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Chapter 1.
Let the Game Begin.
The thunder raged and the lightning illuminated the night, with the first drops of rain my hopes of going out to dance disappeared.
The downpour didn't catch me off guard, I knew it was only a matter of time, but I didn't want to admit it; I clung to the absurd hope that a salvaging gust would chase away the clouds just before it started raining. But it didn't happen. Around nine at night all my plans for Saturday dissolved with the water and went down the drain.
The discussions between my brother Erik and me are usually frequent, although almost always caused by a good reason; however, that night, due to the bitterness brought by the rain, we were made furious and it was enough for one of us to glance at the other to provoke insults or defiant behavior. His plans had also been cut short by the bad weather. Victoria, my mother, had to intervene on more than one occasion. She is the emotional pillar of the family; if she weren't here, we would have long since disintegrated; we would be living in chaos and total anarchy.
Before the threat of spending the weekend locked in our rooms, we decided to make peace. We would have time to settle our differences when we were alone. By my cunning, I knew I would be the winner; especially if I had time to prepare for it. Erik was an animal that only used his brute force to solve any problem; although he never actually hit me, he had a habit of squeezing my arms like they were a pair of tongs until I screamed in pain. This excessive strength is the result of years of work as a stonemason alongside my father, who is Master Builder. My dad, José, alias Pepe, seeing that his only son and eldest of three lacked mental abilities entirely, decided to give him a job under his supervision. This at least allows Erik to earn a living with a dignified trade.
As I couldn't fight with my brother anymore, I flopped onto the sofa to contemplate infinity. I had no idea what I'd do for the rest of the night and sleep wasn't an option. I had slept all afternoon.
Is everything okay, Nadia? My sister asked when she saw me curled up on a sofa with eyes injected with fury.
—Yes, Mayra, thanks. Don't worry about it. —She sat down beside me and wrapped her arm around me.
Mayra was the youngest of the house's occupants, with only eighteen years old and a crystal-like personality, she had become the recipient of all the pampering. Sometimes we saw her so fragile and delicate that it cost us to leave her alone for more than an hour, although this didn't happen frequently.
In my house there's always people, is a phrase we get used to saying every time someone organized some gathering with friends. I didn't mind living with most of my family; except for Erik, they're all good people. But we also have our limits, so discussions usually are frequent. On the other hand Mayra is a peaceful person, it would take a lot for her to argue with someone, she never fights with anyone, lives in her own world and asks permission for everything, as if it were a bother in her own home.
Sorry, but we're going to have to suspend everything, it's not stopping raining.
I had promised her that we would go out together to dance, it would be the first time I would set foot in a nightclub for over-eighteens. Although she was already several months past that age, due to our studies we hadn't had the opportunity to go out together before. This was supposed to be our big night, and the rain had ruined everything.
Don't make a problem of yourself, sister, it will be next week or the following one. - His voice was so soft that one had to keep absolute silence to be able to hear her -. Why were you fighting with Erik?
Because the very annoying guy started making jokes about my breasts. He said I get cleavage so men will come up to me at the bowling alley and take me to a hotel.
My best attribute, which I'm very grateful for, are the large breasts that I inherited from my mother. It's true that when I go out to dance, I liked to provoke using low-cut tops; but that doesn't mean I'm going with intentions of sleeping with a stranger. Sexually, I'm much more reserved than what my family imagines; but it's not much to say, because they must imagine I'm a slut. 'Being voluptuous isn't synonymous with being a slut', my mom usually says, who had to live her whole life with a body as attention-grabbing as mine.
I'm not even a saint; maybe I've done some things to make certain people think of me as a slut. But it's not the way I usually behave. Just small moral slips.
Does she think that by showing a little cleavage you're already provoking? It shows she didn't see the pants I thought of putting on, said Mayra, smiling.
Was it very tight?
Yes, a lot. Dad would have an attack if he saw me like this.
It must look beautiful on you.
She didn't have the luck of having very developed breasts, her tits are barely small hills on her chest; but nature wasn't that cruel to her, and gave her an angelic face extremely beautiful and, best of all, an ass that forced men to turn around when they saw her walking.
