Becca XXX - Hard Time Ch. 16

His manhood was inches from our faces and just the right height to suck, but we started slow. Sasha got there first and grabbed his hard shaft with her tiny hand. I cupped his balls while she pulled his foreskin all the way back and squeezed his dick at the base. As she stroked it back up, a bead of pre-cum was milked out onto his glans like a pearl and formed a meniscus on top of his urethral opening.

"Mmmm, it looks like someone's got all excited," I swooned. "You're leaking as much as we are."

The urge within me to taste his cum was overwhelming. I could practically smell the testosterone dribbling out of him. I had to eat it like a drug addict needed a fix. Bobbing my head forwards quickly, I stuck my tongue out and lapped it up from his tip before Sasha beat me to it.

Flick - lick - swallow.

It was sweet and salty all rolled into one and my taste buds tingled as much as my clit. The first tremors of a climax were rapidly building inside me as I stroked his balls and Sasha wanked him off.

"Oh fuck, that feels good," he murmured. "Look at you two earning your reward."

"Oh... ugh... fuck our young cunts with your fingers, daddy. Make us cum for you."

"Hold his cock for me, Sasha. Feed it into my mouth and jerk him off while I suck it," I moaned.

I pushed forwards as Sasha held her father's throbbing member, pointing it towards me. Opening my mouth just wide enough, I wrapped my lips over his helmet and sucked him in. He groaned with pleasure and thrust forwards to encourage me to take more of it. He felt hot and hard and certainly enjoyed my tongue swirling around his glans as I took it deeper.

"She's such a little deepthroat whore," tittered Sasha. "I don't know how she takes it so deep without gagging. Look at her swallowing that thing up."

She worked his foreskin back and forth as I sucked her father off for all I was worth. I may have been here to kill this guy, but that didn't mean that I couldn't enjoy myself first.

Slurp - lick - suck - jerk.

We double teamed him for a few seconds before I withdrew, spitting my throat juice all over Sasha's hand. She worked it in like lube, giving her hand a twist at the top and bottom of each stroke like a cork screw.

"Your turn," I said to her. "Suck his cock while I suck his balls."

We kissed each other, slurping my spit between us to put on a show. She didn't need any further encouragement; she just popped her father's dick into her mouth and started to bob her head back and forth like a nodding donkey. Sloppy noises filled the room and I saw Sasha start to squirm as she approached her first orgasm at her husband's hand.

Mine was starting to simmer too. The guy may have been a terrorist, but he knew his way around a pussy. His pace and pressure were perfect and the stimulation of my clit made me moan.

Slip - slide - rub- glide.

Suck- lick - nibble.

The smell of sex emanated from between our legs as I sucked his heavy balls into my mouth one by one. Sasha drooled and dribbled her saliva down Charles' shaft and I lapped it up like a suckling pig.

We shared his cock for several minutes, swirling our tongues over it and jerking him off together. He looked down at us with lust in his eyes enjoying his cock being serviced by his daughter and her slutty friend.

"Mmmm, he tastes so good."

"That's it, lick his glans."

"You like that, don't you, daddy."

Suck - suck - lick - kiss.

Occasionally our lips clashed as we swapped over and we'd work his shaft up and down while we made out with each other. This guy would never have had a wedding night like this before, especially with his own offspring.

"Shit... slow down girls. You're going to make me spunk before I've even fucked you," he panted. "Just lick the shaft like a lollipop, tease it while I get you off."

"Why don't I eat Becca's pussy while you eat mine, daddy? It will give you a chance to calm down," Sasha suggested. "I know you love eating me out."

"That's a great idea. I remember why I married you now," he laughed. "Roll over onto all fours so I can lick your asshole at the same time."

"Oooh I like that idea," I cooed. "Get your face between my legs, Sasha. Suck my meaty cunt, you little slag."

I shuffled up the bed and Sasha got onto all fours. Her back arched and her ass stuck up in the air like a lioness in heat. Charles got onto all fours behind her and pushed his face into her booty crack.

Once we were in position, the pussy eating began. Sasha squirmed and twerked her ass as her father buried his face into her crack. With two holes so close together I didn't know which one he was licking, but his daughter's response was immediate.

"Oh fuck, daddy. You always know how I like it. Tongue-fuck my starfish... oh... fuck... ugh."

"Mmmmpppfff... slurp... so tangy... so juicy," Charles slurped.

