You pull up to Anna's modest two-bedroom apartment in the rundown part of town, the engine of your beat-up car rattling to a stop. The building looks even shabbier than you remember, peeling paint and cracked sidewalks screaming neglect. It's been a month since Anna vanished without a word, and her daughter Lily's frantic call yesterday lit a fire under you. You knock, and the door creaks open to reveal Lily, her fifteen-year-old frame slouched in oversized sweats that hide her budding curves. Her eyes, red-rimmed from crying or lack of sleep, widen slightly at the sight of you.
"Hey, Lily," you say, stepping inside the dim living room cluttered with takeout boxes and unopened mail. "How's school going? Made any friends yet?"
She shrugs, avoiding your gaze, her arms crossed tight over her chest like she's shielding her small tits from the world. "It's okay. Public school's shit compared to private. Kids stare at me like I'm trash now." Her voice cracks, body image issues pouring out in that one sentence. You sit on the sagging couch, patting the spot next to you, and she hesitates before plopping down, her thigh brushing yours accidentally. You ask about her classes, her hobbies—anything to draw her out. She mumbles about art club, how she sketches to escape the grief of losing her dad and the humiliation of this new life. Her withdrawal tugs at you, but there's a spark in her eyes when she talks about missing her mom, a mix of worry and something unspoken, almost hungry for connection.
After a while, you steer the conversation to Anna. "Did she say anything before she left? Any hints where she might be?"
Lily shakes her head, biting her lip. "Just that she had to help at the church. That pastor guy's been calling her nonstop." Her distrust mirrors yours—that sleazy Pastor Mark, with his fake smiles and wandering eyes. You nod, promising to find her mom, and Lily's hand squeezes your arm, her touch lingering a second too long, sending a forbidden jolt through you.
You head to Anna's bedroom next, Lily trailing behind. The room smells faintly of her perfume mixed with stale laundry. You rifle through drawers—bills, a few crumpled twenties, lingerie that hints at a wilder side she never showed you in college. No notes, no addresses, just a pamphlet from the church tucked under a bra, advertising 'exclusive retreats.' Secrets hide here, you sense it in the way the fabric feels worn from desperate nights. Lily watches from the doorway, her breath quickening as you pull out a vibrator from the nightstand, its tip still sticky. She blushes but doesn't look away, curiosity flickering in her eyes.
"We should check the church," you say, pocketing the pamphlet. Lily nods eagerly, grabbing her phone. You drive across the city, the tension thick in the car, her knee bouncing against yours. The church looms ahead, half under renovation, scaffolding everywhere and a sign saying services resume next month. But there's an SUV parked crooked on the side, engine still warm. Footsteps echo from the side door—men and women stumbling out, clothes disheveled, heading to the parking structure.
You and Lily slip through the door, hearts pounding, descending creaky stairs into a dark hallway. The air grows heavy, reeking of sweat and sex. A door at the end stands ajar, moans spilling out. You push it open, and the sight hits you like a gut punch: a dimly lit basement room packed with naked bodies sprawled on rows of mattresses. Men and women of all ages, limbs tangled, cocks limp and glistening with cum, pussies and asses leaking from recent fucks. Bottles of booze scatter the floor, the stench of dried semen and pussy juice thick enough to taste.
Your eyes lock on Anna in the center—your old college friend, forty and curvaceous, her full tits heaving as she sleeps sandwiched between two men. Pastor Mark, that married con artist, lies behind her, his thick flaccid cock still buried in her asshole, cum oozing out around it. Another guy presses against her front, his spent dick nestled in her shaved pussy, dried flakes on her thighs. She's marked everywhere—red handprints on her ass, bite marks on her neck—evidence of the orgy that raged here, public and raw in this so-called house of God.
Lily gasps, her hand flying to her mouth, but she doesn't scream. Instead, she whips out her phone, snapping photos: the writhing piles of flesh, cocks sliding into mouths in the corner, a woman riding two dicks at once. You grab a sheet, wrapping it around Anna's naked form, her skin hot and slick under your hands. You hoist her limp body over your shoulder, her ass cheeks brushing your cheek, the scent of cum invading your nostrils. Lily follows, eyes wide with shock and something darker—voyeuristic thrill—as you bolt up the stairs and out to the car.
The drive home is silent, Anna passed out in the back seat, sheet slipping to expose one nipple. Your cock throbs hard in your pants, the image burned in: Anna's holes stuffed, bodies fucking openly in that taboo den. Incestuous tension simmers with Lily beside you, her sweats tenting slightly at her crotch. You pull into the apartment lot, carry Anna to her bed, lay her down gently. In the bathroom, you splash water on your face and hands, trying to wash away the arousal, but your dick strains, pre-cum soaking your boxers.
A soft hand grazes your bulge from behind. You spin, startled, and there stands Lily—sweats shed, her fifteen-year-old body bare and trembling. Small tits with pink nipples hard, a sparse patch of pubic hair above her tight virgin pussy. She's curious, bold in her vulnerability, eyes locked on your zipper. "I saw it all," she whispers, fingers tracing your shaft through the fabric. "Mom looked... free. Does it feel like that?" Her touch squeezes, urgent, as your cock twitches, the taboo heat building between you.
Your control snaps like a frayed wire. You grab Lily's petite naked body, her small tits pressing against your chest as you yank her close. Your mouth crashes onto hers, rough and sloppy, tongue shoving in to taste her sweet spit. She moans into the kiss, her hands fumbling at your shirt, pulling it off while you kick off your shoes and shove your pants down, cock springing free, thick and veined, already leaking pre-cum. Your boxers hit the floor last, and you're both bare, her smooth skin hot under your palms as you grope her ass cheeks, spreading them wide.
