Teenie Bimbo Sisters

Secretarial Duties

Dick Sucking Lips

Slutty Schoolgirl Costume

Selfie Time

All Dolled Up

TATTOOED LADIES: ANNIE by Pan

Chapter 1:

Annie looked around the campus with a smile. She’d enjoyed her last year of high-school much, much more than the rest put together. Like a switch inside of her, she’d suddenly been aware of how hot the other students were…and more importantly, how hot she was. Everywhere she looked, she was hit with eye-candy beyond her wildest desires. The overweight guy in the sweatshirt, poring over a chemistry textbook...she wanted nothing more than to crawl over to him, and beg to suck his cock. The rake-thin hunk with braces and acne? If he’d thrown a look her way, she’d lay down and let him fuck her right there.

She staggered toward her next class. Her head was spinning—perhaps it was the overwhelming scent of man that surrounded her, or the fact that her pussy was crying out for attention, or even the fact that she’d stayed up all night making out with her older sister…whatever it was, she’d found herself recently struggling with the course-work that she’d always found so easy. Not that it bothered her.

As she turned the corner, she heard a wolf-whistle. Behind her, a filthy-haired janitor was leering at her rear. She made eye contact with her, and he winked.

She approached him slowly, putting one heel in front of the other, ensuring that her hips swayed with every step. Her many earrings swung from side to side, matching the motion of her full breasts.

“Is there, like, a closet around here that you can show me?” she asked seductively.

It seemed she was going to be missing another class.

* * *

One year earlier…

Rob awoke to the feeling of both his sisters’ mouths on his hard 12-inch cock.

He’d been surprised to discover that he was exceptionally well-endowed: it was apparently inherited from his father. He’d seen similarly-sized cocks in porn all his life, and just assumed he was normal.

He loved the sight of Amber licking up and down one side of his thick, veiny cock, and his younger sister Annie licking the other. But most of all, he loved the gaping, well-fucked look that their pussies got when he was done—he was lucky enough to have a member that served his fetish perfectly. At first, his siblings had hardly been able to walk after he fucked them. They’d leave the room bow-legged and dripping, their holes stretched so wide that you could fit several fingers inside of them, barely touching their cunts’ walls.

After he’d tweeted from his bitchy older sister’s account, declaring her love for his cock, she’d come straight up to his room and he’d ridden her for a few hours straight. He’d photoshopped her to look like his fantasy woman, and it felt like he was unloading a year’s worth of cum inside his college sister slut.

His father had stormed upstairs, mad that he was hogging all the young pussy, but one Twitter update later, his father was more than content to spend the rest of the day fucking his (now ex-stripper) wife, leaving Amber to be exclusively explored and used for Rob’s pleasure.

He’d been so focussed on stretching his sister that he’d forgotten about Annie—she was only a year younger than Rob, and when she returned from school, hadn’t been expecting to find her lounge-room replaced by a porn studio, filming a movie starring her parents.

The sound of her shriek had managed to penetrate Rob’s lustful haze, but before he could stop penetrating Amber, she’d stormed upstairs and walked in on her brother and sister’s incestuous tryst.

“Rob!” she’d screamed, but before she could say anything else, Rob had withdrawn from his older sister, run over to the computer and started typing.+

Amberpeach92: if u think im slutty, u shud see my sister! Lol srsly—next to her im lyk a virgin

For the first time, Rob watched the effects of one of his tweets—his sister’s shocked gaze slowly morphed into a look of lust.

“Rob,” she said again, equally disapprovingly. “I can’t believe it’s taken you so long to share that monster with me…”

Annie had dropped to her knees, opened her mouth, and kept eye contact with her brother as she slowly slid his huge horse-cock into her mouth. It had only softened slightly, but it immediately plumped up again as Annie’s eyes told Rob just how much she enjoyed licking her own sister’s juices off his member.

On the bed, Amber’s just played with herself as she watched Annie take a cock for the first time. Despite already cumming in each of his older sister’s holes, Rob had plenty of energy left for Annie—he was delighted to find that, true to his words, Annie managed to outpace her sister every step of the way. She was hungrier for his cum, happier to degrade herself—she even got off easier, screaming loudly about how wrong it was to fuck her own brother, about how sick it would be if he knocked her up, showed the world that she was his bitch…

Hours later, as his sisters napped on the bed, Rob smiled and opened up Master Hacker once more. He knew that Annie would get expelled if she came to school with as many tattoos and piercings as Amber had…but there were many, many places she could get inked that wouldn’t be visible to anyone in authority.

Unless, of course, his sister was naked. But if she was naked in front of them, he suspected that they wouldn’t be in a position to complain…

* * *

Over the course of the weekend, Rob explored every inch of his sisters’ bodies. It took two full days before he was finally spent, unable to get another erection no matter how hard he tried, and ordered his (still-horny, to his amazement) sisters to take some naked photos of each other while he recovered.

As Amber photographed Annie, legs spread, hands pulling her nipples and looking at the camera lustfully, Rob went online and found some tattoos that he thought would suit his younger sister’s more wild personality. He also interrupted his parents’ surprisingly acrobatic love-making session to borrow his father’s credit card. He knew that Annie would need it to get the ink she’d so soon desire, and he wanted to get the girls some toys while he was at it…

Rob’s mother barely noticed her son entering and briefly talking to his father. She’d been in a sexual haze for the entire weekend—she loved to fuck, she’d always loved to fuck…but there was something about being watched while she rode her husband’s cock, or flashed her pussy for the camera. She’d not felt like this since…well, since she’d last stripped so many years ago.

Standing on-stage, watching the men in the audience get hard, knowing that they were all there to watch her, that each and every one of them wanted her…it turned her on more than anything she’d ever experienced. As soon as Rob left, she grabbed her husband’s torso once more, and pulled his huge cock into her. She’d struggled, in the past, to take the entirety of her husband’s girth, and a few years ago their sex life had dropped off for some reason, but now she wanted, with every fibre of her being, to feel her husband’s massive erection slam into her, over and over.

She wanted to be stretched out. She wanted to get back on-stage, and show the world that she could take anything and everything up any hole. She wanted the world to see what a well-fucked bitch she was…

“Yes,” she moaned lewdly, licking her lips and staring straight down the lens of the camera. “Use my dirty cunt. Fill me up, big boy!”

When Rob returned upstairs, he picked up the camera, laying forgotten by the side of the bed. Apparently the photoshoot had worked his sisters up, and they’d taken a break to get to know each other as intimately as possible. Exhausted though he was, watching young Annie lick out her older sister’s asshole was enough to make Rob’s cock twitch slightly.

“Call me a slut,” Annie cried, and Amber pulled her hair roughly and obliged.

“You dirty little fuck,” she spat. “You’ve been wanting this for years, haven’t you? Every time you’ve seen me, you’ve just wanted to rip my skirt off and stick your tongue as far up my ass as you can…”

Annie just nodded, unable (or unwilling) to pull her head away from Amber’s perfectly-formed ass. Tears of happiness rolled down her cheeks, and Rob was unsurprised to find that her pussy was practically dripping. He didn’t hesitate, immediately ramming his cock inside of his little sister as hard as he could, enjoying the twitches of pleasure his rough treatment provoked.

Photoshop would have to wait.

* * *

Annie woke up abruptly. As she sat up, she smiled to see her brother and sister still sleeping on the bed beside her.

Just two days ago, she knew, the idea of having wild, unrestrained sex with either one of her siblings would have been disgusting to her. But now, suddenly, the idea was not only attractive…she was practically dripping at the thought of waking them up and going again. There were so many positions she wanted to try…she wanted to lick Amber out while Rob’s cock slid in and out of her asshole. She wanted to see if Amber could get an entire fist into Annie’s stretched cunt, and another into her ass while she sucked Rob’s cock.

She wanted to show her parents what a dirty, dirty little slut she was.

But she also knew that her siblings needed their sleep. While they snoozed, she got up, sat in Rob’s computer chair, and turned on his PC to see if he had any porn.

When the computer loaded, however, a program called “Master Hacker” caught her eye. She clicked on the icon, and as it loaded up, she smiled.

It seemed to link to Amber’s twitter account, where she’d been boasting about her sexual exploits. Amber scrolled to the top, and started to read.

“No bra, no panties…” she murmured as she read what her sister had been doing for the past several months. When she got to the bottom, her brow furrowed.

“My sister?” How had Amber known that underneath, Annie was a latent slut. How did she know that she was even more perverted, when until a few days ago, Annie hadn’t known herself?

It wasn’t until her eyes caught the timestamp that Annie put it all together. The update about her had been typed just after Annie got home. That was what Rob had been typing when she’d walked in on Amber’s lips wrapped around his cock! That was why she hadn’t cared. That was the only reason she’d been turned on by her siblings taboo acts…

This program had somehow turned her into a slut. If Rob hadn’t typed that one little sentence, she’d still be a nice, normal girl…she certainly wouldn’t have spent the last few days doing the most perverted things she could think of.

