When I was in elementary school, on my way to school I saw a rat that had been run over by a car wheel, its insides ripped out, the dark red blood and pink guts gave off a disgusting stench, but I saw something that no one else could see…
Eighteen years later, I’m in charge of housekeeping at a hotel, a no-frills hotel on the outskirts of the city, off a wide eight-lane highway, where we provide food, lodging and absolute privacy.
When I first started, my boss told me that room 104 didn’t need to be tidy.
I found out later that no one had ever stayed in Room 104, which seemed to be uninhabitable for some reason…
Instead, I entered room 104 one night, using a copy of the key, and I immediately knew why the room hadn’t been let to a guest, because in the corner of the room, lurked a ghost.
It was a white child, probably only about 12 or 3 years old, and her bloodied face and torn clothing told me that she was the heroine of a rape and murder that happened here three years ago.
When she saw me, she immediately put on a horrible face, and made a lot of noise by making the kettle and pillows fly in the air. Fearing that others might hear, I pulled up the sheet, and pinned her to the bed, where she looked at me with a horror-stricken face; and, of course, no one had ever been allowed to touch her in the past, let alone pin her to the bed.
But as soon as I touched the girl’s spirit body, which I called it because she no longer had a body, the noise she was making fell silent along with the kettle in the air.
I pulled out the Kleenex from my breast pocket and wiped the blood stains off her face, though the Kleenex was still white.
I tore off her clothes, and as soon as I let go, those clothes slowly disappeared into the air like ice under a red sun.
I saw her flesh , and the sparse blonde pubic hair, and the well-developed, slightly shaped breasts with pink areolas.
The girl, or rather ghost girl, kept screaming, but unfortunately, I was the only one who could hear her, and her voice was beautiful.
I pushed my tongue deeper into her mouth, tasting the wet, cold, girlish lips and tongue, and she clenched her teeth hard, but despaired of being able to bite anything.
I smiled and let go of her hand as she pushed harder, but her hand went through my torso like a slide show while I was able to sit on top of her, cupping her breasts in both hands.
I grabbed her and said, “It seems like you died in the early hours of the next morning after being gang-raped all night by four big black men with a sharp blade across your throat, doesn’t it?”
I saw a long red crack on her neck, I ran my finger over it and it slowly healed: “That really defiles your beauty.”
The young girl still tried to escape, but I grabbed her legs and drove my rod into her narrow, cold cunt so hard that she let out a hiss of pain that nearly deafened me.
I thrust slowly, holding the young girl’s body, ignoring her pain, sucking on her progressively sweeter lips and tongue, playing with her breasts.
I whispered in her ear, “Being raped by four black men must be killing you, right?”
Then I smiled and said, “Wow! Sorry, no offense, but you’re dead. Oh!”
The look on that young girl’s face cannot be described in words, and you have to see for yourself that bleeding from seven holes is definitely not comparable to any horror movie.
I saw that her face was covered in blood again, so I picked up the sheet and wiped the blood clean, while saying, “Whoa, don’t be mad, even though I’m only one person, I’ll try to make up for the gap between those three.”
While turning her around and thrusting her in a behind position, I lay on top of her petite body, my eyes watched as she painfully bore my rod and my weight, but pushed hard to stab my rod into the deepest part of the girl every time, the glans could touch the soft uterine wall, and cool lewd water splashed out like a waterfall, but sadly disappeared in mid-air.
I laughed and said, “You like it, don’t you? You like it, don’t you? You like it when a man fucks your ass from behind, don’t you?”
I grabbed her breasts and she screamed out in pain, her upper body rising up and supporting herself on her knees as I thrust and re-thrust hard from behind her ass.
“Answer ah, dumb?” I jabbed the girl hard.
“No… I didn’t…” the girl finally spoke.
I pulled out my rod and rubbed her clit with my hand instead, saying, “No? Then what’s this pile of slutty water?
More than enough for two one-liter Coca-Cola bottles.”
“I really didn’t…”
I got angry and pushed the girl away from me, she was leaning against the bed, looking at me in fear, her flesh still dripping with lust.
I yelled down, “No lollipop for you then, lying girl!”
I started to masturbate in front of the girl, and I deliberately touched her face and mouth with my glans while stroking it up and down.
A new expression appeared on the girl’s face as obscene desire began to surface on her face, she opened her mouth and tried to suck on my rod, but I drew back and said, “You don’t like it do you?”
The girl’s eyes looked at me, she knew the answer I wanted, she bit her lip, her face flushed, and said, “I… I lied.”
I laughed out loud, “Hahaha! You’re such a bad girl, do you want to be punished?”
The girl looked happy and said, “Please… please punish me, punish me with your rod…”
I shoved my rod into her mouth and said, “Succubus! Lick my rod well, and then I’ll teach you a lesson!”
The girl meekly sucked on the rod with her cool tongue and stroked her balls with both hands, a 180 degree turn from a moment ago, so to speak.
After a short while, I ejaculated thick semen in the girl’s mouth, the girl shyly smiled and swallowed the delicious juice without missing a drop, the living’s semen is the best nutrient for ghosts.
She spread her legs lewdly, exposing her pink pussy, and said in an extremely obscene voice, “Are you coming to punish the lying girl? I need someone to beat me hard with a stick.”
The girl sucked on her finger, saliva slowly running down it, her other hand pumping in and out of her cunt, pulling it out when she did, savoring the taste of herself, the silken threads of lust floating in the air, slowly disappearing.
I was indifferent and laughed: “You haven’t told the truth yet, bad girl, do you like a man to penetrate from behind with a meat stick and fuck your kinky?”
The girl smiled cheekily, “I’ll be honest, will you still punish me with the rod?”
I said, “Of course, I’ll keep punishing you until dawn.”
The girl blushed, her eyes staring at my rod, slowly said: “No, I don’t like men to penetrate me from behind, I like them to penetrate me from all kinds of places, fuck me!”
As she spoke, she reached an intense orgasm, her lust spraying a good three meters away, only to disappear before it touched the floor.
I said angrily, “You slutty bitch, I’m going to teach you a lesson!”
I picked her up, her body weighing about as much as two pieces of Kleenex, her legs wrapped around my waist as I gripped her ass and slammed it hard. At this point if anyone else had seen it, they would have only seen me alone, naked, waving both hands up and down hard with a look of pleasure on my face.
But it was really, really good. I hadn’t fucked meat that good in a long time.
Quickly I ejaculated, deep into the girl’s womb, and I could see in the mirror in front of me how the creamy semen slowly disappeared in the air.
