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

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

... noise and a fresh load of slime sluiced out of the side of her mouth and her nose, sliding all the way down to the floor. Lila grabbed her hair and face-fucked Angelina with gusto.

Mina, meanwhile, was going about her damage to Angelina’s asshole at least a little gentler than her mother had. Angelina’s sphincter was now intensely red and inflamed and sliding out further and further with each stroke Mina made.

Callie with her camera, having documented Angelina’s wrecked ass, was knelt beside Lila, capturing every choke, gag, and retch that racked Angelina’s mouth. A nasty puddle had formed on the floor under her chin, and Lila didn’t seem like she was in the mood to stop. Out of concern for Angelina’s well-being, I tapped Mina on the shoulder and pointed to Lila. When Mina came up beside her, Lila tapped out and let Mina have a run at Angelina’s well-used throat while Dorothy started in on Angelina’s gaped, abused asshole.

I pulled my wife to me and we kissed, her pendulous tits pressing against my muscled chest, her hips pressed together around my pulsating meat. As nice as it was to fuck my daughters and the Helmsworth twins, Lila and I knew each others bodies well, and let’s face it, this was the woman I truly loved.

We kissed and I reached around, unbuckling her strap-on and pushing it to the floor, then grabbed her mom-ass and lifted her up, planting her on the edge of a massage table. She wrapped her legs around me as I slid my meat into her soaking ...

... slit. The energy of the new sexual experiences we had had over the last 48 hours injected itself into our love making. She was hot and drenched, I was hard and pulsating. She moved her hips in time with each of my thrusts. We moaned in almost perfect synchronicity.

Behind us, Mina had tapped out and Dorothy had switched to Angelina’s dripping, slimy mouth. Lorelei, the last in line, drove her super-thick strap-on into Angelina’s red, inflamed, gaping asshole. Lorelei was the only one of the strap-ons that got a groan from Angelina. She involuntarily yanked her head off of Dorothy’s dong.

“Fuck, what the fuck is that thing, a freight train?” she croaked, her throat hoarse from the beating it was taking. But that was all she was able to get out before Dorothy forced her dildo back into Angelina’s piehole. Angelina mumbled something else but nobody had any idea what – nor did anyone really care.

I glanced over at the Helmsworths. I have to admit, it was a terrifying. The gruesome, wrecked, bloody twins were spit-roasting Angelina with everything they had. Their blood-covered tits shook with each stroke they made, a chunk of Dorothy’s skull was hanging to the side and flapping with her motions, and the dark smiles on their faces were horrifying. I was really glad I wasn’t a murderer or accomplice – having to ever look something like that in the eye as the guilty one would drive me over the edge.

Callie had documented all this on her video camera, including the gory ...