From Mother To Daughter 6 (Patreon)

He hilted himself in her.

Wendy groaned in pain, but had to admit she liked it.

If she liked it even when it hurt, she wondered how Greta’s tongue would feel.

“Lick her,” Cannon told Greta again. “Lick your daughter’s fucked pussy. You’d better get used to the taste, because my dick’s going to be cunt-wet from her a lot after today.”

Greta shuddered. Expending massive amounts of what remained of her mental energy on whether to give in or disobey. She didn’t know if she could be as subservient as Cannon wanted her to be. She also didn’t know if she wasn’t that much of a slave already.

First she licked at Cannon’s prick, expecting him to discipline her for being so willful, but it was like she couldn’t help herself. Her tongue moved a little further and found itself at Wendy’s hot, succulent pussy. Wendy moved her fingers out of the way; she was being obedient too.

Greta ran her tongue where those fingers had been, taking over the job of pleasuring her clit. Wendy gaped in surprise. She’d never done anything with another woman before, never even considered it. Certainly not her wanton stepmother.

Yet it felt so good that what shocked her was that she’d never done this before. The only thing better was when Cannon moved in her again and she got to feel that too.

“Good girl,” Cannon husked in her ear. “Look at Greta’s face. She loves how your pussy tastes. And you love how that tongue feels. It makes your cunt nice and hot while I’m fucking it.”

Wendy couldn’t bear the heat of his gaze or how his words burned, not when his cock already had her on fire. She looked down instead at Greta’s wicked smile. Much as the woman might be reluctant to perform such an unnatural act, she enjoyed Wendy’s own discomfort.

She set her hands on Wendy’s ripe young hips, gripping them tight with a strength Wendy hadn’t known she had. Then she dipped her face back into the curly thatch of Wendy’s pussy and, to Wendy’s astonishment, made her feel a hot, wet tongue inside herself. Crammed into the same space that Cannon was filling.

“Greta! What are you doing?” Wendy’s innocent eyes widened, too overcome by Cannon’s onslaught to do anything against this new assault. “I thought you were just going to taste me! You’re not licking, you’re… you’re fucking me! Fucking me with your tongue!”

The next thing she knew, Cannon was out of her, letting Greta have an open shot at her pussy. Instead, he pressed her leg down, sandwiching his cock between her thighs, and thrusting inside their grip to satisfy himself. At the same time, Greta plundered her cunt, eagerly squeezing and kneading Wendy’s firm buttocks, moaning with delight as her mouth filled with the rich suppleness of Wendy’s juices.

Wendy groaned herself, feeling that strange feminine tongue expertly separate her labia lips and enter the ravaged tunnel that Cannon had made more than wide enough for it. Greta lapped all over Wendy’s steamy mound, kissing and licking until her lips got to Wendy’s aching clit and centered on the sensitive bud.

Wendy jolted as if she’d been shot, Cannon’s firm grip the only thing that held her in place as she convulsively jerked at the pleasure that suffused her. In that moment, she knew they’d made her their slave. She wouldn’t be able to stop herself from submitting to any of their urges. Her only consolation was that it was Cannon calling the shots; Greta was as submissive to him as she was.

The new feelings that pooled in her groin held her even tighter than Cannon could. Her nipples were as hard as pebbles and she sweated with summer noon heat that swept through her body and then abandoned her to the real, air-conditioned temperature.

Her sex actually panged as Greta’s hungry mouth worked at it. She couldn’t comprehend what the other woman was doing to her. What was Greta’s tongue doing that felt so good?

Unnggh!” she crooned, vaguely trying to rearrange herself to get Cannon’s prick—so safe, so normal, without the shameful taint that buzzed through otherwise pure pleasure. Instead, she ended up pulling Greta’s hair and forcing her cunt into her stepmother’s face. “Oh, Greta… God… more… nnggg!”

Greta took Wendy’s clit deeper into her mouth, sucking harder. Using her lips to work it away from its pink hood. She took a hand from groping Wendy’s ass and extended two fingers, fucking them into the clasping wetness of Wendy’s sex. Pistoning her that way over and over again.

