Open Your Legs for my Family Page 4

  Max strokes my hair. “What do you say, baby doll? Care to be shared? No, you don’t have to answer with your mouth. Just nod.”

  I nod my head, shaking his cock within. I knew this would happen the moment Max asked me to get into that swimsuit. This is all part of his plan, his grand design to show me off to his brothers. To share me with his brothers. He has hinted as much.

  I can always say ‘Yellow’.

  But I don’t want to. I’m hot and horny and ready to be fucked by this supremely gorgeous trio of brothers on this moonlit night made for lovers. Yes, even with their envious sister, the butler and the waiter watching.

  I hear a scuffle behind me. I’m still fellating Max when I feel fingers teasing away the crotch of my bikini. There are four fingers altogether. No, more. Two hands feel my rump, groping the flesh and prodding all over. Four fingers thrust into my open vulva all at once, eliciting a gasp from my blocked throat.

  “Hey,” says a twin, “she’s got something in there.”

  “Pull it out.”

  “Go easy on her,” Max warns.

  Fingers circumnavigate the globes inside, stretching my pussy walls with their knuckles. They affix on the string and tug mercilessly. Out comes the Ben Wa balls with two successive plops.

  “Sweet,” says a twin with an audible intake of breath. “Any more in there?”

  He sticks up his fingers really deep and cores out my vaginal passage. His movements are rough.

  “Nope, nothing more inside. This is fun, almost like groping in a goodie bag.”

  Max chortles. “Be nice, Alex.”

  “Here, you suck these balls, Brad.”

  There are soft, moist noises as Brad takes the balls into his mouth. I cream just to think of him rolling the balls onto his tongue as though they are cherries. I wonder if he relishes the sourish taste of my private gel.

  Just in case I’m tempted to look backwards, Max holds my head down.

  “Don’t stop deep throating me,” he says in a hoarse voice. Indeed, his cock has grown even harder.

  The fingers continue to stroke and massage my pussy – its clefts, mons, lips, clit and vaginal walls. They pull open my outer and inner lips, testing the elasticity of my skin and the lushness of my flesh. They finger my clit, making me whimper and squirm with need.

  More fingers move to my anus and stretch it wide open. Someone pinches my clit while another finger penetrates my asshole and shoves itself deep inside. The finger makes a clean sweep of my rectum, circling my anal sphincter.

  I hear groans at the back of me.

  “I’ve gotta do this,” a twin says. “I’ve gotta rim her.”

  A soft, twitching tongue descends onto my anus. Its clever undulations tickle the edge of my crater, flicking over and under the rim. I squeal against Max’s penis in my throat. The sensation is delightful and electric, coupled with that wrought by the three fingers plunging into my vagina and massaging my wet passage there with firm, bold strokes. The tongue circles my entire sphincter so that it is wetted thoroughly.

  “Can she suck us?” A twin asks.

  “Yeah, sure,” Max replies.

  Gently, he dislodges my mouth from his swollen cock. “Easy does it. You’ve been a good, good girl, Gina. Now I need you to be better.”

  I look up, Max’s pre-cum dripping from my lips. The twins have slipped their thongs off. Their proud cocks stand magnificent and erect. Now I can’t tell them apart again. Their red cocks are huge and identical – shaped pretty much like Max’s. Alice watches from the side, a baleful expression on her lovely features. A little distance away, Heathcliff and the waiter stand respectfully at attention.

  One of the twins snaps his sticky fingers. “Heathcliff, some ketchup and mayo, please.”

  “Of course, sir.”

  As Heathcliff brings the necessary accoutrements, Max makes me kneel in front of one of the twins, who grins down at me.

  “I’m Alex,” he says.

  “How would I be able to tell you apart?” I ask.

  “I’ve got more pubic hair than he does. That’s because he plucks it off, the goat.”

  “I do not,” retorts Brad.

  “It falls off then, like a balding patch.”

  “The fuck it does. You’d better watch your mouth and I’ll knock your teeth in,” his twin says playfully.

