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Crandon at Alicia's Orgy

Date: 10/27/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, BDSM, Bestiality, Incest, Author: Liv Beornwulf, Rating: 23.1, Source: sexstories.com

CRANDON AT ALICIA’S ORGY Thursday, 9 August 2018 I feel weak. It is like I was racing the whole night without making an effort to rest. I am just from sleeping. Yet I feel like dropping off into slumber again. The alarm chimes loud. It drills into my ears. I make an annoyed face as I pull myself out of bed. Alicia will be having her birthday celebration tonight. I must not fail to show myself there. While bathing in the shower, I learn that Crandon’s cum from last night’s fucking is still dripping out of my pussy. What? I become terrified. As thoroughly fast as I can, I scrub my pussy, aiming to wash out all the cum stocked inside here. I should have worked this out last night. Regrettably, I didn’t do anything about it. Noël marches out of his bedroom. He is clothed in tight shorts and nothing more. His chest is naked and eye-catching. I stare at him, feeling sensations of lust bestir inside me. I would sell my soul to the Devil just to fuck him. He walks past me. I quickly swing myself around and look at his butts. They are tempting as well. Once I am inside my room, I can’t fight back the urge to masturbate. I unclothe myself—I was merely clad in a white towel, mind you! Having cast it on my bed, I fetch a fake penis from my drawer and hold it firmly. It is made of plastic. In my own leisure, I start to lick it—quietly but faster and more quickly. I shut my eyes. Crandon’s penis shows into my mind. It looks sweet. I am burning from desire to seize it and lick it madly. ... Yes. I lower my hand to my vagina and stroke my clit gently. I can notice myself getting wet. Slowly, I let fall my other hand—which is holding the artificial penis. I must make use of this thing. I nearly scream as I push it inside me. It feels like sugar. At a snail’s pace, I force it further in, then pull it out. I can smell heaven from somewhere close. I fasten my eyes again. My imagination must begin its work. Noël, my young brother, is in my mind. This time, he is one hundred per cent undressed. I look at him carefully. My pussy throbs in impatience at sighting his thick, long dick. Its head is shaped delightfully. Eyeing it makes me more wet. With these images in mind, I press the plastic cock deeper my cunt. My legs must be dissolving. I am breathing uncontrollably. I bend downwards, driving the cock deeper than it has reached. In no time, I accomplish my first orgasm. I am late for lunch. I arrive in the dining to see Crandon seated next to Noël. Noël is typing something on his iPod. Crandon is overturning pages of a ragged soccer magazine. After I move closer, I pick up that Noël is browsing through football updates and events. “What time are you leaving for Alicia’s?” He asks me without taking his eyes off the damn iPod. I despise that thing when it comes to eating. In his eyes, it is more valued than the food I have prepared. “I will start off at six in the evening. I want you to do me one favor, Noël. Can you stay home looking after Crandon?” He puffs out his eyes ...