“I love the taste of your cum.” She said as her tongue found the last drops from my still leaking prick. “Now let’s get dressed and go upstairs before Mom starts looking for us.” Things had changed a lot around the petite house. It was summer and the air conditioner was broken so we wore as little clothing as possible. Jill would wear a short light skirt, sometimes with panties, sometimes not or short shorts and a tube top or light blouse. Mom wore shorts and a t shirt. I just wore my knockaround shorts and no shirt. Mom was also coming down stairs more, wanting to play video games or watch moves with us so our chances to fuck were limited. Hardcore When we did manage to get together, we fucked like crazy. Jill was turning into a real slut, drinking my pee and her own, eating cum and fucking and sucking in every position possible. I loved watching her spread her pussy lips and seeing her pee stream out of her teen pee hole, sometimes on me. We always showered together afterwards. I had persuaded my sister to shave off her pubic hair so now I had complete skinny access to a bald pussy, at least for the summer. The Demon Child Bryan Cranberg didn’t feel my eyes as I watched them take him to the back room. He was a man of eccentric tastes, something I do appreciate, ravenously so. It was these eccentric tastes that brought him to this drug infested area to a brothel that promised a truly…otherworldly experience. Naturally, when Bryan was told that there were rumors that people had sex with demons there he was interested. Not for the true demonological purpose of it—he didn’t believe in such nonsense. But as a man who enjoyed many kinks, he looked forward to what he believed would be more of a roleplay experience than a mystical one. I could taste his sexual energy, like a strong odor that sits heavy in the air, promising a taste but only giving the ghost of it. I could feel his erection, looking at the woman in the center of the room. She sat in the center of a pentagram, a sheer black thong and lace bralette the only cloth covering her skin. As the candles at the point of each star were lit, the chanting began, sending her back in a curving arc that left only the tips of her feet touching the floor. Bryan was impressed with the theatrics, appreciating the cameltoe created by her straining muscles, her pelvis pushed out toward his face. Then her eyes rolled into her head and she dropped, slamming to the floor as the last word finished in the air. I opened Daddy my eyes then, gazing at the white drop ceiling above us, the metal holding the stained tiles brown and black from years of smoke—drug and candles alike. Indeed, as I sat up and gazed into Bryan’s eyes, I could see the red veins of a man who had recently shared half a joint with his friend prior, to help relax him for the experience. I smiled, a slow, lazy smile as I took him in. Perhaps he would think this was just a bad trip. He slowly entered the pentagram, pausing at the last line chalked in the ground. I am sorry for the confusion they never really accessed them completely, more a way to Daddy fool them with a type of mental warfare. And... "We...are going to do this more than once, right Mr. John? When he read the part about the private detective finding a camera recording a petite reflection in one of the jitney windshields of Samuel Andrews switching the case Bill had left at the jitney pickup point and a cashier’s check for 900,000 he had to smile. She pulls my pants down and slides her fingers under the hem of my boxers. Embla put on her snotty upper class English accent. All too soon we are unloading. Rose knew too; showing off with a little wiggle of her hips skinny how the short little skirt twirled. “I know,” she said, her voice quivering. Was she alright? Then Hardcore our waitress came with menus. She went to the front room of the house. “She's good,” Jen said, breaking away to embrace her girlfriend and give her a kiss. Fuck ! Fuck ! Fuck ! Amy thought to herself, as she realized that with the clear quality teen of the video, there was no way she could deny to anyone that the women on her screen getting fucked, was her. I wanted to fuck her so bad at this point. Especially with her heavy enormous tits and shaved pussy. I had Daddy's seed in my pussy and ass, and the taste of him still lingered in my mouth. You are not to engage in no way, unless you are attack." And when a dick appreciates the way I look enough to get hard, I take it as a compliment. Carissa nodded her acquiescence then reached up to wrap her wrists in the chains hanging above her head.