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From Mother To Daughter 5
🕑 Added 2023-09-08 19:00:02 +0000 UTCGreta got down behind Wendy’s splayed buttocks, roving her eyes over their juicy spread before she came to her glossy wet perineum and the cleft where her womanhood split, wrapped around Cannon’s big prick as it rutted in and out of her.
She was shocked that Cannon could pump into Wendy so fast and still be held so tight by her clinging folds. His balls jostled and swayed with the movements of their joined bodies, jiggling when Wendy came down on his cock and rolling when he shafted up into her.
Greta put her hand under Cannon’s heavily-laden sack and allowed it to sweep over her palm. She felt his balls moving around inside, so pleasingly sizable, then closed her hand to trap them. That didn’t deter Cannon one bit. He kept going right into Wendy, only now his rutting pulled on his balls in Greta’s grip.
She enjoyed the feeling of knowing she had him on a short leash, even though she knew that if she tried to influence him in any way, he would simply reassert his authority. And she knew that would go his way. He’d fucked her too hard for her to pretend once more that it wasn’t exactly what she needed.
Greta dropped her face below Wendy’s ass and stuck her tongue out, dragging them across Cannon’s hairy balls. The wrinkled, almost leathery flesh tickled her sensitive taste buds; the flavor of them, with Wendy’s juices dripping down all over their heft, was luscious.
She licked and mouthed Cannon’s balls until all she could taste was her own saliva on them. Then she moved upward. Running her tongue onto the underside of Cannon’s erection, where all Wendy’s pumping and bumping couldn’t deposit her.
She lapped at the fleshy seam that ran underneath Cannon’s length, twitching it left and right with her swishing tongue. Then she pushed her tongue into Cannon’s member and let his rutting carry it up and down her licks.
If Cannon weren’t so broad with muscles, such a strongman, she wouldn’t be able to jam herself in below Wendy’s energetic riding. The girl’s ass was right on top of her—there was barely room to breathe with her face pressed up so close to Cannon’s open thighs.
Wendy stared down into Cannon’s face while they tested the line between her fucking him and him fucking her. His look was stoic, but she could see through his poker face that she was getting to him. His lips stayed parted. His eyes glazed when they drank in her quivering body. She clamped down on his manhood and twisted her hips to see how his eyes shone from the feeling inside her.
He had such a big prick that she felt open, really open, from how far he rearranged her. Her clit was tugged at and kneaded every time she tripped down the length of his member. When she came down all the way on his erection, the little bud slapped against the vee of muscles at his groin and she sizzled a little hotter.
And Wendy had been burning since he entered her.
Sensing she was going to come, she leaned forward and ground her clit onto the ridge of hardened muscle, feeling the wiry hair raking across her sensitive flesh. It should’ve hurt, gritting her there, but she was too far gone for anything she felt to be pain.
Wendy pleasured herself on his scarred, hardened body as hard as she could, rewarded for her feverish efforts with delight that turned her pussy into a blast furnace. She rubbed her breasts across his chest, feeling toned muscle and thick hair everywhere her delicate nipples went, until finally her cunt took over and gave itself over more fully to Cannon than her conscious mind ever could.
Her sex held onto him tight, like it was clutching Cannon for support, even as convulsions twisted it around his big dick. She moaned, enjoyed the reverberations that sparked out from their meeting and flooded the rest of her. Cannon could feel her getting off and he rode into her, getting all of himself into her quaking pussy, to enjoy her orgasm all over his manhood.
He didn’t shoot, though. He knew he could have more fun before her cunt was too sore to be enjoyed.
The next thing Wendy knew, Greta was pulling at her, forcing her flagging body from its perch on top of Cannon. “Get off, damn you! If you’re going to fuck, fuck! If you’ve had enough, then let me get some more!”
“Hold it, Greta. She’s not done yet,” Cannon said with authority in his voice. “Not until I say she’s done.”
Greta spoke with an aura of smugness. “Oh, I see. You want her properly broken in—the way you didn’t do to me until just now. Fine. But at least give it to her so I can see it, as long as it’s not going to be me getting it. I want to enjoy the only thing I don’t get when it’s me in the saddle: the view.”
Cannon himself didn’t care how it looked to put the screw to a girl—it seemed a distant second to how it felt. But he did want Greta to enjoy herself, and remember her place, even when she wasn’t his current amusement.
“All right, woman, you tell me how you want Wendy fucked. It seems like she’s abstaining from the vote.”
Greta gave Wendy another tug. “Here, I’ll show you. Lie on your side by that wall.”
Cannon obeyed her, for now. He’d rather have Greta thinking of how she’d like Wendy screwed than how she’d like it herself.
Wendy went along with it too, sufficiently cowed—or at least numbed in the brain—to do as she was told without thought of implications beyond when her sexual enjoyment would resume.
She wiggled back into him like they were spooning, then Greta lifted Wendy’s topmost leg into the air and Cannon took it to hold out of the way, splaying Wendy like the letter Y. Greta reached between Wendy’s legs and behind her ass, getting Cannon’s prick and pulling it out into the open. She lined it up with Wendy’s gaping slot until Cannon could push into her with their intersection on full display.
With Wendy’s leg up out of the way, Greta could see exactly how man and woman came together. She sighed with satisfaction the same as Wendy was expressing with Cannon fitted into her hole and burrowing to her womb.
“You can take it, Wendy,” Greta exclaimed. “I can see your stomach bulging… even your pussy looks different when it’s all filled up like that… he’s still going to break you, of course. He’s going to change that pussy forever. Ruin you for other men. Enjoy it while you can, daughter mine. You’re never going to feel this tight again…”
“At least it looks good,” Wendy purred, eyes rolling, “judging from the way you’re watching…”
“She’ll always be plenty tight to me,” Cannon said, making a few thrusts, letting Wendy get used to the new position while he reached around her to play with her tits.
Wendy put her hands on his beefy arm, squeezing the muscle while he fondled her in turn. Then she took one hand off it, reaching down instead to her spread pussy lips. Her fingertips trailed over them and touched Cannon’s manhood as he sent it deep up inside her. A little more motion and she was touching her clit.
She pinched the fleshy little bud between the pads of her fingers and gently rolled it. Putting on a show of rapidly approaching orgasm for Greta as her stepmother watched and watched.
The older woman was seated right across from Cannon and Wendy, one hand down in her lap and mimicking what Wendy was doing to herself. She could see everything: the pink lips of Wendy’s cunt spread wide open and how Cannon rooted into Wendy’s hot wet snatch as far as he could go and how his balls slid across Wendy’s thigh as she was made to devour all of his spearing endowment.
It looked so good from a little ways off that Greta just had to see it up close. And she did, getting so close that she could stick out her tongue and touch what they were doing.
That was what Greta did next.
Cannon groaned, feeling her tongue moving over his prick even as it was going into the supple pressure Wendy had to offer. “That feels good,” he admitted. “But Wendy feels good enough. Do it to her instead. Lick her cunt.”
“What?” Wendy gasped, stopping her orbiting fingers on her clit to find what exactly Cannon wanted now. “I’m not a lesbian, Cannon! I don’t want her tongue on my pussy!”
“I do,” Cannon told her. “You’ll enjoy it. You’ll always enjoy doing what you’re told. A submissive little slut like you can’t do anything else.”