The girl her body trembled, the cold walls of flesh shuddered and contracted, and a huge amount of wet, cold lewd fluid sprayed onto me, which was a truly bizarre sensation.
After the girl recovered, we fought again on the bed, this time from behind, I grabbed her breasts, the breasts absorbed my cum, than just a little bigger. I sat on the girl’s thighs and spread her ass with both hands, letting my rod penetrate the girl with impunity, I whispered in her ear: “Slutty girl, do you like my rod? How does it feel to be fucked?”
The girl murmured, lost in thought, “It’s so good, I love it, I love being fucked.”
I asked again, “Succubus, do you like it when I fuck you every day?”
The girl whispered, “I’ll raise my ass every day as long as you like and let you penetrate me, fuck me, and cum. Ahhhhhh!”
She had another orgasm.
I continued to say to her: “From today, you are my slave, you have to be like a dog wagging its tail to me, only when I want, I will fuck you, you do not have the right to ask. Understand? If you understand, bark three times!”
The girl cried with joy: “Ahhh… My master, I am your slave, your bitch. Woof!
Woof! Woof!”
Satisfied, I shot another wave of kinky seed into the girl’s womb.
After half an hour, I left room 104 satisfied that I had shot countless loads of cum in and out of the girl’s mouth, inside, anally, and on her face, and I’m sure she loved the taste of me.
After work, I went back to my apartment and there were almost 12 messages on the phone, 10 of which were customers requesting me to perform an exorcism for them.
I only did part-time exorcisms on weekends and occasionally brought home a few fresh female ghosts to enjoy, and now with their voices calling me again in my ears, I walked towards the bedroom and turned on the light…
Several beautiful female ghosts hovered on the ceiling, and as soon as they saw me, they pressed themselves against me, screaming in their mouths in a voice that only I could hear: “Ah, my master, give us more semen!”
The night seems to last…
Author’s note: There may be a sequel…
Sequel to Hotel (?)
What’s so scary about ghosts?
Those horror movies are never made on a real basis because I haven’t met a second living person who can see human souls.
But if you could see it, you’d know that ghosts are very sad creatures, most of them don’t know they’re dead, they either forget who they are or they just know to follow behind some living person they loved so much in life.
A ghost knows that he is dead there are only two kinds of conditions, one is that he is going to disappear forever, the second is that he will begin to take revenge on the people who killed him, the death of the people more into the second kind, but the ghost can do is very limited, at most let a child’s tricycle in the sky to float on the great, let a person die or get sick in the absence of other people’s help a ghost is absolutely can’t do it.
Most ghosts disappear in less than three days after death, as he soon realizes that no one can hear or see him, and finally realizes that he is dead at the same time he remembers who he is, and disappears like a morning cloud in the sunlight.
If he hasn’t disappeared after three days, it means he’s usually completely forgotten who he is alive.
After that, depending on each ghost, some are automatically wiped out after a month, while others can last up to two or three years.
On Friday night, a mother with her daughter checked into 105, like they were going back to her mother’s house to see her grandparents; the woman’s husband was not there, probably divorced.
The girl and her mom had the same dark curly hair and were probably only 11 or 2 years old, their tired eyes closed weakly over their eyes as the woman dragged the child and her suitcase into the 105, it was 9pm.
I walked into 104 and the blonde girl came out from underneath the bed through the bedpan, reaching for my uniform pants with both hands while screaming, “Darn, what took you so long?”
I grabbed her right hand and said, “Go next door and tell me what they’re doing.”
The blonde girl, who was called Dorothy, a child prostitute who had been raped and murdered in 104, but said, “I thought you said you were going to keep me company today?”
I looked at her, pointed my finger in the direction of 105, and said, “Who is the master? You or me?”
Dorothy’s face showed defiance for a split second, but quickly collected herself and made her way through the wall and into 105.
When she came back, she was full of excitement and called out, “Master, she’s very pretty! Do you want to fuck them both?”
It’s a good thing I’m the only one who can hear it, or I’d be in big trouble.
“Tell me what they’re doing,” I said, “and keep your mouth shut.”
Dorothy wrapped her arms around my neck and stroked my rod through my clothes while murmuring in my ear: “My master, your slave saw the brunette in the bath and her daughter on the bed, already asleep.
They say they have to travel tomorrow and can’t get up early without it, so they need to go to bed early.”
I nodded my head, “Very good.”
Pulling down the zipper to reveal a stiff rod, Dorothy immediately delivered her fragrant, jade mouth, enveloping me in an eerie coolness as her tongue began to swirl around the glans and her teeth gently nibbled on the shaft.
I ejaculated quickly and Dorothy sucked it up blissfully, semen has little nutritional value for the living but for ghosts it is one of the necessities they rely on to survive.
Dorothy licked the rod attentively, as if trying to squeeze something more out of it.
I enjoyed Dorothy’s loyal service as I told her about my plans.
Twelve o’clock came and went, and there were only a few people left in the hotel still awake, Jack, who was on duty in the lobby, and two or three bored guests gathered around the television.
I quietly walked into 105, the door was unlocked, I looked around, no one was around, I quickly pulled the door open and entered the room.
There were two single beds on the left, an old television set on the right, and doors on the inside that led to the bathroom and toilet. I saw Dorothy’s faint blue light emanating from the dark space as she pointed to the beds on the left and then dug in.
I went to the side of the bed and slowly pulled up the bedclothes; without light, it was hard for me to see anything but the vague outline of a female body.
I stood aside, quietly listening to the sounds in the room, and gradually, underneath the breathing, was another sound that I was very familiar with, the sound of a vagina being stabbed, the sound of flesh and flesh as the flesh walls secreted their lustful juices down the woman’s slender fingers.
The woman’s breathing slowly became heavier, and I heard her whimpering, “Ahhh, harder, harder, deeper, ah… ha…”
I pulled down my pants and climbed onto the bed, following the obscene sounds of pleasure in the darkness, moving away from the woman’s hand and stabbing deep into her flesh. Warm, wet walls of flesh enveloped me, and sticky liquid ran down my legs.
I began to thrust fiercely, the different texture from the ghosts arousing me greatly as I gripped the woman’s breasts, soft but bouncy, bobbing with my body.
Dorothy suddenly poked her head out and said, “Master, she’s waking up soon.”
I nodded and Dorothy flew off toward the next bed.
I continue to thrust, the woman’s hand slowly embraced me, she did not seem to be aware of their own embrace is a strange man, I listened to her grunts and groans, said: “like it? The feeling of my flesh is very comfortable, right?”
