Vampire Omicron: Chapter 7 - Bonfires & Baptists - Sex Stories

Vampire Omicron: Chapter 7 - Bonfires & Baptists

... loudly, unable to control herself. Her limbs going limp, her hips quaking wildly, fluid running down her inner thighs.

Not wanting people to hear, I reach forward to stifle the noise my daughter is making. Shoving her face back into the piss-soaked cunt under her. Her moans continue, but it’s quieter. I smile, loving my little girl so much in this moment.

Then looking down, I notice Grace’s teary blue eyes staring up at me with an expression of absolute horror. Poor girl looks so traumatized. Can barely comprehend what’s happening. I give her some more to think about, sitting back on my heels and slapping my still-raging cock down onto her forehead over and over. She whimpers loudly, so I muffle her as well, pulling Eva’s sopping pussy down over her face into 69 position.

I press down hard and smear around, coating Grace’s innocent face in my daughter’s juices. I have to hold her head in place as she struggles to turn away from the crotch being smushed down on her. Then I shove my cock into the gap between Eva’s pussy and Grace’s nose, fucking in and out lazily. Just playing around and enjoying Eva’s sensual smells wafting up from her exhausted little body. Her familiar feminine musk, a bit of sweat.

I’m still not quite ready to cum, so I wipe Eva’s juices off my cock with Grace’s pretty blonde hair. I give my daughter a breather, but it doesn’t take long before we’re both ready to move on.

Eva is still adorably shaky at the knees, but manages to get up and ...

... fully remove her own jeans. Then she rolls Grace over onto her belly. We both marvel at the sight. She’s filthy from laying in mud, but this only adds to the fun. And her ass! Simply magnificent. As big as Vee’s. But unlike my wife back home, it’s packed onto a much smaller girl. Grace’s hourglass figure is something many girls would kill for.

Eva quickly gets down between the girl’s legs, hands gleefully grasping at the thick asscheeks. I follow suit, kneeling down beside the girls. I slap at the juicy ass, watching it bounce. Then I knead and jiggle it, absolutely mesmerized. We smear mud around her pale skin, and the girl sobs and tries to crawl away. But she’s far too weakened. Hands struggling to even lift up and tug at the cloth around her mouth.

Eva dives in to lay belly-down in the mud between Grace’s legs. Face buried into cunt again. I hold the girl in place for her, slapping at asscheeks, pushing them together to smother at my daughter’s little face. I watch as Eva begins forcing fingers into the girl’s virgin pussy. The inexperienced little hole struggled with a single digit earlier. Eva stabs with three this time.

Grace squeals like a stuck pig and I have to shove her face down into the mud to silence her. Her pathetic body twitches and writhes, but I hold her without difficulty.

I watch Eva spitting repeatedly on her hand, slowly forcing a fourth finger, then her thumb. A little Blub! sound comes from where Grace has her face buried in the mud, a single ...