Disillusion was present on the face of all my family members, they also had to cancel their plans due to the downpour. My parents were thinking of going to dinner at a nice restaurant and Erik had his friend's birthday party. Even the sixth household member, my uncle Alberto, had plans for that night. I think he was the most affected of all, as he had managed to get a date with a friend of my mom, who is quite attractive, and was forced to call her to cancel everything. He said possibly he wouldn't have another opportunity with this woman, she wasn't one of those who waited for a man. But my mother gave him words of encouragement and assured him that she would convince her friend to give Alberto a second chance.
My uncle Alberto is a man whom bad luck seems to pursue everywhere. To start with, he was the older brother of my mom, which shouldn't be an easy task. Then he became a widower at the early age of thirty-nine years old when breast cancer took his wife from him. As if this weren't enough, at forty-six years old he went bankrupt and lost his house. We suspect that this was mainly due to the depression caused by losing the woman he loved. If so, I don't blame him. It must be terrible wanting someone so much and knowing you'll never see them again, never more.
So that he wouldn't sink even further into depression, we invited him to live with us almost two years ago. We tried to make him feel as comfortable as possible, I gave up my room so he could have one of his own and I went to sleep with Mayra. Despite the fact that sometimes we might get annoyed with him for some typical reason related to cohabitation, we would never hold it against him that this isn't his home, it's a tacit rule. He lives with us, he's part of the family and therefore has the same rights as everyone else. The house is for all equally.
No one knew what to do with the rest of the Saturday night. We started wandering around the house, getting in each other's way, and exchanging hard looks. We seemed like caged tigers, ready to strike at the slightest provocation. Fed up with the situation, my mother gathered us all together in the living-dining room, which is the largest room in the house, and told us we had to think of some activity so as not to get bored; because the rain wasn't going to stop. We started our own storm of ideas. My dad suggested watching movies, but we'd already seen all the ones we had on video. My mom proposed playing board games, but we were all tired of those too. Eric said we could have a soccer tournament on PlayStation, but it was unfair because Mayra always beat us easily. Which really annoyed Erik, because the very macho guy couldn't tolerate being beaten by a woman (and to make matters worse, his younger sister) with such lopsided results as 9-0. So, to avoid a family war, that idea was quickly dismissed.
It seemed we couldn't agree on anything; we were about to cancel the brainstorming session just when my uncle Alberto made a comment that piqued our curiosity:
When I was a dude, it was enough with a deck of cards and some drinks to have a good Poker night.
That happened a million years ago, dude, said Erik. Now nobody plays cards... unless they come in an app for the cell phone.
I like playing cards, I said.
I don't know how to play poker, my sister said.
It's very easy, especially if it's the Texas Hold'em style. My uncle was capturing our attention; well, at least mine.
I played poker online with my friends. My brother added - We almost died laughing; they got angry with me because I was winning almost always.
Of course, because nobody can see your face in that crap of online poker, said Alberto. Serious poker, face to face, is a much harder game.
There's nothing to see. —Said Erik, with arrogance—. What matters is knowing how to choose the cards, when to risk or not. I know I can beat them.
—The one who's lucky with bets is your mom, said my dad. She plays poker very well. —That caused curiosity in us, we would never have imagined my mom playing poker.
—Pepe, the guys are going to think I'm a tramp.
I want to learn how to play, I said, with a smile that excited everyone.
—And I have just what's necessary to play. —Saying this, my Uncle Alberto got up and went to his room.
Returned in a short time, with a wooden box that had the word Poker written on it in black letters. From there he took out two decks of cards, one with a red reverse and the other blue. There was also a small green cloth and several chips of different colors.
In a few minutes we settled around a hexagonal table with glass surface. My brother sitting to my right annoyed me, I was still upset and didn't want him near me; but I didn't want to provoke another dispute, so I stayed silent.
My uncle Alberto explained the rules to us and was kind enough to note down possible card combinations for forming games, and the value of each one. With this in hand, Poker didn't seem hard, it was just a matter of waiting for the favorable cards to come out, and knowing how to lie to others.
