Date: Thu, 22 Jul 2004 07:38:35 -0400
From: katy putain <katyputain@hotmail.com>
Subject: Katy goes for a row

Katy goes for a row
By Katy Putain

MM/MF gang fucking


I was turning 18 the same week my kid brother Aaron was turning 15. My
boyfriend Brad, who had recently spent a weekend making Aaron his little
boyfriend, too, fucking us both alternately in our beds while Mom and Dad
were away, promised us something special for our birthday week. As neither
Aaron nor I were able to walk properly for a couple of days after Brad was
done with us that weekend, we both wondered what the hell he had in
mind. Even Brad admitted his poor black cunt prodder was damn well beat
unconscious after so much pussy service.

"Reckon this fella's gone into a cock coma," he announced in the early
hours of the Monday morning, pointing to the red slit of that beautiful
fuck tool, oozing the last of another load freshly emptied into my kid
bro's boy pussy. Aaron lay curled in a little puddle of his own boy cum,
panting and breathless, his asshole dribbling Brad's load. "Monster needs a
break from you two for a few days now."

Aaron and I both needed time tighten up again anyway. In those two days of
what felt like endless fucking, Aaron went from an introverted
straight-playing gay boy into a cock-loving bitch faggot. He was a
handsome, horny bastard, too; soft downy hair on his hard chest and dimpled
buns, broad, hard shoulders, narrow little waist, and a pretty face under
blonde curls – I loved having him on top of me, in a missionary fuck, while
Brad shafted him from behind and crammed his willing ass with black
cock. All three of us were well satisfied with that
arrangement... provided, of course, that I got my share of Brad's cock,
too. No way was I giving that up.

It was a little over a week after that very long weekend that I got a call
from Brad, slipping into his cussin' talk, bidding me and Aaron to be at
the boatshed Tuesday after canoeing training for what he called an
inimitable birthday treat. I told Aaron to expect a going over from that
black cock he'd become so very fond of, and he swallowed real hard, his
little puckered cherry lips parting in fag-anticipation of lickin' that
delicious black foreskin, I reckon.

Must've been five by the time we arrived at the boatshed Tuesday
afternoon. I'd put on my tightest button-up shorts and not bothered with
panties. Aaron had pulled his jeans on and not bothered with jocks either –
hell, we were a pair of fuck-horny teenagers desperate for some of that
cock we'd been deprived of for over a week. Aaron had a tight white t-shirt
over his hard little body and I had my white school blouse on, all the time
thinkin' about how easy it should be for Brad to get his big paws on my
tits.

We could hear the guys, hauling the canoe off the stones and into the shed,
as we arrived. I immediately recognised Kyle Shearer's voice – my ex,
pre-Brad fuck. As we turned into the doorway of the boatshed, one of the
other guys looked up and whistled. It was Sean Fung, the horniest Asian guy
you ever laid eyes on, solid beefcake on legs of steel and skin smooth as
silk head to toe – well, I'd never seen certain parts in between, by I'd
been assured of the fact by two girls who'd done a damn sight more than
look at the guy.

Brad was behind Sean and turned at the wolf-whistle.

"Well!" He let out a low sexy laugh. "It's my two little fuck toys,
boys. Ooh, look at dat... day's bote in deir play-clo's, too."

He was in a sassin' mood, sexy as hell in his Spandex, his massive cock
curled in his crotch, the head of it clearly etched against his thigh. He
glanced at my own crotch and I knew I had a little wet patch coming on as I
got horny thinking about him doing me. He lifted his eyes and stared
straight into me, much as to say: I'm gonna fuck the cunt off you.

The guys were in a row, just as they'd lowered the canoe into place. Behind
Brad was another guy, taller and built, his dark hair hanging in his
eyes. He lifted a broad arm to push it back over his head and I saw
complete sex on legs. Beyond him was Kyle Shearer.

"The Putain pussies," Kyle said with a laugh. His mouth curled into a
snarl. "Brother must be tighter than the sister, I reckon."

Brad laughed: "Heh-heh... not much. Hey, Aaron, you sweet faced little
honey, wottchoo want for yo' birthday, baby?"

Aaron was about as red as watermelon, but he swallowed hard and replied
clear enough: "A good hard fucking, Brad. That's what I want. I good hard
fucking in my ass, man."

"Ooh, you little faggot." Sean Fung stepped outta line and moved toward
Aaron. His massive cock was boning up in his Spandex. "Howzabout the guys
takin' turns with you, faggot?"