The woman sucked in a surprised breath and I said, “You don’t want to wake your daughter.”
The woman seemed to freeze for a moment, then whispered in a trembling voice, “Who are you?”
I stabbed in hard and the woman let out a hmmm, barely able to keep from screaming.
I started licking her lips and said, “What did you just dream about? Huh?”
The woman didn’t answer, she let me suck on her sweet lips and tongue as I continued, “Did you dream of being raped by a lot of crazy meat sticks?”
She shuddered, and I added, “You like to have lots of men penetrating your mouth, meat hole and anus, pulling out and thrusting in and out hard, don’t you?”
She trembled even more intensely as I continued, “The worst part is that you can’t resist that smell of a man’s cum.”
The woman said in a very fearful tone, “Please… please stop.”
I laughed, “Stick out your tongue.”
The woman slipped her tongue into my mouth and slowly stirred it, my hands squeezing her swollen nipples, sweat dripping onto the mattress, and the heater in the room making us feel very hot.
The woman was silently cooperating with my pumping, and the faint sound of water “popping” surrounded me as I whispered in her ear, “I’m going to cum, in you.”
The woman grabbed my arm in panic and whimpered, “No, no!”
I laughed and asked, “Why? Didn’t you just dream that you gave birth to many sons and daughters who didn’t know who the father was?”
The woman exclaimed, “That… that was just a dream!”
I said, “Dreams are your true desires. Come and give birth to a fat little girl for me, I don’t want a man.”
The woman said, as if she were about to cry, “I… I’m struggling to raise my own daughter, so how can I possibly give birth to your child…”
I said, “You mean you’re willing to have a baby for me as long as I get you guys a living wage?”
As she cried, the woman whispered, “No, it’s not…”
At this moment, the bedside lamp of the other bed lit up, a girl’s childish face emerged from the red tape, she rubbed her eyes and said: “Mom, what are you making noise?” Then saw his mother is completely naked and an unknown person hugging together, the girl said: “Mom, who is he?”
I saw the woman’s face was covered by a red light, she was anxious to say something but didn’t know what to do, I turned her around so that her front was facing the girl and I said, “Girl, look at mommy’s ass.”
The woman exclaimed, “No, don’t!”
While using my hands to cover the junction between myself and the rod, I grabbed both of her hands and said, “Look, mom is being fucked by me with a big rod, small Oh.”
The girl’s face was already flushed red, and she watched, mouth agape, as I pushed my rod hard into the place where she had been born.
The abundance of lustful water made my rod shine in the faint light, the only sounds in the quiet room were the woman’s breathing and the percussion of lustful water from the rod, the woman closed her eyes, tears slowly spilling out of her tightly closed eyes.
I said to the girl, “Have you ever fucked a boy?”
The girl shook her head shyly and I said, “That’s a shame, let me teach you well later.”
When the woman heard this, she said, “No, you must not…”
But her words were sealed with my mouth as I slipped my tongue into her mouth and sucked her fiercely, the woman looking at me with two dazed eyes as I left her, and both of her struggling hands wrapped helplessly around my shoulders.
I moved her head forward slightly to give the girl a clearer field of vision as I said, “Girl, ask mommy if she’s comfortable.”
The girl blushed as she looked at her mother’s face contorted with pleasure, she looked very pained, yet very happy.
The girl asked, “Mom, are you comfortable?”
The woman didn’t answer, I stabbed harder and said, “How can a mother ignore her daughter’s questions, that’s not what a good mother should do ooh.”
The woman in my meat stick vigorously under the stroke, finally finally squeezed out two words: “comfortable.”
I pumped more quickly, and said: “This is not good, you have to describe, that is how comfortable method? Is it good, or very good, or so good that you’re dying?”
I pushed hard, the head of my glans hitting the woman’s tender cervix, and she screamed, “Aaah… I’m going to die, I’m so comfortable I’m going to die!”
I pursued this with another question, “Do you want to carry my child? Do you want me to shoot thick, white semen inside you?”
The woman screamed frantically, “Aaah… cum, fill me up, make me your child, make me your thing!”
I then ejaculated an unbelievably large amount of cum, more than even a woman’s uterus could hold, overflowing and dripping onto the cheap carpet of the hotel.
The woman gasped, her head dropping to the floor, her body shaking unceasingly as the hot semen brought her to an unbelievably intense orgasm.
I looked back at the girl, her hand fumbling inside her pajama pants, and I saw Dorothy stroking her bottom and smiling at me.
I asked the girl, “Did you see what we were doing?”
The girl said slowly: “You… you put that thing into mom’s stomach and then it went in and out…” The girl looked at the water stains on the floor: “And then the white water came out.”
I smiled and sat down next to the girl, “What’s your name?” I asked.
“Maribel, everyone calls me Mari.” The girl replied, a hint of anticipation already in her eyes.
I smiled and reached into her pajama pants, her little hand timidly grabbing me as I slowly massaged her hairless slit with one finger, much of the warm liquid already moistening a large portion of her tiny panties.
“Do you usually touch yourself?” I asked.
Mary’s face turned even redder as she nodded and said, “I usually touch myself in my sleep because it’s very comfortable…”
I looked at her quietly, and she looked at me shyly and added: “When I’m on vacation, I lock myself up and keep touching…”
I lifted her tiny head and rolled my tongue into Marie’s mouth as she obediently let me loose in her.
I left her mouth and whispered, “Take off your clothes.”
Mary removed her own pajamas while I helped remove my pajama pants and panties in one piece.
Her body was turning a beautiful pink with excitement, her modest breasts were still a little hard to the touch, but the curves of womanhood were slowly taking shape in her body, but the childishness was still strong, showing a naïve sexual maturity, and as I nuzzled into her nipples, the towering nipples engorged with excitement, Mary couldn’t help but cry out, grasping at my arms, which were more than twice as thick as she was, with both hands.
I asked, “Do you want my rod to enter you?” Sitting up, I raised my cock in front of Mary’s eyes.
She stared in amazement at the sinewy arrow, her hands trembling as she stroked it, her warm hands giving me the illusion that I had already penetrated the flesh, and finally, after exploring every inch of its skin with her hands, Mari said, “Stick… Stick it in… I want to be like mom…”
So I thrust hard to the end, and when the glans was against my cervix, with a third of it still left out, Marie didn’t scream, she just clutched my hand, and tears poured down her face, and a dark red puddle appeared on the sheet.
With my slow thrusts and Dorothy’s help, Mary soon began to feel that beautiful pleasure, her lower body gradually getting wetter and her waist beginning to wriggle up and down, more receptive to the pleasure I was giving her than her mother had ever been.