After quickly glancing over to her brother’s still-sleeping form, Annie smiled and began typing.

She knew exactly how she could thank him for opening her eyes and giving her the best weekend of her life…

Chapter 2:

Rob yawned, and rolled over to the increasingly-familiar sight of his older sister’s tattoo-covered boobs, and pierced nipples. He decided to wake her up by sliding his thick, veiny cock inside of her, while pulling on her piercings and—just to make sure she was awake—slapping her on the ass. As soon as he inserted the tip of his cock, however, she moaned loudly, and opened her eyes.

“Oh, Rob,” she moaned, and wrapped her legs around him, pulling him in as far as he could go. “Stretch me out!”

After just a few pumps, Amber was screaming in pleasure. Rob decided to join her in orgasm—he wasn’t used to having quite this much control over his load, but as soon as the thought crossed his mind, he was able to really let loose, filling his sister’s wet cunt with wave after wave of his semen.

“Mmmm,” he said, lay back, his sister joining him.

It wasn’t until a few minutes later that he remembered Annie. Forcing himself out of bed, he wandered downstairs, to find her sitting at breakfast with their father.

“Hey Dad,” he said with a yawn. Both he and his father were completely naked, but for some reason it neither of them seemed bothered.

“Did you get off inside your sister already?” his father asked, as casually as one would enquire about the weather. Rob just answered with a grin, accepted the toast his father offered him, and sat down to eat while Annie slithered under the table to pleasure him.

A few minutes later, his mother entered, wearing her now-standard slutty make-up, and seeing what Annie was up to, joined her. The pair of tongues going up and down his cock would normally have set him off after ten minutes, but the unusual control he’d felt earlier in the day was still present, and he easily held off until he’d finished another two slices of toast (served to him, once more, by his father) and leisurely enjoyed a cup of coffee as well.

Neither his sister nor his mother showed any signs of growing weary, but remembering what today was, Rob decided not to hold back any longer, and came over both of their faces.

“Enjoy!” he said, skipping upstairs to where he knew Amber would be waiting for him.

“Hold it right there!” Rob’s father said to the cum-drenched pair, pulling out a camera. “This one’s going on the home page!”

Upstairs, Amber was laying on the bed, seeing if she could fit both fists into her stretched-out pussy. She couldn’t, not yet, but even as Rob watched, he saw that she was making progress.

“Save that one, sis…” he said, after a few minutes of watching her. “You know what today is!”

* * *

Downstairs, Annie enjoyed the feeling of her father slowly entering her wet, sloppy cunt for the first time. But certainly not the last, she thought with a cheeky grin. That Hacker program really works…I’ll have to jump on again next time I’m in Rob’s room.

She lay back as her father grunted, pounding in and out of her pussy. Across the kitchen, her mother was sitting on the kitchen bench, trying to see if she could get a rolling pin up her tight ass.

“Come on Mom, you can do it,” she said, before her eyes rolled to the back of her head as her father’s cock hit a new depth.

“Thanks, sweetie,” she replied with a grin, coating the pin with another layer of lube and trying again.

Annie shuddered in a small orgasm, but didn’t even particularly care—just the knowledge that she was the kind of dirty slut who let her Daddy fuck her bareback was enough to make her happy. Cumming was just the cream on the cake.

Less than a minute later, her father filled her with cream, the pair of them panting with exertion as he came inside his daughter for the first time. She’d started goading him just a few seconds before he came, warning him that she wasn’t on the pill.

“Do you want to knock me up?” she asked, her bright, innocent eyes shining up at him. “Do you want to put a bun in your daughter’s oven?”

That seemed to be what pushed him over the edge, and she mentally filed the information away, before getting up, admiring her mother’s efforts, and heading upstairs to join her siblings.

“Rob!” she admonished, walking in on Rob fucking Amber’s face so hard it looked like there was serious risk of her losing an eye. “Did you forget what today is?”

“No,” Rob groaned. “Of course not, Annie. I was just…finishing.”

He gave one more big, final thrust, splattering the back of Amber’s throat with cum. He pulled out, and gave Annie a hug.

“Now, let’s go get that tattoo!”

* * *

It wasn’t until they were in the car on the way to the tattoo parlour that Rob realized something was wrong. He’d never updated the twitter about a tattoo with his sister, wanting to wait until he got the photos that Amber had taken, and finished the Photoshop. And he’d certainly never discussed the idea with Annie…so how did she know?

His eyes widened as he realized what must have happened, and as soon as they pulled into the parking lot, he opened up his phone and checked Twitter.

Someone had been updating Amber’s account.

October 21st: my little sister is so hot. she’s getting her first tattoo today—everyone is excited

October 21st: she’s come up with a system—after her 1st tattoo, she’s going to fuck 1 guy. after her 2nd, 2…such a great idea

October 21st: and now that we’re all involved, everyone has agreed—our whole family can be naked and fuck in every room. every1 is so chill abt it

October 21st: i have the best fam eva!

October 21st: dads gonna start up a family website 2 pay the bills so all we have to do is tape the fucking and we’ll neva have to wrry about money again!

October 21st: and rob is da best lova eva. he can control his orgasms and make girls cum just by having them touch his dick. every1 thinks hes the sexiest

Rob sat back with a puzzled look on his face.

“Come on girls, get dressed,” he said without even looking at the back seat of the car. As soon as his sisters had gotten in, they’d stripped off and started making out. He didn’t know who was updating the Twitter, but whoever it was, they seemed to think well of him.

A pair of girls passed the car, and stopped for a second as soon as they saw Rob. He winked at them, and their giggle was only cut short when they noticed the two girls getting dressed in the back.

They stormed off, but Rob still mentally thanked the mystery updater. He would never have thought of making himself irresistible to strangers—in the unlikely event that he tired of his sisters, it meant that he could go out and find someone else to keep him company without effort…

On the way home, Rob had to keep telling Amber not to touch the plastic on Annie’s arm.

“She just got it,” he snapped. “Here, come and hold my penis.”

With a thought, he was able to make Amber cum. It distracted her for long enough to get them home, where the whole family gathered around to admire Annie’s new ink (her father with camera in hand.)

It was a simple pink rose. Hidden in the petals was a drawing of Annie’s own little pink cunt, and underneath it simply read “open for business.”

“So who’s going to be the lucky man?” her father asked, and Annie rolled her eyes.

“Isn’t it obvious? I want Rob’s magic cock to really start work on stretching out my asshole.”

“Do you mind if I film it, sweetie?”

“Of course not, Daddy.”

Chapter 3:

After Annie’s second tattoo a few days later (a ring of boobs around her belly-button) Annie’s mother had to hold the camera, so that the two men taking her could be her brother and father. They bellowed as they came, Rob timing his orgasm to match his father’s, and when they were done, sat down, panting next to her.

“Who are you going to get in for number 3?” her father eventually asked, and Annie smiled in response.

“I’ve got a few ideas, Dad…”

As their father ran off to edit the recording (he’d fallen in love with the “home video” look, though was still planning on getting a crew in for special occasions) and update the website, Amber followed after him. (“He works faster when he’s being blown!”)

Annie jumped back onto Rob’s cock, and slowly slid her body up and down. She wasn’t horny, but until their extra-large toys arrived, there was no other way that she could think of stretching herself out. Her mother had a monopoly on household items—she was currently walking around with a bottle of coke sticking out of her ass, and what looked like the family’s flashlight shoved into her pussy.

There was just something about being stretched that really appealed to her—she suspected that it had something to do with Amber’s twitter account, but since Rob had caught her sneaking on (to try to give herself the world’s most sensitive nipples) he’d forbidden her from going near it again, and just to be safe, typed an entry to that effect.

If they hadn’t determined the first time a special occasion worthy of getting the film crew in, she would have suggested that Rob fuck his mother, but for now, she was happy to just sit and watch the woman desperately try to stretch out her holes, while she bounced up and down on her brother’s cock. Small orgasms rippled through her body, and when she shut her eyes, she could see herself in a few months time—stretched, loose, covered in tatts, and being gangbanged by ten, twelve, fifteen men…

* * *

Annie woke up with a smile. She loved her new life—she knew that at least part of that love was artificial, but no part of her cared. Before her brother’s meddling, she’d only ever cum a few times a week, and even then only by her own hand. Now, it was rare for her to go more than an hour without an orgasm or five—and most of them were accompanied by the delicious feeling of being stretched out by her brother. Her life had turned into a constant sexual haze, constantly pleasuring men and being pleasured…

She’d never been so happy.

