Chapter Sixty-Five

Boobs are proof men can focus on two things at once.

"What I'd like to have right now, is for all you fat, out of shape, Buckman sweathogs, keep the noise down while I take my robe off and show all the ladies what a real man looks like. Hit the music!" the Wrestler was enjoying being the center of attention while I sucked his cock.

There have been dozens of times this past week I have often thought I would freak out, scream, get so nervous that I’d barf, cry, or fly into a rage. The time I was tied up during Cowboys and Indians and undressed by boys my own age in the quarry pit, the time I had come out into the living room completely undressed when Savannah played a prank on me to convince me to do it, to the time I passed Life-Saver candies from my mouth to my Aunt’s and cousin’s for the amusement of Junior at the swimming pool for money.

It surprised me every time I managed to maintain some composure and bravely slog along to endure and face some new and painful humiliation. I had walked through a mall dressed like a slut, after sucking a man’s cock to get twenty dollars off shirts that said what a bitch I was.

I remembered how I’d actually giggled at the shock on his face when we teased him. I’ve been able to find the humor in all of this at times; and used it to help get me through when I probably might have cried or freaked out. The Wrestler certainly helped in that area, as I pumped his cock into my throat the way my Aunt had shown me to relax my throat muscles. I was surprised my technique had improved so much and that I was only hardly even choking and gagging. The Wrestler seemed to like the times he caused me to choke almost as much as the feel of my mouth around his fat dick.

"Some People Call Me an Irish Bastard, But NOT TO MY FACE!!” he grunted as he grabbed my hair and pulled me down onto his cock. I certainly had no idea what he was talking about and he had no Irish accent. It must have just been a wrestling-thing.

“Get your fingers off your pussy!” Ted surprised me. I had not realized I was frigging myself. I suppose on some level the fact I could cream and get sexual pleasure made enduring these degradations easier. I wasn’t enjoying sucking the cock of a guy easily fifteen years older than me in front of everyone. I could say playing with myself made it pleasurable though. I hadn’t even thought that fingering myself made it tolerable. The disturbing thing was I had just started fingering myself without thinking about it –what kind of disgusting sex-beast was I becoming?

“I am going to show you the rain maker,” Ted said, then instructed Savannah to get down on all fours behind me while I kneeled at the Wrestler’s cock. She begrudgingly did as she was told and he ordered my Aunt to get behind Savannah. Then he gave them one order “LICK!”

My skin crawled in anticipation of what was about to happen. I imagined Savannah scrunching her nose as she looked at my bald, shaved pussy with disdain for what she had to do and I assumed she would say, “Shit fire, no way! Sucking dick was part of the deal, not eating pussy! Y’all pre-verts.” But in moments, and without protest, I felt warm breath around my most private parts that were now exposed for anyone to see.

Moments later I felt the tenderness of a dainty wet intrusion between my legs and knew it was Savannah’s pink tongue that was painting my pussy lips with small brush strokes like a darting and dainty paint brush.

“Keep your god-damned grubby paws off your pussy or I’ll snap your fucking fingers off!” Ted slapped my ass hard. There was a playfulness to it and despite how sarcastic and serious he sounded – he giggled. I hadn’t even realized I had tried to start rubbing my clit again. I am not sure if I was more embarrassed to be naked and slapped, or that the men were all laughing at me now like I was truly a horny little nymphette who couldn’t stop touching herself.

“If you want me to blow a load in her mouth, gimmie a 'hell yeah!'” the wrestler raised his hands like a champion trying to rev up a crowd; but Ted told him to slow down and wait for the rain.

“You got it brother, I can do this all motherfucking day!” the wrestler grabbed the cheeks on my face and pinched them while staring down at me in the most condescending way. “You are a good little cocksucker, aren’t you?”

I hated having to answer yes, but I nodded dutifully and they chuckled more.

“Use smooth, steady, slow rhythmic licks. Slow and steady wins the race,” Ted coached Savannah to slow down as she darted her tongue in and out of me and all over.

“I don’t need no god-damned lessons in how to eat pussy, Sir!” Savannah spat out and went back to doing what she was doing.

