Bishop's Breeding Rampage

Zack stroked his cock and smiled. There was that infamous Ravers attitude, defiant and bedeviling down to the last breath. But he was a Ravers now too, so that same attitude was in him as well. Two could play at Heather’s games. As he idly pumped his shaft, he considered how to tease her in return, permitting all the sordid thoughts that he’d usually dismiss as too importune and barefaced. Everything that he thought it meant to be a Ravers; everything a Bishop wasn’t.

Dipping a hand between her open thighs, Heather gave Zack all the time he needed to consider his next move. A slight shudder rippled noticeably through her body as her fingers met her clit and her pussy lips glistened anew. She smiled back at him, seeing his eyes roam over her body, every part of her presented clearly for him. Knowing that the distraction of her body was, in fact, likely keeping him from thinking quite as fast as he might, gave her a giggle. She didn’t know where this newfound attitude of his came from, but she wouldn’t be beaten.

Behind her, eyes closed and supine, Chastity still hadn’t recovered from her orgasm. This battle of wills, for now, was solely between the half-siblings.

“I just don’t know if I should.”

She stopped touching herself, her eyes narrowing at the boy. “What? You’ve already come this far.”

“Oh, I know, I know,” He said, his tone starkly calm and decided. He approached, his hand still moving along his length. “I just don’t know if you deserve it.”

The smile returned to Heather’s face, her eyes instantly brightening when she saw that Zack was simply playing. “I haven’t earned the pleasure of your cock? Ha, someone has developed a big head.”

“Glad you noticed,” Zack quipped in reply, the fat tip of his cock throbbing as it peeked out past his closed fist. “But don’t worry, I would never deny myself the accolade of knocking you up. I just don’t know if you deserve to go first.”

Shrugging, she resumed the petting of her clit, matching the rotation of her fingers to the flick of his wrist. “First or second, it doesn’t matter to me, so long as you pump me full.”

“Ah, well, we both know the first load will be the biggest, packed full of all those juicy, strong swimmers you so desperately want to flood your womb. You’d have to make do with the meager second batch.”

“I know it’s true of some men,” she taunted him further, the sides of her smile curling higher. “Well, if that’s the case, I should definitely get dips on the first load.”

Zack didn’t reply. He stopped moving forward too, though he still stroked his dick, waiting, expectant, for some password or trigger phrase. Heather scoffed.

“Do you expect me to beg for it?” She made a puppy dog face. “You want me to look up at you all doe eyed and ask you please to cum inside me and give me a baby? Not gonna happen.” Her expression darkened again. “If we’re gonna talk about who deserves what, perhaps I should remind you of our little…deal. I presume you got your end of the transaction, or you wouldn’t be here right now.”

Zack glanced at Chastity, who frankly didn’t seem to know where she was in her post-orgasmic bliss, never mind who had made a deal for what. He saw Heather’s eyes flicker in the same direction, genuinely having no intention of spilling Zack’s incestuous secrets to the receptionist.

“No,” he admitted, a little of the old Zack coming out. “I mean…not yet.”

Some part of him hoped that was true. His mother had asked for space to think and Zack had respected that request, but with his newfound boldness perhaps he could make it happen. He imagined barging into his mother’s bedroom just as he had to Heather’s and watching as she sat on the bed with her legs sprayed outwards. His cock twitched in his hand at the picture his imagination conjured, feeling himself growing even more rigid. The banter with Heather had given him some time to replenish his fortitude, but just thinking about his mother in her place sent him right back to the brink.

“Seriously? I serve her up on a silver platter and you still can't muster the courage to just take what you want,” Heather shook her head, momentarily ceasing her clit rubbing. “That’s your problem, Zack. You wait and you wait and you-”

In two seconds flat he was right up at the bed. He grabbed her leg and lifted it, pushing the dark haired cheer captain on to her back, simultaneously spreading the thighs as wide as they could stretch. With the hand on his dick, he aimed himself at her sweet, dripping hole, gaping slightly between her puffy labia. His member was straight as an arrow right now, barely requiring any assistance at all as he pressed his helmet to the opening, silky arousal allowing him to push inside with ease. And with one thrust, he buried himself in her hot, wet tunnel right to the root.

“I’m not waiting now, am I?” He shot back, pulling out to the tip quickly and roughly slamming himself all the way back in.

