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Volume III
The Gay Happened
Lincoln was taking three of his kids to the store for some groceries when it happened.
Lyle batted his long feminine eyelashes, and swung his wide childbearing hips over toward Lemy's direction…
And godfuckingdamnitall.
The gay happened.
It spread like a wildfire.
Lemy took off his seatbelt and pounced on his brother.
Lyle was mewling like a street corner prostitute looking for some quick cash.
And Lupa… sat in her seat absolutely disgusted.
The two boys continued, getting hotter and sweatier. Their clothes were tossed away. Lemy's dick was thick and hard. Lyle's boypuss was ready to take his seed deeply and intimately.
Lupa took our her razorblade and ran it down both her arms, praying that those traitorous new age religious fanatics were right, and these homosexual freaks wouldn't go to Hell.
She didn't want to see these faggots ever again.
Lincoln just happened to look up right as Lupa offed herself and Lyle squealed as Lemy impaled him on his cock.
The man screamed and jerked the wheel, veering off course and right into an oil tanker.
The explosion could be seen from space.
Unfortunately for Lupa, the fanatics were wrong.
The gayfag brothers went to Hell with her, and shared a cell with her in their own private oasis in the lake of fire.
And for all of eternity she listened to them make smokin' hot love with each other.
Anon Was Really Pissed Off
Anon was really pissed off. So fucking pissed off, in fact, that he used a pan-dimensional vortex inducer to self-insert himself into the sin kids multiverse.
Anon was so angry with the forgotten writefag – why the bloody hell won't he just tell me his name!?
He had to take out his rage on something, so he went into the first room he found.
Leia.
She was laying in her bed, naked, her virgin loli pussy glimmering under the moonlight.
So, pissed off anon took his rageful self and swaggered over to the bed, mounting the girl before she even had a chance to wake up.
He slammed his thick minotaur cock into her vag and roared like a beast.
Leia just lifted an eyebrow and looked him up and down.
"Uh, why did you just put your finger in my coochie?"
He growled.
"Shut up, glitter bitch. I'm raping you with a horsecock as big as your forearm."
"Um, no, that's not- Oh… oh wow…"
She looked at him square in the eyes, her voice dripping with sultry disdain.
"I think you need to get a refund. They gave you a Vienna sausage instead of the Bratwurst you thought you were getting."
Anon was so fucking pissed off tho that he didn't care.
"Shut your bitch whore mouth, you cunt!"
He was riding her good. So fucking good. Fuck! Pounding her raw. Raping her virgin cunt. Making her his loli whore.
All because he was angry at some freakish loser masquerading as ash.
He didn't even notice when the alien abomination walked into the room looking for forward.
He was too busy grunting and roaring as his thirty second fuckfest was drawing to a swift close.
Lulu looked at the little worm dipping into Leia's cunt at rocket speed, and well…
She couldn't help it.
She was really super hungry.
And it's not like Anon really needed it anyway.
Valentine's Day
Valentine's Day.
A boy's worst enemy.
Lyle was only five years old, barely able to count to one hundred.
And already he was a chick magnet. But with his good fortunate came bad luck.
For he'd caught the eyes of Marla… and her rival, Cecilia.
And one day, well you know how kids can be… he saw a toy lying about and… he just took it.
He didn't know a pair of evil eyes were watching.
But he knew the gravity of his choices once Cecilia demanded he become her boyfriend.
No amount of screeching about cooties could deter her vengeful act.
So, Lyle was forced to put on the shackles of servitude, literally serving her every need like a butler in classic childhood romance behavior.
Marla looked on in hateful envy, ready to rip Cecilia's perfect nose right off her face.
Gloom, the shy new girl sat alone in the corner, crying as she watched Lyle literally crawl on the ground with Cecilia on his back; wishing so badly that she could carry him like that.
And Lois grinned from some unknown place, unseen and unheard by anybody, plotting the day she'd marry Lyle.
Valentine's Day.