The game started at a good pace, considering my little sister and I were still learning to play and asking many silly questions. However, we were having a lot of fun. My mom had to intervene a few times because when I asked something, Erik would answer me badly, as if I was stupid. Very hypocritical from his part, considering he is the slowest in the family by far. His comments made my blood boil and I wanted to hit him on the head against the glass table. But Viki calmed me down each time.
I have to admit that, at first, the game seemed very fun to me; but after an hour, it began to turn out very boring. I wasn't the only one who thought this, Mayra was as bored as I was. My mom always kept a smile on her lips, but I had the impression she did it not to ruin the moment. On the other hand, the three men seemed genuinely enthusiastic. I tried betting all my chips, so I could lose once and for all; and I was surprised because I won the hand and received even more chips. My uncle congratulated me on my feat, and my brother got very angry with me, which made me happy for a moment. But if I kept winning, I'd be trapped forever in a boring game where, apparently, I'm very good, without knowing why.
This doesn't end ever, I'm already getting bored, I said. It wasn't my intention to ruin the evening, but I couldn't take it anymore.
It's true, I get bored too. -My little sister supported me while she leaned to her right to look at the cards Alberto had in his hand-. Besides, the uncle is sure to win this one, he has two aces.
—Hey, fat girl! The time when they dealt me two aces, and you ruin my hand! —My sister started laughing out loud.
I noticed that my mom's mind was working fast, probably trying to find a way to fix everything before things got ugly.
It's because there is no more alcohol, he said, finally. She never bothered that we drank occasionally.
Maybe so. The idea of taking something pleased me, but the game would still be boring anyway. What happens is that I don't see the point in winning plastic chips. Nobody wins or loses anything valuable. I'm not saying we should play for money, actually that would have been very unfavorable to me because I didn't even have a single cent to bet on; but is there any other kind of bet that can be made?
You can bet whatever you want, my mom said. Some people bet on 'challenges', like: 'The one who loses goes dancing in the rain', or things like that. There's also betting on shots: those who lose take a shot of tequila... but we're not going to do that; because we'll all end up with an ethanol coma.
Especially Erik, who loses in all hands, said Mayra, with a tone of mockery. Erik glared at her with his eyes.
There are other variants, my mom continued. There's what they call Strip Poker, for example. My dad let out a loud laugh.
—What memories! —Pepe exclaimed—. That's what we used to play with your mom when we got together as a couple. But we only did it the two of us, and she always beat me. She left me in balls, literally.
—And why is it alone, has something bad about it? —Mayra asked, showing all her innocence. Even I had realized that the name of the game came from the word Striptease, and my dad said he was naked when he played with my mom.
It's that in that game when one loses, you have to take off some clothing. My mom explained it to me with her holy patience.
That seems fun. Opined Erik. We can play it that way, or would you be embarrassed, Nadia? He looked at her defiantly.
Here the only shameless one is you; but I'm feeling up to play it, since I've already shown that I almost always win. You'll be left with nothing, ahead of everyone. When we see your 'grape passes', you'll want to invent an excuse saying it's been really cold a long time. Count on me. Anyone else in?
My parents and my uncle looked uneasy, none of them knew what to say. Suddenly my mom got up, saying:
Can they help me find the drinks and glasses?
The three adults walked away and I stayed with my brothers in silence. I knew that attitude was just an excuse to decide if we would continue playing the game using the new betting system. Mayra was a bit flushed and nervously clutched her dark hair, tied into a horse's booty shape. It seemed the idea didn't appeal to her much, but she wasn't brave enough to say so. I have to admit that imagining my family undressing in front of me made me a little nervous too. I was somewhat arrogant because Erik challenged me and I couldn't tolerate that caveman challenging me.
When the three adults returned, I saw that my uncle was bringing a small folding wooden table, on which they placed several bottles of wine, white, red, and rosé. I wasn't used to drinking wine, but they also brought some sodas; so we could mix it and make it more appealing for me and Mayra. The men in the family usually drank it straight, and my mom liked to vary.
—Okay, let's play 'Strip Poker', —said Viki, with a serene voice—. If we don't do that, we're going to get bored all night and end up killing each other.
—Are you sure, mom?
“What a good thing!” — Exclaimed Erik, at the same time as I was asking the question.
