New strain of virus, villain is now a disgusting vampire.
In this one, he enjoys the spoils of his church-group raid, playing house and exploring his growing harem of free-use slaves. Then enjoys his pregnant cousin tied up in the basement, with the help of his new daughters. READ DISCLAIMERS FIRST!
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DISCLAIMERS:
In this series, I write from the perspective of the VILLAIN. That means I don't agree with his choices, and you're not supposed to either. We're all acknowledging he is evil and wrong. Obviously nothing he does should ever be done in real life! Please be mature adults and separate fantasy from reality. This SHOULD evoke visceral, icky feelings. That's the POINT. This is HORROR.
All characters are 18+.This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to events, locales, or persons living or dead is purely coincidental.
KINKS / WARNINGS:-Blood, some gore
-Gross Sniffing/Tasting (bodily fluids, breast milk, everything)
-Non-con / Sadism / Violence
-Bondage / BDSM
-Implied bestiality (dog will never be harmed)
-Pregnant woman
-Cousin incest
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Chapter Eight - House Pets
Claws slash like daggers, rending through clothing, lacerating the flesh beneath. The taller girl’s shirt now hangs on by threads, her beautiful skin revealed through shredded fabric. I catch a glimpse of a dark pink nipple as the girls whirl around and slam into the bookshelves along the wall, books clattering to the floor. They shriek and shout, pulling at each other’s hair. The shorter girl takes a powerful knee to the belly, then another, which knocks her back and creates some distance between them. Both breathing heavily, they reset in the center of the room.
The Kitten’s eyes glow red, a sign of her blood-rage power that only manifests in the heat of battle. Eva flicks her head to get her dirty-blonde hair out of her face, then licks her lips, baring her fangs in a wide smile. Her shirt was ripped off a while ago, leaving only a black sports bra. She circles around, eyeing her opponent, passing right in front of me. My eyes gaze down at her cute little butt packed into tight pink running shorts. She raises her long retractable claws, preparing for the next violent exchange.
The Songbird stands across from Eva, panting, arms raised in an experienced fighting stance. A lean, model-like figure, skin glistening with sweat, Taylor quickly rips off the remnants of her ruined shirt and bra, showing fair skin, small tits, and bloody claw marks that already begin to close up and heal. My eyes look her up and down, admiring her shiny long legs, her tight sweatpant shorts.
Eva screams and pounces across the room in one leap. Taylor sees it coming and lands an arcing high kick right at the girl’s head. Thud! Eva yelps and slams down face-first on the stone floor at my feet. Taylor closes in and swings an axe kick at her downed opponent. But just before impact, Eva rolls out of the way and lunges up between Taylor's legs, gouging into the girl’s thighs repeatedly. Droplets of blood fly in every direction as she works her way up in a flurry of cuts, ending with a brutal upward stab right into Taylor’s crotch. The girl screams as her poor pussy is pierced with razor sharp claws.
Flecks of blood hit my face as I sit casually looking on. My wife Victoria sits cradled sideways on my lap, slouched and cuddling. She sits up and licks the side of my neck, then my face, cleaning the droplets of blood from my skin. Her familiar floral scent fills my nose and soothes my mind.
“Oh my, look at them go, my Lord!” Vee whispers in my ear in between licks and kisses. “So violent! I think our daughters will be ready to go hunting with their daddy soon.” She nuzzles into my neck, then returns her gaze to the girls thrashing at each other in the center of the room.
We sit like royalty in a big leather cigar chair, watching our daughters engage in blood sport for our amusement. The rarely-used basement den proved to be the perfect place for such an activity. A cozy dimly lit study with expensive stone tile flooring and old-fashioned wooden bookshelves lining the walls. Like most rooms throughout the basement, wooden rafters are left stylishly exposed along the ceiling. We cleared the furniture from the center of the room, leaving a few comfy leather seats around the perimeter.