A day invented just to torture men, no matter how old they are.
Getting Wet
Oh damn! Damnit all, not again! Fuck!
Gordon was trying to run home, but-
He felt a drop of rain hit his head, and he shivered.
Oh, god, no.
He hated the rain like all normal people should.
Rain makes people cold and wet and sickly.
And Gordon didn't want none of that.
Sad thing is, he was a good fifteen minutes from home, and-
FUCK!
A car suddenly hydroplaned across a sidewalk, oh god!
He leaped into an alley, just barely missing the front end.
His heart was racing. His blood was pounding. His underwear was getting wet from being exposed to the-
Oh fucking hell no!
His pants snagged on a pole as he leapt, and ripped clean off his body.
Sigh.
Well, at least he was still partially clothed.
He took off sprinting, but the rain clouds were much faster than him.
Not even five minutes from his house, a torrential rain fell upon him, soaking him to the bone.
And by the time he was back in his bedroom, his underwear flat out refused to come off.
Y'know how cotton is. It sticks to everything when it's wet. It was glued to him like a condom on a dick. An appropriate enough analogy actually.
The boy sat down in the floor and waited it out before he could peel off the molding briefs, sullenly mourning the fact that he finally got his dick wet.
Too bad it wasn't by a girl tho.
Hollow
A bell tolled in the distance.
The lid to the coffin slowly slid away, falling into the dank, musty ground.
Lyra blinked her eyes open.
Her arms, weak and malnourished, reached to the edge as her revived mind swam with thoughts.
Beside her, a young man mirrored her actions.
The bell sounded again, and like flies drawn to the light, the two left their shared grave and stood upon shaking legs.
Lyra turned to look at her brother, Lyle.
Lyle, looked at his sister.
Two orphaned half-siblings that were buried with nothing and forgotten by all.
Lyle went to a nearby tree, climbing up just enough to find a decent sized branch. He tore it off and hefted it in his hand.
Lyra knelt down and looked among the graves, finding just enough shards of wood and pieces of rope to fashion a shield.
The two were only clothed in a thin cloth over their waists. For in life they could afford not a half penny more.
And while she perhaps should have felt shame at exposing herself to her brother, a lifetime of poverty and nakedness had left her soul cold to such feelings.
The bell sounded a third time, and the two turned toward their path. A flooded road leading to a deserted mausoleum, forlorn and in disrepair.
Up ahead, the two could see another one just like them.
A person… lying on the ground…
Their hands scraping the sides of their face.
Their silent wailing sounding as if they were in constant pain, an endless torture.
Lyra could feel it more strongly than her brother.
That deep loathing darkness festering inside her bosom.
She could sense it coming from the person in front of them.
Branded by the darksign.
Doomed to always be reborn.
To fulfill a single purpose.
And then lose oneself to the Abyss.
Until they have forgotten their own lives, their own names.
Lyra looked at her brother's eyes.
Right now she knew him perfectly. But what would happen after they completed their quest?
What would happen when one… or both… of them became… hollow?
Only a Dream
Lois laid on her bed, hugging her pillow to her chest.
In her mind's eye, she could see her lover clearly. The warmth, the sincerity, the safety.
Oh, how she wished those arms would circle around her and squeeze her tight.
Oh, how she wished she could lay her head on that chest, listening to the soft breathing, and fall asleep to the sound of a gentle heartbeat.
Her soul yearned for it. To become one with her lover. To know that body, that heart intimately, unlike anyone else ever has.
Lois wanted to take that pillow and turn it into an exact replica of her lover. To make an idol. To hold it and kiss it and cherish it, until the day the real thing would come into her arms.
She nuzzled her face deeper into the pillow, and she pulled the blanket over her body.
Alone in this cradle of love, Lois could imagine it… but it was only a dream.
Sigh.
Only a dream.
The arms were fake. The legs are not there.
The beat of a heart was imaginary.