Slipping out of bed, careful not to wake her mother, father or brother, Annie looked at her naked body in the mirror.

Her tits were plump and obviously fake—she’d begged to get implants for her birthday, just like her sister. Finally, after his fifth orgasm of the night, her father had agreed. She’d grinned up at him, his cum spilling out of her mouth and landing on the floor.

“See, Daddy,” she’d said seductively, “once I have the operation, I won’t make such a mess on the carpet…”

The mental image of his youngest daughter dribbling cum onto large implants was enough to get her father hard again, and Annie’s eyes had lit up at the sight of her father’s huge cock thickening once more…

Turning around in front of the mirror, Annie couldn’t help but be proud of her progress. Her asshole gaped invitingly, and she reached around, just to watch her entire hand fit into her rear cavity.

When she withdrew her hand, it was slimy, and Annie smiled. She was so frequently pumped full of cum that she was constantly lubricated, ready for whatever cock wanted to take her next.

Her tattoos had been slowly growing in number—she was up to number eight now, which meant that next time she got inked, she’d have to find nine men that she could service. Her eighth tattoo was a fierce dragon, with a ferocious look on its face, and a huge, fiery, threatening cock. It was aiming it toward a young fairy that looked like a combination of Annie and her equally-slutter older sister, dressed like Tinkerbell, bent over to expose a huge, red, ass. The fairy was reaching behind herself, opening her hole up for the dragon’s huge member, a look of fear and lust on her face…

It had been expensive, but Annie and her sister had received a half-price deal in exchange for going around to the tattoo artist’s house for the weekend and sericing his every need…

A noise behind her made her start, but it was just her brother, slowly sliding into their mother’s sleeping form.

Annie would never forget the day that Rob had first taken his mother—it had been a huge occasion, and when Annie had seen Rob typing at his computer directly beforehand, she’d known that he had something up his sleeve…

September 20th: gawd my mother can squirt

September 20th whenever she cums its like a flood. delicious tho! ;) my sis and I can never resist it…

When Rob’s cock had come out, his mother had stared at it, entranced, practically drooling. She’d tasted it before, but she’d yet to be fucked by his beautifully huge member…and it was becoming rare to enter any room of the house without seeing Rob screwing someone, whether it was one of his sisters, the neighbour, or even a random woman he’d picked up on the street. Ever since Annie had made him irresistible to women, he’d been taking full advantage of it…and them.

But knowing that at last she’d be fucked by her own son, the boy that she’d given birth to…Rob’s mother had seen how much pleasure he brought other women, and she was practically trembling with anticipation.

Annie and Amber had sat to the side as Rob’s father had directed the scene, running the crew approximately through what was going to happen, where to focus the cameras when, and making sure that Rob and his mother knew their roles.

They’d nodded along, but Rob had glanced at Annie, and she suspected that they’d both known that nothing was going to go as planned…

As soon as Rob had slid inside his mother’s mouth, her orgasms had started, and—just as Rob’s tweets had instructed—juices gushed out of her so quickly that Annie’s last rational thought was that her mother ran a serious risk of being dehydrated.

The fluids started flying, however, and Annie and Amber ran forward in delight, desperately keen to taste the delicious liquid, touch it, bathe in it…

Rob’s father had improvised, as necessary, and the home video of Rob taking his mother for the first time had earned a subtitle—“Sister Sluts Love Mother’s Squirts”.

Watching her mother and Rob now, Annie took the opportunity to play with herself. She knew that she didn’t have long to make herself cum—as soon as her mother did, her mind would go blank, and all she’d be able to think about would be getting her mother’s sweet pussy juice in her mouth, gulping it down as fast as it could be produced.

With a grin, her brother watched her desperately play with herself. He had complete control, she knew—with a thought, she could make their mother cum, and Annie getting her orgasm before then relied entirely on Rob’s goodwill.

As Annie forced an entire fist into her own cunt, her eyes widened. She watched Rob pull out his cell-phone, where she knew he’d recently installed the portable version of Master Hacker. She wanted to cum, but more urgently than that…she had to know what he was writing.

February 3rd: Luv my sis’ pussy. As much as she stretches it, its tight again the next day. Wassup wit dat??

February 3rd: Unlike my cunt wich gapes more every day—LOL

Rob watched as his sister glared, while her pussy lips began to tighten. She’d spent so long, used so many large toys…and he’d undone all of her hard work in less than a minute. He smiled, knowing that his latest updates would drive Annie crazy—Annie had become obsessed with being stretched out, and his wording had ensured that no matter how hard she tried, she wouldn’t be able to loosen herself as much as Amber.

Before she could say anything, he mentally willed his mother to cum, and watched as Annie’s eyes glazed over and she ran forward, desperate to taste the liquid gushing from his mother’s cunt.

The abrupt arrival of another body on the bed woke their father up, and he scowled at the sight.

“Why didn’t anyone tell me you were starting already? I would have turned the camera on…”

* * *

Meanwhile, in the room next door, Amber was awake. She’d been awake for almost 36 hours straight now—her brother had set her a challenge. She was to watch every one of the family’s DVD releases in a row, and come up with some ideas for more. Beside her was a notepad with dozens of ideas scrawled upon it, and on the other side was an industrial-sized tin of lube, the largest sex toys that the family could find, and a pile of bottled water, to prevent dehydration.

There had been more to Rob’s challenge than had met the eye.

January 29th: god i luv my fam’s porn. i can never get through a whole one without having to get myself off…

As the sixtieth consecutive porno started (“Fucked and Fisted by Father”), Amber’s glassy eyes stared at the screen, and her hands automatically reached for two of the largest sex-toys: a large black dildo, and a toy that looked like a man’s fist. Since the twenty-four hour mark, she’d been exactly duplicating the action on-screen, and cumming at the same time as the women in the film (often herself) did. It saved her brain from having to think.

The large pile of watched DVDs included “DP My Mom and Me”, in which Annie and her mother had simultaneously been double penetrated (Amber had used two thick vibrating dildos for that one), “Size-queen Sis” (a video of Amber taking the “American Challenge”, a feat that she’d replicated while watching the video) and “Sis’ Gangbang Birthday”—it had only been Annie’s birthday, but for the sake of the film, Amber had joined in, and managed to take two cocks in her ass at once for the first time.

There were only a handful to go, unless her father had managed to release some more while she’d been watching. Through the entire twenty-four hours, a webcam in the corner had been live-streaming Amber’s efforts, and every now and again a family member had wandered in with suggestions from the chat.

“Mike from Michigan wants you to use a ballgag for the next few,” her father had suggested, tying it on before she’d had a chance to object.

“Some guy named Harold wants to see you do that thing with your feet behind your back,” Annie had piped in at one point.

“A chick called Geraldine thinks you should wear nipple clamps while you watch Daddy Gapes Me Best, because you were in the video,” her mother had added, a few videos later.

When Rob had come in, he hadn’t made any suggestions, just slowly fucked her ass while “Tattooed Anal Sister Slut” played in the background. When he’d cum, he’d pulled out without a word, and left to see what his other sister was up to.

Amber looked at the small pile of DVDs left to go. Every part of her ached with exhaustion, her mind was fried, and she knew that cumming through the last few DVDs would be a struggle…but she felt a strange feeling of pride.

She turned and winked at the webcam, before turning back to the screen, and slowly sliding the fist into her loose ass. She shuddered with pleasure at the feelings coursing through her body…she loved being stretched, it gave her more pleasure than anything she’d ever imagined. And with her well-hung brother and father regularly taking her, not to mention her sister’s penchant for huge toys…well, she was constantly presented with opportunities to feel her gaping pussy expand, and hang loosely.

Amber loved her new life.

Chapter 4:

April 29th: finally found a way to loosen up my virgin-cunt sis

April 29th: 20 horse cocks will get that gash gapin. n a monster dildo stuck up the slots hole overnight LOL

Annie stared in awe at the present that her parents had gotten her. It was her final day of school, and—coincidentally—the day of her 20th tattoo.

It had been a big year—she’d methodically fucked half the school, her cunt growing tight again the next morning, each and every morning. By the time she seduced the last of the freshmen, she’d been delighted to find one with a cock that almost matched her brother’s—it meant that she was painfully stretched out every time, a sensation that she enjoyed more than anything.

Amber, meanwhile, had fucked around just as much, and the phrase “throwing a sausage down a corridor” had sprung to mind as she did. Amber was hugely envious of her retightening younger sister—when Annie was heartily fucked by Rob, it was like taking her virginity each time. “Stretch me!” she’d yell in ecstasy as he filled her up to an almost unbearable point.

Of course, Amber wouldn’t trade her loose gash for anything. To compensate for her own stretched-out hole, she begun taking the boys two at a time...in each hole.