Vee continues softly, “But it looks like our little Songbird isn’t quite as vicious as our Kitten.” She winces as we watch Eva drive those claws into Taylor's tender belly and breasts, the two sisters rolling around on the floor now. My wife has a penchant for pet names, loves using these cutesy animal titles. But the nicknames also seem to serve as a reminder that the girls they once were are gone. They have transformed, they've been reborn as my pets, my playthings.
Taylor had been a perfect little lady when we first found her. A singer. Now those vocal cords are ruined, Eva having strangled her while my fangs ripped at her throat, leaving gruesome scars all over her neck that will never heal. Taylor and her friend Grace, pure little Christians, collected from a church group gathering at a farm. Now they’re my new daughters.
“Don’t be so quick to count her out,” My hands subconsciously glide across my queen’s soft body as we cuddle. She squirms at my touch. Victoria wears nothing but a silky black nightie, which perfectly suits her fair skin and raven hair. My fingers knead into her motherly hips, then without asking, they work their way between her warm thighs. She exhales excitedly. I ignore her and continue, “Just look at the way she fights. She knows what she’s doing. With some more guidance, she’ll be just as lethal as her sister.”
Vee slowly begins to gyrate as my fingers penetrate her wet folds, happily parting her knees to give me better access. She struggles to concentrate on our conversation, “You- you think so? Where did sh- she learn to do that?” We watch as Taylor struggles back to her feet, resuming a skillful martial arts stance. She dodges Eva’s claws and lands a few punches to the girl’s midsection, then her face. Devastating blows that would put most people down. But my girls heal within seconds after each attack.
“Grace told me Taylor’s father always encouraged her to learn self-defence. Wanted his baby girl to know how to protect herself. I guess she loved it. Did kickboxing and other athletics her whole life.” I nonchalantly drive two fingers deep into my wife’s cunt as we continue talking. She reels her head back and bites lovingly onto my shoulder, piercing my skin. I ignore her and carry on, laughing, “But all that self-defence didn’t do her any good in the end, not against Eva and me. Still… it could be very useful.” I watch with impressed eyes as Taylor cracks Eva in the head with another deadly kick.
Vee doesn't even seem to hear me anymore, my fingers churning her insides. She’s lost in her own world, her eyes closed, a blissful smile spreading across her face as she sits curled up in my lap. I gaze down at my queen, wet clicking sounds as I pump in and out, her brownish labia quivering around my fingers. She moans, her arms hugging around my neck. I’ve been spoiling her, bringing home everything she could ask for. We’ve harvested blood in bottles from the farm, enough to last our family weeks. Vee had wanted a daughter, and we brought home not one but two beautiful girls. A lovely Songbird and a little Lamb. But most of all, Vee had been struggling to provide for baby Adam. So when we had brought home the perfect pregnant Cow, Vee had squealed with delight for what seemed like hours. Not only can we care for Adam now, provide him breast milk, but Vee also gets to claim another precious baby as her own.
I feel my cock stiffen, poking up at Victoria’s butt as she trembles and wiggles all over me. But just as she seems to be getting close, just as things are getting quite heated, I pull my fingers out of her. She gasps and pouts, staring at me with a pleading expression. But I disregard her. She may be my queen, but I’m king of this household. And I’m bored.
I lift her off me and let her slump to the floor as her shaky legs are unable to hold her up. “Let the girls go at it a bit longer. I want to go check on our Cow.” Then without another word, I stand and leave the room, licking my wife’s sour juices from my fingers as if she were nothing more than a quick snack.
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Down the hall to the other end of the basement, a couple bats flutter past my head as I approach the room. A sign that my little Lamb is nearby. I shake my head in mild amusement. We’ve learned that Grace has quite the affinity for animals. A farm girl her whole life, she now seems to be developing a strange but powerful connection to the critters of the night. She’s nearly always seen surrounded by her new little ‘familiars’. Bats, mice, even some stray cats now gather around our house.