Not wanting to be left out, I grabbed the back of Sasha's head and pulled her face into my yearning snatch. She got the message straight away, sucking my long dark labia into her mouth and groaning loudly.

My belly began to flutter uncontrollably as my climax started to emerge like a blossoming flower. I threw my head back and stared up at the picture of Sasha's mother, feeling my pleasure increasing with every passing second.

I could have sworn that the expression on Sasha's mother's face had changed. She looked intrigued but disgusted at the sight before her. Seeing incest take place in her marital bed would have made her turn in her grave, but Charles wasn't letting up.

He licked from back to front over and over, while flicking her clit with his fingers. She was about to cum without a doubt and I wasn't far behind her. I closed my eyes, grinding my vulva into her face and playing with my tits with my free hand. I tweaked my nipples and encouraged them both with dirty talk to get us both off at the same time.

"Eat that cunt, you horny bride," I panted. "Make me fucking squirt."

Lick - suck - flick - slurp.

"Yes... oh... ugh... lick my naughty pussy, daddy. I love it... fuck," she squealed.

The energy in the room was like electricity emanating from deep within us. It was like a white-hot light filling the room and bouncing off the walls.

"Make your whore of a wife cum in your face, Mr Hamilton. Eat that pussy," I cried.

Suck - lick - flick - slurp

"Yes... right there... don't stop... I'm going to cum daddy."

"Keep going Sasha... lick it... suck my clit... oh fuck... oh FUCK... OH FUCK... I'M CUMMING." I screamed.

My climax made me convulse, wrapping my legs around Sasha's neck and holding her in place. I writhed and wriggled, feeling the immense pressure release from my belly.

Sssqqquuuuirrrtt.

My first contraction sprayed out like a garden sprinkler, soaking Sasha's face and hair and making her splutter.

The taste of my ejaculate and the satisfaction of making another woman cum was too much for her and her orgasm followed mine like a domino effect.

"YYYESSSSSSSS... OH DADDY... YYYESSSSSS," she shouted at the top of her lungs.

Charles held onto her writhing body by her ass cheeks and sucked and licked for all he was worth to make his new wife cum. His nose was pushed into her anus and his tongue lashed at her clit and puffy labia.

"Mmmmmppfff... so good... cum for me sweetie... make daddy's face all creamy," he slurped.

We must have looked like some strange fleshy caterpillar wiggling on the bed with me as the head and Charles as the tail. The energy bounced off of the ceiling and the walls and seemed to suck back into our bodies only to be released again with our next orgasmic contraction.

My vision blurred and I could have sworn that Sasha's mother was now scowling at her ex-husband as though she was heart-broken by what she was witnessing.

Suck - slurp - rub - glide.

Slurp - lick - nuzzle - kiss.

The cycle repeated itself over and over until I couldn't take any more and I released Sasha's head from between my thighs and kicked her off of me by her shoulders.

She was a spent as I was and rolled sideways to escape her father's amorous attention. As much as we loved cumming, there was only so much stimulation a pussy can take before it becomes unbearable.

We lay on our backs panting hard with Charles beaming down at us. He was grinning from ear to ear with his raging hard-on in his hand.

"It's daddy's turn... Munchkin," he grinned. "It's time to make this marriage legal."

"Yes... oh fuck yes... give me your cock... fuck this little whore," she gasped. "Make me your wife properly."

"I'll help you," I panted, trying to get my composure and breath back. "I want to be a part of this."

With Sasha on her back, I pushed her legs apart, bending them at the knee. She was ready to receive her father's dick and she gazed up lovingly at him. Her performance so far was Oscar-worthy, but she needed to keep it going for a little while longer.

Charles started to move in to lay on top of her, but I stopped him in his tracks.

"Wait," I said. "Stay on your knees and slide her legs over your thighs. It will give you more control over her and deeper penetration. She'll fucking love it."

"Really?" he said, sounding intrigued.

"Trust me," I winked. "Plus, you get to gaze down on her beautiful face while she cums again."

"I don't care, just fuck me, daddy," Sasha squirmed, still coming down from her first climax. "I want your meat inside me."

Charles shuffled forwards on his knees and I moved in behind him on his left-hand side. I was practically leaning over his shoulder and guiding him into position.

"Look at her," I whispered in his ear. "That's your wife, your daughter, your sexy little fuck doll. Give her what she deserves."