At first, a few of the boys had felt iffy about it, thinking it ‘gay’, but it hadn’t taken long for her to persuade them. Amber still had the following she’d had before Rob had started the series of tweets—other than her sexy younger sister, no one else in town was considered half as sexy. If her enormous breasts and slutty attire weren’t enough, the way that she begged (as though a girl as attractive as her needed to beg) gave the men of her choosing such a surge of power that they were often, ironically, unable to resist her.

And so as she’d gotten accustomed to the feeling of two cocks sliding into the one hole at once, Amber had grown more and more explorative—she’d started sucking one guy, fucking another, and filling the rest of her holes with toys. Two in her ass, another joining the man in her cunt…at times, she cursed her small mouth—if she had the naturally wide smile of her sister, she might have even been able to take two cocks in her mouth at the same time as well.

As it was, she could only suck one, but if they had a wide enough girth, it made her lips stretch out obscenely, and her cheeks gape.

Meanwhile, the closer Annie had gotten to the end of the school year, the less worried she’d been about them being seen. Her second-most-recent tattoo was a huge snake-cock, coiled around her arm, its head forever frozen in the act of pumping out a huge load of seed into Annie’s hand.

But on this, the day of her twentieth tattoo, it was her latest ink that Annie was truly proudest of.

The artist had been extremely reluctant to do it, even after Amber and Annie had “persuaded him” as well as they were able. No matter how many times he pumped his load down their throats, no matter how perverse the acts they performed on each other while he took them from behind, he’d kept on refusing…

“You’ll regret it some day,” he’d said as Annie sucked his cum out of her sister’s ass, while she milked his cock between her huge, fake tits. “I can’t be responsible for making you walk around with that for the rest of your life.“

It was only when Rob himself had intervened, using Amber’s twitter account to get the artist his ex-wife back (and giving her a perpetual hunger for his cum) that he’d given in.

The tattoo had taken almost twenty hours straight, and so when Annie had returned home, she certainly hadn’t expected the reception that was waiting for her...

“Surprise!” her father had called, before his jaw had dropped in awe at Annie’s new, elaborate face-tattoo.

Truthfully, it started well below her face—like the tan one would get from wearing a low-cut shirt in the sun, it began between her breasts and bloomed outward from there. The lowest part of the tattoo was a rose-stem, but instead of a single flower, it led to a garden of filthy body-parts, sex toys, and ropes of white cum.

At a glance, the lower half of the tattoo could almost be mistaken for a bunch of flowers, but as the tattoo rose past her breasts and onto her collar-bone, it got dirtier and dirtier...lines of cum twisted into naked people doing unspeakable acts to each other, cocks spelled out lewd swearwords, and boobs were pierced with the outlines of cunts.

It had taken Annie and Amber the better part of a week to design its intricacies, and the artist had recreated it flawlessly.

Rising up her neck, the tatt sprouted animals committing buggery on each other and on representations of Annie and her sister. But when it reached her chin, the tattoo became less abstract, simulating a drop of cum dribbling down the side of her mouth, and—the piece de resistance—spelling the word “SLUT” in large, unmistakable letters across Annie’s face, with “SL” on one cheek and “UT” on the other.

“Oh, baby...” Annie’s father said with pride. “It...you’re so beautiful.”

A tear trickled down the side of her father’s face, but Annie barely noticed—she was staring in shock at the gift that her parents had decided to surprise her with on this important milestone of a day.

* * *

The back yard had been carefully arranged—the grass was mowed, the fence was nice and high, and in the centre, where there had been a tire swing for Annie’s youth, there was now a sex swing.

But that wasn’t what caught her eye—instead, it was the twenty horses that were arranged in a semi-circle.

Annie stepped forward in grateful shock. “Oh, Mom…Dad…

“Thank you…”

She stepped forward, tearing off her clothes as she did. Her gait turned into a run as she exposed her naked body to the twenty horses. She’d wanted to fuck a horse for as long as she could remember (as Rob had been surprised to discover—he hadn’t even implanted that desire—it had been a repressed desire of hers her whole life, brought out and amplified by her need to be the biggest slut she could imagine) and now it was coming true…twenty times over.

By the time she got to the sex-swing, she was completely nude, and she strapped herself in with glee, her hands shaking with anticipation. She had never been so excited in her life. Her mother and father had already begun to lead the horses toward her, while Rob held the video camera steady, zooming in on her tight young cunt.

The first horse stood behind her, and after a gentle massage from her mother’s hand, hardened quickly. She guided it her youngest daughter’s pink tightness, and as her mouth opened in shock at the size of the phallus entering her, Annie’s father used the opportunity to insert a cock into the young girl’s mouth, this one belonging to a huge, black horse.

Annie’s body was already shuddering with joy as the horse behind her worked out what was happening, and began to thrust, enjoying the sensation of the teenage girl’s wetness as its huge genitalia slid in and out. It was operating purely on animal need, not unlike Annie herself.

The teen girl was conflicted—on one hand, she wanted to shut her eyes so she could wholeheartedly focus on fellating the huge member that was currently trying to make its way down her throat, but if she did that, she wouldn’t be able to see the black, hairy legs of the horse that stood in front of her, and maintain full awareness of what she was doing.

She was fucking a horse. No, she was being fucked by two horses. She was performing acts so taboo that they were not only illegal, but most people wouldn’t even talk to her after learning what she’d done.

And she was loving every second of it. More than that—she was happier than she’d ever, ever been. Her transformation was complete: she truly was the biggest slut conceivable.

Out of the corner of her eye, Annie noticed some movement, and looked over to see where her sister was—she was acting as a horse “fluffer”, going from beast to beast to ensure that they were all constantly erect.

After making sure that the stallion humping Annie was firmly in place, their mother joined Amber in preparing the horses, and getting them excited.

Meanwhile, the girls’ father had been coating another horse’s cock with copious amounts of lubricant, and though it took some awkward shuffling, finally managed to get it into position. Annie’s eyes widened and she began to choke on the horse’s cock as in a position that she would have assumed to be impossible, her father managed to slowly start inching a third horse’s cock into her puckered asshole.

Rob smiled from behind the camera. He’d spent the morning on Twitter, ensuring that this wouldn’t cause any serious damage to the young girl, and doing what he could to make this as pleasurable as possible for Annie—even now, he could see her nipples were so ripe and plump that they practically threatened to explode, and in a few minutes, he knew that he’d be putting the camera on a tripod, and joining his family in helping their youngest member get heartily fucked by horses.

Annie’s eyes had rolled back into her head, and she’d begun to cry with happiness as the three horses abusing her body got a rhythm going, and started treating her like a mare they wanted to breed with. She was getting pounded so hard from every side that she was briefly worried about tearing, before just sinking into her own mind and enjoying the sensations.

The cock in her mouth was ready to cum, and as it thrust down into her throat, what felt like a gallon of horse-cum began to shoot directly into her belly. Her wild movements provoked another orgasm or two, and Rob made sure to zoom right in on her holes as the horses came, filling her up and then some. The camera captured some of the horse’s seed overflowing from her genitals, as the schoolgirl began to shake in powerful orgasm after powerful orgasm.

Finally, Rob couldn’t take it any longer. He waited while his parents and sister replaced the horse’s cocks, taking the opportunity to slip in and suck on his sister’s nipples. She opened her eyes in confusion, before smiling down at her brother, and then laughing at the sight of her sister—Amber had gotten a bit overexcited, watching her sister get fucked, and had stimulated a horse to orgasm. She was covered in horse-cum, and Annie knew that as soon as the second round of horses began to take her body, her mother would be rushing over to excitedly suck and lick it off her sister’s body.

“Thanks, Rob…” she said, while her sister got a horse cock hard and ready to slip into her mouth. “Not just for this…for everything. For Amber’s account.”

They’d never spoken about it directly, but Rob smiled in response to his sister’s words.

“I love you, Annie,” he said, but her mouth was too full of horse to respond.

Rob gestured for Amber to start sucking him off, as he watched Annie take the fourth, fifth and sixth horse-cocks into her small body. Her cunt would join her sister’s after this, perpetually stretched, loose and gaping.

It was going to be a long night, but he knew that the family would be closer yet by the time it was done.

TATTOOED LADIES: AMBER by Pan

Chapter 1:

Amber had picked out her shortest skirt that day—she’d known it would draw a lot of attention, and though she had a large collection of slutty outfits, she’d really wanted to make an impression at the party.

Of course, the skirt wasn’t drawing nearly as much attention as the three cocks she was alternately sucking, or her EE breasts (which had been bared as soon as she’d arrived at the party) or even the presence of Cathy, the young mousey-looking freshman who was kneeling between her legs, licking her out as she fellated the three strangers.

But just in case someone didn’t notice any of that, the short skirt was sure to impress them.