I turn the knob and enter. The room is filled with pastel colors and toddler toys, everything pristine and untouched. Victoria and her husband had planned to use this as a playroom, had it ready and waiting for when Adam got a little older. I figure we should put it to good use.
“Oh! Uh- hold on! Samson, get down!” Grace’s voice is surprised and flustered as I walk in on her. She pretends to be fixing the ropes binding my pregnant cousin Laura to a chair, but I can tell she’s been done with that task for a while. The great black dog Samson walks up to me licking his chops, looking oddly excited, all satisfied and smug. Grace shifts her thighs and awkwardly pulls her nightie down to make sure her legs are covered. Laura sits there looking shell-shocked, mouth gagged with cloth, black tears of makeup running down her cheeks, absolutely traumatized and unable to comprehend what she just witnessed her former Christian friend do with the dog.
“Uh- here Master, I got her ready just like you asked.” Grace’s eyes dart around, thinking of how to avoid talking about what just happened. With a quirky giggle she hurriedly changes the subject, “Hey um- don’t you think it’s interesting how um- how technically Eva bit me. So that makes me more of your granddaughter than your daughter, right?” She forces another cute giggle.
I cock an eyebrow and smile, glancing from her blushed cheeks to the dog. But I let her off the hook and don’t confront her about it. Allowing the awkward moment to pass, I chuckle as I step closer to her, “I never thought of that. That’s true I guess.” I pull the short curvy girl to me, hugging her and kissing the top of her curly strawberry-blonde hair. “But I’d rather think of all three of you as my daughters. It just seems right that way.”
She looks up at me with her cute hipster glasses and pudgy cheeks, then hugs me back and smiles. Then in a taunting voice, “So you want your daughter to do this… daddy? ” Her hands reach down to playfully rub at my cock from over my pants.
“Maybe later. Can you go check on Adam? I want to be left alone with my cousin for a bit, ok? Plus I think you need to go wash yourself up real good.” I look at the dog again, then smirk at Grace, my hands teasingly squeezing her plump asscheeks from outside her thin nightie.
With that, she practically races out of the room in embarrassment. When she reaches the door, she turns back, “Hey Master, when the time comes to deliver the baby, could I help? I was studying to become a nurse. Back before…”
“That would be wonderful.” And her face swells with pride at clearly impressing her daddy. She closes the door.
And I calmly turn toward Laura, who’s eyes are wide with horror, her face telling it all. She can’t believe this is happening. Her cousin, who died over a year ago, came back from the dead, murdered her friends at the farm, and kidnapped her. She sits gagged and tied to a chair in the basement of a house she’s never been to. And two of her best friends seem brainwashed, committing the most disgusting sexual acts, pretending I’m their incestuous daddy. Her eyes dart to the door, then back to me, unable to make sense of any of it. Then she screams, muffled into the cloth tied tightly around her mouth. I just smile and step closer.
“Shhhh! Trust me, no one’s coming for you. Just relax, Cow.” My cock stirs in my pants at the thrill of degrading my cousin so casually. I’ve known her my whole life. Every family gathering, she was always a forbidden desire, an untouchable crush. Laura was a wife, a mother, a beloved member of her church. And now I have her alone in my basement, all to myself, with no consequences, nothing off-limits.
Standing before her, I gaze down, reaching my hand out to brush her curly brown hair from her face. Seeing me up close, her expression changes. She realizes, without a doubt, I am really her cousin, this isn’t just some twisted nightmare. She goes quiet, closing her eyes and sobbing pathetically. And I touch her face, caress her cheek and chin, down her warm neck. Her gentle tan, her mix of German and Spanish ethnicity. Such a pretty girl. I always found myself oddly jealous of her husband, an extremely handsome man of Mexican descent. Laura always seemed to be pregnant, always either just had a baby or was about to have another. It would make me imagine her husband pumping her full of cum, knocking her up. Two beautiful people, and the kids they’ve produced were always so good looking.
