It was Thursday, with just two more days before Keith and Lynn would arrive. I had spent the last few days working with the Coke bottle without getting it in far enough to do any good. My thoughts, daydreams and regular dreams were wild.
I had to put the fires out. Taking the garden hose I pushed the end into my teat and turned the knob until it was on hard. The heavy stream hit my womb like a sledgehammer, cleaning, bruising, filling my insides. The smell and taste of cum still clung to me. I pulled the hose out and shot it into my face. The fiery need eased a little but didn't go away. I kicked my ruined panties the rest of the way off. Using every ounce of self-control I had, I walked to tie creek and waded in.
The cold water cooled my legs as I waded to the center of the stream. I sat down so it was up to my neck. Slowly, very slowly, the frustration and the aching need ebbed, leaving me shaken and exhausted.
I was so tired I fell asleep immediately.
In my dream I was with Gary, my boy friend, in his mom's car. He was fondling my boobs again. The delightful, almost lazy way his fingers explored, turned me on. It was like he was doing it to me right then. In my dream I felt his fingers slide between the buttons of my blouse trail along the flesh at the edge of the cups and carefully, almost shyly, force the soft mounds to give enough that he could get his fingers into the cups. I shivered as they worked their way to the airy softness that surrounded my nipples.
It was fun, it was beautiful, it was nice. In my dream I was going to be satisfied. In my dream it wasn't ugly, brutal, and it didn't leave me frantic or feeling dirty and weird. I sighed as his fingers found the shoulder strap and pushed it down so it hung loosely from my arm.
I felt the warm delight as his fingers trailed like fire across my tender flesh, turning the cup inside out and exposing my tit to the night. I felt him bend over and purred as he kissed the satin smoothness and tugged gently on the little brown nipple, making it stiffen in need.
His fingers undid the rest of the buttons on my blouse and bared my little tummy. He explored above the waistband of my miniskirt for a few minutes. Then, when I was powerless to stop him, he slid his fingers up my naked thighs, directing the fiery passions of his touch, like bolts of lightning, into my womanhood. My cunt was burning and drooling long before he ever touched my panties.
At first I kept my legs locked tightly together, forcing him to work on the springy soft V of my pubic forest and lower tummy. When I was deliciously wet between my legs and my cuntlips were on fire with the need for him to touch and excite, I began to relax and let him push my thighs back.
His fingers felt so strong and good. They gripped the soft, relaxed insides of my legs and moved them so he could reach more and more of my cunt. He delighted in pulling and pushing the leg bands of my panties into the crack of my ass so he could make them into a tight G-string. The ritual was always the same. He would fill the crack of my ass with the nylon and elastic, draw the bands over my hips on the sides and guide it back into my split.
I never fired of this. It gave him a chance to work on my hairy cuntlips while the elastic applied a tight, warm pressure on my inner flaps. He worked on me for a long time before dipping his finger under the thin straight line of material and testing the hole to see how wet it was.
By this time, in my dream, I was ready. My cunt was hot and drooling. He made me lift my ass off the seat and pulled my panties off. He teased the cuntlips with his fingers. He rubbed them together, he tugged on them. He dipped his finger inside my waiting hole and bent his head so he could suck my exposed nipple into his mouth.
The fire, the itch, the need, was all lodged deep inside. I thrilled to his fingers. I reached over and rubbed his crotch. In my dream I was inexperienced and properly shy. I wouldn't think of taking it on myself to pull his cock out and play with it.
When he had reduced me to a bundle of trembling need I begged him to do me. He grinned so masterfully as he undid his pants. I stared in awe at his six-inch cock – it always looked so big to me. Hiking up my skirt and half-slip so he could watch, I rested my back against the front seat and squatted on top of him.
He always had trouble finding my cunt-hole so I would end up holding onto his hot, wet cock and guiding it between the tender, swollen little petals and on inside. There it scrubbed the walls clean. It rubbed the juice into the slick sides, it poked and prodded, building me to a deliciously nice high and cascading me over the brink as he flushed my cunt out with his hot jism.
But now, even in my dream, I didn't go over the lovely, eternal falls. I stopped short and found I was left with a need inside me that still demanded release.
Waking up, I couldn't stand it any longer. If I didn't get this thing solved, then I was through. I had to stop before I went completely out of my mind.
It was only a little over a day now before Keith would arrive. Now that the crisis had simmered down and I'd had a nap of sorts, maybe I could jack off and at least drive the need out of my body.
I was frightened. If that didn't work I would just keep going higher and higher. But I was pretty sure it would. It seemed only new, wild or unusual things kept me from at least losing all feelings. Thinking that I'd given my body enough time to get over it, I lay there on the towel and began to rub my clit. I was going to be careful. If I didn't stop where I thought I should then I'd go back for another swim and cool down that way.
