Maddie's Troubled Life Ch. 03

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I couldn't believe what I had just done. He might not have been upset with me, but I was upset that I did it. They were setting me up to be their plaything, I thought, as the reality of my actions hit me. I still needed to answer his question; did I like being a part of their group? I liked how they made my body feel. It was the shame after that I didn't like. I wondered if they cared about me at all. I didn't want to make a big deal about it because I knew my mind was racing. "If you guys are happy, then I like it. I just don't want to disappoint anyone. I don't want you to be mad at me."

My father and uncle laughed at me. They told me that I definitely didn't disappoint them. I asked if they were done with me for the night. They said they were. I went upstairs and quickly got in the shower. I was right back to wanting to wash the dirty feelings from my body, even though I knew I couldn't. I got emotional in the shower. I did what I did willingly, but I was ashamed of myself. What bothered me the most... I knew I would do it again.

The following morning, I slept through my alarm and was awoken by my father. I was hungover and still tired. I told him that I was going to stay home today. I realized Saturday was our busiest day at the diner, but I didn't have any energy. My father asked me if I was alright, and I told him that I just didn't feel good. I calmed his nerves by telling him that it had nothing to do with what happened last night. I blamed my lack of motivation on being hungover. My father laughed as he walked away and told me, "You are a lightweight. Take some aspirin and get some rest." I gave him a phony laugh and told him I loved him. He stopped at the door and turned to me, "I love you too, Maddie. Get some rest."

I went back to sleep and was awoken by my phone. I was getting texts from Fred. Fred wanted to see if I was ok because he drove by my house and my car was in the driveway. I told him I was fine, just hungover. Fred asked if I wanted him to bring me some soup. I thought it was sweet that he offered to do that for me. I told him, "It's ok. I appreciate the offer. You don't need to do that. I don't want to bother you." Fred ignored me and said he would be by in half an hour with some soup. I jumped up and took another quick shower. The last thing I needed was to look like a mess when he got here. When I got to my room, I put on a pair of shorts and a tank top, when I heard the doorbell. I texted him, "I'll be right down."

I opened the door and let Fred in. He asked, "Want me to set a tray up for you in the living room?"

I immediately said no, which shocked him. I didn't want to be in the living room. I didn't want to think about what happened last night while sitting with him and trying to eat. I didn't think my response through before blurting out, "I want to eat in my bed. I feel like shit."

Fred has always been nice to me. He was the only person who has been open and honest with me. Out of the four of them, he was the handsome one. He looked like an older version of his son. He was about six feet tall, with light brown hair and amazing eyes. He asked me, "Ok, I'll take off. I just wanted to bring you something to eat. You were pretty trashed last night, and I figured you needed something to help rehydrate yourself."

I felt bad that I made him feel unwelcome or unappreciated. "You can come hang out with me if you want. I wasn't throwing you out. I just want to go to my room and relax," I said as I headed towards the stairs while Fred followed me. When we got to my room, I told him he could sit on the bed with me as long as he took his sneakers off. We sat in bed together while I ate, and we talked.

After a while, our talking turned into us making each other laugh. I was having a good time lying in bed talking trash with Fred. Then he started tickling me. We wrestled around on my bed making each other laugh. Before I knew it, Fred was on top of me, holding me down. We both stopped moving. We were breathing heavily as we stared at each other. I smiled while looking up at him, "What," I asked him. Then he slowly lowered his lips to mine. Instinctively I opened my mouth, allowing his tongue to touch mine. His kiss was electric. Much better than his son's. It was the best kiss I had ever been given. We made out like it was the first time for either of us. There was passion, it was sensuous, it was simply amazing. This wasn't like my other experiences this week. Fred was working me up slowly. His lips moved to my neck as my hands gripped my sheets. Fred was driving me to the point of sexual awakening that I had never experienced. I wanted him so badly that I whispered my approval in his ear. "This... feels so good."

Fred did not respond to my cooing. Instead, he stayed focused as his lips made their way down to my belly while he lifted my shirt to get better access to my body. Fred's lips and tongue seemed to know every spot to touch because they found my most sensitive areas. My body reacted to every touch, every lick, every kiss. Then he gripped my shorts as he slowly started lowering them while staring at me. He looked like he was waiting for me to stop him. Neither of us spoke as he knelt up to remove my shorts once they were at my ankles. This experience with Fred felt different for me. I was nervous, but not because of what was happening. I was nervous because Fred was making me feel things. The kissing while he took his time with me was making me feel emotional.

