The Theft of Our Lives 09 Pt. 03

"Hmmmmm, ohhh," Kerri mewled her contentment with the return of a stimulating tongue to her agonizingly aroused clitoris, even that of her beloved aunt.

While not pleased with Emma's failure to eat our daughter to climax, Hank was so impressed with Betsy's willingness to take over he let it slide for the moment. He'd deal with both ladies later -- punishment for my wife, but reward for her conscientious sister.

For now, he wanted the performance to continue unabated to its inevitable conclusion.

Betsy was soon deeply engrossed eating only the third pussy in her life -- unnaturally including her big sister and now, her youthful, enticing niece. She literally dove in while Kerri was still hot and bothered, and not thinking too much about her taboo action, doing what she knew best applying her acquired skills to her exquisitely plump flesh pearl.

My intrigued sister-in-law's motives notwithstanding, she was thrilled feasting on the fresh cunt of such an alluring, healthy college coed, understanding for the first time the excitement Sam experienced when she'd made Betsy her own conquest years ago.

Quickly initiating a similar rapid-tonguing technique used on Emma and the same method Kerri had practiced so effectively on her own satisfied clitoris, Betsy assumed our vulnerable daughter was so close to climaxing a mere change of pace in the stimulus was enough to send her over the top.

"Uuunnnnnhhh, ohhhhh yesssss," Kerri's long, low moan affirmed of the effectiveness of the move, shifting her narrow hips presenting fully her enthusiastic clit to the delicate application of her aunt's flicking tongue, gratefully accepting the forbidden oral torment that quickly became the center of her universe.

"Oohhhhhhh, ummm, good," her sighs verged on delirium in her sexual haze, closing out the rest of the world and diving deep into an erotic pool of pleasure as Betsy worked her magic on her greedy little friend.

All eyes watched eagerly, even Ike and his most recent conquest Marg, as my comely pixy-haired sister-in-law bent our limber daughter's thighs back and wide apart until Kerri's slender ankles were even with her tasseled head, rolling side-to-side with emerald eyes shut and a euphoric expression pasted on her flushed face.

The position pointed Kerri's cute ass towards the ceiling and left it undefended while setting her overstimulated cunt easily available to the darting tongue of her lesbian aunt.

Spying the opportunity, Betsy took full advantage, ravenously alternating between the tickling tease on Kerri's throbbing clit and curling her tongue to delve deeply into the flowing scarlet slit framed by the swollen labia, hungrily lapping a taboo sample of the sumptuous liquid gushing in response to her delightful tongue-work.

"Mmmhh, ahhh, ohhhhh Betsy, that's sooo nice," Kerri's gratified moans grew, bypassing the formal use of 'aunt' for the more adult first name alone, with her mouth a constant quivering 'O' of happy arousal.

Satisfied her sex intoxicated niece was almost home, Betsy pulled a trick from her bag of lesbian sex play new to her attentive audience gazing dumbfounded at the vision of a caring aunt eating her lovely 19-year-old niece's voracious pussy and satiating her own illicit desires too.

It was a move Betsy learned from Sam years ago and was certain to generate the mind-bending orgasm she sensed Kerri was on the cusp of achieving.

With her tongue firmly braced on her throbbing clit, swirling it for effect but dropping the antagonizing tease, Betsy adroitly slid her long middle finger into the well of Kerri's dripping pussy, coating the svelte digit with slick moisture in a few well-timed strokes.

"Ayyyhhhhh," Kerri squealed appreciatively with surprise and delight, reflexively lifting her muscular ass off the padded table once or twice in a spontaneous fucking motion.

Just as quickly, Betsy removed the lubricated finger from the wet hole, placing it directly on Kerri's unprotected asshole, then easily slipping the first knuckle past the roseate sphincter while Kerri remained unaware and unable to prepare a defense of her unguarded anal canal.

Our charming daughter's ass was still virgin, with not so much as a pinky inserted previously despite the other sordid sexual performances of the past weeks.

"Eeeeeyyaaahhhhh!" Kerri yelped loudly with unworldly vehemence, her emerald eyes shooting open at her realization of the intrusion into her back passage and squirming her bottom sweetly but without effect seeking to expel the invader.

The sudden clenching of her nether ring was in vain, as Betsy had resolutely penetrated to the second knuckle by the time Kerri caught on, marching forward plowing the full length of the probing digit deep into her niece's tight rectum.

"Shhhhh, Kerri, just relax. I won't hurt you, sweetheart," her concerned aunt shushed, lifting her mouth briefly to calm her niece with the soothing assurance. "Relax and Aunt Betsy will give you what you need."