I stroked my boobs like Gary used to. My nipples didn't rise and pout hard but they warmed and tingled. The light stroke of my finger along my slit and across the clit-hill felt nice. I lay there for several minutes, carefully regulating my caresses so I didn't overreact. Slowly the pain and tension turned to pleasure and I sighed.
The hose had washed and dried out my cunt and it was several minutes before it started dribbling its juice again so I could work a couple of fingers inside myself. The need in my body rose and warmed as my fingers pushed and prodded the soft flesh inside my cunt.
I scooted over, under a tree and, spreading my legs, pulled my little cuntlips up so I could watch them and started rubbing them back and forth together. I was a mess. I had to have a shower and get all of the jism and dirt off me. I felt horribly unclean.
Speeding up, I dug for my clit and exposed it. I began to rub furiously. My box began to drool around the buried fingers and wink tightly around the knuckles. My clit became charged with the electricity of sex and I began to tremble.
Then my punishment took over and my orgasm was blocked. But the painful need to keep going disappeared. That was fine. It was what I wanted. I could wait now until Saturday. I had to.
Saturday arrived and with it my brother and his wife. It was a tearful reunion. I was really horny from going without for two days. I was keyed up from looking forward to their coming, and overanxious to tell them my story and find a solution. I had made no plans past their visit. I was convinced they would be able to help me. If they couldn't I was lost and I knew it.
Keith and Lynn took me inside and calmed me down after I burst into tears at the car. It was embarrassing, humiliating and painful, but I poured my heart out to them, telling them everything.
"And you say you have a feeling that either Lynn and me can break the spell you've put yourself under – as long as you concentrate on an orgasm?" Keith asked, in a way that told me he already had an idea.
"That's right. I don't know why. I guess maybe it's the power I feel and the faith I have in you guys," I answered.
"God, Sis – I don't know. You've already been hurt so much – what I have in mind will only make you suffer more. In fact, it will hurt like hell!"
"I don't care!" I cried. "If it will help me get over this, then I'll do anything you say. I'm not afraid of a little more pain."
Keith laid his plan out to us, admitting that it was far out, but I agreed with him all the way. Getting up, the three of us left the kitchen and went to my bedroom. Once we'd climbed out of our clothes and I'd gotten onto the bed, with one of them on either side, they were ready to start.
My brother and his wife were swingers but I knew my story had shocked them. Even now, as we got ready to put Keith's plan into action, I could tell that Lynn was a little green around the edges.
Keith started on my boobs and Lynn on my cunt. It wasn't hard to set me off, either. In fact my cunt was dripping its clear juice before I even got to the bed. When my brother's strong, educated fingers stroked the sides and bottom of my jugs. I shivered and felt the warmth spreading trough my body.
"Wow," he chuckled when he saw my reaction. "I guess you are horny!"
Lynn glanced toward my nipples and shook her head in surprise. The little brown spouts had become so hard that they'd drawn the brown rings that framed them up into tiny ice cream cones. They jutted proudly outward like two tree stumps from the goosebump-covered mounds of my trembling tits.
A blush had already reddened my suntanned chest and I could see my heart pounding, shaking my entire rib cage. He lowered his face and sucked the taut nipples between his lips as his fingers probed and set fires deep inside my soft tits.
Lynn ran her smooth hand over my tummy and it jerked and twitched to her touch. She slid her little finger into my belly button and pushed, shooting sparks clear to my asshole. She slid her hands along my sides, tickling in a way that excited me even more.
My legs were already spread as far as they would go, but she didn't try to touch my cunt. Keith had suggested that they work on every part of my body first, that they build me as high as I could go so that when I got my cookies off it would be a total experience.
Lynn worked on my tummy, hips and sides with her fingers and tongue, drawing small circles and crosses, nipping, licking, sucking, pinching, wetting my skin and then blowing it dry.
The pain of having strangers pawing me, wasn't there this time. These were people who loved me and cared. They were more interested in helping me than in helping themselves. Keith wasn't saying maybe it would work – he was saying it definitely would! The fears and anxiety were starting to leave me.
Keith's mouth and tongue worked on my tits as his hands caressed, massaged, pinched and teased my neck, shoulders and ribs. Between the two of them I was soon so worked up that I couldn't lie still. My breath was coming in gasps. Moans were coming from deep in my throat, my heart was pounding furiously and cunt-juice was pouring from the hole between my legs.
My brother's lips left my tits and found my mouth. I opened wide to receive his strong tongue and began to duel desperately with it. He would break the kiss every few minutes to shower my face with kisses, or my neck, or my shoulders or tits. Once his tongue even cleaned the sweat from my arm pits, making them tingle.
