Chapter 124: [124] Female Pervert!

Dirty, filthy, wet smooching sounds filled the air, mixed with Lara’s and Kira’s hysterical, panicked screams and the soft rattle of metal cuffs.

Then, with a long, filthy, wet POP, Marcella finally ripped her mouth away from Anna’s.

Her thick, spit-coated tongue took one last slow, deliberate, sweep along the swollen, glistening rim of the Anna’s red lips, collecting every strand of mixed saliva.

Anna slumped hard in the chair, eyes wide and glassy with disbelief, forced pleasure, and something darker she couldn’t name. Her mouth stayed fully open, jaw slack. Her heavy young chest rose and fell in deep, desperate gasps. Thick, shiny ropes of their combined spit overflowed from the corners of her lips like creamy pussy juice, running down her chin in sticky strands and dripping onto the upper swell of her still-exposed, heaving breasts.

Marcella stood up straight and stared straight down into the open, panting hollow of Anna’s mouth. The inside looked red, hot, swollen, and still pulsing. She wanted nothing more than to plunge back in and devour that little tasty, meaty mouth all over again, drink every drop of the young girl’s spit while watching her writhe and squirm helplessly under her body.

Anna’s mind was drowning in a thick, dirty haze of raw, forced pleasure. She had just been kissed, No!!, tongue-fucked, deeply and mercilessly. Marcella’s slimy muscle had invaded every corner, lapped every filthy inch, sucked on her tongue, her teeth, the roof of her mouth. Each wet lap and lewd slurp had sent violent waves of unwanted ecstasy straight down into her empty, clenching cunt. She felt hollow and starved inside her stomach, like she needed to be filled with something thick and hot.

"You—! What did you do to my Anna?! Why is she like this?!" Kira screamed, staring at her best friend with pure, boundless worry.

Anna’s mouth was still frozen open; little droplets of spit flew out with every shaky breath and landed on her own lips and flushed cheeks like a fish gasping for air.

"Oh dear... you can’t wait until Mommy finishes enjoying your big sister?" Marcella purred, voice thick with lust and dark amusement. Her hungry eyes moved slowly from Kira to Lara. Both girls felt their hearts slam violently — DHAK—DHAK.

"What are you talking about—"

Kira’s protest was cut short mid-word. Marcella took one quick step, bent her soft, curvy waist, and thrust her still-slimy, spit-soaked tongue straight into Kira’s soft, open mouth, sealing it in a deep, filthy, invasive lip-lock.

Kira’s eyes flew wide with pure shock and panic. Her small body thrashed violently against the chair; the metallic cuffs rattled like a machine gun. Thick tears spilled from her eyes and rolled down her temples as Marcella’s right palm pressed firmly over her young throat, forcing her neck to arch back and her mouth to open wider.

SLURRP—SMOOCH—CHU—CHU—

Thick, wet, dirty slurrpy sounds poured from their joined mouths. Kira’s thrashing slowly weakened as her body melted under the searing, tongue-fucking kiss. Marcella’s thick tongue worked like a living snake, scraping every sensitive inch raw, coiling around Kira’s smaller tongue, sucking hard before she finally pulled away with a long, wet pop. Two thick, shiny strings of saliva stretched between their lips and then broke, snapping against both their chins.

"What a sweet, tasty child~" Marcella muttered, slowly sweeping her tongue across her own spit-glossed lips, savouring Kira’s young flavour.

The next moment she moved behind Lara.

Lara’s heart was hammering dokey—dokey—dokey. Her entire face was already flushed deep crimson. Her eyes locked onto Marcella’s soft, red, plump, spit-shiny lips. Her throat burned dry. As Marcella stepped closer, Lara’s mouth began secreting so much saliva that a thin, shiny trail spilled from the corner of her lips and ran down her chin.

She didn’t fully understand it, but her body was already expecting , craving that same filthy, dirty, tongue-invading kiss. Marcella leaned in until their lips were only a breath apart. Hot, panting, spit-scented breaths washed over each other’s faces. Lara gulped hard, staring at the soft, mature features so close. Her own lips twitched open in invitation.