I picked her up and sat her on my lap and I told her, “Here, move yourself.”
Mary hesitated for a moment, but quickly began to grab my shoulders and bob up and down.
Mary’s eyes were hidden by a thin silvery haze, her mouth was open and she was making sounds of joy, her breasts bouncing with her body, her skin reddening and radiating steam as Mary rocked obliviously, and before long, was making the same carnal thumping noises that her mother had made.
Feeling overwhelmed with pleasure and seemingly about to cum again, I whispered in Marie’s ear, “Do you want me to cum in it?”
Marie didn’t answer, she probably couldn’t hear me. So I shot a lot more white liquid into this beautiful girl’s flesh, and she climaxed at the same time, the walls of her flesh tightening around my cock, sucking it inside as I did so.
Mary used up all her strength and collapsed on the bed.
I looked at the woman on the floor, who was not yet awake, and shook her awake. She looked at me in surprise and at her naked daughter on the bed as white cum slowly leaked out of Marie’s.
The woman cried out in pain as she said, “You devil, you raped me and my daughter!”
I grabbed her and threw her over to Marie, then plunged my rod into the woman’s dripping flesh again, I grabbed her hair and said into her ear, “You’re right, I raped both of you, but isn’t that what you like?”
I grabbed her breasts, thrusting hard, Mary’s eyes were slightly open, watching her mother and I thrusting, both hands slowly moved down to her lower body, I asked Mary: “Mary, do you like to be fucked like this?”
Mari nodded feebly : “Eh.”
I asked again, “So you want to move in with me? I can fuck you like this every day until you are satisfied.”
Mary smiled, her tiny mouth cracked wide, revealing her white teeth, and said happily, “Uh, yeah!”
I looked at the woman in my crotch, who couldn’t believe her ears, and I spoke to Mary again, “Mary, show your mom what we just did.”
Mary sat up, facing the woman, spreading her thighs, she inserted her middle finger into her little… and said, “Just now… my little hole was penetrated by that big, big rod… and it pumped in and out so hard that it made me feel so good… and mom must have felt so good too, right?”
Mary closed her eyes, and her right middle finger began to involuntarily twitch rapidly with a cloud of white sperm as she continued, “Finally, the rod spewed out a lot of hot stuff, hitting me in the stomach, and all of a sudden I felt so good, as if I were flying in the sky…”
Mary moved her meat to the woman’s face and she said, “Mom, can we do this every day from now on?”
As if she were mad, the woman stuck out her tongue and sucked her own daughter’s fluids, screaming, “Ahhhh! You devil, you have conquered us, we are your slaves.”
I ejaculated again, filling the woman’s belly.
The woman screamed, “Ahhhhh… it’s so hot, shoot more, fill me up!”
I turned the woman around, her face had lost its earlier armament, a lustful look filled her beautiful face, and she still had some of her daughter’s cum from her cunt on the tip of her tongue.
I said, “Are you going to have my baby now?”
She licked and nibbled on my cock, and cried out in joy, “Yes, I will bear you countless children, if you will make me your slave, and let me serve you all my life as your faithful slave.”
The woman suddenly lifted Mary up, spread her flesh, and said, “Mary got her period a week or so ago, and now it’s just the danger period, so let’s get her pregnant.”
The woman’s face flushed red as she said, “Please take both of us, mother and daughter, as your slaves.”
Satisfied, I pushed my rod into Mary’s body, and she screamed happily, “Ah… master… my master!”
I soon ejaculated another wave of thick white cum.
The next morning, I woke up to a rush of pleasure in my glans. Mary was happily servicing the rod with her tiny mouth and hands, and the woman took me by the scruff of my neck, saying, “I’ve never met a man as crazy as my master,” and hugging me so hard I almost choked, she said, “You’ll be my master from this day on. From today onwards, you are my master, Mary and I are yours, but…” she kissed me on the lips, “if you abandon us, I will kill you immediately.”
I couldn’t help but break out in a cold sweat, she didn’t seem to be an ordinary person.
The woman added: “By the way, my name is Cuidi, my master.”
Tweety climbed on top of me and pressed her lower body against the rod, while Marie brought her meat up to my face.
It’s Saturday.
Hotel 3 (?) Old building on the west side
I told my mom later about what I saw on my way home from school and she laughed and me that it was just my fantasy.
But it was real, not a fantasy. I began to see more and more ghosts, night and day, they were always roaming the streets and alleys.
I grabbed them and touched their gas-like shadows with all sorts of things, and soon I knew I could control them completely, that I could slit my fingers across their throats and make them dissolve into a blue liquid that would be dispersed in the air by the wind.
I killed a sparrow to try and give the ghosts on the road a taste of blood, which they crave like poison for blood or any liquid with life in it.
One day I caught a strange one and brought her home. She was the most dead-like of the wandering spirits I’d ever seen, and she barely reacted to my movements.
So I did something I never thought I’d do, I ripped her clothes off, revealing her beautiful flesh, beautiful to me at the time. At least, I couldn’t stop staring at her body, running my hands over every inch of her cold skin and finally coming to that mysterious cave.
I inserted my fingers into her flesh , which was also cold inside, and I tried to start pumping back and forth. Slowly, the female ghost began to make noises, and her lower body oozed a sticky, slippery liquid.
I watched her eyes open slightly, her tongue sticking out and retracting, and all I could feel was a rush of heat in my lower body. I knew what it was, I’d often heard my classmates discuss it at school.
I pulled down my pants to reveal my rod and eased it into that cold hole. A shiver ran down my spine at the cold and wet pleasure, but I did more than shiver as I twisted and fell on top of her, her dazed eyes fixed on my face and a petulant gasp escaping her lips.
She stuck out her tongue and licked my mouth, and I opened my mouth and let the reddish thing dig into my mouth, feeling like I was eating a slightly bitter popsicle.
Her cold hands pressed against my waist, following my undulations up and down, and I watched her face contort with each thrust, looking as if she was in pain, yet with an expression of pleasure.
Her short blonde hair swinging fiercely, I quickly thrust meat, inside the body as if there is something to be drilled out of the body, only to feel the body tight, shares of white sperm sprayed out, that was my first ejaculation.
She suddenly looked at me as if she were alive and screamed, “Who… who are you!”
Looking around and seeing her naked body, she immediately went crazy and punched and kicked me, and I waited wordlessly for her to quiet down.
She screamed for a while and seemed even more frightened when she realized that no one was paying any attention at all, because her voice was very loud, it was just a pity that no one but me could hear her.
