Wes has the gait of someone shitfaced by the time Alabaster sees her out. She wobbles with every step and seems slow to process the world around her. She wasn't prepared for the insanity she heard. Well, no one ever is. "We'll talk more tomorrow," Alabaster tells her. "Get some rest for now, okay?"
"Y-yeah..."
They hug at the threshold, and Alabaster shuts the door after her.
He rests his forehead against the jamb, closes his eyes, and presses his palms to the cold wood. "Fuck," he mutters.
He stays there like that for a few long minutes.
---
Amber intercepts him at the entrance to the kitchen as he passes back through the house, literally blocking his path. "You and Wes are finally on speaking terms, huh?"
Alabaster gawks at her.
"How'd she take the Sand Reckoner thing? Pretty good?"
"I'm going to bed."
"What? Why?" Amber cries. "I'm making cookies for you!" She jerks her head to beckon him into the kitchen with her and then hurries over to the stove. Turning her back on Alabaster confirms to him what he already figured by looking at her from the front. She doesn't have anything on but the apron.
Alabaster strides slowly in, despite his better angels, and watches her as she bends over. She opens the oven door and, using a dish towel to protect her hands, pulls the rack out to check the cookies. They smell both burnt and doughy. But of course the finished product isn't the point of her sudden turn towards the culinary arts. He still isn't sure whether to be more offended by her nudity or her rank failure as a baker, though.
As Amber feigns checking the cookies for doneness, she presses her thighs together, twisting her ankles so her big toes meet, and shakes her naked little butt back and forth. The pose lewdly exposes her puffy pussy at the perfect height to fuck her standing.
"They're peach cobbler flavor," Amber tells him. She shakes her ass a little more insistently. "You like peach, don't you, Daddy? You want a bite, don't you?"
She pushes the rack back in and closes the oven door. Standing and turning -- she discovers an empty kitchen behind her. She tosses the dish towel on the tile floor and kicks it, cursing under her breath.
---
Alabaster lets himself into Rose and Makoto's guest bedroom. In the couple hours since their arrival, Rose already has a furry pink throw rug out and pink bedclothes on the bed. Never did get over that shit, even at her age. At least her hair's a normal color now.
He's walked in on the two women in a moment of spousal intimacy. Rose is sitting propped against the headboard with Makoto's face in her pussy. They're both naked: Rose's pudgy, busty frame a stark contrast to Makoto's plank-flat smallness. But Makoto has some fat on her where it really counts. Propped on her stomach as she feasts on her wife's cunt, her tiny, round ass pokes invitingly up, just waiting for a cock to come and fuck it. The globes of her butt are perfectly soft and spongy-looking.
Such a squishy, petite little butt like that is just the thing Alabaster wants right now.
But Alabaster is silent, slow, and deliberate as he disrobes. All business. He takes time unbuttoning his shirt, folding it, laying it over the back of a nearby chair. Pulling his socks off one at a time by the toe seam, laying them out right-side-in. Unbuckling his belt and languidly stepping out of his slacks. Folding those, too. He's not in any rush. The show he's got is entertainment all its own. And anyway, this is more than fun, he has a job to do tonight.
"What is this oji-san doing in here?" Rose asks.
Makoto half-turns her face to watch Alabaster for a moment. Just one of her eyes and the left half of her nose are visible in the space between Rose's thigh and pussy. The rest of Makoto's face is still in Rose's meaty crotch. Alabaster meets her gaze anyway as he undoes his pants. She smiles and exhales through her nose as if to laugh. The burst of warm air against Rose's clit makes her yelp and tremble, so Makoto relieves the itch by flickering her tongue in and out of Rose's cunt.
Makoto watches Alabaster long enough to see him get down to only his boxer-briefs, but then resumes sucking Rose's candy-flavored pussy with her full attention. Rose pets her appreciatively.
"You've got such a big bulge in there, oji-san. Whatcha gonna do with that thing, huh?"
