The Attic – A Ghost Story, Parts VI – VIII & Epilogue - Sex Stories

The Attic – A Ghost Story, Parts VI – VIII & Epilogue

... pulled out a bottle of lube, tossing it to her. Mina poured some lube down my purple cock, then rubbed some on her asshole. Finally, she turned around with her back to me, and climbed on board, sliding her ass down my cock and leaning backwards. She gave our spectator a clear view of her whole package – her pert little tits, her slender waist and hips, her asshole gripping my meat as she slid up and down, and her cunt that was now gaped from the pressure of my cock in her ass.

Bart was locked onto Mina’s every motion. I grabbed her tits from behind and squeezed them, then grabbed her hips to help steady her. She was so thin and light that I could practically pick her up and use her like a sex toy. She ramped up the pace, sodomizing herself on her father’s pole. I really wished I could have watched the action from Bart’s perspective, it must have been breathtakingly hot. Mina was totally into it and selling the show like a real camwhore, and glancing over at Lila and Callie, I could see they were also doing their camgirl best as they fingered each other frantically.

Mina leaned back, her shoulders just under my chin, her hair cascading over my face. I breathed softly in her ear and kissed her shoulder. She moaned and closed her eyes. I closed mine, blocking out everything except the feeling of my daughter against me, her smell, the feel of her body, my cock inside her ass, the sensation of her sliding across the shaft. We blocked out the rest of the world – blocked out ...

... the murderer who was ogling us as we fucked – and locked ourselves in our own little world. For at least a few brief moments, it was beautiful.

Mina came softly, then followed it up with a second orgasm that tightened her asshole. That made me moan. She increased the pace even further and I felt my balls tighten. Mina felt it too because she quickly came again, much harder. She gushed across my balls and thighs and tightened her ass muscles even harder around my cock. I couldn’t hold on a lot longer.

“Let me come inside you,” I whispered.

“No,” she said back. “We need a money shot for our audience.” I didn’t like that answer, but knew she was right. I lifted her up and she slid off my cock, leaning back and stroking my meat frantically. A second later my balls pulsed and I spattered my pearls across my daughter’s abdomen all the way up to her hard little tits.

Eventually I had to open my eyes and look over at our audience. Bart was engrossed. His eyes were wide and the tent in his jeans was obvious.

I glanced at Lila, and she met my eye. It was time for the moment of truth. My wife let her eyes roam down across Bart’s chest to his crotch and obvious erection. She slipped off the couch and crawled across the floor on her hands and knees, finally kneeling at Bart’s feet. Her amazing tits jiggled underneath her tight pink T-shirt.

“So, baby, is there anything more we can do that would make those guns free of charge?” Lila purred, running a finger up the inside ...