Soon, she even realized that her hand could pass through me, and she closed her mouth in horror.
Finally, she said, “I’m actually dead, right?”
I nodded, amazed that she had managed to retain her form; when a ghost realizes he’s dead, that’s when he’s really dead.
After that, I kept her at home, and when I got horny, I would stick my dick in her.
One morning, I held Belle around the waist and impaled her from behind, Belle gleefully thrusting her ass to meet it.
She was submissive, and at first all those notions of the living were washed away, and she wanted nothing more than to have me cum inside her every day.
But, perhaps a trial given to me by the spinning wheel of fate, Mom opened the door to her room at that moment, a stack of towel quilts in her hand, and looked at me in amazement, a man grasping at the air and jerking his rod back and forth.
I was losing my concentration and I yelled, “Ah… Belle, I’m going to cum!” But I didn’t hear Belle nervously tell me that my mom had gone into the room.
Mom didn’t know what I was doing, that’s for sure, although she immediately decided it wasn’t any good and she grabbed me, which I was incapable of resisting at the time, and spanked me in the face and on my ass.
For a little kid, that hurt. I cried and tried to push my mom away, but couldn’t.
But abruptly, Mom stopped, and I looked up to see Belle cheekily waving at me as her lower half disappeared into Mom’s body. Belle began to make some very lewd gestures, and Mom’s body was like a mirror faithfully reflecting Belle’s mind.
Mom slipped one hand inside her dress and touched her grandmother, while her other hand went through her skirt and teased her lower body.
I watched, fascinated by the novelty of the sight.
But Mom’s red face looked at me and she said, “Ed, Mom’s getting so weird, can you go get me a glass of water?”
I looked at Belle and she said that’s not what she told her mom to say.
Belle suddenly showed a lewd smile, mom reached out her hand, I found some clear liquid on her fingers, sticky, mom stroked my belly, and finally stopped on the boyish rod, she said, “Just now mom beat you, do you hurt?”
I nodded as mom lovingly stroked my rod, it was so much more comfortable than Belle’s cold hands, it was warm and as soft as snow.
Mom’s forehead touched mine, and she softly, said, “Do you want Mommy?”
The aroma of my mouth brushed my face, making me nod happily.
Mom also said happily, “I want you so much too, my little Edward.”
She lay back down, her lips opening lewdly as she called out to me. I slowly removed the clothes from my mom’s body; dead people were easier at this point.
Mom’s naked flesh was before my eyes for the first time, those high, bulging peaks, solidified like alabaster on her chest, and I played with them, real breasts that were soft in my hands and wouldn’t suddenly disappear into thin air.
Mom’s hand had been stroking me, her nimble fingers making the rod twitch uncontrollably, and more than enough of the liquid oozing from the tip had made its way to Mom’s wrist.
Mom’s eyes looked at me, her green eyes were bottomless, and her thin soft lips looked like they would eat a man, she puffed out her breath, wrapped both arms around me, and wrapped her legs around me, only to feel an unbelievable softness and warmth, and I was inside Mom’s flesh.
That compared to the dead, since it is incomparably soothing and happy, in the desire of the powerful drive, I began to jerk violently, one after another stick into the mother’s trembling flesh , evoking a beautiful spring after another, moistening the mother and my body.
Mom screamed in pleasure as I licked her skin and nibbled on her pink nipples.
I yelled, “Mom, I’m going to cum, I’m going to cum inside, I’m going to cum inside!”
Mom grabbed my body hard, and she screamed happily, “Mmmmmm! Cum in it, just cum in it!”
My body continued to undulate as intense sensual pleasure overwhelmed me, I made some noises and ejaculated a thick cloudy cum. Mom seemed to climax, her flesh contracting like a gangplank and hot liquid hitting the rod.
I lay on top of my mom, unable to move for a moment as Belle’s blue body detached itself from her and I listened to her heartbeat.
Suddenly, my mom burst into tears, and I looked up busily, tears staining my hair as she held my head, two streams already under her eyes.
Mom said, “How… how could we do such a thing?”
I didn’t answer, because I didn’t see anything wrong with it, and Mom continued to cry, “Ed, we can’t do this.”
I got angry, I don’t like it when people don’t allow me to do what I like, I grabbed mom’s ass and thrust hard. Mom yelped, but she didn’t resist.
The angry rod slammed into the sensitive cunt, and Mom moaned slowly as my lower body bobbed.
I said angrily, “Don’t you like it?”
Mom just moaned.
“I could fuck you like this every day.”
Mom huffed and said, “Ed, how can you talk like that!”
I didn’t care about her, I pulled my mom’s face over, I sucked in the salty tears, my little hands grabbed those full breasts, “From today,” I said, “you’re going to sleep with me, mom.”
Mom cried, “No, we’re mother and son.”
“I don’t care!” I said angrily, “If you didn’t want me to fuck you, why did you just let me fuck you like that?”
Mom said, “I don’t know, Ed, I just…”
“You like my cock, don’t you?” I thrust hard into my mom’s flooded flesh: “Right?”
Mom climaxed, the walls of her flesh clamping down hard on my rod as if she wanted to eat me.
“Say it!” I grabbed my mom’s face.
Mom looked at me in pain, her eyes still that unmistakable turquoise, and I pushed hard, my rod striking deep into her deepest recesses, causing her to let out a great cry of sorrow, and I heard her say weakly, “… yes, I like your rod.”
I thrust excitedly, with an unmistakable force. Mom hugged me, the obscene fire in her eyes burning again as she kissed my cheeks and neck.
I asked, “If semen is ejaculated in a woman’s stomach, can she get pregnant?”
Mom nodded her head, her arms wrapped around me so tightly that I could barely move, and I said, “Then, you will bear me a child, so that you can prove your loyalty to me.”
Mom exclaimed, “No! Your father will find out!”
I said, “I don’t care!”
I grabbed my mom’s shoulders and let my rod shoot a second load of thick cum deep inside her.
Mom cried again, but this time I don’t know why she cried because she reached an unparalleled orgasm.
That day, I made love to my mom non-stop at home, with Belle following us around, picking up the cum and love juices dripping from the floor.
When Dad came home at night, I had Belle enter him and make him take the sleeping pills. Mom looked at me in surprise as I stretched out my foot, across a dining room table, and fingered Mom’s flesh with my foot , and her face immediately flushed.
Dad asked mom, “Are you sick?” Mom shook her head and said, “No, I’m fine, I’m just a little hot.”
I felt Mom take my foot in her hand and move her toes to her nub as she smiled at me and said, “Ed, you’re feeling hot too, aren’t you?”