Alabaster takes two steps towards the pair, his eyes firmly locked on Rose's. His gaze is full of blank intensity. She smiles stupidly back at him. They linger a moment like that, the only movement in the bedroom Makoto's bobbing head. And then, still staring Rose down, he drops his underwear to the floor and steps out of them in a single swift motion. His fat cock springs free.
"Ally--" Rose begins, but he's already swooping onto the bed. He unceremoniously gets on top of Makoto and mounts her.
"You're on fertility pills?" He asks, the first thing he's said since entering the room.
Makoto looks up at him. "Yes."
"Good." He pushes her face back into his sister's crotch. And then he jams his cock to the hilt in Makoto's pussy.
"Ally..." Rose moans. "You... you'll do me too, right?"
"Wait your turn," he snarls.
Rose feels chastened by such a harsh response, and can only nod.
Makoto makes squealing noises into Rose's pussy. The strapons she uses with Rose aren't as big as Alabaster, nor is she used to being fucked so roughly -- Rose is too much of a sweetheart to really rough her up. It's good. "I... missed this..." she sighs.
Alabaster half-blindly gropes until he finds one of Makoto's wrists, and pins it against the mattress. Locking his elbow, he props his weight on it to hold Makoto fast. With his free hand, he digs his fingers through Makoto's hair, gripping it by the roots, and presses firmly down on her skull. His wrist and upper forearm exert remorseless pressure, mashing Makoto's mouth even harder against Rose's sticky cunny -- practically suffocating her with it. His belly forms an acute angle with her back as he establishes a long, slow rut inside her raw pussy. His strokes are deep and powerful. He maintains his tempo with relentless determination. His upper half stays stock-still while his lower half undulates like a sine wave, and he fucks Makoto's deepest parts for all they're worth. Right now, Makoto is simply a hole to satisfy his cock in. And he's fucking making sure she knows it.
"Darling, you're gonna get pregnant," Rose coos. Makoto's tongue swabs insistently around inside her pussy and makes her squirm with the fidgety sensitivity of a kid getting tickled. She pets Makoto like a kitten for her trouble.
Alabaster lies forward, drawing himself flat on top of Makoto, belly to back. But he keeps her wrist and skull pinned exactly as before. This new position allows him to press down even harder on her, in fact. He nuzzles her with vicious tenderness, cheek cheek, so he can whisper obscenities into her eardrum: "That's right. I'm going to drop a baby in you. Is that what you want?"
Makoto can't speak, and can barely nod. But Alabaster sees her head bobbing in assent. He smiles evilly.
"You can kiss your career goodbye, you know? Bad enough you married a gaijin girl. How will your costars look at you when your belly starts to swell and they find out you let a white man knock you up?" Makoto trembles underneath him. Her pussy tightens up around his thrusting cock, milking him. He closes his eyes and moans deeply from the back of his throat. Gulping, he regains himself and continues: "They'll call you a slut... worthless nasty fucking whore... but you don't care, do you? You don't care what happens as long as I blow my load inside you."
Makoto shakes her head as best she can. Rose tweaks her own inverted nipples and strokes her clitty as she watches her big brother raping her wife. Her pussy drools freely on Makoto's face, half drowning her. "You're being so mean..." she sighs adoringly.
"Quit your job," Alabaster sneers in Makoto's ear. "Do you hear me, cunt? You'll live here from now on. You'll be our breeding bitch. I'll keep you pregnant 24/7 and churning out half-breeds for the rest of your life."
He lets go of her wrist to wrap the crook of his arm around the hollow of her neck. Yanking her head back by the hair, halfway choking her, he looks down at her slime-covered, fucked-stupid face. Reflexively, weakly, her limbs flail, and she swats at him. But her blows are forceless and can't possibly stop his hammering cock. Her tongue lolls out. Her eyes go half-lidded. Airway badly constricted, she croaks: "YES! I'M A SOW! I'M YOUR BREEDING SOW!"
