You lie with Rose in bed together, on your sides, facing each other. The nights when you fuck other girls are numerous nowadays, but you still usually wind up in your bed with Rose at the end of the night. It shook out like this in the Nail House too, of course. Although in 422 there's an even better reason for it. You never know when one of those nightmares will strike. They're starting to taper off... but only just.
This isn't the time for such a morbid train of thought. You haven't seen Rose since the afternoon, and so as you sweetly kiss, you break the good news. "I saw Samantha today."
Rose's eyes light up in joy. "No! You saw Sam again? Really?"
You nod.
"Oh my goodness." Rose's voice is fluttering with happiness. "I thought for sure we would never find her..."
"Blessed be the Optimizing Parameter, I guess," you say wryly. "Hallowed be her name."
Rose isn't in the mood for jokes. She wants details, quick. "How did you find her? How is she?"
"She's doing really well," you say. "She's working at a bike shop not too far away. It suits her. I didn't expect to see her when I went there... but... there she was."
"Why were you at a bike shop?" Rose asks, confused.
"Long story."
She moves on. There's a lot of long stories in this carefree day and age. "Did you have sex with her?"
"I saw Samantha Smatters for the first time in trillions of years. You do the math, math genius."
She tuts at you. "Prick. You should have called me or something."
"Calm your tits. Fuck. We'll get another crack at her. It's not like she disappeared. And it's not like it's particularly hard to get her to spread her legs, in case you forgot." You turn through a full 180, and reach down over the side of the bed for your backpack. From inside you produce a little something special. "Here. I brought back a souvenir to whet your appetite until we can go back to the shop together."
Rose grabs the G-string from you, pulling it towards herself like a child handed their favorite toy. She presses it to her face and joyfully inhales Samantha's unique scent. You can hear the rush of air past the silky underwear and straight into her lungs.
This isn't her typical brand of fetishism, but when it comes to Samantha, Rose makes an exception... well, pretty much everyone does. The familiar smell of Samantha's pussy is both fruity and musky, sweet and sexy, clean and dirty. It's an intoxicating blend that overwhelms the brain with all its complex notes and undertones. As Rose presses the crotch of the undergarment against her nose, her eyes roll to the back of her skull and she seems to be practically cumming just from that.Still, you can't resist the opportunity to rib her. "You're a real pervert. You know that?"
Rose nods, blushing, and closes her eyes as she huffs and huffs.
"You gonna hog that thing all night?" You ask her.
Eyes still closed, she nods again.
"Selfish slut," you say with a smile.
Through the garment, Rose replies: "You had Sam's actual pussy all to yourself, and didn't even tell me. Don't give me that. Let me have this..."
"I didn't have it all to myself," you grouse. "Alex, Anna, and Sable were all there too. We passed her around."
"Not my problem," is Rose's muffled reply between deep inhales.
"Well, what are you gonna do for me?" You ask.
She starts to knead your manhood with her knee, as she suckles on Samantha's g-string.
"That's a start," you allow, shifting to allow her better access. "But that's not good enough."
Rose sighs in frustration. "You're so demanding. Can't ever let a girl have the fun, huh?"
"I believe in equality, that's all..."
You feel the blankets shift around and hear the smooth noise of Rose's legs moving one over the other, as she gets one foot's toes in the elastic band of her other leg's kneesock. She takes the sock off like that, reaches down under the covers, and pulls it up. "Here," she says.
You snatch it from her. Unfortunately, over the years, the scent of Rose's used socks have gone from being a torture for you to being a perverted pleasure of yours... is this what Stockholm syndrome feels like?
She has your number, anyway. You hate and love her for it. What can you say about this dirty thrill? This girl who has become your wife gets off on taunting you with it: the tart, sweaty, slightly nutty aroma of her socks after a long day spent confined inside her flats. As you press the sole of this strangely alluring, slightly damp thing to your nostrils, your cock get a little harder. And Rose laughs lowly at you, feeling it twitch against her leg. "Who's the pervert?" She asks.
"We both are," you say. It's true. Who else other than a pair of perverts would lie in bed together sniffing underwear? Oh well. You roughly grab her and twist her to her other side.
"Alabaster--!" she grunts, still holding Samantha's underwear to her face.
"Shut up," you tell her, still holding hers to yours.
You enter her. You and Rose fuck like animals, just like that.
Afterwards, lying spent in each other's arms, trading the G-string and the sock between yourselves (Rose is nothing if not vain) -- kissing one another from between them, even -- you mention an idea of yours:
"We've got all the ingredients, you know. Whatever strange pheromone cocktail Samantha has... my Mom's cooking... and whatever the hell it is Vivian likes to drug us with... if any of those work on their own, then..."
"That's dangerous, isn't it?" Rose says, gulping.
"Danger is fun," you say, as your tongues swirl around one another's past cotton soaked variously with sweat and cream.
---
At school, you and Rose find Vivian in the library reading Marx. It's an interesting discovery.
"Know thy enemy," is Vivian's explanation when you ask her about it.
While it's true that politics makes strange bedfellows, maybe one day in the future Vivian will find that bedfellows make strange politics, too.
"I have a question for you," you tell her, settling in across from her at the long study table.
"Out with it, then," Vivian says. "I am deep in contemplation, and would like to return to my research."
"Uh huh. What do you drug me with when you want to get me in the mood?"
Vivian at last puts her book down, and perches her cheek on her fist. "I've no idea what you're talking about. I think you're delusional."
"A spectre is haunting our love life," you tell her. "The spectre of aphrodisiacs."
"Very droll. Consider a career in standup."
"We're asking for a good cause," Rose tells her, standing at your shoulder.
"We want to conduct a... scientific experiment, on my family," you explain.
Vivian smiles with one side of her mouth. "I see. You want to drug your mother and your sisters, then have your rapacious way with them."
"Me too," Rose says.
Vivian nods at her.
"So what do you use?" You ask.
"To reveal that would be to ruin the magic, would it not?" Vivian asks.
"Look -- I can ask you nicely, or I can beat it out of you," you say.
"You are a terrible negotiator, Alabaster. You have just weakened your position by making an even better counteroffer on my behalf."
Rose grins sadistically. "We'll beat you in appreciation, then."
"I expect you to. But I must demand something more than that."
You wait for her to say.
"If I tell you the secrets of how I ply my trade... and provide you with a source for my ingredients... you will promise to use it on me."
"...Promise to use it on you?" You say.
"Mm. You must deploy it against me, without my foreknowledge. Then, at the moment when I am at my weakest and most desperate, take sexual advantage of me. These are my conditions. Do you accede?"
"I accede," you say solemnly.
She nods. "Wonderful. The concoction I use on you is a roughly one-to-one-to-one mixture of heroin, cocaine, and MDMA -- aka ecstasy -- cut with microdoses of PCP, LSD, and methamphetamine."
You feel a sick revulsion in your chest. You push your chair back from the table, jumping to your feet, as if blown back by an invisible force. "Oh my -- oh my god--"
Rose meanwhile has her hands tented across her nose like a person frozen in the moment of sneezing. Her eyes, from either side of her knuckles, are saucers, and she's gone completely pale. "You used -- that on us--? Without our consent--?"
"Consent?" Vivian says, cocking her head. "How quaint."
Revulsion turns to rage. This horrific breach of trust is something you'd never expected. "How could you... how could you do something like that to us! What the fuck, Vivian?!"
"It's not as awful as you make it seem," Vivian says. "The mixture I use carries a quite small risk of fatal overdose... less than 1 in 100, perhaps, if administered with care."
You want to beat her. For real. Rose seems right there with you. And it's made all the worse when Vivian begins to laugh at your sense of betrayal.
"Ufufuf--"
"Fuck you, you horrible... horrible... raper!" you scream. "You raper! You drug dealing raper!"
"Go to hell!" Rose adds. "How on Earth could you do that?"
She wipes mirthful tears from her eyes. "Please... please, sit. I am only joking."
"...Joking?" you sputter, mid-rant, caught off-guard for the second time in as many minutes.
"Yes. I wanted to see your reaction. Of course I would never dream of trafficking in such highly illegal narcotics. To say nothing of the risks and immorality. Pervert I may be, but entirely mad I am not. Sit. You are both making a scene."
Temples throbbing, you grope your way to your seat and practically fall to your butt. "Holy shit," you whisper, as your heart slowly returns to its normal pace.
Rose sits beside you, with equal difficulty, wiping the cold sweat from her brow. "Don't fuck with us like that," she says.
Vivian giggles. "What I really use is a serum of Spanish fly, ground rhinoceros horn -- ethically obtained, never you worry -- bull's testicles -- aka Rocky Mountain oysters -- ambergris, yohimbine, rabbit pheromones--"
"Doubling up a little, then," Rose mutters.
"Hmm?"
"Nothing."
"--and sildenafil. All of which is legal, nonaddictive, impossible to overdose on, and quite horny-making."
"Horny-making," you repeat flatly.
"Yes. Horny-making." She reaches past the collar of her dress, and produces the pendant of her necklace -- which isn't a pendant at all, but a phial. "1/16th of a teaspoon is enough to drive even the most frigid person to insatiable sexual frenzy."
"You carry it with you?" Rose marvels.
"I am ever prepared." She yanks the phial, snapping her necklace, and hands it to you. "Enjoy, Alabaster. May you think of me when you have a gaggle of overstimulated blood relatives clambering over one other to mount you."
---
In the kitchen that Sunday, when Mom excuses herself to take a restroom break, you quickly swoop into the kitchen. The Soliloquy family kitchen is already awash in the heavenly scent of rendering chocolate and freshly whipped batter. Rose is using a handheld wire whisk to beat that chocolate and that batter together -- creating a finely grainy mixture that will be just perfect as brownies, once baked.
Mom has taught her so well. It's the only reason she was even willing to leave the room for so short a time as to go pee. She trusts the night's main course is safe in Rose's hands.
"Did you do it?" You ask, sidling up to her. You watch while she whisks. The widening gyre of the brownie mix is as hypnotic as a swinging pendulum.
"Mm, not yet," she says. "I was waiting on an opening."
From the pocket of her apron, she produces Vivian's phial.
