I thrust forward anyway.
I slam my tip into her, my precum and her wetness just enough to allow entry. But she immediately bucks and lunges away, yelping a muffled cry into her gag. The tip falls out, and I get angry. I spank her ass hard several times, then pull her hips back to me. I lunge in again, my tip plunging into her intensely tight hole, which tries desperately to clamp shut and deny entry. I still cant get in, and she bucks again in pain.
“Fine, get punished, I don’t care.” I lean back and reach down for Ella’s head. I grab a fistful of her silky black hair and pull, hard, digging into her little scalp and making a brutal fist with a handful of hair. She starts screaming into her gag, shaking her head back and forth, flailing against her restraints. Grace frantically mumbles her compliance, quickly moving back into doggy, bringing her ass closer to me, wiggling, begging me to enter her again. My wife begging me to use her instead of hurting her baby girl. I grip the girl’s hair a few moments longer to make a point, then leg go.
My cock so hard still, I get back into position and shove hard. Grace queefs. A disgusting yet hilarious fart escaping her tight pussy, air being forced out so quickly. I hear a whimper of embarrassment from her face buried in the sheets. I laugh out loud. “You gross bitch. What the fuck?” Trying to savor her humiliation. I smack her ass hard, pull back and shove in hard again. A tiny little squeak of air, but her pussy is allowing me, being forced to mold to my shape.
God the feeling is incredible. The warmth of plunging into a woman’s pussy. Enveloped on all sides by tight, wet walls. Rippling, sliding, gripping warmth. This cock has clearly been in the pussy countless times. She’s the perfect fit, a glove, I sink into her like I’m meant to be here. This little housewife’s cunt was built for this.
I dig my fingers into her fleshy ass cheeks and start pumping fast, without hesitation. Without letting her get used to me anymore. I look up and see her hands, bound together behind her back, making tight fists, knuckles white. She’s in pain, but trying to stay silent. Her fingernails are painted platinum white, giving her a nice classy look. I grab her bound wrists with both hands and use them as handles to aggressively pound into her. Her face and shoulders lift off the sheets an inch each time I pull her into me, thumping back down into the bed each time I thrust into her.
Her expensively pampered brown and blonde hair flops around as I manhandle her. A wet smacking sound of thighs hitting ass cheeks, pubes hitting damp pubes. I pound as hard as I can, testing out Kadir’s body. I don’t tire, and I’m nowhere near cumming. Wow.
I slam faster and faster, really testing Kadir out, seeing what it takes to get him close to cumming. Grace can’t help but moan, trying to muffle it into the sheets, her head thumping up and down with each thrust. I allow the noise, but I get on my feet in a crouching position behind her and really let loose. Smacksmacksmacksmacksmacksmack into her sloppy cunt, as fast as possible. She yells continuously in pain. There, finally I feel like I could cum. Wow, this body. I stop suddenly, letting myself back off of the feeling.
I kneel back down and slide myself out of her wet hole, a slight plop sound as the dick so suddenly drops out. She stays a bit gaped open, breathing heavily with her head on the bed. There’s an awkwardness to how she takes the cock, to how her voice sounds as she gets rammed. An air of inexperience, as if they don’t really ever do this, go hard, get wild. And she clearly hates every second. I’m torturing this mother on top of her own daughter. A prudish bitch being used like a piece of flesh.
I sit on my heels over Ella, grab her little head, and start smearing and sliding my cock and balls all over her face. She whimpers and clamps her teary eyes shut tight, but allows it. So much slime, a bit of foamy white cream from both her parents’ sex fluids smearing across her little face. I slap my cock up and down on her chin, cheeks, forehead. She’s 18, but she acts like a helpless little girl, no idea what’s happening or why her daddy is doing this.
I lean in and dive mouth first into Grace’s slightly gaping cunthole in front of me. Nasty smell and taste. Almost a bit fishy from the sex. I gag a bit, but love it anyway, driving my tongue deep into her hole, wiggling around, smacking my lips as I pull out, and then making out with her pussy folds as if they were a mouth.
Sitting up again, I reach out and pull Grace up by her arms, wrists still bound behind her back. She’s completely limp, exhausted, starting to give up all hope probably.
Her ripped gray shorts drape down over part of her ass and pubes when she’s upright like this, hanging on only by the waistband pushed up above her bellybutton.
I hug her from behind, her bound hands pressed against my pubes. My cock going between her legs, twitching up to pat her on the pussy from below. I feel her tits and breathe in the scent of her neck and hair. A slow, sensual change of pace. Her breathing is labored, she’s damp with a bit more sweat now. I lick up the side of her neck, behind her warm ear, so salty.
I grab the neckline, the cleavage of her white tank top and rip with both hands. She inhales sharply from surprise. The fabric such a thin soft material, satisfying to shred apart. It makes me feel like I’m destroying, ravaging, pulling her apart. Her tits flop out, hanging loosely. I leave most of the shirt intact, clinging on everywhere except the chest. I grab her loose breasts with both hands, groping and squeezing aggressively. She tenses up, they must be sensitive, tender. I grip harder and she yelps a bit, then stifles herself and grits her teeth.
I fondle her breasts for a few more minutes. So perfectly soft, more than a handful, so full and natural. Her nipples a bit big, from breastfeeding, sticking up, slightly hard and puffy. Her skin is a bit slick with sweat. I slide around. Between the cleavage. Then underneath, the crease underneath her boobs so damp and warm. I enjoy her discomfort, her embarrassment. All while little Ella helplessly looks up at her parents’ genitals kneeling above her head.
I shove Grace forward suddenly, letting her drop forward onto her face again, face down in the sheets between Ella’s legs. I quickly reposition a few things, reattaching Ella’s hands to be bound down tightly at her sides, so they’re more out of the way. Then I pull at Grace’s thighs and reposition her legs a bit, forcing her into 69 on top of her daughter again, this time in a lower position, thighs out more in the splits, closer to the mattress, pussy close to Ella’s face. I just see those little helpless eyes under there, peeking up at me from under her mother, so worried about what’s happening on top of her. I shove pillows tight in between Grace’s inner thighs and the sides of Ella’s head, clamping the little girl there, unable to move her head, forced to stare directly up at her mommy’s cunt.