Alabaster buries his nose in her crown, chokes her harder, and spurts her full of semen. It's a glorious, full-body orgasm that makes his legs shake. As his cockhead expands and deposits its genes in Makoto's womb, her jaw unhinges in a silent scream, her wet tongue connected to the roof of her mouth by a hundred little strands of spittle. She's choked too hard to make a sound, but her cramping pussy is enough to let Alabaster know that she's cumming from the pleasure of being bred. And Rose, seeing it all, strokes her pussy to orgasm too, squirting fragrant pussy juice all over her wife's already defiled face.
When he pulls his prick out, Alabaster brusquely instructs Makoto to turn over. "Get on your back. Put a pillow underneath your butt." He points. "Do it now."
Makoto does as ordered, and with her cunt pointed at the ceiling, she has a nice view of her own pearly, jizz-stained hole. Rose, sitting over her, reaches down and holds her hand, their fingers intertwining. They squeeze each other. Makoto smiles at her. "This gravity method is unnecessary. He already made me pregnant. I can feel it..."
"Gotta make sure it takes, right?" Rose says.
Makoto nods. She looks over at Alabaster. "Your sperm is finding my egg as we speak."
"What do you say?" Alabaster demands.
"Thank you for impregnating me," Makoto says. "...Sir."
She and Rose gaze deep into each other's eyes, full of love and joy for each other, for the moment, for the conception of a new life. So Rose isn't paying attention to Alabaster and isn't ready for it when he grabs one of her ankles. "A--!" She squeaks as Alabaster roughly hauls her forward across the comforter, getting her flat on her back beside her wife.
"Legs up," Alabaster says.
Rose spreads her legs wide and lifts her calves in the air, holding herself under her knees to support them. But Alabaster isn't quite pleased with that position, so he presses down on the pliable expanse of her milky thighs to bend her even more severely over herself.
And this is the scene that Amber finds when she creaks the door open to peep on her Daddy.
He's got one knee propped on the bed and one foot on the carpet as he brutally mating-presses his own sister. His cock plows in and out of the coral pink sheath of Aunt Rosie's cunt, stretching it so taut that her taint blanches and her pale pink asshole shudders. Beside her on the bed, Amber sees that Aunt Makoto already got filled. Makoto lies there holding her ankles, her hairy cunt pointing straight up. This pose is meant to keep the swimmers in the pool, but Daddy came like a fucking firehose inside her and there's more than a little overflow. The sloppy white jism leaks down from her plugged-up cunt, past her spread-open ass, and pools in a thick puddle on the pillow underneath her. She's dazed, sweaty, and smiling with an open mouth.
Amber, still clad in only an apron, squats on the floor and gently fingers her asshole as she watches. Her pointy jaw hangs open and her teeth chatter. She's proud of herself. For Daddy to get worked up this much... she knows that she's the reason for it. Her seductions set him on a breeding rampage...
"Put a baby in me, big brother -- put a baby in me, big brother," Rosie chants. But her ecstatic pleas dissolve into an animalistic "nnnnnnnnggggg..." as he hammers her cunt out.
Amber plays with her clit too while she plunges her fingers in and out of her butt. Her squatting position makes it easy for her to wag her hips and fuck her fingers in an erratic rhythm. She starts to drool. She notices and doesn't care.
Makoto links hands with Rosie just as Daddy's balls tighten. They stare into each other's eyes. "We'll have twins," Rosie sighs.
Amber cums at the same time Daddy does: she orgasms while watching him fertilize his sister. The plug of cum that Daddy leaves in Rosie's upturned pussy looks almost as thick as melted candlewax and glops back out of her despite their best attempts to keep it all inside. Amber swallows hard and cums all over her fingers and imagines what it must feel like to have that slimy, burningly hot load of Daddy dick-leak swimming around inside her uterus. She would feel so full...
