by Reed James
“Huh?” I said, blinking. “Toys?”
“You are in that happy pregnancy daze,” Melody said. “I remember when I found out I was pregnant with Clint's child.” She smiled. “That was a wonderful day. I was just giddy. I could hardly focus on my classes the next day.”
“Yeah,” I said, drawing in a deep breath. “But we need to be ready. Focus.”
“Yep,” she said as we reached the back door of the third house. Clit had bought a few years ago. The first two houses were owned by our father. He bought one for my family, and the other for Aunt Vicky. That was back when no one realized that Melody and Lee were his kids, a fiction maintained to the world.
Clint was trying to undo that stigma of incest. To make it legal. California was open in some ways, since everyone thought Melody was his cousin it was okay for them to have sex, but for Alicia, Mom, Aunt Vicky, and myself it was very much illegal.
Not that we cared. We loved it. We were happy.
Melody punched in the code on the back door. It didn't have a key lock. Clint set it up to keep the kids from getting inside until they were eighteen. We headed inside the play house. It was like a regular house, but there were heavy hooks set in the ceiling that various things could be hung from. Everything from sex swings to manacles to ropes for suspension play.
“What do you got?” I asked and Melody winked at me.
My sister had a playful streak to her that was a little bit like Lee, only Melody wasn't a humiliation slut. She was dominant, one of Clint's two queens. She and Pam were his lovers. His girlfriends. His wives if he could get his dream of having bigamy legalized. Melody had that tomboy streak in her. When they were kids, the two were inseparable, each other's best friends.
We stripped naked as we chatted, my curiosity piqued at what was in that bag. My half-sister was a beauty, her breasts round and beautiful. She was shaved, Clint preferring his women bare, and glistening. She smiled at me, her hair swaying loosely around her face. She didn't wear it braided any longer. Her back arched, her breasts jiggling.
Clint arrived a few minutes later, pulling off his t-shirt and showing off his muscled body. Melody threw her arms around his neck, giving him an enthusiastic kiss, his hands gripping her ass. I smiled at the display.
I wished Stefani was here, but Clint didn't want her throwing off the dynamic. Yet. She would get her chance to get back at her parents. She earned it.
Melody broke the kiss, panting. “Let's do this!”
Clint shoved down his pants and his hard cock popped, thrusting from him. The doorbell rang. I sauntered to the door, naked and unashamed. The carpet was soft and plush beneath my feet as I moved through the living room. The couch was scotchgarded and there was no end table to get in the way. I reached the door, checking through the peephole to see who it was.
Our guests.
I wrenched open the door and hissed, “Get your slutty, skank ass in here right now, cunt!”
Mrs. Armstrong shuddered then gasped as her husband smacked her rump. “You heard her, slave. Get in there.”
“Yes, dear,” Mrs. Armstrong said, her voice throaty. The closeted dyke was becoming a model sex slave for her husband.
“And strip that dress off,” he added, striding in. There was more of a spine to Mr. Armstrong. He was coming along, learning to dominate his wife. But was it enough? He still seemed... hesitant.
I shuddered as Mrs. Armstrong swept by, her auburn hair bouncing. She bit her lip, her green eyes shining. She pretended to be a perfect, Christian wife, but she had kinky desires. She tried to destroy the massage parlor I worked at because we provided extra delights for our all-female clientèle.
Delights the bitch claimed to hate but secretly craved.
“Has she had an orgasm all week?” Clint asked, his voice strong. Melody was pressed against him, her hand idly stroking his cock, her hazel eyes bright.
“No,” Mr. Armstrong said. “Right, slave?”
“Right, dear,” Mrs. Armstrong said, her hands already unbuttoning the frumpy dress she wore. “I'm so horny, dear. I want to cum and cum. May I cum?”
Clint gave a slight shake of his head.
“Not until I tell you,” Mr. Armstrong growled. He was a slender man, tall and with a weak face. He was weaselly.
“Yes, dear.”
Clint smiled as the MILF stripped off her dress. She revealed that she was naked beneath, her breasts round and plump, her nipples dark red, thrusting from wide areolas. Her tits jiggled as her hair swept off of her shoulders.
Melody broke from Clint and grabbed her bag. She pulled out a fleshy dildo attached to a harness and thrust it into my hands followed by a pair of anal beads. I smiled, recognizing the same pair that my mom used on Mrs. Armstrong in the hotel room.
