From Mother To Daughter 7 (Patreon)

Leaning over, Cannon opened a drawer on a nightstand. He wasn’t a particularly deep thinker, but he had a canny read on people and had seen enough to be able to predict what most people would do. So it was no surprise to find a jar of Vaseline among the possessions Greta kept close at hand.

Still humping his stiff cock into Greta’s wet, clinging sex, Cannon unscrewed the container and took out a thick glob of lube. He smeared it all over her throbbing anal ring, then pushed it inside her. The woman grunted as his fingers slipped easily into her, massaging the slick jelly up and down her rectum.

“Unnhh!” Greta bucked harder, teeth on end as she realized this was no spicy accoutrement to the natural order of things, but the beginning of her being ass-fucked. And yet, she loved it. She had to admit she loved it; he fucked it right out of her. “Cannon, you’re getting me off! You’re making me come! Oh shit, give me another finger! Really stretch my asshole! Make me big enough for that fucking cock!”

Cannon immediately made her anus take another finger. Greta felt the pressure of their combined girth down in her cunt, beginning to strain the thin membrane that separated where she was taking him from where she was going to get him.

“Fuck my cunt, baby, fuck this cunt that belongs to you!” Greta screamed, her voice rising with the strength of her urges—all the lust that was now rampaging through her thanks to the fingers Cannon had in her ass.

The more her orgasm grew, the more she wanted it, needed it. Any self-restraint she might’ve had vanished like morning dew. She could no longer even imagine telling Cannon no; the idea was unthinkable to her.

“Feels so good in my ass! So good having you play with my ass! I’m coming, Cannon! COOOMMIIINNNGGGG!”

Her pussy went wild, like the night sky filling with fireworks, and gleaming wetness spewed onto Cannon’s thrusting prick. He moaned, digging his fingers into her asshole, feeling the vibrancy of her orgasmic cunt from outside, from where her anal passage bordered the sheath of her womanhood. The clasping pressure of her sex was just as intense in her ass as it was around his cock.

But he held his own climax back, letting Greta know with a torturous anticipation that his cum wasn’t meant for her pussy. He was going to put it in her ass and Greta was actually relieved—her ravaged hole couldn’t take anymore fucking.

Her hands and knees slid on the sweaty bedsheets until they weren’t under her anymore. Greta came down onto her belly. She knew what was next. Shamelessly, she reached back to open her buttocks with her fingers, displaying to Cannon how good a job he had done of lubing and reaming her untested asshole.

It looked just tight enough for Cannon to pity Greta the fit she would have to endure—but not enough to deter him. And Greta knew, she knew she’d enjoy it enough for what empathy Cannon did possess. He’d hurt her but she’d love it.

“Go on, Cannon. Don’t keep me waiting,” she begged. “I know exactly how big that cock is. Now show me what a tight little asshole I’ve got…”

Cannon mounted her once more, bringing his swollen knob to her pulsing sphincter. Greta grimaced, pained already as her anus stretched to accommodate him. Just his cockhead was massive, straining her out of shape, reminding her of how it’d actually been a little sweetly painful just having him in her cunt. When he was fucking her so fast and making her come so hard…

Who cared that it hurt? She’d rather have that big dick and an ass full of cum than a butt she could sit on for the next few days.

“Ahhh! GOD! It’s so fucking BIG!” Greta boldly spread her ass even further, wiggling her hips to help her lover get his massive cock deeper into her body. “Talk to me, baby! Tell me how I belong to you! Tell me this is what my holes are for! Don’t worry about hurting me! Just say it’s your right to ruin my asshole with your big, beautiful dick!”

The Vaseline let him into her ass as deep as he wanted to go. Cannon grunted and pumped furiously into her, raging with lust, but still coolly controlled enough to pace himself. Only giving her an inch of thick meat at a time. Greta tasted the fury of his desire, but knew he was as in control of himself as he was master of her.