Makoto notices her squatting in the hall and catches her eye. Rather than blow her cover, she only smiles Amber's way. What a cool aunt. Amber smiles back and waves with the hand she just used to stroke herself to climax. Daddy still has his cock deeply embedded in Rosie as he grunts and slowly thrusts up and down to draw the last of his ejaculate out. The almost perfectly vertical orientation of their genitals calls to Amber's mind the image of a butter churn. Their union makes a sloppy noise as he stirs up the cum in Rosie's pussy. Rosie sighs and mewls at him, and keeps her ass spread wide with all ten fingers.
At last Daddy pulls out, stumbling backwards a bit and leaving a little stream of jizz across the sheets. Rosie puts a pillow under her butt the same way Makoto did. "I think it took!" Rosie says.
Daddy crawls over her on all fours and wordlessly leans his face in to suck on her tongue. They kiss for a long time, big brother and little sister as passionate for each other as they were when they were teens. Rosie writhes beneath him and strokes his chest. But eventually he breaks the embrace and moves on to kiss with Makoto, too -- lest she get jealous.
"Oji-san filled us up so nice!" Rosie squeaks. She watches him kissing Makoto for a turn. But then, an idea popping into her otherwise empty head, she says: "Oi, oji-san, you want me to clean your cock off for you?"
He doesn't say a word but just swings his legs over Rosie's face, and lets her suckle on his still-erect cock while he shoves his tongue as far back into Makoto's throat as it can go.
---
Alabaster is the last to rise that morning. Rose and Whitney are already in the shower fooling around. Alabaster has no idea this is the case, though, when he groggily awakens to a pair of hands stroking him through the crotch of his pajama bottoms. He smacks his lips, shaking his head to and fro on the pillow. The dainty size and contours of these hands feel somehow strange to him in a way he can't place, but he guesses they must belong to the smaller of his two wives:
"God, Whitney, what is it, 6 AM? Let me wake up a l--"
At last, Alabaster's vision focuses itself. What he gets is a faceful of ass. Not Whitney's. Amber is straddling him, her knees on either side of his ears, her naked ass just inches from his face. He can clearly see every little detail of both her holes, the pussy puffed-up and dripping, the asshole pale pink and twitching. Her womb tattoo is shiny in the morning sunlight.
Amber has her fingers wrapped around the tent that his morning wood makes in his PJs. She nuzzles it with the side of her face. "You smell so gooood..." she whispers. "Do I smell good too, Daddy?"
She does.
Alabaster desperately looks towards the en suite bathroom. The door is shut and he can hear the sound of running water, and distantly, his wives' voices.
"Amber..." he hisses. "What are you--"
"Lick me, Daddy. Please. I want it real bad."
She lets her weight fall forward so that her face is nestled in his crotch. Reaching back with both hands, she spreads herself, letting her pussy and asshole gape for her Daddy's pleasure. She squeezes her own flesh, digging her fingers into the globes of her butt, and flexes her insides to show him how nicely either of her holes could milk his cock. Meanwhile she rubs her cheek against his hard-on and inhales his manly scent as deep as she can, frying her brain.
And just as she's about to wrap her lips around his cockhead -- he kicks himself free and springs to his feet.
"Get dressed," he shouts.
"But... Daddy--"
"Get. Dressed." He points at the bedroom door. "Right now."
Amber rises to her knees. She juts her crotch and belly forward, lewdly fingers herself. She does her best impression of an eight year old: "But I'm all sticky and tingly. Won't you help me?"
Alabaster leaves the room.
Amber stops fingering herself. She falls to her butt on the mattress. Her voice lowers to its normal pitch. "Fucking motherfucker," she snarls.
---
Monday evening, Rose sits in a plush leather chair in the family den with Vivian's head between her thick thighs. She writhes in pleasure as Vivian services her sopping holes. "God, you're the best little cunt licker I know..." Rose breathes, her glasses fogging up. She whips her blonde hair back.
"I know one who's better," Vivian says, laughing lowly. She blows a puff of cool air on Rose's throbbing clit, making Rose go rigid. Then she looks her in the eye.
