He Wasn't Sure He Could Resist Any Longer

George squirmed and struggled against the men holding him down, grateful for their aid. He wasn’t sure what he would do if his hands weren’t handcuffed behind him, if he wasn’t being held down.

His mind swam with lewd horrible thoughts he couldn’t believe were his own. Thoughts about pinning Marie down by the neck and fucking her raw and savagely while swearing at Cherish that if she didn’t straighten out she would be next.

Thoughts of fucking them like depraved whores, and warning them that was what they would end up as.

Horrible thoughts that was exactly what they’d like, what they wanted, and that they were already whoring themselves out. How else could he explain dinner being covered?

Finally his daughters stopped wrestling, Mars pinning her twin down assertively, “Are you ready cunt?” Mars demanded at Cherry, Cherry gasping, moaning and passively nodding in response.

Getting off of the pinned Cherry, Mars raised her twin sister to her feet by the root of her platinum blonde hair. Before Cherry could stand full she was pulled bent over forwards and lead towards her father.

“Hold him still boys.” Mars ordered the guys flanking he father. “Climb up there Cherry, let Daddy taste your dirty pussy.” Mars laughed as her father squirmed, clearly torn between flight and desire as two younger, larger, and more experienced men held him relatively still on the couch.

Cherry felt her heart beat string and steady. Drumming with the eager anticipation in her throat, the excitement of finally freeing their inconvenience after so many late night discussions about just sneaking into their parents room to get the easiest available cock to enjoy.

The forbidden nature of it have long added to the temptation and arousal.

Cherry was certain that was part of what made their dad’s cum seem so perfectly divine. Little did she know it was the strengthening corruption within her that had been empowered and rewarded her for the heinous act.

Had Cherry not been so enthralled for the moment she might’ve noticed there was more to the pleasurable buzz surging through her body, the radiant heat of her flush chest, the needy ache of her nipples, the tightening of her stomch, and the tension in her ass.

With steady fluent steps Cherry walked onto the couch, placing her feet delicately where there was space. Mars released her hold on Cherry, leaving her sister to take these final steps unguided by the dominant hands she had earned to enjoy pushing her around.

“NO Ch… Ch… Cherish… please don’t….” George stammered, shaking his head before gasping as his daughter grabbed his hair so firmly, and dominantly he half wondered if it was Mars again.

“NO, Daddy. We’re doing this. I want it. Mars wants it.” With a trembling deep breath and a pleasured exhale Cherry rolled her head before staring deep down into her father’s eyes. He could swear he saw green glowing in the back of her pupils, a common symptom Mars and Cherryy relished triggering in others who had used the ****.

It was a sign of the intensity of their arousal.

Cherry delighted in the fear, and the yielding resistance obvious in her father’s eyes. As his head was tilted back and held down atop the back of the couch, and Cherry straddled him.

“Oh hells….” Cherry moaned her breath growing rampantly staggered and heavy. Her pussy had yet to meet his lips as he turned his head back and forth between her thighs, trying to resist making contact. He could smell his daughter’s arousal, feel her wetness slowly dampening all around his face, as it’s gooey warmth tried to linger and take hold of his cheeks.

George could feel the tremble in his daughter’s legs, the instinctive flex of her hips, the impending response of her body to the precipice of wanton, depraved desire upon which Cherry stood. Cherry cried out incoherently in such great pleasure her own mother paused in the midst of milking a first load of warm cum onto her face to look and listen.

Mars beamed with pride behind Cherry, as Cherry squirted across their dad’s face, and when his mouth fell agape in shock she landed her lower lips upon his.

“LICK!” Cherry manically commanded. “Eat your good, innocent, daughter’s dirty pussy.” The words dripped with venom, and stoked the sexual tension in the whole room.

“YES… OH.. YESS DADDY… Pl… pl… please… more… key.. keep… licking.” The venom, the confidence, the command all washed away in a flood of sudden pleading as Cherry gasped and spasmed, feeling more urgent need, as she felt Mars scratch fingers down her back, and kiss gently.

Them both knowing how close Cherry was to cumming again already.

Diana watched, feeling a proud envy of her twin daughters. Entranced so much she forgot about the two men she had been pleading to cum across her body, to stain her skin like the dirty slutty mom of the daughters she had no doubt had fucked them each.

Time seemed to slow as she watched Mars slowly drag herself down he sisters back, take hold of their father’s cock. And sheath the bare flesh that had impregnated her own mother.

But the slow, deliberate fuck, relishing the moment Mars first felt her dad’s cock within her wasn’t complete by that alone. The prize she got, for Cherry getting to suck it first, to feel their dad’s tongue first.

Mars parted the fuller rounder ass of Cherry and licked long and deep, her hips and legs flexing expertly with what appeared as if years of endless fucking practice.

Mars could feel something more, as revelation for the never spiritual girl as her corruption, and sin reached a new apex and sudden conscious awareness of her connection to some conduit of the Idol flooded her awareness.

As Diana’s head was pulled away from watching, her eyes locking with the owner of the semi flaccid cock being shoved in her face the room seemed to blink into a different reality for her daughters. One she might’ve been broken from her sexual trance by had she been able to glimpse it.

Mars mouthed and sucked hard on Cherry’s tail bone, shuddering in pleasure and pulling away as it manifested into a demonic phallis tipped tail.

The two men who had been holding down their father now shifted back, their hands pulled free from restraining George now mindlessly stroke their cocks as they backed away to behold the view.

The upward stretched bat wings, leather white as snow, the boning a baby blue, a soft hue that spread across the twin’s skin as they continued to use and corrupt their father for their personal pleasure.

Sucking on Cherry’s tail, Mars knew she had to have one too, delighting as she first stroked it’s sensitive tips up her ass cheeks, feeling the dried cum on her flesh feeling warm and moist once again, swollen breasts leaking tainting milk she was unaware of as her clawed hands grabbed Cherry’s flared yet slender hips.

Cherry fondled and groped her own suddenly swollen and lactating breasts, delighting in the sensation of milking her demonic self atop her father’s wide and ravenous eyes. His will to resist shattered by the revelation that they had truly already gone to hell.

He had sinned. They had all sinned.

And Hell’s torment was the revelation of its unearthed pleasure as he felt his cock twitch with building pressure, his resistant thoughts now replaced by a mental cheering of how much closer he was nearing to possibly knocking his own daughter up.

To fulfilling this sin that felt all too great to heed any final warning to halt, to ever commit to never trying again...

And they needed to hurry. Because her twin sister would be next one he'd fuck.

All three suddenly orgasmed and came together. The connection breaking with a pulse of invigorating arousal across the room as the twins reverted back to being human shaken not just by the pleasure, but the realization they could be.

Would be.

So much more.

As the trio recovered from the shock of the spiritual experience with the Idol’s realm via its baptismal well they had but one thought.