If it had been wonderful before, now was even better. Heather simply closed her eyes, let her body go limp, and let the incredible sensations wash over her as the two brothers drove in and out of her convulsing, quaking body. Every movement sent paroxysms of pleasure through her, causing her throat and ass muscles to clutch spasmodically at the cocks that were so deliciously invading her. That only drove the two men to even greater heights of excitement, and they pounded their massive cocks into her tiny body with ever growing fury. It was heavenly. Suddenly both men stopped moving, both their cocks fully buried in Heather's body. She couldn't stand it; she wanted them to keep moving, to continue driving into her until she burst from the build-up of sheer pleasure. She tried to move herself, but she was pinned between them, her legs dangling in the air, firmly caught on those giant pegs of throbbing flesh. She couldn't understand what had happened. Then, through her pleasure-drugged daze, she heard Mrs. Vastos's piercing voice. "Oh, Miss Heather. You do so good. Both my boys really enjoy, I can tell. But you don't mind stop for minute. Here is George. George my nephew. He have nice schlong too. George, you take clothes off and show Miss Heather your schlong." George had slipped into the kitchen almost unnoticed, and had stood in shocked silence for several minutes before his aunt noticed him. What an incredible sight. That luscious young girl, barely a teenager really, being double-fucked by his two cousins with their giant horse-cocks. And Chris actually had his prick in her asshole. It was beyond belief, but there it was, right in front of him. His own cock hardened in his pants immediately and he reached down to rub it. And what was more incredible was that she seemed to be looking over at him, welcoming him, and all that with those giant cocks stuffing her. He knew grown women who wouldn't even touch his cousins' cocks, so frighteningly huge did they find them, yet this little girl seemed to be revelling in them. "You like see George's schlong, too, Miss Heather" Heather nodded as well as she could with Steve's telephone pole of a cock stuck right down her throat, then gave him a quick push with her other hand, hoping he would start moving again so she could breathe. She was on the point of blacking out when he finally pulled his cock back and she was able to take in a breath of air through her nose. His brother started moving again, too, and soon those two poles of flesh were once again driving her mad with pleasure. But Heather was still alert enough to her surroundings to watch out of the corner of her eye as George stripped off his pants. She liked what she saw. George stood next to his cousins, wondering how he could get involved. He felt Heather's hand strike his leg and then climb slowly upwards along his thigh until she was able to grasp his already iron-hard prick. She squeezed it triumphantly, feeling it throb beneath her fingers, then began pumping it in time to the two other cocks ramming into her. When the shudders of orgasm swept through her again, she squeezed him so tightly he groaned from mingled pain and pleasure. Then, while her body was still quivering, she pulled George closer. He was pressed against his cousin Steve but he hardly noticed because Heather was somehow bending her arm at a painful angle so she could run his dripping cock-head all over her face and the sleek line of her throat. He could actually feel the sensation of his cousin's great schlong grotesquely stretching her cheeks and her throat muscles as it drove towards her stomach. He felt as if he were going to come right away, just from the feel of her silken skin, tightly stretched around the cock in her mouth, rubbing against his enflamed cock-head. He was saved from so wastefully spilling his seed by his two cousins, both of whom clutched Heather even tighter and began gasping as they exploded in her body one after the other with meaningless grunts of animal passion. George stepped back and watched Heather's throat convulse as she greedily swallowed the torrent of cum that spilled into her mouth. He saw his cousin Chris grimace in unbearable ecstasy as he pumped and spurted his juices deep into Heather's bowels. This set Heather off again, and her body writhed and twisted around the two impaling rods. The two hard cocks that had been supporting her softened rapidly, but fortunately George was there to catch the half senseless girl before she fell to the floor. Poor George didn't know what to do. His cock was hard and eager and he held this sexy girl in his arms. She was naked beneath her skirt, and he had had the most vivid proof imaginable that she loved cock. After the session she had just been through, he knew she needed a rest, but his impatient cock wouldn't let him wait. He twisted her still quivering body in his arms until her pussy lips were pressed against his cock. Holding her slender body with one hand around her waist, he reached down to ready his cock to penetrate her when he felt a stern hand on his shoulder. "No! No, George. Not right. Not like that. Not there. That for married peoples. You just wait a minute. Miss Heather let you do like Chris or Steve. You just wait and see." Mrs. Vastos had pushed herself up from her chair and hobbled over to them. After speaking to him she continued on past them, heading for the other side of the kitchen. Heather had her feet on the ground now, but George still held her. His cock was pressed into her back, the cheeks of her ass pressing against his balls. His hands were under her T-shirt cupping and squeezing her tits. Even though she was still panting and gasping