Then without warning, watching her face the whole time, I clamp a hand right onto her breast, squeezing brutishly over her thin sweater, squishing the bra underneath. Her reaction is glorious. She squeaks in shock, her face scrunching up, her whole body vibrating with absolute fear.
Laura sits in a fancy wooden dining room chair with a high back, a cushioned seat, and firm armrests. I pace around her, inspecting the pregnant girl from every angle. Through the opening in the lower back of the chair, I can see her hands tied uncomfortably behind her. A cloth is pulled tightly between her teeth, and a little dribble of spit leaks down her chin. Her ankles are tied to the legs of the chair.
She wears a fashionable blue long sleeve sweater and a modest but cute full-length white floral skirt.
“Grace really did a great job with you, didn’t she?” I lean down from behind her, inhaling her hair, a lovely shampoo scent I recognize as Eva’s. It suits Laura well. “Cleaned you up… washed your clothes… even redressed you exactly how we found you on the farm.” I kneel down in front of her, my hands groping her soft thighs. She groans defiantly, mortified by every creepy touch.
“I wanted to enjoy the real experience of unwrapping my cousin.” Laura shudders as I take my time with every word, feeling her body as I speak. “But on the way here, you got kind of… well you know… nasty.” My hands explore her bulbous stomach. I lift up her sweater, along with a white undershirt, revealing her pale belly, the skin stretched taut like there’s a watermelon stuffed inside. It makes me want to stuff even more inside her. A pregnant woman is such a delicate thing. It would be so easy to break her. I almost want to. But no, I need to be gentle. Over nine months pregnant. Any day now, we’ll have a new family member.
“Didn’t you? Nasty fucking Cow. Blood splattered all over you from your friends. All sweaty and gross. Puked all over the place. Remember that? Yeah? And then what? What did this thing do?” I poke a finger below her big belly, squishing right into her pubic mound from over her skirt. Laura lets out another muffled scream as I touch at her most private area. She pinches her knees together in a desperate attempt to block me. “What did it do, Laura? Did it tinkle? Yeah? Did you piss yourself on the way here? Stupid cunt. Well you’re all cleaned up now. So I can do this.”
And with little effort, I wrench her knees apart and thrust my head up under her skirt. She writhes around in her seat, but I hold her steady. The air is stuffy under here, a somewhat musty scent. And though it’s dark, my enhanced vision sees perfectly. I’ve always wondered what my innocent little cousin’s underwear would look like. And before my eyes, I finally get to gaze upon them. Somewhat boring tan panties, full coverage and modest. Nothing special, not meant to be sexy. Probably whatever’s cheapest at the store. Honestly, it’s exactly what I always pictured she’d wear.
I bury my face straight in, my chin resting on the cushioned seat beneath her, my nose and mouth rubbing around wildly. She screams and clamps her legs in around my head, which only spurs me on more. A thrilled laugh escapes me as I inhale and nuzzle into my cousin’s warm crotch. I feel the spongy folds of her pussy beneath the fabric. And the scent drives me insane with lust. A faint sour smell, a crude harshness that makes it even more obvious how unbelievably wrong this is. It’s not an area she’s worried about keeping perfect. It’s a place she wouldn’t let anyone stick their face. This is such a disgusting, sinful act she never thought she’d be subjected to. I kiss and suck at the fabric, her big belly resting down on my forehead. This is amazing!
My hands reach in, my fingers hooking underneath the panties. I tug and tear aggressively, the flimsy cloth giving way with ease. With the crotch of her underwear ripped wide open, I leave the rest clinging on around her waist. Finally, after years of fantasizing, I’m face-to-face with Laura’s naked vagina. No more wondering, no more guessing what it looks like. It’s mine to explore!
