Kneeling on all fours I offered my ass to him, peering into the hall I caught a glimpse of Annie; “You’ve seen the pictures I’ve shown you of Adam, are you going to let his monster stretch my pussy for you? Would you let me walk around with his cum running down my legs? What if he ruins my perfect ass with that monster of his and your little cock just slips out?”
“If he wants this tight ass of yours, you are to give it to him, you are his mother. You have to take care of the needs of your family. Or do you want to wind up like your mother, a shriveled, pruned up old bitch?”
I felt every little bump as Mark pierced my hot pussy, I cooed and gasped for air as he pumped in and out of me.
Edging myself all day had made me cock crazy, I didn’t have to exaggerate the rush that Marks great tool was giving me.
I wagged my ass, getting every last bit of him in, deep, tears of joy and sweat were running down my face while pussy juice was slipping down my thighs.
Mark grunted, groaned, cursed and kept on coming at me. Mauling my tits while he fucked me from behind, making me feel like I was in the arms of a wild animal.
“When I get my cock in that little minx, I’m going to show her the stars. I’m going to make her squeal like her mother does and have her returning for more…”
I was at the end of my wits, and I was squealing on the end of his cock.
We were all wet and shiny from sex, his skin was gliding over mine, the only friction being between his enormous prick and my tight pussy.
I felt contractions in my ass, before Mark pushed his thumb in and threw me into oblivion.
I really did squeal, in pleasure from my climax. I felt my pussy throbbing around his stiff member and my ass grabbing at his thumb. My mouth was gaping, hoping for something to suck on, as waves of desire washed over my tense body.
Mark felt me cumming, he grabbed me by the ass and held me firmly as he conducted the harmony of my bliss with his magic stick.
With steady strokes, he kept me riding high on the waves of my orgasm.
As I would slip down a crest he pumped me back up again. I was surfing the perfect wave with no shore in sight. The rush going through me was incredible, and as usual I could take only so much, my tormented body just gave up and I fell to the floor.
Mark took matters into his own hands, again, and painted my back with his cum.
I felt every scorching drop landing on my skin, as I fell into my post orgasmic darkness.
It was dark, again, I was under the covers shaking, again, wet and slimy from sweat and cum, my favorite feeling.
As we performed for Annie last night, Mark brought up my time at home. The things that I told him in confidence about my life with my family.
It had brought back some pleasant, and the other kind of memories.
Resting in bed, in the dark of our chamber, I willfully recalled the nights in my childhood room. The nights when both my father and my brother would come in late at night and feed me their cum.
My mother was a prude, hopelessly religious, after having had me and my brother she ignored her sexuality. Always preaching to me about my ways, about the way I was dressed, about the company that I would keep.