You scoop her up, her legs wrapping around your waist, and carry her to the sagging couch in the living room. She lands on her back with a bounce, legs splaying open to show her tight virgin pussy, pink lips glistening. You drop to your knees, burying your face between her thighs. Your tongue laps at her pussy first, flat and hungry, slurping up her juices that taste tangy and fresh. She gasps, hips bucking as you suck her clit, then slide lower to her puckered asshole, rimming the tight ring with wet circles. Fingers join in—one plunging into her dripping pussy, curling to hit her spot, another pushing into her ass, stretching the virgin hole. Lily writhes, whimpering, 'Oh fuck, yes, deeper,' her body arching as you finger-fuck both holes, tongue flicking back and forth.
You can't wait anymore. Rising up, you grab her ankles, spreading her wide, and ram your cock into her pussy. The barrier gives with a pop, blood mixing with her wetness as you take her virginity violently, thrusting balls-deep in one brutal shove. She screams, a mix of pain and pleasure, nails digging into your arms. You pound her hard, cock stretching her tight walls, slapping against her cervix. 'Take it, you little slut,' you growl, and she moans louder, 'Fuck me, harder!' You pull out, slick with her cherry blood, and flip her over, ass up. Spitting on her hole, you force your dick into her ass, the ring clenching around you as you sodomize her raw. She howls, pushing back, and you fuck her ass relentlessly, cum erupting first in her pussy after a few minutes, then flooding her bowels on the next round. You switch holes again, cumming in her mouth as she gags and swallows, spit and jizz dribbling down her chin.
Between fucks, as you both pant on the couch, Lily's hand wraps around your cock, stroking the cum-smeared shaft. She teases the head with her thumb, then slides a finger down to your ass, pushing it in knuckle-deep while jerking you. 'Taste this,' she whispers, pulling it out and sucking it clean, her eyes locked on yours with bold hunger. The room reeks now—dried cum, her squirts soaking the cushions, even a splash of piss from when she lost control mid-thrust.
Your loud grunts and her screams echo through the apartment, waking Anna. She stumbles out of the bedroom in a daze, sheet fallen away, her naked body marked from the orgy—bruises on her tits, cum crusted on her thighs. Lily spots her, grins wickedly, and straddles you reverse cowgirl, impaling her ass on your cock. She rides hard, small hands fondling her own pink areolas and pinching her nipples, moaning your name like a prayer. Anna freezes, eyes widening in horror as realization hits—her daughter bouncing on your dick, ass cheeks slapping your balls. Ugly sobs rack her body, tears streaming, but her feet weaken, and she crumples to the corner, crouching in disbelief.
You slap Lily's butt hard, leaving a red handprint mirroring the ones on Anna's ass from the pastor. The sting makes Lily clench, and you cum violently in her ass, hot ropes filling her until it leaks out. Lily slides off, cum dripping down her thighs, and crosses the room to Anna. 'Look at the cum dumpster,' she taunts, finally waking her mom fully. 'She's up now.' You follow, cock still hard and slick, and shove it into Anna's mouth. 'Clean my cock—taste your daughter's ass,' you command, grabbing her hair and forcing her head down, making her swallow inch after inch. She gags, crying, tears mixing with the mess, but you don't let up, face-fucking her until she chokes.
Lily flops back on the couch, spreading her legs wide, fingers rubbing her cum-filled pussy and ass, proudly showing the white stains to her mom. 'See what he did to me?' Anna gags harder on your cock, then pulls off with a pop, a glob of jizz and saliva splattering her chin. She falls to the floor on all fours, ass in the air, and you mount her immediately, slamming your cock into her asshole. No mercy—you sodomize her rough from the start, pounding like an animal. She screams, calling you 'fucking bastard' and 'pervert,' her voice breaking into sobs, but her hips twitch back involuntarily.
You grab her hair, yanking her face to Lily's pussy. 'Eat her,' you order. Lily taunts, 'What's the difference between this and your orgy, Mom? You were stuffed like a whore there too.' Anna's tongue flicks out hesitantly, then laps at Lily's clit. Lily squirts suddenly, soaking her mom's face, gushing pussy juice into her open mouth. You pull out and cum on Anna's ass, painting the cheeks white. She gasps for air, spinning to face you, eyes blazing with anger and twisted lust. But Lily moves fast, facesitting her mom, grinding her pussy on Anna's nose and mouth. 'She's starting to enjoy this,' Lily says, looking at you with a smirk. 'Licking my pussy greedily now.'
You head to the kitchen, grabbing two bags of chips and pouring hot water into a cup for instant coffee, the steam rising as you sip. Peeking back, Lily's right—Anna's masturbating her own pussy furiously, fingers plunging in, while her other hand shoves digits into Lily's ass, making her daughter moan. The taboo heat builds, incestuous tension thick as they devour each other.
That day, the three of you fuck nonstop, a raw orgy in the cramped apartment. You break only to eat chips and chug water, bodies slick with sweat and cum, snuggling in a heap afterward. By evening, you decide—fuck the studio lease. You move in permanently, your savings stabilizing the household. Lily blooms, more open and confident, strutting naked around the place. Anna turns fully submissive, ditching clothes indoors, her body always ready. When you head out, the girls go braless and pantyless, skirts hiked for easy access—fucking in parks, on hiking trails, even sneaking into Lily's school after a late parent-teacher conference, your cock buried in Anna's ass against the lockers while Lily watches, fingering herself.
Life's a constant hard-on now, the voyeuristic thrill of public risks and taboo family bonds keeping you edged, always hungry for the next fuck.
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