“Show the stubborn bitch why I got you that tongue ring, Jigga-butt,” Ted ignored her quip and instructed my Aunt to out-perform her. I could only imagine that Crystal was now doing to Savannah what Savannah was doing to me, in a daisy chain like position with all three of us in a row. I heard the words “human centipede” and could imagine it, but with the Wrestler’s cock stuffed in my mouth – I could not turn around and look at the wicked scene of writhing naked bodies on all fours trailing behind me.

“Oh shit!” Savannah cooed with pleasure and immediately stopped going down on me. I could feel her warm breath just above my asshole and then I heard a hard slap on what I assumed was her perfect ass, followed by her immediately continuing licking me. This time she was going slow and in circles. I could have sworn she was writing out messages like “Fuck, I hate it but this feels good.” with her tongue on my pussy lips. I could have just been imagining that her soft, flat tongue was trying to tell me something – something I was thinking.

I felt my back arch and I heard Ted yell that I was almost there and for “the bitches to keep going!” I knew an orgasm was close and I was obviously showing the signs of quivering and shaking, but Ted was making me nervous by being so excited for me to cum – what was going on?

I could barely keep my mind on the world-class knob-job I was supposed to be giving to the Wrestler, much less analyze what might be going through Ted’s creepy, dark little mind. Savannah was taking a long slow tour around my labia and up to my clitoris with even a quick brush across my asshole on occasion – the saliva serving to send all sorts of signals to my brain and body that it was time to cum.

I couldn’t hold it any longer – I arched my back a second time as I felt this dare I say wonderful flow of pleasure flood up from my pussy, but this time I began to coo and mewl so much I unconsciously spat out the Wrestler’s cock. “GET IT BACK IN YOUR MOUTH, SHIT-FER-BRAINS!” Ted warned me but it was too late. I had begun orgasming uncontrollably and he was probably safer this way – I might have bit down.

He didn’t seem to mind because he ejaculated all over my face while fist-pumping and chest-beating, “WOOT, I'm the man of the hour, the man with the power, too sweet to be sour!"

I couldn’t be bothered with listening to him – I had my own raptured state of orgasmic bliss to enjoy and I felt my entire body tense and then it happened.

“RAIN MAKER!!!!!!” Ted shouted and I instantly knew what he was talking about. I heard Savannah curse me as I showered her face with my love-juices. I squirted all over her face in what I was told looked like a pussy-fountain. The watcher and the other regulars who had been privy to the show could not stop laughing at me. I even saw my brother stifle a giggle at the depraved scene of what might have looked like me peeing on my cousin’s face –directly in her teeth according to her.

“Fuck! You might warn a girl next time,” Savannah reached out and slapped my ass. I wasn’t sure if it was playful or mean-spirited – it might have been a bit of both. She went to wipe her forehand across her mouth but Ted stopped her by grabbing her arm.

“Jigga Butt! Get over here and clean off these bitches faces – before they lick it up! You know they LURRVV the taste of cum – even if it’s their own nasty juices,” Ted was so hammy that I didn’t think anyone would believe him – but the guys seemed to want to believe it and were ecstatic over the idea of another woman cleaning off our faces.

“You look like a happy-little, fucking glazed donut,” Ted chuckled at the warm cum I could feel running down my face before slapping my bottom and telling me, “Good job, Rainmaker.”

I should have been horrified and disgusted with myself, but the overpowering ecstatic feeling of release had me smiling just like the dumb, little slut I was supposed to be pretending to be.

Crystal started on my face first – holding me in her arms and gently licking away all the cum – her tongue was long and she was an expert at cleaning every little crevice. Her erotic silver tongue stud enhanced the experience in every way– made it seem even more sexual than it might have been and I found myself involuntarily turned on by it without any choice. It made my knees bend and I wanted to touch myself, but Ted made sure to slap my hands each time I tried.

“You little bitches are going to earn back every penny you owe me and you AREN’T going to enjoy it – that means you’ll suck cocks, but you won’t get to enjoy the taste of cum down your gullet and you sure as fuck won’t play with yourself unless you ARE TOLD to play with yourself – you got it, rich bitch?”

