I walk back to Ella, finally done with her little coughing spell. Her eyes are shut tight, the vibrator under her splattering loudly, she’s so wet. She just holds completely still with her eyes shut, breathing quickly, trying to ignore the world, trying to endure. I silently aim, and thrust my cock into her open mouth before she knows I’m there. Her eyes shoot open in utter shock, her breath catches in her throat, my cock shoved all the way back. Her eyes look up at me in horror, then roll back a bit and she moans like a little animal around my cock. I hear a soft spraying, feel wetness on my foot. I look down and see a stream of liquid gushing out of her little cunt, ricocheting off the vibrator, spraying little droplets in every direction for a full three seconds. Cock pulses against the back of her moaning throat. Piss or squirt? Who cares, and I thrust in and out of her mouth rapidly several times, until she starts coughing and spewing spit again.
I pull out of her mouth and she just lets out a continuous soft squeaky moan, staring dazed straight ahead, totally losing control of herself after squirting like that. I quickly lay down on my side on the floor, stroking my cock with one hand, propping up on my other arm, scooting my head in between her thighs, getting face to face with her sopping little pussy, still whirring away on the vibrator. The musk between her little thighs down here is so sensual. A strong whiff from such a little thing, so feminine. I lick at the top of her pussy, right above where the vibrator hums away. I taste her fluid, it’s a bit sour, a bit bitter. She sprayed little droplets all over her tummy and inner thighs. I lick and slurp, a mix of her cum and her sweaty skin. I rub my face into her thighs, inhaling the hot air again, overwhelmed by her little body.
I stand up and walk around to Grace again. She breathes heavily, her vibrator humming away under her. It takes a second to register that I’m in front of her, a cute look of concentration on her face. She looks up at me and mumbles incoherently through her ring gag, seemingly begging me to stop. But she still won’t cum, despite her sensitivity.
I kneel down close up, between her spread legs. I nod my head and reach down and turn the vibrator off. She sighs in exasperated relief, breathing heavily, either unaware or unconcerned that Ella’s still buzzes away back there. Then I lean my face in close to hers, rubbing cheek to cheek, feeling her damp skin, sniffing her beautiful hair. I put my forehead to hers, nose to hers, staring her in the eyes, feeling her warmth, her breath heavy and hot. As close as I can get, ready to see her reaction.
Her reaction to this. I turn the vibrator back on, up to high, full blast. She inhales a sharp violent breath, wheezing, her eyes go wide staring into mine, losing focus. Then she wails uncontrollably, closing her eyes and losing her mind, she shakes and contracts, accidentally pulling down hard on her arms, Ella behind her yelping in pain as her poor arms are wrenched back far. I straighten their arms and then just watch, casually stroking my cock as I kneel inches in front of her.
I grope her shaking body, up and down, her skin so slick with sweat. I touch her warm belly and hips in between Christmas lights, ribbons, and garland wrapped around her. The smell of her so musty, a pungent erotic womanly scent. Not unpleasant, just natural and thick in the air.
I lean in and wrap my mouth around a puffy nipple, grabbing her other tit in my hand at the same time. She jiggles a bit in my hand, her whole body shaking and twitching so out of control. Her breast is the perfect amount, just more than a handful. Her flesh so squishy and womanly, skin damp with sweat, salty.
And I suck hard and that salty flavor is quickly mixed with sweetness. Warm milk trickles slowly out of her nipple into my mouth. Sweeter than regular milk, and so erotic. I kneel there for minutes on end, sucking away. Swallowing some, letting some trickle down into the red ribbon right below her tit. I twist and point her nipple up toward her face, squeezing and trying to spray up at her. It’s hard to control, coming out in several directions.
I take my time, knowing the longer I take, the more the vibrators drive them insane. She trembles, seemingly unaware that I’m milking her tits all over her, wasting her breast milk just to see it trickle.
I lean in and lick her exposed armpit, still kneading and squeezing at her teats, feeling the warmth delicately spray across my neck and chest. I inhale her pungent musk, her sweaty armpits such a dirty place. A hint of stubble, rough on my tongue. Visible beads of sweat. I lick and inhale. Still a bit pleasant, just a hint of the fruity soap smells from our bath. But a bit musty and sour too. I squeeze and twist at her milky tits for several minutes until it becomes hard to get much more out.
The whole time, the Hitachi blasts away on high under her cunt. BZZZZZZZZ, the loud humming is wet and violent. Grace moans and twitches, staring blankly. But she doesn’t cum.
