picked up for shoplifting a 36
inch double dong out of the town's only adult bookstore. It was bigger
than I was, but I've never been an underachiever, until now that is.

Anyway, that crime dog...He fucked my ass hard when he found out it was
the day before my birthday, cause he had a thing for eleven year olds
I guess. Twelve year olds turned him off he said, cause they're "...too
old." And then he threw me in a small cell with a big black woman
named Doris who taught me the finer points of being a dyke daddy's
little muffin, since I was just eleven like I said and doing hard
time. Any time is hard when you're in 5th grade.

I was a little reluctant at first, but after Doris kicked my ass for
awhile, I saw the light. My parents left me there for three days, you
know, so I'd be 'scared straight' but all I really got was blisters on
my tongue after Doris traded me to a gang of Vietnamese prostitutes
for a pack of Kools and dildo made out of soap.

That was pretty much the best three days of my life and I came out of
the closet on the drive home, telling my parents I was seriously gay.
Well, I didn't say gay, I told them I was a cunt hungry pussy slut,
the way Doris had taught me to say it, you know, with a little growl.
But they got the idea and told me it was okay, so long as I was happy
and didn't steal anymore stuff.

Since I'd spent my birthday in jail with Doris, and that was actually
cool cause I could say I spent a year in jail, even though it was just
three days, except I went in when I was eleven and got out when I was
twelve so I let people assume, anyway...Being my birthday and all, mom
and dad asked me what I wanted and that was how I got my first tattoo,
cause you can't go to prison without getting a tat, you know?

It was pretty awesome being the first girl in fifth grade with a
tattoo.

I got a little cherry with a knife through it, dripping blood. There's
a wavy ribbon banner sorta thing that says "Doris" on it, just cause I
always want to remember the person who broke my cherry, see? She's
special in my heart and stuff, like Byron says in Don Juan. It's right
on the inside of my left thigh, really close to my pussy too, and it
hurt a lot, but now everyone who ever goes down on me will know who
got there first.

It's super cool looking and everytime I get a new girlfriend, first
thing she has to do is kiss Doris and give the woman her props, even
though I have no idea whatever happened to her. It isn't important
though, it's the idea that matters, like Thomas Aquinas said. Or if
you haven't read "On Being and Essence", and seriously, you ought to,
then, well...Never mind. Thomas Aquinas suffered from priapism, as we
all know, and it was an obvious influence. Did you know that? I'll try
to use smaller words in the future; I just made a bet with the chick
writing this that I could find a way to say it and then she'd have to
write it down. Now she has to give me a seriously hot sex scene with
Sammie later.

Back to the twins fucking.

"Oh, let them have their fun." I heard Sammie giggling and I hadn't
noticed her sitting on the floor by the refrigerator.

"What are you doing?" I stared at my little sister, watching as she
rubbed a stick of butter over her hairless preteen pussy.

"Making popcorn." She smiled at me and that was what we called jilling
off in front of other people, or even in front of each other, just
cause it sounded funny.

"Oh yeah?" I licked my lips and I swear, Sammie has the most beautiful
pussy in the world. If I die and I get reincarnated, I want to come
back as her clitoris.

"Uh-Huh..." She nodded slowly. "...You wanna taste it?"

"Mmmm..." I was already getting on my hands and knees like the little
pussy bitch I was.

"I got it all hot 'n buttery for you." Sammie bit her bottom lip and
shoved that stick of golden butter inside her pussy slowly, sort of
turning it this way and that and it really was melting inside her.

"Okay." I breathed, licking my lips and crawling across the linoleum
floor towards my sister's wide spread legs.

"Oops!" My sister giggled as the butter disappeared completely, her
pink little hole closing up behind it. "Can you get it back out for
me?"

"Oh yeah...Uh-Huh..." I found her left foot with my mouth, her tiny toes
wriggling as I kissed and licked them tenderly, taking them between my
lips one at a time.

"Ohhhh...I like that..." Sammie was smiling, staring at me as I opened my
mouth wider, taking all five of her toes into my mouth, washing her
dirty foot with my tongue.

"You're a good little doggy, aren't you?" Sammie sighed, bringing her
other foot close so I could bathe that one too.

