Possession: Christmas Vengeance - Chapter 4 - Cookies & Milk - edited - Sex Stories

Possession: Christmas Vengeance - Chapter 4 - Cookies & Milk - edited

... side of Ella. She's so much weaker than me, it's simple to hold her here. With her out of the way, I use my other hand to clamp down on Ella's long black hair. Gripping hard to both girls, I twist, inflicting excruciating pain on their scalps as I almost rip their hair out at the roots. I bury Grace's face in the sheets to muffle her agonizing scream, Ella’s scream muffled by her gag.

Only a few seconds of this and Grace is screaming for forgiveness, pleading for me to stop, mostly for the pain she knows her daughter is in.

"I don't stop until you both stop screaming!" It takes them a full 20 seconds to get the idea. I feel a slight tearing in Grace's hair, she forces herself to stop, and starts trying to calm Ella.

A few moments later, finally, peace and quiet. I let go. They both lay panting, whimpering, crying quietly.

I give them a moment, and then I force Grace back on her hands and knees over her daughter, pushing her face back towards Ella's, "Lick!" She gathers herself and slowly starts cleaning again.

I let her get a little further and then continue my cruel distractions again. I sit behind her, legs cross Indian style between both girls’ legs. I feel like a kid at Christmas, playing with his new toys.

Grace on her hands and knees, her ass pointing right at me, I spread her cheeks. Her little brown asshole winks at me, and she reflexively clenches in surprise. But she continues lapping away. I gather some slimy fluid still leaking from her sticky ...

... pussy, and then start wiping and smearing it around her puckered asshole. A squeak of discomfort escapes her mouth, but she keeps licking.

I play around, rubbing, poking, prodding, flicking her dirty hole. I smile, leaning a bit to the side to glance back and forth between her ass and her face. Her tongue still licking away, a sour disgusted look on her face, her eyebrows furrowed.

A few more minutes and Ella is completely spotless. "Oh look, Ella, I think mommy's got you all clean again. Here, let daddy take a look."

I crawl around to the girl’s face and lean in close. Grace did a great job of cleaning her daughter with her mouth. Ella's face smells a bit like spit, but not really any hint of my cum or other nasty fluids. Her silky black hair still smells a bit like pussy, from her mother's squirt. But I don't mind, it gives her such a lewd, erotic musk. A break in her purity. Though 18, she’s as innocent and inexperienced as a little girl. And the smell of sex fluids on her is beautifully at odds with that innocence.

Ella still lays strapped down flat in the center of the big bed. Grace sits freely next to her, afraid to move, waiting for my next commands. I look at her, she can't bring herself to look into my eyes anymore. She shivers, arms wrapped around her chest, concealing her breasts. She still has her tight white tank top on, but the chest is ripped wide open. What's left of her ripped gray shorts is wrapped like a skirt around her waist, draping down and ...