“Ohhh Zack…Aaah” Heather gasped, in shock from the suddenness of his penetration and winded by the vehemence.

He withdrew and slammed his cock into her again. This time, expecting the penetration, Heather rolled her hips to meet him, allowing his long member to slide in deeper still to parts of her pussy walls untouched by any man besides her father. The breath left her lungs again as she threw back her head and almost screamed, rutting against him as he repeated the act. With the same intensity, he pulled back and pushed fully in, fucking his half-sister.

Her walls spasmed around his shaft, soaked from the teasing, the heat enveloping his member. In every way, the hot, wet tightness of her pussy was superior to her mouth. She had been so close to bringing him to climax with her lips and tongue, but after just a few minutes inside her he felt that familiar feeling churning up inside his balls. His cock twitched against her tunnel as he shoved it in again. Above, she lifted her head and smiled, and he knew she’d felt it.

“You know…” she sang sweetly. “…the chances of knocking up a woman are greatly increased if she cums with you?”

Cursing her in his head, he smiled outwardly. It would be some kind of miracle if he could last. Even though his mother had made him cum, Heather seemed to be the master of coaxing him right back to the edge, sometimes with just a glance. As he filled her with several inches of dick again, he wondered if this kind of stamina was an innate quality that all Ravers men possessed. In truth, it was just the virtue of being young.

“Like I was gonna cum without making you orgasm first,” He said in labored breaths as he continued fucking her.

“What a gentleman.”

“Sweet Christmas. You’re actually doing it.”

The teens both glanced over, though their lower bodies kept smashing loudly against each other, to see Chastity Kupp, somewhat recovered. Having rolled onto her stomach, she watched with large eyes as Zack’s fat cock disappeared between Heather’s legs, only to re-emerge wetter than when it went in. Her face was equally terrified and curious, part of her never quite believing that the new formed siblings would actually go through with their taboo union. Yet, there it was, right in front of her, Zack’s cock sawing in and out of Heather’s puss, the sight, the sounds, the smell; too real to be denied.

“Chastity, good, you’re up.” Zack greet her. “I need your help.”

“Help?” Chastity was baffled. “How?”

Heather watched him with a suspicious raise of her eyebrow too, as he slid his hand from her ankle, over her strong calves and placed both hands on each of her thighs. Still without a word he pressed her legs back, almost folding the fit cheerleader in half. Good thing she was a cheerleader or she might never have been able to hold the position at all, though, doubled over like that, she wasn’t sure how long she could hold it. Unless…

“Chastity, keep her legs back.”

The blonde swallowed noisily. Watching was okay, she was a voyeur, but participating would make her an accomplice to their ****.

“Go ahead,” Zack encouraged her. “Hold her in that position for me, so I can get in deeper, so I can do this.”

Removing one hand from a leg, he placed it over her mound, just above where his rigid cock was being enveloped by her flesh, and teased her clit with her thumb. Instantly Heather moaned through gritted teeth as a tremor ran through out her body, so strong Zack felt it vibrate along his shaft and against his hands. She looked so sexy, trembling under Zack’s touch that Chastity felt drawn closer. It was so hot she barely noticed herself kneeling behind Heather’s head as she reached out and took the younger girl’s ankles in her hands. With that, Heather was locked in place as Zack fucked her fast and hard.

“Fuuuuuccckk.”

The expletive escaped from her lips as Zack slammed into her, again, his ballsack smacking loudly against her ass. Bringing his knees up on to the bed, one on either side of her smooth, round cheeks, giving him leverage to drive his cock in even deeper yet, right to the doorway to her womb. That he was pushing in, grinding his cock as near to her cervix as he could manage caused a heat wave to crash over her body, aroused to know that he really was doing everything in his power to make sure this one big load really knocked her up.

She swore again, too turned on to say anything else, and threw back her head. This time the bed wasn’t there to cushion her, but instead Chastity’s thighs as the receptionist sat behind the her, her legs tucked underneath her bare ass. She looked up, barely able to see Chastity’s cute face past her massive rack, and saw Chastity’s eyes, big and round like saucers as she watched Zack breed her. If the view was anywhere near as good as it felt, it must look incredible, Heather thought, but when she turned her eyes downwards, all she could was Zack’s hand continually teasing her hardened clit.