The cock in Amber’s mouth suddenly exploded, causing her to cough and splutter on its offering. A line of cum dripped down the side of her face, and she tapped Cathy, gesturing for her to lick it off.

The lick quickly turned into a passionate kiss, which in turn quickly became a session of snowballing, and the sight of the two college girls passing cum back and forth between their mouths caused the second cock to erupt, dousing both the girls in a fresh load.

“Well,” Amber said, smiling, to the owner of cock number three. “I guess that makes you the winner...”

Amber quickly rearranged herself, and it was only a minute before Cathy was eagerly guiding the cock into Amber’s well-lubricated pussy, then sitting on on Amber’s face as the man fucked her.

I knew this skirt was the right choice, Amber mused, as her tongue reached out and made contact with Cathy’s virgin pussy.

* * *

One month earlier…

Rob stormed up to his room. His bitch of a sister was leaving in two days, and he couldn’t wait.

Until she’d left for college two years ago, he’d never really understood what an unpleasant human she was. As soon as she’d moved out, it was like his whole family had breathed a sigh of relief. 

Her presence was practically toxic—it wasn’t even that she tried to be horrible (most of the time)—she was just so used to getting what she wanted that she couldn’t handle anything less. If anything went even slightly wrong, her smiling face would suddenly turn stormy, and the rest of the house would suffer her temper.

The main cause of the problem was her looks—Amber was drop-dead gorgeous. She had an athletic build that she didn’t even have to work for—long, dirty-blonde hair, a perfectly proportioned face, freckles lightly dusted across her nose, and huge, blue eyes.

It was these eyes that had led to Rob’s parents spoiling her non-stop for the first sixteen years of her life. Everything she’d wanted, she’d been given immediately. Often before she even had to ask, they’d provide her with whatever her heart desired.

Not that they were the only ones, of course. Anyone, upon looking at the gorgeous child (who had grown into an even more gorgeous teen) would fulfil her request, often tripping over themselves in their hurry to do so.

When she’s turned sixteen, she’d asked her parents for a car. Rob’s family could easily have afforded it, but they’d noticed how often the young girl was getting her own way, and so they’d refused.

What had followed had been the temper tantrum of a lifetime. She’d refused to leave her room, refused to eat, told her entire family how much she hated them, threatened to leave home, threatened to kill herself...it went on and on, until finally, Rob’s father had given in, and taken her to the dealership.

They’d returned with the exact model and make that she’d wanted—it had cost almost twice the family’s main car, but not even Rob’s mother had said a word.

After that, although aware that they’d created a monster, there was nothing that her parents could do. They managed to avoid any more major incidents, made sure to raise their other two children well, and when Amber had graduated high-school and was accepted into a college halfway across the country, they’d paid the fees without hesitation, and waved goodbye a few months later.

The second she left, the whole house had noticeably relaxed…but every summer, she returned for a visit.

It was, without fail, the worst part of Rob’s year. Each and every year, Amber would return, take over the house, invite all of her equally-bitchy friends over, and relentlessly torture her younger brother. For some reason, their younger sister Annie was never the target—perhaps because they were both females, perhaps because Annie was equally gorgeous (but completely unspoiled) or perhaps simply because she knew exactly which of Rob’s buttons to press.

Rob wasn’t born with his sisters’ looks—he wasn’t unattractive, but he certainly wasn’t a head-turner like she was. At one point, he’d entered a local competition to see who could get the most Twitter subscribers—she’d heard about it, and entered as well, just to mess with him.

She’d never updated it, just changed the profile picture to a full-body shot, and emailed a few high-school friends. Word had spread that Amber had a Twitter account, and before long, she’d had over 500 followers, and won the competition without updating her feed even once.

Rob was fairly sure that she didn’t even know how to access her Twitter any more—except for when she’d signed up, she’d never even visited the site. And a year later, she still regularly got new followers—every notification email she received would be read out to the room, just to watch Rob’s face burn with fury.

She had a cruel streak, and it came out when she got bored.

That afternoon had been the worst. He didn’t know how she’d managed to find so many girls as bitchy as herself, but whenever she came back into town, they all assembled in the house, and seemingly dedicated their time to making his life a living hell. He’d been alone in the lounge-room, playing a video game. One of his sister’s hottest friends had wandered in, seemingly by mistake—he didn’t even know her name, but she’d sat next to him on the couch, and asked if she could join in.

A few minutes later, she’d put her arm around him, and started whispering in his ear. He should have seen what was coming—of course he should have seen what was coming—but she was hot, and he was horny, and soon, at her instruction, he’d taken his pants off.

That was the moment when his sister and all her friends had come through the door to point and laugh at him. There had been a strange pause for a few seconds, but it was soon broken, and they’d all simultaneously burst into peals of laughter.

Rob, beet-red, had gone upstairs to masturbate and plot his revenge.

* * *

It was obvious, once he’d thought about it for a while. More than anything, more than even her car, his sister valued her reputation. And while he didn’t have the sway to affect her reputation at her new college, he knew a way that he could slowly and systematically destroy it back at home.

There were a few steps he had to take first. He’d managed to steal his sister’s phone while she was napping on the couch—a simple gmail filter was enough to ensure that if someone decided to email her and tell her what was happening, she wouldn’t receive it. Amber had been first in line to get the new google phone, but a quick glance at it confirmed what he’d suspected—she didn’t have a single app installed.

Then, he needed access to her unused Twitter account.

She’d bought a new phone since last logging into Twitter, so he couldn’t rely on the cookies to get him in. He returned the phone without her even noticing, and quickly put his google-fu to work.

Half an hour later, he had the program he was after—“Master Hacker”—a quick virus-scan didn’t show any malware, so he installed it, and followed the attached instructions. He entered his sister’s Twitter username, her date of birth, the name of their first dog, and all the other personal information he could find.

It was soon done, and he sat there, the empty field in front of him brimming with possibility. The program would remotely update Amber’s Twitter feed, and (he hoped) she’d be none the wiser.

Rob decided to wait until she was out of town—he didn’t want to risk anyone mentioning her feed’s sudden life—and then let the games begin.

Chapter 2:

August 18th: gr8 to be back at school—can’t stop checkin out all the hot guys, lol

August 20th: oh god, homework is so hard. wish i could find a big smart man to do it for me!

August 20th: tuesday night—time to get waaaaasted

August 21st: ugh class on a hangover. not my idea of a good time! i’m too cute to think, right?

August 21st: okay i have no idea what we’re meant to be learning today. checking out my classmates instead—even the girls look pretty sexy.

August 21st: gonna try to convince one of the nerdy guys to run me through what we learned today...and maybe just run me through, lol. wish me luck! ;)

* * *

Steve’s eyes boggled, almost falling out of his head. The sight of Amber’s blonde hair as she bobbed up and down on his cock was almost more than he could cope with. He wasn’t the kind of guy who got head at all, let alone from a hottie like her...

When the blonde girl had walked up to him after class, Steve had looked around, confused. He’d never so much as spoken to Amber in his life—he knew her name, of course, everyone did. She considered herself the queen of the school, and...well, she wasn’t too far off. She ruled at every party, had her pick of men to date, and normally wouldn’t even deign to glance at a nerd like him...but there she was, making eye contact and walking straight toward him. Like he was…like he was a person or something.

“H-h-h...hi?” he stammered, but she just smiled in response, like she found his nervousness cute.

“Hey!”

A few minutes later, they were tumbling into an empty classroom. She’d asked if he could “drill her” on what they’d been learning that day, and though Steve was far from experienced, even he couldn’t misinterpret that. Within a minute she had his pants off, and within five he was cumming into her mouth.

“Wow...” he said, and Amber winked at him, opening her mouth to show him her cum before she swallowed it down.

“Don’t tell anyone about this,” she said, a cheeky smile on her face, “and we might be able to do it again...”

Steve just nodded as she left. She was halfway to her next class when she realized that she’d completely forgotten to ask him for notes from class.

With a shrug, she decided not to worry about it. Worrying was for other people, and if she’d started there, she would have had to reflect on her uncharacteristic decision to drink the previous night (something she normally saved for weekends), or the hangover that had hit her so hard that morning (normally she was a girl who held her liquor extremely well.) 

Instead, Amber just ran to her next class, hoping she hadn’t missed too much...if she had, she might have to find another boy to “fill her in”. Or maybe even a girl...

* * *

Reading the replies that Amber was getting, Rob couldn’t help but chuckle. On some level, of course, he knew that his sister was hot, but he’d never been attracted to her. He’d seen guys drooling over her in the past, but he hadn’t realized how far-reaching the attraction was until the replies had started pouring in.

“@AmberPeach92 hey girl—I’d love to help out out with your homework. Let me know when and where!”

“@AmberPeach92 havin a crazy nite? me too! hey maybe we shoud get together some tuesday yeah?”