“Bitch, put this on me,” I said thrusting my fleshy dildo at the MILF.
Mrs. Armstrong glanced at her husband. “May I, dear.”
“Yes.”
She darted forward towards me, her round breasts jiggled. She reached me, her green eyes glossy. She fell to her knees before me, taking it. I shuddered at my mastery over this bitch. I loved how eager she was to please me. I felt her eyes on my pussy.
“You want to eat me, don't you?” I growled. “You want to feast on my on my cunt!”
“I do,” she moaned. “I'm a wicked wife. My husband has to control me.”
I stepped into the harness. I shuddered as she pulled it up my thighs and drew it up my flesh. I groaned as she pressed the dildo into my clit, her hands tightening the harness. It was incredible to feel it rubbing on my sensitive bud. It sent this wid rush through me as she adjusted it, sending pleasure through me. My cunt clenched. My toes flexed and throbbed.
Then she ducked her head in and licked my pussy. My girlfriend's mother fluttered her tongue through my folds. She caressed me. Her tongue stroked me. My eyes squeezed shut as this bliss rippled through my body.
It felt incredible. She gave me this teasing delight. It was wonderful to feel.
“You naughty slut,” I groaned. “Just a pussy-loving dyke. Mr. Armstrong, your wife is a carpet-munching whore!”
“She is,” Mr. Armstrong said. “Enough of that, slave.”
“Yes, dear,” she moaned, pulling her mouth from me, her eyes glossy and her lips gleaming with my cream.
“You're here to be a faithful wife, not to indulge your depraved desire for pussy,” he growled.
I rolled my eyes. There was nothing wrong with it, but he was still mired in his own beliefs. However, it was clear he liked it. He was already hard, his little cock tenting his slacks.
“Have you been using her?” Clint asked.
“Using her?” Mr. Armstrong asked.
“Yes,” Melody asked as she pulled a naughty dildo out of her bag. It was green and segmented, almost looking like a caterpillar, with a hooked tail. It was designed to wiggle instead of buzz. “Has she been satiating your little dick?”
“She's given me blowjobs, and I've fucked her, but I'm not letting her cum,” Mr. Armstrong said. “We've been having a lot more sex.”
“Because you're being a man,” Clint said. “So let's see if she's learning. Your wife can't cum until you let her.” My brother smiled. “I'll let you know when that's time.”
“And we're going to do such naughty things to you,” Melody said, turning on her vibrator. It undulated, my pussy clenched.
“Suck on my dildo,” I hissed then I popped the anal beads into my mouth. I sucked on them, letting them slide through my lips.
The woman sucked on the tip of my dildo. She bobbed her head, whimpering. Her lips sealed around the toy's sculpted crown. She moaned, her mouth sliding up and down it, her green eyes glossy. As she worked her mouth up and down the dildo, its base rubbed into my clit.
It was an incredible treat to enjoy. My pussy clenched as the heat surged through my body. My hips wiggled from side to side as the massaging pressure on my clit made me groan. My back arched as this delight shot through me.<
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My half-sister grinned at me as she brought the dildo to Mrs. Armstrong's pussy. She thrust it into her cunt. The wiggling toy buried deep into the woman. She gasped. Her eyes widened as she felt it squirming in her pussy. I knew that toy.
The tip was twisting and turning inside of her, its blunted point massaging against her pussy's walls. The thick shaft torqued in her, caressing her, teasing her. Melody flashed me a wicked grin. She pumped her dildo in and out of the MILF's cunt, fucking her.
Mrs. Armstrong groaned around my dildo.
I popped the anal beads out of my mouth and grinned at her. “You like that, slut? You like sucking on my dick while getting fucked?”
She whimpered around it.
“I bet you just want to cum,” I purred. “Just show us that you're a selfish cunt. A bitch that just wants to satiate herself all the time.”
“Mmm, yes, yes, she just wants to cum. She's dripping wet.” Melody thrust the dildo deep into the woman. Mrs. Armstrong groaned again. Melody licked her lips. “She's going to cream. This dildo will drive her wild.”
“Show us that you're a filthy cunt!” I groaned, grabbing Mrs. Armstrong's fiery hair. I held tight and thrust my dildo into her mouth. I buried it into her. I fucked her hard. I pounded her mouth. My clit throbbed. “You're just a selfish whore!”
