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Neuro submission transmitter 5

... hers sliding my hard cock into her steamy pussy. With out any preamble, I strike up a fast rhythm, pounding into her like I'm trying to pulverize her pussy. She pulls her knees up and I hook my arms behind them, bending her nearly in half, while I continue to pummel her pussy like a jackhammer. "Ohhhhhh! Fuck!" Christina gasps, as I relentlessly slam into her, harder and harder, while I push her feet down towards her shoulders. With her knees pushing against her tits, she reaches her hands around behind me and digs her nails into my ass cheeks. Suddenly, I want to hurt her! I want to fuck her so hard she cries out! I hate her! I hate her for being with my dad! I hate her for knowing I would fuck her! I hate her for being young, beautiful and smart! It's irrational, but I just fucking hate her! I stop fucking her. Pushing harder on her legs, I lean up and smile at her. She looks at me apprehensively, as I slowly pull my fully erect, throbbing cock out of her saturated pussy and line it up with her puckered asshole. Without warning I shove it forward, burying it in her tight, unlubricated asshole. "Arrrgghhhh!" She cries. "Fuck! That hurts!" She ...

... yells. "Good!" I yell back, as I pump my hard cock in and out of her asshole. Her pussy juice on my cock provides enough lubricant and I start gliding easily in and out, building up the tension in my balls, until I explode inside her ass. I pull out, collapsing on the bed, panting. "Daryl!" Christina yells. "Get in here and finish what your son started!" She calls out. Dad comes in, shedding his clothes. "He was fucking my ass, but I didn't cum yet." She complains, as she gets up on all fours and presents her asshole to him. "He left plenty of lubricant, just fuck me hard!" She says, smiling at me. "You eat pussy like a girl." She whispers to me, as my dad lines up his cock with her cum filled asshole. She's rubbing her clit with her hand, as he starts pumping his cock in and out of her ass. I don't want to watch this. I find my way back to the exercise room, get dressed and leave their house. I still have the transmitter in my pocket, but I'm not sure what I want to do yet. On the forty-five minute drive home, I start thinking about Maggie. I wonder if she knows about the earlier transmitter. Maybe she can help me decide how to handle dad and his nympho.