Eyes focused and alert, our alarmed youngster studied Betsy closely, observing her familiar face glowing with her glistening cunt juice while her compassionate aunt's compassionate green eyes resonated with care and concern.

Even in these most extreme of circumstances, Kerri's inherent trust in her loving aunt won the day. Content with Betsy's honorable if indecent intentions, our trusting daughter closed her comforted eyes and set her head firmly against the padding, letting her aunt return her tongue to her needy clit and release her from her erotic precipice.

Confidently, Betsy applied a constant rhythm to her efforts, delicately tongue-laving Kerri's electrified button while easing her slender finger in and out of her loosening anus at a steady pace, effectively finger fucking our mollified daughter's snug asshole with a gentle motion.

"Huhhh, mmmh, ohhh," Kerri breathed raspily, her feet aloft braced upwards by her aunt's voluptuous body.

Every person saw the conspicuous effect of Betsy's skill and experience when her adorable niece's pink-painted toes deliberately curled, and her thin lips pursed accompanied by intermittent moans that soon transformed into a continuous groan under the dual assault of Betsy's tongue and middle finger.

"Hmmm, huhh, ohhh, Aunt Betsy, that's so nice," Kerri hummed, clearly seduced by her aunt's talented tongue as evidenced by the sighs drifting between her intermittent breaths, never experiencing anything like what she was at that glorious moment.

Betsy's gentle fucking of her asshole with the insistent digit sent spikes of sensation coursing from her spastic cunt along her spine, while jolts of pleasurable energy from the older woman's attentive tongue-work on her responsive clit grew in intensity to more than she could stand.

"Ooohhhhh! Ohhhhhhh yesss, eat my pussy, pleeeassse!" our susceptible daughter pleaded, screwing up her hips meeting Betsy's ardent tongue until she could take no more, jerking violently as her orgasm exploded throughout every part of her athletic body simultaneously, sending her delirious green eyes fluttering.

"Awwhhh, fuck, yesssss! Eat me, Aunt Bets, make me cum!" the guttural groan rose from the pit of her diaphragm forcing her firm tits to careen wildly on her convulsing chest, and even issuing an uncharacteristic expletive in praise of her aunt's cunt-licking prowess.

Riding Kerri's exploding clit until well on the other side of her climax, Betsy tirelessly pressured the pulsating nub while resolutely sawing her finger in and out of her niece's grasping rectum for several more moments.

"Unnnh, uhh, ohhh, fuck me," Kerri babbled incoherently, with her jerking slowing and her tight ass cheeks resting once more against the padded tabletop, now slippery wet from the juices flowing between her legs.

Shaken and overwhelmed, our frazzled coed slowly returned to earth, a growing shame overtaking her blushing face as the audience to the humiliating spectacle clapped their hands enthusiastically in appreciation of the virtuoso performance by Hank's newest acquisition -- my wife's mid-30's lesbian sister and the big-titted aunt to our adult children.

Embarrassed beyond comprehension as her degrading performance for these degenerate strangers registered, Betsy backed away from between Kerri's shuddering thighs exhausted, letting her equally devastated niece's rubbery legs collapse to the tabletop.

"Whew, huh, huh, what have I done?" Betsy rolled onto her back, her own sorrowful breathing setting her glorious jugs loose while wallowing in misery at the unimaginable acts she'd committed -- eating her revered big sister's pussy, and then voluntarily bringing her guileless niece to an unthinkable double-pronged orgasm.

Unknowingly, or at least unconcerned about her unbecoming exposure, Kerri lay debilitated on her back with her willowy legs akimbo as she recuperated, lewdly framing her wet, saliva-coated pussy in a subconscious surrender to the sexual service to which she was now inescapably captive.

It was a splendid vision I'm sure, with Kerri's tangled auburn nest matted above her inflamed cunt lips, with the plump petals blossoming and deep pink slit cleaved, revealing her vulnerable inner core to her undoubtedly pleased audience.

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The action was winding down and Hank was genuinely pleased. The day was going as he had hoped, adding two new compromised sex toys to his bag of alluring female playthings with the entrapment of Betsy and luring his ambitious, albeit conflicted new closer, Marg Jorgensen.

Most importantly, his guests were happy, with their lustful appetites sated by the incestuous lesbian troika they'd witnessed and basking in awe at the heroic intervention of Betsy eating her heavenly niece's delectable pussy until Kerri screamed her orgasm.

