Slut. This title is not necessarily something my cousin likes to be called, but something happened that may have changed her opinion of this classification.
It was getting late one night, and Vicki and I had just shared an evening of sweet sex between cousins. I have said it many times before, and I will keep saying it forever; Vicki is the best fuck buddy I have ever had! I have always suspected that the forbidden aspect of our relationship being incestuous was what kept the attraction alive; it was the extra spice of our lustful buffet.
“Vicki,” I said, rolling on my side to face her. “You and I have experienced a lot.”
Vicki rolled to face me. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
“Our sex life,” I said. “Since the time we first started when we hid in my bedroom closet to play, we have shared women; we have shared guys. We have swapped with other couples and even attended a few orgies. In short, you and I have experienced a lot.”
Vicki laid on her back and sighed and I was entertained by the sight of her tits rising and falling in reaction to her sigh. “Yes, we have,” she said. I could tell she was reliving some of those sexy moments in her head.
“Is there anything you've wanted to do that we haven't tried yet,” I asked.
Vicki lay silent as she pondered this question. After a few minutes, she said, “I don't know, Billy. Did you have something in mind?”
“Well,” I said with a sigh, “I recently read where some porn star sat a world record for the largest gang bang.”
Vicki sat up abruptly. “Just how big?!”
“As I recall, I think the story said she got fucked non-stop by 600 men.”
Vicki slugged me with her pillow. “Billy, if you think I am going to do that, you have another thing coming.”
I began laughing. “No, no,” I said, “That would be on the extreme side. But in all seriousness, how many guys do you think you could handle at once?”
Still sitting up, she said, “I would have to give that some thought.”
I lay quietly as she thought, and I could tell that the wheels were spinning in her brain as she was thinking about the idea of taking multiple cocks. I knew she had no problem with anonymous sex as we had often picked up people in a bar and never found out their names until after we had had sex with them. We had discovered that sex with total strangers had a unique attraction for both of us.
Speaking for myself, I would love to watch while my cousin gave passionate sexual attention to several men. My cock was getting hard again while I thought of her being covered in cum.
Vicki looked over at me and asked, “How would we arrange this?”
I thought for a second. “Would total strangers be okay with you?”
Vicki laughed. “I wouldn't have it any other way,” she answered.
I thought out a plan. We knew of a swingers bar that allowed single men to enter (with a higher admission fee, of course), and it was located next door to a nice motel. The idea was to see if she could entice men to meet her in a motel room. I would be present in the motel room, not only to provide her with a little security but to be able to get my rocks off watching my loving cousin satisfying the urges of multiple men.
That Friday night, we headed off to this swingers bar. We had been there many times before, and each visit resulted in some type of sexual gratification.
Before we entered the bar, we went to the motel asking to secure a room where our festivities were to happen. We went to the room where Vicki changed into a 70s-style tube top and a bright red skirt. No bra, and no panties; just my beautiful cousin looking her sexiest. Vicki was standing in front of the foot of the bed, and I approached her. Looking into her passionate brown eyes, I reached under her skirt and began rubbing her smooth pussy; my cousin's heat seemed to intensify while I masturbated her. Undoubtedly, she was thinking about the time she would be having, but with whom had yet to be determined.
My fingers, first one, then two, then three, slid inside her hungry pussy. Her juices were coating my entire hand while I frigged her. We were both still standing while Vicki enjoyed the feeling of my fingers sliding in and out of her sex-starved pussy. She was my cousin, and her pussy was always the tastiest around; having incest with her was always a pleasure and made me rock hard anytime she was around. I leaned toward her and pressed my lips to hers, and our tongues began an erotic wrestling match within our mouths. She finally pushed me away, saying, “If we fuck around too much here, we'll never make it to the club.”
I couldn't help but experience a feeling of frustration, mixed with a lingering anticipation of what we might experience.
We entered the club and soon found a table with two empty seats. Our scantily clad waitress came to our table and we ordered a couple of White Russians to drink. All the while, Vicki was scanning the room to try and spot potential participants. The club had a crowd that one would expect to see on a Friday night, mostly couples. There were, however, more than a few single men who were there; each one hoping to get lucky and enjoy a piece of pussy before the night was through.
“Okay,” Vicki said. “I think I have some guys in mind.” She stood from her seat and asked, “How do I look?”
“As sexy as ever,” I replied.
In as much as this was something that neither of us had ever done, I could tell that Vicki was a little nervous. Truth be told, I was a little nervous, too.
I watched intently as I saw Vicki approaching a table where a red-headed guy was sitting. I saw Vicki leaning over to rest her hands on the table while she talked to him. Suddenly, Vicki stood up and raised her skirt. The red-headed guy's eyes widened as he stared at her delicious bald pussy. I have always enjoyed my cousin's pussy, and I loved eating cum from her freshly fucked love hole.
She pointed over to me, and I gave the guy a simple wave. I saw the guy nodding his head as if to say, “Yes.”
Vicki repeated the process finding a guy with blonde hair, a guy with brown hair, and finally, one guy with a head as bald as Vicki's pussy.
After the fourth table, Vicki turned to me and gave me a thumbs-up signal, which told me that she had finished making her selections and it was time to get the party started.
I rose from my table, headed for the door, and then up the stairs to our motel room. I sat on a chair next to the bed and waited patiently. Soon, I could hear people talking and laughing outside the door, followed by the clicking sound of the locking mechanism, and the door opened. Vicki came in first, with her four new boyfriends in tow.
I stood up and greeted everyone. “Hi,” I said. “My name is Bill. Did she tell you guys the ground rules?”
The four men exchanged glances. The bald guy was the first to speak, “All she told me was that she wanted to experience a gang-bang.” The other three men nodded in agreement.
“Okay,” I said. “Here are the other rules. First, it has to be anonymous sex, so please no mention of your names. Also, there is to be no forcing. You are not to impose yourself onto her as to inflict any kind of pain. And, lastly, once you have shot your load, you are welcome to sit by and watch, and if you feel you can go again, please do. But remember – she (pointing to Vicki) has the final say as to when it is over. You all understand?”