  And indeed, Alex has a bushier patch than Brad. That serves me well only if two of them are in the same place, but not if they are individually alone. I have to admit that I’m quite excited about this. The twins are very beautiful and their cocks are lovely and snug. I can already imagine those marvelous dongs pushing apart my pussy walls.

  It isn’t the type of romantic relationship I envisioned having with Max, but it brings its own particular brand of erotic enticement.

  I’m on all fours, my tits fully exposed and the sling bikini’s crotch tucked in nicely between the left side of my pubis and the groove of my left thigh. Alex takes the two squeeze bottles from Heathcliff, who nods at me encouragingly. He’s amazing, that Heathcliff, to be able to maintain such a mask.

  Alex squeezes the ketchup in a wavy line onto the dorsal plane of his finely tumescent cock, followed by the mayonnaise. The final effect is that of what you would get atop a juicy hot dog.

  “That’s one damned fine sausage,” Max remarks.

  “Thank you,” Alex says. “I’ll not be slapping it between two sesame seeded buns though.”

  He inches his garnished cock into my open mouth. With a long, sweeping stroke of my tongue, I lick the lines of ketchup and mayonnaise off, leaving only a smeared scarlet and white patch behind. I clean the remaining detritus off his delicious flesh and take his shaft into my mouth. He is not as huge as Max, so I can deep throat him with a little difficulty.

  “God, this is sweet,” Alex says, his breathing growing more labored.

  “Bet you never met a girl who can do that to you before,” Max puts in.

  “Well done, brother.”

  If I’m a little uncomfortable about them openly discussing my body and sexual techniques, it passes in a blink of an eye. I fellate Alex’s cock, my cheeks hollowing out with each suck. He puts his hands around my head to guide my movements and grunts with each pull of my buccal muscles.

  “You’re gonna make me cum this way,” he says in a hoarse voice.

  I think that is the idea.

  “Wait, please stop.”

  I release his saliva-streaked cock, glistening in the yellowish light of the flickering flames. Alex squirts more ketchup onto the head of his cock and decorates it into a zigzagging pattern. I lick and suck this off, trailing my tongue over the vivid slashes. Hmmmm. I’ve always liked ketchup on my meats. He follows this with a spiral of mayonnaise around his corona. I quickly polish this off before the semi-liquid concoction can fall off.

  There are tiny pieces of carrot and vegetables in the mayo. I crunch these between my teeth.

  Behind me, Brad is fawning over my buttocks. He jabs his fingers into my vulva and widens the opening with a circular sweep. I can tell that he is about to enter me from the way he is tugging my bikini crotch to one side.

  As I nibble at Alex’s rod of turgid meat, Brad’s cock enters me with a swift, brutal poke. I moan with pleasure. Alex forces his cock into my mouth again as a heavily breathing Brad slides himself in and out of my brimming pussy. The twins’ rhythms are discordant, and I have to keep abreast with the non-synchronized cocks in both my orifices. To further add to my stimulation, Max’s hands go under my body to finger my nipples and clit.

  The fact that I am semi-dressed instead of being stark naked adds to my excitement. The bikini straps are tight and they dig into my flesh. The elastic fabric of the bikini’s crotch threatens to return to its less tensile state, which would effectively shield my holes again were it not for Brad’s solid cock in my pussy keeping it at bay.

  The twins ram and batter their respective dicks into me, causing my juices to flow copiously on either
side. The atmospheric heat rises with the combined friction. The cocks dance in and out, massaging my very diverse walls of wet flesh.

  “I think you’re all disgusting,” Alice announces in a strained voice.

  Alex catches his breath above me. “Then don’t watch. Go sulk in your bedroom upstairs.”

  I have no say in the matter, of course, being stuffed full in both ends.

  “You’re all sick, sick, sick.”

  “Shut up, Alice.”

  The penises escalate their thrusting. Sausages of flesh barrel into me and out again, slicked by my overflowing fluids. Brad’s cock bangs against my G-spot while Alex’s schlong pummels the back of my throat. The gaping pit of wanton sensation starts in the depths of my vagina, and then spirals upwards to my entire pelvis and stomach. Before I can contain myself, I’m swept away by the ecstasy, the boom-boom-boom of the ocean loud in my ears – as regular as my own climbing heartbeat.