“Does it feel good?” He teased her, hoping to drive her closer to climax as he felt his own was near. “You don’t have to answer that. Your twitching insides are being honest enough for the rest of you.”

“You…you bastard.”

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

She howled as he slammed into her while his thumb flicked at her clit. The dueling sensations made her body jolt as her nerves became awash with pleasure, her body bucking so hard it physically expelled the wind from her lungs. Yet this wasn’t even an orgasm. That was yet to come and she could feel it coming, every jolt that shot up her spine stronger than the last, pulsing harder from between her legs every time Zack’s cock was buried so deep it kissed her womb.

“Tell Chastity how good it feels. Let her know what she has to look forward to next.”

It was a risky move. On the one hand, vocalizing her ecstasy was sure to drive the Raven-haired Ravers to new heights of pleasure. However, it was a double edged sword, and hearing the tight, hot girl fighting back a moan as she described to the innocent big titted receptionist exactly how amazing if felt to be dicked down by her own half-brother might send him spiraling out of control too.

“Oh, god…I…I can’t…” Heather rasped between moans. “I can’t…even…”

“Do you want me to give you a break? Let you catch your breath?”

“Noooo,” Heather groaned, thinking of nothing worse right now than to be deprived of his cock when she was so close to the finish line. “F-fine, it…ah, feels….so…uuuuuuh, goooood, so…hot and…aah…thick, and…mmmm…strong, and…hard, and…gods…soo big….I…I love it…it feels ahhh, amazing…I love…how it…uuuuhh…feels….throbbing…right…against…my…mmmm…cervix.”

Chastity listened as Heather spoke words strained with pleasure. Her body tingled, and she felt her own pussy grow wetter as she pictured herself in Heather’s position, legs stretched open as Zack mounted and mated her. She blamed the vibration resonating between her thighs on the orgasm he’d given her just several minutes prior. She wasn’t a virgin, she’d had a few experiences with men, but that was the best orgasm she’d ever had. Then, a naughty thought to the usually simple minded blonde. If he’s that good with his tongue, maybe his cock really is every thing Heather says it is and more.

Everything Heather had said was true. Even though she’d had bigger cocks, her father’s massive tool dwarfing Zack’s in every way, from pure length to a girth that made her lips ache just to gaze upon it, when Zack was being this exacting of his desires, Heather didn’t care about a few extra inches. His purpose was clear. He said he was going to put a baby in her and he clearly intended to follow through as he smashed his pelvis into hers making a clamorous union of their flesh as he dug his cock deep, deep between her gaping pussy lips.

“Fuuuuuccckk.”

She went back to swearing, the word rolling off her tongue without any thought. Her mind was going completely blank now every few seconds until his cock rocked her back to reality. It was a vicious circle, the absolute pleasure flooding her nerves shutting down her brain momentarily until he slammed his cock into again and she awoke to find another wave of pleasure and heat flooding every part of her body. She was tingling all over. Every hair on her legs and arms was standing to attention. And still Zack flicked incessantly at her clit, supercharging her senses until she felt ready to burst.

“Oooooh, fuuuuuck, ZACK, ZACK,” she cried out, startling Chastity. “I’m going to…”

Zack smiled, fully expecting the outburst from the way her walls clenched around his shaft. But behind those smirking lips, his teeth were clenched, battling the pressure bubbling up in his balls.

“Cum?” He grunted. “Do it. Do it so you can get knocked up. Do it so I can fill you up with all this mommy-making juice!”

“Fuuuuuuuuck, yessssssss, make me a muuummmmmmmy,” she screamed to the manor, Zack’s words having tipped her over the edge.

She came hard. Her voice broke, her shriek becoming soundless, and her body bucked, her legs flailing and almost kicking Chastity’s face. Her back arched so high, the blonde was **** to release her lest she actually break in half, and Zack had to grab her thighs to keep her from pulling herself right off his dick. He pulled her down tight on his cock, ramming himself into the hilt in one final stroke.

Having made her cum, Zack let himself go too. The release he’d been holding on rocketed up the length of his hardness, erupting from his tip right at her cervical entrance. While she wildly convulsed on his dick like a woman in the throes of ****, his dick twitched in time with spasming walls, spewing splooge directly into her canal, flooding it and pouring over into her womb. She moaned as she felt it, warm and thick, filling her, settling off another series of shakes and shudders. Her walls clamped down around his shaft rapidly, squeezing even more cum from his heavy balls.

