Commands Them To Cum

“CUM!” With one word Lydia cut them all free of the restraints binding them in the real world within the Idol’s influence.

As the quartet cried in climax together, they trembled and quaked and paused.

Mark recognized the familiar nub in his mouth, his tongue teasing it, his lips sucking it between them the soft pillows of flesh upon which they hung. He felt the arms around his head, the encouraging purr of Lydia’s voice.

“Mmm… drink…” Mark suckled voraciously pawing at Lydia’s large breasts, and gasping for air feeling nothing but arousal and further thirst for more.

As Mark finally pulled his lips away and looked upon Lydia she smiled perfectly. “Now dream.”

It was as if he’d only just closed his eyes.

Mark felt the hold of his cock in a pussy, its grip firm against his contours, all as the room shifted to the one from his dream. He could hear the moans of pleasure, seemingly the shifting shadows his eyes tried to define sexually entwined forms from.

He began to fuck the form sprawled out on its back before him. His hands roaming its shadows, molding the contouring flare of hips, full thighs that seemed to shift and lock legs behind him, then up, past the waspish waist, and flat stomach.

As the amorphous shadows developed contours his pace picked up, his arousal and drive to come in the pussy so perfectly milking his cock fueling his enrapture. Making him regret how quickly, how helpless he was to resist its pleasure.

Then kept him on edge.

As Karl stumbled back, popping his cock free from Lydia as she pulled Mark to her chest he breathed deeply.

Never had sex felt so intense. As his laboured breaths heaved from his chest he already was hooked on the craving for more.

As his cock bobbed down free of Lydia, Mary’s face lazily nuzzled it as it draped onto her face, a lazy soft giggle of pleasure emerging from her as she thought about how they had all just done that. The taste of the cock upon her face where she teasingly tasted it. How good it felt. How hard it would be to deny wanting more… Wanting it again…

Mary’s bliss addled mind was in no state to pay much attention, her hands softly roaming hers, and her mom’s skin lazily toying with the aftershocks of the orgasm that traveled in the wake of her touch.

There was no wonder, or questions as she felt Mark slump onto the bed next to them. She wasn’t sure how long they’d been fucking. Honestly, it didn’t matter. It was just that intense.

As Mary watched her mother shift around, all she could do was gasp in pleasure, arch her back, and lazily squirm as her head was held down by its now glossy brown hair, her mother parking her pussy atop Mary’s mouth with ease.

“Eat up, it’s good for you.” Her mother lewdly sing songed, before throwing her head back with a deep moan as her daughter failed to be aware enough to notice the tar black juices that were seeping from her mother’s pussy.

Or the bright yellow hue of the irises of Lydia’s eyes, as her free hand grabbed Karl’s face, pulling it to her massive and round looking tits from Mary’s perspective.

Mary felt a sudden invigoration as she tasted and lapped at the fluids languidly exiting the pussy atop her face. The mental admission of just how lewd she was being, how perverse it was to be eating cum from a pussy. From her mum's pussy, exciting and driving a further hunger to lick, suck, and taste more ravenously, more enthusiastically, seeking to eat the pussy full of cum in entirety.

She wondered if her mom would eat the cum out of her next, Mary wondering what it might feel like, unaware that her mom was leaving whatever taint had seeped off to corrupt her own daughter more in the enthrall of the Idol.

A similar enthusiasm unfolded upon Lydia’s chest, Kyle's voracious nursing pulling deep brown milk to smear across Lydia's heavy and full breasts as Karl squeezed droplets free with his hands between long thirsty pulls of the corrupting nectar.

As he was forcefully pushed free and off to the side the last thing he really sensed was the pop of his lips pulling free, before he found himself lying down in the chamber from his dream the night before.

Looking about Karl could hear the nearby collision of flesh, Mark clearly visible fucking a shadowy form missionary a few feet away. Karl had to admire the sway of her chest, the moans of her body, the sweet tone of her words coaxing Mark on.

“Do me… Fuck… Fuck… Fuck me… Harder… I want you…. Want you so… fucking bad…. Give it to me….All…”

Karl’s attention was soon pulled away, as he felt the weight of a form upon his legs.

“I’m sooo hungry.” He soon heard, purred in a perfectly seductive gasp as the shadowy form brushed and pressed against his aching manhood.

Reaching down Karl thought nothing more than about a woman giving him heard, the shadow taking shape and purring with delight as his hand brushed across her impossibly silky hair.

“Mmmm…. Yes… Give me form….” The voice purred between licks of his cock, provoking a gasp of surprise and pleasure as its glowing yellow eyes gazed up hungrily at the young black man, her lips smacking wetly as her mouth and tongue set to work, blowing away any perception of what a blowjob should feel like on the still over sensitive and wound up young man’s black cock.

Rolling this head around the room, gazing to see what else was going on as he just basked in the pleasure, he blindly stroked his hands across the woman’s head, nothing but perverse delight emerging in his thoughts as he felt the round hard curves flanking the woman’s head.

Perfect handholds, all the better to skull fuck her with.

Gasping for breath, Mary’s cum smeared lips finally parted with her mother’s pussy.

“Fuck… This is… Too… Intense.” Mary panted, feeling he mother’s fingers tease at Mary’s leaking pussy as her vision seemed to blur.

“Are you done yet?” Mary heard the sultry teasing promise in her mother’s strangely enticing voice, her nodding her head yes as she realized she was no longer atop her bed.

The weight of the shadow atop her quickly took shape, forming from thoughts of Mary’s last conscious sight before suddenly finding herself in the ethereal realm she had been visiting in her dreams.

Before she could wonder, before she could question, Mary found her head pulled into the figure’s pussy. Its heady scent, its taste, strangely sweet and spicy as it teased at Mary’s tongue, drawing a desire to have more.

“Mmm… Good girl…” The now pornstar like feminine shadow purred.

Mary found her focus locked on the shadowy figure, her mind drawing parallels to the one she’d strangely watched her own mother enjoy. Mary’s head while locked between the legs of the form atop of her was growing aware of just where she was.

The feel of the air upon her skin, the sound of colliding flesh, the echoes of the moans, and groans of slow sensual pleasure. She was back in the strangely real dream place.

“FUCKING TAKE IT!” Mary heard Mark grunted, his voice heavy with strained effort, desire, and want.

She felt a desire to see just who he was pounding, The clear pleading of another person toying with Mary’s curiosity of just what else was going on here, another orgy like the night before?

“Mmph!” Mary exclaimed into the pussy parked snugly atop her lips, feeling the slow stroke, and teasing brush of something warm, ridged, and long across her pussy, and then down, probing for her entrance.

The radiant heat of it made Mary suddenly realize just how warm the figure atop her face felt. With sudden question her hands roamed up and down its form, the flesh as warm as a scalding hot tub, Yet she couldn’t help but want to feel the flesh as it almost burned with pleasure to touch.

“Are you ready to be fucked baby?” The lewd question seemed to radiate with perverse pleasure, and dark foreboding.