Still, Hank wanted to send them off with one more memorable demonstration of his cruelty and depravity so debased it thrilled even the corrupt Hilliard's, while leaving my family with a clear understanding of his level of control.

"It's disappointing you didn't finish the job with your daughter, Emma," Hank scolded, using her failure as a device to publicly demean my wife, chastising her before the assembled gallery for her perceived inadequacy.

Chastened, Emma woefully bowed her head in shame, although more for the proscribed act of cunnilingus with our cherished daughter, rather than his censure for failing to meet his disturbing dictate by prioritizing her own orgasm over that objectionable task.

"Kerri's such a pretty young thing too, and with such a tasty pussy. I should know, and I've no doubt my guests will enjoy finding out for themselves," he continued his dressing down, malevolently alluding to imagery of a line-up of old men and women eagerly going down on our precious daughter.

Emma surely found that notion upsetting, shivering with the unseemly prospect knowing it was quite likely to come to fruition in the near future, while even our recovering coed's head lifted momentarily at the words, silently expressing her own emphatic distaste for the idea.

"I'm surprised you failed so strikingly," he admonished mockingly, asking with serious intent. "What do you have to say for yourself?"

"I'm sorry, Hank, the vibe left me, well, too turned on. I was just, um, overwhelmed," she offered sheepishly, lacking any other plausible excuse.

"Your sister really bailed you out. Although, if she was truthful, I'll bet she enjoyed devouring her sexy niece's delectable snatch a little too much," he charged, salaciously suggesting an ulterior motive for Betsy's altruism.

Now, all three ladies blushed with the awkward accusation and the coarse way Hank described the coupling between Kerri and her mature aunt.

Betsy bowed her head self-consciously, avoiding any expression betraying the uncomfortable and shameful truth, and unable to deny the excitement of tasting the ambrosial nectar of her pretty niece's mouthwatering cunt.

"You really should thank your sweet sis for eating your daughter's pussy so well. She saved you from a fate much worse than you deserve," my boss derided my agonized wife, compelling her to prostrate herself to the crowd in an unmotherly expression of gratitude.

"Um, thank you, Bets, I really do appreciate it," Emma murmured, humbling herself after a pause even as her ears pricked up over the implied threat.

"Oh, c'mon now, you can do better than that," he mercilessly rebuked. "Tell her what you appreciate. Tell her exactly."

Emma had been down this road too many times, knowing how much pleasure Hank took forcing her to say untoward and even disgusting things, particularly in front of others. She also knew he wanted it as crude as possible and was in no position to let him down now.

"Thank you, Bets, uh, for, um, eating Kerri's pussy so well. I guess Sam's taught you a lot about, uh, cunt munching over the years," Emma mumbled, expressing her thanks for the depraved act, and adding the irreverent comment about Betsy's spouse to heighten the disgraceful expression of gratitude in seeking Hank's satisfaction.

My supplicating wife swallowed hard, then continued with ever more perverse praise revealing the lurid extend of her submission to Hank and emphasizing her intolerable new sexual relationship with our appealing daughter.

"Honestly, that was as big an orgasm as I've, well, ever seen from Kerri. I don't think I, you know, made her cum that hard," she offered, struggling with the words. "I mean, um, the finger in her, uh, asshole really rocked her world. She was really moaning. I'd love for you to, oh god, try that on me, uhh, sometime."

Emma knew by now nothing was too unsavory, too lewd, or too over the top when giving Hank what he wanted, and she really poured on the degrading diatribe to the mortification of her disbelieving sister and our alarmed daughter.

"Kerri's lovely little snatch is so sweet and furry, don't you think?" Emma asked unbefittingly, before closing with more inappropriate comments. "She tastes so nice. I hope you love, um, eating her c-cunt, as much as I-I do."

It was so totally shameless and debasing, with each woman totally humiliated by the explicit compliment. It was particularly painful for my wife, openly expressing to the awed crowd she was familiar with eating our 19-year-old beauty's youthful pussy, while stating with certainty she enjoyed it very much.

"That's nice. What a wonderful thing for a mother to say," Hank approved, employing a falsely ingratiating tone as tears welled in Emma's eyes and her torso tremored with the offense, making a delightful spectacle of quivering flesh across her curvaceous body.

"Okay, I'm hungry. I'd say we're almost ready to head to dinner and cap off the day, but I think there's one more eager cock to be satisfied," my wayward boss quickly changed the subject to his true punishment for my humbled wife.

"Kellen sure gets hard easily, and fast too. Just look at that guy," my boss observed, scanning the room purposefully.