“Yes Sir,” I moaned obediently but reluctantly. Crystal kissed my open mouth playfully and moved on to her daughter to clean her face with the same enthusiastic yet submissive mood she had been in the last few days – surprisingly even more enthusiastic over time.

“A giraffe’s coffee would be cold by the time it reaches the bottom of its neck. Ever think about that? No, that’s because you only think about yourself!” I couldn’t be sure if Ted was making a joke or not, but he swatted my bottom letting it jiggle playfully enough as he said it.

“What the fuck are you talking about Sir?” I decided to play along with his joke, but he turned serious and looked me square in the eyes.

“Do you think about what you say before you say it, or just say ignorant shit so you can be as surprised as everyone else when it comes out of your mouth?” Ted dressed me down like a drill sergeant.

“I think about it, Sir.” I wasn’t sure what I did to displease him but I was worried he was really getting angry for not taking him seriously earlier.

“So you THOUGHT about the question you just asked me? The fact your lazy, rich-bitch little mind wrapped around a single thought of how to talk to me today and came up with that question might just be worse than if you didn’t think at all and just blathered the first thing that popped into your small, selfish little mind! That means you willfully sounded like a sour, little priss-bitch who wants to mock her betters!” Ted’s sadistic tone and sneer left no doubt he was no longer joking – or perhaps this was all part of his act. It was still so early in the morning and I was so overwhelmed with everything we were all doing that I could not tell the difference and perhaps it really didn’t matter for all intents and purposes – I was his bitch today.

Savannah was grunting at her mother and demanding she not get so kissy-smoochy and that took Ted’s focus solely off me. He held his hands up in the air and declared “Lord, Give me the strength today to kick these bitches’ ass the way they so sorely deserve!”

There was some light hearted chuckling from the guys and even Crystal tee-heed at her so-called “Master” and his attempt at levity. I even saw Savannah smirk and roll her eyes along with the joke.

I had only known my Aunt for a few weeks and despite the fact her tongue was skilled in pleasure – the kisses made me very uncomfortable, in large part because we were blood-related. I couldn’t help but wonder if Savannah and Crystal had ever kissed before this week. Savannah could put on such a brave face and made this face that you could tell was saying “hurry up and get this shit over with.”

Then again – she might be melting inside with humiliation and embarrassment and Savannah’s tough exterior was all for show. I know if it was my own mom I would NOT be able to handle it. There are some things that are just TOO familiar, even for TEN THOUSAND DOLLARS. Then again – I don’t think I’d have to worry about my mom ever lapping my face for the amusement of strangers anyway!

There was another twisted image in my mind that I couldn’t erase. I’ve had a whole lot of those lately.

Once we were cleaned up, and the initial laughter died down, they decided to “let us get dressed” for work. They made us shave each other’s pussies and legs, while my brother hosed us down and washed us with sponges. Ted made sure to insist my brother not smudge the “nigger lover” scrawled on my butt cheek – much to my chagrin. I hated to even think about how I was going to explain that one. Ted also made sure my Aunt’s makeup and WH-RE weren’t touched, but that the hose explored every other nook and cranny of our body-- “Wash the snail-slime from between their legs, let’s see how much more these horny little cunts wrack up after they get a fresh start!”.

We actually did have a little laugh at Ryan’s expense, while Savannah held his flaccid cock between her finger and thumb and they watched us bend over and shave his reddish-blonde pubes completely off. Ted insisted Ryan not get a boner and to Ryan’s credit he managed to remain soft the entire time the two of us shaved him. We even teased him and acted sexy.

Cars had begun leaving the Buckman for work and the honking and staring had begun. People could see we were naked and since most of them were off to work – very few actually stopped to watch.

Ted decided once we were cleaned up “enough” that Savannah and I were “dirty girls who could never be fully clean” he would allow us to “put on our work clothes”.

Ted brought out a single flesh-colored band-aid and held it up for us both to see.