If daughter, it can be fun, and if anyone wants to leave, they can do so at any moment. We won't force anyone to do something they don't want to. That really calmed me down. The idea is to have a good time and laugh. We're in trust here, we've all seen each other in our underwear sometime.
—Yes, unfortunately, I said. I have some memories of getting up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom, which are going to haunt me for the rest of my life.
—Hey, that was just a careless mistake, my uncle Alberto said. I thought everyone was sleeping...
He was surprised to see him naked from the waist down, luckily he managed to cover himself quickly with his shirt; but I had to see his bare ass as he walked away from me, waddling like a penguin.
Yes, I know, dude... but I wasn't just referring to that. I think I crossed paths with all of them in situations similar or almost similar.
Okay, because you always get up to pee with your pants still on, —said Erik.
I blushed, remembered a hot night when I got up to pee. Almost died of embarrassment, and I think he went through the same thing. Since I share a bedroom with my younger sister, I'm used to walking around half-naked in the room, and since it was late, I assumed no one would be awake. I left my room wearing a tiny thong and nothing else. I saw my brother in the hallway, walking straight towards me; but he was actually going to the bathroom too, just like me. He was standing right between our bedrooms. He didn't say anything, just stood there frozen, looking at my breasts, which were wobbling and covered in small sweat droplets. It wasn't just the heat that did it, I had been having an intense masturbation session just seconds before, so intense I was scared of waking up my sister. My pussy was all wet, and I'm sure Erik noticed because the thong, which barely covered me, had a big moisture stain right under my pussy. He only had his boxer shorts on. The most embarrassing part of that encounter was noticing my brother got an erection and couldn't hide it at all. His big bulge grew immediately. I could have been angry with him because he's my brother; but I'm also aware that I have a body that can excite many men, and maybe I caught my brother off guard. I remember staying silent for a few seconds, just like him. We looked each other up and down, slowly and in shock. When I reacted, I told him I would go to the bathroom first because I couldn't hold it anymore. Which was true, after I came I had an incredible urge to pee. He didn't object. I went into the bathroom, did my business, and when I came out he was still standing there in the hallway. His eyes scanned my entire body again, especially my breasts, probably noticed how hard my nipples were. I walked back to my room and turned my head to check if I was being stared at my ass shamelessly. When I entered my bedroom, I lit the light and looked in a mirror, especially wanting to see the back part. I bent down a little, giving it my back, and found myself with the thong half-way up my pussy, my voluminous vaginal lips seemed to be devouring the fabric. It was only natural that Erik had looked at me like that. From that night on, I couldn't stop wondering if he had masturbated thinking of me or some woman very similar to me. We hadn't spoken about it again until now; I felt so embarrassed I didn't know what to say to him. Luckily, Dad intervened to rescue me.
—Well, I... stop fighting already and let's play, —he said—. It has happened to all of us at some point, the house is small and there are many of us.
They distributed the drinks and established the rules. We all had to start with the same amount of clothes, it was determined that six was the appropriate number. I counted the clothes I was wearing: a red sweater, a blue marini pants which were quite loose, a corset, knickers, socks, and slippers. That added up to a total of six, since paired items were counted as one. All the women had the same combination of clothes, and the men, not wearing a corset, had to wear hats. My dad appeared with a handsome tango hat; he looked totally ridiculous in his informal clothes, making us laugh a lot. Erik chose a visored cap that he used very frequently, too frequently... it was already all faded and smelled like a dead rat. My uncle put on a hat that covered the incipient bald spot appearing at the top of his head.
At first everything seemed very fun. It was more important not to lose than to win. The one who received the worst hand in the game had to take off a piece of clothing. To make the game easier, we used the method where we received five cards in our hand and could change the ones we didn't like for new ones; but this could only be done once per hand. My sister showed that she had bad luck with cards, worry took over her face. She lost her socks and stockings consecutively, tried to calm down a bit, taking a long sip of wine mixed with soda. I was also drinking, but I did it for pure pleasure.
My mom also lost all her shoes, and she was the first woman to lose her blouse, leaving only a bra on; but this one was thick and didn't reveal anything. Besides, we had all seen her in a bikini, and this was more or less similar.