"Woof!" I barked playfully, sucking her right foot now, while my evil
little sister put her right foot in my hair, wiping my saliva off
while she rubbed my head with it.

Behind us Paul was still fucking Rebecca and I could hear my sister
moaning as she had another orgasm. All of us girls were multi-
orgasmic, but Sammie was the worst, or the best, depending on how you
looked at it. I mostly just had one or two really good ones during
sex, unless it was particularly bad, then I wouldn't have any. But if
the sex was awesome then yeah, I could cum like six times real fast
and throw a fit. Rebecca was kind of in the middle, she'd orgasm like
six times, but she got the full ride, up and down, up and down, which
was probably a lot of fun. At least she could catch her breath in
between gushing, you know? When Sammie started cumming, it was lights
out. She'd orgasm until she passed out and the first time I'd seen her
do that I was a little freaked cause I thought I'd broken her or
something.

"Get up here and suck my cunt now." Sammie said, having had enough
foreplay, and I was only too happy to oblige, quickly realizing that
later meant right fucking now. Thanks rache.

Sammie's hands went to my head as she pulled my mouth to her sex. She
was smooth as silk and hot, like a candle beneath my tongue as I
licked all around her soft wet gash. I could taste the butter, for
sure, but mostly I tasted Sammie and it was making my heart go like
crazy, the blood rushing in my ears. Jesus, I love Sammie's cunt. I
mean, I love it like other people love money. I wanted to possess it,
you know? But in my fervent desire it was her pussy that possessed me.
It made me do stupid things, like my IQ dropped a hundred points
suddenly, and I was stuttering muffled words of devoted love into my
sister's slutty slit.

"Shut the fuck up, Lizzie!" Sammie yanked my head up, slapping me hard
across my left cheek.

SLAP!!

"T-T-Thank you...M-Mistress..." I gasped, feeling my cheeks burn and my
eyes fill with tears.

"God, what a dyke!" Sammie laughed and pulled me back down, lifting
her boyish hips so she could grind her puffy preteen vulva against my
mouth. "Get that butter out of there, cunt face!"

I should have expected what was going to happen, but even if I had, it
wouldn't have changed anything. Sammie was holding my head tightly,
her small fists pulling hard at my hair, and then I felt my brother
behind me. Paul knew better than to dump his creamy load inside Becky
and try and blame it on our missing link brother, so he was going to
use me for birth control. I was the black sheep anyway, so everyone
expected me to get knocked up. I think my parents were vaguely worried
when I turned fifteen, and especially sixteen, without even a hint of
incestuous life growing in my little brown belly. They knew I played
for the other team, but still, Paul was hammering me three or four
times a week whether I wanted it or not.

When mom found my birth control pills stashed in my panty drawer,
there was hell to pay. I got grounded for a week, tied down to my bed
for most of it, and Paul fucked me like four times a day. That wasn't
my punishment though. My parents decided it was time for our oldest
brother to become a man, but since that would require significant
expense and not a little experimental treatment at a research facility
in Sweden, they figured he could just fuck me and that would at least
solve his compulsive masturbation problem for a day or two. Luckily
for me, the one voting invertebrate took one look at me, all bound and
gagged and spread eagle ready for his miniscule penis, and he shot off
immediately, spewing his DNA deficient seed all over his misshapen
toes.

Not just the first time either, but everytime Bobo entered the room.
It was like magic. He'd take two steps into my bedroom and then double
over in pain as his testicle, and he only has one, would just explode.
He tried to fuck me anyway, but much to my relief he couldn't get his
shriveled up little pee-pee inside me. It just kind of rubbed me a
little and I ended up getting treated for some sort of rash about
three days later. We never did figure out what that was, but the
doctor suspected I was allergic to Bobo and so he's not allowed to
touch me anymore.

By now, I'd been off my birth control for a couple months and so Paul
was using me for a cum dump every chance he got. I'd already given up
on trying to protect my womb though, I mean the one little part of me
that wasn't queer was hot for my brother's huge cock, so it wasn't
like I was going to give that up just because I was fertile. It was
just his friends I wasn't too sure of. They were all high school
seniors and jocks, for one thing, and me being a lesbian stoner like I
was, well it was like painting a big bull's eye on my ass. Like I
said, my ass gets me in serious trouble all the time and getting gang-
raped in the boys locker room every other day was kind of annoying.

