Without Hesitation

Karl rolled his head, feeling his body trembling with energy and tension. His thoughts kept lingering back to that dream, the intense one he woke from covered in his own jizz. Cock, hard and aching to go again.

Now he was being tugged on by the very woman he had fantasized about fucking. Having her seductive words pulling on his desire as he watched her daughter get fucked before him like some shy amateur pornstar.

He had no will to resist. Not inclination to even question it.

Just a desire to have an experience so wild, he’d forever be accused of making it up.

As the pants released their restraint on his cock, and the hand stroking him moaned in relief, shimmying his boxers, and pants down enough to fully expose, and free his cock to be pleasured. To be seen and flaunted to her slowly less sheepishly looking daughter being fucked before him.

“Mmm… That’s a good boy.” Lydia purred. Pushing and pulling on his cock from behind, feeling it grow wet with precum smeared by her hand. He was ready. She could sense it.

He was ready to fuck them both. And seeing how Mary’s eyes kept drifting back to them, she wasn’t far behind.

Lydia felt strangely on edge, a deep power filling her, and drawing her into a void hungry to move things forward, to see thing fulfilled for the influence she could sense over them all. She could sense it influence them, manipulating her, using her as its rightly acquired tool. Making her gush with enthused pleasure as she worked smoothly like the finer crafted tool it had shaped her into.

Mary trembled in pleasure, the deep hard pounding of Mark’s cock, its **** pushing and pulling on her small breasts as they lagged in response to the fucking. Mary considered that she'd have to do porn to get fucked like this again. The idea of being the subject of such want, desire, and use just seeking her own pleasure taking firmer hold on her psyche.

Admitting in her thoughts she likely wouldn’t resist Karl’s black cock pressing between her lips as her mouth tried to flex shut between pants of pleasure. Trying to resist the temptation to just ask to feel what it would be like to fuck two men.

“Do you want to fuck her?” Lydia seductively interrogated, the tone of her voice, the rashness of the question provoking an uncontrolled squeak of excitement from Mary. As her mother simply enjoyed the eager nod from Karl as his hips began to thrust in sync with her hand. Lydia regretted how the Idol had left her free to halt the dream last night.

Now she wondered what would have transpired had she left her daughter be baptized in the twins corrupt seed. Then fucked by them both as she watched her mother properly taint Mark’s cock. How much more malleable would they all be had the dream been left to keep going? Would any of them awoken before being fully craven, carnal beast?

But she had started to amend her halting the corrupt dreams. Lydia managed to physically taint Mark just this morning.

Lydia grew wet thinking about all the sluts he was yet to fuck with his tainted cock. She could see herself holding Mary just like Karl, playing with her daughter’s pussy as he fucked another woman. Whispering in Mary's ear about how she was going to eat his spunk from that pussy while he fucked her mom next.

Maybe Stella, she was there in the dreams. She likely could use a good fuck.

“Do you want to fuck me?” Lydia asked Karl next enjoying the groaned response.

“Oh…. Fuck yeah…” Karl grunted clenching his eyes shut and tilting his head skyward.

“I dreamed about your pussy, gripping my cock… So firm… So tight… So… right.” Karl felt the pressure in his cock head, ready, eager to burst. Yet somehow impeded.

“Do you want to use me for you own pleasure?” Karl’s thrusting picked up, he squirmed in Lydia’s embrace and bit his tongue as he eagerly nodded, wanting little more than Lydia on her knees mouthing his cock this instant.

“For me to use you, then let you loose to fuck other cunts, with a cock still wet with my pussy?” Now Karl was stuck thinking, of fucking Lydia like a bitch in heat before her daughter, finishing inside her before taking his own turn with trying to knock Mary up.

“Daniela’s face.” Lydia remarked, sensing the Idol replaying for Karl his actions within its realm the night before. She could feel him trying to cum, remembering how much he enjoyed the Hispanic girl eating up his tarry cum.

“Mei’s back.” Karl’s breathing grew heavier, thinking about how he then jerked off on the girl his brother had been fucking, chatting in delight as she then eagerly slurped and compared both their cocks.

The miasma of the Idol’s growing power and influence thickened in the air around the apartments occupants. The bounds of reality limiting its influence weakening as the building occupants actions, thoughts, and desires beckoned for its greater reach, and influence.

As Mary was fucked with abandon, so lost in carnal delight she couldn’t even considering stopping. Mary half wished Abe was here, eager by the idea to make real that moment from her dream last night where she was stroking both the twins cocks, bouncing atop Mark’s shaft.

Mark meanwhile wanted nothing more than to seed his girlfriend, and have her watch her mother clean his cock. He was eager to feel Lydia’s lips, her tongue upon his cock once more. He wondered if her pussy would feel as great as Mary's.

He had a growing idea of what he was going to do next, embracing the dream Mark now felt he failed to truly enjoy the night before.

Karl was fully reminded of the promising dream he too had last night, regretting now only having woken from it so suddenly. He eagerly hung on ever word uttered by Lydia’s tongue. Eager for the next lewd idea, suggestion, command.