I watched in silence as Fred stripped his clothes off. He was in much better shape than my father and uncle. He didn't have six-pack abs, but his stomach was flat. His arms, shoulders, and chest were muscular. Seeing him nude made me feel flattered that he wanted to be with me. His package was hard. He looked to be slightly bigger than my uncle's, but definitely smaller than my father's. He lowered his body to mine as our lips met again. I lay there motionless as our kissing picked up where we left off. Fred's hand went under my ass as he squeezed my cheeks, causing my hips to involuntarily lift from the bed. I felt his dick at my entrance. My slit was soaking while wanting him to enter me. When he started to enter me, he moved slowly. It was like he was savoring every movement. My body was melting as my mind was relaxing. This was the most sensual experience of my life. I whispered, "You... Feel... So... good."

Fred arched up on his hands as he slowly drove his dick into me. "Is this what you wanted," he asked.

I couldn't believe he was going to make me cum by moving this slowly in and out of me. I could feel my face contorting as I told him, "I do want it... You feel so good... I can't believe how you are making me feel." My moaning took over as Fred started slamming his cock into me harder, but he wasn't going fast or trying to destroy me. My orgasm hit, and it was unlike any feeling I had ever experienced. My body stiffened as I my moans echoed throughout my bedroom, "MMMMPPPPHHHH... FFFFFUUUU... CCCKKK! OOOHHH... MMMM... I'm cumming... FFFUUUCCCKKK! Fred!" Fred kept thrusting to a slow, methodical pace as I got lost in my emotions. For the first time in a week, I wasn't thinking as I laid there and enjoyed his cocks' movements inside me.

Fred was staring down at me, as he enjoyed watching me squirm. Then he picked up his pace. I knew he was going to explode soon. I whispered, "Don't finish inside me... I'm not on anything, Fred."

As soon as I told him this, I felt his explosion inside of me as he moaned, "Fuck! Maddie! You feel so good!" His cum filled my drenched hole as I shot my pelvis up to meet his thrusts.

I was out of my mind as feelings took over every reasonable thought I typically would have. My pussy squeezed his cock as he dumped every bit of cum inside me. "You came inside me... you were supposed to pull out," I whimpered in his ear as I embraced his confidence in ignoring my plea to not finish inside of me. Surprisingly, I wasn't mad at him. I felt like he wanted to mark his territory with me. He wasn't going to let me tell him what he could and couldn't do. I was scared about the feelings I felt while Fred was on top of me. It wasn't animalistic like it was with my father. Nor did he treat me like a piece of ass like my uncle did last night. I felt like Fred made love to me. What he did to me was different.

Fred had his face buried in my shoulder when he said, "I wanted something that you wouldn't let anyone have. That's why I came inside of you."

How did Fred know that I had never let anyone finish inside of me? Did my uncle and father tell him that was a rule? His son wouldn't have told him, would he? These were the thoughts filling my head as my mind went back to racing. I asked, "How do you know I wouldn't let anyone do that? Seriously, Fred, how do you know that?" I was frantic.

Fred pulled out of me and laid on his back. I felt empty when his penis left my body. "Your father told us that no one can finish inside of you. He told us that was your one rule." I couldn't believe what he just said to me. They had been plotting and planning what they were going to do to me. Were my uncle and father testing me to see how far I would go or how willing I would be? Then Fred continued, "Look, you can't tell them that we did this or talked about any of this. I don't want them to know I told you."

I immediately asked him, "What did they say? When did you talk to them?" I wanted to know if they told him about last night. Fred asked if I was sure I wanted to know. I told him, while fighting back tears, "Yes... Please tell me. Please, Fred."

Fred was very blunt while talking to me. "Your father told us that you and he did it already. He told us that last night he and Billy were going to see if you would be ok with the two of them. Then, this morning, he texted me and Carlos and said you were all in. We asked if he was sure, and Billy responded, she's good to go. Then he told us the one rule." I was fighting to hold back my emotions. I was speechless while Fred continued. "I'm not supposed to be here, but I took a shot before they all came up with a game plan. We're all excited that you are game to help us out."

I couldn't believe how open they were about violating me. They seemed, Fred seemed, selfish and cold. "I never said I was ok with all of this. You guys got me drunk. My father and uncle tricked me into a situation. I'm not sure I can do all of that. What if I change my mind?" Fred told me that all I needed to do was tell them no and it wouldn't happen. He explained that they weren't interested if I wasn't interested. I asked, "So, I still have a say in everything, right?"