Together they bucked and rutted until they both grew exhausted and their orgasms passed. Dizzy, Zack slid off the bed, onto his feet, pulling his softening cock from her hole. Casting an eye down to Heather, sprayed out with her arms and legs wide, Zack marveled at his work. Her gaping pussy hole glistened in the entrance, soaked her own orgasm, but there was no trace of Zack’s seed. He buried it so deep it couldn’t even leak out of the stretched opening. Being a Ravers was awesome, he thought to himself, before acknowledging that he wasn’t done yet, his gaze slowly travelling from Heather’s puss, to Chastity’s face.

She caught his stare and chuckled nervously. Glancing down at the wreck he’d left of Heather, she said, “Zacky, I mean, Zack, um…you must be pretty tired after that, right? If so, you don’t have to…you can skip me, I don’t mind…I mean, you already gave me a…”

“I said I was going to put a baby in you,” he said, hopping up onto the mattress. “And a Ravers always keeps their promise.”

Heather was too out of it to even hear that remark. She was still trying to stop the room from spinning.

His semi-hard cock hung directly in her eyeline. She could see smatterings of cum staining his flesh where the foreskin threatened to envelop his glans again. Streaks of Heather’s pussy juices still lined his shaft, shimmering in the light from the sun through a nearby window. And, the smell. A cocktail of his salty seed and Heather's heady pussy scent found its way to her nose; musky, stale and yet completely intoxicating. Her feet, tucked beneath her ass, grew damp, her pussy salivating.

“Go ahead and suck on it,” he encouraged her. “It’ll be big and strong and ready to impregnate you in no time.”

Her body buzzed at the mere mention of being impregnated with the young man’s child, the humming of lust in her chest drowning out any further protest. She leaned forward, holding his cock at the base, and fed his manhood into her mouth. With her lips tight around his shaft, she pulled her head backwards, gently stretching softened cock back to its full length. The hot, wet sensation of her mouth engulfing his cock brought back fond memories of the two girls lapping at his member barely half an hour prior and sent the blood rushing back between his legs.

As she slurped and suckled, reinvigorating his dick, Chastity imagined her stomach swelling with child. She was still quite young herself, but her mother had her when she was about her age, so that didn’t seem like a problem. She pictured herself cradling the child in her arms. What would she even called it? She thought of the generations of her family; Temperance, Faith and Chastity. Strong, traditional, Christian names. ‘Faith, hope and love’ came to mind, the greatest of which was love, but ‘Love Kupp’ was a bit on the nose. Hope Kupp sounded like a miracle drink. Temperance and Chastity were virtues. She rattled off the others in her mind, patience, humility, diligence, kindness, charity; none of them worked. Most were just weird, or in the case of Charity Kupp, sounded like a sporting trophy.

Gosh, baby names are so difficult. At least if it’s a boy, I won’t have a problem, she thought, since there was an easy solution there. Simply name it after the father. She looked up at the man who was determined to plant his seed inside her womb, and imagined a little Zack Jr. kicking at her belly.

Zack Sr. was having very different thoughts though, as he watched Chastity’s lips begin to stretch wide around his thickness as his cock continued to grow. What really caught his attention though was Chastity’s heavy tits jiggling every time she slid her mouth back and forth over his shaft. His mind wasn’t filled of images of loving mothers, but rather images of himself sticking his dick between those pillowy funbags. There was no way he could pass up a chance to try them. A Ravers wouldn’t miss the opportunity.

“Very good,” he praised Chastity, and despite herself she beamed. “But now I want to try something else.”

“You want to…” she glanced at Heather, who had barely recovered, with trepidation. The sight was both arousing and terrifying, and the blonde simply couldn’t decide between the emotions.

“In a minute,” Zack chuckled lightly as he followed her gaze. “But, first…” He bent his knees and allowed his firm flesh to fall into the valley between her breasts. “Hold your boobs around my dick.”

The blonde, who managed to look cute even as sweat trickled down her face, brought a hand to both of the squishy globes sitting on her chest. With her tongue poking out the side of her mouth, she furrowed her brow and dutifully focused on the task she’d handed as if it were nothing more than another pile of papers Daniel had asked her to copy. Despite her youth, the weight of her large breasts made them sag slightly, so Chastity lifted them up before she squeezed them together, creating a dark line of cleavage. From the top of that line, the tip of Zack’s cock, slick with seed, Heather’s fluids and newly formed pre-cum, peeked out.