The good thing was though that all those guys wanted to see their
cheerleader girlfriends having lesbian sex. So usually there were a
couple girls there too, laughing at me mostly, you know, being all
uppity and shit cause they're cheerleaders and super popular and all
that. Rebecca was one of the worst too, being the head cheerleader
like she was. She always got off on watching me get raped by eight or
nine big sweaty football players, but only because she knew that I'd
make her pay for it later. I'd beat her ass raw when we got home and
make her drink my piss. My friends' piss too, sometimes, if I was in a
sharing mood. Rebecca is a serious piss slut and I think all those
pristine cheerleading cunts are, but they pretend like they're all
disgusted by breathing the same air as a criminal lezzie cunt like me.

Hypocrites.

As soon as one of their jock boyfriends makes one of those bitches sit
on my face, and they get tongue fucked by another girl for the first
time, it's a different story. They go crazy riding my mouth while some
so-called stud is fucking his thick fuck tube into my squishy cunt. I
can suck pussy like it's Armageddon outside and you'd be amazed how
many of those girls slip me their phone numbers, begging me to call
them so I can eat their pussies again. Only privately though, you
know, because they can't be seen actually talking to a lesser mortal
like me. It would almost be discouraging if the pussy wasn't so damn
good, because you know I call them. That's the best part, calling some
bimbo cheerleader, who thinks she's straight. The girl telling herself
that getting her pussy sucked by a little dyke like me doesn't make
her queer, and then arranging to meet her with all the little stupid
promises they have to have.

"You won't tell anyone?" Hot little varsity cheerleader Katie asks,
her whispered voice trembling with fear.

"Of course not." I reassure her gently.

"If my parents..." She's cupping the phone close to her mouth. "...if they
find out that I let you...Do that...Thing..."

"Suck your sweet little pussy?" I giggle lightly.

"Y-Yeah..." She's breathing hard. "..If anyone finds out, they'll think
that I'm...I'm...You know..."

"You're not gay, Katie." I tell her. "You've got a boyfriend, right?"

"Yeah, I do." She's nodding through the phone.

"And you love him, don't you?" I ask softly.

"Oh yeah, we're going get married and..." She swallows hard then.

"Then you're not a lesbian at all, you just need to feel good." I say.
"That's all."

"Yeah...That's all. Getting my vagina kissed..."

"Getting your cunt sucked?" I giggle.

"Y-yeah...My C-Cunt..."

"That doesn't make you queer." I sigh, taking the burden for her. "It
makes me queer, that's all."

"I know, yeah, you're a...a...one of those..."

"I'm a dyke, Katie." I remind her. "I'm a cunt hungry dyke, not you."

"Yeah." She replies.

"And I love kissing your pretty pussy, licking all up and down your
hot slit, Katie. Mmmm...Nibbling those fat little lips you got down
there, sucking your clit...Remember how I did it before? I love sucking
your hard clitty."

"Oh God..."

"Are you getting wet? Are you thinking about putting your pussy on my
mouth? Feeling my long tongue inside you, fucking you with it? You're
boyfriend doesn't do that, does he? But I will, Katie. I'll tongue
your sexy hole until you cum in my mouth. I'll drink you're hot juices
while you cum all over my face."

"Ohhh...Please..."

"Please what, Katie? Please stop? You don't want me to tell you how
much I want to chew your pussy lips, bite them real softly like I did
before? Remember that? How I pulled your lips into my mouth, just
sucking and chewing until you were begging me to lick your hard little
clitty? Do you want me to stop?"

"N-No...I want you to do it..."

"I want to do it, Katie. I want to love your pussy all night long,
okay? Just me and you, it'll be our secret, I swear. Nobody will ever
know that you let me drink your sweet cum, okay? Just meet me at the
elementary school, behind it by the playground, nobody will see us
there. I'll do anything you want me to. I love you, Katie."

"Really? Y-Yeah...Okay...An hour, okay? Is that okay?"