Hotel IV (?) Gupta
The first time I noticed the weird boy was when I was in fifth grade, and he really was a weirdo who never hung out with the class, but those kinds of people are getting more and more common these days, and it would have been better to see them.
But one day I accidentally caught a glimpse of Edward being grabbed under a tree by one of our school’s hoodlum leaders, who seemed to be blackmailing him. Thinking that Edward had no friends and would probably just have to put up with being blackmailed, I thought I’d go and see if I could help him.
I’m not sure, but the little rascal had a smile on his otherwise cross-eyed face, and he even offered Edward money! It was so strange, because he had just thrown his fist around and was threatening Edward.
After that, the little rascal never bothered Edward again.
I, on the other hand, began to watch Edward’s every move. I noticed that he was often alone, talking to the air, or moving his hands like he was grabbing something, just like the students in the special class, or so I thought. Until one day, after school was over, he was left alone in the classroom, which was unusual for him. I hid outside the door and peeked at him.
Edward began to speak to the air again, and he pointed to the blackboard, as if he had said something about writing a few words on the board or something like that, but of course it was impossible for anyone to write it for him, because there was no one there.
But I was wrong! The chalk moved out of thin air and wrote slowly. I watched nervously as the chalk drew a feeble line on the blackboard that read, “IAMYOURSLAVE!”
I was literally stunned! All I could think about was getting out of there as fast as I could, and I didn’t notice the footsteps I was making. I rushed home, my mom was shocked by my panicked face and asked me what happened, I wanted to tell her right away what I had seen but a bigger fear stopped me, Edward, he was the devil! He must be a demon! In case I told my mom, she would definitely tell the police, and there was no way for the police to defeat the demon, although they could destroy his body temporarily, the demon’s spirit would always come back to take revenge on the snitch and make him a demon too. That’s how the movies all play out. I was afraid of the demon’s revenge, so I decided to act as if nothing happened.
That night, I thought about things inside the covers and never fell asleep.
The next day, I went to school as usual and nothing special happened.
But during my last class, I was suddenly driven by a strange motivation and I looked back at Edward, who was sitting in the third compartment behind me on the right. He was looking at me, his black hair and blue eyes looked like he was smiling at me: no need to hide, I know you, you saw me yesterday. Just as I thought that, Edward really smiled at me, I turned my head sharply, my heart was pounding and my face felt so hot, was it the devil’s magic?
Class was over, and my classmates flew out of the classroom, but I didn’t know if I should leave or not. As much as I wanted to leave, there was always a tugging inside, perhaps, Edward had something to say to me, but when I thought about it, he was a demon, there was nothing good to say. Just as my mind was in a state of turmoil, Edward and I were the only two left in the classroom, and by the time I realized the situation with a start, Edward had already walked out the door. A sudden sense of loss came over me. I thought he was going to talk to me in a way that was perhaps threatening, or intimidating.
I followed out, Edward seemed to be going to the restroom and I followed him for some reason.
I saw him close the door to the restroom and then he seemed to walk into one of the individual rooms and I heard a second slamming of the door. I pushed the door open, trying not to make any noise, and walked into the boys’ restroom, I couldn’t see Edward inside, and I looked at the three closed individual rooms, wondering which one Edward was in again.
Suddenly, the door to one of the rooms, which was reserved for the handicapped, opened, and I was stunned for a moment by this sudden development, and stood frozen in place. Edward rushed out of the room, holding a black towel, and he quickly covered my eyes. I actually froze and let him take hold.
I was dragged by Edward to the handicapped toilet cubicle, which was spacious enough to stand four or five people without a problem. I wanted to scream, but somehow felt that Edward shouldn’t be able to do anything to hurt me, even if he was a demon.
He didn’t speak to me, all I could hear was the sound of sizzling, I didn’t know what it was doing, suddenly I imagined that it was the sound of Edward undressing, my face immediately burned, he was going to show me him naked?
Something warm and wet, pressed against my face, traveling around, I felt itchy, but it felt so hot, and the thing slid up to my lips, slowly prying my teeth open and into my mouth.
Edward was kissing me! I squirmed in fear and excitement, but it was as if he had grabbed my head, and there was no way I could avoid his onslaught. So I let Edward taste me, his tongue was like a snake, long and slippery, it made my whole body hot.
Suddenly my blindfold was removed, Edward he left me, I looked at his cold face, my eyes moved down to his waist, and the reddish rod that was raised high, he had actually taken his pants off! I looked at him in fear, did he want to rape me?
“Yes!” Edward suddenly said, “I’m going to rape you!” I gasped, “You… you demon, how did you know what I was thinking?” Edward laughed, “Because I’m a demon!”
He bent down, his hard rod against my stomach, and he stuck his tongue out again, licking my lips as I sat on the toilet, unable to resist that surge of heat in my body, and I slipped my fingers under my skirt.
“Open your mouth.” I dutifully opened my mouth, and Edward drove in, the warm sensation hitting me again.
My hand felt a warm, warm current seeping out of my panties as Edward’s hand covered my lower back, grasping my hand and stroking it slowly up and down. Edward’s other hand reached under his shirt and kneaded my breasts, and the currents of pleasure up and down made me cry out uncontrollably.
“Do you like letting me fuck?” Edward said in a nasty tone.
I didn’t like him talking about me like that, so I didn’t answer, but I did get a “mmm” from his restless fingers.
gave a cry.
Edward pulled his hand back and put his rod in front of my eyes, “Open your mouth and let me enter.” He said.
I didn’t know whether to let him in or not, because that was where he peed, but I looked at the reddish round object, which was dripping with clear juices, and I couldn’t help myself from grabbing the rod, and sticking out my tongue, tasting the delicious liquid, which had a flavor that made my whole body tingle with soreness, and I went on, and on, and on, using the tip of my tongue, either licking or sucking it, or just gently touching it, until Edward’s body started to shake, and I watched as the tip of the rod secreted some whitish substance, and before I could realize what it was, a large amount of cum had been sprayed onto my face, and body.
Edward ordered me to clean him up, so I took the rod in my mouth and tenderly licked up all the remaining cum until he slowly shrunk in my mouth.
Then Edward got dressed and walked out, and before he left, he said to me, “If you come to my house tomorrow, we can continue the second half.” Tomorrow is Saturday.
I went to bed early that night, but I didn’t know what to do because he was a demon and I was sucking his rod like a madman, swallowing his cum and wishing for more! I didn’t know what I was thinking anymore, all I knew was that the pleasure my fingers were causing in my lower body was real.