Her thoughts turned back to her lover, and she squeezed the pillow tighter; hoping that when she opened her eyes, her lover, her crush, her cherished soulmate would be there.
But when they opened, her dreams were dashed.
And she held the pillow tightly for a new reason.
To hide her tears and her pain.
To hold onto a foolish dream better thrown into the trash.
Help Him
Lizy held her breath as she witnessed it happen.
A silent scream bubbling up from her chest as she listened to the desperate chirps coming from a baby, featherless bird as it fell from the top of a tree.
Heavy tears falling from her cheek as she heard the crumpled thump of the little pink thing landing on the ground.
She took off at a run, her frozen lips finally releasing the scream held in for too long.
"MOM!"
Over and over again, yelling for help; even as she fell to her knees, sliding beside the baby bird.
Her tiny hands hovered over it, shaking and weak.
It wasn't just pink… but drops of red on its back, and a wing seemed weird…
She tried to pick it up, but froze when the bird chirped like it was in pain.
As it flopped onto its side, Lizy's tears increased.
She was pretty sure bird legs weren't bent that way… or that little wings twitch like that.
Lizy heard her mother's footsteps coming up from behind her before she listened to Lana's call.
"What's wro- oh my…" the woman gasped.
Lizy turned to her, holding out the broken bird still chirping.
"Help him, mom. He fell."
Lana frowned as she listened to its painful wails, and her daughter's sorrowful tears.
She held out her hand.
"Give him to me, Lizy."
The girl did so quickly, her heart feeling a small flicker of hope.
But Lana felt no such thing.
"Honey, I can't fix him and he's hurting…"
Lizy looked at the baby bird, watching as bits of blood dripped from its open beak.
"Look away, Lizy. I'm going to stop his pain."
"Mom…" the girl hesitated, "…what are you going to do to him?"
Lana put on a strong face for her daughter.
"Help him on to a better place."
Accidents
Lina was in a pickle.
She was pregnant.
But she was extra careful!
She'd used a pill, made Lemy wrap up, and even had him pull out!
She couldn't figure it out.
And the poor guy was anxious to take responsibility, too.
Sigh.
They didn't have sex all that often either.
In fact, they hadn't even touched each other during her last series of unsafe days.
You know, just to play it smart and whatnot.
Though, come to think of it…
It could've been because Lyle had found her in the shower one day, and just walked in, opened the curtain, let himself inside, and… well… you know how these things go, right?
Accidents happen.
Or the next day, when she was outside skating around on the road and Bobby walked up and whispered something in her ear… threatening to turn her into the police for that recent string of graffiti across town…
So she followed him around back behind the shed, let him press her against the metal siding, and… yeah…
Come to think of it, she never did graffiti before. Huh. How strange.
But not as strange as the way Lemy's Dad and Granddad had found her just about to take a pill, told her it wouldn't be needed anymore, and then picked her up and carried her into the master bedroom.
When Lina came out of the room the next day, she could barely walk.
Sigh.
The poor girl couldn't figure out how to tell Lemy that their baby was a complete accident.
How she got pregnant by Lemy she'd never know, with how careful they were and all.
Sigh… it was a real pickle.
Oh well.
Now, if you'll excuse Lina, Aunt Leni just walked in with a strap on and she figured another accident was about to happen.
Being the Change 2
Lyra held a clump of white hair in her hand.
White and blood red.
The young girl in front of her was looking back at her in defiance.
Lupa would not be broken.
Meh. As if Lyra cared enough to break her prey.
Lupa watched as the psycho killer lifted the tuft of her she'd ripped from her scalp, and smelled it.
"What the fuck are you doing, bitch?"
Lyra breathed in the blood, reminding herself of why she was ridding this world of its sin.
"Purifying the world."
Lupa scoffed, her pain still not getting the better of her.
Lyra walked over to a furnace, a kettle setting atop a deep burning fire.
"And what better way is there than to cleanse with fire?"
Lupa watched as her older sister put on thick leather gloves and carried the kettle over.