Kyle was watching me as I watched things unfolding between Brad and Sean
and Aaron. I'd done my usual unconscious thing of slipping my hand between
my legs when things started to get hot. Kyle slipped his own hand after
mine, and started rubbing my raw cunt through my shorts.

"Aw, Katy." He barely whispered it, close to my ear. "Howzabout the guys
takin' turns with you, baby? Ever had your little brother give it to you in
that whore's asshole of yours? Fuck, I'd like to see that..."

He unzipped my shorts and pulled the zip apart to reveal my shaved
fuck-mound. I leaned back against the wall as he displayed me for the other
guy who was coming up behind him. The hunky one leaned on Kyle's shoulder
as he slipped my shorts off my waist and peeled them down to my thighs.

"Oh, man," he breathed. "She's shaved it clean! Jesus. Looks like a fuckin'
ten year old's pussy!"

I spread my legs as wide as I could with my shorts stretched across them,
displaying my slut-box.

"Well, man," said Kyle, "you'd know – you've had enough ten year olds,
huh?"

They were both sporting hard-ons in their Spandex now. Kyle spread my cunt
lips with his fingers.

"Scottie, where's the grease, man?"

So Scott was the hunk, and he went to fetch the grease. It was the stuff
they used on the hulls of the canoes. There was a pail of it by the rowlock
of the nearest canoe on the boatshed floor. Scott held the pail while Kyle
slid his fingers through it and turned his attention to my exposed cunt.

"Fuck, man, she wants it," said Scott. "She wants it big time."

I wanted it all right: the thought of having them share my holes made me
light-headed.

"You ain't met Scottie." Kyle tossed his head in the direction of his horny
handsome mate. "Scottie's fond of a bitta pre-pube pussy, y'know?" He slid
his greased-up fingertips over my cunt-lips. "Went to work on his little
sisters before they started high school. Now he's gottem trained like
fuckun whores. You know what you are, Scottie?" Kyle stood to one side of
me as he dipped his fingers inside me so Scott could see him rub my smooth,
glistening mound with his palm: "You're a fuckun incestuous little pimp,
mate. That's what you are."

Scottie was slipping his Spandex down his hips and revealing his huge dark
cock, thick as a python and erect as a goddamn cobra. His thighs were
hairless – his whole body had been waxed into baby-butt smoothness. I saw
his big bald balls swinging under his shaft and already imagined them
hanging out of my cunt.

"It's real important the girls do as I say," he said. He slid his Spandex
over his ankles and tossed it aside, standing there buck naked. Flicking
his dark hair out of his eyes, he settled his hands on his hips, his
beautiful cock pointed right at me. "Now, bitch: you're gonna do as I say,
too, right?"

Kyle was fingering and rubbing me as I leaned back, my thighs apart. I was
opening and closing my eyes, only really half aware of anything beyond
those fingers working me into a wet, sloppy mess. I looked Scottie's hot,
naked body up and down and licked my lips. He snarled at me as stepped
closer.

"You wanna know my favourite thing, Katy?" His teeth and tongue were on my
throat, as he whispered: "I get my little sisters to lie naked, one on top
of the other, so their pussies are rubbin', an' I mount the pair of `em,
fuckin' `em simultaneous, y'know? Into one, then into the other... they're
writhin' under me, mashin' their little teen tits together, while I service
the both of `em..."

His fat, cut cockhead was teasing my greased-up cunt as he licked and bit
at my neck and I reached down, grabbed the base of his shaft and shoved him
into me, deep and fast.

"Woo-hoo!" Kyle slapped Scott's bare ass as he bucked into me, leaning
against the wall of the boatshed. "Hey, Braddy! Look-a-here, man: your
girlfriend's coppin' it in style!" I opened my eyes at the mention of
Brad's name. Over Scott's shoulder, as he slammed my cunt with his massive
cock, I could see Brad's face focused hard on what was going on at the end
of his own beautiful black fuck-rod. Aaron was on all fours, like the
little fag-fuck that he was, his white t-shirt pulled up to his shoulders,
his jeans crumpled on the floor, his sweet mouth crammed with black cock,
his tight teen ass full of Asian cock. Sean was crouched, naked, behind my
brother, his big hands on Aaron's slender hips, as he sodomized him like a
dog. Aaron made little whimpering puppy-love sounds through his nose as his
fuck-holes were worked over by my boyfriend and his mate, the stars of the
goddamn rowing squad.

"Oh, man!" Brad turned to watch Scott pounding at the pussy he loved so
much himself. "You gotta try diss bitch's mouth when yo' done wit' dat
bitch's cunt, man! Heh-heh! Fill `er good, an' I'll swap ya, Scottie-baby!"