The next day, early in the morning, I walked to Edward’s house, it was the first time I had ever been to his house, I didn’t really know the address, but I walked there.
I rang the doorbell and no one answered. So I opened the door myself and walked in, unlocking it in the process as I closed it behind me.
My feet went up the stairs blindly, as if I already knew where Edward was.
I stopped outside the door of a room as a very familiar sound came from inside, the cries of a woman.
“Aaahhhh, Ed, my Ed, kill me, I’m dying, mom is dying from you fucking her!” A woman’s voice screamed, my body took two steps backwards but my lower body suddenly came like a piss incontinence, Edward, he was fucking his own mom!
All I felt was an overwhelming sense of filth and heart, but the nasty feeling was so sexually arousing that I couldn’t control myself anymore. I opened the door and walked in.
I looked at the bizarre sight before me, a ghostly composition of an 11 year old boy, holding a pregnant woman more than 20 years older than him, sucking on her milk and jerking on that bulging, ball-like uterus. And the woman was his mother.
I leaked again on the spot, my new panties leaking clear with love juice, my fingers long ago uncontrollably burrowing into my flesh hole, digging and digging out more of the filthy liquid.
I watched as Edward’s rod glistened as it pulled out and impaled itself again into his mother’s belly, and I dropped to my knees, my eyes blinded by tears, hearing only the sound of that lustful flesh slamming. The mind was empty, only the unceasing pleasure of the body striking a dying ego.
I want Edward, I want him to penetrate me, to fuck me like that woman, to rot and grind me like crazy.
I was crying and masturbating violently until I saw Edward standing in front of my face. I raised myself up and asked, “Why are you torturing me like this?” Edward just looked at me.
“Why didn’t you fuck me in the first place? You knew I was spying on you.”
Edward looked at me and he said, “Because you didn’t say what was on your mind.”
I understood immediately that everything was a consequence of my condescension and reserve, and that if I had come to my senses sooner, things would not have been so painful.
I held Edward’s feet as I licked the cum from his legs, and I said softly, “Yes, my Master, I am already your slave.”
Satisfied, my master squatted down, tore off my pantyhose, removed my panties, and impaled me with his beautiful rod. It was supreme bliss and I screamed and cried in ecstasy. I couldn’t believe I was so honored.
I looked at the pregnant woman in front of me, and her filthy lecherous smile told me that she was feeling that immense bliss, just as I was. I moved my mouth to the front of her cunt and sucked on that snowy white pure cum.
Hotel V (?) Clock Tower
When I was in 10th grade, I left my hometown of Laquan City (Evil Dead Castle?) with my mom and my five-year-old sister.
(You’re thinking too much.) Spending the summer at a lakeside resort, my father had died in a car accident the year before, and the insurance company had been reluctant to settle the claim because the date of joining the policy was only a week short of the date of the accident, but under my influence, I got the money anyway. The driver who killed dad confessed that he couldn’t control his hands, but of course the police didn’t believe him.
I had spent a great deal of time in practical experiments, and by this time had gained a good grasp of the control of living beings, and it was very easy to get a person under control, which is usually called possession, and which, in its natural state, a wandering spirit could not enter into a human body, but the wandering spirits that I had kept in my care were able to use their ordinary energy in the direction of altering the will of another person, but could not do anything beyond that, and those whose wills were affected would act out of their own judgment. Those whose wills are affected will act out of their own judgment, and sometimes the actions they take surprise me.
My sister and also my daughter, Kier, who has black hair like me, has been unusually intimate with me since she was a little girl, an influence of her mother, who watched my mom and I copulate every day, and although she was still young, she seemed to be able to relate quite well.
She’s the one who surprised me.
Early one morning, I was lying in bed in my cabin when an electric shock of pleasure made me shiver, open my eyes, lift the covers, and a naked woman greedily sucked the rod of flesh completely into her mouth, her deep green pupils filled with lustful carnal desires; it was my mother.
Mom’s sluttiness had intensified over time since Belle had deflowered her, and perhaps it’s human nature that once you’ve tasted total indulgence, you’ll crave more and more. She had given birth to Kiera, but Mom seemed to want more exciting sex, and she used to lock me in my room, where she would do nothing but eat, sleep, and go to the bathroom, and let me penetrate her red, swollen flesh constantly. She certainly thought about trying promiscuity, but I certainly changed her mind about that too.
Mom looked at me coquettishly, obscene noises escaping her mouth, and I felt the hot tongue draw across the sensitive glans, bringing a wave of tingling pleasure. There was a sour odor in the air, an aftertaste of yesterday. I stroked my mom’s hair, the thin black silk draped softly over my feet, a blue figure floated over, it was a wandering spirit I had found in the neighborhood, I called her Alice, she was wearing a blue sundress when I saw her for that reason. She looked at me timidly and I pointed to mom, Alice immediately lowered her head and started sucking on mom’s flooded flesh . Mom let out a hmmm and her hips began to shake involuntarily, I think Alice’s cold tongue startled her.
I soon ejaculated and mom sucked up every drop of my cum as Alice looked at me with regretful eyes.
“Oh, you’re using magic again, aren’t you?” Mom licked her mouth and laughed, “It made me suddenly cold there.” Mom sat up and raised her legs high in the air, saying, “Use your magic to make me happy,” her eyes rose again with thick desire, “and fuck your mom.”
Alice got my permission and eased her cold fingers into mom, I could see the lust water climbing up the edge of her blue fingers and slowly disappearing.
“Oh, Ed, look!” Mom shuddered, “Mom squirted.”
Alice’s fingers churned and flipped rapidly, bringing out more of the clear juice, and mom gasped, holding her thighs helplessly with both hands as her fleshy hole throbbed and throbbed. Then there was an orgasm, and mom cried out in joy as her love juices jetted out, but were absorbed by Alice’s body and disappeared in the air.
I quickly pressed up against mom’s trembling body and roughly stabbed my rod in, mom was so sticky inside that I began to thrust rapidly. Mom clung to me as her body began another wave of shaking, more intense, she was clearly reaching another, more powerful peak, and the warm bodily fluids made me even more frantic as I attacked her with my rod, Mom’s mouth was wide open, but she couldn’t say a word. I felt the fire in my lower body, so I grabbed mom and shot another thick stream of cum inside her.
Mom’s orgasm lasted almost 20 seconds, the walls of her flesh contracting constantly, her engorged labia biting and gnawing at me as if she wanted to swallow me.
“Ah! Ed, don’t move…” Mom gasped, “or I’ll go again…” I smiled at her, and while I was still weak, I began to pump again, Mom crying out wildly with my rod, but with tears of joy in her eyes. I kept claiming mom’s body until I ejaculated for the third time.