All eyes suddenly shifted to Kellen sitting on the sofa, pants at his ankles with his 7 3/4" pole as hard as if he hadn't cum once today, instead of shamefully doing so in his sister's lush mouth and again in Peggy Hilliard's loose snatch.

"It's good to be young, and hung, too," Hank quipped enviously in truthful observation.

"Amen to that," agreed a consensus of the men in the room.

"Get over here Kellen. I have a job you're gonna like, but you'll want to get those pants off first," the grinning company president directed with a pleasant tease.

Quietly, but with a curious eagerness he hid poorly, Kellen obeyed, kicking off his pants and slinking over to the coffee table in front of the rest of the attentive audience with his stiff cock wagging to lead the way.

"You did an impressive job fucking Lady Hilliard. Am I right, Peggy?" Hank assessed about our impressionable son's playing mounted stud to the older English matron.

"Damn right, he did. If your obedient little Japanese slut hadn't done such an excellent job chewing my cunt, I'd be jumping that young man's beautiful cock again," Peggy profanely exclaimed with unfettered glee.

"He is a good kid, and I could tell he really enjoyed his big sister naked, but then, who wouldn't want to see Kerri's hardbody in all its considerable glory?" Hank acknowledged, taking a moment to embarrass our perplexed son.

"So now, what was Kerri's bra size again, kid?" he forced a confession Kellen certainly preferred to keep secret.

"Uh, 33-D," Kellen conceded sheepishly, awkwardly bowing his head before responding under his breath.

"Right. Bet you think she's got nice big tits, huh?" Hank asked his definitively non-rhetorical question, fully expecting a response.

"Yeah, she has nice big tits," Kellen reluctantly repeated with a sense of guilt.

That wasn't enough for Hank.

"Who Kellen? Who has nice big tits?" my sadistic boss insisted, making Kellen express himself with utmost frankness.

"Kerri, umm, my sister has nice big tits," he mumbled, looking bashfully at the floor as consternation overtook Kerri's normally cheerful face at her brother's warped answer.

"She's such a caring sister, and certainly gave you a nice blowjob earlier, don't you think?" Hank continued cruelly, eyeing our son's and daughter's distress at the inquisition.

"Afterall, I know how nice it feels with Kerri's soft lips wrapped around your cock," my boss joked, invoking our daughter's frown.

Emma didn't like where she thought he was heading but wasn't sure she was correct so simply listened as Hank played his mind game with our unsophisticated son and chastened daughter, but then his direction changed.

"Although, wonderful as they are, Kerri's tits aren't in the same league as your mother's monster jugs, eh? And I'm sure your mother sucking you off is just as much fun?" Hank coolly rolled out his design. "That said, mama's warm, wet pussy is even nicer, don't you think?"

Now my wife looked at my scheming boss with trepidation, sensing his plan and not any happy with it any more than her previous misconception about his direction.

"Emma, I gave you an assignment. You claim you successfully completed it, but I need proof, and seeing is believing," he calmly announced, his eyes gleaming with degenerate intent making his message plain.

"I think as a good son, Kellen should assist. In fact, I'd say he's integral to the demonstration," Hank declared unconscionably, raising an evil excitement in the faces of the Hilliard's. "I'm sure my guests will enjoy that very much. Very much, indeed."

"Oh lord, nooooo, Hank! Not here. Not in front of everyone," Emma whined softly, her shoulders slumping and posture sinking forlornly.

In no uncertain terms, my ruthless boss was telling my stricken wife to fuck our virile 18-year-old teenage son for the entertainment of Hank's friends and clients. Based on the grin on Kellen's face that he couldn't quite suppress, although he knew he should, he was likely to enjoy it too.

Of course, Hank wasn't really asking Emma.

My jaded wife knew that fact well-enough by this point, but he was asking Kellen, deliberately placing our easily-manipulated son in the position of succumbing to his raging hormones for a repeat performance of the previous morning, while also trampling his genuine respect for his mother.

"Go on, Kellen, don't play coy. You don't have to do it, but you know you want to," Hank goaded, pointing at the padded coffee table as his sister and aunt reluctantly rolled off.

This was just the kind of heartless game Hank loves playing, pitting morality against desire and propriety against urgency in a battle of wills, knowing from experience the latter always won the day.

Granting Kellen a path of refusal made the decision fully his own, revealing the lustful core hidden within, and even nurturing those deviant desires, while unable to prevent himself from disgracing his admirable mother, even at the risk of their mutual shame and derogation before everyone watching the unthinkable coupling.