"Who?" Rose asks, although she thinks she knows the answer.
"I have lost count the number of wet orgasms I have enjoyed over your daughter's face."
"Vivi--"
"Don't. Don't tell me that you aren't curious. Don't waste your breath denying it, when I could see your pussy twinging at the thought." She slowly rises, leans in, and mauls Rose's neck with kisses. She slips three slender fingers into Rose's oversexed fuckhole. "She would do it for you, you know. She wants to. She wants to put her eager little mouth to work and lick your pussy... she wants her mother to cum all over her face..." Vivian kisses the other side of Rose's neck now and runs a hand through Rose's silky hair. She takes care to enunciate every syllable of what she says, and puts it as crassly as possible. "She wants to take her father's cock inside of her. She wants him to drain his testicles in her cunt. She wants to get raped."
When Vivian pulls back, still fingering Rose with increasing intensity, Rose's eyes are gleaming with lust and her expression is one of a woman weakened by base temptation.
"The use of Amber's pussy is Alabaster's by right," Vivian says. "She is his daughter, after all. Her cunt is his plaything. Amber knows it -- she's a smart girl. She sees reason. But Alabaster is sadly too prudish."
"Yes..." Rose agrees, gulping.
"You can fix this problem."
"How?"
"Help Alabaster take what's his."
---
When he comes home from work later that night, he's arguing with Noelle over the phone. "No, listen, you need to run interference on this." He pins the phone to his shoulder using his cheek so his hands are free to put his satchel on the dining room counter. "Because Abrams is threatening to send agents to Darkbloom Enterprises." He roots through the satchel for his laptop and sets it on the charging dock. He takes the phone in hand again. "I don't know! I have no idea what kind of shitty illegal insider trading embezzlement bullshit David might be into. Or Vivian. Or Steven. Or anyone else. I just don't need the headache of FBI investigations right now. Of all times. ... Oh! Don't you give me that ethics bullshit. You just don't want to rock the boat!" He heads upstairs, one hand holding the banister. "YOU have too many headaches? That's hilarious. ... Uh huh? Well, whose fault is it that you let her live with y-- she's what? With our daughter? ... On her FACE-- inside her MOUTH? In the living r-- Jesus fuc--" He ends the call before Noelle has a chance to divulge even worse details. He pockets his phone, muttering to himself, "fucking degenerate psychopaths..."
Then he pushes open the door to his bedroom and sees something that shocks him so much it nearly makes him faint.
Rose is sitting at the edge of their marital bed with their daughter in her lap. Both are naked except for socks: Rose in her usual black knee-length stockings, Amber in her white ankle-highs. They're kissing, tongues washing wetly over one another's -- and Rose has two fingers in Amber's asshole.
With either leg draped over her mother's knees, Amber's pussy is freely visible and drooling.
When Rose notices Alabaster enter, she smiles his way. "She takes after her mother. She has a thing for anal masturbation." She uses her pinky and index finger to keep Amber's ass spread, and fucks her deep with her middle and ring finger. Wedding band and all.
"Mommy's been fucking my ass all night," Amber tells him.
When Alabaster finds the power to speak at all, his voice is literally shaking. "What are you doing?"
"Getting her ready for you," Rose says.
He points, at nothing. "We talked about this. Rose. We agreed we wouldn't do this."
"She wants it, dear," Rose tells him. "We didn't go after her. We didn't groom her. Now she's all grown up, and she wants her Daddy to fuck her." She cocks her head. "She's been throwing herself at you for long enough, don't you think? You don't want to hurt her feelings... do you?"
Alabaster draws a sharp breath.
"I saved my pussy, just for you, Daddy," Amber says. "Please don't make me wait anymore."
He approaches. Helpfully, Rose takes her fingers out of Amber's ass and holds Amber's thighs to keep them spread apart.
"Will you kiss me when you fuck me, Daddy?"