You go searching through the little fob of measuring spoons sitting on top of the counter. "The smallest they go is 1/8th of a teaspoon," you report, glum.
"Let's eyeball it, then," Rose suggests. "We don't have much time anyway."
She unscrews the black cap. Maybe it's only the placebo effect manifesting itself, but you swear simply being close to the uncorked serum is enough to make your dick lurch.
Rose slowly tips the thing towards the mixing bowl. A tiny droplet the color of bromine comes viscously out, like a drop of melted tar, and lands on top of the batter. You and she eye it.
"Is that enough, do you think?" She asks.
"Try a little more."
She adds another couple droplets.
Then a couple more. And a few more after that.
Then finally, she just upends the entire thing. Glug-glug. Fully a tablespoon or more seeps out before the supply is spent.
You take another pair of Samantha's panties from your back pocket and rinse it a little under the sink's tap. You wring a tiny bit of the water into the bowl, too. You're just putting the panties back into your pocket when Mom returns.
"So you've decided to help after all!" Mom says. "Finally learning that a husband's place is at his wife's side?"
"I think you two have got it from here, actually," you tell her. Rose starts to whisk again.
"Hmmph," she says as you draw past her. "You'd better be thankful for all this hard work!"
You know you will be. You leave the kitchen again.
From the living room couch, your other Rose watches you coming out. She's gripping the headrest, chin resting atop -- obviously sitting on her knees.
"Smells oishii in there," she tells you. "What's good in the neighborhood, Ally?"
"Brownies," you say as you sit beside her.
She twists around and sits on her butt again. "My favorite!" She pips.
"They'll be especially good tonight, I think," you tell her -- just as the doorbell rings.
Rose hops to her feet and runs to answer it. "Tadaaaaaima~!" She shouts, throwing the door open.
"Isn't it okaeri?" You hear from the other side of the threshold. That would be Ms. Carte's voice. She may find weeabooism distasteful, but she's been around it long enough by now to have picked up on some of the stock phrases -- and she finds incorrectness even more distasteful.
"Oh, yeah," Rose hums. She puts a finger to her chin. "Ummmm...?"
"Let us in, you fucking bimbo," Whitney shouts -- emphasis on "fucking" -- but she says it somehow lovingly. Whitney doesn't wait before pushing through, though -- and comes followed by her mother, then by her little sister. As Vivian passes the threshold, Rose takes her hand:
"Are you super duper excited for the meet next weekend, or what?"
"I am on tenterhooks," Vivian says, feigning aloof sarcasm. You just know Vivian is counting the seconds to the upcoming Lolita meet Rose has decided to drag her to, despite the disinterested airs she puts on.
"What's a tenterhook?" Rose asks. She's so concerned. "That's not gonna be a problem, is it? I've been waiting for this meet for so long!"
"She's excited," Ms. Carte tells Rose, having had it up to here with Vivian's shit. Rose claps with happiness.
Mom is at the entrance to the kitchen, arms folded -- no clapping on her end. "What are you doing here? I don't recall inviting any of you hussies into my home!"
"Blame your son," Ms. Carte says. "He isn't spending enough time with his own girlfriend. That's why we have to track him down like the dog he is."
Ms. Carte might be reproachful on her daughter's behalf, but Whitney herself is as lovey-dovey as can be. She's already in your lap, hugging you around your neck and kissing you sweetly, giggling.
It's true that ever since Mom banned condoms at the Soliloquy household, you've been venturing out a little less often to sow your wild oats. But you had no idea it was getting on Ms. Carte's nerves. You'll have to make it up to her -- and to Whitney and Vivian, too. You kiss Whitney back. No shame about playing tongue hockey in front of everyone.
Although this does lead to a bit of jealousy as well. Vivian stands before the two of you and pointedly clears her throat.
Whitney gets the picture. Smiling wolfishly, she wraps a hand behind Vivian's head and yanks her towards you, getting her into a three-way tongue kiss that grows hot and heavy pretty quick. No one's had a bite to eat yet, but already they're acting like bunnies in estrus. Maybe Rose was right when she said this idea was dangerous... but you're in too deep to call it off. You put the thought aside and enjoy the eager tongues of these two sisters swabbing around with your own.
"That's what I like to see," Ms. Carte says. "Aren't my girls the best? Don't lie."
Mom retreats to the kitchen with a harrumph.
"I owe you a finder's fee," you tell Ms. Carte.
"Oh?" She says.
You crook your finger, and Ms. Carte approaches. Whitney and Vivian make way. Whitney doesn't leave her spot on your lap, but she does let her mother bend over, lean in, and have unfettered access to your mouth for a little while. You and Ms. Carte make out like you just got married, her moans at once unbelievably dirty and unbearably cute. Whitney swats her ass and wheezes with delight at how it jiggles, but Ms. Carte is undeterred, and keeps macking on you like she doesn't even notice.
The kiss only ends because there's thudding from upstairs that draws your attention towards the foyer just as Cerise -- and behind her, Anna -- arrive into the living room. Ms. Carte straightens her spine and points at Anna: "you!" She booms.
Anna literally hides behind Cerise like a frightened child behind her mother, gripping Cerise's shirtsleeve.
"Why haven't you been at Transhumanism Club?" Ms. Carte demands.
"She has a big project in Sable's class," Cerise says. "You know that. Cut her some slack."
"A student of Anna's caliber must be able to balance the demands of her curriculars and her extracurriculars!" Ms. Carte says. She narrows her eyes. "I know what the real story is. *You've* been distracting her and eating up her time."
"Renee--" Cerise begins.
"Don't even try!" Ms. Carte says. "Ever since prom it's been like this. I don't care that Anna has final projects coming due. We have a final project coming due in Transhumanism Club, too! She needs to show some energy!" Ms. Carte pauses to lock eyes with the frightened Anna, who's not quite tiny enough to fully shield herself behind Cerise. Anna squeaks and cowers even harder.
"What is your final project, anyway?" You ask.
Vivian grins. "A concept of Ms. Carte's -- augmenting our pet bunny to control a pellet dispenser using only its brain."
"...Using its brain," you repeat.
"It's suuuuper cool," Whitney affirms. Then she puts on a pouty face. "Which you'd know already, if you actually joined the club. Dick munch."
"We'll be giving it an ocular implant that can control the dispenser," Ms. Carte says. "We perform the surgery next w--"
You stand, all but practically dumping an indignant Whitney on the floor. "Excuse me for a second," you mumble. "I don't feel so good."
As you rush towards the bathroom, you hear Cerise grousing: "the fuck is his problem?"
---
By the time you quell your miniature panic attack and return to the living room, the whole lower level of the Soliloquy household is awash in the scent of Mom's baking brownies. This is a signature dish of hers: a quadruple-double fudge and peanut butter brownie bomb, stuffed with marshmallow fluff and topped with melted white chocolate chips. These things have the density of a collapsed neutron star and the softness of ripe peaches. If they had no taste at all, the sheer tactile joy of eating them would be enough on its own to satisfy. But, oh god, the taste... the taste brings it to a level approaching Nirvana. You chose the right meal to dose with aphrodisiacs, all right.
There's an electric buzz circulating through the air already, carried on these wafting currents of chocolate scent. The girls sitting around in the living room seem restless and half-agitated -- growing hot under the collar just from the smell.
Rose and Whitney idle the time away by playing Street Fighter (their button mashing makes the outcomes of matches essentially random, not to mention repellent to watch). When one or the other is losing, they retaliate with thigh-slaps and butt-bumps that don't seem wholly platonic. Meanwhile, Cerise sits cross-legged on the recliner distractedly browsing her laptop. As for Vivian and Anna --
"Girls," Ms. Carte tells them, slipping out of her flats. "Would you massage me? I've been on my feet all day long." She slumps down on the couch and splays her legs out.
It's hard to say who's more eager to please her. Both Vivian and Anna immediately fall to all fours in front of the couch, each taking one of Ms. Carte's stockinged feet and beginning to softly rub. Ms. Carte sighs in appreciation and wiggles her butt to settle herself a little deeper in the couch. Although you're all pretty close -- sexually as well as romantically -- this sort of spontaneous display is out of the norm. Yet here it is, Ms. Carte making some unchaste little coos and pips as the two underage girls rub the soles of her feet. The way they kneel in front of her is like the pose of admonished slaves: spines curled, faces down, asses up. Your cock is already stirring, just watching. You'd love to get down there and fuck one or both of them, but you'd like to keep your rounds chambered until the real fun begins at dinner.
"That's nice..." Ms. Carte murmurs. Her voice is dreamy. "You girls are very good to me. You should do this more often."
"yes mist-- ms. carte," Anna says.
Ms. Carte grins. She wriggles her toes a little, causing the semi-opaque material of her socks to bulge and strain in an oddly alluring way. Her toes press against the seam and make the fabric expand in all directions, which in turn makes it easier to see through -- why is your mouth watering...? Must be the smell of dinner, of course.
Before you can get carried away, you go around the recliner to chat with Cerise. As you pass behind, see what's on her screen: right here in front of everyone, Cerise is browsing ex. She's reading a doujin about a futanari girl raping two (2) crossdressing boys. That would explain why she's been blushing and chewing her thumbnail for the past few minutes. You clear your throat, and this startles her from her daydreams of wanton trap abuse. She slams the laptop's screen closed. "What are you doing!" She yells.
You shrug. "Nothin, muffin."
Rose overhears that, and giggles stupidly to herself.
You lean over Cerise's shoulder, and direct her line of sight by physically turning her head. When she sees how Ms. Carte has turned two of her favorite students into her personal slaves, Cerise's eyes go wide. They go wider still when, unbidden, Anna kisses the ball of Ms. Carte's foot. Not wanting to be outdone, Vivian kisses Ms. Carte there, too -- then starts to lick and suckle and huff her scent without any dignity. You can hardly judge them. You were doing much the same just the other night in bed with Rose, after all...
Ms. Carte just keeps her eyes shut and smiles to herself as she basks in this perverted service. The girls begin to rub her calves too, while they worship her feet with their lips. Arms looped over the back of the couch, Ms. Carte lets them work as they will, without instruction.
"I... didn't know Anna was into feet," Cerise says.
"You've never stepped on her face?" You say.
Cerise shakes her head.
