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KELSEY Dad spun me around like a weighed nothing at all, and before I even had a chance to take a choking breath, my face was stuffed between my sister’s cheeks, my mouth meeting her yawning anus. My skirt was hiked up to my hips, my cheeks were forcibly spread, and I felt Dad’s organ hot against my anal button, ready to open me, ready to give me what I craved. He didn’t. He slid his tip down my taint, pressed it to my slit, and surged into me, reaming my womanly channel, parting my saturated walls and invading me to the cervix. My body surged forward, and I was suffocated with my sister’s ass, my nose filled with her scent, my mouth filled with her taste. I tried to catch a desperate breath, but his foot was suddenly on the back of my head, flattening the hat against my crown, pushing me into the stinking suppleness Hardcore of Josie’s crack, Big Boobs giving my mouth only one option. “You said it was delicious, Kelsey!” Dad growled, grinding his heel into the back of my head, “So eat it all, and don’t you dare waste a morsel!” His hand came down hard on my ass, sending electric pain deep into my nethers, “Bad girls who waste their food get punished!” I squealed in agony and ecstasy, riding that line at life’s perfect edge, reveling in his anger, wallowing in my debasement. I wrapped my lips around Josie’s swollen rim, and sucked it with a voracity, pushing my tongue into the membranous sphincter before breaking through to taste her at the source. Oh, she was decadent! Daddy linked my ponytails into his hand and pulled my head in contest with his pushing foot, the roots searing against my scalp, making my eyes water. His other hand came down on my ass, sending another blast pain into me, the tendrils of sensation mingling with the torture of my stuffed channel, harmonizing with the pleasure of my raw nerves singing out every time his cock pressed along them. In and out, in and out; he exited me with each retreat, making my slit close only so that it can be split open again, making me feel his raping entry over, and over, and over, and oh god, it was good! He kept hitting me, slapping in time with his thrusts, harder and harder, faster and faster, using me, trying to break me open! I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t see! I could only taste and writhe, caught in a maelstrom of sensations, attempting to escape, attempting to grind harder, attempting to pull away, and attempting to take him deeper! Riding that line for all it was worth, lurching between their bodies, my tongue moving frantically to lather my sister’s shithole, to translate just a fraction of my ecstasy into her. She pressed back against me, her moans filling my ears, a discordant duet with my father’s blowjob grunts and growls, the slapping of facial flesh giving rhythm to what was becoming a crescendo, rising, rising, building, building, frantic with the notes of the music being played from the speakers, the guitars screaming, the drums beating, an auditory chaos of insanity to give voice to our terrible interracial lust! He was fucking me like a jackhammer, beating my cheeks, forcing my head into my sister’s ass with his full body weight, angling my pelvis high so that he could drive without resistance. God, he was hitting that spot… that spot that turned my legs to jelly, that turned my insides to mush, that opened me to welcome him deeper so that he could ravage every vulgar inch of me! Oh god, deeper, deeper, deeper, harder, harder, harder, yes, yes, yes! “Fuck!” I heard him growl. His cock was pulsating inside me, the thin-skinned rod radiating with the imminence of release, scorching through me. I was right there with him, my insides wracked with spasms, contracting and convulsing, his cock pushing against the back of my pussy, rubbing those nerves raw, igniting the fire within me. I mindlessly consumed my sister’s filth, my eyes rolled back, all thought becoming nothing but the transient messages of flesh and invasions, of pain and pleasure driving through me, taking me, enslaving me! With a final roar, he pressed himself to me, driving my face down with his foot, his cock buried all the way, throbbing wildly. He exploded inside me, erupting into my womb, sating Brunette my abused inner-flesh with his seed. I came a second later, the pressure building past the critical point, turning me into a trembling bridge about my elbows and knees, my juices saturating my thighs. I could only mouth stupidly around my rectal meal, enduring the great pleasure, frozen in the same paralysis that had taken Josie. Why was it so good? What was wrong with us? But these were questions Josie and I had long ago forsaken the answers to. They were questions our dearest father was undoubtedly about to ask himself. As I felt his nectar soak into my insides, I noticed the way he drooped against me, the way his decelerating breaths began to tremor with realization. Now was the critical moment. RYAN Oh my god, what have I done? I stumbled backward, my cock slipping out of Kelsey, leaving her petals to constrict lazily about her yawning glossy slit. She turned back over her shoulder, her expression that of immeasurable satisfaction, none of the challenge left in it. I fell against the arm of the couch, and slid into the cushion, the picture of what I’d done to my daughters searing its way into my brain. Kelsey. Josie. 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