Alabaster looks her over from head to toe. His unsteady breathing slowly comes back to normal. His voice goes low and steady. "You fucking little slut," he spits.
Amber chews her lower lip and grins playfully.
"Goddamn it. You've been shaking your ass at me for years now... spying on me when I have sex -- that's right. Don't think I don't know about that." Amber's face slackens in genuine surprise. She had no clue. "Parading yourself around the house in next to nothing like some little prostitute... groping me... trying to seduce me! You're just begging to get raped."
Still chewing her lip, Amber nods slowly at these accusations. "Uh huh..."
He squeezes her cheeks together and looms tall over her. "But you didn't save your pussy for me, did you. You've been having sex with those little boys I let live here."
"No!" Amber says. She's frantic. "They... they don't get my pussy, Daddy... only you... I swear!"
"Uh huh. And what about Amelia?"
Amber looks away, shamefaced.
"That's what I thought."
Amber's wild eyes meet his gaze. "You made me wait too long! You could have had this pussy whenever you wanted, but you're too STUPID and too big of a JERK--" She gets ahold of herself before flying off the handle. Adopting a different tack, she sensually runs a hand along the inseam of his pants. "But you still can... yours is bigger anyway, isn't it? Put it in me. Make my pussy forget all about Mel's dick... wash her out of me with your cum, Daddy..."
Alabaster glowers. And underneath the bravado, he finds himself still indecisive.
"Don't be mad at her," Rose says. "Or at least... if you have to take it out on her... use your cock to do it."
Mother and daughter paw at Alabaster's pants, awkwardly trying to undo his buckle and unzip his zipper. Alabaster sways a bit under their efforts. And then he relents. He helps them get his pants down.
"Is she on any kind of birth control?" Alabaster asks.
Rose shakes her head.
"Why would I expect any different," Alabaster deadpans. He looks down at his little girl while she stares shamelessly at his bulging underwear. "I think I've got some condoms in my drawer."
Amber's eyes shoot up. "What? No!"
Alabaster sucks his teeth. "If I do that -- you could get pregnant. I really don't want to explain that to the registrar at PAP."
Amber chews her thumbnail and juts her hips forward, presenting her defenseless pussy. "I already know I could get pregnant. Today's my most dangerous day." Alabaster sighs at her. She smiles. "Come onnnn. You fucked Aunt Rosie pregnant last night. And Aunt Makoto. Don't you want to get your little girl pregnant, too?"
She runs a socked foot up his leg and uses her surprisingly flexible toes to prod his erection.
"I'm gonna pull out," Alabaster says. "And that's final."
"Feel better if you let it all out inside me," Amber says, giving his dick a squeeze with her toes.
Alabaster bats her foot away. He pulls down his underwear. For the first time ever, Amber is face to face with her father's horsecock. As much spying as she's done from a distance, she couldn't be prepared for how veiny, red, and angry is is from up close. Nor did she expect the sheer volume of precum that's pooled in the foreskin. Or the heady aroma of it. She really made Daddy horny this time.
Together with his wife, Alabaster keeps Amber's legs pried open. Amber balls her fists up and holds them to her chest, staring down, waiting to get penetrated. She startles at her father's voice: "pull the foreskin back."
Hand shaking like a leaf, she lightly grips his penis and pulls on the loose skin around the tip. The shiny head fully reveals itself, so red it's nearly purple, pearls of transluscent prefuck running from the piss slit and over the shaft.
"Is this what you want, Amber?" He asks, as tender as if he were tucking her in for the night.
She licks her lips.
Rose rests her chin on Amber's shoulder. "Your father asked you a question."
"Y... Yes," she says, shivering.
"You need to understand," Alabaster tells her. "You're small down there. I'm not. It might not feel as good as you think it will. You might not like it. And I'm your father. The second we do this -- the second I put my penis inside you -- that changes. It can't be undone. There isn't any going back if we do this. Do you understand that? Is that really what you want?"
