The Lecher's Girl

"Okay kids, you all are running late for the bus," Elizabeth said, coaxing her and Walt's children to get up from the breakfast table. Ellen, Elsa, Erin, Walt Jr., and Wallace. Jesus, he'd made her into a broodmare, she thought. And her belly distended once again, it wasn't over yet.

Mira looks hotter and more effeminate than ever. But as always, it was a mirage. Her cock had shrunk down to a tiny dinky. Walt looked over at it, smirking he disrobed, his large, old cock hanging down heavy between his thighs.

"Go ahead and make her cum, darling," he instructed her. Elizabeth paused, then nodded. She didn't touch Mira's cock, instead sucking two fingers and sliding them into Mira's ass. Mira inhaled sharply. Elizabeth worked her fingers against the button in there, taunting and then prodding her prostate until her chastity caged cock gave up a slender spiderweb of impotent cum. Mira whimpered. She'd only been let out of chastity to be cleaned, in all these years. At this point, she'd rather just have a pussy.

Walt made Mira eat his ass while he fucked his wife. He took her sidesaddle, her cunt covered in a thick layer of brown hair. His hand tugged at her hair, tweaking her clit as he slammed his meaty cock inside her.

"Oh Daddy," Elizabeth whimpered. "Fuck me Daddy."

"Yeah, I'll fuck you bitch. You're Walt's girl. Forever." She shivered, but her pussy came nonetheless.