Chapter 136: [136] Next one

SQUIRT— SQUIRT— SQUIRT—

Thick, creamy, forceful jets of young-girl cum exploded out of Lara’s spasming, overstretched pink hole in powerful pulses, spraying directly against the fat, purple head of Daniel’s cock that was plugging her broken faucet of a cunt. Her womb entrance fluttered and gaped wetly around the invading cockhead, sucking and milking him with desperate, rhythmic, greedy contractions that tried to pull him even deeper.

Daniel’s head pushed back even harder against Marcella’s soft tits. A deep, guttural groan tore from his throat—

"Angh~! Fuuuck—!"

—and then a thick, heavy, scalding burst of cum erupted from his cock. Rope after thick, viscous rope of his heavy baby-batter blasted straight into her baby-making room, flooding her womb until it had nowhere else to go. The excess was forced back down around his shaft, mixing with her own transparent juices into a twisted, filthy cream. That combined slime rubbed continuously between her soft, fluttering walls and the veiny meat of his cock, giving both of them endless waves of wet, sticky, skin-on-skin friction. Her cunt gripped him like a vice, pink lips stretched thin, white and glossy around the thick base, while thick rivers of their mixed cum poured out of their joined bodies, soaking his pelvis, heavy balls, stomach, and the sheets beneath them in a growing, glistening puddle that made soft wet sounds every time either of them moved.

A full-body, bone-deep shudder of absolute, filthy pleasure ripped through Lara. Her skin flushed with a deep, glowing post-fuck heat that made her look almost mature, the first visible mark of Daniel’s potent seed beginning its work inside her. Her entire body shivered violently. Light-headedness and total energy drain crashed over her at the same time.

This was her fifth orgasm, and Daniel’s second.

At Marcella’s earlier order she had already turned back around so she was facing Daniel and Marcella again. Marcella wanted to study every micro-expression on the young girl’s face while being thoroughly bred.

Lara’s soft, emptied, cum-drunk body collapsed forward like a ragdoll. Her sweaty, glistening front pressed fully against Daniel’s hot, flushed chest. Her firm young tits molded and flattened against his hard muscles like soft, warm dough, nipples dragging across his skin. The thick, musky, sweaty scent of pure manliness rose in invisible pink curls and flooded her nostrils, forcing another deep, involuntary shudder and a tight, milking clench of her cum-filled walls that dragged another thick moan out of Daniel. Her parted lips kept leaking hot, ragged, spit-stringed breaths onto his collarbone and chest. She rested her chin against him and looked up at his flushed face with hazy, unfocused eyes.

His eyes were staring down at her with the same dark hunger he had fucked her with in the bathroom... but this time there was something else mixed in.

Genuine concern. Soft, fatherly worry.

Even though she was far gone, reduced to a trembling, leaking shell of pure lust and cock-hunger, she could still feel his emotions bleeding directly into her through the intimate connection of his cock still buried to the root inside her freshly-creamed cunt.

The worry was for her. Had her mother arrived at the hospital yet? Had she been treated? Was Lara overdoing herself? Should she stop before she broke?

Because of that gentle, fatherly concern, he couldn’t fully lose himself in the tight, spasming, cum-filled heat of his daughter’s cunt.

His teary, half-lidded eyes looked at her. His pink lips parted and a warm, gentle breath leaked out along with a voice so soft it felt like being wrapped in a thick blanket woven from a thousand warm, heavy cocks, all carrying his scent, all piercing her at the same time while she slept peacefully among them.

The filthy vision flashed through her completely hazy, dumb mind and made her flush a deep, burning crimson. Her eyes were glazed and empty of everything except residual pleasure. Involuntarily her body tried to spasm and glide upward, rubbing her sweaty, soft skin and flesh against his, but she had zero strength left. Her arms and legs were completely useless.

Then a soft but merciless hand suddenly fisted a thick handful of her sweat-damp hair and yanked her upright with brutal force. A thousand tiny points of fire ignited across her scalp.