She’s pretty unkempt, everything a bit sloppy, but in a cute way. And with how she’s sitting, everything’s unflatteringly smushed down on the seat. Her dark brown pubes are clumsily trimmed down and shaved up around the edges, clearly to her own preference, meant for her eyes only. Puffy inner lips peek out down the center of her slit, dark brown and lewd. Overall it’s a rough sight, but simply beautiful all the same. Her appearance is a reminder that this is a dirty place, a place I shouldn’t be. But she’s so sexy. A natural, realistic woman, a young mom.
The smell is stronger without her panties in the way. A pungent musk that punches me in the face. But I can’t get enough! I stick my nose in, wiggling it in between her lips, inhaling and snorting loudly so she can really hear how disgusting I’m being. I smell a hint of piss and sweat lingering in the pregnant woman’s folds. I love getting to know every gross flaw and indecent thing about her. It’s something I’d been dying to do my whole life, and ironically I actually had to die in order to finally get to do it. To inspect my cousin like this, find out what she looks like, smells like, even tastes like.
My tongue lashes out, thrusts into her tight hole. She’s unaroused, shrunken, her vaginal muscles pushing back at the intruder. But I dig deep and taste my cousin’s bitter cunt. It’s not exactly pleasant, but the thought of violating every ounce of her privacy is enough to make my cock throb. Just knowing that she’s a bit gross down here is so invigorating. I bet she’s never let anyone, even her late husband, do anything like this to her.
I lick at her urethra, the place where she pisses! I remember when Laura and I were little kids. And all these years later, she’s grown into a beautiful woman… a woman I get to claim as my sex slave! My tongue slides in again. To think, this is where her husband pumped her full. She squeezed kids out of this thing!
I resurface from beneath her skirt, panting loudly and looking up at her. We make eye contact, so I smile and bare my fangs. She looks like she’s going into shock, about to pass out. I take in the surreal moment. I’m violating every inch of my cousin’s body, right in the middle of a child’s playroom! My eyes glance up at the wooden rafters along the ceiling again. They look sturdy, and an idea keeps coming to mind. Maybe later.
Without warning, I reach up and begin violently tearing at her sweater, feeling a sudden urge to see her tits. The fabric rips down the center, exposing a simple off-white bra. She comes back to reality, letting out a horrified muffled shriek as my hands pull at the bra until it too tears down the center. And there before my eyes, Laura’s tits pop out, jiggling and bouncing from the aggressive motion. They settle and slump down onto the big belly beneath them.
Another thing I’ve always fantasized about, getting to see what my cousin’s breasts looked like. They’re a decent size for a smaller girl like her, more than a handful. Though I’m sure they’re swollen up bigger from the pregnancy. The flesh is pale, with a few cute moles here and there. In fact, now that I notice, most of her body is pasty white, so different than the tan part-Hispanic complexion of her face and arms. Christian girls like her never show much skin. Which means I’m seeing all the parts of her she never shows anyone.
Large areolas, dark brown nipples, fat and puffy. I squeeze into her breasts, filling my hands with them, feeling their weight, glancing up at her pained expression as I dig my fingers in a bit too hard. Then I pinch at her big nipples, and to my surprise I feel something wet on one of them. A yellowy liquid dribbles down. My jaw drops and I look up at Laura, “Look at this! What a good Cow!” Our eyes meet, and she shakes her head and moans, pleading. I smile and dive my mouth in at the nipple. The slightest bit of colostrum, a thick milky fluid, salty and sweet. Laura sobs loudly as I suck at her teat to get every last drop.
My cock is pulsing in my pants, and I decide I want her. I need to fuck my cousin. But in this position, I don’t have easy access to anything. So I call for my daughter, “Grace! Hey Grace, get in here! And bring Taylor!”
A few minutes later, the two girls come in. Both are freshly showered, though Taylor still looks beaten up and exhausted from her fight with Eva. They listen to my commands without batting an eye, happily repositioning Laura in the most exposed, compromising position. Preparing their former friend to be fucked, raped by their daddy. And they chat and giggle as they work, as if this is the most natural thing in the world. They exist to serve their new god, exist to please me.