“Mmm, so selfish,” Melody moaned. “You just care about your own pleasures, slut.”
Melody grabbed the MILF's ass and squeezed. My sister's hazel eyes stared at me. They shone with delight as she thrust the dildo in and out of the MILF cunt. I shuddered as she slobbered on the fake cock while pleasure rippled through me.
Melody bit the MILF's ass. Not hard, but she left fading teeth marks. She shuddered, churning her up, driving the MILF wild. I could hear the bitch moan. She sucked hard on the dildo. I could tell that she wanted to cum.
And couldn't ask.
I grinned, thrusting the dildo hard into her mouth as Clint came up behind Melody. Our brother stroked his cock, a big grin on his face. He winked at me. He had such dark eyes. Handsome eyes. His muscles rippled as he fell to his knees behind our sister. He smacked Melody's rump with his big dick.
Then he slid the tip down.
“Clint!” Melody moaned as our brother fucked his cock into her cunt. She jammed the dildo deep into the MILF.
“Mmm, tease that bitch,” Clint growled, his hips drawing back and then slamming into my sister. He filled her with his cock. I heard the slap of flesh. “Make her want to cum. But if she does...”
“She's going to be punished,” growled Mr. Armstrong.
A panicked look crossed Mrs. Armstrong's face. She sucked harder. She moaned, drool running down her chin. She shuddered, her body trembling. I loved it. I gripped her hair, my tits heaving before me as I fucked the dildo in and out of her mouth. Every thrust pressed that dildo's base into my clit.
Clint grunted as he pounded Melody. My sister panted, twisting the vibrator in the MILF. It wiggled away in the bitch's twat. I drove my dildo deeper into the slut's mouth. I would bury it down her gullet. It would slam down her throat and fill her.
I groaned at the delight of using her. I pounded her. Fucked her. I buried the dildo down her throat. I loved the way she gurgled on it. She moaned, her words muffled by the toy. My pussy juices spilled down my thighs as my heat burned.
“Damn,” Melody moaned. “Ooh, Clint, yes, yes, drive me to my orgasm. I'm going to cum so hard!”
“I bet this bitch wants to cum hard!” Clint growled, his hands gripping our sister's tits. He squeezed them as he pounded her.
“Do you?” gasped Melody, pumping that vibrator in and out of the MILF's cunt.
I ripped my dildo out of the MILF's mouth. She gasped and shuddered, drool spilling over her lips. I smacked the fake cock into her face, not hard, just enough to splatter her with saliva. I hissed, “Huh? Do you want to cum.”
“Yes, yes!” the MILF gasped, rocking back into my sister's thrusting dildo. Her back arched. Her face twisted with rapture. “I want to. Oh, yes, I want to cum. May I, dear! May your nasty, filthy, cheating wife enjoy herself?”
Clint shook his head.
“No,” Mr. Armstrong said, his voice throaty.
“Will you disobey?” I demanded, smacking her forehead again. Then I slapped her cheek. “Huh?”
“I'll be good!” she moaned, her face twisting with pleasure. “But it's so hard. This dildo is driving me wild. It makes me want to explode. Oh, oh, yes. Dear! Dear! Please, I need to cum!”
“Not until I tell you!” Mr. Armstrong growled. “You swore to be faithful and obedient! You swore it in your vows to God! I'm going to make sure you keep them!”
“Yes, yes, yes, dear!” she howled, her body shaking.
“Oh, damn, I'm going to cum so hard!” Melody moaned. She rocked back into our brother's thrusts. “Oh, Clint, yes, yes! Fuck me! Pound me. Ooh, I want to explode on this dick. I can cum when I want!”
“Yes!” Clint growled and fucked her harder.
I smacked the bitch's cheek, the rubbery shaft rippling from the impact. She stared up at me, her eyes wide. “You don't deserve to ever cum again for being such a terrible mother!”
She shuddered.
“But I want to,” she moaned. “I know I was wicked. I am wicked. Just a dyke-slut. Let me cum, dear! Please, please! I need it!”
“No,” he growled. “You're so pathetic. I thought you were such a good and loving woman. But you want to eat Zoey's cunt, don't you?”
“I do!” Her nose twitched. “She smells so good. Tart and delicious.”
“Do it!” Clint growled. “Press that pussy into her mouth, Zoey.”
