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“You’re so fucking good at this… ahh, Mila.” I alternated between them, sucking one while stroking the other, my chin and chest getting messy with saliva that dripped down in shiny strands. The room filled with the wet, filthy noises of my mouth and their heavy breathing. Gluck… slurp… mmmphhh… “You like having two cocks, don’t you?” Sean asked, voice low and rough. “Tell us.” I pulled off Jason with a loud, wet pop and gasped for air, my lips swollen and shiny. “Yes Daddy, I love it…” I breathed, licking slowly up Sean’s thick shaft. “I want more. I want you both inside me.”

He slammed back inside me from behind, one hand fisting my hair, the other spanking my ass hard. I came again, screaming as my pussy clenched around his thick cock. Uncle Rajesh kept fucking me without mercy. He pulled my hair, spanked me, and whispered dirty things in my ear until he finally groaned loudly and came deep inside me, filling my pussy with hot, thick cum. He stayed inside me for a long time, breathing heavily against my neck. Then he kissed my shoulder softly and whispered, “This is only the first night, beta. Your father will be gone for many days… and I am going to fuck you every single night until you can’t walk properly.”

“Just like my baby girl. We exist to take the family cock and get knocked up.” I whimpered back, voice breaking, “Mommy… I want Daddy or Uncle to knock me up like they did with you…” That set them off. They started unloading inside us nonstop. Thick, hot ropes of cum flooded my pussy, then Mom’s, overflowing and dripping down onto my tits and face. The wet, sticky sounds and the strong smell of fresh semen filled the air. Grandpa Harlan was the roughest. He fucked Mom’s ass viciously while I licked his balls, the salty sweaty taste on my tongue. Then he switched and pumped a massive, pulsing load straight into my womb while Mom held my legs wider.

The rest of the time my cock is either in her pussy or up her asshole running its full length back and forth. It's lucky Grandma is too old to have any more children, otherwise we would be overrun with brats. But I loved to fill up her womb with my seed irregardless. She loved it too. When we fucked we talked about making babies and how good it was to cum right into her cunt without a condom as many times as I wanted. Grandma told me she loved the feeling of my cock hardening even more, stretching out, and pumping cum into her pussy. It sent her over the edge to have my meat come alive inside her and spit out its fluid into her innards. She dreamed about become impregnated with my baby. She

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The crowd murmured in agreement. "I want to tell you all a story," Grandpa began, a twinkle in his eye. "One of love, passion, and the kind of connection that can only be described as...electric." I rolled my eyes and whispered in my fiancé's ears. "He is going to spend the next thirty minutes narrating the tale of his and Grandma's fairytale romance." River giggled, the kind of giggle that tickled my heart. Heart? Heart? Seriously? I meant, crotch!

“I don’t need a visual of you shaking your dick in some poor girl’s face.” He laughs. “You should try it.” “No way would he do it,” Quinton says from the chair, his attention focused on the hockey game. “More like no way would you do it,” I shoot back, giving him a pointed look. “Hey, the ladies like their dark men thick,” he says, rubbing his hand over his not-that-thick belly. “Trust me, I don’t need to dance at bachelorette parties to get the goods.” “You’re both pathetic,” I say. “I would have thought that our days of university were behind"

The people of Rue City could not say no about Grandma going to tell her life story because they all felt happily jealous of my grandparents’ relationship and that they were waiting for this moment since the Strawberry’s Coffee Shop was built when they first met them. Grandma clears her throat and sighed deeply before she started. “I used to write love stories wherein I make the female ones to die in the end so that the male ones would suffer extreme pain till they die with their broken stone hearts. . . .because I was mad of all the love stories I heard in the world that boys couldn’t turn into a man because of their stupid lusts!” she sounded angry when she said the last two words. She inha

Cordelia – “Oh nonsense dear! I realize you two were making out and, believe me, I am sure you know how to conceive children. I made out with my husband as well, and I was just thinking about having sex with him in Redwood Alpha's office.” Alexander choked; his grandmother has always been overly informative about her sexual life. “Grandmother, seriously, no child wants to know what their parents or grandparents do sexually, it is just wrong!” I see my grandmother shake her head and laugh at my discomfort, sometimes I think she likes this to purposely embarrass me.

He wasn’t just having sex; he was marking his territory. “Tell me,” he demanded, his pace increasing. “Tell me you’re my whore.” The words were filthy, degrading. And they ignited something deep and shameful in me. “I’m your whore, Sir,” I moaned, the admission sending a fresh wave of heat through my veins.