“Oh, fuck yes!” Marie pants, before diving back into your crotch with renewed vigour.
She opens her mouth wide and practically dives on to your cock. Engulfing the entirety, she only stops when your cock punches up against the back of her throat. You give her bulging cheeks a couple of quick slaps before reaching down and grabbing her nipples again, twisting them and mauling her massive tit-flesh under your fingers. You’re not gentle, your fingers sinking in deep enough to leave red fingerprints. If it causes Marie any discomfort, she shows no sign of it. Marie grabs both your legs and presses harder into you, finally starting to gag as she mauls the head of your cock against her tonsils.
Your step-mom Clara remains blissfully oblivious as her step-daughter deepthroats you in the back seat, wet gagging noises barely obscured by the honking of traffic jam road rage and the obscene display only hidden by virtue of your sister’s thick ass obscuring the passenger window. Rose has shuffled as far as possible towards the window on her side with her legs tucked up under her, pressing her feet against your side in an attempt to push the two of you as far away from her as she can.
It’s of no concern to you. As soon as the head of your cock popped into the tight, warm embrace of Marie’s throat, you lost all hesitation. Removing your hands from her mauled tits, you grab her hair with both hands and start bucking your hips. Marie’s hands surreptitiously disappear between her thick thighs, and the rapid movement suggests she’s having some fun of her own.
GACK GACK GACK GACK!
Jerking off with your sister’s throat, it isn’t long before the telltale signs appear. You feel your orgasm reach a tipping point and, burying yourself balls deep, your ballsack contracts and you unleash what feels like a torrent of semen directly into Marie’s stomach. Your big sis withdraws slowly with a wet shlorp. Opening her mouth wide, her makeup completely ruined, you look down at her. Tears streaked in black mascara trace lines down her pretty face from watery eyes, lipstick smeared and her chin covered in dangling strands of gag-spit and drool. She pumps the last few strands of chunky cum into her gaping mouth and makes a show of swirling her tongue around. Scooping the slop from your shaft and balls, she licks you clean and opens her mouth again, gargling the filth before closing her lips and swallowing with an exaggerated gulp. She licks her lips and smiles.
“Yummy!” She exclaims. “Buuut, it seems a shame not to share.”
Scooping up all the left over cum and throat slop from the middle seat under your crotch into cupped palms, she taps Rose on the shoulder. Rose turns around with a roll of her eyes before promptly getting a double palm full of your combined body fluids slapped into her face with a laugh from Marie.
She screams in horror as your nut-juice and her sister’s spittle drips from her face.
“Oh my god, would you please be quiet. This day is stressful enough as it is!” Clara yells in response to Rose’s screeching. “I love you honey, but I’ve told you kids to be quiet already! Once we get there, your phone is confiscated! I’ve had enough of your drama!”
Your step-mom finally looks in the rear view mirror, but Marie has already scooted back to her seat, pulled up her top and is facing the window as if nothing happened. You pull your shirt down over your exposed crotch as best you can, leaving Rose gesticulating wildly with a face dripping with cum.
“Oh, you had best not be making a mess back there Rose! That’s it, you are grounded! No, stop arguing. No phone, no laptop, no arguing. Honestly, I must be spoiling you. You could take a lesson from John and Marie once in a – stop talking back to me young lady!”
Clara’s unjust admonishment continues, but slowly fades into silence as your senses start to dull. You turn to look at Marie, but the shadows creeping up around you have already engulfed her. Huh. Well, you got what you came for. You suppose there’s nothing stopping you from jerking off and shoving your cock back inside one of your sisters to keep this scenario going – and in other timelines you suppose you must – but for now, you decide to try something new. In a few scant seconds, everything returns to a calming void and you find yourself standing once again in the endless data mining liminal space.
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For an alternative timeline where Rose gets her throat plugged, see Ch.2B.
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