Lyra smiled as she sat the pot down and picked up a small dental device; stuffing it into Lupa's mouth, locking it into place so she couldn't close her lips.
Smiling even wider, Lyra hefted the kettle up and preyed.
"Dear Lord, I pray that Your Word would go into her heart," she said as she tipped the concoction of boiling reds, oranges, and yellows: a fatal potion of any and everything she could find, "and not come back void."
Oh God, the screams of pure rapture as molten fire poured down into that girl's bowels were something to behold.
One could say that finally Lupa was filled with the Holy Spirit and she just couldn't contain her shouts!
Scare
Lincoln was hiding behind the couch, smiling evilly.
Soon, what he was waiting for came into the room.
Looking upward and side to side, not speaking or making a noise on her silent feet.
Her hands curled downward as she strolled just like her mother.
The black haired girl went to the couch and sat down, wiggling a little to get comfortable.
She eyed the doorway, making sure no one would see her sneaking in another episode of her favorite cartoon.
She reached her hand out to grab the remote and-
Lincoln reached over the back and grabbed his daughter, yelling loudly, "GOT YOU! AHHHH!"
The little girl looked at him, her eyes wide and afraid, and she screamed.
And screamed, and screamed, and her tears flooded her face.
Lincoln sat her down and hurried to hold her hand and soothe her, but it was too late.
The girl was inconsolable.
The two turned their head toward the loud stomping and growl they heard from the kitchen.
Leni came in glaring at her husband, but trying to soften her look for her daughter.
She knelt down beside Linc, and hugged her.
Between both parents, Bed calmed down. And soon she even found herself drifting toward her dad: as it was a cartoon he loved to watch… so naturally she began to love it, too.
She tugged on his arm and managed to convince him to watch an episode with her.
One turning into a half season.
Leni wasn't done with him though.
When it came time to go to bed, she absolutely refused to let him into their bed.
So, instead of sleeping with his wife, he collected his things and went to the couch…
Where Bed was already waiting and ready for a sleepover.
And they finished the rest of the season.
A Sweet Taste
A young teen girl was bouncing on her toes, looking for a restroom you could tell.
But you knew what this poor girl didn't…
It was out of order. And, well, with how badly she needed it…
She wouldn't make it in time to the other side of the park.
So, you waited until she saw the sign. You saw her face drop. You heard her whispered curse.
And, oh god, you saw just a small dark spot appear on her skirt, and you knew then that you had to do something to help her.
You walk over and, without talking to her, you grab her hand and take her behind a dumpster.
You sit down on your legs, with your hands splayed before you on the ground.
You tip your head back and open your mouth.
Your tongue pops out, wet and ready to accept her.
Your burning eyes are looking into hers.
She's so embarrassed, humiliated, but she can't refuse your offer.
She pulls down her panties and walks toward you.
You close your eyes as her skirt drifts over your face.
Soon, her heat hits you and you nearly faint from how strongly she smells.
God…
She bends down until her pussy lips press against your open mouth.
Your tongue drifts forward and parts her cunt, prodding her urethra.
You hear her moan, and then you yourself groan as her sweet nectar pours into your throat.
You take it all, sucking on her pussy for every last drop.
Your belly feels warm and heavy with her heat, and you give her little flower a kiss.
When she's finally done, you stand up and walk away.
You don't even ask for her name or say anything to her.
It's not until hours later in the park that you hear some dark colored kid bumbling about beside the girl you helped… and he called her "Liby."
Liby.
Such a sweet name for a sweetly tasting girl.
Good Daughter
Leia found the shy girl milling about on the ground.
One foot, two foot, kicking the ground and sighing...
It irritated the blonde with pigtails.
She glided over on her snooty air of superior breeding and good grace.
She stared down, expecting the little thing to look up at her, but she was soundly ignored.
Leia didn't like that.
"Ahem."
You best listen to her, you nipponese brat.