Scott's mouth closed over mine, and his tongue sank deep into my throat. I
could feel his balls tightening between my thighs because I couldn't spread
them any further apart. We were banging into the tin wall of the boatshed
as I realised that the tickling around my ass was Kyle's hair: he was under
us, his head between my thighs, tonguing Scott's hairless balls.

"Aw, fuck, aw, man, jeeezers!" Scott's hips slammed mine as Kyle's tongue
sent him over the edge. "I'm gonna spill, man, I'm gonna spill!" He pulled
out of my red cunt, and spurted gob after gob of fuck-cream over my greasy
pussy and Kyle's face. Cum was dripping from my cunt and the crimson slit
of Scott's throbbing cockhead, and Kyle opened his mouth to take it as it
fell.

"Kyle, dammit, you cum-slurpin' queer! Fuckun catch this gob, faggot!"

But as Scott stepped away from me to shake his dripping cockhead into
Kyle's mouth, Kyle was already getting to his feet. He shoved his mouth
into mine, forcing Scott's load into my throat.

"Taste him, bitch." He slid his fingers over my splattered fuck-mound and
lifted them to my lips: "Lick him off me." I licked every drop of Scott's
salty load off Kyle's fingers as he reached down and pulled my shorts from
my thighs with his other hand. "Get `em off!"

As I stepped out of my shorts, I heard Brad's voice: "Strap her in the
beckets!"

I saw Kyle's eyes widen in surprise at the idea and he grabbed my
wrist. The beckets were the leather straps in the canoes for holding the
oars in position. As I stepped willingly into the canoe, naked but for my
little open blouse, my pussy drizzling Scott's cum and my own fuck juices
on my greasy thighs, Scott grabbed my other wrist and the two of them
pulled me down to my knees in the base of the canoe. The straps were
studded into position and I knelt there, my knees apart, my backdoor pussy
raised to the world.

"Look at that pretty little ass," breathed Scott. "Where's that fuckin'
grease?"

Then Brad: "C'mon honey, you sweet liddle fag-fuck-toy o'mine. Git yo'self
over here!"

Brad had Aaron by the hair and was hauling him into the canoe behind
me. Sean's glistening cock swung into view.

"Hey, Katy: clean my cock up, bitch. Get your kid bro's ass-juices off it
for me."

Sean lifted my face with his palm to my forehead and I opened my mouth to
take him. His uncut cockhead slid to the back of my throat and I tasted
pre-cum and Aaron's asshole on my tongue. Behind me, I felt more than one
pair of hands pulling my thighs apart, fingers probing my swollen, sloppy
fuck-mound, others greasing my ass.

"Mount yo' sister's ass, boy!" Brad was giving his orders, as if the boys
were rowing. "C'mon, boy! Look at that hot liddle teen cock! Put it in
there, go on, fuck yo' sister up the ass!"

One of them was pulling my butt apart as Aaron sank his stiff prick into my
backdoor pussy. I gagged on Sean's cock and heard Aaron moan and his hot
hands reached under my body to grab my tits.

"Yeah, fuck her ass, fuck her!" Kyle urged my brother deeper into me. "Aw,
man! That's brotherly love for ya! Heh-heh!" My hole opened to take Aaron
deep inside me and my nipples were hard as bullets in his fingers. But my
cunt was desperately empty, and with my wrists held tight in the beckets,
and my throat full of cock, I was unable to beg for the good hard fucking I
wanted.

"C'mon, kid, taste my shaft." It was Scott. I opened my eyes to see him
straddling the canoe, his legs spread above my shoulders. He was forcing
his cock, now hard again, into Aaron's mouth. "Taste your sister's pussy,
kid. I been fuckin' her real deep there."

"Yeah, eat his cock." It was Kyle. The canoe was rocking under the rhythm
of so much action. I spread my knees further. "And eat mine with your
faggot asshole."

Kyle plunged into Aaron; I could feel the pressure of him sodomizing my
little brother as Aaron fucked me deep in my own ass. I closed my eyes to
concentrate on giving Sean the blowjob his beautiful cock deserved, but
Brad's voice, all silky and husky, right up close to my ear, distracted me
again.

"I got somethun' special for you, honey. I knows that liddle cunt a'yo's is
beggin' for somethun' big to fill `er up, an' I reckon I's got jiss the
thing, baby. Heh-heh... Now keep those knees spread for Braddy... I wanna
see those thick cunt-lips hangin' wide open now... Yo' gettin' a special
birthday present, baby."