for breath, Heather was reaching back, trying to find his cock and pull it into her, despite what Mrs. Vastos had said. She didn't want the feelings to ever stop. George felt her fingers on his balls and couldn't stop himself. His aunt didn't want him to screw this girl in the cunt, though he was sure she wouldn't mind at all, but he had to put his hot, hard cock somewhere quickly or he would spill his seed all over her back. Heather was still caressing his balls and squirming sensuously against him. While still glowing from the pleasure Chris and Steve Vastos had brought her, she was already looking forward to new thrills. She strained upwards; he bent his knees. Her fingers found the base of his cock and positioned it where she wanted it. He straightened his legs and suddenly his cock was in her, sliding freely and easily into her well-lubricated asshole. Mrs. Vastos came hobbling back, pushing a steel cart ahead of her. It had two shelves, just two feet across, with the top one just at waist height. George already had Heather bent over and he was screwing his own rather substantial cock into her ass, holding her to him with a painfully tight grasp of her tits. Heather sighed and clutched her ass muscles down on him, and it was as if nothing had ever penetrated her there. George was amazed at the tightness and the heat. Then both he and Heather felt a shock. His aunt had somehow manoeuvred the cart right under Heather's bent-over torso. George's knuckles scraped its surface as he continued to cling to her round tits. Heather gasped when the cold edge of the table met her over-heated belly. It just seemed to accentuate the fire within. She let herself fall forward onto it, grateful for the support. Now she had something to hold onto so she could screw her ass back against George's plunging cock. "There now. That better George has nice schlong, too, eh Miss Heather But not like my boys." "Oh Oh Ohhhh!" cried Heather as another orgasm swept over her. Her throat felt empty. but at least now she could cry out her pleasure and that always seemed to make it better. "Oh yes! Oh it's so good! Oh they're all so good. I love it! I love them! Oh, Mrs. Vastos, I love your family, their cocks, their schlongs. I want them in me. I want them all." "Boys! You hear Miss Heather. No just stand there! Give Miss Heather your schlongs." Chris and Steve had recovered from their exertions and had been watching with mounting excitement as their cousin carried on with what they had started. When they heard Heather cry out, and heard their mother's admonitions, they hurried over to stand in front of Heather. Chris got there first. Heather's head hung over the edge of the cart at the perfect height. Without thinking about where his cock had just been, without thinking about anything but finding renewed satisfaction in the young girl's body, he pushed his long, limp sausage at Heather's lips. She opened her mouth as wide as she could and sucked it inside with a loud, lascivious slurp. Then she began to suck avidly, loving its dark musty taste. Her round ass squirmed enthusiastically as George's long cock skewered into her asshole. Chris Vastos's cock in her mouth swelled and swelled, quickly regaining all of its majestic size, turning her cries of pleasure into wordless whimpers. His brother stood impatiently in line behind him. Across the kitchen, Mr. and Mrs. Vastos sat side-by-side on their two chairs, watching proudly. They were holding hands. When George's over-excited cock finally exploded and sent his flood of come to join his cousin's deep in Heather's ass, Chris quickly pulled his now huge, hard cock from her throat and hurried to replace his cousin. Heather moaned in protest as both cocks suddenly left her, but that moan turned to a sigh of contentment as Chris's great pole pushed its way into her pulsing asshole just seconds after George had pulled out. Her sigh was cut off by another cock poking at her lips. Without even looking up she swallowed it greedily. The double fuckings went on and on, sending Heather into the convulsions of orgasm countless times, but always she wanted more and always there was another cock to plunge into her ass and another soft and savoury prick for her mouth. The two brothers and their cousin emptied their balls again and again into Heather's asshole and were sucked back to erection by her avid lips. Sometimes one or the other could not resist the tight clasp of her throat and would let his cock burst in her mouth; then she had to suck up the next limp prick to be presented to her lips quickly or there would be no hard cock ready to replace the one at the point of exploding in her ass. But each time it took longer and longer for the men to cum and Heather's ass was continually reamed by hard cock. She was in a state of near-perpetual orgasm, aware only of the hard flesh that filled her. Then, at last her ass was empty. No hard cock rushed in to replace the one that had just spurted weakly inside her. She still had a tasty prick in her mouth, she did not know whose, but it refused to respond to the magic of her lips and tongue. Slowly she returned to her senses, her body still quivering, and reluctantly let the soft meat fall from between her lips. She looked up, conscious now of the hard shelf digging into her belly, squashing her tender tits. Steve Vastos stood sadly in front of her, looking down at her swollen lips and his limp and wrinkled prick. Heather pushed herself up and off the cart and looked behind her. Chris and George were sitting on the floor, their heads between their knees, their limp pricks drooping over their empty balls...

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