His Own Mother, and Daniela..

Upstairs Sarah arched her back pressing her chocolate milk brown breast out as she gasped and collapsed forward upon her husband. “Too. Fucking. Good.” She panted feeling her eyes grow heavy hands blindly roaming the suddenly hotter flesh beneath her.
As her hands spread to feel its strangely enticing warmth her heavy breathing began to break into panting again. Sarah had never felt her husband’s cock leave her, but now it felt as if it was swelling larger, molding to her already tightly clamped interior and contouring her to the penetration.

Sarah moaned lavishly as she felt the firm hands cup her ass, slowly she gasped, eyes wide as she felt the pull of the flesh inside her, her ass raised with the firm grip of the shadowy being that somehow had come to be beneath her.

It was now that Sarah realized she was in the place she had dreamt, and despite the too real feel of the slow start of the figure beneath her fucking her, she couldn’t help but tremble in shock at the sudden and **** pleasure.

“Oh… puh… lease… still… fuck me…” Sarah uttered under a shuttered prolonged exhale of pleasure, a high pitched shriek of delight escaping her lips as the cock cradled deep within her first pressed firmly deeper, its suddenly hotter touch pushing Sarah almost to another immediate orgasm.

Sarah shifted upright, jutting her breasts forwards towards the face of the demonic figure as she arched her back, delighting in the raw pleasure of being fucked. Not only fucked, but forcefully used as a sex toy as she simply sat in the embrace of the firm sharp feeling fingers holding her ass.

As Sarah got into the groove of the rutting she delighted at the bouncing feminine figure next to her, reaching out and trying to embrace her as Sarah recognized that her husband was the cock that the hyper feminine figure bounced eagerly upon.

Sarah couldn’t bother to feel betrayed, jealous, or envy at the woman fucking her husband. There was no question of how could he be cheating on her, right here, next to Sarah.

Not while Sarah lost herself to the throws of pleasure from the ever clearer demonic figure beneath her.
God, it looked the same as the one she watched her neighbour Lydia fuck. Sarah realized, then delighted in knowing just how good Lydia must have felt.

Being fucked by it.

Being shown being fucked by it.

Sharing in the sheer pleasure of it, as she looked upwards in climax, feeling the warmth filling her.

Sarah shook as if in sudden withdraw. The warmth, the pleasure, the joy.

It was all suddenly gone.

Sarah felt shocked, as she came to terms with the sudden void of sensations across her body as she came to terms with the jarring disconnection from her initial awakening here.

Sarah shivered, and embraced her now cold naked form in a fetal position, gazing through the bars at the equally worried, insecure, and terrified figure hanging in the cage next to her.

Trevor looked to be shouting at her, his voice muted. The obvious movement of his lips saying words meant to comfort, reassure, but bringing only dread. His own terror and torment seeming to grow as his loudest efforts failed to convey anything but silent distress across the void between him and his wife.

Are you okay?

The words had they not been muted still stood no chance of traversing the small space between their cages, the sounds of pleasure rising from below to meet them, as if a thousand real life porn movies were blaring all at once.

Beckoning not just for their attention, but their submission. Addition.

Shaking her head no, Sarah looked down through the mesh floor. Recognizing with dread the figures fucking beneath them. Recognizing how they had sinned. Realizing their condemnation, Sarah through all of the complicated weight, fear, and sorrow, couldn’t help but envy, and wish it was her there in her youthful lewd form, fucking atop what was obviously some sort of demon.

Looking barely 20, bouncing in appearance, and fashion only pornstars were seen doing.

As Sarah met gazes with the glowing eyes of her still fucking doppelganger, she couldn’t help but feel envy, jealousy, and insecurity as it flaunted its curves, relished knowing she was watching, and licked toward her alluringly with an inhumanely long tongue.

Some how, Sarah felt a pit in her stomach growing heavy. A knowing awareness that this was but the first, and shallowest of the sins, and perversions she was going to be **** to watch.

Looking back to the caged Trevor, she could see him trying to reach out desperately to touch her. Sarah's equally outreached arm through the bars only affirmed the smallest distance keeping them from touching.