Amber answers by putting her nostrils directly over Alabaster's piss slit and smelling his precum while she plants a series of gentle kisses on his frenulum.
"Lean back a little with her," Alabaster instructs Rose, fully committed to doing this. She does. A thick bead of Alabaster's precum stretches itself taut between the tip of Amber's nose and the tip of his cock before finally snapping.
Alabaster takes Amber's face in hand -- he can practically encompass the entire thing with a single palm -- and kisses her the way she asked to be kissed. Amber opens her mouth to let him do it. Their tongues meet, his large and insistently powerful, hers tiny and yielding. Alabaster tastes something tart inside her mouth, nutty -- familiar. He pulls back with an inquisitive look.
"I've been teaching her how to kiss," Rose says. "I wanted her completely ready for you."
"That's not your mouth," Alabaster says.
Amber giggles. "Mommy had me making out with her asshole."
Rose strokes Alabaster's chest. "It's as good a practice for her as teaching her with my mouth would be, right? All the same principles apply... and like I said... we do both love anal play."
"Nasty bitch," Alabaster says.
"Hmm. But it made your cock a little harder, didn't it."
"Daddy..." Amber whines. "Please..."
"Line me up with your cunt," he says through heavy panting. He stands in place and lets Amber wrap both hands around his member. All eyes are peeled on this obscenity: Alabaster's rampant dick, his daughter's fingers clutching it from either side to guide it towards her bare, bald cunny. While both her parents hold her legs apart.
And at last, the moment has arrived. The moment Amber has longed for since she even knew what sex was. Alabaster's cock is at the entrance to her waiting cunt. Just one little thrust of his hips, and--
Amber bites her lip, throws back her head, and lets out a long "ffffffffff..." of pleasure. She knew her Daddy's cock would spread her open real good, but even she didn't think it would be this good. The raw, intense heat of it, the way the ridged head pushes her walls apart, the way it throbs so sweetly against her G-spot... and knowing that this is her own father's cock inside of her, plumbing her depths. Committing maybe the worst sexual sin a man can commit. It's bliss.
"God, she's hot," Alabaster grunts.
Rose laughs. "I've been keeping my hands off her pussy all night. Wouldn't let her touch it for herself, either. We've just been working her asshole. So she's all heated up and horny for it. Does it feel good?"
"It feels fucking great," he says. "God... it's so slippery, too."
Rose presses down on Amber's mound from the outside and traces her fingers around Alabaster's thrusting dick. "She shaved herself completely smooth for you. She really wanted to make your cock feel good..." She peers at Amber. "And you want to make Mommy's pussy feel just as good, too, don't you?"
Amber nods emphatically, unable to speak with this massive tool invading her. Rose hugs her around her tiny tummy and starts to make out with her again. Alabaster, forced to bend at the knees a little so he can reach Amber's pussy, starts to pound her even harder -- driven on by this lewd sight, and the knowledge that Rose is tasting her own asshole on their daughter's tongue.
This standing, bow-legged position is awkward for him, though. So he pushes the mother-daughter pair onto their backs on the bed and climbs atop. Amber now is pinned between her parents. She has difficulty breathing with such constriction and the doglike eagerness of Alabaster's mating. She winces her eyes shut and holds onto her Daddy's neck and just enjoys the ride for all she's worth.
Rose grins at him and asks, "isn't it nice to stop worrying?" Alabaster replies to this with an uncomprehending stare, so Rose continues. "Taking what you've wanted for so long. Giving in. Isn't it nice?"
"Yes," Alabaster admits.
"Daddy..." Amber whines, body wracked by a series of rapid-fire miniature orgasms. "Y-your cock is... your cock is... oh fuck, Daddy..."
"I want to cum on your face," Alabaster says. "Your little freckled face--"
Amber shakes her head. "No. No. Do it inside me."
Alabaster groans in frustration and indecision. "Baby, I can't."
"Yes you can. Yes you can!" Amber says, gritting her teeth. "You can cum inside me as much as you want! Fucking do it already!"