Lynn started on my legs, stroking and massaging my ankles and calves. Keith found my ears and followed the sculptured curves with his tongue, blowing lightly into them until my head throbbed with the same need as my body.
My sister-in-law worked on my thighs, stroking, running her fingers toward my cunt, but always stopping short. I felt her tongue burn a trail up the insides of my thighs, following her cool fingers toward the aching source of my need. She pinched the soft flesh where my thighs joined my ass. She pinched the satin undersides of my butt. She trailed her finger lightly along the crack of my ass. Her hands slid under me, cupping the big muscles of my butt and rubbing them deeply, making my need go deeper and deeper into my belly and ass.
Before long I had gone past my normal level of need. But it was still pleasant. I had gone so high so many times now, that I was able to accept more than a normal human being. They heated every part of my body but my cunt and my asshole.
Lynn stopped for a few minutes and went out to the kitchen while Keith worked on me alone. When she came back in she had a length of rag that she'd tied knots in, a pencil and the big jar of Vaseline.
Keith left me alone with Lynn and headed for the barn. I was beginning to feel the apex of need now. It was starting to become unbearable. I couldn't hold still; I twisted and thrashed on the bed. My ass tightened and began rolling in fucking motions. My eyes glazed a little and I couldn't focus properly.
Lynn forced my straining thighs apart and brushed my pubic hair with her fingers. I squealed and trembled with hot excitement. She brushed the fur forest from end to end for several minutes. My cunt-juice had flooded over the bottom of my ass, covering both walls of the deep crack as well as my asshole.
The woman's fingers began to scratch the hairy lips of my cunt. I thrilled painfully in my need to the delicious tingling as her fingernails scratched.
The tender flesh beneath the hair began to burn. She pulled the lips apart, stretching them so my cunt-mouth stood out lewdly. Holding them apart, she trailed her fingers around the swollen, slick lips, making them quiver.
She rubbed the very top of my split. She rubbed my pubic bone hard. She caressed, stroked and pinched the gentle rise of my clit-cowl, from where it started to where it peaked. She spread the inside lips and ran her fingernail carefully up the gully. She poked and rubbed my piss-hole. She tugged on the lips, she rubbed them together, she exposed my little clit and caressed it.
I almost passed out. There was no orgasm in sight. She lowered her mouth and started to nibble on the bloated little lips. I screamed and began beating the bed with my fists. I felt lightheaded. My mind was being run through a wringer and mashed out of shape. I was sure it would snap at any second. Then she stopped.
It wasn't to let me cool down. It was to get me ready. I did as I was told and rolled over. She picked up the rag strip and pencil, and spread my ass-cheeks. I felt the rag touch my ass. I felt her push the pencil eraser against my aching asshole. Then I felt the rag being stuffed inside me. The knots itched and burned as more and more of the rag entered my ass.
When she had finished, my ass ached with heat as bad as my cunt. She tossed the pencil to one side and tugged on the rag until the tail dangled loosely but was held securely against the inside wall of my asshole by the first rugged knot.
Making me roll back over, she put the final touches on our preparation. Locking her thighs around my head she rubbed her own wet, drooling cunt against my mouth and nose so I was assailed with her musty odor of sexual need. My tongue flicked out automatically, without thinking about it, and tasted the warm salty wetness of her sweat and cunt-juice.
I don't know how she did it, but while I licked her, she started to cover my cunt with the jelly lubricant. Even though I could tell that she was filled to overflowing with her own need, and about to climax, she forced herself to fill my pussy with the sticky grease. Her fingers rubbed the inside of my cunt as she worked.
Then her fingers left my cunt-hole and concentrated on my clit and outer cuntlips. By the time she was done I had nearly a full jar of Vaseline inside me and spread all over my crotch.
Keith came in before Lynn reached a climax from my sucking, and made us go to the barn. Lynn was gripped with need and barely able to walk. Keith had to carry me. I couldn't have made it on my own.
The couple let go of my feet and I was held there for a second with my ass off the platform. Then the animal pulled out and my ass hit the blanket. But only for a second. He drove in again and I was back in the air, held up by the big cock inside me.
The desperate frustration of the last several weeks left me. The painful uselessness I felt, as I built up above what it took to normally climax, was replaced with a delicious sense of going toward the ultimate of experiences.
There was no question in my mind that I was going to succeed. The confidence I felt added to the delicious sense as my mind triggered the switch, allowing me to leave my self-imposed hell, and start the glorious climb to an orgasm.
I climbed to the orgasm cliff, tiptoed along the edge, tight-rope walked for another couple of his thrusts and then stepped bravely over the edge.