In the following hands, my uncle and my brother lost a significant part of their clothing, leaving them with only their pants and undershorts. Among the times they lost, I had bad luck twice; I was left without socks and slippers. The game became increasingly interesting, and the loss of garments increased the risk. I could already imagine one of my relatives becoming completely naked at any moment. I didn't want to see that, but I didn't want to be the one who lost either; that's why I worried about selecting my cards well when making the change. While we were playing, we were stuffing ourselves with large quantities of alcohol between our chest and back.
I got drunk once again and my large breasts were held up by a black lace bra. If anyone looked closely, they might have noticed some transparency. This could have worried me, but the first signs of intoxication helped me not to care; besides, I intended to hit whoever dared to look at me too much.
When it was Mayra's turn to take off her blouse, she hesitated for a moment; but after seeing my mother and me, she got brave enough to do so. Her small breasts were barely gaining volume thanks to her pink corset. The little girl's bad luck didn't end there, she was the first to lose her pants. I felt sorry for her bad luck; or maybe it wasn't that, I was already suspecting Mayra didn't know how to play. Based on her card combination, I got the impression that she was taking a big risk, hoping to create difficult games like stairs and flushes.
I thought he wouldn't dare take off his pants, but, contrary to all predictions, he took them off without any ceremony. He had on a small thong, the same color as the bra. I was surprised to see how well this thong highlighted his white and round buttocks, to the point that even my own father blushed at seeing them. Nobody looked at her for more than a second, not wanting to make her uncomfortable; anyway it wasn't very different from the bikini she used to wear when we were in the pool... although this outfit was a bit smaller.
I supposed Mayra's tragic luck would improve for the next hand, but she lost again, showing a terrifying card combination. What the hell had she wanted to build? The little one was petrified, unable to lose anything else except her underwear. An uncomfortable silence took over the room.
We all knew we were betting our clothes and that, probably, one of us would end up naked; but I think it never crossed anyone's mind that the first one could be Mayra. I didn't even believe I'd get to see her in underwear.
—I'm paying a fine, so that next time I lose, —my mother said, in a brave act for my sister to take some confidence.
Despite still wearing his pants, he took off the bra. Two large melons, crowned with brown nipples, bounced in front of our eyes. My little sister smiled, thanking the gesture. Apparently, seeing her mom show her tits without any shame gave her courage. She brought her hands to her back and unhooked the bra, showing us a pair of small tits with pink nipples. I noticed my brother swallowing saliva at the sight of her, I was about to give him a punch, but that would only humiliate Mayra.
When it was Erik's turn to lose his pants, I almost laughed at him. But I was surprised. First: because he didn't put up any objection, he took them down without protesting. Second: because his bulge was showing so much in the boxer shorts' fabric. To make matters worse, the table was transparent, and since he was sitting next to me, it was impossible not to look. I assumed the boy was getting a bit hard from seeing so many tits, although they were his mother's and sisters.
The next one to lose was Victoria, as she had already paid the price and didn't have to undress; but in the next hand, the cards laughed at her. At forty-three years old, my mother still retains part of her youthful figure; although she is a bit more curvy, and her Booty grew a little because she accumulated some extra pounds. When she took off her pants, she showed us a lovely white lace thong. Some hairs poked through the fabric, and her vulva was very well defined. For me, the image was somewhat impactful; but not as much as when my father had to stay in his underwear only. He had an even bigger bulge than Erik's, and his legs were hairy. To make matters worse, he was sitting to my left, so all I had to do was look at the table to find myself face-to-face with two full packages of masculinity. I was getting a bit nervous. Although Mayra seemed much worse off than me, she didn't stop wringing her fingers or pulling her hair; I thought she would go bald at any moment. I took some wine to calm down, and my mom refilled the glass of my little sister, who was one of those who drank the most.
We were trying to take everything with a lot of humor, making constant jokes, to break up that familiar ice layer that was in the atmosphere.
Who was the surgeon who gave you that boxers? It's all full of holes. I didn't know your economic situation was so pitiful.
We laughed, maybe exaggerating a bit.