"You're missing out."
Cerise, with some difficulty, tears her eyes off the sight of Anna kissing all over Ms. Carte's feet, to glance up at you. "You've stepped on her face before, too?"
"I've done everything I can think of to degrade and humiliate her," you say. "It's fun."
"You're such an asshole," Cerise grumps.
"In case you didn't notice? Being mean to her makes her horny." You nod at where she's curled up on the floor. Ms. Carte is pressing her foot against Anna's face with increasing roughness, and Anna is using one hand to touch herself through the nylon crotch of her spats.
"I'm mean to her," Cerise insists.
"You can be meaner."
That's you: the devil on Cerise's shoulder, convincing her to do cruel things to her teenage girlfriend. Of course, Cerise is pretty easy to convince. She chews her thumbnail some more.
"Whoa-- Mom!" Whitney says, finally noticing her surroundings. "You pervy bitch! I can't leave you alone for two freakin' seconds..."
Ms. Carte lolls her head and opens just one eye. "I only asked for a foot massage. It's these sluts who decided to take advantage of my body..."
On that cue, Vivian reaches up and paws at the button of Ms. Carte's trousers. Whitney helpfully undoes the button for her little sister, and unzips the zipper too. Vivian reaches into Ms. Carte's pants, starts to grope her panty-clad crotch. Ms. Carte grunts in enjoyment. The whole time, Vivian stays curled on all fours, planting wet kisses on Ms. Carte's sole.
"Your Mom is ecchi-sketchy as heck," Rose says. "Whoaa..."
Whitney spins around in place on the couch. "I am too," she says, aggression dripping from her voice. She holds both hands out as if to pounce -- and Rose can only let out a little "eek--!" of shock before Whitney is on top of her, groping her tits like a subway pervert. In no time at all, Whitney has Rose's boobs out and starts sucking on them like she's trying to draw milk. Rose, ticklish, loving this unprovoked attack, shrieks: "Stop-- stoooop! Yamate! Hahaha!" She wriggles and writhes and tries to break free, but Whitney has her pinned, and won't let up. Cerise, you notice, slowly slides a hand past the waistband of her shorts.
Clinking glass and silverware from the dining room, then: dinner is being served. Mom and Rose, both flushed and looking a bit worse for the wear, are setting out plates at the table for everyone. They follow this with two enormous baking dishes, piping hot, that they gingerly carry out using oven mitts. Rose is blushing like she just got fucked. Her hair is mussed and she has that dopey post-coital grin she always wears. You're not sure whether it's simply from being in such close proximity to this pheromone laden food, or because she and Mom took a break to get frisky too. Judging by how debauched things in the living room are getting, you wouldn't be surprised. Not that you mind. If they took a few minutes aside to suck on each other's pussies and finger each other's holes, that just means they're already wet and primed to get fucked properly.
Since you're the only one out here with presence of mind to have noticed dinner is ready, you announce it to the girls in the living room. "Get yourselves decent," you chide. "It's time to eat."
Reluctantly, Whitney pulls her lips off Rose's delicious pink nipples and lets her put her enormous cowtits away; Vivian and Anna give Ms. Carte's feet a parting smooch before standing; Ms. Carte buttons up her pants and slips her shoes back on. Cerise sets her laptop aside. All together, you take your places at the dining room table.
This'll be a doozy.
Mom's voice is a little drunk-sounding as she takes a butcher knife and begins to slice the brownies into cubes. "It's a good thing that we-- made enough-- for you ungrateful skanks. I wouldn't be serving you if there wasn't so much!"
"I told you already, Mrs. Soliloquy," Ms. Carte says, "you can blame your son." She motions at you using her palm. "If he was fucking Whitney the way she deserves to get fucked, we wouldn't be here tonight."
Mom tsks in feigned disgust. Whitney, settling in beside you, elbows you. "Gonna fuck me good tonight, Ally? Mom'll be miffed as fuck if you don't."
"Of course," you say.
"And my little sister, too?"
You nod.
"And Mom?"
"I've only got one dick," you say. When Whitney isn't happy with that reply, you promise: "you're all getting fucked. Calm down."
"Rose," Rose tells your little sister. "Why don't you make yourself useful and go get some toys from upstairs."
"Aye aye!" Rose says, saluting. She hops to it, and runs upstairs. If she's intelligent enough to know what kind of toys Rose was requesting, you figure everyone else at the table is too.
Even as Mom serves Ms. Carte a plate, she's telling her: "if you want my son to fuck your little girl more often, you ought to do more to earn it! It's not my fault that us Soliloquys are better at seducing him."
"Geez Mrs. Soliloquy," Whitney says through a wheezing laugh, "I feel like I'm pretty good at seducing Ally." As she says this, she rubs your thigh -- then she unzips your pants and reaches in. "He's already hard~" she announces to your mother, your older sister, everyone.
"That's because of us," Mom says. "Alabaster's cock is always hard when he's around his sisters and I." She hands Whitney a plate, and then you too. This unbelievably lewd conversation is progressing as if it's the most casual thing in the world.
"If he's always hard, that means you're not doing enough to keep him satisfied!" Ms. Carte says. Underneath the table, you feel her foot pressing against your prick, working in tandem with her daughter's slender fingers to please you. Ms. Carte's sock is a little damp with saliva from being kissed all over. "That's why he has to come to the Carte girls for some real relief. That's obvious. That's a given."
Mom's brownie bomb hews the fine line between brownie and cake. The squares she serves out are thick enough to qualify as cake, anyway -- and they're so messy that you really can't eat them by hand the way you would a brownie, especially when she doles out dollops of hand-whipped cream and homemade jam as toppings.
"None for me, thank you," Vivian says when Mom is about to scoop some of the cream onto her brownie. Mom ignores her and does it anyway. Vivian makes a face.
"You're gonna make me cum," you whisper to Whitney.
"Good," Whitney croons. "I could use a little extra cream. Your Mom is so stingy..."
"She's literally the opposite of stingy," you say. "Look at these fucking servings-- ghh-- ungh, seriously, you two--"
Ms. Carte, across from you, smirks as she lightly rubs your balls with her heel -- just enough to tickle you, while her toes tickle your frenulum. Whitney begins to jerk your cockshaft off.
When you all, at last, begin to eat -- the effect is nearly instant. Cerise, fork to her mouth, her other hand beneath her chin to catch any of the gooey mess that might fall off, groans "oh fuuuck..." a groan met by Whitney's equally sexual "oh shiiit," and Ms. Carte's fluttery "Ooooh... oh, my goodness..." Vivian just makes a pained little whine of decadent enjoyment, and Anna is completely silent -- though her face is so droopy that it looks like it'll melt.
These brownies could have done with setting a bit more firmly before serving -- their centers gush with white marshmallow fluff that's still fluid and almost scaldingly hot. But you wouldn't have it any other way. You, too, get a sexual thrill from the texture, taste -- and special ingredients -- of this dessert.
This is Ms. Carte's first-ever experience with Mom's desserts fresh from the oven. Any animosity between the two goes by the wayside for now, because she's all praise: "Mrs. Soliloquy... Scarlett... this is-- the best. The absolute-- most... is your cooking always so... so..." she doesn't finish the thought, and begins to shovel more of the morsels into her mouth. She and Whitney even momentarily forget about massaging your prick as they gorge themselves on this drug-tainted treat. That's okay. They'll have time enough to massage your prick with their insides, in just a few moments...
Spontaneously, Cerise and Anna have made a little game out of sharing their food. Anna puts a forkful in her mouth, but doesn't chew -- then Cerise kisses her, and scoops the bite into her mouth. They repeat this back and forth with the same morsel of brownie until it's melted away -- then they repeat it with another.
"How sweet," Mom says. "They really love each other. Anna's such a nice girl."
Mom's begun to eat too. And though she's the chef, the extras you laced the food with are having their effect on her. She's pawing at her breasts through her apron and lightly touching the crotch of her jeans. A wet spot there is already visibly spreading. Rose's hand joins hers -- helping her future mother-in-law relieve the ache in her pussy.
Vivian's head is nearly resting on the table, as she eats faster than you've ever seen her eat. The only noises she emits are cute little "unf" sounds. You catch her attention by clearing your throat. Through glazed eyes, she looks up at you.
"Like the food?" You ask.
"You've... drugged me..." she slurs.
"Did I?" You ask.
"You... awful man..." she says, love in her voice.
Rose at last returns from the upstairs to find this debauchery well underway. Her assessment is positive: "kakkoi!" In her arms is a bundle of sex toys, just like she delivered on family movie night -- she just loves using these implements with her buddies to get off. Part of her "buddy code," you suppose.
Mom locks eyes with her. "Come here," she says.
Rose stands before her, sex toys still in hand, awaiting instruction.
"Say ahhh," Rose tells Rose, holding a forkful of brownie aloft.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," Rose says stupidly, standing there with her mouth open.
Mom takes a fork too. Together, she and Rose feed Rose. Rose immediately gets swoony and short-of-breath, her candy pink bangs swaying as she tries to stay upright on legs turned to jelly. Rose smiles sadistically at her.
"Forgot to give her a plate?" You say.
"No," Mom says. "She doesn't need one. She can eat off mine."
"Mmm hmm!" Your little sister agrees, little mouth chewing.
"Rose, honey," Mom tells her. She clasps Rose's chin as Rose chews. "We're all a little flustered. Why don't you be a good toilet and get underneath the table for us?"
"--Toilet?" Ms. Carte coughs, not too aroused to be beyond shocking.
Rose is already clambering under the table.
"Yes," Mom tells Ms. Carte, nonchalant and firm. "Rose is the family cum toilet." She stands, pulls her jeans and panties down, then sits again, bare-assed, on her chair. Just the brief glimpse you catch of her wet cunt, the muff matted with her cream, is enough to make your dick twitch.
"Holy," Whitney breathes. She knew you were fucking your little sister, but she didn't know it had gone to this extreme.
You grin, and decide to egg it on: "She's not just our cum toilet. She's our urinal, too."
"Of course," Mom agrees. "Can't forget that."
There's a buzz, and then a squelch, and Mom grins down at her daughter as Rose begins to use one of the vibrating dildos on her. Mom lightly pets her pink hair.