From holding hands.

From any type of reassurance.

Daniela breathed heavily, eyes clenched shut, squatting on all fours into the ground. Delighted, and trembling in pleasurable need for more as she felt the cock pull free of her pussy.

Jeez he really fucked her like a bitch, Daniella thought of her boyfriend. Gasping in surprise and shock as she felt new pressure, pushing on her from behind, not looking to squeeze into her dripping pussy, but pushing and stretching at…

Rearing up and spreading her hands Daniela’s initial thoughts of her cocky boyfriend suddenly penetrating her ass for the first time was quickly diminished, the realization of her being in that strange place from her dreams setting in, until she felt the next generously ridged penetration of her ass.

Damn she didn’t expect anal to feel so good, a thought soon banished as she lost herself in the next ridged step of the warm penetration with in her, and the entertaining scene about her.

Daniella felt suddenly more secure with having been fucking like some rabid animal, especially as she took in the trio from her building now here the longest. Pointed ears, perfect contours, and delightfully capable tongues.
Daniela couldn’t make out the shadowy forms of their forming horns, not that it would have dissuaded her as she started to press back against her slow, deliberate penetrator.

Daniela watched two feminine forms embrace and make out, one periodically looking skyward, as if to taunt something above as they rode the masculine figures laying beneath them.

Daniela looked about, glancing to eagerly see if her boy was in the crowd, questioning what it’d feel like to rock between two cocks.

Quaking at the slow gradual and deliberate delving of the cock into her ass. Daniela lowered her chest to the ground, feeling her hard, aching nipples torturously drag pleasurably across the floor before her breasts compressed upon them. Smacking her fists as she felt the mystery penetration finally bottom out.

Its warmth feeling like it could almost burn her from the inside, half gazing back over her dark tan shoulder Daniela smirked proudly, cheek against the strangely warm, almost living feeling floor.

“Is that… all ya got…” Daniela taunted lazily, only to raise her head and gasp in surprise pleasure.

“OH SHIT!” Daniela gasped, finally looking behind her to see the demonic figure taking form from obscuring shadow.

It’s cock sat firmly, fully plugged to the hilt of her round ass, clawed hands took firm hold just above her hips, as an unseen phallus tipped tail brushed across, and teased at the entry into her pussy,

Daniela purred, and pressed back, basking in the bottomed out cock in her ass, and the teasing at her pussy, the Latina closed her eyes and squirmed in pleasure as she felt the large clawed hands slide up her sides, over her back, and unto her shoulders.

Feeling them grab and pull her back, Daniela screamed out in surprise, and pleasure, her back arching with the seemingly effortless pull of the arms. As Daniela’s chest was thrust out for presentation her head thrown back as far as it could.

The shock, awe, and pleasure of being double penetrated barely setting in before the muscular prehensile tail embedded in her pussy started the gradual movements of her fucking. Snaking fully in, it would bend across her clit and push her up off the cock in her ass.

As the tail eased the press she slid back, feeling her ass envelope each generous ridge of the cock until it bottomed out. Then she felt the pull of the tail from her pussy, the pressure of her insides being squeezed between the cock in her ass and it releasing, until the flared head of the tail tugged at her entrance, sawing back in to repeat the cycle.

Daniela hung there, marinating in the pleasure of the Idol’s perverse use of her body, her mind blank except for trying to process the feel of it all. From the push and pulls of the penetrations, the feel of being held up, the feel of her chest as it swayed and lagged in response to the fucking. Her breasts swelling larger with each swing perfectly, her dark brown nipples soon cupped and pinched by Daniela’s own hands as she sought to lose herself ever more to the pleasure.

Wanting, no. Needing more from the dream.

“Mmm… Aren’t you a sweet treat.” An alluring feminine voice purred, stepping around the front of Daniela, she heard the distant objection of an elderly strained voice object. Their cry unneeded as Daniela nuzzled and mouthed the phallic tail presented by the succubus.

Gazing up wantonly, Daniela suddenly recognized who it was, beyond the demonic physique. Or rather who it had been.