“@AmberPeach92 really ur into girls? lol i never knew! me too lol”

“@AmberPeach92 yeah babe u shudnt have to think if u dont want to...”

Even some of her girl friends were replying.

“@AmberPeach92 u go gurl!!”

“@AmberPeach92 good luck!”

“@AmberPeach92 oh my god I can’t believe it I wish I ha dyour guts!!!”

And best of all, no one thought that it was anyone but Amber writing the tweets...Rob smiled. He could easily turn it up a notch or two without anyone getting suspicious. By the time he was done, everyone was going to think his sister was nothing but a slut...when she next set foot in town, all of her girlfriends would have completely lost respect for her, and she’d be met by nothing but horny guys wanting to take advantage of her.

* * *

August 23rd: things ive learned today: guys really like it when you dirty talk to them! take note, ladies.

August 24th: best thing about living on campus is that if you stay the night after a hookup, its super easy to head home b4 class

August 25th: oh my god its been hot lately. still, i guess it’s a good excuse to show some skin, hey? ;—)

August 25th: mmmm, all those guys checking me out today got me so worked up. time for a glass of wine and a little “alone time”...

August 26th: gawd panties can be a bitch. u no wat? im taking a stand—2morrow, no bra, no panties. who’s with me?

* * *

Professor Moore was halfway through a sentence when Amber flashed him.

A stalwart professional, he managed to finish the thought without hesitation, but his mind began racing immediately. He’d been lecturing for twenty years, and though he’d had his fair share of come-ons, none had been quite so brazen. It was surely deliberate—why else would she have sat in the second row, worn a short skirt and no panties, and spread her legs so far apart?

He made eye contact with her, but she just looked at him as though butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth. He continued lecturing, but his eyes were constantly drawn to his star student’s exposed pussy.

Moore had noticed that Amber had been acting differently recently. He normally wouldn’t have cared one way or another, but Amber was...well, she was the kind of girl that you couldn’t help but notice. And in the last week, she’d started coming to class later and later, wearing fewer and fewer clothes, and spending most of her time staring at the other students.

He’d even overheard her chatting up another of the students after class. Again, not something that would normally have stuck in his mind—two decades of teaching causes one to be exceedingly uninterested in the personal lives of students...but she’d been blatantly hitting on a boy who could only be described as a “nerd”.

And now this.

Tempting though it was, Professor Moore knew that he couldn’t respond in any way. Intimacy with a student was off-limits, and he certainly wasn’t interested in putting his job at risk.

Still, if he was ever going to do it, Amber would be the one to do it with...

He shook his head of the thoughts, and tried to avoid staring at Amber’s exposed pussy for the rest of the class.

* * *

The second she got back to her dorm, Amber’s fingers thrust into her soaked cunt. Her teacher was so dreamy, and she was certain that her escapades in class that morning had turned him on. God, she had no idea that showing off could be so hot. The feeling of all those eyes on her, the knowledge that every guy in school wanted to fuck her...

As she came around her hand, Amber grinned widely, a slightly manic look in her eyes. She had no idea she had this latent exhibitionist side, but it was definitely something she was interested in exploring...

* * *

August 27th: oh god, theres nothing like waking up next to a man and having long, slow morning sex. until afternoon ;)

August 28th: ok i’m looking at my wardrobe and i have no idea what i was thinking. god what boring clothes. shopping time!!

August 29th: got some great new stuff! i swear, anyone who sees me in this will want to fuck me for sure.

August 30th: what do u think of my new piercing? maybe i’m exploring my dyke side LOL.

As Rob uploaded the picture, he couldn’t help but be proud of his efforts. He’d had a pirated copy of photoshop for years, and finally found a compelling reason to learn how to use it. The piercing that he’d digitally added actually suited Amber—it was a simple septum piercing, with one end in the shape of a love-heart, and the other in the shape of a star. He was planning on adding a few more piercings over the coming weeks, and maybe even a tattoo or three.

Rob had been careful not to use any family photos. When she inevitably found out about the Twitter account, he wanted to make sure that there was no possible way it could be linked back to him. Master Hacker claimed to be untraceable, so he knew that if he got caught, it would be due to human error. To his surprise, the replies to his last few days of tweeting had continued to be positive, even from some of Amber’s more conservative friends.

“@AmberPeach92 haha, u kno wat? im going to join u! no more panties!”

“@AmberPeach92 holy shit amber id luv to see ur skin. pics plz!”

“@AmberPeach92 Dirty talk? I’ll try it on my husband! I’ll mention it was your idea—I’m sure he’ll love that. ;)”

Perhaps popularity was a self-fulfilling loop, Rob mused. He’d have to really start pushing the boundaries if he wanted the reaction he was looking for...

Chapter 3:

Amber panted with pleasure as Heather’s fingers plunged in and out of her. She’d never really had any interest in being with a woman, but the second she’d come home, the second Heather had laid eyes on her...

Without a word, they’d lunged at each other and attacked each other’s mouths. Heather’s lips were so soft, and her tongue was so insistent...Amber’s hands furiously ripped the girl’s clothes off, and dove straight for her roommate’s pussy.

“Oh, god...” Heather had moaned, as Amber tasted her sweet wetness. She couldn’t believe how turned on she was—they hadn’t even stopped to close the blinds, and the knowledge that anyone walking past could see her—see them—just turned her on more.

Amber got her room-mate off with her mouth twice before Heather had insisted on returning the favour. Now, two hours later, they were just laying on the floor making out, while Heather fingered her. Amber loved that she could taste herself on Heather’s mouth, loved knowing that they’d left a wet patch on the carpet...she just loved everything about the situation.

As she came for the fifth time since returning home, Heather’s fingers withdrew, and they just held each other for a few minute.

“I didn’t know you were a lesbian...” Amber murmured, and Heather laughed.

“I’m not. I’ve got a boyfriend, actually...there was just something about you, something about those clothes. You’re fucking gorgeous, you know that?”

“Yeah...” Amber said with a smile.

There was another long pause.

“So, are you?” Heather asked, and Amber shook her head in response.

“Nope,” she said. “I guess I’m just...exploring my dyke side a bit.”

To the dismay of the gaggle of boys who had gathered outside the window, Amber closed the blinds, and helped Heather get up.

“Oh dear...” she said, a pout appearing on her face. “You’ve gotten all...dirty. Join me in a shower?”

* * *

August 31st: evry day i try to do something i havent done b4. #yolo

October 1st: thinking of getting a tatt or two. tattwo. what do you think i should get?

October 2nd: smile :)

October 3rd: making a guy hard is the sexiest feeling. ive been so busy lately. you know what they say—cocks won’t suck themselves!

October 4th: feeling adventurous! today im going to try 2 men at once. will let y’all kno how it goes ;)

Stalking the campus like a lioness, Amber’s eyes scanned over all the available men.

They just all seemed so...yummy.

Ever since she’d slept with her housemate, Amber’s life had suddenly gotten a lot more interesting. She didn’t know what had made her feel so adventurous recently, but almost every time she left her dorm, she found something new that she suddenly couldn’t resist doing. The groundskeeper, for instance.

Even within her dorm (on the nights she went home) Heather and her had become quite explorative. Amber had been introduced to a range of sexual activities that she’d never even heard of—scissoring, tribbing, rimming, and her new favorite, FISTING…and on the rare occasion that Heather was out and Amber wasn’t, she had been given free access to her dormmate’s large collection of toys, clamps and ropes.

It only took her a few minutes to find two suitable men—she didn’t know if there’d been a sudden influx of hotties to her campus, or if her increased libido just meant that she was suddenly noticing them, but there was no shortage of guys she was interested in exploring.

Rather than approach them directly, she posed and stretched in front of them. It couldn’t have gone better if she’d scripted it—they noticed her almost immediately, and after she’d “innocently” bent over and exposed her lack of panties, they got up and approached her.

“Oh hi!” she’d said with a giggle, and less than five minutes later, both of their cocks were inside of her.

The feeling of fullness, she decided. That was her favorite thing about being used by two men at once. Well, that and the delicious dirtiness of it—more and more, she was finding herself enjoying the feeling of being filthy, a dirty little slut, nothing but a whore designed to take men.

One of the men grunted as he filled her pussy with his seed. I never learned their names… she reflected, before her eyes rolled back and she came. Even as she bucked in orgasm, her mouth never slowed down, and it wasn’t long before the other student was cumming as well.

He pulled out his phone as she opened her mouth to show him his own seed, and though she’d just cum, her pussy heated up at the idea of having the pictures distributed around campus.

Everyone would know what a slut I was…

She’d been planning on a quickie, but the thought of all those men distracted her, and it wasn’t until her nameless friends were cumming inside her for the third time before she remembered that she had a class to go to.

