From Mother To Daughter 8 (Patreon)

“OHHH!” Wendy cried out as the boiling cum splashed over her naked breasts. She rolled her chest from side to side, making his ejaculation rain down on both her tits, drenching them with whiteness.

Her nipples spiked out, tingling with hardness. The hot seed on her sensitive flesh seemed to throb where it stuck to her, sending shivers of delight tingling through her. She ran her hand across her cum-soaked breasts; the semen clung to her fingers in warm wetness.

Wendy’s sex twitched and began to pulse with the beginnings of climax. With a debauched cry, she drove her hand down between her thighs and began touching herself. Pumping her hips against a hand wet with cum.

Cannon held out his manhood, sending his hot cum right onto her face. Wendy shrieked as she entered into orgasm, her pussy convulsing around her humping fingers. Hot cum replaced the sweat on her face and neck—Wendy shut her eyes, wanting it to wash from her forehead to her chin.

Cannon glared down at her, his flinty eyes charged with excitement. Loving the sight of her with cum all over. It was more than enough to steal his attention from Greta, even with her asshole gaping and cum sprawling from her buttocks to her shoulders like so much melted wax.

“Come in my fucking face!” Wendy keened, still stabbing her fingers ecstatically into her gripping sex. “I love it, Cannon! Oh God! Come all over me! So hot! So wet! I’m coming too! My pussy’s coming; don’t you stop shooting on me while I come!”

But even Cannon had his limits. The dregs of orgasm trickled from his cock and then finally stopped.

“More, I want mooore!” Wendy moaned.

Heedless of where Cannon’s prick had just been rutting, she took it into her mouth and sucked wildly. Drawing a few last drops of hot sperm from him, letting it wash over her taste buds, and then gulping it thirstily. She squeezed her pubic mound in her hand, crushing her clit against her pelvis.

“Oh Gooddd!” she whined, falling down to the floor beside the bed, her legs struck wide open and her arms loosely keeping up with the play of her fingers at her all but satiated cunt. “Wonderful! So goddamn wonderful, Cannon!”

“I can see that,” Cannon rumbled, not exactly exhausted. More like he’d calmed. Cleansed of the rage that went hand in hand with his lovemaking. He looked at Greta, who looked much the same. Sated and satisfied with having her body worn out and a man’s cum all over her. “How’d you like it?”

“You know I loved it, baby,” Greta said softly, her eyes brimming with tears of happiness. Looking at him with pure love, even if he hadn’t come in her ass. She knew there were many, many nights ahead when she would get his cum. “I even loved watching Wendy get it. I loved it as much as having you come on me. She really does look good painted white, doesn’t she?”

“She should’ve been an albino,” Cannon chuckled. He smacked Greta on the ass, waking her from her satisfied lethargy, and pulled Wendy up by the hair. She squeaked, but grinned at his ferocity. “Go wash up, both of you. When you’re not being filthy sluts, I expect you to look good for me.”

Greta kissed the tip of his cock as she wiggled off the bed. Naked, she and Wendy padded to the bathroom, while Cannon laid back and rested his weary flesh.

Greta turned on the shower and Wendy could see from the lack of steam that, unlike at her father’s house, it would take some time for the water to warm up. So she stood there with Greta, away from the intoxicated passion Cannon had virtually forced them to, and let her mind catch up with her runaway body.

It occurred to her how odd it would be, sharing a shower with someone she disliked that much, but she couldn’t bring herself to care. Distance from the orgy with Cannon brought no rationality, no return to normalcy. Being his slave seemed as reasonable and as fulfilling as it had in the heat of the sex.

She could see from the look on Greta’s face that her elder felt the same way. Both of them were eagerly looking forward to being his whores once more.

“Fuck,” Greta intoned, looking down to see the cum dripping off both of them and soaking into the bath mat. “What a waste.”

“You can get a new mat,” Wendy consoled her.

“That’s not what I meant.”

Greta reached out and ran her fingers along Wendy’s lower belly, just above her blonde vee of pubic fur. Scooping up all the cum her slender finger could hold.