The little thing looked up, her eyes partially covered by her dark raven bangs.
"What's up with you? Did Daddy decide to get his refund from the kiddy store?"
Bed sighed again. And then shrugged. And then looked off to the side.
Leia turned to look at the object of the Asian loli's interest.
The adopted girl's brother was leaning against a tree, looking so muscular in his tight athletic shirt and casually lifting a pair if barbells like they were stuffed animals. His long blonde hair hung around his waist in a braid that Bed, his little sister, had given him just hours earlier.
Leia looked back at the girl and eyed the finer details.
The pink on her cheeks. The slight hitch in her breath. The way her small hands leaned toward him, most likely wanting to clutch at his arms.
Leia tilted her head.
"Having boy troubles, Hirohito?"
Bed looked up at her sister-cousin, and sighed... then nodded.
So, in a show of good will and potential favors later on, Leia took her by the hand and led her inside.
"Then, come with me and I'll teach you how to win a man over."
Bed didn't know what to expect when she was told to sit down on Leia's immaculate bed.
But she surely wasn't expecting to be presented with a banana.
Much less being told to eat it.
So the girl peeled it down, slowly, gently, trying not to break the rind.
She had a thing where if the whole peeling didn't come off, uh, whole, then she'd get irritated and it's ruin the taste of her treat.
But right as she started to take a bit, Leia told her to stop.
First, she had to kiss the tip.
So, she pressed her lips to the skender end, feeling the wet stickiness of the banana's flesh.
Then, she trailer kisses down one side, at Leia's watchful gaze.
Her tiny pink tongue brushed up the other side, all the way to the tip... giving it a teasing flick, making Leia nod in approval.
Finally, she was told to wrap her lips around the tip and push it into her mouth, as far as she could go.
She went down, deeper, farther...
She started to choke, her face started to get hot, her arms shook.
The whole fruit was easily eight inches long...
She almost made it... Just past six inches when she started coughing and yanked it out of her mouth.
But instead of getting scolded as she expected from the pint sized dictator in a school girl uniform, she was calmly encouraged to do it again.
To go deeper with each thrust.
And before the afternoon was over, she had not only made it to the very bottom, but had discovered she could practically wrap her tongue around it and even suck on it!
She was thoroughly pleased with herself, and she gave her sister-cousin a Leni-sized hug in return.
Now to hunt down her beloved big brother and show him this new trick she had learned!
Hours trickled by until night finally fell.
The perfect time to sneak into his bed and pull his pants down and show him how much she loved him.
She hurried to his door, in her bare feet and her little mint green nightie with white fringe, identical to her mother's.
But when she got closer, she heard noises.
Strange noises...
Just like what come from Mommy's room when Daddy spends the night.
The little girl began to frown, already knowing what she would see - cause she totes let her curiosity and nosiness get the better of her every time she heard her mother scream her father's name.
She turned the knob and looked inside...
And Lyle was laying back on the bed, a dark haired whore bouncing on his waist.
Tears blurred her vision, but she knew that was Lemy in front of the harlot driving his no no into the girl's mouth.
She closed the door and was swept away on a sad wind, which carried her feet silently through the house...
Until she was at her mother's door.
She stepped inside but didn't see Leni.
Instead, there in his pajamas was her father, Lincoln, already looking at her with worried eyes.
"What's wrong, Love Bug?"
She didn't say a word - running and jumping into his arms, and letting her tears take her.
Lincoln rubbed his daughter's back, but she wouldn't calm down.
Bed couldn't stop crying. Her bitty heart was broken into frozen fractals.
Lincoln was list for what to do, but he kept up the physical contact.
Eventually, he felt a pressure on his chest. Pushing him backward. So he obeyed and laid down, expecting his daughter to lay down with him.
But instead Bed's teary eyes looked down on him and she climbed onto one of his legs, straddling him.
Lincoln tried to ask her what was wrong-
But she shook her head, signaling him to not question her but to just leave her be.