“Yes!” squealed Melody.
I shoved my cunt against Mrs. Armstrong's lips. The dildo thrust over her forehead, twitching and dripping with her saliva. I sucked on the anal beads again, tasting the plastic, as her tongue buried into my cunt. I groaned, trembling, the living room full of moans.
The vibrator buzzed away in her cunt, making her whimper into my pussy. She licked and fluttered her tongue through my twat, driving me towards my orgasm. Melody's face twisted in rapture. She rocked back into our brother's thrusts, savoring his cock.
The cock that had bred me.
I shuddered as Mrs. Armstrong licked her tongue through my aching pussy. It was such a treat to feel. She swirled her tongue around inside of me. She thrust it deep into my cunt. She feasted on me with such hunger, her eyes desperate.
“I'm going to cum!” I moaned. “I'm going to experience all that bliss you can't, bitch!”
“Yes!” Melody hissed. “Oh, damn, Clint! Fuck me harder!”
“My queen!” he growled and plowed into her with force.
He fucked her with all his passion. Their flesh slapped together. He made her gasp and moan out in delight. My sister's face twisted in passion. She wasn't fighting it. She surrendered to the incestuous bliss fluttering over her.
“Eat my pregnant cunt and make me cum!” I moaned. “Ooh, get that tongue deep into my cunt. Feast on me. You nasty whore. Ooh, yes, yes. I'm going to be such a better mother than you!”
I came.
My climax swept over me fast. Sudden. I was gasping, moaning. I gripped her hair with my free hand, the other clutching the anal beads. The pleasure surged over me. Wave after wave of rapture shot through my body.
“You're pregnant?” Melody gasped. “Our brother bred you?”
“Yes!” I moaned, my tits heaving as the rapture rushed through me. Mrs. Armstrong licked out my pussy cream. She feasted on me. It felt incredible to feel her tongue lapping at my folds. She ate me with such a desperate hunger as my orgasm burned through me. “You're going to be a father, Clint! Again!”
“Yes!” he growled and slammed hard into Melody.
“Clint!” gasped my half-sister. “Yes, yes, flood me! Fill me with your cum!”
I shuddered, the vibrator humming away. The air smelled of hot pussy. My tart musk mixed with sweet delig
ht. My nose breathed it in as my body bucked and writhed. My pregnant cunt spasmed, convulsing with joy as my lover's mother ate me out.
“Fuck!” Clint groaned. His face twisted with passion.
“Clint!” squealed Melody. “I love you! I love my king!”
“My wild queen!” groaned Clint. “Goddamn.”
I shuddered as my orgasm peaked. I released my grip on the MILF's hair. I stumbled back, panting, the dildo swaying before me. The MILF trembled. I could hear the vibrator wiggling around in her cunt, the other end thrusting out of her. Melody didn't hold it. She was shuddering in Clint's arm, her head twisted.
They kissed with passion. I smiled, watching their incestuous love as I came down from my orgasmic high. I wanted Clint to repel incest laws and make bigamy legal. I wanted him to marry Melody and Pam and even Alicia, our little sister who was also his little princess. She was the third closest to him.
Hell, I wanted him to marry our mother, our aunt, Lee, and even those two twins who lived up the street raising Clint's children with their hot, Japanese mother.
I wanted to marry him. With Stefani. We could all be his wives. It would be so hot.
“Damn,” I moaned, dizzy.
“I need to cum!” Mrs. Armstrong moaned. “The dildo... Dear, dear! The dildo is driving me wild. I don't want to be a selfish cunt any longer. I don't want to be a dyke-slut. I want to be your faithful and obedient wife. But... but...” Her face twisted with rapture. “Please.”
Clint's hand shot out and, while still kissing my sister, ripped the toy from the MILF's cunt. Mrs. Armstrong groaned and collapsed on the floor, the dildo buzzing beside her, wiggling and squirming, soaked in her juices.
I smiled at the sight. My body buzzed. I wanted more fun. I wanted to push this bitch to her limits. I wanted to have a wild time. An idea popped into my head.
“Bitch,” I hissed, sinking down onto my back. “Come ride my dildo reverse cowgirl style. I want to see that ass. I'm going to thrust these anal beads into your rectum and make you explode. I know how much you love that.”
Mrs. Armstrong whimpered.