Wendy’s eyes grew large. “What are you doing?”

Greta’s hand came back up. She popped her finger into her mouth. Moaned as the taste barraged her tongue, like strong liquor, almost too rich in its pungent muskiness to be enjoyed.

Yet she found herself savoring the tingling that the kick left her with. Cannon’s taste, fresh from the source, was as overpowering as the rest of him.

“It’s good,” Greta said, reaching out again.

Her fingers feathered over Greta’s breast, coming away wet with cum. Greta opened her mouth, stuck her tongue out. Ran her whitened fingers across her tongue before sucking it back into her mouth. Moaning with the taste past her lips, then swallowing.

A flush in her cheeks now. A gleam in her eyes. Arousal.

“It’s good,” she said again.

Wendy slid close to the other woman. One of her breasts brushed against those of Greta. She reached behind Greta, touching the small of her back, her fingertip sticking to the humid cum that slowly trickled downward.

She leaned in closer. Pressing her firm breasts against Greta’s. Their eyes stared into each other as Wendy ran her hand across Greta’s flesh, soaking it in cum, then taking it back and bringing it to her lips.

“It’s good,” Greta said, one last time, because then she was kissing Wendy’s face and lips, her mouth sucking Cannon’s seed from Wendy’s relishing tongue.

Wendy resisted, but then Greta’s fingers caressed her face, picking up the cum their man had showered then, moving it into Greta’s mouth. When she kissed Wendy next, she shared the taste. Wendy’s nipples jetted out in pink, excited stiffness and her mouth opened, letting out her pleasure as Greta took her breasts in hand and kneaded them passionately.

Wendy parted her legs as she would open her lips and Greta moved against her. Her belly and groin pressed into the trembling younger woman. Wendy felt heat seep into her, far beyond the body warmth coming off of Greta. It was like friction between them.

Greta pushed them together and Wendy pushed back, grinding her pussy into Greta’s. She was happy that Cannon wasn’t there to see them doing this. She’d be embarrassed for anyone, even him, to know that she was delighting in the taste of Greta’s kisses, thrilling to the feel of Greta’s sex on her own.

She hopped up onto the bathroom counter and wrapped her legs around the other woman, pulling Greta into the tautness of her aroused body. Her hands caressed Greta, taking her time in sampling the blonde’s buxom charms. It was amazing the pleasure she could take in the slope of Greta’s shoulders, then the smooth flow of her creamy skin. Finally, with a jolt of delight, Wendy cupped the fulsome cheeks of Greta’s ass.

She moaned when Greta’s cunt pushed against her own, their bodies so tight together that they seemed merged now, working against each other with the intensity of addictive pleasure. And she felt the quivery enjoyment in Greta, as the other woman’s shorn cunt was tickled by the silky hairs that furred Wendy’s dark-haired sex.

Greta kissed her with sophistication, a tender need in her passion that seemed designed to rest Wendy’s lips after Cannon had brutalized them, left them stung and swollen. It had the romanticism that Wendy had always dreamed of, before she’d learned how satisfying roughness could be. And still there was fire, and passion—all the desire she’d first felt when Greta’s tongue had been down at her penetrated cunt, helping Cannon fuck her!

She sucked on Greta’s tongue, but it was like trying to ride a bucking horse, the way it swept in and out of her mouth. Finally, Wendy had to use her own tongue. Reluctantly at first, but more and more exhilaratingly as she found Greta trembling with enjoyment.

The thrilling sense of doubled femininity, hers and Greta’s joined until she’d never felt more like a woman, was enough to send Wendy spiraling to the edge of orgasm. She even loved the taste of Greta’s lipstick, which smeared onto her own lips and made its way to her tongue.

But that wasn’t the only wetness spreading between their bodies. Wendy’s sex got wetter and wetter as she met Greta’s kisses, taking the lead when she wasn’t trying to keep up. Her clit thrummed and she tangled her legs with Greta’s, getting her pussy against Greta’s with an angle and a friction that seemed to give them both what they needed.