Fred started laughing. "Of course you do. Trust me, no one is interested if you're not up for it. We just want to have fun. You are enjoying it so far, aren't you? You seemed to enjoy our session."

I sat there, humiliated, as I felt his seed leaking from me while he told me that all four of them were planning on taking turns with me. "I did enjoy us. Why can't I just do that with you and not the rest of you," I asked to see if Fred had any feelings towards me at all.

Fred got out of bed and started putting his clothes back on while telling me, "We can have our alone time. I'd like for us to find times to be together. We don't want to disappoint everyone else, though. It'll be fine. Let's have fun and see where everything goes. Can you do that for me?"

At that moment, all I could think about was his son Jay saying the same thing to me whenever we would hook up. My feelings and emotions were always irrelevant. I didn't want Fred to know that my experience with him was the only experience I wanted moving forward. Fred was different. He made me feel good in an unexplainable way. "Ok... I will see what happens. I'm not positive if I am going to do what you guys want. I'm not a whore. You know that, right?"

Fred sat on my bed, then he kissed me. All my anger left me once his lips touched mine. "No one thinks you are a whore, Maddie. We think you just want to help us feel good. Stop overthinking this. Just have fun." Fred got up to leave before turning around and asking, "See you for cards tonight?" I shook my head in agreement as I stared at him as he walked out of the bedroom to leave. As soon as he was gone, tears started flowing down my cheeks. I couldn't believe the mess I had created. The shame was back in full force. I felt dirty again, and went into the shower again, knowing the dirty feeling would still be there once I got out.

I dried myself and stopped crying when I put on a clean pair of panties and a T-shirt. I tried reading and listening to music, before settling on watching TV to help my mind from racing. All day long, I laid in my bed thinking about last night and blaming it on alcohol. What I did this morning was on me, I thought. I wanted to have sex with Fred. I wasn't thrilled about him ignoring my request to pull out, but I was obsessed about how he made love to me. I finally started to settle, and before I knew it, I was out cold.

It was eight o'clock when my father came into my bedroom and woke me up. "Hey, are you coming downstairs for the card game? Everyone is asking where you are."

Knowing that they all would be lusting after me gave me chills. Because I had been woken up from a deep sleep, I wasn't thinking clearly. "Yeah, I'll come down. Sorry, Dad. I didn't realize you all were home. Give me a minute, I need to put some clothes on."

My father told me, "You're dressed fine. No one is going to care about what you're wearing. We're already half drunk." I told him I would be down after I used the bathroom, and he left my room.

I went into the bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth. I put my hair in a ponytail as I stared at myself in the mirror. I couldn't believe that I was considering going downstairs, knowing what could happen. I reasoned that they wouldn't try anything tonight. I thought they would realize it was too soon after last night. They would want to make sure I was ok after that, wouldn't they? Besides, I looked like shit, I thought.

When I got to the den, they were all sitting around with shot glasses on the bar. They all had jokes about me being a lightweight and needing to stay in bed all day to recover. I laughed at their comments as my father told me to have a shot while handing me a beer. I knew I shouldn't drink with them, but the peer pressure took over as I sat on a stool. "I'm not as much of a lightweight as you all think. Line'em up," I said boldly. I wanted to fit in with them without them feeling like I couldn't handle myself.

Carlos chimed in, "Uh-oh, guys. She's not scared. Let's see if she can hang."

I should have quit while I was ahead, but I couldn't let them intimidate me. "Oh, I can hang, Carlos. Trust me," I said as I downed my shot and chased it with the beer. Then I told my father, "Keep'em coming." I downed a second shot as they cheered me on.

No one was interested in playing cards tonight. It seemed like they were focused on getting shitfaced and talking trash. I watched them as they told stories, laughed, and drank like alcoholics. They would occasionally ask for my input on things, but most of my time was spent sitting there and being consumed by how much they enjoyed being around each other. I was comfortable with the thought that they would not be trying anything with me tonight. I sat there, watching people I thought I knew better than anyone. I seemed to be just another person in the room to them. I had hoped that after all I had done for three of them, they would treat me like a part of the group.

Before I knew it, it was eleven. I was drunk, but not as drunk as I was last night. My father asked, "Want to come into the living room and listen to some music with us?"

"Sure," I said as I fell on the floor while trying to get off the stool I was sitting on. They all laughed at my tumble onto the floor. Maybe I was more intoxicated than I thought, as I looked up at them laughing. "Are any of you jerks going to help me up, or are you just going to stand there laughing," I said through my slurred speech while laughing at my own clumsiness.