"Oh god, you have such a way with words," he gasped. "Guide my cock into her."

"It'll be my pleasure. Spread that sexy little cunt open for your daddy's cock," I hissed at Sasha. "Clench your pussy muscles and make it extra tight for him."

She reached down and prized her glistening lips apart. She was so wet from Charles licking her pussy that even the inside of her thighs looked slick and shiny.

I grasped his cock at the base and gently rubbed his glans up and down her sopping valley, feeling him throbbing in my hand.

"Do it," I ordered in a breathy voice. "Fuck your own flesh and blood and make her yours forever."

My lips brushed over his pulse point and I gave his dick a gentle tug to encourage him to penetrate his daughter. Charles glanced up at the photo of his dead wife, smiled and then pushed his full length into his daughter's slimy fuck hole.

"Oh daddy... yes," she murmured. "Fuck me slow and deep, make it last forever."

"Awww, Sasha. I love you so much," he groaned, feeling his daughter's tight walls wrapping around his shaft.

He pushed it in up to the hilt, staring into her eyes as though she was all that mattered in the world. I just hoped she wasn't taken in by it and that she'd stick to the plan.

This was my end game. We'd agreed to get him into this position and after our performance so far, I knew Charles would be relaxed and that his guard would be down. All he wanted to do was squirt his sticky love-piss inside his little girl to satisfy his need. The desire to cum in her as part of his power over her was clouding his judgement.

I just needed to bide my time and take him out as he climaxed.

"Fuck her tight matrimonial cunt," I murmured. "Make her fucking orgasm as you fill her with your cream."

Sasha began to grind her hips against him as he fucked her slow and deep. I felt slightly jealous that she was the one receiving his cock rather than me, but I had a mission to complete.

"How does your wife's pussy feel?" I teased. "Does she feel as tight and juicy as her mother used to?"

"Oh fuck," he moaned. "It's like my honeymoon all over again. It brings back so many memories."

His cock was hardly visible, buried deep in her snatch as Sasha did most of the work. The nerve endings inside her vaginal cavity were being stimulated to their limit and I knew she was ready to cum again. Every inch of Charles' shaft and helmet was encased in fleshy heaven, dripping in his daughter's juices.

"I bet she's tight, isn't she? Tight and wet just like a daughter should be. Look at her face. Look at how happy she looks as you violate her young cunt," I whispered, moving further behind him.

My hands reached under his arms and I caressed his chest with my fingernails. I dragged them over his nipples and around his back, moving them up onto his shoulders. My lips kissed his neck and licked behind his ear and I bumped my tits into his back.

"You've longed for this," I said. "To wed your own offspring. To be her daddy and her husband. Fuck her. Give her your sticky load."

"Oh fuck... yes... I've yearned for this for so long," he grunted. "She's finally mine."

"That's right. You own that cunt. You own her tits. You own her mouth and her ass. Now that she's your wife, you can take full ownership of her," I was starting to lose control of myself, I felt so involved. "You made her... you watched her grow up... you married her and now she's yours forever."

Even Sasha seemed to be into the fantasy. She joined in as she started to cum again with her father's cock about to erupt inside her.

"Yes... yes... fuck me daddy... cum in my pussy... I love you so much," she panted. "I want you to show me who's in charge."

I continued to kiss Charles' neck and cheeks, wrapping my arms around his neck as though I was cuddling him. Sasha came hard and Charles looked down at her with love in his eyes as his climax approached like his inevitable death.

"Fuck... yes... you're mine, you dirty little minx," he cried. "Take my fucking cock inside you."

"That's it. Cum in her. Splatter her cervix with your hot spunk."

"Oh... ah... ugh... fuck... cum in my little girl pussy, daddy," she squeaked. "I want your seed inside me."

"OH... OH... SO DIRTY... HERE IT COMES, PUMPKIN," he grunted. "FUUUCCKKKK."

After the hard time we'd had finding this guy, it had all come down to this moment. The G-Spot clubs, The Eden Project, The Generals, the dirty bombs, me being arrested, using his daughter to find him. It had all resulted in me being in this perfect position.

I watched him thrust into his daughter one last time and hold his cock still inside her. Sasha continued to squirm as his sperm pumped into her dripping gash, driving her orgasm to new levels.

My focus shifted to one task and one task alone - choking him to death.

