Yours Lustfully – Liberation Ch. 03

Hello Readers

The journey of your favorite family whores, Stella, Maya, and their aunt Rita, is soon come to its grand finale. But before that, here’s the final chapter on their new found liberation regarding sex and their absolute acceptance of the sluts within them.

To the new readers: Yours Lustfully is a chain story about 3 characters, and their journey’s to whore-dom. For your fun, I’d recommend reading the preceding chapters first. Will make you cum harder!

Enjoy!

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The sunlight cracked through the blowing curtains as Moin opened his eyes. His large frame was half hanging outside the oval mattress, as he rolled over to sit on its edge. The discarded underwear sat atop his bedroom slippers, and he pulled it back up, standing next to the bed.

The tip of his flaccid penis felt sore as the fabric brushed against it. His long shirt was lying just a few steps ahead of him, and he slid it back on. Turning around, he faced the bed and was mesmerized by the sight on display.

Laying in front of him was perhaps the most beautiful woman he had devoured in his long life. Her soft features, pink lips and childlike innocence made him wonder how deceptive looks could be.

The nose ring stuck out under from under her long tresses, covering one half of her face, and it certainly added a sensuality to her doll-like face. The tresses ended just over her massive cleavage, which was barely covered by the sleeveless, magenta colored, satin night dress, that was a few sizes too small for her frame, and more heavily stained than a car wipe.

Her right breast hung out of the dress, showing all signs of passion that were deserving of a flesh so meaty and pert. Even in her state of slumber, her nipple was standing erect, inviting a touch or a flick of the tongue.

With her right hand and knee on the mattress, her naked thighs crossed over each other, covering the openings that were invaded all night by the brothers’, as though it was there last night on Earth!

As Moin feast his eyes over her warm body, he noticed how she begun to squirm, as his brother Javeds’ butch hand groped her exposed boob. His eyes met hers, as she sleepily studied the strong torso in front of her, and the stiffness that pointed in her direction.

She gave Moin a warm smile, and telepathically, moved Javed’ roaming hand, pushing away from him.

As quietly as she could, she sat up on the edge of the bed, without bothering to stuff her belongings back into her dress. Moin felt a pull towards her, not the least because she was tugging him forward by his aching manhood.

Placing his hands on her head, his morning wood disappeared down her oral orifice, a feat she had recently mastered. He tried not to moan, as she exercised the inner walls of her mouth and tongue to massage his twitching member. Her hands would alternate between weighing his sack and stroking his member, both with a tender touch.

Steffi could taste the stale piss mixed with her nocturnal juices, with the fresh dose of pre-cum joining the concoction. He was certainly a big man, and despite her best efforts, she had to let go of her oral grip from time to time and compensate it with a generous lick of his shaft and sack.

But as soon as could feel the familiar movement within his sack, her lips would automatically circle his shaft and the pace of her tugs would increase, much like now.

With her mouth at the base of his shaft, she felt his streams hit the back of her throat. In the past, this would have gagged her, but she could now swallow all of it, given the practice and frequency with which she had used this tool.

As he slipped out of her mouth, she looked up at him and opened her mouth just enough to show him what he had contributed. Before he could react, she gulped it all in one swift motion, and gave him a satisfied wink.

His eyes implored her to clean up, but he could only see her lie down once again, pushing her back into his brother. Moin walked away from the scene, as despite his endurance, his age was beginning to tell on him.

He gave her one last glance, as he opened the bedroom door, and shut it behind him without any further thought.

Steffi licked her lips and placed her hand on Javed’ manhood, which was hanging just behind her ass. In slow, gentle strokes, she started tugging away at the sleeping monster. It didn’t take long for the stiffness to be felt in her palm, as his hand started kneading her breasts and pinching her taut nipples.

She let go of his manhood, and placed her right foot on her left calf, with her back to Javed. Inch by inch he sunk into her rear orifice, the closest entrance to his disposal. His rough fingers rolled around in her wanton mouth, as he stopped once he was balls deep insider her.

The roaming hand fondled her breasts once more before it traced its path down to her groin, and the fat fingers drove right into her tiny aperture.

“You’re wet,” he said in her ear, sinking his stubble into the nape of her neck. Steffi jerked her torso, shuddering at his misbehaving fingers and wrist-width penis still lodged up her rear, motionless.