Marcella lowered her mouth just a fraction more... then stopped and simply stared down into the deep, heaving valley of Lara’s cleavage. She took a long, deep, audible sniff of Lara’s parted mouth, inhaling the young girl’s scent.

Lara couldn’t hold back any longer. Her mouth leapt forward to latch onto those mature lips only for Marcella to pull away at the exact last second with a dirty little smile.

Lara froze, eyes wide with shock and pure, dripping need, heaving as she stared into Marcella’s amused gaze.

Marcella’s elegant fingers traced slowly, sensually across Lara’s soft, parted lips, then dipped into the open, wet hollow of her mouth. She coated two fingers in the girl’s thick saliva, pulled them out glistening, and sucked on them obscenely exactly like a hungry child nursing on a mother’s fat nipple.

She sucked her fingers in and out, in and out, mimicking the wet, rhythmic motion of sucking a thick cock, deliberately teasing Lara further while the other two girls watched in stunned silence.

It just worked... perfectly.

A short, sharp, involuntary squirt leaked from Lara’s young pussy, streaming down her inner thighs and legs in filthy, creamy, glistening rivulets that caught the warm light.

"You came just for Mommy~" Marcella murmured, voice thick, sweet, and filthy.

The other two girls’ heads snapped toward Lara’s exposed thighs and the clear trails of fresh cum running down her legs. They instantly looked at Lara only to find her face lowered in deep, burning shame, staring hard at her own heaving breasts, trying to hide from their eyes.

But, before either of them could speak, Marcella circled around the chairs with swaying hips and came to stand in front of them, right beside the bed where Daniel still lay naked, hard, and leaking.

"Enough with the Mommy-and-daughter play~" she said, lips stretching into a deranged, excited, almost loving smile that sent a cold, wet shiver straight through all three cunts.

"How about we dive into the main dish...

Mommy and Daddy Play~!"

The moment Marcella said those words, she saw the older woman’s gaze flick hungrily, possessively toward Daniel’s thick, twitching, precum-smeared cock for a split second.

BADUMP—!

A heavy, ice-cold dread rose in Anna’s chest. She couldn’t name it yet, but she felt it deep in her bones, something bad, something very wrong and filthy that should never happen to anyone was about to happen. Her whole body went cold even as her cunt gave a traitorous little throb.

"What... are you doing?" Kira’s startled, high voice snapped Anna’s eyes back to Marcella.

Her breath caught hard in her throat.

Marcella reached behind her waist, untied the thin strings of the apron, and let it fall to the floor with a soft rustle. Then her fingers slowly unfastened the buttons of the bodice one by one. The fabric parted, revealing more and more creamy skin, and slid down her arms. She reached back, found the zipper of the long dress, and pulled it down with a long, deliberate ZRRRRR.

She slipped the entire blue-and-white uniform off her shoulders and let it fall. The heavy skirt pooled around her ankles in a soft heap.

The three girls’ breaths locked solid in their throats.

Their eyes locked onto the soft, fabric-covered, clearly puffy mound between Marcella’s thick, mature thighs. Thin white thigh-high stockings clung tightly to her long, sinful legs, framing the soft flesh. A white garter belt held up a fresh pair of white panties that were already slightly damp and translucent around the crotch. Her stomach was completely bare, soft, warm, and delicious. They could almost feel the heat radiating from her skin. Her tummy looked so soft and pillowy that all three of them instinctively wanted to bury their faces in it and sleep.Read ahead on my website lustchild.wordpress.com.

And then their eyes climbed higher.

Thick, unwanted saliva flooded their mouths at the same time.

A white bra stretched obscenely taut around a pair of massive, heavy K-cup breasts. The deep, dark line of cleavage was fully visible; the soft, creamy upper swells looked ready to spill out and smother someone at any second. Just the sight of that tight, strained confinement made it obvious how heavily those fat tits were being compressed and lifted.

Lara’s eyes stayed glued to those massive breasts. She could still feel the vivid memory of them smothering her entire face until she had wanted nothing more than to slap those fat, heavy tits over and over until they were a bruised, jiggling, red mess.

Marcella stood there in only the straining white bra, garter belt, thigh-high stockings, and damp panties, smiling that same deranged, motherly, completely filthy smile at the three bound, staring, dripping girls.