Chapter 105: Shattered Lineage III
Agnes’s wails filled the room, her body slamming down harder, her clit grinding against his balls, her orgasm ripping through her with a scream, her pussy squirting onto Clara’s face below.
The frenzy escalated, Devon on his back, Clara impaled on his cock facing Agnes, their bodies pressed together as they rode him, their breasts mashing in a sweaty tangle, nipples rubbing in electric friction, their mouths forced into a kiss, tongues tangling in a sloppy, cum-flavored mess.
"Kiss her, Agnes, taste your granddaughter’s mouth while I fill her cunt,"
Devon ordered, thrusting up into Clara, his cock bottoming out with each brutal snap, her pussy farting around him from the force, her juices splashing. Agnes’s tongue delved deep, the kiss turning passionate despite the tears, their moans vibrating into each other as Clara came again, her walls fluttering around him.
He took them side by side, on all fours, switching between their pussies like a man possessed, pounding Clara’s tight, young hole until she screamed, then pulling out to slam into Agnes’s experienced, clenching cunt, the juices mixing on his cock, the air reeking of sex, sweat, and arousal.
"Whose pussy’s tighter? The daughter or the mother?" he taunted, his fingers plunging into the unused hole, double-penetrating them with cock and fingers, their asses jiggling, their moans a chorus of broken pleas and ecstasy.
Clara squirted first, a gush soaking the sheets, Agnes followed, her body convulsing, her pussy milking him as she collapsed.
It culminated in a final, depraved act, Devon pulling Agnes to the edge of the bed, spreading her legs wide as he pounded her missionary, his cock hammering her g-spot, her pearls bouncing wildly, her screams echoing as she came in a flood. Then, spotting Clara’s spread legs, he commanded Agnes, "Eat your granddaughter’s pussy while I fuck you senseless."
Agnes hesitated, sobbing, her face a mask of anguish. "No... please, not that... she’s my baby..." but Devon’s thrust pushed her forward, her face burying between Clara’s thighs, her tongue tentatively lapping at the swollen, dripping folds, tasting the salty-sweet nectar of her own flesh and blood.
"Nanna... oh God, Nanna..." Clara moaned, her hands in Agnes’s hair, pulling her closer as the older woman’s tongue delved deeper, sucking the clit, fingering the hole while Devon pounded Agnes from behind, the force shoving her mouth harder into Clara’s cunt.
The room exploded with their cries, the wet slurps of tongue on pussy, the slap of cock in cunt, until they all shattered in a chain of orgasms, Clara squirting into Agnes’s mouth, Agnes clenching around Devon, and he pulling out to cum again, spraying across their entangled bodies.
Devon stared down at the women who had collapsed by the door, his eyes gleaming with wicked satisfaction, the smile on his face widening into a feral grin that exposed his teeth, like a predator savoring the sight of broken prey.
"Look at you two," he murmured, his voice a low, mocking rumble that sent fresh shivers through them, his cock still semi-hard, slick and twitching, hanging heavy between his thighs.
"Grandmother and granddaughter, reduced to this. But we’re not done yet." Clara whimpered, her hand weakly covering her exposed pussy, the lips puffy and aching, while Agnes glared up at him through tear-matted lashes, her pearls clinking softly as she shifted, her body betraying her with a lingering throb between her legs.
As if struck by a brilliant, depraved idea, