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Chapter One

Lewis Zachary “Zach” Black

I reeled from the revelation my thought form just told me. Mrs. Augustine, the preacher’s wife and Susannah’s mother, had an affair with my own father. She was the unfaithful wife with the false marriage. My stomach heaved.

I had a second sister, and I had slept with her, too.

I had claimed her as my wife.

And Mrs. Augustine… Did she know that Susannah was my sister? She never objected to me dating my half-sister. Maybe she believed Susannah was her husband’s child. I fought to keep my composure. It was the most shocking thing I had ever heard in my life.

“So how’s school going?” Reverend Augustine said, grinning at me. He was a tall man, his dark hair peppered with gray and starting to bald.

“Challenging, but I’m keeping my nose to the grindstone, sir,” I said, hoping my voice didn’t ring with my shock.

Mrs. Augustine and my father? That piece of shit asshole who left my mother with my sister and me to raise. Just went out for cigarettes, as the meme went, and never came back. Lewis Black, the man my mother named me after, was out there, somewhere. Probably dying of alcoholism if he wasn’t dead.

My mother still loved him. Still pined after him. It was like seeing a battered woman who could never admit her husband was a piece of shit. If he ever came back, I’d deck him. Then I’d probably kill him. Slowly. Stealthily. In a way that could never be traced back to me.

I’d killed one man… That was the hard part, right? That first time.

“Going to graduate with a 4.0?” the reverend asked.

I forced a chuckle. “Maybe a 3.9. I’m not that good.”

“You inspire Susannah,” he said. “She wants to go off to the same college as you.”

“She’s a smart girl,” I said. “Must get that from her father.”

He laughed. “Probably, probably. At least she got her mother’s looks.”

That she did. Susannah was the spitting image of her mother. My father left hardly any of him in Susannah. She and Moira looked nothing alike. You’d never suspect them of being sisters. Clearly, Reverend Augustine had no idea.

God, I had to cuckold this man. I liked him. I had to fuck his mother. I’d already claimed his daughter. I’d add his mother to my, what, secret harem. Susannah was already okay with me fucking her mother if Nisha the “Angel” ordained it. She even said she’d commit incest with her mother.

My stomach churned. A sick feeling rose in me. My mother would be the last woman, wouldn’t she? The mother I had to claim. I’d hope it was that snake Charles’s mother I had to steal from him. Wrest her from his power and fuck her in front of him or something, but this…?

“You’ll be graduating in just a few more years,” Reverend Augustine said. “Got any plans.”

“Asking if there’s going to be a ring on your daughter’s finger?” I asked, needing to keep up the facade.

“I’d hate to see her end up with anyone else.” He chuckled. “She’s smitten with you. She’d make a good wife for you.”

“Like her mother did for you?”

“We’ve had far more good times than bad.” He looked serious. “They happen in every marriage. Each day, you start it up again, deciding to still love your spouse. Me and Mrs. Augustine keep making that commitment.”

Susannah said they made passionate love often. She could hear her mother moaning from the other bedroom. Yet it was clear that Mrs. Augustine craved me now. Hearing the poem caused so many little things to form a picture.

How she smiled at me. How she hugged me. I always felt how… endowed she was. I thought it was innocent—I mean, it was hard to hug a man when you were as busty as her without rubbing your tits into him—but now… I knew it wasn’t. She lusted for me. I just had to make my move.

Tonight? With the reverend here? I’d have to find a time. Susannah could talk about that. Fuck, how would she respond to learning the truth? I’d have to spin it. Divine will. God intended us to be this close. A merging of sacred bloodlines or something.

“Dinner’s ready, boys,” Mrs. Augustine said, appearing in the entrance of the living room, a big smile on her lips. She doffed her white apron, wearing a blue dress with a conservative cut, though it did fit snug in the hips and could not hide those tits. She had breasts as big as her daughter’s.

But staring at her, the words of the poem echoed in my mind.

To get her, I just had to be my father’s son. Anger burned in me that he had any connection to this. My hands balled into fists even as I smiled and said, “Smells delicious, Mrs. Augustine.”

“Oh, aren’t you sweet,” she said as I headed toward her. She grabbed my arm, pulling me into the dining room while rubbing the side of her breast against me. I felt her softness. The warmth bled through her bra and skin. My cock ached. “Just a perfect gentleman.”

“He is, Mom,” Susannah said. She wore a pink dress in a similar cut to her mother’s. She looked good in it as she sat a bowl of mashed potatoes down on the middle of the table. A platter with the roast was there. “If you’d cut the roast, Dad.”

“Sure,” he said, coming around behind me and his wife who still held onto me for a moment longer. In fact, she pressed tighter against me for a moment. Her perfume filled my nose. She was here to seduce me.

Fuck.

Mrs. Augustine broke away from me as Susannah brought out the peas. She flashed me a happy smile, clearly so glad to have me over for dinner. I smiled back at her. It was hard not to. Susannah was this brilliant light, unsullied despite what she had done behind closed doors. Pure. Precious.

The roast was cut and slices were divvied up onto plates. I sat in the middle of the table with Susannah across from me, her father to my left, and her mother to my right. We all took hands to say grace before we dug in.

“Father, we wish to thank you for having Zach over,” Mr. Augustine said while his wife’s warm hand gripped mine, her thumb rubbing against the back of my hand. “He’s a good lad who has such promise for the future.”

A foot rubbed at my right leg, pushing up my pants to rub at my calf beneath. My heart beat faster as I glanced surreptitiously at Mrs. Augustine. She had her eyes closed and a smile on her lips as she stroked me with her bare foot.

“Bless this food that we’re about to consume,” Reverend Augustine continued, “and bless our home. Thank you for this bounty that you have provided to nourish us. Amen.”

“Amen,” I muttered, my heart racing. That foot stroking my leg sent heat rushing up to engorge my cock. It was… exciting having her do that beneath her husband’s nose. He had no idea this was going on.

I swallowed as the mashed potato, gravy float, and peas were passed around the table. I cleared my throat and said, “Thanks for having me. It looks good.”

“I made the mashed potatoes,” Susannah said with delight. “And the gravy.”

I took a big mouthful of them. I groaned at how good they were. No faking it. She had all the wifely skills down. “That’s great. Creamy and the gravy… Perfect.”

She blushed happily while her mother smiled at me, her bare foot still rubbing at my calf. I smiled back at Mrs. Augustine, letting her know I liked what she was doing. If I had to claim her, then I would claim her. I would make her into my cum-dumpster.

A wave of anger shot through me. Not only had she fucked my father, but she was an adulterer. A liar. She put up this facade, and it was all a lie. I could see it now. A wanton harlot simmered behind her mask of a loving wife.

I would fuck her so hard. Jizz on her face. Her tits. I would fuck her ass and make her suck my dick clean. I wouldn’t make love to her. She didn’t deserve that. She deserved to be degraded. I would give her to Sable when I was done and let her have fun with the woman.

Clearly, Mrs. Augustine would tie me to a man of faith to show the world that I was a righteous man and had the backing of my reverend. She must have her husband wrapped around her finger. He had no idea what sort of woman he had married.

That had to be why she would be bound to me.

I momentarily put my hand beneath the table and placed it on her thigh, squeezing her. She arched an eyebrow at me before I pulled it away. No one else noticed. Her smile grew wicked for a heartbeat.

“Susannah is lucky to have caught your affection,” Mrs. Augustine said. “You’re such a fine young man, Zach. Just fine.”

“Thank you,” I said, smiling at her. “I want to do right by her.”

“Good, good.” Her foot slid up and down me, caressing me. “I want her to find a man who I will cherish her. Be a good companion for her. She has good judgment. If I was here age, well… and I had to choose between you and my husband…”

Reverend Augustine laughed. “Lucky me, I didn’t have that sort of competition.”

“And you’d have to compete with me, Mom,” Susannah said, so innocent of it. She smiled at me.

“That would be a tough one,” I said. “You inherited your mother’s beauty, Susannah. She must have looked just like you at sixteen.”

Susannah giggled. “Then we’d be like you and Moira. Only…”

“One of you would have to be the bad one,” I said, my gaze flicking to Mrs. Augustine.

A smile played on her lips for a moment. Oh, yes, she knew she was the bad one.

I was so hard right now. I wanted to have Nisha suck me off. I could. My thought form was right here watching it all, drinking it in. She moved behind Susannah, those dusky breasts of my tulpa rising and falling. Only I could see her. Interact with her.

I could control my cock.

I devoured the meal. I was starving. I didn’t get many home-cooked meals. Mom had to work two jobs, so I grew up on Rice a Roni, Hamburger Helper, and Kraft Mac ‘N Cheese. Fish stick Fridays. Top Ramen lunches. Cereal for breakfast.

This was a treat. I mixed my roast with the mashed potatoes, savoring eating them together. The peas had butter on glazed on them with some light seasoning. It was a meal that had me thrilled to be here even with Mrs. Augustine flirting.

With her being a whore under her husband’s and daughter’s noses.

“That was good,” I said, rising. “I just have to use the restroom.”

I headed down the hallway—I knew the way. I took a piss, Nisha standing by me. It wasn’t easy peeing with a hardon. I had to wipe up the rim of the bowl with toilet paper thanks to an errant stream. I flushed the toilet and opened the door.

Mrs. Augustine was there. She cupped my face and kissed me with passion. Her tongue thrust into my mouth. I groaned at the heat of it. So wanton and bold. I shuddered as I felt like a boy who’d never done anything with a girl.

I closed my eyes, enjoying it, though. It was a great kiss. My heart raced as her tongue danced around in my mouth. A wave of dizziness swept over me. I couldn’t believe how hard she kissed me. She tasted good, too.

She broke the kiss and purred, “Mmm, I’m going to enjoy you tonight.”

“Your daughter!” I gasped. “Your husband!”

“Don’t you worry about Susannah,” she purred. “She won’t find out!”

She kissed me again, thrusting her tongue into my mouth. She swirled it about. I shuddered as she did that. I couldn’t believe this. It was so wild. My cock throbbed so hard. I wanted to pin her to the wall and fuck her with all my might.

I would have her bound tonight. Somehow.

She broke the kiss and slipped by me into the bathroom. I panted and rubbed at my lip in case she smeared any lipstick on me. My cheeks burning, I headed back to the kitchen where Susannah was cleaning up.

“Go into the living room,” she said. “Dad’s brewing up some coffee.”

“Right, right,” I said and turned around to head to the living room.

Mrs. Augustine came up and smiled. I was surprised she was already done. She pushed her hand into my pocket, reaching deep toward my cock. She brushed my hardon and winked at me. She pulled her hand out and winked at me.

I felt something in my pocket. I reached in and found warm silk. God, she slipped me her panties.

“I’m such a tease,” she said softly, her daughter making a racket while her husband was pouring out coffee grinds into the machine. “Mmm, but you do look so much like your father, I can’t resist. He was a handsome man, too.”

“Who ran out on my mother,” I said, my anger burning bright in me. A fire that wanted to consume everything.

“Well, you don’t have his temperament,” she admitted. “You’re more… controlled. He was quite free with his desires. Took what he wanted when he wanted it. Mmm, my husband and I invited him and your mother over for dinner right after we bought this house. It was before you or Susannah were conceived. It was a fascinating night. Changed my life.”

“Our life,” Mr. Augustine said as he held up the cups of coffee. “What a night that was.”

I blinked in shock. Wait, what?

“We got to talk to your boyfriend,” Mrs. Augustine said louder. “You two are getting serious, and we need to make sure he’s the right man for you.”

“He is,” Susannah said with such confidence. She flashed me a smile, her hands in soapy water.

I smiled back at her, unable to stop myself.

“Mmm, you love her,” Mrs. Augustine said as she drew me into the living room. “That’s sweet.”

“Yeah,” I said, confused as Mr. Augustine sat in his recliner, sipping his coffee. He was staring at his wife guiding me to a loveseat. It was on the other side of the living room next to the TV. They had a big living room good for hosting bible studies.

She pushed me down on the chair and cupped my cock. “Mmm, you’re as hung as your father.”

“Your husband,” I protested, so confused.

“He likes to watch,” she purred. “I told you, that night changed our lives. Douglas and I… We discovered who we were. What we desired. I never had an orgasm before that night, didn’t know what one was, and my husband… he learned he liked to see me getting fucked so hard.” She leaned into my ear. “Your father knocked up your mother and me that night. Your mother was just early and I was late delivering Susannah which is why you’re a few weeks older than her.”

I shuddered as she dropped to her knees before me and unzipped my pants. She wasn’t hesitating. She opened my fly and reached in. She pulled out my cock. I shuddered at the feel of her drawing out my dick. She smacked her lips.

“Just as hung as your father,” she moaned before she engulfed me.

I groaned as she slid her lips over my cock. She took every inch of my dick in her hot mouth. I groaned, my face twisting in delight as she suckled on me. I couldn’t believe how great this felt. How amazing it was to have her sucking on me like that.

She bobbed her head. I shuddered at that delicious mouth sliding up and down my cock. She knew what she was doing. Her skills were fantastic. Her tongue danced around the head of my cock. Her blonde hair swayed around her face.

I swallowed at the heat she created with her suction. She nursed with such passion on me. It was a fantastic thrill to have her nursing on me. I gripped her hair. Held her tight as she bobbed her mouth. She worked her lips up and down my shaft.

“She’s good, right?” the reverend asked. “I always cum so fast when she sucks me off.”

She popped her mouth off my dick. “And when he slides into me after three or four guys have already jizzed in me, well, he just pops off. Like Thursday night.”

“I was just so excited watching you fuck those men. You were the star of the party.”

“Fuck,” I breathed as Mrs. Augustine swallowed my cock again.

She nursed on me with hunger. She wanted my cum spurting onto her mouth. I leaned back on the love seat listening to her daughter doing the dishes in the other room. This was insane. My dick throbbed, though. I loved this mouth suckling on me.

I savored her blowing me. She knew what she was doing. And it was hot knowing she wanted me more than her husband. She suckled on my big dick with passion while he rubbed at his crotch. He was turned on by this.

It was pathetic. I’d never want to see Susannah fuck another man. I certainly wouldn’t be a willing participant in it. My respect for the reverend vanished in that instant. He wasn’t the man I thought he was, either. They were both frauds.

Not Susannah, though. I knew her.

“Damn,” I whispered as she slid her lips up my cock before sliding back down me.

“Deep throat him, honey,” the revered said. “Really show him what you’re capable of doing to him.”

She moaned and obeyed. She slid her mouth down my cock, taking more and more of me until I hit the back of her throat. She didn’t stop. With a slight gurgle, she worked her mouth down my cock even farther. I groaned at the feel of her gullet engulfing my cock.

She worked her lips farther down my shaft. She moaned around my dick, massaging me with her humming. I loved that. I savored it as she gurgled and sighed. It was a hot moment to have her nursing on me like this. I groaned, savoring this passion. My heart pounded a wild beat. She knew what she was doing to me, that was for sure.

Her lips reached my bush. She had taken every inch of my dick.

“My wife is so talented,” he said with pride. With pride. This was a man who preached monogamy, and he watched his wife get gangbanged.

“That she is,” I said. “She’s a fucking whore.”

Mrs. Augustine moaned at those words like she relished them.

“She loves being called that,” he said. “We were both so innocent until your father.”

That bastard corrupted her. Turned her from a good woman to a slut. Was I doing that to Susannah? But I would never whore her out. I would only let her enjoy my cock. It was different seeing her with women. I owned Sable, too. It was just… my women playing with each other, but…

No, I would not let Susannah be turned into a whore like her mother.

I closed my eyes and enjoyed Mrs. Augustine sliding her mouth back up my cock. Her humming massaged the crown. I shuddered at that. My tip popped out of her mouth a moment later. Her tongue swept around the tip of my dick.

She brought me closer and closer to cumming. Closer and closer to bursting with each suckle. She bobbed her head, slurping on my cock. She wasn’t quiet, but Susannah made so much noise in the kitchen that she wouldn’t hear.

“That’s it,” I groaned. “You’re going to get such a mouthful of cum, whore.”

She moaned in delight, so happy to hear that. Her tongue swirled around the crown of my dick.
“Yeah, you’re going to drown in my cum, slut! Just a slut-wife. Your daughter has no idea what a fucking dirty cunt you are.”

Mrs. Augustine bobbed her head, sucking so hard. My nuts twitched. The need to cum built and built in me. I groaned, rising toward that moment when I would erupt. The pressure swelled and swelled in my nuts.

I couldn’t hold off any longer. Reverend Augustine groped his dick as he watched his wife slobbering over my dick. She suckled so hard. The preacher’s wife drew her lips up my dick, the suction incredible. My nuts twitched.

I erupted.

“Shit!” I grunted.

I fired blast after blast of cum into her mouth. I spurted again and again. She groaned, gulping down her jizz. She swallowed it all. She gulped down blast after blast of my cum. It was an outstanding bliss to have all this ecstasy shooting through me.

I groaned, my back arching into the love seat as the whore-wife gulped down my jizz. She swallowed every drop while her husband watched on with such eager eyes. My heart pounded in my chest as she swallowed all my spunk.

She gulped it all down. It was an amazing rush to have all that cum shooting into her mouth. I hit the peak of it, grunting out my delight. I erupted one last time. The pleasure filled my body. I brimmed with it.

She slid her mouth off my cock and purred, “That was delicious. Your cum is yummy, Zach.”

“And you suck dick like a cheap hooker,” I said.

She winked at me and put my cock back into my fly. She zipped me up as she added, “My pussy cream is running all the way down my thigh. I can’t wait for you to fuck me.”

She turned and headed into the kitchen where Susannah said, “All done?”

“Yep, he checks out,” said Mrs. Augustine. “I would love to have him for a son-in-law. It would be so nice to have him around.”

Fucking whore.

Chapter Two

Lewis Zachary “Zach” Black

“Once it’s late,” Mr. Augustine said to me after his wife left the living room, “you’ll pretend to leave and we’ll send Susannah to bed. Wait ten minutes then come inside and up to our room. You can fuck my wife in there. She never realizes it’s not to be fucking her mother, so be as loud as you want.”

“How did this happen?” I asked. “Was it really my father?”

“Yep.” Mr. Augustine smiled. “She misses him, your father. She’s been waiting for you to be old enough. I’m glad you’re on board.”

“And she just admitted that… Susannah’s not your daughter.”

He shook his head. “She’s your sister, but… My wife wants you in the family, so I hope that doesn’t turn you off. I mean, you’re like your father, and Susannah is her mother’s daughter. You’ve already done it with her.”

“Yeah,” I admitted. “But I’m not going to share her.”

“You’re not a cuck.” He said it with such pride. “Well, I’m glad that you’re okay with it. Susannah doesn’t have to know how closely related you two are. And try to keep her from finding out that you’re screwing her mother. Though if she’s like her mother, she won’t have a problem with… sharing.”

I stared at him. “What does that mean? You don’t fuck other women.”

“No, no, she and your mother shared your father before he ran off.” A distant look filled Mr. Augustine’s eyes. “My wife loved licking your father’s cum out of your mother’s—”

“I don’t need to hear that,” I growled, shaking my head. My mother? She did… “Don’t speak another word about my mother, you fucking worm!”

He shuddered at being called a worm like… he got off on it.

“Your wife’s going to be my personal whore, you know that, right,” I told him. “Once I get my dick in her, she won’t want any other man. Just me.”

“Yes,” he groaned, squeezing at his crotch. “Just let me watch. I want to see that so much.”
“If you do as your told,” I said. “God, how has no one learned that she’s a whore if you have men come up here or take her to parties where she’s fucked.”

“Because none of the people involved want their names to get out,” he said.

I shook my head. I’d have to make sure this shit never came out.

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Susannah Augustine

It was such a lovely evening, but it was ten and my parents were kicking Zach out. I headed to the front door with him. He paused in the doorway, cold air sweeping around him. He stroked back a lock of hair from my cheek.

“I had a great night,” I said. “I’m glad I came over. It was very… revealing.”

“Did Nisha send you a message?” she whispered.

“Later. I’ll tell you all about it later.” He leaned in, so handsome, and planted a kiss on my lips. Not a long one, but it wasn’t a quick and chaste one, either.

I felt so good as I watched him walking to his beat-up car.

I closed the door and turned around to find my mother there, a big smile on her lips. She moved closer and said, “My, my, aren’t you just about to float away.”

“I am,” I said. “This was a wonderful evening.”

“Yes, yes, it was,” said Mom. “Now, head on upstairs. We have church in the morning.”

I smiled and headed past her, my skirt swirling about me. I felt so giddy as I rushed up the stairs. I burst into my room and closed the door behind me. I stripped out of my dress, bra, and panties and threw them all into the hamper. I pulled on my nightgown and turned off the lights.

I sank into bed, so happy. It was a wonderful night. It would have been better if I could have made love to Zach. I was so wet for it. Maybe at church… Probably not, but after Church. I bet I could go on a Sunday drive with him. We could park somewhere, or just go to his place, and make love.

Or we could go to Sable’s place. I needed to eat her pussy. I hadn’t yesterday because of Charles joining the study group. We had to be careful around him. He was an evil man pretending to be good. But Zach would make sure my parents were protected from him.

I bet that was what Zach couldn’t tell me until later.

Soon, my parents came upstairs. My mother laughed throatily. They were going to make love. It wasn’t long before I heard the sounds of amorous passion. Mom and Dad were so in love. It was so wonderful.

I listened to Mom’s moans and Dad’s groans as I thrust my hand between my thighs. I rubbed at my hot cunt, sliding through my curls. I shuddered, thrusting two digits into my snatch and grinding the heel of my hand on my bud.

Pleasure sparked from my naughty clit, sweeping through me. I moaned, my cunt squeezing down on my fingers thrusting away at me. I felt so good right now. I pictured Zach in me, pumping away at me.

“I’m going to make you eat out Sable’s cunt while I fuck you in the ass,” Zach whispered in my ear. “I love you and want you to devour that pussy. I know you love it.”

“Mmm, I would love that,” I moaned to my imagination.

The sounds Mom made were growing throatier. Dad was really giving it to her. I knew just what that was like. Zach had taken me so hard before. He made me squeal with his big dick. I loved imagining he was taking me right now.

That I was able to moan that loudly.

I churned up my pussy. I worked my digits in and out of my cunt as fast as I could. I squeezed my twat down on them, wishing it was Zach’s cock. I thrust away at my twat. I fucked myself so hard with my digits. The pleasure swept through me.

This was perfect to feel. I loved every last second of thrusting away at my pussy like this. The pleasure swelled in my nethers. I churned myself up, building myself toward my climax. My toes curled. I whimpered, loving every last second of this bliss.

“Zach,” I moaned.

My mother groaned in the other room. She was getting fucked so hard. I shuddered, thrusting my fingers in and out of my twat. I quivered, hurtling closer and closer to that moment when I would burst. I wanted that so much.

I ground the heel of my hand harder on my clit. My bud throbbed as I massaged it. I squirmed beneath the covers, my nipples rubbing into the cotton on my nightgown. I whimpered, squeezing my eyes shut as I hurtled toward my climax.

“You’re all mine,” Zach whispered in my imagination. “Mine!”

“Yours!” I gasped and came.

My pussy convulsed around my digits. The pleasure swept through me. The wonderful heat washed through me. I loved every last bit of this rapture drowning my thighs. I quivered in delight, my legs kicking.

I moaned through clenched teeth, savoring this pleasure. It was so good. My pussy convulsed around my digits. I wished to feel that wonderful cum spurting into me. Mom would get that delight. Dad must be filling her to the brim.

I was so happy about that.

I hit the peak of my orgasm. I shuddered there, breathing heavily as Mom kept moaning. Dad would fuck her for a while. He was such a stud. Like my Zach. I pulled out my fingers and suckled off my sweet pussy cream.

I loved that taste. It was almost as good as Sable’s. And Moira’s.

I rested my head on my pillow and fell into naughty dreams of Zach where I gasped just like Mom did.

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Lewis Zachary “Zach” Black

I walked back into the house ten minutes later. They were waiting for me. Mrs. Augustine was naked, her husband holding her dress and bra. I had her panties, after all. She looked much like her daughter. The major differences were Mrs. Augustine had nipples dusky-pink and shaved her pussy.

Her cunt cream dripped down her thighs.

“You ready to be my whore?” I demanded of her.

“I am,” she breathed.

I picked her up with ease, holding her lithe body in my hand. She weighed a little more than Susannah. A few pounds at most. She threw her arm around my neck as I kissed her. The preacher followed as I made out with his wife.

Susannah would hear two people coming up the stairs.

I made out with her mother at the top of the stairs and down the hallway, passing Susannah’s room. The lights were off. The door to the master bedroom lay half open. I pushed through it and carried Mrs. Augustine to the bed.

She squirmed there as I undid my tie and threw it to the floor. Reverend Augustine scurried by and sat down on a chair positioned to watch the bed. He was already unbuckling to pull his cock out and jerk off. I ignore the pathetic cuck.

I unbuttoned my cuffs then the front of the dress shirt and pulled that off. I worked open my belt, unfastened my pants, and opened my fly. I shoved off my pants and boxers in a go. Mrs. Augustine licked her lips, staring at my cock with such hunger in her eyes.

I crawled into the bed and breathed in. I found another difference. Mrs. Augustine had tart pussy cream, not sweet.

I loved the scent. I would devour this whore before I fucked her hard. She was mine to enjoy tonight. And I would enjoy her in every way I could. I would use her body how I saw fit. She was just a whore.

“Say you’re my cum-dumpster, Mrs. Augustine,” I said as I lowered my head to her pussy. “My fucktoy to use however I want.”

“I’m your cum-dumpster, Zach,” she moaned. “Your personal fucktoy! Use me however you want! Cum on me. In me. I don’t care. I’m yours!”

I buried my face into her twat. I licked at her with hunger. I stroked my tongue through her folds, enjoying the tart flavor of her cunt. I wanted to make her cum. I wanted her to howl her head off because I owned her. Her body was mine to enjoy how I wanted.

And I loved making a woman cum. I wasn’t like that pathetic fuck stroking his dick while he watched. He never made his wife cum. I would. I would drown in her pussy cream before I fucked her with my dick. I would make Mrs. Augustine cum harder than my father had.

I would be the best fuck she ever had.

I thrust my tongue into her pussy and swirled around in her cunt. Her tart juices soaked my taste buds. I loved them so much while she moaned out her pleasure. She didn’t hold back. She groaned, the bed creaking as I feasted on her.

“Zach,” she moaned. “Ooh, ooh, that’s good. Mmm, you have been eating out my daughter. And maybe other girls.”

“Maybe,” I growled as I thrust my tongue into her pussy. I swirled around in her.

She shuddered, her twat clenching about me as I did that. I enjoyed the way she gripped the sides of my head. I flicked my tongue through her folds. I lapped at her, loving how she gasped. She quivered there, her thighs squeezing about the sides of my head. She whimpered, her head tossing as I feasted on her with hunger.

I licked at her with passion. She groaned as I did that. I loved the taste of her. The flavor of her cunt was delicious. I lapped at her with full hunger. I thrust my tongue into her snatch and flicked up and down her cunt.

“Zach!” she groaned as I did that. “Oh, fuck, Zach, tame my pussy! Ooh, ooh, make me cum like a dirty slut-wife! Make me your whore!”

“I’m going to make this pussy burst before I fuck you like a bitch in heat!” I growled.

“Yes!” she squealed.

I flicked my tongue up to her clit and danced around her bud. I loved how she humped back against me. She squeezed her thighs around my face. She held me tight as I licked and lapped at her pussy. She quivered, her head tossing and boobs jiggling.

I suckled on her clit. She gasped as I did that. Her thighs gripped my head, holding me to her cunt. I thrust a pair of fingers into her pussy. I buried into her snatch, loving how her juicy cunt engulfed my digits. I would soon be pounding this snatch.

My dick throbbed with the need to fuck her. I wanted to just pound her hard and fast. I ached to fuck her with everything that I had. That would be an incredible moment. I was so ready for bliss to sweep through me.

“Zach, you stud!” she moaned, clamping her twat down on my fingers. “Yes, yes, churn me up. I’m going to burst!”

“Good,” I growled around her clit.

I thrust my fingers deep into her cunt and suckled on her clit. She gasped, her hands grabbing those big, soft tits. She squeezed them and groped her boobs. She held them tight as I churned her up. I fucked my fingers deep and hard into her pussy as I nibbled on her clit.

“Zach!” she gasped. “Oh, God, yes!”

Her pussy juices gushed out.

A hot flood spilled out of her twat and soaked my lips. I groaned, licking up her snatch. I lapped at her with hunger. My tongue licked and lapped at her twat. It was a delicious one to feast upon. I stroked through her folds, gathering up all her spicy pussy cream.

Her breasts heaved as she came. She humped against me as more and more of her pussy cream gushed out of her cunt. She drenched me in her passion. I loved that moment. I gulped down her tart juices. I loved them.

“Zach, you fucking stud!” she moaned. “Oh, God, I haven’t cum like this in a while. Ooh, I love it! Just fuck me so hard!”

I ripped my mouth from her cunt and growled, “How does a bitch get fucked?”

“On her hands and knees,” she moaned.

Nisha nodded her agreement as she watched, her hands kneading her tits.

Mrs. Augustine rolled over onto her hands and knees. Her boobs swayed from side to side beneath her. She wiggled her hips at me, her butt-cheeks gorgeous. Her asshole peeked out for a moment. I would fuck her asshole, but first…

That pussy.

I pressed my cock against her cunt and glanced at her husband. He was stroking his cock faster now. He groaned as he watched me ready to violate his wife’s pussy and make her mine. I grinned at him, reveling in being the better man here.

I thrust into her cunt.

“Yes!” she gasped as her cunt squeezed around me. I could feel the magic already swirling in the air. She was destined to be mine.

And the fourth woman was…

I didn’t want to think about that.

I sank to the hilt in her hot pussy. I loved having every inch of my cock in her cunt. I savored that so much. She had a delicious twat that massaged my dick. I gripped her hips as I thrust away at her twat. Her butt-cheeks rippled.

She moaned over and over as I fucked her cunt hard and fast. I pounded her pussy with force. It was wonderful to churn her up with my big cock. She tossed her head, her blonde hair dancing as my cock slammed to the hilt in her again and again.

“That’s it,” groaned the cuckold. “Pound my wife.”

“He is!” she moaned. “Oh, god, his cock is amazing! This is a dick! This is a fucking dick! I love it. Zach! You hung stud! Oh, yes, yes, no wonder Susannah is so happy getting this cock in her. Pound me! Fuck me hard! I’m her slut-mommy! A whore-wife! Use me! This hole is for your cum!”

“Only for my cum!” I growled.

“Yes, Zach!” she howled.

“God, yes,” her husband agreed as he jerked off his little pud. “Only your cum.”

I ignored the pathetic husband as I pounded the hot wife. I slammed my dick deep and hard into her cunt. I reveled in every last moment of fucking her. I thrust into her twat again and again, her pussy gripping my dick. She held me tight. She massaged me with that hot twat.