But as stream after stream of her pent-up fluids hit his palm, Javed caught hold of her negligée in a bunch over her breasts and started pounding her as if this was the final time he’d ever have her.

She could feel her juices against her own breasts, as his sticky palm crushed her heaps unapologetically. In a jiffy, she was rolled onto her torso, and felt his knees on both sides of her thighs, as he mounted her like a stallion. Her night pillow was quickly slid under groin, and the rest of the session was a blur.

When Steffi opened her eyes one final time, all that she felt was her ravaged puckered hole, the pillow still beneath her, and Rob the butler standing next to the bed, with a tray full of breakfast.

Thankfully Javed had covered her with a blanket when he’d left the room, although at this point, she wasn’t sure if the butler had also spread his butter on her toast.

“Good morning,” he said with a trembling breath, as he placed the tray on the side table. The pleasantry on his lips, the concern in his eyes, and the boner in his pants were all sincere.

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“Wow, this feels good every single time,” Dave said, pulling up his boxers. “My dick feels like it’s on crack, or in your case, inside your crack,” he said, patting Ritas’ cheeks.

Rita pulled her top down and pulled up her pajamas. She still had toothpaste around her lips, but it was difficult to keep Dave off her, as his manhood made a very compelling case.

She rinsed her mouth with the cold water, but didn’t bother washing up her privates just yet, as she did not want to expose them to the insatiable young man hovering about her.

“Man, why is it so hard to pee when you’ve just fucked! I thought I cleared my pipes back there,” he thought out aloud, standing over the commode. “Damn, I am still hard!”

Rita walked behind him and, much to his astonishment, grabbed his greasy penis with her wet hands.

“Wow aunty, what are you doing?” he asked with bewilderment, as she massaged his tool tenderly.

“Nothing. I just want to ensure your peeing in the pot. Although I am disappointed that I couldn’t take care of this stiffness,” she said behind him.

“Not if you keep stroking it, baby. I love what Robin has done to you,” Dave said, enjoying the rub and tug.

“Speaking of Robin, where is he? He didn’t come back to us last night,” she asked curiously. She saw some piss trickle down his oozing aperture but kept her grip just a fraction short of his head.

“I don’t know,” Dave replied with some discomfort, “but clearly you are itching to give him a hand.”

Rita flushed the toilet and washed her hands, as Dave wiped her juices off his erection. “That was pretty neat,” he said, walking over to Rita, grabbing her by the arm, just as she was stepping out of the bathroom.

“But you’ve made me hard again. You need to take care of it now.”

“Do I?” she said, feeling his bulge. “You do realize that I still haven’t cleaned up what you’ve recently left inside me.”

“Such a cleanliness freak,” he chided. “But you’ve just cleaned your mouth, I noticed. Perhaps put that to fresh use.”

Rita considered it for a second but shook her head in negative. “You’ve just taken a leak, Dave. I am not putting it in my mouth!”

Dave dug into his boxers and pulled out his erection. “Yes, but I wiped it in front of you. Don’t worry,” he said, trying to sound reassuring, “there is nothing more in this sack that you haven’t tasted already.”

“Are you sure,” Rita asked rhetorically, knowing well that an honest answer was a pipe dream.

“I swear on your breasts,” Dave replied, massaging her tits softly. “Please do it.”

It looked ripe and red and was pointing rather expectedly at Ritas’ belly. “Oh lord, you’re such a bully,” she replied, and reluctantly went down on her haunches.

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Steffi walked down the winding staircase leading into the hall down below. It had been almost two hours since her morning session with the brothers, and thankfully, Rob the butler had disappeared in the blink of an eye without laying a finger on her nubile body.

The breakfast felt cold yet necessary, as she had to rinse her mouth and take a shower, to wash every leftover inside and on her body. But she knew she had to eat to remain standing around the tireless brothers.

Moin was sitting at the end of the long dining table, reading a newspaper. He was wearing his glasses and looked his age, and reminded her of her father, an image that shook away instantly. He didn’t notice her presence till she sat down next to him and started pouring herself a cup of coffee.

He put down the newspaper and looked at the baby-faced assassin, who looked fresh as a daisy, with tiny droplets of water still running down her long hair.

“Good morning, Stella. Slept well?” he asked, taking a sip of his warm tea.

“I thought you wished me a few hours ago,” she said, crunching into her toast.