Ms. Carte takes a moment to process this utter depravity, and settles on making it competitive. Everything always is, with her. "Vivian is a much better toilet than Rose," she says. She grabs Vivian's wrist. "Get down under there and show them!"
"Yesh Missh Carte," Vivian says, sluggish but compliant as a lobotomy patient.
Mom wraps her fingers around the toy Rose is using on her. "I can take it from here," Mom says. "Go serve our other guests, hmm?"
"Okay!" Rose chirps. Her voice from under the table is a little muted. As Rose scoots away, Mom takes the buzzing pink dildo fully, in both hands, and begins to fuck it in and out of her body, openly masturbating right at the dinner table. But the other Rose, always seeking ways to earn the approval of your Mom, stands up and takes over for her.
"I'll get that for you, Mommy," she says. They make out with lurid tongue kisses while Rose pumps the vibing toy in your Mom's pussy.
At some point, Anna crawled into Cerise's lap, and their cheeks are nuzzling as they kiss and touch each other. "Do you like it when I'm mean to you?" Cerise whispers in Anna's ear, tone cautious and curious, but desperate.
Anna nods enthusiastically. Cerise slaps her.
"Bitch," Cerise says, even as Anna is still reeling from the sudden violence.
"yes," Anna says with a thrill in her voice. The welt in her pale skin is deep and red and ugly.
Cerise wraps a hand around Anna's throat and snarls: "you're such a fucking nasty whore... I'm gonna fuck you up tonight."
"please," she begs.
You startle when Vivian gets her hands on either of your knees. Whitney smiles down at her. "Trying to keep Ally's cock all to yourself?" She asks.
"Absolutely," Vivian says. She grips your cock in both of her impossibly tiny hands, and rubs your cockleak all over her face. She sniffs your fuckmeat, and soon she begins to trail kisses up and down its length. It makes you shiver hotly.
"You're so greedy," Whitney says.
Ms. Carte shakes her head. "Don't blame her, baby. She's only following my orders. She's doing her best to be a cum toilet, too."
"I thought Ally would want top class pussy like mine instead of getting sucked on by a toilet." She pats her mound through her shorts. "Guess he doesn't have as good of taste as I thought."
"Your sister's a top class toilet," you point out.
"Yesh," Vivian says. Without anything further, she lets her jaw hang open and swallows your shaft. Her throat has been trained quite well over the past several months -- she can take your entire length down to your nuts without puking. She does gag, deep and heaving "huhhh-- huhhh--" noises that originate from her diaphragm, but she doesn't quit. You can feel her breathing gamely through her little nose: the cool sweep of air as she inhales, then the hot gust as she exhales into your pubes and tickles you. With her nose pressed up against your crotch, all she's getting is your smell. And you're just fine with that. You enjoy the pulsating contractions of her gullet wrapped around you. A top class toilet indeed. Vivian basks in your manly scent while she lets your cock rest just past the hollow of her throat. Your piss slit drools streams of precum straight into her tummy.
"Hi Ms. Carte!" Rose says as she pops up between her legs under the table. "Want your pussy licked?"
"What else can you do for me?" Ms. Carte asks.
"Uh-- hmmm. I could use a vibrator on you! Or finger your ass... or let you lick me, if you're into it!"
"Make her rim you, Mom," Whitney suggests. "She's super tanoshii at that."
"That's not what that means--" you begin, before you gasp in delight at a new sensation. Vivian is swallowing -- she's swallowing as your cock is nestled in the deepest parts of her mouth. The ripple of her tongue and esophagus is like fucking into a never-ending pussy. You involuntarily buck your hips. Vivian gags even deeper and harder. Your entire crotch is slimy with her saliva.
Those of you not forced into sexual service are still eating dinner. Whitney is getting her third plate, Ms. Carte her fourth. Mom and Rose are taking turns feeding each other. They do it by hand, sucking the mess from each other's fingers, while Rose continues to masturbate Mom's cunt for her. And you're partaking, too. You're on your second plate. The adrenaline and raw sexual energy coursing through you is overwhelming. Your ears are ringing, your heart is palpitating, your vision is blurring. Every single part of you is over-sensitive and buzzing with pleasure. You have no higher thoughts or reason left, and it seems your entire being is centered on your manhood. Are you overdosing on pheromones? It's possible. If you die like this, you'll die happy.
Ms. Carte gets naked -- totally naked from head to toe. She tosses her clothes aside without a care and settles back in, spreads her fat thighs. You can just barely glimpse the slightest tone of her muscles underneath the fat. "All right, Rosie. I like the way my daughter thinks. Lick my ass."
"Hai!" Rose pries Ms. Carte's ass cheeks open and buries her face in between them. Ms. Carte smiles down at her, plays with her clit and fingers herself while she watches.
"What do you think?" Mom asks.
"You were right..." Ms. Carte says. "She's a fantastic toilet. I might have to come back and use her again sometime."
"Hmph," Mom pouts. "If you do that, I'll have to start charging you."
Ms. Carte laughs. "You'd pimp your daughter out like that?"
"Why not?" Mom says. "If you're going to barge into my home and use her anyway, I might as well profit."
"How much do you think you'd charge for using your daughter's mouth as a cum toilet for an hour?"
Mom thinks. "Does $10 sound fair?"
"$5," Ms. Carte counteroffers.
"All right," Mom agrees. "But -- $10 if you want her pussy."
"Of course," Ms. Carte says. She's very understanding. "Her pussy is worth a little bit more, isn't it."
"Alllyyy," Whitney whines, whispering in your ear. "You let Vivian suck you long enough already. I want your cock..."
You rap your knuckles against the top of Vivian's head. "Go use your mouth on someone else," you command. "I promised Whitney the first load."
Vivian's face is completely inundated with slobber and mucus, and strings of it hang from her lips and nose. "Mm," she says, placid. "...please save some for my womb."
You nod, and she crawls off. Whitney is the next one, then, to ditch her clothes completely. Her brown, toned body is such a joy to hold, firm and soft at once. Her perky little tits may not be the biggest on Earth, but they're fun to grope anyway, and the tang of her sweat makes them so nice to lick. She's in your lap now, slipping your cock into her twat, her sister's drool providing more than enough lubrication to let you sink completely in. Whitney's teeth chatter like she's got hypothermia. "I-I-I-I- l-ooooove -- your FUCKING cock," she says, half incoherent. You hug her tight around the small of her back and start to screw her.
"That's it, baby," Ms. Carte encourages. "Show him how a Carte can fuck."
A Carte can fuck like a demon, you're well aware. Whitney proves it again anyway. She bounces up and down on you like she's trying to break your hips. Only because you're holding her firmly by the shoulders, does she not fly into the ceiling on every upstroke.
Beside you, Cerise and Anna are engaged much the same way. Cerise grabs a dildo and starts to viciously ram-fuck Anna with it. Anna's body is covered in welts from slaps and hickeys. Cerise is jumping feet-first into the "be even meaner to Anna" concept. Anna's flat little chest has scratch marks on it where Cerise clawed at her, her under-nourished legs are bruised. Cerise holds Anna's shoulder steady while Anna wags her hips and lets her tongue loll out.
"fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me" Anna repeats in her breathy voice.
"Call me Sir," Cerise demands. "Call me Sir, like you call Alabaster."
"fuck me Sir fuck me Sir" Anna begs.
Cerise spits in Anna's face. But she keeps fucking Anna's pussy.
"thank you Sir i love it when you spit on me Sir"
Cerise cums. Being called "Sir" seems to push her buttons. She throttles Anna without mercy and keeps fucking her, until Anna's "thank you Sir" becomes a slurred, inaudible wheeze.
"Oh -- oh my--" Rose breathes, stepping back from Mom. You glance over. Vivian is suddenly sitting in Mom's lap.
"What are you doing?" Mom asks, not upset, but confused.
"Barter," Vivian says.
"--Barter?"
"You could charge Ms. Carte money for the use of your daughter, this is true... or, you could trade. A barter system. One daughter's pussy in exchange for another's."
Ms. Carte likes the idea. Her fingers rubbing against her clit quicken, and you hear the sloppy splash of her cumming on Rose's face. Rose makes a delighted little piggy squeal as she rims the older woman out.
Though Mom isn't sold. "What do you have that I can't get from my own children?" She asks.
Vivian answers not with words, but with a gesture. She lets her jaw hang open, and unfurls her tongue like rolling out the red carpet. Meanwhile she fish-hooks both sides of her mouth, pulling her cheeks as wide as they go, to reveal her teeth all the way to the molars. Strands of her spit hang like webbing between her tongue and palate. "Ahhhn~" she coos, cocking her head so that Mom has a completely unobstructed view straight down her throat.
Rose nudges Mom's shoulder. "You should have her nurse on you. She's absolutely wonderful at breast sucking... trust me."
Hesitantly, haltingly, Mom tugs her apron and sweater off. Rose assists, with pleasure. Mom's tits flop free with a meaty fwap, and hang like pendulums in front of Vivian's wan face. As good as Vivian may be at nursing, you know Mom's tits are equally a joy to nurse on -- it's a dangerous combo. "Go on," Mom says, her voice a little pinched, as she cups one of her breasts and presents it for Vivian to suckle.
Vivian reacts right away, and latches her mouth around Mom's nipple. Mom shivers. She throws her head back and groans in enjoyment. Rose pets Mom's pussy for her while Mom pets Vivian's head.
"I'm gonna cum," you announce.
Whitney screams: "Cum inside me, Ally! Fuck!"
You stand up. The sudden motion startles everyone. You don't care. You drop Whitney on her back on the dining room table, like a lump of meat, making dishes and utensils go clattering, tipping over glasses and getting Whitney's back smeared with chocolate brownie. She grunts in pain and surprise. With Whitney on her back, and you standing over her still connected to her, you begin to pound her with forcefulness you've rarely mustered. You squeeze her tits and fuck her totally. Your cock is sawing in and out of her velvety pussy, past her clamping cervix, and hammering her uterus. "Get pregnant!" Spittle flies from your lips. "Get fucking pregnant, bitch! Take it!"