Using the same fancy chair, they lay Laura completely naked on her back on the cushioned seat, her bare ass hanging off the edge. Her head is stuck through the opening in the lower part of the chair’s backrest. Her wrists are tied down to the legs of the chair. Her ankles are lifted up and tied to the top knobs of the backrest, and her thighs are tied to the armrests on either side of her. This leaves her legs spread wide and her crotch pointing up nicely. Even her protruding belly looks sexy in this position.
“Ok girls, great job.” I kneel down at Laura’s face sticking out from the backrest of the chair. She stares up at me with teary eyes, not quite knowing what we’re about to do to her. I kiss lovingly at her cheeks as I speak to Grace and Taylor. “Now, I want you to make our Cow here feel really good. Get down at her cunt. That’s it. Now lick. Clean her pussy. And her asshole. And finger her. Do everything you can to make her cum.” I watch Laura’s face as they begin, her eyes going wide. She groans, shaking her head, screaming into her gag. But I just pet her hair and kiss her gently, as feelings that the good little Christian lady has likely never felt are forced upon her.
I stand and undress myself as I watch the girls work for a few minutes. Taylor’s little tongue flicks rapidly through Laura’s folds, while Grace slurps underneath at the nasty asshole. Taylor is able to wiggle a finger into the cunt once it’s warmed up, pumping in and out. Squelching sounds fill the playroom, as no matter how hard she resists, Laura’s body begins to succumb to the stimulation of tongues and fingers. Grace clearly hates what she’s doing, and Taylor doesn’t look exactly happy either. But despite the disgusting tastes and demeaning circumstances, both girls know their place in the world is to please their master. So neither complain, and both try to make the best of it, occasionally joking and giggling.
I return to Laura’s head, my cock swaying above her face menacingly. She screams into her gag at the sight, but I ignore her and crouch down over her head. I rub my balls all over her pretty face, my cock throbbing from the feeling of doing this to my cousin. She tries to turn away, but I hold her steady and grind around while laughing. I can’t believe I get to do this! How fucking exciting!
Then I reach down and remove her gag, and she immediately screams at the top of her lungs, “NO! HELP! SOMEONE HELP ME! GET THAT THING AWAY FROM M- Mmmmrrrrfff!” I shove my cock straight down her throat to shut the bitch up. God what a feeling! So wet and warm. I’m careful not to harm her, but can’t help but begin thrusting away roughly straight from the start. She gags and gurgles, and my cock punches to the back of her throat, stretching her out gruesomely. My balls slap on her forehead, my hands holding her head steady against her thrashing attempts to escape.
And then she bites as hard as she can. The pain only serves to send a jolt of adrenaline through me, and I burst out laughing at the feeble attempt. I can feel myself healing already. I grip her jaw and crank it wide open to get her stupid teeth out of the way, then proceed to pump away until she seems ready to puke. I ease out and allow her a moment to recover, then plunge back in. Mucusy spit pours out, caking her nose and forehead.
From where I’m standing, I can reach down around the back of the chair to fondle her milky tits, squeezing and pinching, watching her big belly shake from the motion of my pumping hips. Then I gaze between her legs at my daughters lapping away at her cunt and asshole. Taylor catches my gaze and smiles up at me warmly.
I pull out of Laura’s throat with a nasty Splurk! and slap my cock down at her face as she coughs hysterically. Then I slide my balls around in the slimy mess, watching the girls work at her crotch. Things are getting heated, the room getting humid the more they lick and slurp and finger her. She’s getting close. So I kneel down, my hand casually pumping my cock, my face inches from my cousin’s, her breathing heavy and strained. And then I watch, up close and personal, as the innocent Christian shuts her eyes tight, scrunches up her face, and moans out an orgasm. She tries so hard to contain it, to resist the sinful temptation. But her former friends get it out of her in the end. What a fascinating thing to witness. She might never have cum before, and even if she has, I doubt it was ever like this. Her whole body trembles, her lungs gasping for breath. So I stand and thrust my cock back down her throat just to feel the last spasms of climax pulsing through her body. She gags and chokes, coming down from the best, worst, and possibly only orgasm of her entire life.
