Story: The Community Slut (18 +) - Season 1 - Episode 20

4 years ago

Story: The Community Slut (18 +) - Season 1 - Episode 20

This fateful Saturday that broadened my Sekxual horizon, I had done all my chores for the day, given my uncle and cousin breakfast and also had mine. My uncle had as usual gone out and soon afterwards, Paul left too. I was the only one at home and I decided to give myself a treat by taking a shower in my aunt’s bathroom. I really luxuriated in the shower and took my time inspecting my K!ttyC@t as my uncle had Forked me thrice before daybreak. He still used me bareback and despite all the cleaning up I did, there was still residue of his Pour in my K!ttyC@t. my K!ttyC@t lips were all swollen up and puffy and very sensitive. Each time I touched the lips to clean it further, I would m0an softly as my touch on the sensitive flesh sent tingles down my spine. Soon I was as horny as Shtt and wanted relief again. I had only Pour during the last round as my uncle always spilled his load before I was ready to explode and got off me without a touch.

So I took my aunt’s good ol hair brush and proceeded to Fork myself with it right inside her bathroom to a well-deserved and explosive orgasm. An hour later I stepped out of the shower feeling positively rejuvenated and more alive. I dressed in my usual hand-me-down dress and locked the door to the house, going to uncle Gboyega’s house. I hadn’t seen him in a while and just wanted to make sure he was okay. He wasn’t at home however as the gate to his house was locked. So I made my way to uncle Emeka’s. There I met uncle Emeka’s friend who told me that uncle Emeka had gone out and wouldn’t be back until later in the evening, that he was just about to come and tap on our gate when he saw me coming in. soon I was helping him to make breakfast and while he was eating I sat down to watch the football match he had been watching before I came in. After he was done eating, he sat on the couch and called me over and when I got there and made to sit down beside him, he pulled me unto his lap (he has a fixation for me sitting on his thighs).

We sat like that for many minutes and I was content to be there and for us to be just like that as I didn’t think that I had the capacity for any Fork after the ones my uncle had given me. After several minutes in this position, uncle Emeka’s friend began playing with my b0s0m, squeezing and fondling and pinching the Tips which soon became as hard as stone. I moulded my body tightly to his huge frame as he played the piano with my b0s0m. I pressed my body into his as much as I could. Then his other hand started playing with my thighs, drawing patterns on my thighs and all the while running a commentary for me on the football match that was been played. I just purred and sighed as I didn’t hear a single word but was focused on my own pleasure. Soon his hand on my thigh had moved upwards in slow painful pleasing patterns that had me m0an!ng, soon that hand and its fingers were doing havoc to my K!ttyC@t as he pinched my cl!t and probed the inside of my hole in quick succession.

Just when I was about to Pour, however, there was movement at the door as if someone was about to open it from the outside. In panic, I made to quickly stand up from his laps to sit on the chair but his left hand gripped my waist tightly preventing any motion from me. I struggled in blind panic but his grip was too firm and I opened my eyes wide in consternation as uncle Emeka strode in through the door. I felt my face heat all over in shame to be caught in such a compromising position by uncle Emeka. I still remember uncle Emeka’s friend commanding me not to tell him what transpires between us and here was the same friend preventing my sitting properly and uncle Emeka seeing his friends big meaty fingers buried in my K!ttyC@t and my K!ttyC@t juice coating his hand. My body was lewdly displayed before him and anyone coming with him. My b0s0m were heaving and the Tips taut and erect, my thighs wide open and the man’s fingers buried inside my splayed legs. It was a sight to behold. I couldn’t look uncle Emeka in the face as he came in and locked the door behind him.

‘Oh, the Sluut is here’ I heard him say to my shock as he came to us on the couch and grabbed one of my b0s0m. I gasped in shock not just at the touch of his hand but also at the tone of his voice. There was no surprise, no rage. In fact there was an air of expectancy, as if nothing untoward had happened between his friend and I or better still as if it was no surprise for him to see us like that. Me being played like a piano by his friend, my genitals displayed for all to see and use.