It was an incredible rush to fuck her. A wonderful bliss to pound her with force. It was outstanding to fuck her so hard and fast. I rammed into her cunt with such force. I loved every last second of fucking her like this.

“Oh, that’s good,” she moaned. “That dick is amazing! I’m going to cum so fucking hard, Zach!”
SMACK!

I slapped her ass. “You better! You better explode on me! I want you howling your head off! My women always cum hard!”

“Yes, yes, yes,” she groaned as I buried my cock into her hard.

My nuts slapped into her pussy. I buried into her hard and fast. My cock churned her up with passion. It was such a wild moment to pound into her twat. I fucked her hard and fast, her cunt gripping my dick.

Her husband groaned as he spanked his little dick. He watched on as I pounded his wife’s cheating cunt. Her whore-pussy gripped me with hot, silky delight. I loved burying into her again and again. I loved every last moment of this delight.

“Fuck,” I groaned.

“Ooh, ooh, that’s so good,” she moaned as I plowed to the hilt in her snatch. “Just like that, Zach! You stud! I’m going to cum!”

SMACK!

“That’s fucking right you are!” I growled and slammed into her pussy.
She threw back her head as her cunt went wild.

“Zach! Cum in me!”

Her pussy suckled at my dick as I thrust away at her cunt. I fucked in and out of her twat. I loved pounding her cunt with my hard dick. It was such a hot delight to have her nursing at me. I groaned, my head throwing back.

I buried to the hilt in her hard twat as she nursed at me. She wanted my cum flooding her pussy. My nuts tightened as the pressure at the tip of my cock rose toward that bursting point. I plowed to the hilt in her snatch.

Erupted.

“Yes, Zach, dump your cum in me!” she squealed as her pussy writhed around me.

“Fucking whore!” I grunted as I pumped my jizz into her. Spurt after spurt of my cum flooded her pussy.

I loved that delight. I savored every eruption. Rapture slammed through my body and crashed into my mind. Stars exploded across my vision as I filled her with spurt after spurt of my spunk. I flooded her with all my jizz.

“Yes,” I growled, reveling in this moment. I made her mine. My cum claimed her.

“Zach!” she gasped. “Fuck, fuck, I’m yours! Body and soul! Oh, dump all that spunk in me!”

I grunted, unloading all my jizz into her snatch. Her pussy milked me as I spurted into her again and again. I grunted as in her pussy writhed around me. She worked out the last of my seed. I filled her up and made her mine.

Nothing could take her from me.

“Mmm, one more to go,” Nisha purred.

Later. That was for later.

For now, I had to fuck this MILF again and again. And I promised Susannah I’d reveal the truth. Ideas burned through my mind. I had another house I could go to fuck my women in. No one would suspect anything.

Just a good, Christian man who spent time at his girlfriend’s house. Who had a good relationship with his preacher? Nothing strange about that at all. It was perfectly normal. I smiled at that thought as I pulled out of her cunt.

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Moira Black

You have to choose…

My mentor’s words shivered through me. Zach and Charles were about to clash, and I had to pick sides. If I chose wrongly, I would be destroyed. That was clear. But which was the right side? I loved my brother, but…

How far would he go for power?

I had been sitting on the couch for hours, wrestling with this thought. Charles had money. Power. Access to demonic entities. I could become very strong serving him. My brother had little chance against such a foe without finding his own patron.

And that required blood.

His blood. That meant Mom or me. He wouldn’t sacrifice himself.

Would my brother go that far?

The door opened and Mom stumbled in, weary. She smiled at me. She loved me despite how much I rebelled. How I acted like a lesbian and spat on the bible. She saw me as a child acting out. I supposed I was, but…

I hated all that bullshit. Religion was just another way to control me.

“Your brother asleep?” she asked.

“He’s at the Augustines still,” I said.

“Oh, right.” Mom yawned. She looked so tired from her shifts. “Night.”

I nodded to her. She was the fourth woman, wasn’t she? It made sense. A mother. I wasn’t one of the women Zach needed. I wasn’t a mother. I had never carried a babe in my womb. I didn’t have any life quickening in my womb despite all the sex with my brother.

I was a witch. I would know.

I could become a mother.

I rose and headed to my room. I closed the door and whispered, “Anahita.”

My succubus flowed out of the shadows and materialized before me as Ms. Rayne, a teacher at my high school. She was a succubus. She had sexual magic. Fertility magic. She knew how to steal the seed of a man.
Of my brother.

If I was the mother he needed, then he could never sacrifice me. He could sacrifice our mother for power. It made such sense. It was poetry. Of course, I had to be the mother. I was his twin. We were destined to be together.

We had been since the moment of our creation.

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