It's The Last Thing Annabelle Wants

“NO! STOP! LET ME GO!” Annabelle screamed at the demon that had just become of her daughter. Finally finding the coherence, and the vigor to struggle Annabelle tried sitting up, and squirming out from under or pushing Jenna off.

The incubus that had just turned Jenna, and taken her virginity laughed heartily at the new found resistance, something he had been enjoying toying with as she called for help and hid away from her own eventual damnation.

“Come on mummy, have a lick.” Jenna mockingly invited, finding new depraved joy in the torment of her mother as two hands grabbed Annabelle’s shoulders from behind and pulled them back to the floor.

Leaning back Jenna spread her legs and held her mother’s knees down and apart as Rachel leaned forward over Annabelle, and finally got the first taste of pussy that she’d been increasingly hungering for all night.

Annabelle was at a loss for words, finding herself strangely impotent in her struggles against her daughter, and the Asian teen who’s breasts now hung just below Annabelle’s chin.

Rachel’s lips smacked as she moaned in relief at her first taste of Jenna’s snatch. What had started as a timid lick quickly evolved into a tongue stretching suckle as Rachel nourished the corrupt temptations plaguing her with the mixed fluids of Jenna’s recent fucking.

Rachel had never been drawn by the thought of eating some guys cum, but found herself quite enjoying the mingling of the fluids and questioning how she hadn’t found cream pied women to eat out sooner.

Sensing an importance in keeping Annabelle pinned down she gazed needing up at Jenna, wishing she could spare a hand and some fingers to playing with the pussy and try to scoop more of the flooded pussies contents to within reach of her tongue.

Even as she felt her tongue growing longer, and reaching farther to fulfill such desires.

Jenna meanwhile was mouthing the cock that had just been fucking her ass, delighting in the depravity she was driven crazy to seek thanks to Beth’s teasing. As she casually licked and mouthed the cock her true focus however remained on her mother.

Listening, and feeling the shifts in Annabelle’s body and responses.

“You have to admit it mum.” Jenna delighted in reminding and emphasizing the relationship to her mother. “It’s so much nicer when someone else plays with your pussy.” Gasping in pleasure Jenna continued. “You can’t anticipate how it will feel as easily.”

Jenna had been lightly rubbing and teasing her mother’s pussy, sensing how it poked at the weaknesses in her mother’s defiance, and further spread the cracks in her fortitude first created when she gave in to the temptation to touch herself in the shower.

Holding a finger pinning down her mom’s clit, Jenna smirked as she felt the spasm, the stiff twitch, heard the gasp, and sensed the bitten tongue of her mom.

“You know, I wanted you to be the first I fuck with my new, blessed body” Jenna mockingly lamented, smiling down at Rachel.

“But perhaps this carpet muncher is more deserving. Readier.” Jenna taunted to a peak of happy moans from Rachel as Annabelle pursed her lips, shaking her head trying to deny what was happening, trying not to express her own desire even as some of her squirming to get free shifted more to touch herself and penetrate upon Jenna’s teasing fingers.

“Mmm… Rachel… Turning around.” Jenna instructed, Annabelle quickly moving to sit up and try to pull free as Rachel quickly slammed her back flat, bent legs weighing on Annabelle’s shoulder as Jenna shifted her friend, to toy and flaunt fingering a wet pussy just above Annabelle’s chin.

With her hands no longer busy Rachel felt herself up and down, flaunting how her body had already morphed, pleading and guiding Jenna’s single handed touch, and brushing tail.

That is until Rachel found her hair pulled and a cock thrust into her mouth, the shriek of surprise and possible objection quickly displaced by the glug of her face being fucked.

Where there should have been resistance, or objection Annabelle watched as Rachel simply choked, gasped, a moaned in delight at being used. She crushed her breasts together around the Incubi’s tail, relishing her first tit fuck.

Annabelle tried to pry her eyes away, resist watching in disgust as what had been her daughter, and the demon that had violated and dawned her toying with her daughter’s friend.

The fingers teasing her pussy, just inches from Annabelle’s face. The large, squeezed breasts embracing the snaking tail, her flushed face wet with saliva and precum as her head was pulled back and forth upon a cock.

It was repulsive.

Yet as Annabelle squirmed upon her daughter’s fingers, dark desirous thoughts clawed as her, wishing, even wanting to be in Rachel’s place. Annabelle could feel the tinge of pleasure from the weight compressing her breasts, it’s warmth, and movement massaging and teasing.

“More…” The sputtered coughed lone word uttered by the Asian girl responded to by the cock thrusting back into her choking mouth, the coughed word uttered in what moment she was given to breath.

It sent a shiver down Annabelle’s spine, the desire, the want resonating with the encroaching temptation to surrender and embrace the pleasure on offer. Annabelle shifted and squirmed, rolling her eyes back as she failed to banish a thought about feeling a cock thrust into her pussy.

Oh how long had it been since she’d felt the warm brush, the press of a man’s flesh upon her flower. Annabelle wondered shifting, squirming pressing.

Then gasping.