“Like this?” she blinked innocently as she looked up to him for praise.

“Yes, that’s it,” he groaned as he felt the heat of her soft, pliable breasts wrapped around his shaft.

His dick twitched between the globes, smearing pre-cum along her sternum as more blood rushed between his legs. Though he’d only cum several minutes before, the delightful combination of Chastity’s mouth and tits had gotten him fully hard again, more than ready to fuck her tight twat. But he wasn’t going to cut this opportunity short and began lightly bucking his hips, pushing his dick through her cleavage, the helmet swelling as it jutted out from the sea of pillowy tit flesh.

“Fu-cuk, your tits feel so good.” Zack squinted his eyes shut while he pulled back and pushed between her breasts again.

Her whole body absorbed the thrust and he felt her boobs jiggle around his member causing another groan.

“T-thank you.” Chastity blushed.

“I bet you hear that all the time,” Zack growled while he continued to fuck her breasts. “I bet men love to stick their cocks between these puppies.”

“I don’t own a... oh, you mean my…” Chastity’s brain momentarily fritzed, as it apt to do. The red on her cheeks deepened, spreading to her entire face. “Actually…this is…um…my first time…”

“Are you serious?” Zack opened his eyes and looked down to see her nod.

In fact, he could see much more than that, the picture of his cock sandwiched in the middle of her massive rack coupled with her body, bouncing back and forth with the recoil of his hips pumping against her, almost made him cum right at that second. An image that also made it impossible to believe that no other man before him had dreamt of a titfuck from the beautiful, bountiful chested blonde.

Dreamt but never succeeded, though simply because they had never asked. Chastity’s few sexual partners over the course of her young life had often spent a lot of time staring at her breasts or playing with them in her hands as they fucked her, but they’d never dared asked to put their dick between her ‘puppies’, as Zack called them. Perhaps they feared offending the innocent, simple-minded flower, Chastity didn’t know, and, truly, before today, she hadn’t even thought about it.

“What fools,” Zack grunted, the knowledge that he was first making him revel in the sweet softness of her tits all the more.

This is what being a Ravers gets you, he applauded himself. Hesitation had cost those men this glorious feeling, but a Ravers does not hesitate. When a Ravers sets their mind to something, they achieve it. His thrusts between her breasts became triumphant, his moans jubilant as he looked down on those pathetic ex-partners of hers. And into that pit he cast his old self. This was who he was now. A Ravers. And his cock seemed to like that idea, throbbing amidst the heat of her tits.

It liked the idea a little too much, he decided, feeling his nutsack tighten at the same time. As appealing as it might have been to see his cum streaking those massive mounds, he intended to keep his promise of cumming so deep inside her that he’d leave her with child. With every ounce of willpower in his veins, he stepped back, withdrawing his cock from her silky cleavage. Her hands fell away, unveiling the canyon between her mountainous breasts to the light of day again, slick with sweat and pre-cum, her skin shining like an ice rink in the sun.

“Since you’ve been such a good girl, not like that mean old Heather-”

“Who you calling old?” Heather growled, having regained enough strength to roll onto her stomach.

“-I’ll let you decide how I fuck you.”

Chastity gasped. No one had ever asked her how she wanted to have S-E-X before. Most of the men she’d been with seemed to prefer it when she was on top, riding their Woody Harrelsons, just so they could watch her boobies bounce. But that wasn’t her favorite. No, sir-ree. She liked to be on all fours, her head hanging down and her booty in the air. She thought her bottom was just as nice to look at as her chest, though maybe the boys wouldn’t agree. But the reason she loved that position most of all was because it allowed their little mister to penetrate her love canal oh so deeply.

“I want to do it doggie,” she finally said in her delectably cute typical tone.

“Nice choice. Go ahead and get into position then.”