Her leaking, cream-stuffed cunt was dragged upward along his shaft. The thick, thoroughly soaked length slid out of her inch by inch, shiny and slimy with their mixed cum so heavily coated that the original slime would have died of shame. With a wet, filthy, audible pop the swollen, purple head finally left her body. Her gaping pink hole immediately clenched and shot a small, thick, creamy squirt that splattered against the side of his cockhead, making it bob and glisten in the air.

Anna could only watch, broken and helpless, as her best friend’s freshly-fucked, gaping, cream-leaking pussy dripped their dirty, combined fluids onto her daddy’s stomach in thick, sticky strands. Rage was already coiling hot and violent inside her chest... but even stronger than the rage was the thick, humiliating, stomach-churning lust that gripped her own virgin cunt like a fist. Her eyes dropped against her will. She saw the dark, spreading wet patch on the fabric between her thighs — the steady, shameful stream of her own cunt juices that had been leaking the entire time. Fine, shiny lines of cunt juice trailed down her smooth inner legs and soaked into the chair.

She was hot. Horny. Needy. And soaking wet.

And she hated nothing more in the entire world than the fact that watching her daddy get used by her best friend had done this to her body.

Anna hated Lara for cucking her and fucking the daddy she loved most.

Anna hated Daniel’s thick cock for standing so proudly erect for another girl’s hole and for daring to pump its heavy load into a cunt that wasn’t hers.

But more than either of them, she hated herself.

If she had never asked for that stupid date, none of this would have happened. She wouldn’t be sitting here with her thighs pressed tightly together, trying and failing to stop the continuous stream of her own juices, feeling excited, thrilled, and sickeningly, disgustingly aroused while watching her daddy get "raped" in front of her.

She was the worst kind of daughter.

Fresh, hot tears streamed down her face and into her open mouth, not tears of hatred for Lara, but of pure, crushing self-loathing.

How could she feel these things? How could she press her thighs tighter just to hide the evidence of her arousal? How could the fine, warm trails of her own cunt juice running down her legs feel so shamelessly, addictively good?

Marcella finished pulling Lara up until the younger girl’s swollen, spit-shiny mouth hovered just above Daniel’s. Her voice came soft, smooth, and throaty, dripping with motherly amusement.

"If you want to kiss him... then kiss him. Nothing feels better than kissing your Daddy right after he’s thoroughly bred your little womb. Your mommy fully supports you."

The words alone were so filthy that Anna’s empty cunt clenched hard enough to hurt and leaked another warm gush. Her eyes turned completely misty.

Lara needed no further encouragement.

Her little mouth shot forward with full, desperate abandon. Her sweet, young lips crashed against Daniel’s. The moment their mouths met, both of them felt a sharp, electric jolt race straight down their spines and into their still-connected lower bodies.

Their hot, heavy, spit-laden breaths mixed with the overwhelming, musky scent of pure debauchery that filled the room. Lara immediately thrust her small, greedy tongue deep into his soft mouth, sucking on his tongue, coiling around it, lapping and devouring with wet, loud, filthy smooches and lewd sucking sounds. It wasn’t a normal kiss.

It was a hungry, newly-bred animal feasting on tender meat, wet, sloppy, possessive, saliva-stringed, and completely unrestrained.

Marcella quite enjoyed the wet, filthy, audible symphony of their kissing, the loud smooches, the lewd sucking, the soft wet clicks of tongue on tongue. A soft, satisfied, motherly smile played on her plump lips as she gently stroked Lara’s sweat-damp, tangled hair.

"That’s wonderful, dear," she murmured in a warm, throaty, intimate voice. "Let out every single one of your dirty little desires. It’s a daddy’s and mommy’s sacred duty to fulfil every filthy want their daughters have."

Hearing those words only drove Lara deeper into the kiss. She forced her small tongue even further into Daniel’s mouth, kissing him with such hungry, desperate force that even he squirmed beneath her. Their noses rubbed together. Hot, ragged, spit-laced breaths shot into each other’s open mouths between the loud, wet, obscene sounds.

Then Marcella turned her gleaming, deranged eyes toward Kira.