  I come, and come again violently. My knees and thighs shudder and I’m on the verge of losing my balance even though I’m on all fours. I whimper and squeal against Alex’s schlong in my mouth as he ejaculates his semen into the depths of my throat. He holds my head in a vise grip so that I cannot escape.

  I swallow it – that bitter almond concoction that I have learned to love.

  A moment later, Brad shoots his load. But he doesn’t remain inside me, choosing to withdraw quickly. I can feel his hot sperm squirting all over my buttocks and my back. His large hands slather the dripping liquid all over my skin so that my hind regions are coated in a layer of his wriggling little spermatozoa.

  It’s erotic as hell.

  Both twins are moaning, as am I. I catch my pants as I look up. Alice wears a funny expression on her face, like she’s eaten something that doesn’t quite agree with her.

  Alex is right. If she doesn’t like what we’re doing, she always has the option to go upstairs and watch TV or do whatever it is rich kids do.

  “Has she ever been hogtied, Max?” asks Alex.

  Of the twins, he has a slightly crueler streak, I notice.

  “Sure, lots of times.”

  “No, I mean hogtied as in the traditional sense. Wrists and ankles wrapped up together at the back.”

  I didn’t even know there was such a thing as a traditional hogtie. Apprehension uncurls in my belly.

  Max smiles as he strokes my breasts. “I don’t think so. Have you ever been hogtied, baby?”

  I shake my head. It’s amazing to me how naturally pliant I am.

  He turns to the butler. “Heathcliff, would you mind bringing the spit? Not the one with the pig, of course. The other one.”

  I observe with growing dread as Heathcliff and the waiter carry the larger dormant spit towards us. It consists of a sturdy stainless steel skewer attached to two metal poles which sit on triangular bases. I tell myself I can call this off at any time. ‘Yellow’ is the color of my salvation. I can say it now and end this mystery of how I will be hogtied upon that scary-looking device.

  But my tongue remains frozen as they mount the seven foot long skewer onto the poles.

  “It’s ready, sir,” Heathcliff says.

  “Think it can take her weight?”

  “Without a doubt, sir.”

  Max caresses my ass. “Come on, baby,” he whispers, “it’s show time.”

  But I’m scared, I want to say.

  Sensing my consternation, Max adds, “It’ll be OK, Gina. I won’t let anything bad happen to you.”

  Heathcliff produces some leather straps and ropes. The fact that he has everything ready suggests that it was already in Max’s plan to tie me up long before the beach barbecue ever began. Max helps me strip off my swimsuit. It wasn’t much of a cover anyway. Then they make me lie down on the sand upon my belly as they string up my wrists and ankles together with an elaborate network of ropes.

  My knees and elbows are bent and my thighs flung wide open to accommodate my posture.

  “I told you you’d like it,” Max says to me.

  I’m not really sure.

  My position is not uncomfortable as yet because I’m still lying flat on my belly. But when the four men hoist me up and thread me – or at least the quadruped ensemble that my hogtied limbs make – through the skewer, I can feel the gravitational pull and the strain upon my bound limbs against the cold steel. I am truly strung like a tied animal, only my limbs are behind – not in front – of me.

  “You OK, Gina doll?” Brad asks.

  “OK,” I croak.

  “I love it that she’s so obedient,” Alex remarks. “I love everything about her. You did the best thing in bringing her home to us, bro.”

  And then it suddenly snaps for me.

  Max brought me home to meet his family for a reason. They want a submissive they can use, abuse for their own pleasure and toy with.

  I am that submissive.

  To my horror, I realize that I may even be pleased at the thought. Have I descended so far into the depths of debauchery?

  Max has realized this before I ever did.

  “A little garnishing, if you would, Heathcliff.”

  “Sir, I have taken the liberty to prepare these to your specifications.”

  Alice’s malignant glare pierces my naked soul as Max accepts the string of onions – a bunch of four yellow ones in all – that are hung together from a clothespin. He snares my right nipple with the pincer end of the clothespin. All at once, the weight of the onions pulls down at my nipple. My right tit is severely stretched.