Without a word of defiance, Chastity rose onto her knees and turned, presenting her creamy, wide rump to Zack. As he watched pivot her back to him, he lowered a hand to his cock and stroked himself again, gently massaging his precum and Chastity’s saliva into his cockflesh. Only now that it was right in front of his eyes did Zack truly appreciate what a magnificent ass it was. Her hefty bosom so easily drew the gaze that it was easy to overlook the round, toned behind that topped off two slender legs. Between those firm cheeks her puckered asshole stared back, so tight and inviting, almost beckoning to slip a finger back in. That would have to wait he decided, dropping his eyes to the gaping, pink clam beneath.

“Good, good. I just need to make one adjustment.”

Before Chastity could even squeak out a question, Zack grabbed the girl and lifted her, relocating her to the carpet, in front of Heather’s floor length mirror. The honey blonde took one look at her flushed expression, her eyes glazed, **** on lust, her tongue resting on her bottom lip almost panting like she was an actual dog, and felt her breath catch in her chest. Holey Moley, she thought, taking in her face several times over, I look like a total floozy.

“I want to see your face while we fuck. I want you to see your face while I breed you.”

She felt a shiver along her spine at his confident words, and felt another when the tip of his cock brushed against her lips. He shuffled in close behind her, kneeling between her perfectly spaced legs, her knees parallel to her hips. As the head of his dick split her labia, her pussy drooled over his member, belying her desire. Encouraged, he pressed against her more firmly using his hips to push hard against her opening. Though she whimpered, her slick and slippery insides welcomed him eagerly.

His hands moved to her hips as he began to push in and out of her, quickly developing a rhythm. It took several thrusts, sawing back and forth, to bury his full tool inside her tiny box, her gasping and moaning growing louder with every push, until finally she swore in her peculiarly unique fashion.

“King Louis the Sixteenth, that’s big.”

“But you love it, don’t you?”

“I…”

“Look at your face, and tell me you don’t love this cock inside you.”

Obediently she stared at herself, at her pupils as they dilated every time Zack pushed inside, right to the hilt, and at her mouth, widening as she unconsciously cried out her pleasure in grunts and groans. It was the face of a woman delirious with sexual delight. Zack was right. Even if her brain was having trouble processing the sensations, her body was reacting honestly, telling of her joy in being fucked by such a large cock. Relaxing, she let her body do the talking, since it was so truthful, her hips pushing back against his invading member of their own accord.

SWACK

Pain stung her cheek, the skin tanned red following the swat of Zack’s hand. He wanted her to answer him, wanted to know that he could make her say it. She understood implicitly, without another order.

“I love your penis. I love how it fills me, I love how it makes me look like such a prurient woman.”

Content, Zack continued fucking her, driving his long dick into her tunnel, reshaping her insides as the folds of her pussy stretched to accommodate his length and girth. Unlike Heather, Chastity didn’t have the elder Ravers to compare him to, so this was definitely the biggest cock she had ever taken in her lifetime so far. While he bucked against her behind, he felt a warmth slither up behind his back. Turning his head only slightly and looking to the side, he saw Heather, revived but still rather drained.

Two hot breasts squashed flat against his back as she leaned into him, kneeling between his calves. Her heavy breathing tickled the back of his neck, and then the lower lob of his ear as he felt himself being sandwiched between the two girls. Heather ground her body in time with her thrusts, letting him feel the heat radiating from her pussy on his ass, while whispering directly in his ear.

“And how can I help?”

Zack was getting better at listening to his uninhibited thoughts. He barely hesitated before giving his order.

“Do a handstand.”

“Excuse me?”

“Do a handstand,” he repeated, looking away from her and focusing wholly on the gorgeous woman on all fours in front of him.

“You’re not being serious though, right?” she clarified, momentarily moving away from his back.

Though he missed the warmth of her full breasts pressed against his back, teasing her was more fun.

“But I am serious,” he told her without looking in grunts as he felt Chastity’s silky pussy clench around his shaft.

“That’s kind of silly. I was thinking of something more fun, like what Chastity did for me,” Heather purred, bringing her mouth close to Zack’s ear again. “Like maybe I could hold her cheeks apart so you can get a real good view of your cock sliding inside.”

“But this is what I want. I want you to go over by that wall and do a handstand and make sure all of that potent baby juice I shot deep inside you, right into your womb, stays there.”

An erotic shiver made Heather shudder. The very idea that Zack was thinking of how to make sure she absolutely got knocked up aroused her to no end. She pulled away from him again, this time out of contemplative thought, and looked to the clear wall next to the floor length mirror.