Carlos and Billy reached their hands out to help me up. Once on my feet, Carlos wrapped his arm around my waist to help me walk to the living room. He squeezed my hip and then patted me on my ass. He asked, "You good?"

I don't know why, but I wanted to show them that I could hang with them. I knew I was blushing when I said, "I'm good, Carlos. Thank you for asking."

They took me to the living room. Giggling I asked, "What now?"

My father said, "Yeah... We're just going to listen to some music. Are you too drunk to dance or listen to music? Maybe Carlos can teach you how to do a salsa dance."

My father brought a bottle and shot glasses with him while announcing, "Last call." Everyone got a shot glass except me; my glass was bigger than theirs. My father told me, "Drink up."

I put the cup to my lips as they cheered me to drink. Pride got in my way as I chugged the entire glass. I asked, "So, what do you guys do now? I usually go to bed before you guys, so I don't know what you do once I'm in bed." I thought it was a legitimate question. My night typically ended before they decided to go into the living room when they finished playing cards. They were laughing at my question like there was an inside joke, which frustrated me in my drunken state. "What? Did I say something stupid," I questioned them. "I thought I was part of the group. Is it a secret or something," I asked emotionally.

I was not prepared for what came next. My uncle Billy told me, "Well, if you want to go to bed, we can do that. It's up to you, Maddie," and they all laughed.

Again, pride got in my way of thinking clearly, and against my better judgment, I told them, "You all wish I would go to bed with you. You can dream though."

Then Carlos said, "Well, Bethany would have shared a bed with us."

I waited to see if anyone was going to stand up for me. None of them did. I was nervous. I had already had more sex in the last 24 hours than I had my entire life. I realized that I led them to believe they could have their way with me. I was drunk, vulnerable, barely dressed, and I had misled them to think they could do whatever they wanted. I felt like all of this was on me. I needed to say something but knew I needed to be careful. I decided to address the elephant in the room, "Look, guys, I know Fred told you all I would think about being the new Bethany. I'm still thinking about it, so don't press your luck or you may ruin it." I hoped if I told them I was thinking about it, it would at least hold them off for the night.

My father was the first to speak, "Fred did tell us you were thinking about it. Take your time there's no rush. Right, guys?" They all shook their heads in agreement while mumbling, sure.

I asked them, "Can we just watch TV and relax for the rest of the night?" I felt like I had held them off, even though it may have only been for one night.

My father agreed that we should all calm down for the night and watch a movie. He told us, "Let's get comfortable. Maddie, you can lie on the couch. Do you mind if Fred and I sit at the ends and you can put your head on my lap? Billy already got his spot on the chair, and well, Carlos, you get the floor. Does that work for you, Maddie?"

Things seemed to be calming down as my father took control of everything. I felt more at ease and trusted them as I watched how they calmed down once my dad took control. "Yeah, Dad. That sounds good." I laid on the couch, with my head on my father's lap, and put my feet across Fred's lap. Carlos turned the lights out while an old cowboy movie started playing on the TV. I finally felt like a part of this group.

As the movie began, I was lying on my side. My father rubbed my head, and Fred rested his hands on my calves. I was super comfortable, and the room was quiet. About twenty minutes into the movie, I started to doze. I rolled onto my back, and figured I'd close my eyes for a few minutes before heading to bed. My father moved his hand from my head to my side. I reached my hand to him, and surprisingly, he intertwined our fingers, and we were now holding hands. I brought our hands to my chest, where I rested them. Fred's hands were now resting right above my knees. Again, I was comfortable and started dozing again.

The next thing I remember was, Fred's hands traveling up my thighs. I heard the music playing on the TV as I turned to see what they were watching. The credits from the movie played on the TV. I must have been asleep for the entire movie. I assumed people were going to be leaving when I heard Carlos ask, "Should I put something else on?"

"No, you can turn it off if you want," my father responded. Then, my father asked, "Do you want to watch something else, Maddie?"

My brain was still foggy from all the alcohol I drank. I mumbled, "No, Dad. I'm good."

My father asked me, "Do you care if we turn the TV off?"

"No, Dad. That's fine," I said. Again, I assumed everyone was going to be going home. Then, the TV got turned off, leaving us all in the pitch dark room. I heard someone leave the room. I assumed it was Carlos leaving for the night. Then I heard him come back into the room and bottles opening. I was amazed at how much they could drink and still keep going.