But her throat begins to bore me. I suddenly rush around to the other side, shoving my cock between my daughters’ faces. With my hands on each of their heads to keep them lapping away, I push my way in, thrusting my meat at Laura’s sopping hole.
Grace giggles, “Hi daddy! Do you need help? Here.” She lays her face up sideways onto Laura’s pubic mound, looking back at me, curly strawberry-blonde hair draped all around. She takes my cock in her hand and helps me inside the pussy, while her little tongue flicks out onto the clit below her. Meanwhile Taylor dives underneath to assume Grace’s previous position, licking up at Laura’s asshole from below, then alternating to lick up at my ballsack as well. What good girls!
I exhale a blissful sigh as Grace helps insert me into my pregnant cousin’s cunthole. My girls have prepared her perfectly. She’s no longer tight and resisting, but sloppy and wet and loosened up. All the way in, balls-deep, I hold there for a minute, taking it all in. Her insides adapt to the sudden penetration, taking my cock with surprising experience. Well, I guess she’s had kids and plenty of sex with her husband. She screams out in protest, and it finally hits me… I’m inside my cousin Laura, her pussy wrapped and squeezing around my cock. The taste of her juices still lingers on my lips. That smell in the room, is her. The girl I grew up with. Fucking incredible!
And those wet squelching sounds are her pure Christian friends, licking her privates! Grace’s pretty blue eyes stare up at me with fondness as she rests her cheek down on Laura’s pregnant belly and puffy pubic mound. Her tongue flicks out to pleasure Laura’s clit and the base of my cock. And that feeling underneath… is their friend Taylor furiously licking back and forth between my balls and Laura’s asshole. God, if my cock gets any harder I might stab the poor baby in there!
I begin pummeling Laura’s motherly twat. She’s so easy to fuck, almost no resistance whatsoever. And with no need to hold onto anything, I can slam in and out while my hands are free to explore. I pet at Grace’s golden hair, caress her smooth naked back. Then I glide my hands up over the swollen belly, imagining the baby being stirred around inside there with every aggressive smash of my hips. I pinch at Laura’s puffy brown nipples, jiggle her fleshy full breasts. Then I rest both hand up on the soles of her feet, which point toward the ceiling in her bound position.
To top it all off, I can take breaks, sliding out of the sopping cunt and slamming into Grace’s waiting mouth right above it. She moans and swirls her tongue, doing her very best to please her daddy. Then out and back inside the slimy pussy.
After only a few minutes, all the amazing stimulation is getting me close to climax. So I reach down and yank Taylor out from below, forcing her up onto Laura’s belly, cheek down, facing me just like Grace. I want to see both my daughters staring up at me as I cum.
A monstrous groan escapes me, drowning out the pathetic sobs coming from my cousin. One last thrust, then I hold, barely able to remain standing, my whole body bursting with ecstasy. My jizz pours out, flooding Laura’s insides. Not far from the baby growing in her belly. Pulse after pulse shoots out, swirling around my cock deep within her.
Everyone goes quiet in the aftermath. Just heavy breathing from all four of us. The playroom is hot and muggy and filled with the smell of sex. And I pull out with a gross Sploot!
Through panting breaths, I casually instruct my daughters, “Girls, go ahead and clean her up. Use your tongues. Dig up inside as best you can. Then get everyone showered.” Without hesitation, Taylor and Grace rush around to kneel in front of Laura’s crotch again, eagerly obeying their daddy’s commands. Lapping and tongue-fucking the mess of a cunt, ingesting every drop of my cum they can find.
I turn and leave, ready for a nap. We’ll go hunting again soon. But I think I could use a few days of relaxation around the house. Some time to really enjoy all my girls.
To be continued...
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