“Ahhhh! Lick meee!” Wendy moaned, pulling Greta’s hair and pumping her round ass in bestial need. She’d been a passive receptacle for Cannon, accepting and cooperating with however he wanted to use her, but with Greta, she was sheer desire. Fucking herself as best she could on the strokes of Greta’s tongue in an urgent demand for satiation. “Unh! Greta! Oh YES! I’m so HOT! Something’s happening to me! Unh! UNH! UNNH! YESSS!”

Then, all at once, for the first time in her young life, Wendy ejaculated. She felt the liquid reality of her ecstasy well up in her groin, burn through her sex in delicious spasms, and then her cunt was all a tingling agony of release.

Shrieking and cooing with all her pleasure and how unbearable it was, Wendy thrust her hips into Greta’s face, trembling convulsively as her wetness brimmed in her and shot out of her again and again. “OOHHHH! Greta! Suck me!” she cried. “Nngh, oh yes, it’s happening! I can feel it! It’s so nice…”

Finally she was empty. The launching spasms died away. Sweaty and panting, Wendy allowed Cannon to lower her down to the floor. She was hardly aware of who she was or what had happened to her. She felt hot and wet all over, with a throbbing that centered in her cunt, and she dimly knew that her inner thighs were wet with what had just happened.

“You’re such a good mother,” she heard Cannon say, before her rapture entirely subsided and there was nothing left to keep her conscious. “Now for your reward.”

Everything went black. It was so good, the only thing she wished was that Cannon could join her in that sumptuous slumber. And Greta too, she supposed.

When Wendy came to, she got the shock of her life. Cannon and Greta were up on the bed, Greta on her hands and knees, Cannon taking her like a bitch in heat.

“Oh baby, fuck me in the cunt!” Greta moaned, looking anxiously over her shoulder at him. “Harder, give it to me harder! Fuck my pussy and make me come!”

Greta’s full breasts swung raucously over the bedspread, the hard nipples singing with sensation whenever they brushed the silk sheets. Cannon knelt behind her, fingers clawed into her broad hips as he punched his throbbing erection into her. Testing her juicy, flaring cunt to its limit.

Hungrily, Cannon took in her luscious body once more, from the peach-shaped ass that faced him to the slick, greedy opening he felt wrapped around his manhood. Her pinkly puckered anus flexed uncontrollably as he fed himself into her pussy. Winking at him with all the pleasure roiling through Greta’s flesh with each and every thrust.

“Harder, darling!” Greta dropped her shoulders low, throwing her ass up into the air to make it an even more tempting target for Cannon to rut into. “Fuck my ass off! Oh please, let me have it! Use me up! I’m so horny, Cannon! I love being fucked by your big dick so much!”

“How about my finger?” Cannon asked, probing his middle digit into her puckered anus. “How do you like getting fucked by that?”

Greta gasped in surprise. Her pussy spasmed needfully, further pulsing around his thrusting erection as Cannon slowly sodomized her with his finger.

“Oh, Cannon, yes, baby, give it to me!” Greta hissed. Her asshole sucked at his finger, welcoming it into the depths of her body—right behind his skewering manhood. “Unngg! I love having my asshole played with, you depraved fuck! Oh shit, now I’m really getting off! Harder, Cannon! Show me just how dirty a slut you think I am!”

But Cannon had grown tired of the game or at least tired of the stalemate. He knew he could get this much out of Greta. Make her come, make her beg for more. He couldn’t settle for that. Not after such a seismic change as leaving the Agency. He wanted to break Greta down as he had Wendy.

It was no big thing for Greta to make a whore of herself, but she was indolent to a fault. As adverse to pain as she was inviting to pleasure. He wanted to see—wanted her to see—how much pain she would bear so long as it pleased him. She might’ve had more experience, more willingness, but he wanted Greta to be every bit as much of a slave to him as Wendy was.