Claire moaned in pleasure beneath us as we continued to kiss each other deeply; our tongues entwined expertly around one another’s as we explored each other’s mouths intimately.
Heather then took control; she sat up on top of us, straddling Claire’s waist while pressing herself firmly against me in a slow grinding motion that quickly drove us all wild with desire. We kissed everywhere; our mouths ravishing each other’s flesh hungrily until finally Heather let go of all restraint and began fucking both of us wildly – oscillating between Claire pussy and my cock in an almost ritualistic manner that brought both of us to heights unknown before this moment!
When we finally collapsed into one another exhausted from pleasure, Heather smiled.
“I’m so glad we have three more days of this daddy.”
The next morning I woke up with a hangover from the drug. Heather must have slipped some to me. The first thing I noticed was that the women were gone. The next thing I noticed were the moans. I opened the tent door. Heather was reclined in a beach chair, her hands gripping a long white vibrator which moved quickly up and down between her legs. Beside her, Claire lay tied to a similar chair, her arms secured with rope around its frame, a vibrator taped firmly over her clitoris and a black cloth gag covering her mouth. Her large breasts heaved up and down with each gasp for air as she fought against her restraints. Her brown hair was totally a mess, and her pale skin had taken on a reddish tint from the sun.
“Come on Mommy,” Heather said. “This is us now. Just accept that we’re gonna fuck forever.”
I walked over to Heather, she saw my erection and smiled.
“Oh daddy,” Heather said. “Do you like what you see?”
I looked over to Claire, who had tears in her eyes. I could see she was having trouble understanding what had happened. A string of moans poured from her as she struggled against the desire. The vibrator buzzed between her pussy lips and sent waves of pleasure throughout her body.
Claire cried out in ecstasy as her body shook with pleasure. Heather’s soft lips parted to reveal a hint of pearly white teeth, and her tongue darted out to slide along the length of my shaft, sending shudders of pleasure coursing through me.
“How long has she been in those restraints?” I asked, barely able to contain the moan that threatened to escape my lips.
“A few hours,” Heather mumbled between gasps for air, her cheeks hollowed from the effort of taking me into her mouth.
“And how many times did she cum?” I asked.
“I lost count.” She said, her voice hoarse and breathless from the effort of strangling my cock with her throat.
“Did you give her any of the drug?” I asked.
She leaned into me, our movements growing more frantic as Claire watched. A heat radiated from her step-daughter’s pale flesh and the campsite was electric with anticipation. Her pink and wet cunt readily accepted my cock and it shuddered and twitched with excitement, and her wetness teased my length as I slipped into her body, and I felt a surge of pleasure racing up the length of my spine as I buried myself in her pussy. With each thrust, the feeling of being united against Claire’s judgment grew stronger. She smiled, then slide back into her chair.
“Not yet,” Heather said going back to masturbating. “I’ve had a little myself though.” I walked over to my wife, she was tied spread-eagle in front of me. I reached down and barely inserted my fingers into my wife’s pussy. She immediately came again.
“You aren’t usually that sensitive,” I said. “do you like cumming in front of your daughter?”
Claire shook her head and struggled against the gag, and Heather laughed sadistically.
Claire eyes widened, and her moans became desperate as she tried to speak through the gag. I couldn’t make out anything she was saying, but I could tell her fear and confusion were growing by the second.
Heather leaned in close to Claire and looked her right in the eyes. “Do you want Daddy to cum inside you? Will you accept your fate and be our fuck toy?” Heather asked menacingly.
I stepped forward, my cock throbbing as I looked down at my wife’s helpless body. She whimpered as she shook her head back and forth, begging me to release her from her bonds. But it was too late; we had come way too far for that now.
I bent down to whisper in Claire’s ear, “It’s okay sweetheart,” I said softly. “Just relax and let us take care of you.”
She closed her eyes for a moment before nodding slowly in acceptance of her fate. I bent down and thrust my cock into the soft folds of my wife’s pussy. I felt her shudder, her pussy tightening on me with a wave of arousal. She moaned out loudly, clearly getting close to orgasm. When I cried out, she came with me. Her body shuddered against mine, our sweat-slick skin sticking together as I pulled back her brown hair and kissed her neck softly. Her perfume wafted up between us as we breathed together, letting the pleasure wash over us.