—Think that I bought him a bunch of new boxers, my mom said--; but he still uses the ones that don't even serve as rags.
It's that these bring me luck, my dad said.
Good luck with what? Viki asked. Because with women, for sure not, every time I see you wearing that, I feel like making myself a lesbian.
Hey sister, said Alberto. You could make yourself lesbian at any moment, you don't have to wait for the decay of your husband. With those two melons, you'd get any woman who kicks a little bit to the other side. If they're not scared... because it looks like they might burst at any moment, like balloons full of water.
Are you saying I have big tits? Said my mom, making her big melons jump.
Give me a little bit, silly. My uncle got cut off—. They're going to blow up, and you're going to tear my eye out with a nipple.
Once again we burst out laughing. It was obvious that our 'happiness' was caused more by the alcohol than by the level of my brother's and uncle's jokes. I was very nervous, and laughing was a good way to counteract that. Probably it worked the same for Mayra, the girl was laughing until tears.
I realized that my uncle Alberto was sitting in a position that any heterosexual man would feel privileged by. To his left was my little sister, and to the right, bouncing back, were my mother's large breasts.
I lost a round due to a staircase that never appeared. I was very confident, missing only an eight of clover. More anger gave me when I saw my brother had one of those in his hand. It was my turn to take off my pants. When I did, I surprised myself. I thought I was wearing grandma's pantyhose, but in the last second I remembered that I had already put on a tiny black thong, which left absolutely no doubt that my pubic area was completely shaved.
Hey! My mom exclaimed. Did you think you'd see someone special with that on? Everyone laughed and I had to struggle not to get angry.
I was saying so, you were leaving with the intention of going to a hotel with someone. —My brother added, with his absolute lack of tact. The comment made me angry, but I knew that if I started an argument, everyone would blame me for ruining the moment. I had to bite my tongue and take it with humor.
I wanted to see if they brought me something lucky, I said with a smile. You have to always be prepared. It's a shame that the rain ruined everything.
In the next hand I got to lose again. I had no other choice but to accompany my mother and sister to the breast exhibition. I didn't want to do it, but I no longer had reasons to oppose it. Apparently, the men of my family would leave with a beautiful memory of our breasts. Mine were as big as Victoria's, although they looked a bit softer and more youthful.
—Are you going to tell me that they look like balloons about to burst too? —I asked my uncle in a mocking tone. He smiled and I thought he was going to come up with another one of his big-breasted jokes; but at that moment, he looked at Mayra, she seemed somewhat downcast. It's most likely due to the tiny size of her breasts.
—I don't understand what need they have for so much breast abuse,—said Alberto—. In the end, they're not worth much. A beautiful woman should have them like Mayra, it's the ideal size; they really accentuate the figure. —My sister blushed and looked at the floor, but I could notice a smile on her face.
I totally agree. My dad added - It's fun to squeeze them for a while, but in the end what matters is down there. He stretched his left hand towards his wife and stroked her leg.
I like women with big breasts. —Erik's stupid guy said that, I had to give him a well-deserved punch in the ribs.
Despite the good humor, the game was becoming dangerous. My uncle had a slight advantage, having his pants; but we would be in difficulties if we lost another hand. Tragedy struck Erik, who had one of the worst cards that had been seen throughout the game. They were so bad that I wouldn't have been surprised to see a seven of clubs among them.
—Okay, you lost, my mom said—. You don't have to take off the last one. But you won't be getting any more letters anymore. —She was known for being a merciful but just woman—
I haven't lost yet, the game can still go on. I have my dignity, he said, as if he knew what that word meant —. If I have to take it out of here, I'll take it out.
Viki was almost going to stop him, but Erik didn't give her time, he stopped next to me and quickly pulled down his underwear with a rapid movement. I jumped back when his long and dark cock appeared before my eyes, swaying like a snake hanging from a tree.
—I, who don't bite! —Said my dad, when he saw my reaction.
All of us laughed, even Mayra, who was staring fixedly at her brother's member. I was surprised by the size, if I could brag about my tits, he could do it calmly with his cock. She had it half-erect and I couldn't help but wonder what size it would be if it were fully hard. I swallowed saliva, unable to look away from those big and hairy testicles. I felt a little sisterly pride, if my friends knew how well-equipped he was, they would probably ask for his phone number; even those who mocked him for considering him something rough. He could be an ass, but he also had her like an ass.
