Possession: Christmas Vengeance - Chapter 5 - A Broken Ornament - edited - Sex Stories

Possession: Christmas Vengeance - Chapter 5 - A Broken Ornament - edited

... missionary position in the air, pussy about waist-high if I stand on the bed, mouth-high if I kneel.

Her head and hair dangle limply, she whimpers, eyes shut tight crying as quietly as she can. She knows what happens if she’s too loud. I’ve trained these girls so well. Her thick asscheeks sag slightly from gravity, such an erotic sight. Her breasts, still somewhat hugged by her ripped open white tank top, nevertheless sag slightly outward.

Such a bitchy, prudish wife. She would never do anything like this willingly. But that doesn’t matter. She’s flesh for me to use.

I feel around, relishing her helplessness. Her smooth thighs, slick with a bit of sweat. Her belly, her tits, her asscheeks underneath, all so vulnerable and exposed.

I test it out. I flick her right in the middle of her pussy lips, and she lets out a muffled yelp, her whole body squirming a bit. But she seems very secure, and nothing cutting off circulation.

I turn to Ella again. She lays toward the edge of the bed, curled up in fetal position, trying to cover her naked chest. Looking up at me, whimpering softly. A ring gag like her mother’s forces her mouth open crudely. An always-surprised look on her face. Unlike her mom, no other fabric muffles her mouth right now. And she still wears her light pink pajama pants with snowflakes all over. For now.

I grab her up with ease, though she squirms and squeals a bit. Tossing her over my shoulder, I smack her ass hard several times, yelling at her ...

... like a father should, “Hey! No more misbehaving! You stop that!”

She settles down, and I lift her up on top of her mother, into 69 position, facedown, belly to belly. Her head in between her mom’s legs, trying to turn her face away from the pussy right below her. I take Ella’s wrists and wrap them around and under Grace’s waist, binding them together under her mother’s back, making her hug her mommy tightly. I let Ella’s legs dangle freely on either side of Grace’s chest, thighs underneath her mother’s armpits, her pajama-covered ass pointing toward Grace’s dangling head.

I walk around the bed, admiring the work of art I created. Hovering, suspended above the bed. Mother faceup, spread wide, dangling from all four limbs. Daughter laying facedown on top of her, hugging her tightly. Dusky almond skin of little daughter on top of pale white mother. Faces toward crotches. Both ladies gagged crudely, forcing their mouths wide. A tangle of flesh, with a bit of torn up cloth here and there.

I notice how Ella is a bit shorter than her mom. So they don’t line up perfectly. Her ass is more on Grace’s chest than right above her face. So I go grab some leather straps and wrap them around Ella's midsection. Making a sort of belt, or harness. I grab it and lift. Ella’s light body is fairly easy to move around with this handle. I pull her over her mother’s face, lift Grace’s head roughly by the hair, shoving her face into her daughter’s crotch to test out the position. She mumbles a ...