Fred's hands were inching closer to my panty line as they moved up my thighs. My legs were slightly parted; but closed enough together to protect my area, I thought. Then I felt a finger trace my slit through my panties. I clutched my father's hand as my head arched on his lap while I exhaled loudly. Frad lightly traced my clit through the fabric. My father lowered his lips to my forehead, placing a kiss, as he told me, "Just relax, ok?"

I mumbled, "I'm scared, Dad."

In a soft voice, my father told me, "Don't be scared. We're not going to hurt you. Ok, Maddie?"

I mumbled, "Promise?"

"Promise," My father said before leaning down again. This time he placed his lips on mine. His tongue entered my mouth while my tongue embraced it instinctually. Our kissing was soft and sensual. Fred was working me into a heated frenzy as his fingers were moving around my panty covered slit. I could hear my uncle and Carlos moving around the room. I was hoping they were leaving for the night, but it was dark in the room, and I had no idea what was happening around me. Between being drunk and what my father and Fred were doing, I was in complete confusion about everything around me.

Fred tugged my panties, exposing my mound. His thumb found my clit and circled it as my father continued to kiss me softly. They were both working me as my pelvis was now rotating to meet every motion Fred had on me. My father pulled back from our kiss as he sat back up. Now, nothing was keeping all of them from hearing my heavy breathing. My father asked, "Are you ok?"

I moaned, "Yes," which I knew at the time was a mistake.

Then, I heard Carlos ask, "Can I give her a kiss?"

My father told him, "If she lets you, you can."

Carlos knelt next to the couch. He gripped my chin and turned my face to him. He planted his lips on mine as Fred slid a finger through my pussy lips. As my mouth opened to moan, Carlos slipped his tongue in my mouth. Because of the sensations caused by Fred fingering me, my tongue attacked Carlos' tongue. They were driving me mad when Carlos stopped kissing me, and told my father, "Maybe we should bring her to your room."

My father asked me, "Do you want to go to my bed? It is more comfortable."

I pleaded, "Please don't hurt me. I will go, but I'm scared, Dad."

Fred pulled his finger out of me, while my father told me, "You don't need to be scared. Let's just go into my room. It'll be fun. All we want to do is have fun, not hurt you. Ok?"

I told him, "Ok... I'll go but I'm scared." Then, I pulled my panties back over my mound as Fred got up.

I sat up and my father stood telling Fred, "Help me get her up." The two of them stood me up as we all walked to my father's bedroom. Once in the bedroom, my father turned on his bedside lamp. He and Fred told me to lift my arms, which I did willingly. They removed my shirt as Carlos and Uncle Billy started removing their clothes. I was leaning on the side of the bed when my father started pulling my panties down. Once they were off, he had me get on the bed. I did as he instructed me. My father and Fred started taking their clothes off. Once my father had all his clothes off, he joined me in the bed. He turned me over onto my stomach and pulled me to my hands and knees. He got behind me and I felt his tongue make contact with my slit, sending shivers throughout my body. I was facing my uncle, Fred, and Carlos as my father's tongue worked me to a hysteria. They were quiet, but I could see the lust in their eyes as they watched me being worked. Then, I felt my father's dick at my entrance. He asked me, "Are you ready?" I stared at the three sets of eyes watching me. I felt degraded and lustful at the same time while searching for the courage to speak. My father entered me slowly. Asking me, "This is what you want, isn't it, Maddie," splitting my pussy lips with his dick, slowly.

As indecent as all of this was, I couldn't control my arousal. "If this is what you want, Dad," I started before hesitating, "Then, I'll do it... If you want me too... Go ahead... Please, Dad." My father gripped my hips as he slowly pushed the rest of his length into me while my response made everyone else in the room smile. I put my head down as my father's thrust became faster and more demanding. I did not want the guys watching my face contort from the pleasures my body was reacting to. My breathing was out of control as I buried my face into the blanket, I was gripping with every bit of strength I had.

Fred came to the side of the bed. He placed a finger under my chin, raising my face to his. He pressed his lips to mine, which was quickly followed by his tongue darting in my mouth. There was no resistance from me as we kissed passionately. When he broke our kiss, he asked, "Can I come into the bed?"

I was frantic at this point. I shook my head while moaning, "Yes... OH! OH! UMPH! You can... Come into... FFF... UCK! Into b... bed!" My father pulled us to the center of the bed, to make room for Fred, I assumed. Once in bed, I thought Fred was going to kiss me again. Instead, he put the tip of his dick on my lips. I looked up at him and was trying not to focus on the dick that was wearing my pussy out. I mumbled, "One... At... OH... MMMPH... Time... Fuck."

