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As I watched, she came, groaning, and I saw her love dripping off the stool, adding to the puddle on the floor. "Oh, dad. You have to come see this, it's perfect." I moved behind my daughter, letting my erection rest against her back and my hands moved around and held her handful breasts. "Oh fuck, that's nice. But look at what I found." It was that site that has hundreds of subsites, you know the one. Sam had the incest pages open. Stories of siblings, mom, and son, dad and daughter, cousins, uncles. Seemed like the whole world is fucking family. Of course, my cock twitched.

The wet squelching sounds were absolutely obscene. “You’re such a disgusting little fist slut,” she laughed. “Taking my whole hand like a cheap whore. I bet Maya would die if she saw her best friend getting fisted by her big sister.” The dirty talk sent me over the edge again. I came violently around her fist, my pussy gushing and squirting all over her arm and the bed. Lena kept fisting me through it, drawing out the orgasm until I was sobbing with pleasure. She finally pulled her hand out slowly, leaving my cunt gaping wide open. She brought her soaked fist to my mouth.

While I was shocked by his declaration, I couldn't deny that hearing it turned me on. My twin sister Sarah and I had committed incest many times during our wild college days as roommates... the boys were always so turned on to see twins making out, sisters eating each other... often eating each other's cream pies, following one of our many foursomes. "We both know you want my dick. You've wanted it ever since I... fake accidentally... sent you that pic," he said, as I felt his dick twitch against my ass with a confidence I hadn't seen from him before... well, except while he was pounding Joan just now.

Oanez let out a guttural sound from the back of her throat as Aleric stepped trailed and slipped a finger inside Oanez's wide open p*ssy. Then the old woman laid on the floor, and she watched as her husband mounted her, his manhood disappearing and up into the woman, and appearing seconds later. Horror, fear, anger, and disgust held her in place as they continued their tryst. Dimly, she became aware that the other witches in the hall were now engaged in different sexual acts of their own. "Wanna Join, cunt?" laughed a witch in her face as another stopped dove n and began to s*ck the woman's

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“They start on my breasts, Father. Squeezing them, pinching my nipples until they ache. Then they slide down my stomach… between my legs. Rubbing my… my cunt. Pushing fingers inside while I moan.” “Good girl,” he murmured, and I heard the rustle of his cassock like he was adjusting himself. “Keep going. Do you imagine these hands belonging to someone forbidden? Do you get wet thinking about it?” “Yes,” I whispered, my voice shaking. “So wet. I rub my clit in circles until I come, imagining a man holding me down, filling me up even though I know it’s wrong. I feel so dirty afterwards but I can’t stop.” The screen door clicked. He stepped out of his side and opened mine, towering over me.

I joke. “We’ve been roommates for almost five years, asshole. I can’t help but know what you look like,” he deadpans. “Come on. Do it.” “No fucking way,” I say. “Scared you can’t hack it?” Axl asks. “No. I just don’t want to do it.” “Do you have any idea how much I can make in a night?” “Can’t be that much,” I quip. He says the amount, and my jaw drops. “Seriously?”

It was the least I could do for her bringing daddy and me back together again, and too for teaching me the delights of girl/girl sex. That queen sized bed rocked, rolled, creaked, and banged against the wall all night long as we continued our incestuous orgy into the wee hours of day break before falling asleep from sheer exhaustion. Me with daddy's cock in my mouth, and the two of them each with a mouth full of soiled sweaty daughter, or sisterly furburger to munch on in their sleep.

The head of his cock pushed between my pussy lips. “Daddy, this is what people do when they get ready to have sex.” I gasped at him desperate to get it out. He loomed over me. His eyes shot from between my legs to my face. “And where did you see people having sex?” I swallowed hard and felt my face heat up even more. When I didn’t answer right away, he growled. His big hands lifted my leg to slap my ass. “Answer me.” I gulped but whispered. “Ashley showed me a movie she stole from her brother. It was people having sex because the guy’s penis was going inside the girl’s...” I paused. I couldn’t say it. It was so nasty.

We separated just in time as voices approached from outside. Later, during a family lunch on the patio, I sat beside her under the table’s cover. While our parents discussed neighborhood events, my hand rested on her thigh, sliding higher until my fingers brushed against her panties. Stella gripped her fork tightly, maintaining a composed smile as I teased her folds through the fabric. The risk heightened every sensation. She returned the favor subtly, her hand grazing my erection under the tablecloth, stroking me lightly and driving me to the edge of control. The forbidden aspect consumed me this was my stepsister, the girl I was supposed to treat as family, yet here we were, entangled in s