And then I realize why. Maybe she only cums from insertion. I think back to every time she came tonight, she was getting rammed by something. I quickly get up to find that black face strap vibrator I used on her earlier with Ella. I run upstairs, glancing around, enjoying how much I fucked up their entire bedroom and bathroom. I find the vibrator and detach it from the straps. I take it back down stairs, giving it a sniff and a lick as I go.
I hear the soft Christmas music, along with the moaning and buzzing as I approach. I walk back in and it’s like seeing things with fresh eyes. The girls sit strapped back to back, decorated like a Christmas tree, twitching and moaning, vibrators tormenting their poor cunts. The smell of sex and pussy as I approach gets my softening cock rock solid again. They hold up a silver star tree-topper. A red Santa hat on Grace, a little green elf hat on Ella. Their bodies glowing sensually with white tree lights. Red and white ribbons and garland loosely wrapped around them. All four knees straight up and spread, asses on the white carpet, butt plugs pressed down hard into the floor under them. Hitachi vibrators strapped tightly under their wet cunts on the floor, like presents under the tree. God damn I feel like a kid coming downstairs on Christmas morning.
“Ok babe, I think I can solve your problem. This should get you to cum.” I show Grace’s dazed blue eyes the black strap-on dildo. She barely comprehends anything, just drooling and quivering with the vibrator up full blast on her sloppy cunt. I walk around to Ella, the poor girl seems exhausted, about to pass out, just shaking and letting out a slow little moan, staring blankly.
I stand facing her, step my feet carefully onto her feet, covering up her cute little blue toenails and most of her almond colored feet. I lean forward and grab around the back of Ella, grabbing Grace around the upper arms and armpits. I pause to enjoy the damp skin again, but then start leaning back. With good leverage, the girls start tipping toward me. They both seem to come to their senses and start grunting and yelping, confused and in pain, straining against all their crazy bindings. Ella struggling painfully under the weight of her mom being tilted onto her. Grace is pretty petite, but still a lot for the poor girl to have on her. I smile, enjoying the struggle, the pained noises they squeal, knowing I could’ve done this a better way, but it’s so enjoyable. Finally they tip fully forward, Ella’s legs crumpling and splaying out under her into the splits. I lay her down, flat on her belly, side of her face smashed down into carpet. Her arms stretched straight above her head on the floor in front of her. Her hips in the full splits, knees still bent, legs looking like frogs legs smashed under her mother.
Grace lays flat out on her back, crushing her daughter under her full weight. Her head falls down a bit to rest on the floor right next to Ella’s, necks still bound together by a wreath. Her arms straight above her head, armpits and tits pointing straight up, exposed. Her feet still rest straight down on the carpet, her knees still pointing straight up, legs perfectly spread for me, pussy wide open, elevated slightly off the floor by Ella’s butt under her. Her body being a bit taller than her daughter’s, Grace’s asscheeks hang a bit over the edge of Ella’s asscheeks under her.
Both girls continue to yelp and squeal from the painful new position. Ella is being smothered and crushed under the weight, but she seems fine for now. I kneel down between Grace’s knees and roughly pull off the duct tape holding the Hitachi on her pussy, turning it off and removing it. I reach under and also remove Ella’s Hitachi. Both girls breathe sighs of relief, but Grace still looks up at me nervously, as she should.
I take the black vibrator and press it to her hole. She gapes open slightly, loosened up, drenched from the Hitachi. I swirl it around to get it wet with her juices and then thrust forward quickly. She gasps and wiggles, Ella squealing from the painful movement on her back. I thrust all the way in, stroking my own cock. Then I switch it on.
And all hell breaks loose. Grace yelps and shakes wildly, her eyes wide and dazed. She tries to thrust up with her feet from the floor, bucking her hips upward, but she’s strapped to Ella’s torso so well that she just painfully pulls on the girl under her. Her crotch flails around, her hips pumping an inch up and down violently. Realizing she’s already cumming, I pull the vibrator out of her and quickly kneel down with my face right in her crotch, my mouth engulfing her sloppy cunt. She sprays, squirting her female ejaculate within my mouth, blasting into me. The taste is so strong, a concentrated version of her pussy juices. And I taste sugary cream leaking out from deep within her too. She still had some of the delicious peppermint chocolate cheesecake inside her, a literal creampie. I get a taste as it mixes and rushes out with all her feminine fluid. My cock throbs.
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