Her voice dropped into something low, teasing, breathy, slutty, and dominant,

"Now, dear... why don’t you bring that little dripping, twitching cunt of yours over here... and ride my Danny’s thick cock next?"

Anna’s thighs slammed shut so violently the chair creaked. Her head whipped around, eyes wide with pure panic.

"What the hell are you talking about?! Isn’t one enough?! And you have nothing you can blackmail Kira with!! So just shut your mouth and get lost!"

Marcella’s smile only widened, soft and pitying.

"Oh, dear... not everyone needs a reason to sin. Sometimes people do it out of pure greed... need... want... craze... pure madness. And right now every single soul in this room shares the exact same objective."

Her eyes flicked down to Daniel’s thick, cream-coated, still-throbbing cock that glistened obscenely under the warm light, a thick strand of mixed cum still slowly dripping from the tip onto his stomach.

"My Danny’s thick cock. So why don’t you ask your friend over there yourself... whether she would like a turn or not."

"Not everyone is a disgusting slut like you!"

Anna screamed, then spun her head toward Kira with forced confidence—

—only for the air to freeze solid in her throat.

Kira was a trembling, breathing, dripping mess.

Her eyes were half-lidded, glassy, and completely unfocused, locked onto Daniel’s throbbing, cum-smeared cock with naked, fixation. Her entire body was flushed a deep, burning crimson from her cheeks down to her chest. Her full young breasts rose and fell in rapid, visible shudders that never stopped. The fabric between her tightly pressed thighs was completely soaked through and darkened; thin, shiny, continuous streams of her own clear juices ran openly down both smooth inner legs and had already formed a small, shameful, glistening puddle on the floor beneath her chair. Her nipples were stiff peaks clearly visible through her clothes.

Anna stared in pure, horrified shock.

Kira was soaking wet from watching their best friend rape her father.

"KIRAAA!! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!" Anna snapped, voice cracking with betrayal and panic.

Marcella’s grin turned positively predatory, eyes gleaming with delight.

The loud, sharp scream right beside Kira’s ear finally jolted her out of her deep, cock-filled haze. She blinked rapidly, looking around in stunned, disoriented silence, lips still slightly parted and shiny with saliva.

"Ye-s... ye-s... Anna? Ah... yes?" Her voice was soft, breathy, and dazed. Her eyes were still wide and frantic, still glassy with residual lust. She had been so deep inside her own filthy fantasy imagining herself in Lara’s place, bouncing on that thick cock that she had completely lost track of the real world.

Anna couldn’t believe how far gone her friend already was.

"You’re not going to fuck MY daddy... right?" Anna asked, deliberately ignoring the wrecked, slutty expression still painted across Kira’s flushed face and the obvious wet patch spreading between her thighs.

"Yeeee-sss... I mean... No... Angh~!" Kira bit her own tongue hard in her panicked attempt to speak too fast. A tiny, helpless, needy moan still escaped her throat and made her blush even deeper.

Anna’s lips twitched. She forced a broken, taunting, desperate smile onto her face and turned back toward Marcella as if she had somehow won.

Marcella didn’t look disappointed in the slightest.

Instead she tilted her head, long hair shifting, and spoke to Kira in a soft, knowing, gentle voice that was somehow more terrifying than any threat.

"Are you sure, darling?"

Kira’s head shook left and right in a frantic, ... then, realising something, she suddenly nodded up and down with wide, terrified eyes while sneaking a sideways glance at Anna’s furious expression, making Anna visibly flinch.

Marcella’s smile turned deep intimate understanding.

"Darling... you just need a little reason, don’t you?"

Then she calmly picked up the television remote again and tapped the power button with a soft click.

She had turned the TV off earlier so the noise wouldn’t disturb the previous pairing session.

The moment the black remote rose in her elegant hand, every heart in the room slammed violently against its ribcage, especially Kira’s.

A single terrified thought exploded inside Kira’s mind like a gunshot,

Did... did she do something to my mother?

Her entire body suddenly felt as though it had been dropped into a freezing black sea.