“You know, I read in a magazine at the clinic, that gravity doesn’t affect fertility at all.”

“But it’ll turn you on, won’t it?” he said shrewdly. “Even if it’s superficial, taking the steps to ensure that your half-brother’s seed implants you with your father’s genes will turn you on, won’t it?”

She felt like growling, equally annoyed and impressed at how well Zack was able to intuit how she was feeling. And it was true that she could feel his cum beginning to seep from her lower lips, having finally made its way back to her entrance from deep within. She didn’t want it to leak out. She wanted to do whatever she could, no matter how incidental, to stop that. Without uttering another word, she rose to her feet and softly walked over to the wall.

In any normal circumstance a simple handstand would have been an easy task for the head cheerleader. And she took up the pose beautifully, extending her hands and gracefully cartwheeling into an upright position, her legs together and feet pointed directly at the ceiling. But her muscles were still weak from her orgasm, the climax of her sex with Zack having drained her of much of her strength. She gritted her teeth as, just a few seconds after taking up the pose, she felt a gentle ache spread through her arms and shoulders. She lifted her head, her long dark hair cascading down to meet the floor beneath her, looking to see if he was satisfied.

“Oh, I nearly forgot,” he said, confident but breathless as he drove his cock repeatedly into Chastity’s tight hole. “I want you to hold it until I cum again.”

“What?” Heather replied with such **** it almost unbalanced her.

Zack didn’t repeat himself though, assured that Heather had heard him well enough the first time. He allowed himself a smile though as he took a side glance towards the nude upside down figure of Robert’s legitimate daughter and noticed, besides the fact that gravity made her wear her large breasts like a scarf, a tremor in her arms. He wondered if she’d be able to last until he did. It was possible. Even though she was already showing signs of faltering, Zack wasn’t holding back on Chastity.

Her pussy walls gripped around his cock as a mini-contraction gripped her, a pre-orgasm orgasm, and he turned his attention back to the spectacular figure poised before him. Her long honey curls fell over her face, baring her smooth shoulders and her slender curves that spread obscenely at her hips to form the wide, creamy rump Zack was currently thrusting himself against. His pelvis crashed against her cheeks, sweat and pussy juice creating a squishy, wet smack every time their bodies made contact. She was still pushing back against him, craving that deep connection, but he could feel her strength leaving her too as pleasure overrode her nervous system, able to do little more than take the fucking Zack delivered.

Even upside down, where it looked like Zack was the one standing on his head, plowing Chastity as she crawled along the roof, Heather had to admit that they looked incredibly hot together. From her vantage she had a view that even Zack didn’t; of Chastity's luscious, heavy tits swinging rapidly along with her body. And of Zack’s sizable dick, it was her pleasure alone watch every inch of that sweet dick slide inside Chastity’s folds. Along with the tightness forming in her muscles from the constant strain and the dizziness that infected her mind as blood pooled in her head, she felt a distracting, itchy heat permeate from between her legs.

With a firm grip on the blonde’s slim waist, Zack pushed himself up on to his feet, now truly mounting Chastity like a dog. Immediately she curved her body, falling onto her elbows to raise her ass higher to meet Zack’s thrusts. His cock was driving almost straight down into her wanting hole. He looked to the mirror and saw her looking back at him, her eyes glancing at his pleasure before returning to her own lustful expression, amazed that she could even make such a face, or that her body could even bend to take a cock such as it was.

“Gracious, that’s deep!” she cried out.

Heather could only hope that meant that the heavenly proportioned blonde was about to cum, and if she climaxed, Zack was sure to ejaculate soon after too, especially if he really intended to knock her up too. She hoped that Zack’s mounting of Chastity’s ass meant the same. The pain in her arms and shoulders was truly beginning to sear now, and worse gravity really wasn’t doing its job. As her inner walls slowly contacted to its normal tightness, her pussy squeezed out a few drops of Zack’s seed. A sticky white liquid that then slid down, over her mound, along her stomach, narrowly missing her naval and sliding between her breasts. Heather could feel it, streaking along her body, marking her.

“What would Lisa say if she could see you now?” Heather taunted him in a growl, hoping to push him to the edge sooner rather than later.

“She’d call me a bastard,” he said coolly. Because that’s what he was in his own mind. Born out of wedlock, the illegitimate child of Robert Ravers and the unintended offspring of a woman cheating on her husband. What word was there for that kind of person other than ‘bastard’.