"Uh-huh. Don't be late...And don't wear any panties, alright?" I giggle.
"They'll just get in the way."

"Oh! Okay." Katie Macken, senior cheerleader and straight as an arrow,
is seriously in need of a good pussy sucking and she's rubbing her
pussy right now thinking about what's gonna happen in an hour.

Of course it isn't right, a girl like me being used by a girl like her
that way, especially after the way Katie was urging her boyfriend to
fuck me hard down in that locker room the other day. The bitch telling
the boy to knock me up good and send my brown ass home with a bastard
in my slut belly. So I get my girls together, my three best friends,
Jen, Tiff, and Tina, find a little rope and by the time were done
tying Katie down spread eagle on the merry-go-round, the cherry bitch
finally figures out that she's going to be the happy victim of a good
old fashioned lesbian cluster fuck.

"Oh God! No...Please! I'm a virgin!" Katie cries while Tina strokes her
big black cock, a ten inch strap-on that's seen more pussy than my gym
teacher.

"Maybe if you suck our pussies good, I won't fuck you." Tina says.

She used to be a cheerleader too, junior varsity, until she tried
kissing another girl in the showers after practice one day. Tina is so
gay she doesn't believe in men. She thinks they're a myth and if a boy
says something she can't hear him, or even see him really, they're
just invisible obstacles in her life. It's weird and some people think
she's faking, but she isn't. Her senses just don't register boys for
some reason. It makes life surprisingly hard for her actually. But she
is so fucking hot!

Like real tall with big firm tits and a body that was just made to be
fucked. Tina's seriously delicious and I'd know because I've had her
every way you can imagine and probably a lot of ways you can't. That
girl just won't say no. I mean I packed her ass with grape jelly one
day, really fucking it into her too with her own strap-on, and then I
had her shit it onto some bread and eat it. Well, we all ate it, so
maybe that isn't the best example, but you know what I mean. Red heads
are like that though; they'll do anything if you dare them.

"I...I can't do that!" Katie has to gasp, like she thought we'd tied her
down just so we could spin her around really fast and laugh when she
got dizzy.

"I got first dibs on her face!" I say, since it was my plan that got
her there and I'm climbing all over beautiful Katie's mouth. I didn't
wear panties either.

The cheerleader shakes her head at first, jerking her whole body, so I
put my asshole over her nose and cover her mouth with my pussy until
she's not fighting me anymore, she's fighting for air. That usually
works pretty good and I sigh happily when I feel that girl's tongue
take a tentative lick and then another. I reward her, lifting myself
up and grinning at my friends and then Katie is licking me nice.
Cheerleaders. What a bunch of pussies. Doris had to kick my ass for
forty minutes before I gave in and sucked her pussy hard and I was
only eleven. I have seventeen year old Katie licking me after about
three minutes and that's when Tina fucks her.

"Mmmpphhh!!!??" Katie really jerks then because the last thing she
expected was getting ten inches of lifelike dildo rammed up her virgin
pussy with one really hard push and she is a virgin too...Or was, I
should say.

"Holy shit!" Tina laughs as she draws her cock back and it's streaked
red.

"Jesus, she was cherry!" Tiffany giggles and she's down there quick to
take a lick and then a long suck at Katie's snatch.

Tiff's a total Goth vampire wannabe and blood just pushes her go
button like you wouldn't believe. She's sucking Katie's pussy like
someone sewed their lips together and all Tina can do is stroke her
red wet dildo and wait. Or maybe not, since Tiffany is seriously hot,
all pale white and long black hair and ruby lips. You know the type,
like they made a million of those girls in some Chinese sweatshop and
sold them cheap at Walmart for Halloween.

Tiff's got her ass up too, wagging her tail like a dog and that's all
the invitation Tina needs. She's fucked all of us a zillion times with
her strap-on, so one more ain't gonna hurt and Tiff just moans as her
friend slides that long fat prick home in the girl's sloppy pussy.
They're going to have a nice long fuck too because getting your cherry
popped with a cock that big makes for a real bloody mess and Tiff
won't stop licking til the bitch is done bleeding, which means Tina
won't stop fucking either. Those two could be riding that merry-go-
round all fucking night!