"Yes! Yes!" Whitney wails. She cums all over you, and this pushes you to climax too. You blast your first load of the night directly into her pussy, raw. Your cock surges and spits its steamy cream into her with the singular goal of making her belly swell up with a baby. You really hope she does get pregnant. You want to make Whitney into your personal baby factory. You want to keep her pregnant for the next 30 years.
When you're done depositing your semen inside her like an onahole, you pull out with a wet slurp, and let your shiny cock bob in air. The girls gaze at it transfixed, as a little dollop of postcum dribbles out of the head, and descends in a long viscous strand, before it snaps and drips onto Whitney's flat tummy.
"It's... so hot... inside me" Whitney mewls. She pets her pussy as the cum begins to seep out of her, directly onto the plate underneath her butt, where it becomes all mixed up with the remnants of a brownie.
"Who's next?" You ask. "Who wants to get fucked next?"
Ms. Carte is the first to call dibs. She pushes Rose off her ass like discarding a used tissue, pushes her chair away from the table, parts her thick legs a bit wider, and says: "me."
Whitney flips into a prone position so she can watch as you circle the table and get down on your knees in front of Ms. Carte. "You want to get pregnant tonight too?" You demand.
"Hell yes," she says. No hesitation. "Fuck me pregnant, you little shit."
How could you say no?
Since your dick is already coated in cum, the very moment you plunge your cock into Ms. Carte's waiting snatch is dangerous -- she could be pregnant already, right now. But you're gonna make sure it sticks. You won't pull out until you've deposited another thick and creamy load into Whitney's mother.
"Fuck yes," Whitney breathes. "Let's get knocked up together, Mommy..."
Ms. Carte makes you raise your arms in the air so she can get your shirt off you. She grabs your bare back with two wet slaps and holds onto you for all she's worth. Her nails dig into your flesh. You don't care. In return, you hold her by two tufts of hair, down at the root, using them as handles. You and she fuck like mating dogs. Rough and fast and dirty. She slides a little further in her seat and gets her ankles locked around your butt. This, of course, sucks you even deeper into her hole. What a wonderful, soft and puffy MILFy hole Ms. Carte has, so cushiony and rubbery, perfect for milking cock. You could ejaculate inside her forever.
"Ooooh -- oh, fuck..." you hear Whitney grunt. When you glance over your shoulder, you see why. Rose is on cleaning duty. Having been evicted from sucking on Ms. Carte's asshole, she opted to lick the cum from Whitney's drooling pussy. That's your little sister: she really is a cum-slurping meat toilet. Whitney reaches behind herself and pushes Rose's face deeper into her ass. "Clean me up," she says. "That's it. So good..." Rose makes noises like a pig at a slop bucket while she siphons up the dirty cum and the leftover dessert on the plate underneath Whitney.
Your other Rose meanwhile has helpfully hiked Vivian's skirt and gotten Vivian's panties off. This gives Mom and Rose ample access to play with Vivian's very small and very illegal cunny. The two take turns tickling and teasing it, while all the while Vivian sucks on Mom's nipple. Her lips make a little indentation in the expanse of springy flesh around Mom's areola. Vivian stares deeply into Mom's eyes, and keeps her legs spread for Mom's invading fingers, welcoming the molestation. She wouldn't have it any other way. She adores giving her pussy away.
Every vein and artery in your body throbs with hot need. You're degenerating in real time, becoming ruled entirely by your horny dick. You won't stop until you've rampaged through every hole in this house. You want to knock up every single one of these bitches, you want them all to get pregnant... you really intend to make it happen.
With that thought circling around your brain, you lean in and kiss Ms. Carte on the lips. She inhales with delight and fucks harder against you. Her nails dig deeper into your skin -- you even feel a trickle of blood. Between your passionate kisses, you moan incoherently and huff and breathe her scent from up close. Ms. Carte smells so good, like earth and menthol and perfume and musk. She's so soft and womanly, thick all over, but not fat. Her full body with its absurdly perfect hourglass shape, squishy belly and thighs, wide hips... her massive breasts that hang just a bit under gravity, with big fat nipples perfect for sucking. Her pretty, pink, mature pussy just begging for virile male cum. She's so fertile and ready for your sperm. What a lewd woman she is, hopping on her own student's cock -- her daughter's boyfriend, no less -- purposely letting you impregnate her in defiance of every ethical standard. For what? All so she can cum -- all so she can selfishly chase her pleasure and make her greedy pussy have an orgasm. She's letting a teenage boy inseminate her just for the sake of cumming.
This is the thought that makes you ejaculate again. You bury your face in her neck, pump her especially hard and deep -- one, two times -- and then out it pours. A thick gloppy load straight up your teacher's fucking cunt. Ms. Carte's eyes roll to the back of her skull, her neck muscles strain, and she squirts as you force your semen into her.
"Alabasterrrr...!" She cries. "I can feel it -- oh, god -- you're doing it--"
"That's it!" Whitney says. "Doesn't it feel fucking good?"
"It feels so good, baby!" Ms. Carte agrees through chattering teeth as she hugs you with all four limbs and your orgasm lengthens and intensifies inside her. Cumming at the same time as Ms. Carte is such a rush -- your pulsating genitals are shuddering together in perfect synronicity. You stain every fold and crease of her vagina as deeply as you can, hosing her, splattering her insides with pearly white semen that you can just picture clinging like glue to her womb.
"Are you getting pregnant, Mommy? Are you?" Whitney asks, humping her pussy against Rose's face behind her butt.
"Yes! He's impregnating me, baby! He's cumming inside me!"
A mother-daughter orgasm induced by reckless mating is one of life's greatest joys. Your load sloshes around inside Ms. Carte's unprotected pussy.
Cerise seems to have gone as insane with lust as you. She gets her lesbian lover onto the table much the same way you did with Whitney. Anna, on her back amid the ruins of dessert-for-dinner, smiles brokenly as Cerise chokes her out. Anna is split-seconds from losing consciousness entirely before Cerise climbs onto the table with her, forces one of Anna's legs skyward, and starts to scissor her. The table rocks beneath them as they hump one another. "Bitch, fucking dirty bitch," Cerise repeats over and over through gritted teeth, mashing her labia against Anna's as if raping her with an invisible cock. The girls cream on each other. You can see their intermingled fluids stipple their legs, run down by gravity, and drip onto the table. Their scissoring becomes wet-sounding, like swishing water around in your mouth.
As much fun as Rose might have fingering Vivian's cunny, she's a little jealous seeing her getting Mommy's milky tits all to herself. So she puts on her best little-girl voice, bats her eyelashes, and says "Mommy... may I?" as she runs a teasing finger around Mom's other nipple.
"Of course, dear," Mom says warmly. "You can get in my lap, too."
Rose's blonde ringlets flutter as she crawls into Mom's lap. Vivian, pliant, makes way. Scarlett has the girls each on one knee, letting them breastfeed. She gets the dildo in her cunt buried as deep as it will go and buzzing as hard as it will buzz, so that she can keep both her hands busy playing in both their little pussies.
"May I..." Vivian begins, but stops short, and keeps suckling.
"May you what?" Mom asks.
"May I... call you Mommy, too?"
It's a good thing Ms. Carte is so dazed from getting spermed that she doesn't seem to hear the request -- she'd get jealous for sure.
"Of course," Scarlett says. "You're Mommy's good little girl tonight... here..." She pulls Vivian's face to her bosom again, reaches down again, and begins to tickle Vivian's cuntlet even more insistently. That's Mom -- a real brood mare, always happy to allow nice little girls into the fold. Vivian sighs happily as Mom gets her fingers deep inside.
You pull free from Ms. Carte's runny, ruined hole of a cunt, looking for another hole to mess up. Ms. Carte, still aching for more fun with her pussy, finds a suitable replacement. She booms: "Anna -- stop fucking Cerise and get over here and eat me out."
Cerise stops rutting on top of her, displeased. "She's mine right now. Find someone else."
You settle the dispute before it can blow up. You slide a finger between Cerise's choker and her neck, and tug her backwards. The suddenness and force of it makes her gasp for air -- how quickly fortunes change.
"*You're* mine right now," you tell her. "Let Ms. Carte use Anna."
Cerise turns and faces you, ready to argue -- but when she sees your glistening member, any thought of saying no is forgotten. You rock back and forth a little on your heels, to rub your prickhead against her pale navel and smear her skin with incestuous fuckslop. Cerise's breath hitches.
Meanwhile, Ms. Carte snaps her fingers like beckoning an unruly dog. "Get over here already. Eat me."
Weakly, Anna crawls down from the table, and over to Ms. Carte. Tonight, she's also a cum toilet. But what else is new?
"See how deep it'll go?" You ask your sister. Your mushroom head, lined up with Cerise's body, extends well past the belly button. You'll be rearranging her insides soon, and want her to know it.
Cerise's breathing, through her nostrils, becomes deep and needful. She looks up, from where you're demonstrating how deeply your cock will fuck her, and into your eyes. "Alabaster," she says, gulping, drawing a couple bracing breaths. "I want to do something really nasty tonight."
"What?" You ask.
"I -- want you in my guts. Fuck my ass."
Cerise turns around and bends over the table. Glaring back at you, she spreads her cheeks with both hands, to reveal the soft pucker of her anus. The color of it is darker than the surrounding skin, with an almost bluish tinge. It's colored the same way as the deep-set bags around her eyes -- such a contrast with her pallid paleness. And because she's been cumming nonstop, her rear hole is already slick and wet and inviting-looking. Her anus twitches, over and again, anticipating the moment when you'll plunge yourself inside. The cushion of Cerise's butt and the swampy heat of her asshole are going to be so fucking good, you just know it... you step forward and penetrate her without another second's thought. One thrust, plowing through her puckered hole and getting yourself seated in her with a masculine grunt.
Cerise's sucking sputter and gasp, through her mouth, sounds like a drowning victim waking up after CPR. She thought she was ready for your massive dick to sodomize her. She wasn't. And you don't care that she wasn't. You grab her choker with both hands, like the reins of a horse, and start to hump away. You pull her against her own weight so that her back arches and her tummy rises off the surface of the table, revealing that her tits are smeared with the leftover chocolate brownie mix. Cerise is in distress at both ends now. Her hands claw at her neck, trying to get herself some airflow, but the cruel strength of your grip makes it useless. You've cut off all oxygen to her brain. She's turning quickly red. God, her ass really is perfect... spongy, springy, and so hot you'd think she has a fever. Past the ring of her anus, this dirty fuckhole offers absolutely zero resistance, just spreads for your violating prong and curls around it like the foam of a masturbation sleeve. That's what it is. Right now, your elder sister's ass is your personal masturbation sleeve. Her asshole is just a thing, for you to rub your cock inside, until you splurt out a creamy load.