Heather didn’t stop she pulled me onto the chair next to Claire and straddled me, pushing my cock deep inside of her as she worked up a powerful rhythm that sent shock waves of pleasure through both our bodies.
When Heather rolled off of me, Claire still had tears streaming down her cheeks from the intensity of pleasure she had just experienced – even though she was tied up and gagged throughout it all!
“Let’s untie Mommy,” Heather said with a smirk on her face before pulling out some scissors from under the lawn chair. She cut away at the rope binding Claire until she was free again – save for the vibrator taped over her clitoris, which was still buzzing away against its soft target!
Claire body was a statue for a beat, then she slid off the metal chair onto her knees. Her eyes were soft and pleading when she looked up at Heather. “Could I have another hit?”
Heather’s lips stretched into a mischievous grin as she dashed toward my toiletry bag.
Claire looked up at me with tried eyes.
“You enjoying this?” I asked.
She said, “Its not about enjoying anymore: I’ve sucked my own stepdaughters nipples, I’ve fucked you and her at the same time, she’s seen me cum a countless number of times, this isn’t about enjoying. This is what I am now.”
“And what are you?” I asked.
“A fuck toy for you and my daughter.”
My erection became huge and swollen. When Heather returned with the bag and needle in hand, Claire lifted her arm obediently.
The Woods were heavy with tension and desire, Claire words ringing in my ears like a mantra. As Heather injected a double dose of the drug into my wife’s arm, I chuckled to myself. I had no way of knowing this was where our relationship was headed, and now I finally had confirmation – they were fuck toys now, and this was only the beginning.
The campground was alive with passion. Heather and Claire were still high on the aphrodisiac, their eyes wide and their libidos raging. I watched in amazement as they explored each other’s bodies with complete abandon. Heather had no shame in telling Claire exactly what she wanted, and Claire eagerly complied. She twirled her tongue around Heather’s nipples until her daughter was screaming out with pleasure, then made her way down to her swollen clitoris and lapped up its every drop of nectar. Then, Heather pushed Claire onto the blanket underneath us and spread her legs apart so she could feast on the sweet delicacy between them.
As Heather worked away at Claire’s clit with expert precision, I felt my own arousal starting to build inside of me. I wanted to join in but resisted the urge, not wanting to break apart from this intimate moment between mother and daughter. All I could do was watch in awe as they brought one another closer and closer to the point of no return. When Claire finally let out an ear-piercing scream of pleasure, I knew that she had reached her climax – but Heather wasn’t done yet! She kept working away at Claire until she had given every last ounce of pleasure to my wife before collapsing next to her with an exhausted sigh of satisfaction.
We fucked all around the campsite – in the tent, under the stars, against trees and even in the lake once! Heather would take control of most of these encounters, pushing Claire to her limits as she controlled her pleasure. I couldn’t help but notice that Claire was enjoying this new dynamic – her eyes widening with every command Heather gave her.
Every morning I woke up, Claire was tied to the chair again. The next morning Heather was out there with her again, but the the third morning, and final morning Heather was with me in the tent.
The final morning Claire didn’t even have a gag on. As soon as Heather and I exited the tent Claire smiled at us.
“Can I get my cum Love? Heather?”
Heather stepped forward and lightly slapped her mother.
“I’m Daughter,” Heather said. “I find it really hot that your Mommy.” She pointed at me. “He’s Daddy. Understand?”
Claire nodded and Heather kissed her passionately.
“Beg for his cum again,” she said. “This time correctly.”
“Can I have my cum Daddy? Daughter?”
I nodded and entered into my wife’s pussy gladly.
“Thank you Daddy!” she cried, her tongue hanging out of her mouth in pleasure.
Claire was an insatiable lover; each of us felt the rush of her wild, passionate embrace. On the third day, any need for drugs had evaporated as Claire seemed to hang on our every word and desire. She wore a look of pure joy when Heather degraded her, almost begging for more during sex.
We finally left the campground feeling satisfied yet exhausted as we drove away – all of our bodies still buzzing from all the pleasure we’d shared.
At one point during the drive, Heather went to the bathroom at a gas station, and Claire looked at me hungrily.
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