My mouth dropped open and Savannah folded her arms in stubborn disbelief. I probably should not have been surprised, but the thought of spending the entire day in just a band-aid suddenly made me tingle all over with nerves and fresh humiliation. It had been bad enough in the early morning hours before the sun was fully up; but the pool promised to be packed today, as it was going to be a perfect summer day and it was officially open now.

Ted laughed and told us we’d be horking up cum by the end of the day and our jaws would be sore by the time he was done with us, “So close your cum-traps!”

“The single most important part of your outfit today is this band-aid. You remove it without permission and you *WILL* be selling your pussy today, ladies. I don’t’ care about the bet. This is a rule – do you understand?”

I nodded and swallowed – how would I do his ‘rainmaker’ trick with this band-aid on my already wet pussy? I wasn’t going to question him at this point.

Ted made us both agree before applying the thin strip long ways along our pussy lips. He pinched our clit hoods and explained this was a ‘precautionary measure’ since we were such horn-dogs, so quick to give away pussy and that this was a “trailer park chastity belt!”.

He made us bend over and pull our ass cheeks apart while he had my brother reinsert “Ted’s finger” – the electric buzzing butt plug shaped like a thumb – with just his spit as lube. He told us that worked the same way. “We catch you even pulling it out to so much as squeak out a fart without permission and your ass belongs to me –not just today but the rest of the weekend; and rest assured – we will use it for more than just decoration. That pink poop hole of yours is going to have more niggers inside it than the welfare office on the first of the month – do you understand, girls?”

Ted made us both agree to that as well, before having Ryan roll tiny rubber bands around our nipples. He told him to use ice to get them “good and hard” and then roll the tight rubber bands with his fingers around our nipples so they protruded and stuck out hard. Ryan was going to be on “ice duty”- checking our nipples and re-applying ice periodically to keep us in a constant state of ‘nipple erection’ as Ted called it.

“Boobs are proof men can focus on more than one thing at once,” Savannah declared defiantly as an observation, while Ryan stroked and pulled at her nipples. She waited impatiently, hiding any signs of arousal while her nipples rose and thickened. She gave no indication of discomfort when he rolled the rubber bands tightly around her nipples – even though I could tell they instantly started to make her nipples swell tightly between the concentric bands. I hoped I was able to pull off the same thing, but I don’t think I was as good an actress as my cousin – and I probably even murmured.

The entire “outfit” was still essentially naked. Ted told us this was more than we deserved as ‘ungrateful’ as we were, but that he was going to allow us to wear swimsuits over the band-aid and butt plug between our legs. He said if we were given the order to strip by any of the bosses, we were to get that swimsuit off as quickly as possible and just wear the band aid and plug “with your perky little tits jutting STRAIGHT out.”

The bikini I was given was a slim-fit two piece they had purchased for me at the mall; that was, as you can imagine, flimsy and little more than a thong and a micro-fit top. I was told I had spent the rent money on it, even though I had several others I could have chosen and my punishment was to wear it at the pool today.

I might have felt even more humiliated and embarrassed if not for three reasons.

1. My Aunt’s thong was so buried in her crack and pussy lips as to be almost invisible and her top barely contained her massive chest. Savannah’s bikini was a completely see-thru home-made bikini made out of screen-mesh from somebodies patio – so by comparison I was the conservative one.
   
   

2. I had spent the last few hours completely naked with my goodies hanging out for anyone to see and this was at least street legal (by the standards of trailer parks anyway).
   
   

3. As the pool opened, the girls who showed up were wearing skimpy bikinis that rivaled our own. There was an entire gaggle of Mexican girls, some of which were about my brother’s age. The lanky Hispanic girls had long legs and jet black hair down to the middle of their back. They arrived together in sequined little swim suits that were too small for them. Their carmel skinned booties popping out, wiggling and shaking naturally in all the right places. They proudly walked around as if this were perfectly normal –seemingly seeking out the attention. I got the impression they had heard about us and were either inspired to up the ante’ and dress like this, or they simply were extroverts who liked dressing this way.
   
   

If not for these factors I might have been devastated as more and more people started to drive past and stop at the pool but the fact other women were dressed like this made it easier for me to accept.

It wasn’t long before I had my first customer of the day.