Fred ignored me on the one at a time rule as he slid his dick in my mouth. He told me, "It's ok, Maddie... Fuck, that feels so good. It's ok, you don't... Fuck, yeah like that, Maddie," he moaned as he slid his dick back and forth in my mouth.

My father and Fred were in sync at both ends of my body. Except for Fred pushing too far into my mouth, and hitting my throat occasionally, I was now focusing on the constant feelings of shame running through me.

My father pulled out of me quickly and I could feel him jerking as I felt his cum splatter on my ass. Fred pulled out of my mouth and told my uncle and Carlos to pass him a shirt. I was now empty. On my hands and knees, I was breathing like I had run a marathon. Fred got behind me and used the shirt to wipe my father's seed off my backside. Without warning, he shoved his cock into my pussy, and just like that, I was full again. Fred gripped my shoulders, forcing me to look up at my uncle and Carlos while my father left the room. While Fred pounded me into oblivion, my body was preparing for the orgasm that was about to hit. Carlos walked closer to the bed, and asked me, "Do you like it, Maddie? Isn't this fun? Admit how much you like it."

I had no idea how he knew I was about to cum, but it was clear, he knew. His questions came as my pussy unloaded juices all over Fred's cock. I let out a guttural moan and screamed, "FUCK! YES! IT FEELS SO GOOD! FUCK," while my body collapsed to the bed, causing Fred's cock to slip out and leave me empty. Fred did not give me any time to recover as he turned me onto my back, and he rammed his cock back into my soaking pussy. I laid there motionless as he plunged his dick into me repeatedly. Then, he pulled out of me and shot his cum on my stomach. Unlike my father, Fred wiped his cum off my stomach before getting off the bed.

I hoped to rest for a few minutes when Carlos said, "I'm going next." He got on the bed instantly and was between my legs. I felt him pushing into me, saying, "Jesus. She's still really tight after all of that," while letting out a giggle. Carlos was fucking me with no regard. He had my legs on his shoulders as he violently plunged his dick into me. I was still trying to recover from the orgasm I had moments ago. Carlos wasn't going to last long. When he pulled out, he grabbed me by my hair and demanded, "Get on your knees." As weak as I was, I did what he told me. I hadn't realized that my uncle was waiting and ready to get into bed. Once on my knees, Carlos looked at my uncle behind me, and said, "Good idea."

Carlos got to his knees and my uncle told me, "Bend over, Maddie," and pushed me forward to get me back to being on my hands and knees. Each of them shoved their dicks into me. Carlos in my mouth, and my uncle's slammed into my pussy. They were much more aggressive than my father and Fred. Carlos and my uncle did not seem to care what I did and didn't want. It was obvious that their needs were the priority, and they made me nervous. Carlos pushed his dick further into me than I expected. I felt stream after stream shooting into the back of my throat, leaving me no option but to try and keep up and swallow it. While trying to focus on not choking, I felt my uncle's finger rubbing my butthole. I got scared when I felt this, but because I was swallowing Carlos' load, I couldn't tell him to stop. For reasons unknown to me, the friction of his finger massaging my butthole, my body came back to life. I was slamming my ass back, meeting every thrust and every rub.

When Carlos softened and pulled out of my mouth, he left me alone in the room with my uncle. I was caught up in the sensations when my uncle asked, "You like that, don't you?"

"MMPPHH... FUCK... I'm gonna... CUM," I said through my scratchy, husky voice.

My uncle slipped the tip of his finger in my butthole. Not a lot, just the tip of one. He asked, "Do you want me to put it there?"

I screamed as my orgasm hit, "NO! PLEASE NO... OHHH... FUCK! I'm CUMMING! NOT IN MY BUM!" My body went limp again, and I collapsed face down. Unlike Fred, Uncle Billy went down with me.

As our bodies crashed to the mattress, Billy's dick crashed into me one last time. He pulled out and rested his dick between my ass cheeks. He slowly slid it up and down between my cheeks. Then he grunted in my ear before biting it, "Fuck, Maddie... You feel so fucking good." As he came between my cheeks. I felt his dick and body twitching as his warm load spewed close to both of my holes. "Does my cum feel good there," he asked.

Without a thought in my head, I moaned, "So good... Uncle Billy... So Good."

My uncle waited a few minutes before getting up and heading to the living room with the other guys. I laid there with a mess dripping from between my ass cheeks down my slit, while thinking to myself, how the fuck did all of this happen? Then I heard my father yell, "Maddie, can you come out here for a minute?"