I heard Scott laugh and Sean let out a whistle.

"Ohh, maan!" Kyle clicked his tongue. "Yeah, force it into her, man. Let
the whore have it!"

I felt the rock hardness of something thick and smooth pressing against my
clit and I let out a moan around the shaft of Sean's ploughing cock. Then
it entered me, shafting slowly but steadily into my pussy...

"Woo-hoo! Look at her takin' it!" Scott slapped my brother's face as he
relentlessly slammed that massive fuck-tool into his throat. "Hey, Kyle –
you wanna drink some more of me, fag, or will I let the kid have it?"

"Fuck you!" Kyle rammed Aaron's hole. "The faggot's gettin' it dumped both
ends while his sister takes the world's biggest dildo in her whore's cunt!"

It was an oar. Brad was fucking me with an oar. The fibreglass stem plunged
deeper into me than any cock, and he tooled me, in and out, with the
thing. It was at least two inches wide; my cunt was running with cum and
grease and what was left of Scott's first load as Brad worked the oar
harder and faster into me. From the moaning he was doing, I could tell he
was jacking himself with one hand at the sight of what he was doing to me,
my brother's cock slamming my ass, and his mates variously fucking into our
other holes like a pack of dogs.

"Oh, honey, oh, baby, I jiss love seein' that hot cunt takin' it! Oh, look
a' that, boys, jiss look! She's squeezin' her pussy tight round the fucker!
She's juicin' up big time, yessiree! She's cummin', ain'tcha baby, she's
cummin'!"

I was orgasming, pulling the oar handle deeper into my cunt than anything
had ever been. I was kneeling there with my wrists bound, my brother's cock
buried in my ass, a stranger's shaft fucking my face, like a bitch in heat,
and I was cumming, over and over, with eighteen inches of dildo rammed up
my cunt under my boyfriend's thrust.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum!" Sean grabbed my ears like handles and shoved my nose
deep into his black pube mound as he emptied himself down my throat. "Ohhh,
fuck, drink me, drink me, whore!"

Banging my ass under the pressure of Kyle's pounding, I heard Aaron
whimpering, his own mouth full of Scott's giant cock. I felt the hot rush
of his own load in my asshole as Scott moaned and growled into his second
orgasm, shooting into Aaron's mouth.

"Yeah, I'm creamin' his boy-cunt, yeah, ooh, I'm fuckun' fillin' him!" Kyle
shot up Aaron's ass, just as Scott pulled out of his mouth and Aaron
coughed up a wad of fuck milk on to my back.

"Aw, fuck, aw, shit!" My kid brother sobbed in ecstasy, his own cock still
buried hard and fast in my ass.

"C'mon, then, honey, c'mon." Brad was stepping into the canoe in front of
me, replacing Sean. I knew Sean's cum was dribbling from my lips, but I was
ready to take Brad, my cunt still throbbing around the oar shoved so deep
into me. "Gimme those beautiful tits, baby, give' em to Braddy." He lifted
me by the shoulders, my wrists still tied tight, and lowered himself into a
crouch, his thighs under my arms, to thrust his massive black fuck-tool
between my breasts. He fucked my tits apart, ploughing upward, the cockhead
swollen and pink after the sucking it had taken in Aaron's mouth, the slit
opening and dribbling pre-cum as it appeared in my cleavage. As he slammed
his cock against my chest, I was pushed backward, Aaron's cock and the
thick shaft of the oar sliding deeper into my twin cunts.

"Oh, Katy, jiss look at yo', all dribbling my friend's cum from yo' lips,
like a ho!" His big hands went from my shoulders to my tits, forcing them
together, tight around his thrusting cock. I slid back further onto the oar
and felt myself juicing up again. "Zat good, honey? You like that thing
shoved in yo' cunt, baby? Oooh, baby, lower your face now, baby, `n' open
yo' pretty liddle mouth, coz I knows yo' still thirsty for my spunk,
honey!"

Both of his hands went to the back of my head, pushing my face down to his
cock. I opened my mouth as he exploded, the first stream hitting the back
of my throat, the second the middle of my tongue. Then gob after gob
spilled on to my tits as he grunted and sighed through the unloading of his
big, black balls.

As he slipped from between my tits, there were whistles and whups from the
other guys. I felt Aaron's weight lift from my back as he withdrew from my
ass. Brad brought his forehead to press against mine.

"Oh, honey... now ya kin tell yo' friends I took ya rowin' for yo'
birthday, huh?" He laughed softly into my face: "An' didn' we all jiss have
the nicest day out now, baby?"

END