I left my mom exhausted, and she kept gasping for breath.
A small cry came out, I saw Kiera slowly out, she was crying, I can see why, from between her legs out of the blood. Kier walked to my side, I comforted her, and looked closely at her young fleshy petals, the blood seemed to flow from the body, so I asked: “Are you inserting something strange into your stomach?”
Kier shook her head, Alice was already eyeing it from the side, to a wandering soul, there’s nothing more delicious than blood, she sucked the blood clean at my gesture, but her expression wasn’t happy at all, Alice told me, “This is blood that’s already dead, it’s unpalatable, and it’s her menstruation.”
I was amazed. What kind of five-year-old girl gets her period?
Mom came over to look at it, and said in surprise, “Wow! I can’t believe how much you’ve grown, Kiera!”
Will be Kiera picked up to pacify, in the warmth of the mother’s embrace, Kiera soon turned from crying to smiling. Mom suddenly looked at me, an ambiguous smile in her eyes, said: “What do you think about your own daughter to become an adult?”
I did not feel anything, I just think it is not normal. Mom laughed and said, “You know, once a woman has her period, she can give birth.” Of course I knew this kind of thing.
“Do you want to fuck her or not?”
“Fuck who?”
Mom slowly opened Kiera’s vagina with her fingers, which was still a reddish-white mess: “Fuck your own daughter?” Mom looked at me with a lustful look, as if the mere idea excited her.
“She’s too small.”
Instead, Mom massaged Kier’s mound with her fingers while saying, “Don’t you have magic?”
Kiera, her face flushed, she had long known about our daily activities and was quite knowledgeable about intercourse, she looked at me but didn’t say anything.
Mom put Kiera on the bed and kissed her on the lips, Kiera’s surprised expression told me that Mom was pushing her tongue deeper into Kiera’s mouth, and the cloudy, heavy breathing of the two of them turned me on. After a long time, mom left Kier, the saliva linking up in the air in a number of shiny drawbridges that then broke off. I noticed that my rod was rock hard.
Mom said: “Kiera, you know, in fact, brother and mom gave birth to you, your father is actually brother.”
Kiera wondered, “Brother is dad? That dad is not dad?”
Mom smiled and gave Kiera another deep, passionate kiss, Kiera’s whole body was red, I could even feel the heat of her body. Mom added, “Would you like it if you let your brother fuck you?”
Kiera let out a “mmmm” and said, “I like it, mommy looks so comfortable every time she gets fucked by her brother.”
Mom looked at me, her fingers obscenely massaging Kiera’s bottom back and forth, and a small amount of love juice actually slowly spilled out.
Mom smiled, “Ed, come fuck your daughter, your sister, Kiera.”
I couldn’t hide my excitement, I aimed my rod at Kier’s vagina and slowly inserted the glans, but Kier cried out in pain, I knew that this was too unreasonable after all, the rod would have to be inserted into such a small piece of meat, and there was no way that it wouldn’t hurt Kier!
Mom was calling out, “Magic! Use your magic!” I guess that wouldn’t work since wandering spirits can’t change things outside of their will, but it still allowed Alice to enter Kiera.
Kiera shivered for a moment as if from the cold, but then showed an incredibly lustful look, just like any other person possessed by a wandering spirit. She massaged her tiny fingers around the flesh, and slowly, a lot of love juice mixed with blood flowed out, and Kiera’s lower body was like a pool of lake water glistening in the sunlight.
I tried to squeeze the head of my glans into Kier’s fleshy hole, my cunt was stretched wide open, but Kier didn’t cry out and let out a delicate gasp, I slowly stabbed the rest of the way in, but only half of my rod entered Kier’s tiny flesh. Mom hugged me from behind and I turned my head back to suck on her sweet nectar while she caressed my exposed part with her hand.
“What?” Mom asked hotly, “How does it feel to fuck your own daughter’s tenderness?”
“Very cool, Mom.”
“Cum in it, Ed, and see if we’ll have a grandchild next year?” Mom was so excited that her lower body rubbed against my back and warm goo ran down my body.
Kiera was gasping for breath, and tears were flowing out of her eyes, just like her moist flesh. At that moment, Alice suddenly came out, looking tired, and without listening to my order, she started to suck the love juice on the floor. I didn’t know why, but gradually I realized that Kier seemed to be able to drain the life force from the wandering souls, and that some were manipulated without much effort, while others weren’t. But I was wrong. But I was wrong, Kier was a special case that I had never seen before, and never met again.
For the five year old girl in front of me was actually beginning to grow tiny breasts! Mom and I watched in amazement as Kier, whose stomach was still fat, slowly bulged two small mounds on her chest, and her red, oozing nipples stood straight up, as if declaring victory.
I reached out and tested the softness of the two little balls, they were just the right size for Kiera’s size, not too big to draw attention to themselves, I kneaded them and Kiera had begun to wriggle, showing off her horny female instincts. I began to thrust rapidly, and Kiera actually withstood my assault and began to make peeing sounds of pleasure.
Mom exclaimed, “Ed, your magic is amazing! Kiera, tell mommy out loud how you feel.”
Kier gasped and squeezed out a few breaths, saying, “Mom… brother’s rod is so hot, so big… it fills Kier to the brim… it’s so comfortable…”
I couldn’t resist bending down and kissing Kiera on the lips, Kiera shyly tried to suck my tongue in a newly learned way, but was helpless to do so as my own tongue was too short, so I eased my tongue into Kiera’s mouth, and felt her attentive affection working its way into my caresses.
Kiera’s pussy was very tight, almost like it was hooping me up, and the relative pleasure that came with it was very great, and I was cumming inside her shortly afterward.
Kiera’s little hands clasped nervously around my neck and screamed, “Ahh! It’s hot, brother, I’m hot!”
Mom shouted excitedly, “Don’t be afraid, Kiera, that’s your brother’s semen shooting into you, it’s very comfortable. Right?”
Kiera nodded, her face twisted into a ball from excessive pleasure. I felt her tiny body shudder and her tightly confined pussy jerk back and forth as Kiera reached the first orgasm of her life.
I pulled my rod out and Kier looked at me with joy as she said happily, “Can I sleep with you guys from now on?”
Mom replied, “Of course, my little baby, my brother will keep thrusting his rod into you every day until you are pregnant with his seed.” Mom squatted down, licked the juices from the rod and smiled, “Isn’t that right, Ed?”
“Yes, you’re right.”
(to be continued)