Her hands drew near to his heat, slipping under his shirt and onto his stomach.
Her eyes connected with his. Mesmerizing and dark, much like her mother's.
She blinked, and Lincoln fell under her spell.
Bed's hands moved down to his waistband...
Soon, she was laying down on his legs and staring up at his erection.
He was much like the banana, and she finally understood why Leia had her use that fruit.
She started off slowly, kissing his tip, then the side, then licking his length.
Her eyes never left his, keeping him under her magic.
She took him into her mouth, and finally smiled when she heard him gasp.
She was nearly startled when she saw the bedroom door open, but she didn't stop.
Not when Lyra leaned inside and froze in place - barely comprehending how a girl that small could suck all of her father into her throat like that...
Bed finally felt real joy, real fulfillment.
Making her daddy happy, and even helping her sister-cousin feel good - if the sudden sharp gasps, gyrating hips, and hand thrusting inside tight jeans was anything to go by.
Bed was really enjoying herself. Proud of herself, as a good daughter and lover, but she was going to kick Leia's butt later on.
Because she wasn't prepared for what came after you sucked on a boy's no no for too long.
...she'd need a bath to clean off the huge gush of cum.
Hopefully, mommy would bathe with her, and then she could show Leni how good a daughter she is, too!
Anon sat on his chair fucking bored out of his mind. He was cranky and butthurt and really hoping to get a GET but didn't have enough neetbucks to make the software that could land him a spot of five minute fame.
This made Anon very sad. So he took it out on an innocent thread full of degenerates and dirtbags.
His door opened and he swiveled his chair around.
There at the entrance was a little girl. With black hair in a bobcut and a green dress and a little pack wrapped around her waist.
She walked towards him, as silent as death itself.
He couldn't even hear her breathe.
"What do you want, bitch?"
She never spoke a word.
She climbed up onto his lap and looked into his eyes.
Hers were so dark and mysterious, like low burning embers. They spoke to him. Telling him things. Compelling him to shut up and listen to her command.
She opened her pack and pulled out a gun. She put it in his hand.
Her eyes never left his.
She blinked, her pupils dilating...
And his body froze. All except his arm. That lifted the pistol to his head.
The little Lenicoln child blinked her eyes once more.
Blink.
And in a flash Anon wasn't bored anymore.
Her First Itch
Bed had an itch that she couldn't scratch, and it was totes embarrassing.
All day at school, she tried to hide her prying hands from view; because she couldn't stop from letting her fingernails roam and pick at the annoying crawling feeling on her skin.
Her legs had been bothering her all day.
First one would itch, then the other, then both, then neither. And right when she'd breathe a sigh of relief, the itch would return.
At one point, she was sitting on her chair coloring in a drawing for her Kindergarten teacher.
The next she was bent over the desk, lifting her butt slightly off the seat, and slinking her fingers up her dress just far enough to reach her itch.
But try as she might, it just wouldn't go away!
When she finally got home, she decided, she would go up to her room, shed her clothing, and obliterate the annoyance once and for all.
And that's exactly what she did.
Ran up to her mom, gave her a quick hug and kiss, and then hurried to her bedroom – her feet as silent as a still breeze.
She pulled her dress over her head, messing her hair up. Her hair stick thingy flew out, letting her shoulder length hair fall freely and wildly around her neck. She tossed away her shoes and squinted her eyes.
She sat down on her bed and crossed her legs, and finally… she went to town on them.
Her nails moving like a blur, scratching this and that and everything!
Her skin was turning pink, but she didn't stop…
Then, she furrowed her brows when all of her itches scurried away into a new, deeper place.
Her eyes looked straight at her flower-print undies.
Oh, they wouldn't get away that easily.
Bed put her legs together and lifted her feet up.
She yanked her panties down her hips, then up-up-up her legs, tossing them aside when her feet were free of them.
The girl, never saying a single word, stared at her coochie with a frown.