“This is your life now, Greta.” Cannon’s voice was husky, but as tightly controlled as his careful strokes. “Your cunt, your ass, your mouth—they’re all going to get used to this. Because I’m going to put this cock where I want, when I want.”

Greta felt him boring relentlessly into her bowels with each word. Forcing her asshole to suck and contract around the penetrating hardness of his manhood.

It fired her lust, making it almost unbearable—that she was in such pain, yet wanted more so bad. She thrust her hand down her belly, torridly fingering herself just like Cannon had done in her ass. Only instead she was reviving the immense eroticism that had been in her cunt before he abandoned it.

“Fuck my asshole, fuck my tight little asshole!” she groaned, tears running from her pain-crinkled eyes as he put more and more of his length inside her. “Oh God, I love it! I love getting fucked in the ass!”

Cannon dropped down on top of her, holding himself in her ass, letting her skewered hole spasm. It milked his stony erection with every moment he spent inside her. He dragged his cock slowly out, feeling her inner walls cling to him until they had to let go.

Then, with just the tip of his dick still inside her, he slammed all the way back into her pressurized tightness.

“Yes! Fuck my ass!” Greta sobbed, masturbating as fervently as she could, desperate to give herself the orgasm that Cannon’s thrusts kept pushing her towards. “My asshole’s on fire, baby! It loves having your great big cock in it!”

Groaning with passion, Cannon smashed into her again, his body crushing hers under it, his prick crashing into her bowels as hard as he could give it to her.

Greta couldn’t believe the ferocity with which he ass-fucked her. He was using her tight asshole like he’d never be able to fuck it again, but she knew for certain that it was his. That this was her purpose in life: today, tomorrow, for years to come.

Tardily, with the slow thinking of being constantly jarred by one pleasurable peak after another, Greta realized this was simply how he fucked. There didn’t need to be a reason for him to sodomize her so harshly. It was simply how she was going to get off, now that she was his bitch.

“I’m coming, coming!” Greta howled. “Make me your cum dumpster too! Don’t just fuck me! Come in me! Stuff my hole… mmmmm… show me it belongs to you…”

Her sex clutched around her fingers. Her tender asshole held on tight to his thrusting prick. Pulling so needfully on it that Cannon was finally satisfied. He relaxed his control. He let her anus suck the cum from his balls.

Then Wendy was there, her face gleaming with sweat, her eyes lit up with a delight that was somehow as innocent as it was perverse. She stared at Greta’s splayed buttocks as if she could see inside her, to where Cannon’s engorged prick was ready to launch.

“Come in my face,” she whispered.

Cannon looked at her, teeth gritted as he held back his orgasm, as Greta whimpered and moaned. The older woman knew she couldn’t protest Cannon’s decision, that she would be out of line to even try, that it was unfair for Wendy to speak up this way. Yet part of her wanted to see that pretty face splattered with cum.

“Do it, Cannon,” Wendy urged throatily, in a voice that was barely recognizable as hers. “I want you to come all over my face. Please, Cannon, come on this whore’s face!”

“Mouth open,” Cannon hissed. “Tongue out.”

He pulled his hips back, bringing his cock out of Greta’s asshole, and then came. His seed washing over Greta’s bare back, making her coo as the scalding hot cum hit her creamy skin. Wendy stared at his flaring glanshole. She ran her tongue over her lips, imagining the taste of Cannon’s seed with the musk of it all through the air she breathed.

“Come!” Wendy keened. “Come on me too! Come on both your whores!”

Cannon swiveled his hips to the side of the bed where Wendy held herself up, reminding him absurdly of a mermaid leaning over the side of a boat. A few drops of cum dribbled onto her breasts.

Wendy gurgled, knowing he had more to give. Even with all he’d splashed from Greta’s tailbone to the nape of her neck, there had to be even more, enough for two women. He’d already given them enough fucking to overwhelm the pair of them…

“More!” she urged heatedly. “Give me more, Cannon!”

With a roar, Cannon let out his next eruption.