  Brad repeats this on my left tit with an identical onion string. My nipples now are pinched with the dangling onion lines. I can smell the sweet aroma of the fresh bulbs. My sensitive nipple tips flare with pain, engulfed by the tight clothespins.

  Tears come into my eyes.

  “Pain and ordeal are the twin constants in a sub’s life, baby,” Max croons to me as he strokes my face.

  Heathcliff hands Alex three garlic braids, similarly attached to smaller clothespins. The garlic bulbs have been left intact.

  Alex slides his body under me and painstakingly attaches these to my two outer labia and my clit. The pain is exquisite and raw as the garlic braids immediately exert their drag on my intimate parts, especially on my tortured clit – which has not been used for such haulage before.

  My nipples have transcended into a state of utter numbness. I now have five individual strings of the onion family trailing from my erotic parts.

  But the boys are not finished with me.

  Max says, “To complete the rotisserie, we’ve gotta have this. Open your pretty mouth, Gina.”

  He stuffs a whole apple into my mouth.

  “Bite down on this, but not too hard. Just to keep it in your mouth. Don’t let it drop or I’ll be angry and forced to do something else to you.”

  The threat hangs in the air, bringing back the simultaneously painful and exhilarating memories of my Initiation. That version of Max Devlin is returning in full force. It’s scary but also thrilling. I suspect that the real Max Devlin lies somewhere in between the masterful dom and the perfect boyfriend I have been exposed to for the last two weeks. Or maybe I will never discover the real Max Devlin.

  I am now gagged by a plump red apple, just like a pig. I have to fight very hard not to bite down on it.

  At my other end, Brad is playing with my pussy again. Without dislodging the clothespins and their attached garlic plaits, he opens my vulva to insert a fresh corncob – bristling with warm yellow kernels and mounted on a stick – into my vaginal passage. I squeak as it enters me. Its girth is broad and its texture hard and strange to my velvety walls. Brad shoves it all the way in, as far as it would go.

  Thus, I am hogtied and decorated.

  Laughing, the guys go back to their third or fourth servings of food, leaving me there to hang from the spit. Alice tucks into her food, her eyes constantly darting back to me with a taunting look. The ropes chafe my wrists and ankles and my limbs ache with the w
eight of my body.

  When they have finished eating, one by one, the boys come back to me again.

  Brad removes the corncob from my pussy.

  Together, they rotate me horizontally upon the skewer so that my body is at right angles to the contraption’s vertical rods. Max is the first to claim me – roughly and brutally – with the apple still gagging my mouth. His cock splinters my well-stretched vagina in a pleasurable expansion, slamming all the way in against my cervix. He fucks me hard with rapid thrusting movements – so hard that my body sways with each thrust. With each push, the clothespins with their onion and garlic lines tug at my nipples, clit and pussy, stimulating them further.

  After a few minutes of this relentless pounding, he comes quickly with a harsh cry as his brothers and sister look on.

  Then Alex takes me – just as hard. They intend to use me well. His tool tunnels into the well-used passage that his brothers have claimed before him. After multiple hip gyrations and movements, he massages my vagina and G-spot so thoroughly that my head feels like exploding with the erotic pleasure of it all.

  Finally, he ejaculates into me. My pussy now drips with the collective cum of two different men.

  His twin takes over now, fucking me so hard that the strings of onions shiver and rustle in the ensuing jolts. He holds me hard by the hips so that he can grind more effectively into me. I moan and scream against the apple, not daring to scissor my teeth. Max stands in front of me, the look on his gorgeous face approving as his hands caress my neck and jawline.

  After all three brothers have taken their turns with me, they unclip the clothespins from my poor throbbing nipples and pussy. They cut me down from the skewer as I collapse into Max’s warm embrace.

  Truly – what have I gotten myself into?

  Max grins into my hair. “Now you’ll just have to meet my parents.”

  WORKS BY APHRODITE HUNT

  The ‘Initiation’ series

  Open Your Legs for Me

  Blindfolded and Spread-eagled

  Thighs Wide Apart

  Teacher, Please Spread my Pussy

  The Final Initiation

  The Initiation: A Bundle of 5 Stories