I wrapped my left arm around his throat from behind. My forearm and bicep constricted his carotid artery while my hand gripped my right bicep in order to apply forward pressure to the back of his head. I wasn't trying to restrict his breathing; I was cutting off the blood flow to his brain which would make him pass out and eventually die.

My arms acted like a lever and I pushed and squeezed for all I was worth. Killing someone in this way may have seemed callous and cold, but you have to detach yourself from it. You have to remove the emotional side of killing another human being and treat it as just another assignment. I concentrated on all the bad things he'd done and used that to justify my actions. It was the only way to remain sane taking someone's life.

Charles was so pre-occupied with emptying his balls into Sasha that it took him a second to realise what was happening. His body stiffened and his hands came up to try and get me off. My arms kept him in a vice-like grip with my breasts squishing into his back. He tried to cry out for help, but it was useless. I was gripping his throat so tightly that no air could go in or out. I could already feel my exertion draining my energy as he started to fight back.

He pushed backwards, pinning me between him and the bed with his body weight on top of me. His cock slipped out of Sasha with a loud wet queef and fresh spunk bubbled out of her abused hole. He was still ejaculating and his pulsating cock twitched out the last few spurts all over Sasha's belly and pubic mound with some of it landing on my thigh.

I didn't know how she would take the scene in front of her and I didn't want to look her in the eye for fear of what I'd see. Seeing me finally killing her father may have changed her mind and I didn't want to know anything about it. I just had to get this done quickly and quietly so we could end this once and for all. I stared up at the picture of Sasha's mother and it looked like her expression had changed again. She was smiling down at me as I choked her ex-husband to death. My subconscious was telling me that this is what she'd want rather than allowing Charles to continually perform incest onto their daughter.

Hamilton's body started to go limp as his oxygen began to run out, but he still had a bit of fight left in him. He rolled off the bed with me on his back like a limpet. I wrapped my legs around his torso to keep my position, but he bucked upwards and got to his feet. I caught sight of his face in the mirror and barely recognised him. His face had gone purple and all the veins in his head were sticking out like a road map. He was full of rage, twisting violently in a last-ditch attempt to throw me off.

To my horror he began to stagger towards the door. With each step, I squeezed harder to try and get him to pass out before he made it to Maurice who was still standing outside. He stumbled a couple of times, but finally made it to the door and fumbled with the handle. His brain was shutting down and his motor-functions were becoming difficult. There was nothing I could do other then keep squeezing, hoping he'd pass out before he managed to open the door.

My luck ran out.

He gripped the door handle, banging and thrashing to try and get Maurice's attention. He managed to open the door and stagger backwards as the Man-mountain loomed up like a giant in front of us.

I knew I was in trouble now.

Maurice remained calm, but entered the room with urgency as Charles staggered backwards with me still on his back.

"CODE RED. MASTER BEDROOM. EVACUATE THE V.I.P." Maurice bellowed into his comms unit. "ALL UNITS REPORT IN."

He appeared to be receiving updates in his earpiece as he moved in to save Hamilton's life. Charles collapsed to his knees as the darkness closed in around him. His brain was shutting down, but he was far from dead. When the brain is starved of oxygen it causes the victim to pass out first. I would have had to carry on constricting his neck for a further two minutes to ensure he never got back up, but Maurice soon put a stop to that.

He grabbed both of my arms and literally wrenched them apart to free Charles. His hands were as big as shovels and his immense strength made light work of removing me from Hamilton's back. I resisted as best I could, but I was no match for this guy.

Now that Charles was free from my death grip, he fell to the ground gasping for breath and clutching his throat, spitting up on the floor. Maurice dragged me backwards as four guards arrived to evacuate Charles. Their response time had been exceptional and they manhandled Charles and Sasha towards the door as more reports came in over their comms network.

"We're under attack, sir," said one of the new guys to Maurice. "The warehouse has reported men down. We think it's The Patriots."

"Get Mr and Mrs Hamilton to safety. Get to the boat and leave the island," Maurice said as I started to fight back. "Don't wait for me. I'll take care of our intruders - especially this one," he nodded down at me.

Maurice had both of my arms in his hands, holding them out to my sides as I struggled on the floor and tried to get myself upright. As the men left with Charles and Sasha, I seized my opportunity to get this guy off of me so I could fight back more effectively. I pushed down onto the floor with my left leg to flip myself upside down and I drove my right leg towards Maurice's head. I had to escape his grip if I stood any chance of taking him down.