* * *

October 6th: got my first tattoo 2day! and my second, 3rd and 4th. i may have gone a bit overboard ;)

October 6th: check them out! and next time u see me in real life, if you want a look, all you have to do is ask...

The pussy-mound tattoo was Rob’s favorite. For obvious reasons, he didn’t actually have any pictures of his sister showing her pussy mound, but he’d put the effort into picking a girl with a similar skin-tone and build as Amber, and was close enough (he hoped) to fool the ever-increasing group of followers that his sister’s Twitter feed was amassing.

It was three love hearts of increasing size, but positioned as if they were floating out of his sister’s pussy. The accompanying caption was “overflowing with love”, which he was starting to consider photoshopping onto the photo itself, as a new tattoo. Perhaps after her next “visit”, he pondered.

The rest were good as well, but as he’d had to photoshop them onto an actual picture of his sister, the quality was a tiny bit lower. A busty, topless mermaid on her forearm (who bore quite a strong resemblance to Amber herself), a tongue cheekily poking out of full, ruby-red lips...and the words “bad girl” on a heart, tattooed onto her right boob.

No matter what he did, the (normally quite conservative) members of his hometown lapped it up. He’d thought that he would finally be able to shock them when he’d had Amber’s twitter feed announce that she was sucking cock and going to take on two men at once, but instead he’d been sent a huge number of “good luck” tweets, and stories of threesomes, as detailed as 140 characters would allow.

He wasn’t even sure that the shot of “her” pussy would be enough to offend anyone—judging by some of the PMs that he was seeing arrive in the inbox, it would possibly even be welcomed with open arms.

Rob made a mental note to sit down and come up with some stuff that was bound to make Amber’s army of followers look down on her. With a bit of effort, he was sure he’d be able to find something appropriately distasteful...

* * *

The artist raised one eyebrow when Amber showed him her requests.

“You’ve never had a tattoo before...and these are what you want to start with?“

“Exactly,” Amber beamed, adjusting her top to show as much cleavage as possible. It was a trick she’d learned many years ago, but only in the last few weeks had she discovered that there was no need to be subtle about it.

She’d woken up that morning feeling...wrong. Like something was missing. Strangely uncomfortable in her own skin. She’d been halfway through giving the guy she’d brought home a blow-job when she’d realized exactly what it was—she was missing her tattoos.

The thought hadn’t really made sense at first—she’d never had any tattoos to miss—but by the time last night’s pick-up had unloaded into her mouth, and was positioning himself to enter her pussy, Amber had decided that she was overthinking it. It didn’t matter that she’d never had the tattoos, they were hers, and they were missing, and she was going to remedy that first thing in the morning.

Even if it did mean missing another class.

She’d been so excited that she hadn’t wasted time on a shower—the tattoo artist had given her another strange look when he’d gotten to the tattoo she was getting right above her mound—but Amber wasn’t bothered. The thrill she was getting from watching the needle permanently etch her skin with designs felt so good, so right that it was hard to care about anything.

Finally the tattoos were done—the artist carefully put protective plastic over them, but Amber knew that the second she got home, she’d rip it off. She wanted...no, she needed to see the designs that were going to be decorating her for the rest of her life. They were simultaneously comforting...and hot.

As she went to pay, a pang of doubt hit Amber for the first time. They weren’t cheap—she’d insisted on getting the best artist in town (her body deserved nothing less, she’d told herself) and they were going to eat into a significant chunk of her savings.

Ah well, she thought, forcing the worries out of her mind. I’d happily pay this twice over—if I had to choose, I’d rather have my precious tattoos back than eat!

Chapter 4:

October 7th: hav decided to hold a cock-sucking comp with other girls on college—but can’t decide on prizes! isnt pleasing men its own reward? ;)

October 8th: i won the competition. i think some of the other girls were annoyed with me. hey, no one ever said that boyfriends were off-limits!

October 9th: i can’t even imagine starting the day without waking up to a cock or 2 inside of me

October 10th: u no wat they say—blondes just wanna have anal sex!

Amber was glad to have Heather there, but also a tiny bit embarrassed. It was an awkward position, and while her dorm-mate’s words of enthusiasm and gentle hand-holding were helpful, Amber wanted to make sure that Heather wasn’t going to think any worse of her if she couldn’t go through with it.

On the other hand, of course, having Heather watch her own boyfriend take Amber’s anal virginity was one of the hottest things she could think of.

The topic of anal had come up over dinner—Amber had admitted that she was desperate to try it, and Heather had admitted that she didn’t like it, but her boyfriend bugged her for it all the time. The solution had been obvious.

At first, Graham had been slightly uncomfortable learning what the two dorm-mates had been up to, but when they started demonstrating some of their favourite positions, he’d warmed to the idea. And when the two girls had added that he was allowed to be the first to take Amber’s ass, he had quickly decided that he was okay with everything.

Now Heather was sitting and holding her dorm-mate’s hand as she bit down on a piece of rope, and Graham’s lubed-up cock slowly slid into her. She hadn’t questioned the urge to be fucked in the ass—she’d just accepted it as something that she wanted to do. And Amber prided herself on being the kind of girl who went out and did whatever she wanted to do.

Thirty minutes later, Graham was bucking into her with full force, and Amber was screaming out in a mixture of pleasure and pain.

“Cum inside me!” she cried, simultaneously wanting him to cum so that it would be over, wanting him to cum because she loved nothing more than to bring men pleasure…and wanting it to go on for just a little longer, because she could feel her own orgasm approaching.

Graham obeyed her instructions, and the pair collapsed onto the ground, with Heather watching from the side, wide-eyed.

“Wow...” she said, and when Amber beckoned for her talented mouth to finish the job that her boyfriend had started, she obeyed without question.

* * *

October 11th: all men want me, all women want to be me. its rough being this sexy ;)

October 15th: sorry havent been on ehre much. has been a hell of a ride lately! just like me—check out my new round of tattoos

October 15th: i decided that if ur body is a canvas, u mite as well go all out, hey?

October 15th: also they had a sale where piercings were half price with evry tattoo. it wud hav bin stoopid not to, rite? ;)

This, Rob told himself, this would surely do it.

The images on his computer were no longer that of a Californian beach-babe. They looked like they were from the centrefold of an alternative magazine. He’d spent a few days learning more and more advanced photoshop techniques—it had become an obsession, and one that he’d allowed himself to indulge.

It had started as a fairly tame picture of Amber in a bikini. He’d altered everything except for her face—his sister’s bust-size had been significantly increased, the bikini had been digitally removed, and Rob had given her almost a dozen more tattoos. Above her ass was a pair of bike handlebar’s, inviting anyone who saw her appealing rear to go for a ride. Above that was a bold-type tattoo reading “Daddy’s Girl”, and below was a series of checkboxes with accompanying text: “is a slut”, “loves cum”, “does porn”, “sucks cock”, “is a bimbo”...

All of the boxes were checked.

On her washboard stomach was a tattoo of a centaur fucking a schoolgirl while she deep-throated the huge cock of a minotaur, and on her collarbone was a tattoo of her cunt, exactly to scale. He’d added more topless women, many of them making out, and a pair of kinky nuns—one of them wore a strap-on as big as her leg, and was plowing it in and out of the other’s gaping cunt. On her thigh, he’d given her a tattoo of a holster, carrying an enormous vibrator, and under each nipple was written “clamp me!”

What’s more, he’d altered all of the tattoos he’d added in the first round—the extended tongue was now pointing toward a cock, spraying cum in its direction. He’d followed his gut and included the words “overflowing with love”, but “love” was crossed out, and “cum” scrawled underneath. And the mermaid was now being roughly fucked in the ass, pulling its own nipples as hard as possible.

The piercings followed no particular pattern—she had at least five studs in each ear, an industrial in her left and an ear-cuff in her right. Her nose had one huge piercing, which was connected to her eyebrow ring with a chain. And her left nipple, belly-button, and clit had matching glitter studs.

The half-dozen photos finished uploading to Twitter, and Rob smiled with the knowledge that this would both serve to arouse his sister’s fan club, and destroy any chance she had of every being respected in their hometown again. Even if people knew it was fake, every time they looked at her, they’d secretly wonder if she was pierced, or if that was really what her genitals looked like...

Though he’d never even been remotely attracted to his sister, Rob had been unable to resist rubbing one out as he’d meticulously photoshopped his favourite porn-star’s huge, fake tits and well-fucked, gaping pussy onto the image. Looking at the final product, he reached out and grabbed his lube once more. He wondered how many other people would be getting themselves off, imagining his sister before them, begging for their cum...

* * *

Even after her bank-breaking visit to the tattoo parlour, Amber stood in front of the mirror, almost crying in frustration. She didn’t...she didn’t look right. Something was wrong. Something was wrong with her, and she didn’t know what.