Jen, my bestest friend, she's all about tits and Katie has some nice
ones. Sweet pink love apples with hard bubblegum nipples just begging
to be chewed and sucked and bitten until they're puffy and swollen up
about three times bigger than they ought to be. Blonde Jen is right
there and she popped every button on Katie's blouse and was biting
though the girl's bra until I found my blade and gave it to her.
Switchblades come in handy for all kinds of shit and I've given Jen
like six of them, but she'd lose her ass if it wasn't attached.

The good thing is that having her busted cherry sucked by the sixteen
year old Goth lesbian, who thinks she's a vampire, is just about one
of the best feelings in the world for a girl tied down on a merry-go-
round. And so Katie is calming down and sucking my pussy sweetly now,
like the latent lesbian femme she is. Having her nipples sucked and
chewed is helping the cause too and it kind of makes me frown, just
because I didn't really want Katie to have this much fun, but that's
life. You take the good with the bad and I'm grinding my pussy on her
tongue now, telling the stuck-up bitch to fuck me with it.

Katie will too, before were done she's going to suck all of us off, at
least once, and take that cock back in her pussy and then her asshole,
just so she'll never, ever forget who loves her. She's going to be a
little lesbian fuck toy for the rest of the night and you know what
the best part is? In a couple days, Katie's gonna call me up asking if
we can do it again. Fucking cheerleaders.

"Ohhh Fuck!" Paul is slamming my cunt hard! Jesus! Like he's trying to
get inside my cervix, which is a physical impossibility as a general
rule, unfortunately. I'd kinda like to feel that at least once.

Mostly he just batters the shit out of the bottom of my cunt so I can
barely walk for three days afterwards. I swear, I drop Tylenols like
Peanut M&M's after he fucks me and if it wasn't for the fact that
Sammie's holding my mouth on her hot buttered cunt, I'd probably try
and get away from the prick. Fun is fun, but getting hammered like
that? Give me a break...I'm a lesbian, remember? Toys, not boys, that's
my motto. Still, my clit is buzzing pretty good and my slick cunt is
squeezing my brother's cock like I want to keep it inside forever. I'm
squirming and my ass is clenched tight and his fingers are digging
into my hips. It's a good fuck and that ten percent of me that isn't
queer is getting off on the abuse big time.

My incestuous rape fantasy is alive and well and he's so close to
cumming now, Paul's not even pulling back anymore. He's got his cock
deep, right there against the soft bottleneck leading to my fertile
womb and just moving around, pushing and stabbing and working his hips
around sweetly, and then he grunts and right then Sammie lifts my head
by my hair.

"Hey Lizzie!" She's smiling into my eyes. "You feel it?"

"Ohhh fuck! I'm cumming!" Paul groans loudly and Becky cheers, sucking
down some Frapple from the fridge while she reaches for the egg timer.

"Y-Yeah..." I gasp, licking my lips and nodding my head and I can feel
my brother's huge cock shooting off deep, jets of hot sperm splashing
against my cervix and seeping inside my uterus.

"Good." Sammie giggles. "Have some more popcorn and make me cum this
time, lezbo."

Fwop-Fwop-Fwop

"Hey! What're you guys doin?" Big clown feet slap the linoleum and our
mutant one voting brother smells butter. "It smells like butter in
here...Ohhh...Uhhh...Oh! Shit..."

Bobo looks down all red faced and frowning and we all know he just
made a mess in his big silk clown suit.

"Awww...Bobo...You retard!" Rebecca giggles.

I'm too busy to care though, since my little fourteen year old preteen
sister is shoving my face back down to her slippery bald cunt. I'm
shoving my tongue in there deep too, feeling that half-melted stick of
butter and I tongue it, closing my lips over her hole and sucking
until my face turns scarlet trying to get it out. And all the while my
cunt is soaking in my brother's sperm while he plays with my ass and
shakes his head at Bobo. And we're all waiting for that little bell on
the egg timer to ring before he pulls his dick out of me. My eggs have
to cook in his sperm for fifteen minutes every time. He's gonna make
sure I have some bad news to tell our parents when they get home,
cause that's what the black sheep of the family is for.


end
To Be Continued with the same characters, but in a way different
story...Some day.

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