Despite being a voluptuous woman who attracts the gaze and interest of many men; I had very few sexual experiences. I was in a relationship with a guy, with whom I had sex several times; but it was inexperienced sex, we were both virgins and didn't understand each other well in bed. We had to stop having sex every now and then to organize ourselves a bit or decide what to do next. That killed the climax for me. I thought my boyfriend was well-endowed, that he had a cock that could be considered large. But that was due to my lack of experience in the matter. I'm not even good at watching porn... I started doing it after breaking up with him. And when I saw Erik's cock, I thought he could be a porn actor without any problem.
It wasn't with the porn that I learned my boyfriend, in reality, was between normal and a little girl-sized. This happened one night when I went out to dance and a guy started shamelessly supporting me. He was a half-fat, somewhat ugly Moorish man who was very drunk. I was about to send him away so he wouldn't bother me, but then I saw his friend: a half-skinny, somewhat pretty Moorish man. They were both quite drunk, and I, due to the sexual dissatisfaction my boyfriend caused me, was half-aroused. I started dancing with them despite my friends' constant complaints that those guys could be dangerous and I didn't know them. As a badly raised girl like myself, I ignored them and started dancing with them. I got a little slutty with the prettier one, rubbing my ass against his package several times; but he didn't seem very interested in me. The chubby one was taking every opportunity to put his hand on me, having already shamelessly grabbed my butt and even grabbed a breast. I was getting annoyed, but I put up with it, only because his friend seemed more and more handsome to me, due to the alcohol I was also consuming and the heat I had going on.
The thing started getting spicier when these guys, without me noticing, went approaching one of the darkest corners of the discotheque. I even lost sight of my friends at that moment. At that time, I should have been scared, but I was so 'drunk', that I didn't see the danger or risk, but everything else: I saw an opportunity.
Like a she-wolf in heat I launched myself at the handsome guy, who had already driven me crazy, pinning him against the wall and crushing him with my large breasts, and I started eating his mouth. He didn't offer much resistance, but he didn't seem too pleased with the situation either. That's when it occurred to me that maybe this guy was gay, because I can't think of any other reason why he could reject a woman like me.
His friend, the chubby ugly one, also saw a great opportunity in the darkness. He stuck to me like a tick. He flattened me with his belly and started rubbing his bulge against my butt, like a dog in heat. I wanted to push him away, but if I did, I'd also miss the opportunity to kiss his friend.
While I was trying to put my tongue in the mouth of the handsome guy, the chubby one took advantage to grope me all over. I could feel his plump fingers playing with my pussy and he was already figuring out how to run my thong.
For that moment I was already desperate for something to happen, I stretched out my hand and grabbed the guy's luggage, and I surprised...
His package wasn't any bigger than my boyfriend's. It's more... it even seemed considerably smaller to me. I took away a great disappointment, that man, with whom I thought I could spend a good night, was a pitocorto.
I didn't know what to do... if I left at that moment, he would feel very bad because he would know it was because of that. Plus his friend, the chubby one, wouldn't let me go so easily. I had already managed to push my thong aside, and one of his fingers was exploring me directly inside my pussy. Ugly or not, the guy was already getting me hot... even more than his handsome friend, who didn't interest me as much anymore.
Probably he thought I was already given in, because I didn't put up any resistance when his fingers penetrated my pussy, on the contrary, I spread my legs a little and let him work freely.
Because I was a little naive, I thought he would settle for filling my pussy with fingers, but no... barely seconds later, I felt something bigger than a finger... much bigger. I remained stunned and motionless. I couldn't do anything; I was in the exact position to receive it. A thick cock started to dilate my pussy to limits I had never reached before. If I let out a scream, nobody would have noticed, more than these two guys, the music was so loud and the darkness protected us so well that it would have been the same as if we were alone. The chubby guy grabbed me tightly around the waist and started pressing, eager to sink his cock into me. If I wanted one bigger than my boyfriend's, now I had it... the big problem is that I doubted whether my pussy was ready for such a male member. The chubby guy's pressure continued to increase, forcing me to lift my Booty higher and separate my legs a bit more... I ended up on tiptoes, suffering because my pussy seemed to be going through a second deflowering. But I couldn't deny that it was the most pleasurable sensation I had ever experienced in my life. Already, I didn't care much about the guy being fat, or ugly... or that he was a degenerate who had tried to take advantage of me from the very beginning; his cock was opening me up like never before, and I wanted more. I wanted him to put it inside me as deep as possible.