"How do you like getting choked?" You snarl.
Cerise tries to speak, but it comes out sounds like "hhhh-- ghuhiii-- ghhh--" and her complexion goes from red to purple to blue. No one is coming to her aid. Instead, Whitney and Rose are circling like sharks. Rose has had her fill of your spunk out of Whitney's tomboy cunt, and now the two are looking for something else to occupy their mouths. They latch onto each of Cerise's tits. Like mother, like daughter -- Cerise is fun to nurse on. Especially when she's slathered in chocolate. Whitney and Rose, lying on the tabletop, masturbate like fucking pigs while they suck Cerise's jugs.
"Answer me!" You groan. "Do you like getting choked while I fuck your ass?"
Even though she's still clawing at her neck, she desperately nods, her raven hair swaying. The jiggle of her butt every time you slam balls-deep inside her rectum is almost hypnotic, like the surface of a giant tub of milk being shaken. The audible plap of it sounds like tenderizing meat. Well, you suppose that's what it is: you're tenderizing Cerise's already tender asshole. She wanted you in her guts -- that's what she's getting. Her ass is a form-fitting glove gripping your dick.
"Hey Anna," you say, "you should choke her like this sometime. She loves it." But when you glance up, you realize Anna is a little occupied. Her face is buried entirely in Ms. Carte's genitals, and Ms. Carte has her thighs pressing down on either side of Anna's neck. The only thing you see of the poor girl is her nude back and her long, now messy ginger hair. Ms. Carte is holding the back of the chair with both hands and humping like she's got a cock to fuck Anna's throat with.
Ms. Carte laughs. "I'll pass the message on... I wouldn't mind seeing Anna choke Cerise a little..."
Whitney and Rose are making a real mess of Cerise. They're drooling like a pair of broken faucets as they lick up the dessert from her skin. Cerise's entire untoned body -- her swaying tits, plump belly and hips -- are becoming shiny with spit. The unblemished paleness of her skin accentuates the gleam. Meanwhile, the way you choke her is making her cum. Turns out that being strangled and having her ass defiled gets her off like nothing else: she has an anal orgasm on her brother's cock. It's a big one, and it gets you off, too. Cerise's assgasm feels even hotter on your dick than her pussy's orgasm always does. It starts with the muscles inside her contracting with the force of a hydraulic press, squeezing your dick about as cruelly as you're choking her -- this, right at the moment when you're nuts-deep inside her. For ten, fifteen seconds or longer, her ass grips your prick so hard that you cannot pull out. Then all at once her anal muscles loosen and start to flutter, rapidly, as if she's been turned into a human vibrator. Now that you can move again, you begin a jackhammer pace inside her, enjoying her ripply insides. Cerise makes inhuman oinking noises as she cums on you. Her pussy jizzes itself. You hear the patter of her female cum hitting the wood floor, and feel the hot splatters of it against your feet. You tug her collar especially hard a couple times, and pump her ass with the full length of your brotherly cock in tune to it. These deep, deliberate, rough thrusts, combined with the way you yank her body like she's a fuckdoll, only make her cum even harder. She claws at her own neck, trying to pry the choker away, and only succeeds in leaving deep red scratch marks on her throat. You blow a wad up Cerise's ass just as her eyelids flutter and she briefly passes out. Her arms flop to her side, limp, and useless. Cumming into a hole so wet and tight is like squeezing toothpaste through a half-blocked tube, and you let out a long, low, somewhat pained "ooooohhhhhh" as it leaks out of your cockhead in thick glops. You fall against her back, and her against the table, while you finish breeding out her asshole. You let go of the choker. The blue color immediately drains from her face, but she's out cold, and needs Whitney and Rose to lick her face like kittens to rouse her. They lap at her while you pull out and let the incestuous sperm leak from her ass in long thick strands.
Rose smiles at you. "Me next! Me next!" She rolls fully onto her belly, knocking dishes and food around some more, and holds her fat ass open for her onii-chan. You can see both her orifices framed by her plump upper thighs. If ever the was a girl with a fat pussy, it's Rose. Especially from this angle, with her legs squeezing the labia tightly together, her cunt looks like a huge hillock of flesh with a tiny, tiny slit up the middle. Her tight-looking anus is the pale pink of cotton candy, and just as smooth as her pussy. It makes your mouth water. Rose has a jealous streak, especially when it comes to family fucking. If you do something with Cerise or Mom, she wants you to do it with her as well. She's so needy and greedy like that. But even if you play at stern, you can't help spoiling your little sister. It's what little sisters are for. You'll definitely fuck her ass.
You get onto the table too. At this point the tablecloth is a total write-off, stained all over with cum and chocolate. On scrutiny you notice that Whitney, Cerise, and Rose all have red marks in their skin where the tines of forks and the edges of plates have dug into them. None of them seem to mind. So you won't either.
To lubricate her for your fuck, you get your face in between her ass and start to eat it. Well -- of course it's also for your own pervy enjoyment, too. You adore little else more than rimming your kid sister. You could eat her bubblegum ass all day. It literally tastes like candy, tart and sugary, but with the feminine musk of her cunt and her sweat. Rose giggles as you lie in front of her and suck on her like a lollipop. The softness of her ass cheeks enveloping your face is enough to die for. It makes your already turgid cock swell and harden even more, getting stiff as steel with the need to fuck her butt.
Vivian and Rose, with Mom, are getting off too. Mom is knuckle deep up both their cunts. They're squirting all over her. The undulation of their throats, as they suck on her tits, makes it seem like they're actually getting milk out of her. They probably are. When Mom gets especially turned on, she can lactate.
As with Ms. Carte, Mom has pushed her chair back from the table -- now she sits there like a demented and sadistic queen on a throne, legs spread wide, diddling these girls in tandem, while the dildo buzzes inside her. She watches you rimming your little sister. She watches Whitney making out with the still half-unconscious Cerise. The wet slapping of Ms. Carte's pussy against Anna's face forms pleasant background music to this perverse panorama.
"Ally-- Ally!! That tickles!" Laughs Rose, as you swab your tongue all around the delicious interior of her pink ass. "Ally-- please! Kudasai! Fuck me already!"
Reluctantly, you pull your face from her backside. Her asshole is shiny with spit, and her pussy is shiny with arousal. Such a fucking pretty sight. It melts your heart. These wet holes just waiting for you to ruin. You climb over Rose and adopt one of your favorite positions: the so-called prone bone, braced on your palms on either side of Rose's head with your elbows locked so that your body forms a 45 degree angle with hers. This gives you maximum leverage to really fucking drill Rose's bubble butt.
Cerise is finally coming to, so Whitney leaves her be. As you line your prick up with Rose's ass, Whitney rises to a sitting position in front of you and draws you into a kiss. "You just love fucking your sisters, huh," she whispers.
"Of course. You love fucking your sister too, don't you?"
"Uh huhhhh," She drawls, as she swirls her tongue around the inside of your mouth. Her breath is hot and she tastes like tonight's dessert... so rich and gooey.
You press down on Rose's asshole, and it gives way for you instantly. Rose, unlike Cerise, was prepared for this moment. She's been anally masturbating all the time in preparation for her beloved onii-chan to fuck her there. That's the kind of prep she does as the Soliloquy family cum-gutter: she knows that all of her holes have to be ready for your cock. She has to be ready for any kind of sexual abuse at a moment's notice, really. The number of times you, your older sister, or you mother have have violated her butthole with massive dildos and buttplugs are too numerous to count. You all three adore raping Rose's candy ass with toys. Fitting your cock in there is no big deal. You slip in and enjoy the soft confines of her anus.
As you establish a steady but brutal pace in Rose's underage asshole, Whitney grips both sides of your face and really sucks your tongue. You love how passionate and messy her kisses get when she's hot for dick.
Meanwhile, Cerise is on the prowl for someone else to help her orgasm some more. Rose seems a good candidate. She yanks Rose by her blonde hair, off Mom's breasts, and throws her on the ground.
"Ow!" Rose hollers. "You bitch! What the fuck! I was drinking milk!"
She has little chance to mount a fight before Cerise is climbing on top of her. "Shut the fuck up. Lick my ass. You like eating Alabaster's cum enough."
Rose's eyes bulge as Cerise squats over her and lowers herself. It seems that the idea of drugging everyone at dinner tonight has badly backfired on your future wife -- oh well. Cerise sighs to herself as she mashes her cummy asshole against Rose's lips and button nose. She slides back and forth, rubbing your spunk all over Rose's face, as she grabs hold of some of Rose's blonde hair and forces her to suck. "That's it, cunt. Eat it. Eat it!"
You really love Cerise. She can switch from sub to dom at will. It's an admirable skill.
Vivian, with full access to Mom now, takes advantage. She rises in Mom's lap and peers up at her: "Scarlett... I am so over-stimulated... please... please relieve the ache inside my womb... I will do anything you want, if you help me climax... I am going insane... I cannot relieve this itch inside me on my own..."
Mom smiles warmly. Then, without warning, she purses her lips and spits on Vivian's face. It's not a forceful spit. Rather, she lets the long, bubbly strand of drool descend like drizzled oil, from her lips, down to Vivian's forehead, where it pools, and then begins to run in rivulets across the skin. Mom has understood implicitly how super-subby Vivian truly is, and is more than happy to domineer.
"Do that again..." Vivian coos, rubbing the sloppy mess all over her face.
Mom does it again. As she fingers Vivian's child-sized pussy, she spits on Vivian repeatedly. She takes a moment to tell Ms. Carte: "I decided something. I like this barter system... let's trade our girls more often..."
Ms. Carte is all for it. "Maybe we can get along after all," she muses, as she plays with her own tits and has a series of wet orgasms on Anna's face.
