Stacy

Stacy quietly exited her bedroom, her eyes fixed on her parents' window. Everything was quiet, they were certainly asleep. No wonder after the groaning and moaning she heard during a good part of the evening. God I wonder what’s happening to mom, she thought; she’s starting to be like aunt Amanda, which isn’t a bad thing.

Stacy didn’t think about the out of character change with Helen, she had a more urgent task at hand. She hadn’t forgotten her missed encounter with Zoltan a few days ago and she hoped this time she’d have him all for herself. The thought of his huge cock was enough to make her tight pussy wet.

The joy she felt when she saw Zoltan on the beach was short-lived. Despite the darkness, she could someone else, a woman was at his feet, masturbating him.

"Damn it, I’m too late," she said to herself, wondering who the woman was. She was too far away to hear them and couldn’t see her face.

Maybe it’s Amanda, she thought, seeing the busty woman tit-fucking Zoltan's massive pole. She pondered if she should join her, wanting to recreate yesterday’s threesome, and doing more. But she stayed under the palm trees, still too shy to barge into the couple. She put two fingers inside her warm cunt while her other hand began to massage an exposed breast. She envied the woman’s large chest, she was able to massage Zoltan’s length without trouble. Maybe I should get a boobjob, she thought.

***

“Damn, you’re really built to take it," Zoltan assessed, his large hands on Helen’s head. "Behind this prim and proper act, you’re just a whore, and a depraved one."

Helen tried to remove Zoltan’s cock from her mouth to refute his words but Zoltan’s hands forbade her from doing so. Instead, he began to push her head toward his crotch, her muffled groans ending in a gurgling sound as she felt more of his thick 12 inch rod in her throat.

"You’re not allowed to talk until you made me cum like a good slut," he groaned darkly, burying inch after inch in her throat. She braced her hands against his thighs but did not pull away. It seemed impossible for the inexperienced woman but her gag reflex began to falter, allowing her to deep-throat Zoltan’s cock. Unknown to her, the tattoo on her back was responsible for her new ability, the demonic tramp stamp pulsing with a reddish glow as it began to expand on her back, new lines of dark ink extended from it. The cursed tattoo’s expansion was matching Helen’s growing depravity as she moaned with pleasure around Zoltan’s shaft until she managed to swallow all of it, her tongue teasing the base like an experienced porn-star. She had enjoyed immensely the domination of her husband, but being manhandled by Zoltan was another incredible experience for her, spit pouring out of her mouth and falling onto the heaving mounds of her huge tits. She started bobbing her head back and forth, her lips wrapped tight around the engorged flesh of his prick.

It finally pushed Zoltan over the edge, with a loud groan, he pushed her face into his belly, obscuring her view as he began to blast huge ropes of thick fluid down her throat.

His human disguise briefly reverted, his skin taking a crimson hue, claws growing from his hands and feet while a pair of large horns burst from his bald head. Extracting his spewing cock from Helen’s mouth, he blasted her face with several plumes of semen. Eyes closed, Helen made cooing, satisfied noises as she massaged her bare breasts while rope after hot rope of cum ended on her face, her lips, her tongue, into her mouth, and all over both her tits.

Oh my fucking god, she marvelled. He fucking plastered my face and my tits and he’s still pumping cum all over me! Kent’s loads are nothing compared to this! And the taste!

She slurped the spurting cockhead into her mouth and started to drink the thick cream spewing from the tip. Her mouth, face, and tits were a cum-covered mess, and her thong was absolutely soaked, as well as her inner thighs. The feeling of those warm, gooey wads of cum sliding down her throat and into her stomach made her body tremble with a forbidden heat. She craned forward, stretching her lips out obscenely around his cock-knob and sucking wetly at it like a baby with a pacifier. Zoltan finished reverting to his human form just when Helen opened her eyes. She looked up at him like the cat who’d caught the canary, showing a mischievous smile for as she licked and sucked the last drops of cum from his pisshole and swallowed them eagerly, before reaching up to the ropes of creamy wad on her cheeks and lips and pushing them into her mouth to swallow them too.

"Just remember, " she said. "You don’t come near my daughter, I’ll handle you myself."

"As you wish," Zoltan answered. Eventually you’ll be the one pushing your daughter toward my cock, he thought as he moved away. He smiled when he saw a barely noticeable shadow near a palm tree, he knew Stacy had seen everything.

"I can’t believe it! What a hypocrite !" Stacy muttered as she closed the door of her bedroom. She was still shaking, partly because of her finger-induced orgasm, partly because she had just seen her mother deep-throating the Varkos' chauffeur. She almost got caught when Helen returned to the beach house, Stacy refraining a surprised scream when she realised it wasn’t Amanda.

She felt rage and dismay, mixed with something else. A tingling between her legs. Seeing her mother kneeling and submitting to the huge man, it was so…

She paused when she saw something sticking out of her bag. She hadn’t touched her bag since she came back from the Varko’s house and she was surprised to see a small package in it. A small note was attached to it.

"A little gift for you, use it wisely and don’t forget to have fun! Sofia. "

Opening the package, Stacy gasped when she saw its content, a large red dildo which reminded her of the stranger's cock at the strip club, a butt-plug adorned with a pentagram at its base and a USB key. "What the fuck," she said, wondering while Sofia gave her these. It was highly inappropriate but she must admit the sex toys were more than appealing. She’d never thought of using a butt plug but recently she’d been tempted by anal sex, having seen these acts on Arman’s book or on the internet.

The USB key was a bigger shock for her, she gasped when she saw its content. Her laptop’s screen was displaying the lewd show of her mother on her hands and knees, being fucked by a biker like a common whore in a back alley. A battle was raging inside her mind, anger against her supposed prude mother, lust at seeing another depraved show and envy as she saw her mother having so much pleasure. Clearly she was incredibly skilled with a cock, fucking or deep-throating them with ease. Eventually, lust won the battle and she spent several hours pleasuring herself while watching the video on a loop, finally falling asleep for a short night filled with erotic dreams where her mother showed her how to deep-throat Zoltan.