Alabaster enjoys the silky interior of her cunt for a few more moments, but as his balls start to churn and he feels that delicious tickle in his belly that signals the point of no return, he tries to pull out. Amber tightens her hold around his neck, wraps her socked ankles around his waist -- tries to pin him. But of course she's weaker than he is. So as he's about to break the leglock, Rose helps Amber stop him. She snakes her legs around his thighs and butt, like vines, squeezing hard, and tightly grips his skull from behind using both her hands. With mother and daughter both conspiring to keep his cock embedded inside Amber, plus his natural drive to breed goading him along, he stops trying for coitus interruptus, and gives himself over to the pleasure of cumming inside.
"We can't... do this..." he pleads, even though he knows he's about to.
"Yes we can," Rose says.
"What if she actually gets pregnant?" Alabaster asks in desperation.
"Then... hmm. How would Whitney put it..." Rose presses her cheek to Alabaster's ear. "We'll let the fucker gestate."
Alabaster buries his dick to the hilt inside Amber's womb and unleashes gout after gout of semen into her. Rose smiles, easily able to tell from his facial expression what's going on, and reaches back to massage his balls for him. "There we go. That's what you wanted too, isn't it. Let it all out..."
Amber cranes her head back to look up at her. Her small voice lilts with exhiliation. "He's doing it... fuck, Mommy, he's really cumming in me..."
The two girls buck and writhe beneath him and rub his backside with their feet to soothe his worries and encourage him to fully empty himself. Alabaster's vision fills with pops and spots, and sometime during the intensity of his climax, he glances down to realize that Rose has directed Amber to suck one of her nipples.
He toddles backwards off the bed and gazes mutely at what he's done: his daughter lying on his wife, fresh cum leaking out of her battered twat, the pair sweaty and panting like bitches, Amber nursing on Rose like she did as a baby.
"Thank you, Daddy... thank you so much..." Amber runs a palm across her taut belly, over her tattoo, and tests a finger in the sloppy mess her Daddy left inside her. "It's really warm."
Alabaster says nothing.
"Are you all right?" Rose asks him, concerned.
Alabaster takes a long moment to consider the question.
"She needs more practice kissing," he finally says.
A slow smirk spreads across Rose's lips. "I agree. I completely agree."
Alabaster roughly grabs Amber's wrists and pins them together, using them to spin her around. He gets her on her knees in a doggy-style position, keeping hold of her arms so she has no freedom of movement, and fucks her cum-splattered pussy from behind. Rose scooches herself backwards and spreads her fat, sweaty ass open. Alabaster presses Amber's face into it without a second's hesitation. They're all-in now, and ready to use their girl as a living sex toy.
Rose slips a vibrating egg from the bedside into her overheated pussy and lazily toys with her clit while Amber eats her ass.
"Get your tongue a little deeper, honey," she says. She and Alabaster maintain unbroken eye contact while he thrusts inside Amber and Amber eats her ass. "Trace the alphabet with it. Rub the inside walls. Don't make your tongue too rigid -- let it flop around a little. There you go... there you go, like that... when I cum on you, don't stop." She starts to fuck her ass on Amber's tongue. Her voice gets a little more harried. "Pucker your lips once in a while. Rub them against the lips of my asshole -- really kiss it like it's a mouth. Make it wet. Suck a little bit, too. Ooooh... that's it..."
Amber makes cute little "uff" and "mmf" struggle-sounds. Her Daddy's relentless fucking serves to force her face even deeper into the folds of her Mommy's ass. She can't breathe and she's close to unconsciousness. And she's so proud of herself, getting them both off at the same time. She's even happier that the fun is only beginning.
This time, when her Daddy cums, he doesn't even mention the possibility of pulling out. Because of course it's all going to go inside. He just starts to pound her harder as the orgasm approaches and then drops a load in her, no warning or anything. Amber has graduated from daughter to sperm bank, like she always wanted.