The handsome boy and 'shorty' realized he was extra in this equation, so he started to free himself from my arms' prison. I didn't resist his departure, I no longer wanted to know anything about him... my mind could only think of that big cock that kept entering my pussy.
When we were left alone, just the chubby guy and I, it started to get better. Despite the pain, my pussy could contain all that virile member, he screwed me so hard that it made me scream with pleasure... but no one could hear me there. My tits and face were against the wall, and the chubby guy, seeing he could put it all in, started pumping with force and without much consideration for my anatomy. This instead of bothering me, drove me crazy... like a madwoman that I am, I started to encourage him... I knew he could hear me, he was breathing very close to my neck, with his strong breath of alcohol. I said Put it all in... really hard... partway down, I surprised myself because I had never told my boyfriend things like that before. It gave me a lot of thrill knowing that he, despite being so ugly, could excite me so much as a beautiful girl like me. Just hours before I would have thought it impossible, but there he was, licking my neck and face, and screwing me with his whole fat cock... and I was surrendered, ready to let him do whatever he wanted. I wanted him to use me as his sexual doll and give in to him for the rest of the night.
I had all the use of the word: wet pussy, and not a single millimeter more to receive cock, the chubby one had me completely full, and I was moving my hips like a slut, provoking faster and more intense penetrations.
The guy did it so well that he made me come to orgasm, something that had never happened to me with my boyfriend. And as if this weren't enough, he started filling my pussy with powerful jets of semen.
I had never been made to feel so good with sex before, nor had I ever felt so morbidly used. The next day I had to break up with my boyfriend, not because I felt bad for having cheated on him, but because I had already realized that I wouldn't be happy with him. I needed something more... bigger.
¿How is it that you didn't lose? —My uncle Alberto's loud voice made me come back to reality. I was talking to my brother, who despite being naked, was still showing dignity and competitiveness—. What do you think you'll do if you lose another round? Cut off your balls? —That comment caused me a lot of laughter.
No thanks, I'd rather keep them. But they can challenge me if I lose. Like mom said, going out to dance in the rain, or something like that.
It's not a bad idea, said Viki, leaving the glass on the table. But who is going to decide the challenge?
Whoever has the best hand in the game, said Erik.
I had to admit that the idea was very good, even though it came from my brother. Maybe poor guy's neurons would get fried, thinking about that; but we could implement it. That way, I'd have importance in rising victorious. Everyone agreed, although Mayra only nodded timidly and didn't say anything.
The game continued, and this time it was my uncle who stayed in his underwear. His body wasn't as firm as my father's, but he was still a man who could interest any fifty-year-old woman looking for fun.
In the next round my mother lost her last garment. We all remained in suspense, but it seemed she didn't want to turn defeat into a Greek tragedy. Without much preamble, she stood up and swayed her wide hips while taking off her bloomers, revealing a vulva with thick lips hanging from it and some brown hairs crowning it. We all stayed silent, admiring such an exemplary specimen of female sex.
I couldn't believe it, standing naked in front of all the house members as if it were the most natural thing in the world. I have to admit that the alcohol had a lot to do with this, even I felt less inhibited myself. I was even willing to strip completely, because I had already seen my brother and mother doing it. Psychologically, it's easier to follow the crowd than go against it. At least that's what my therapist explained to me, the one who says I'm not crazy and that I'm a normal 20-year-old girl with typical problems of my age.
But at that moment, enjoying with my family, I didn't care about the jerk of my ex-boyfriend. The only concern I had was for the supposed challenges that would come when I lost someone who was already naked. We still had a lot to play, and I thought the challenges would be humiliating and very dramatic.
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