The trueborn heir of Robert Ravers might have been concerned about Zack’s self-label but she was far too worried about the rapidly fading strength in her arms and the cum dripping down her body as it leaked from her between her labia. Since she couldn’t goad Zack into cumming, she turned her attention to the thick blonde on the end of his cock.

“How does it feel, Chas? As good as I said?”

There was a moment of silence where only the smacks of Zack’s slick thighs meeting Chastity’s meaty ass could be heard. Then, with a ragged breath, the blonde answered, “…yes.”

“Does it feel hot?”

“Oh, mother of mercy, yes, it feels so hot.”

“And thick?”

“Goodness, yes, it’s stretching me like nothing I’ve ever felt before.”

She should try daddy, Heather thought as she pushed past the pain and continued.

“How about strong?”

“Sooo strong.”

“Hard?”

“It’s like someone is stuffing a hot piece of iron up my hoohah.”

“What about big? Does it feel big?”

“Yes, oh, yes, you know it does.”

“And don’t you just love how it feels deep inside pressing right against your cervix?”

“Aaah, ah, it felt…sore…at first…but now,” she bowed her head and moaned, struggling to gather the strength to speak as the waves of pleasure came harder and faster over her. “…now…now it feels so amazing…it’s amazing.”

“Does it just make you want to cum?”

“Oh, mercy, yes, I can feel it, I feel like…I’m going to wet myself.”

“Just let yourself go. Give yourself over to his cock and cum. Yes, that’s it,” Heather chanted, her hypnotic tone drawing the blonde receptionist deeper into her pleasure. She could see the woman’s body flush and quiver as her breathing deepened, and she knew that her orgasm was close. “Show him just how much you love his dick. Cum for him.”

“FFFFFUUUUUUUUDGESTICICLE!”

Throwing her head back, she screamed out the nonsense word to the mirror as she felt her insides wash Zack’s penis with her juices. Folded as she was to push her ass up to take his cock, she still felt every muscle in her body spasm, trying to jerk her out of her position. Zack weight bearing down on top of her kept her pinned as the sense of pure ecstasy purged her body of any aches and pains, of any cares and troubles, making her even more mindless than she usually was, little more than a drooling, quivering sack of flesh, clamping down around his cock.

Despite cumming inside Heather naught forty minutes earlier, Zack’s rock hard cock was brought to bear by Chastity’s tight walls. Her beautiful curves and the lewd way she presented her ass to him made her difficult to deny, and Zack was sure that greater men than him would try and fail just as he did. Accepting his fate, and imagining her belly swelling along with Heather’s, sisters in motherhood, he thrust down into her pussy one last time with a tremendous clap, and buried his dick deep inside her, seconds before he came.

“Sticky…so sticky…and hot…” Chastity mumbled as she felt him spew off his seed into the furthest reaches of her tunnel, picturing his swimmers flying up through the canal to her womb.

Her insides squeezed around his cock several times, drawing out even more of his seed, before her orgasm began to subside. Before withdrawing, he pumped himself inside her a few extra times to expel the last dregs of his cum until his member finally went soft. Watching his flaccid length flop out of Chastity’s hole, Heather sighed with relief, allowing her arms to give way as she rolled onto carpet. Since Zack’s cock wasn’t there to prop her up either, Chastity slumped to the floor too and rolled over onto her back beside the dark haired girl.

So, it’s this easy, Zack thought. He always wondered how some men managed to go from girl to girl, while he couldn’t even get his mind off one. For years he’d pined after Victoria, pretending to himself that being devoted and cautious made him noble, but in truth it had gotten him nowhere. It was only by becoming a Ravers that he was able to get what he wanted, though Victoria was no longer it.

Maybe it wasn’t as easy as this though. He’d made his move, already knowing that Heather wanted his cock, and his sultry half-sister had played a role in convincing Chastity. It had been a good first test of what being a Ravers could do for him, and he’d proved something to himself as well. If Ravers were good at fucking, then maybe he was worthy to be one after all. But it was only a start. What he needed was a bigger challenge, something to really test his skill, and the power of the blood.

“I’m going to see Lisa.”

With that, he left them, naked and breathless, on their backs, a pool of cum leaking from both.