Much of her skin was red from the newly-applied tattoos, but that wasn’t it. That was a necessary side-effect of having the perfect images that she’d woke up suddenly needing, and Amber accepted that. One of her piercings already looked like it was infected—they’d warned her that it wasn’t wise to use anything but the stud for the first week or two, but she’d insisted…

That wasn’t it either. No, it was something else.

“You...ungh...look...oh!...gorgeous, babe...” Heather said, attempting to console her as Graham’s cock slid in and out of her ass. Ever since she’d dyed her hair blonde, in an attempt to emulate her dorm-mate, she’d been insatiable. Graham was barely able to keep up with her—and he didn’t know about the men that Heather and Amber shared on nights that he couldn’t stay over. “You’re so...oh yeah baby...fucking...keep going...hot!”

The sound of Heather’s orgasm made Amber smile briefly, but didn’t solve the problem at hand. She turned to the side, and the second she saw her profile, gasped.

That was it.

Until now, Amber had always been happy with what nature had given her—her breasts were perky, reasonably sized, and fit her lithe frame nicely. Now, suddenly, they were completely unacceptable.

Ignoring Heather’s pleas to her boyfriend for “just one more round”, Amber logged on to her internet banking, and looked at her account. The big zero stared at her—it had been sitting there since she and Heather had decided that two cupboards of lingerie just wasn’t enough, but until now, had never really bothered her. One of the various freshman that she’d recently begun to attract had always been able to pick up the tab when they went out—and she’d found a site that paid her just to leave her webcam on whenever she hooked up with Heather or brought a guy home.

Now, suddenly, the lack of funds was an immediate problem.

A quick phone-call to Katie, her latest follower, resulted in an email a few minutes later. A boob-job—a GOOD boob-job, that would make her tits the perky EE-cups that she knew they were meant to be—would cost more than she made in a year. It would cost almost as much as her college tuition for the next year...

Slumping back in her chair, Amber tried to imagine life without the big, round tits that she knew she had to have. It wouldn’t be worth it—guys would look at her face to talk to her, and her tit tatts wouldn’t be grotesquely stretched. What would be the point of living?

Almost as much as her college tuition...

Amber’s brain started ticking, and a few minutes later, she was logged into her parent’s account. She accessed the funds that they had set aside for her final year, and transferred it straight into the account of the surgeon that Katie had sent her. She’d have to reward that girl somehow—perhaps she could be the first to “try out” the new tits.

A few phone-calls later, and she was booked in. A wide, manic smile appeared on Amber’s face, and she turned on her webcam and jumped into bed with her dormmate. Despite Graham’s protests, watching the two young college girls make out for a few minutes managed to put a bit of life back into his dick, and it wasn’t long before Amber was on top of him, bouncing up and down...

Bouncing. After the surgery—that’s when she’d really be bouncing. Amber shut her eyes and smiled at the idea...

Chapter 5:

The first drink had been a bad idea. The second-through-fifth drinks had been a direct result of worsened judgement, caused by the first drink…and everything after that was a wash.

Rob sat up, his head throbbing. Glancing at the clock, he knew without looking that it was past 10. And that meant that Amber was home.

He’d been dreading the day so much that he’d decided to have one drink—just one, was the plan—to celebrate his last night of pleasantness. After the fourth drink, he’d come up with the idea of updating his sister’s Twitter account again...

Suddenly wide awake, headache forgotten, Rob’s mind started racing. The Twitter! What had he written? He’d remembered being frustrated—the pictures of his sister, covered in tattoos, completely naked, pierced almost everywhere one could be pierced...it had not only failed to cause shock and outrage, but everyone seemed to admire her.

There had been the expected lewd replies, but nothing else. No expressions of disgust, no judgemental messages, nothing.

And so Rob had decided to destroy his sister’s reputation as much as he could.

October 18th: i am a dirty slut who only exists for men to cum in LOL ;)

October 18th: dirty mind, dirty cunt, dirty ass, dirty mouth...that’s me! i guess im just dirty

October 18th: god i love being used and abused. if i could b raped for a living i would!

That had gotten a few replies, but the one that had really set Rob off had been from a girl he’d always remembered as being sweet and kind—her only fault was being a little bit too religious. She’d simply said

@AmberPeach92: haha, isn’t that the dream?

He’d taken a huge swig of the port that he was drinking, and really let loose.

October 18th: can’t wait to go home—daddy’s a ex-pornstar, and he says he’s going to teach me how to fuck like a pro

October 18th: mom was a stripper for so long she sometimes forgets to keep her clothes on LOL—guess thats where i get it from!

October 18th: god i hope daddy fucks me in the ass. its been so long...

October 18th: the hardest quesiotna ne1s ever assed me is whos da betta fuck—mom or dad

October 18th: on one hand dad is ENORMUS but mom’s got such a long tung

October 18th: n boy does she know how to use it

October 18th: i guess ull get 2 see! dad has organised a film shoot to celebrate my return

October 18th: ,aybe ill finally have a film that outsells 1 of daddys...

October 18th: itll b a reel famil

He’d stopped typing halfway through that Tweet, but the damage was done. What was worse, he’d fallen asleep with Master Hacker still open...if Amber had come in, she would have seen exactly who’d been spreading rumours about her.

Rob gulped. The fact that he was still alive was the only evidence he had that suggested he hadn’t yet been found out—he decided that he should go downstairs and face the music.

* * *

The plane-ride home had been good. As Amber had sat back in her seat and relaxed, she’d really had time to do some self-reflection. When she was at college, it was just sex, sex, sex...there was never any time to think.

Not, of course, that she was complaining. In fact, she thought, sex was really when she felt happiest. It was fun, she was good at it...and best of all, she got to get men off.

Amber loved getting men off.

She hadn’t really thought about it like that before—she’d been pursuing sex out of an inner drive, a desire to get fucked, but that wasn’t what it was all about. It was about getting men off.

And who was best at getting men off? Not good girls, that was for sure. Sluts. Sluts were good at getting men off, and since Amber was the best at it, that made her a slut. Nothing but a filthy slut. Her new breasts, her long legs, her toned body...it all existed for getting men hard, and then her mouth, her ass, her cunt...they existed for getting men off. She existed for getting men off.

Since that was why she existed, they were really all the body parts that mattered. Her mouth, ass and cunt. The rest of her existed to support them, and (as an added bonus) to turn men on.

Amber was suddenly aware of the other men on the plane. How rude of her! She’d been in their presence for almost 10 minutes now, and she hadn’t offered to get any—or all—of them off.

Well, she could certainly make up for lost time...

* * *

Rob nervously walked downstairs, and was shocked by what he saw.

Lights. Cameras. A director. Boom mikes, a few crew-members bustling around...one of them was holding a clapperboard.

Had his parents decided to let someone film a movie in their house?

Just as his brain was processing the sights before him, Rob saw what all the cameras were pointing at. His father, completely naked, having sex with some tattooed teenager, naked except for her heels, while his mother stood to the side in a short skirt, forcing a large toy into her cunt.

What had happened to his parents??

Rob’s hangover completely cleared as the last piece of the puzzle clicked into place. As his father pulled the girl’s hair, her face came into view, and he realized that it was...it was...

It was Amber.

She was covered in tattoos—the tattoos that he’d designed and digitally added to her body—and her breasts were enormous. Rob just stood there, open-mouthed, and stared as his father plunged his enormous cock into Amber one more time, and bellowed as he came. She smiled like a cat with milk, and flipped Rob off as her own orgasm approached.

Rob staggered back upstairs, unable to cope with what he’d just seen. Even one storey up, he could still hear the sounds of his family copulating for the cameras, and he sat on his bed and tried to process what he’d just seen.

Amber had...she was...his parents...

Everything he’d written on his Twitter had come true.

The thought took a few minutes to form, several more to gestate, and almost an hour to finally sink in.

When it did, he gave it another ten minutes, just in case he’d missed something. He went downstairs and peeked at the new scene that they were filming—his father was roughly fucking Amber’s face, while his mother pounded her ass with a strap-on—and went back upstairs.

Everything he’d written on this Twitter had come true.

He spent a few minutes reading over his tweets of the last few months—the images he’d uploaded, the off-hand comments that he’d made, the drunken posts of the previous night. Once he’d read all of his posts, he sat on his bed for a while longer, thinking.

Finally, he stood up, opened Master Hacker, and typed one final tweet.

October 19th: dont think ill be going back to college next year! need brother’s huge cock too much...can’t imagine going a day without it inside me!

As he hit “submit”, Rob smiled. He listened as there was a brief argument downstairs, followed by the sounds of his sister’s six-inch heels on the staircase. His door opened slowly.

“Rob?”

“Come on in, sis.”