“Anyway. Enough yapping. Jesus. Can’t a guy get some sloppy titty-fucks in peace? Get those tits out and work ’em.”
She touched her boobs; they were warm and wet to the touch. Doubt and guilt started to surface on her mind, but the urge to do it was crippling. Alyssa looked at her mom, who was moving blankly, without thought or guilt. Just mind-numbing pleasure. She felt envious.
“Hurry up,” Alex urged as he spat on her breasts.
She buried his cock on her giant tits.
Alex moaned, “Oh, yeah. That feels loads better than your mom’s. Shiiiit.”
A part of her couldn’t help but feel great about that compliment. She felt giddy that she felt better to her mom in that respect. She felt a sense of superiority. Like she had won a science quiz.
What the fuck was wrong with her?
Alyssa felt like a slut, competing for a stupid man’s attention with her mom. She glanced at Lily.
Her face showed her jealousy.
Alyssa shuddered, inexplicably feeling even better seeing her mom jealous of her. Apparently, her joy showed in the way she was fucking the thick cock with her massive jugs because Alex’s groans grew louder and louder, and she felt her pussy tingle from hearing it. The bully felt her eagerness increase as she rubbed and buried his fat cock on her smooth, creamy white crevices. Breathlessly, she squeezed her tits together to create a soft, tight, fuck-tunnel for the man.
Subsequently, Lily moved and buried her head between Alex’s butt to rim the bully’s ass crack in an effort to please. Alyssa felt slightly disgusted at her mom’s willingness to take in a man’s asshole on her tongue so sloppily, as if it were the tastiest thing in existence. She’d never do that, at least. She was still better than her mom. She wasn’t a total slut.
But inexplicably, some part of her was mad that her mother was stealing the limelight. Alyssa subconsciously doubled her efforts in the sloppy tit-fucking.
Fuck. Alex’s breath hitched. This was probably the best tit-job he ever experienced. The rimming elevated it even higher.
He looked Alyssa. The bitch was a natural. He groaned, asking,
“Which hole do you want to try first?”
Alyssa gradually stopped the tit-fucking and muttered quietly.
The bully smirked and asked, “What was that? I couldn’t hear you.”
The independent natural-born leader said, “My p-pussy.”
“What do you want me to do to your pussy?”
“FUCK–I want you to fuck it, okay?”
“C’mon. You know what I want. Add more adjectives, doctor.
She paused, weighing the option of doing so against the anticipated insertion of his dick in her pussy. At this point, she didn’t doubt he could make her cum. She’s seen the effects of his oversized pole on her mom first-hand.
And she felt its effects on her psyche when she was kissing and fucking it with her big tits–something she had never imagined she would do. Still, she could leave right now. It’s not as if the door’s locked. She could leave now and she wouldn’t betray her brother in any way. She would fix the problems with this family like she always did.
James watched his sister on the boundary of choice. When he heard her grunt, he knew what she had chosen.
She licked her lips and said, “I want your thick, FAT, cock, messing up my insides as I squeeze my FUCKING pussy to the shape of your cock. I want to fucking SCREAM my head off as I cum around it. Please. Please fuck my pussy up. Beyond recognition. I just wanna cum so bad. I just wanna be messed up. I just want–please.” Her eyes teared up at the humiliation. James had never seen this kind of face on his composed sister. She was always so cool and calm.
Alex grinned and carried her over to the bed. He threw her uncaringly, his hands pushing her face against the soft fabric of the bed.
“Ready to have your brains fucked out?”
She replied by wagging her ass towards him. Alex chuckled and entered her with one thrust.
And her mind fucking exploded. Like fireworks but the crackers and gunpowder were right in front her face. She came for the first time in her life. Oh, god. It felt like this. Cumming feels like this, she thought. Her expectations were far off the roof and yet, it still surpassed her every imagination. Is this how her friends felt around their husbands? She didn’t know, but she doubted it.
Because if it was, they wouldn’t stay sane.
Time blurred and she didn’t know how long had passed. Alyssa vaguely heard the man’s pleasant voice.
“So doctor, I’m quite curious about something–how does it feel? How does it feel saving lives?”
The sound of his deep voice woke her up.
“FUCK, FUCK me haaaAARD–SHIT.”
Had she been screaming the whole time?
“Is this bitch even listening?” Alex guffawed before slapping her ass as he repeated the question, “How does it feel saving fucking lives, doctor?”
“IT FEELS SO F-FUCKING GOOOD,” She groaned.
James didn’t know if it was her answer to the question or if she was talking about the ongoing fuck over the TV.
Alex licked his lips.
“Don’t you think sex with me feels way better though? You look so good, so natural in your element. This looks waaaay better on you, honestly. Who cares about saving lives; how does it compare to CREATING life, baby?” He asked while changing the rhythm of his thrusts to a slower beat, attacking her insides in a completely different direction and flow.
Alyssa mindlessly talked incoherently in response. He slapped her ass again
“Oh, fuuuuck. My mind is going BLAAANK. Oh my gooood. N-never felt this GOOD. Shit. Sex is like this…? Why? It didn’t feel like this. Ever. S-shiiiit.”
“Answer the question, bitch!” Alex groaned at her tightness as he demanded an answer.
“I LOOOVE IT so m-muUUCH. I FUCKING LOVE ‘CREATING LIFE’ MORE THAN SAVING THEM, OKAY? IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT TO FUCKING HEAR?” She screamed.
Alex shoved her face to point directly to the camera’s front and commanded, “Say it to the camera.”
James shuddered. It felt like they were all was looking directly at him. His sister didn’t even question why there was a camera. She simply looked over and obeyed like a good little fuck-slut.
“I LooOOVE PROCREATION MORE THAN SAVING L-LIVES NOW….S-sHIT….WHY DID I STUDY to be a doctor WHEN I C-COULD’VE JUST BEEN HIS WOMAN? FUCK–THIS IS BAAAD. I didn’t knooow. I didn’t know there w–WAS A CAMERA. BUT I DON’T care, f-fuUUcK…!”
“JAMES, DAD. I LOVE YOU BOTH SO MUCH, BUT YOU’VE SEEN HIS COCK, RIGHT? I’M JUST–fuuuuuck–I’m just a woman. I can’t fight him. Seriously, hOW CAN I COMPARE? HOW CAN YOU COMPARE? I’M SO SORRY, BUT I’D ABANDON YOU FOR HIM. FOR THIS CooooOCK–FUCK, so goo-OOOD. BUT KNOW THAT I LOVE YOU, ALWAYS. I LOVE YOU SO MUCH. I TRIED–FUCK ME HARDER, SHIIIT–I tried resisting, I SWEAR!” She confessed her real feelings. James didn’t even know he was crying until the tears dripped onto his dick.
Alyssa couldn’t even care what she was doing in front of a camera. It was fucking evidence. With this in hand, Alex would have so much power over her. She could lose her job. The reputation she built over seven years could be toppled over with just one click from her brother’s bully, but she couldn’t care. That’s how good it felt. She can potentially live with the risk of throwing away seven fucking years of hard work as long as he doesn’t stop beating her pussy up. She looked sideways at her mom. She understood fully now. Nothing could compare. Nothing in their pathetic domestic life could compare. This dick makes love seem way less important. She understood her mom now. Every thrust felt like fucking religion. She understood completely now.