Despite Rose's extensive preparation to be anally used by her own brother, the roughness of your fuck is still wearing on her delicate body. "Unf... ungfh..." she grunts, as you rut in her. She grips the tablecloth with both balled-up fists. But bullying her asshole is just the same as bullying any other part of her, and you don't let up. Even when she starts to cry a little. It's not such a big deal, anyway -- Whitney quiets her by grabbing her pink hair and shoving her crying face into her twat. "Suck," Whitney growls, a command Rose knows better than to hesitate about. She starts to suck Whitney's engorged clit. Whitney moans and redoubles her tongue's swirling in your mouth. Somehow, it seems that Rose's hot ass gets hotter, and you drill her deeper, trying to use her completely. She's yours to use anyway -- might as well get the maximum possible enjoyment from her battered body. Together, you and Whitney spitroast her. You hump her from both sides as you make out on top of her.
Cerise is making Rose drink her cum. Rose is supine on the ground, half drowning as she struggles to guzzle down this nasty, frothy mixture of Cerise's cream, your semen -- and maybe something more. Cerise drank several beers before dinner. You wouldn't put it past her to relieve herself in Rose's mouth. Cerise is howling in ecstasy, as she fucks Rose's face, and reaches behind her to slap Rose's twat. Cerise spanks Rose on the pussy like a mother spanking a naughty child's bum: slap, slap, slap -- merciless, meaty thwacks. Why? Because she can. Because Rose's pussy is exposed and it's fun to hit it. You approve. You'd do the same.
Ms. Carte is making Anna drink her cum as well. She's ejaculating like a geyser straight down Anna's throat. Anna sucks it down like the slut she is. The sound of her swallowing is audible even across the room and even over your crotch slapping loudly against Rose's cushy ass. (Just like Cerise, Rose's cheeks ripple hypnotically every time you slam into her. You're so transfixed.)
Mom seems to be done spitting on Vivian, and is helping her smear it all over her face. With a broad palm, she runs her hand across Vivian's delicate features. At this point Vivian looks blurred and indistinct as if filmed through gauze. The effect is disgusting and alluring at the same time. Just like Vivian herself. Mom is still fingering her viciously, as she says: "You're such a nice little girl once you're all excited... I see why my son likes to fuck you. Does he really fit in here?"
"Yesh," Vivian says.
"Let's see about that," Mom murmurs. She pulls the still buzzing toy out of her vagina and wags it in front of Vivian's uncomprehending eyes, her slackened face. "This thing is about as large as Alabaster's. I'm going to put it all the way inside you now."
"Pleashe do," Vivian begs. "Rape my womb..."
Mom lightly pushes a palm against Vivian's flat chest, to shift her weight onto her tailbone and gain a better angle on Vivian's raw cunt. With a merciless jab, she shoves the dildo into Vivian. Other than a little squeak of pain, Vivian lets on no distress. Mom watches Vivian's face to gauge the girl's reaction, and, seeing how well Vivian takes the enormous plastic cock, Mom smiles -- then begins to ramfuck her with pitiless force. Vivian swoons, so Mom hugs her around her back and pulls the girl close to her welcoming bosom. Vivian begins again to suckle on Mom's tits, and writhes atop the sex toy Mom is forcing inside her. She wears a dreamy, cum-drunk smile as Mom spreads her hole and feeds her milk.
"You're so impressive," Mom says. "You opened up so nicely for me... Alabaster must be ejaculating inside you all the time."
Vivian, still sucking, nods.
"Good girl. I hope you aren't making him use protection--"
Vivian violently shakes her head no. This draws a coo of approval from Mom, and some headpats that would be downright motherly if she weren't masturbating Vivian's pussy with a dildo the size of her forearm.
Rose is squealing like a pig the more Cerise abuses her exposed cunt. Rose's genitals are turning an angry red under Cerise's slapping, and the sheen of her pussy juice makes her tucked-in labia look like something laminated. Luckily for Rose, Anna intervenes. Anna walks stumblingly towards Cerise, who smiles and greets her while continuing to gyrate atop Rose's face. Anna kneels down in front of Cerise. And without warning, wraps her hands around Cerise's pale neck. Cerise's expression turns immediately from warm to terrified. Anna forces Cerise to scoot backwards so she's straddling Rose's tits rather than Rose face. Rose doesn't get much fresh air at all, because almost immediately, Anna is the one riding her.
"i heard you like getting choked too" Anna tells Cerise with a sadistic grin.
Cerise gasps as Anna starts to apply some pressure. Meanwhile, Anna grinds her little pussy mound against Rose's face.
"choke me back" Anna begs. Cerise obliges. They take turns sitting on Rose's face while they strangle each other lovingly. Ms. Carte watches on with approval -- you guess she must have given Anna the order to do it.
You and Whitney are both getting off hard with your little sister's body, so neither of you notice Ms. Carte creeping up on you until she has her hands on your back. She leans over you with her entire body, her naked breasts against you, squishing so softly. She perches her chin on your shoulder. Her whisper in your eardrum is hot and ticklish, and makes your spine tingle. "Buggering your own little sister," she says. "I knew you were a dog, but this is something else. Don't you have any shame?"
Whitney, pulling back from your kiss, a fiery glint in her grey-green eyes, answers on your behalf. "Nope."
Even as Ms. Carte chastises you for committing incest, she braces her palms against the globes of your ass as if to guide your pumping in and out of Rose's anus. With Ms. Carte's tacit encouragement, you pick up the speed of your anal fuck on top of your sister. What a sweet sticky candy hole she's got.
"Do you mind, Alabaster, if I do something especially perverted?" Ms. Carte asks.
"Do it," you say without caring what it is.
She slides her body down, across yours, until her face is level at the point of union between your dick and Rose's butthole. She kneads your ass for a few moments as if trying to massage you, and the added pressure heightens the erotic pleasure coursing through your rampant fuckmeat. Then, lightly, with just her fingtertips, Ms. Carte teases your balls, and even tickles your own anus. You moan in surprise. A moment later, you feel her thumbs and fingers spreading your ass cheeks open, and all of a sudden a wet slimy protrusion: Ms. Carte is rimming you.
"Oh, fuck..." you grunt. Whitney peers around you to see what's going on. She giggles in delight. "Mom! You're such a freak!" Whitney locks eyes with you again: "hey, do you mind if I go eat my Mommy out for a few minutes?" And of course, you don't mind at all -- you nod, and she quickly climbs off the table to circle back around and eat her own mother's pussy from behind. It's a hell of a daisy chain: your sister, on her stomach, getting fucked up the ass by her beloved big bro; your teacher, on her stomach behind you, licking your asshole; and your teacher's daughter, standing at the table's edge, bent over, snacking on the cunt she came from.
With her face no longer being shoved into Whitney's dripping cunt, Rose can speak: "Ally -- Ally -- you're making me all tingly... your dick is so squishy inside me... fuck me more..."
You lay more fully over Rose's body, so that you can suck on her neck, grip the tablecloth in both hands and hold the sides of her head in place with your forearms while you mate. Your sister's ass is about to make you blow another thick load. Ms. Carte's searching tongue helps you along. Her hot moans against you, as her little girl services her, tickle your balls. Occasionally Ms. Carte stops sucking your ass for long enough to go lower, and feast on Rose's sugary fuckholes. She laps at Rose's smooth pussy and the rim of her overstretched asshole where your cock is plunging in. But she doesn't ever ignore you. When she licks Rose, Ms. Carte swirls her finger around your drool-coated asshole to tease you just a little bit extra. She's a woman who knows all the best ways to make your knees weak, and glories in it.
Of course, Whitney knows how to make Ms. Carte's knees weak in turn. She's plunging three fingers in and out of Ms. Carte's orifices, alternating between them at random. Whichever one she doesn't finger, she suckles. Whitney, you know, loves giving her mother lewd oral service more than almost any other sexual game. She's absolutely addicted to Ms. Carte's taste and smell. She grunts in an almost masculine way and plays with herself as she feasts.
Even Rose's neck tastes sweet where you kiss her. You rant incoherently into her ear: "You're mine. I own you. Hold still. Let me fuck you." These short, mean little obscenities eventually dissolve into nothing more than neanderthal grunting as the insistence of Ms. Carte's fingers and tongue, and the wet interior of Rose's thick body, drive you into a frenzy. Finally now you're just a beast fucking on top of Rose, moaning "ungh, oh -- unf, oooh --" just building yourself towards that wonderful moment when her depthless asshole finally succeeds at milking your cock juice out.
And here it cums. Ms. Carte knows the signs of your orgasm, and so does Rose. They both egg it on. Ms. Carte jabs her long tongue just as deep as she can get it inside you, which is about far enough to lick your prostate -- and holds it there firmly rooted as she gently strokes and kneads your nuts with all ten of her fingers. Rose deliberately massages your prick with her interior walls, sucking you with her ass the way she sucks on lollipops with her mouth. The combination drives you over the edge. You bellow as you unleash yet another torrential outpouring of semen that somehow fails to totally satisfy you. You ejaculate and ejaculate inside your own little sister, the delicious tingle of it spreading from your soles to your scalp, but as nauseatingly amazing as your orgasm feels, it cannot quell the demonic lust that grips you. Yes, you enjoy the sensation of your semen injection filling Rose up like a pastry being injected by a frosting bag; you enjoy the way it flows back, the sperm squelching against your pounding member; you enjoy the sticky slimy mess you make of Rose's teeny ass as Ms. Carte's tongue-tip pokes your prostate with pressure just firm enough to leave you wanting more. But it isn't enough. You need to cum again. And again and again. Even while you cum, you only want to cum some more. Your body is so hot, your cock is so hard, your balls are so heavy -- you need more hole to fuck. You need more cunt to seed.
Mom senses that perfectly well. And she's got the perfect sacrificial lamb to offer you. As you withdraw from Rose's well-used butt, letting loose a frothy outpouring of your spunk onto the table, Mom grins your way and nods at the little girl she's molesting. Vivian is too lost in her own carnal pleasure to notice that Mom is offering the use of her body to you. But she certainly notices when Mom lifts her up and places her on the table.
Vivian makes a somewhat annoyed whine when her lips are forcibly removed from Mom's nipples. But then her unfocused eyes find your twitching prick as you approach her. "Are you... goingh to... fuckh me now?" Vivian slurs.