"I'm coming! Oh! Oooh! Ooooh God, but it's wonderful! I'm coming! I don't believe it! Oh-oooh…" I panted.
Lynn jerked the rag out of my ass. I felt every knot as it pulled and burned through my nearly crushed shit chute. I was lifted by the strongest of glorious winds, higher even than I'd been seconds before. It was the Fourth of July. Roman candles, sparklers, sun-bursts, spinners, showers, waves of colored lights danced before my eyes. My ears were filled with music. It was like three symphony orchestras, a couple of rock bands and God himself playing on the drums.
Waves of peace and utter contentment eased me gently down. Waves of excited, urgent thrills threw me back, higher into the heavens, as he jammed back in.
I was babbling. I was mewing. I was growling. I wasn't making any sense – but then I wasn't trying to. I was totally aware of my body. It seemed I could feel each individual hair on the animal's belly as it scraped against me. I could feel every little cell of his giant cock as it stretched and raced in and out of me.
Not only was I reaching an orgasm but I was reaching the ultimate orgasm. I slowly floated down to where I was with the mortals again, only to find myself building toward another one.
I tottered on the brink again and flew off for another wonderful, rich orgasm as the cock inside me trembled, swelled, stretched my cunt even wider, then spewed its load under pressure. My cunt gurgled, bubbled, squished and splashed with the slick, smelly stuff squirting out the sides and around the cock. It took a couple of minutes to find my voice. Finally, after catching my breath, I called out weakly for Keith and Lynn. The only answer was the sound of gasping and panting.
I managed to lift myself up to where I could see Keith's sweating back, shoulders and pistoning ass. They hadn't been able to wait any longer. I was glad. I was completely satisfied for the moment.
That night, after we'd cleaned up and had supper, my brother and his wife decided to give me a massage. My entire body was stretched and strained.
Their probing fingers kneaded the sore muscles, working on each one until the tension and soreness left. They used a heat lamp I hadn't even known about and a vibrating massager they had brought with them.
Two hours later, their arms and hands aching from the hard work of massaging me, they had only my pussy left. I felt like a million dollars. Lynn got the massager, replaced the batteries, and Keith directed my head to his lap with a comment that he had something that needed a lot of massaging done by a mouth.
I took his hot, salty-tasting cock in my mouth and began to run my tongue around its crimson head. I heard Lynn flip the vibrator on and almost choked on the cock as she touched it to my clit.
Keith rolled over on his side and buried his face in his wife's cunt. Lynn completed the circle by gently easing the heavenly vibrator in and out of my tortured pussy. We lay that way for a long time, relishing the aroma and flavor of each other.
I had never felt so close to anyone. I had never felt so content, or so at peace. Life was going to be all right again. The banana-shaped vibrator throbbed and shook inside me. It not only excited my cunt and made it drool, but also relieved the ache and pain of my stretched muscles. I built up slowly, savoring every delicious second of the wonderful sensation.
Keith's mighty cock was so stiff that it bowed slightly in the center. I could hear Lynn gasping and purring. Her hand trembled every once in a while as Keith's expert tongue found and teased each of the right spots.
The plastic vibrator vanished in my cunt. Lynn rolled me over to where her mouth could find my clit. Her tongue flicked out and slapped it eagerly. Keith found my tits and began playing with them and I shot higher and higher.
Keith began to shiver and his cock was throbbing. He pulled off me. Lynn got up and knelt over my face, filling my mouth with her hairy swamp. Keith pulled my legs up and hooked one of my ankles over each shoulder.
My brother's big cock replaced the vibrator quickly as he took it out and tossed it aside. I barely felt it at first because of my stretched condition and the warm numbness the vibrator had left inside me.
My tongue flicked out and found Lynn's clit as her cunt-juice dribbled and ran down the underside of my tongue and pooled at its base. Then the effects of the vibrator began to wear off and I felt Keith shooting in and out of my cunt. I felt guilty about being so loose. I wondered if he could feel my slick twat and tried to tighten my cunt-muscles.
He didn't seem to mind. I could hear his ragged breathing and knew he was getting ready to fill me with his cum. Pushing my tongue inside Lynn's cunt I could feel it trying to milk me. My own snatch was boiling with need. Lynn grabbed my tits and began to squeeze them as she gripped my head in a bruising hold between her thighs and frantically rolled her hips into my face. Keith lunged in and out as hard as he could and I felt the first splashes of his cum before I rocked into my own orgasm.
When it was over we collapsed into a heap. I could do it. My curse was over – I was normal again. Not only that but I had managed to give them the best thank-you in the world – my body.
My problems weren't completely over yet. I had been aroused so often during my search for the cure that it had become a habit. I was almost addicted to sex. But that I could handle. I knew I could.