It was a strange sensation to her… but it felt like the itch was coming from… from inside.
She poked her outer lips, her frown deepening.
Her fingers pressed at it.
She pulled them apart.
Her inner pink revealed itself, and she grimaced.
The itch wouldn't go away if she didn't do anything, but… she was afraid.
Afraid of that hole… where did it go? Wh-what would happen if she pushed at it?
Was it like her belly button?
Was it like her mouth?
Not to mention how gross it was because PEE came from there…
But the itched remained, and it needed to die, at all costs…
So, with a bit of trepidation, she pushed a finger inside and immediately cringed, her stomach almost turning…
But now that she was here, her curiosity got the better of her.
She felt a bit sticky and… weird… was that normal? Maybe… Hopefully…
Her finger kept going, too…
Up to one knuckle – she started to hiss – up to her second knuckle – oh god w-was she completely empty inside!?
And when her third knuckle bumped into her lips Bed let out a little gasp.
That… that felt kinda nice.
She bumped into her little button, too, and that felt even nicer.
Her itch tho was still nagging at her, so she focused and curled her finger inside her cooch.
And started scratching lightly, still a bit afraid of what may happen.
And that? That was amazing!
A light pink dusted her cheeks and her lungs hitched.
Her finger moved a little faster, twisting to scratch more and more places.
Her knuckles were basically humping her lips and button at this point.
She looked down and wondered if two fingers would feel better than one… just like two cookies tasted better than just one…
Soon, she was laying back on her sheets, one hand clutching her pillow to her chest and her eyes clenched tight as sweat covered her face.
And her little hand pistoned against her pussy as her near-silent moans came out against her will.
Her eyes were seeing stars, she was afraid; but it felt so good!
Finally, she couldn't take it anymore, and her back arched off the bed, and her legs kicked into the air – the little five year old screamed as she felt her first climax over take every last one of her senses.
She fell back to the bed, panting, red, and smiling.
And her itch was finally gone.
Give and Take
Gloom was being rocked back and forth on the bed, tears streaming down her face.
Lyle was looking dead into her eyes, his own face red and full of painful tears.
And Lois was having the time of her life.
The young girl grunted and moaned, much like a thirsty whore, or a teenage boy that's finally got an unending taste for pussy.
She threw her hips forward, draping herself over Gloom's back as every one of her ten inches sunk inside the girl – stretching her so deeply, so fully, the gothic girl would be broken and ruined for any other man, or woman~
Her sly hands reached around to cup Gloom's full milk jugs.
She looked over at the tied up boy, and smirked.
"Isn't she beautiful, Lyle?"
Lois pulled out till the very tip of her thick cock was visibly wet, drenched with Gloom's unwilling girlcum.
"Don't you wish you could fuck her? Make love to her?"
She pressed her lips on Gloom's neck, making the girl shiver and her pussy quake around her futa dick.
Her voice hot and breathy on the sweet girl's bare skin:
"You love her, don't you? You love her more than you love me?"
Lois' hands gripped raven locks of hair, squeezing them tight, and yanked the girl's neck backward.
"So, foolish. You should have known I'd take her from you…"
Slowly, inch by inch, her dick speared into the girl; Gloom whining and begging for her to stop, screaming for help that would never come.
God, Lois was ready to pop at the girl's frightened sounds alone!
Her lips pressed against her sister's ear.
"You want Lyle's baby, don't you? Tell him. Tell him how badly you want it."
Gloom could barely look at him; her neck was still bent uncomfortably.
But Lyle could see her eyes flicker. His throat clenched tight. He could barely breathe.
Lois merely laughed as she proceeded to fuck her sister harder, and harder, and harder… until Gloom's generous chest was bouncing like crazy.
"You refused to give me your love, Lyle… so I'm going to take away yours~"
Lyle didn't know a broken heart could stop and freeze over, but it did as he saw the white seed of a monster, a rapist, dripping slowly from the bruised pussy of his beloved Gloom.
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