"I promised to cum inside your uterus, didn't I?" You say.
"My boy keeps his promises!" Mom says, proud.
Vivian smiles weakly.
You wipe the smile right off her face by slapping it with your cock. Holding yourself by the root and thwacking the underside against Vivian's delicate features is a joy all its own. Her porcelain skin, wet with a mess of fluids already, feels just great to beat with your horny prick. The sound of your flesh smacking hers, and her little grunts of pain, are like music to your overstimulated brain. Mom 100% condones it: she stokes your back and massages your neck and shoulders as you abuse the little girl. Mom left the dildo lodged inside Vivian's pussy, buzzing at max, and Vivian is leaking a continuous stream of her juices onto the tablecloth as she lies underneath you. Her tongue occasionally darts out and licks your prick when you hit her with it. At other moments she purses her lips and plants a kiss on it. You enjoy the way the thick dollops of your precum ooze out, and run down her rosy cheeks in rivulets. You could stand here masturbating like this, with Vivian's face as your cock's punching bag, until you shoot another wad. But a higher calling bids you: the call to relieve yourself inside her cunny.
When you take position between Vivian's scrawny legs, Mom leans over the table so her pendulous tits hang over Vivian's face. "My boy is going to rape you now," Mom says.
"Thankh you for leddingh him," Vivian replies, speaking slowly and with great difficulty.
You rip the dildo out of her and mount her like a bull. No foreplay and no gentleness. You just pump her full of dick in a single brutal thrust. Vivian may have taken the dildo pretty well, but even at Mom's meanest, it wasn't enough to prepare her for the raw force of a man dosed on a cocktail aphrodisiacs. She cries out, a mixture of agony and exhilaration: "Ahhh--hhhhhhnn~~"
Mom pets her once and shushes her: "hold still, dear. Let it happen. Here..." with that, she leans further over and presses her boobs to Vivian's face. "That's it... much better."
But Vivian is hungry for something more. Through the mass of titmeat half suffocating her, she begs: "Misshesh sholiloquy... pleashe led me lickh your pusshy inshteadd..."
Mom is a bit taken aback, and glances Ms. Carte's way for guidance. Ms. Carte is sitting on a chair off to the side, and Whitney is standing on it -- feet straddling Ms. Carte's thighs -- so Ms. Carte can suck on Whitney's taut tomboy holes. But Ms. Carte pulls herself off her daughter's tan butt just long enough to nod at Mom. "Vivian eats pussy like her life depends on it. Go ahead, try her..."
"It's true!" Whitney affirms. "She's really super good at it! The best!"
That's all the permission Mom needs. She stands tall again, nipples dripping milk, and assesses the geometry of the situation. Seeing you pounding Vivian's itsy bitsy twat with such one-minded determination, she knows she can't possibly ask for you to change position. Nothing to help it, then. She has to hike one leg way up, like a bitch on a leash taking a piss, propping her foot on the opposite side of Vivian's head. This lets her half-squat, half-stoop, and lower her sopping mommyhole onto Vivian's waiting mouth. Vivian doesn't hesitate before beginning to lap at Mom's pussy and ass. Mom is suitably impressed. She moans lowly to herself as she rides out a couple quick, spurting, juicy orgasms. The smell of her cum is overpowering, sweet and dirty at the same time, and goads you to thrust even harder inside Vivian.
Mom startles when, without warning, a visitor arrives. Anna has had her fill of squirting cum down Rose's throat and choking Cerise to a near stupor. Now she grips the side of the table, tilts her head back, and helps Vivian lap at Mom's fuckholes. Mom squeezes her milky tits together, rubbing the nipples excitedly, as she basks in this dual oral service. These two small, skinny, over-pale girls feed on her cream like hungry kittens. Mom loves it. "Eat up, you two... you need to eat more, you know... let mama feed you..." Mom is babbling and gyrating her hips, lost to pleasure. But her eyes are firmly peeled on you: on your straining forearms, pecs, and shoulders, on your wagging hips, and on your thick cock plowing Vivian's unbelievably tight gash. Mom loves nothing more than seeing her baby fuck. She's hooked on watching you sperm fertile cunts with your fertile seed.
Your Roses occupy themselves with double dildos. That's double dildos, plural: they have one each in all six of their cum-holes. It's a marvel, really: their meaty legs entwined with one another as they sit on the floor, a flamingo pink translucent rubber dick bridging their puffy pussies, a deep purple rubber dick bridging their tender assholes. They hump lightly back and forth on the toys while, up above, bridging their bulging throats, is a flesh-colored rubber dildo that's the longest of all. There's a little bit of residual jealousy between them that fuels them to delight in making the other gag horribly. But, hugging each other, their fat tits mashed together, the only leverage each has to force the ersatz cock down the other's throat is to push their own face further forward -- to gag themselves, as well. It isn't long before they make all three of the double dildos disappear entirely inside their bodies. They lock lips and retch and heave and cum and writhe.
Cerise is at your back. She kisses you from behind, making you twist your head to meet her lips. Meanwhile she frigs herself. "I wanna see it," she begs. "I wanna see you cum inside her..."
"Me too," Mom sighs. By now she's bouncing on Vivian and Anna's faces like a pogo stick. Milk dribbles down her breasts. "Cum inside her... make sure she's pregnant!"
You feel the intense heat of arousal rising within you -- somehow, even by this point, your cock is only getting harder, bigger, and leakier. A man with a mission, bidden on by your mother and sister, you start jackhammering in and out of Vivian. She screams, but the screams disappear into your Mama's cunt and can barely be heard. Anna, underneath Mom too, is absolutely dripping with Mom's sweet-smelling cum. So is the tabletop, and the remnants of dinner. Cerise tickles your balls the way Ms. Carte did, kneading them, trying to coax out another hot load. Vivian's pussy spasms.
Thrusting in and out of this sloppy little hole has the paradoxical effect of both soothing and frustrating the horny itch in your cock. You swing your hips like an animal but get yourself no closer to real relief -- instead, every pump just impels you to pump a bit harder and faster on the next swing of your hips, trying to get even deeper into Vivian's pussy. Fucking her feels amazing, but only on the outside of your cock: the foreskin and shaft and sensitive head. It cannot scratch the more insistent itch deep inside, the itch in the meaty, spongy tissue of your penis. No amount of pounding can do that, although you try with the frenzy of a man driven insane. You hug her close and fuck on top of her like you're trying to break her to pieces. Your cock twitches in desperate need, pulsing and throbbing and expanding despite the vicelike pressure of Vivian's fuckhole. Still that itch remains. This is pleasure transmuted into pain -- the kind of awesome sexual pain that feels too good to quit. You wouldn't think of quitting. You wouldn't be physically able to quit. Fucking Vivian might feel so good that it literally hurts, but quitting now would be truly horrific agony. Nothing in the world could ever make you stop gyrating on top of this little girl. Not if a bomb went off, not if you had a heart attack, not if she started begging and crying for you to stop. Because you're so close to the one and only thing that will scratch the itch in your cock. The sweet sensation of your muscles finally loosening in orgasm. A mind-melting shudder in your dick that soothes all lust -- beginning with a warning tremor underneath the root, which rapidly intensifies and then ripples through the length of your cockshaft in joyous sinusoidal quivers, as the sperm races up your shaft and deposits itself into Vivian's baby room with a series of wet spurts.
This ejaculation, the most voluminous of all, sets off a chain reaction. Cerise rubs the cum out of her pussy, behind you, spraying your back with her sisterly fluids. Seeing her children cum so hard, Mom cums on the young girls serving her, wailing incoherently as she nearly drowns them. Similarly, watching Vivian get creamed makes both Whitney and Ms. Carte cum on each other too. Whitney loses her balance on the chair, falls with a soft "oof" into Ms. Carte's lap: they begin to kiss and writhe sweatily against each other as they watch this denouement.
Rose and Rose pull back from each other's lips, letting the slimy dildo slip from their mouths and plop into their laps between them. Leaning away from each other, bracing themselves on their palms, they start to fuck, and cum wetly on each other's bodies, as if trying to mark territory.
It's a pretty big mess.
As the various sweaty pairs dislodge from one another, dripping cum and caked with streaks of chocolate, the realization that the dining room is a disaster area begins to dawn. Chairs are tipped over, dishes are strewn, food is everywhere. Who's going to clean up?
Your little sister is the first to mention it. "We have so much dinner left over..." she mutters. Her voice is raspy from having a dick down her throat for much of the past half hour, and her eyes are red with tears. "We can't really put it in the fridge, either, huh?" She's right about that. What's left of the brownies is smeared and scattered all over the table, mixed up with cum and other bodily fluids. Not exactly the kind of thing you cover with saran wrap and stick in the refrigerator.
Whitney offers an idea: "let's finish it all up now."
You quirk an eyebrow at her.
"C'mon, Ally..." she says, "help me get your Mom on the table."
"Now -- wait a second!" Mom sputters. But you and Whitney are simpatico, and make things quick. Together you each get an arm around her and drag her to the table. She kicks and struggles, but no use. You force her onto her back, and the other girls get the idea too: you all begin to lather Mom's body with the remains of the food. Her soft stomach, her softer breasts, her legs and arms -- you smear her all over with the gooey chocolate. Between her thighs, under her tits, even across her pretty face.
Mom eventually stops fighting, and just lets you animals have your way. Like that, Mom herself has become tonight's dessert. This sugary dessert, tainted with drugs, and commingled with cum and sweat, is a dangerous admixture. If you guys keep eating, it'll set off another round of fucking just as depraved as what came before. You all realize this -- even the ones who didn't know they'd been drugged -- it's easy to deduce that the food had an intimate connection to how you all got horny at the same time. None of you care. Your lips meet Mom's feet, Cerise's meet her mouth; Ms. Carte licks her inner thighs while Whitney nurses on Mom's cunt. Your little sister swabs her tongue across Mom's belly. Anna and Rose lick her tits. Vivian has her face buried in Mom's armpit. It's all mouths on deck, and Mom is moaning deliriously while she gets eaten. The next time you cum, it'll be inside her pussy -- and all your other girls will be watching eagerly.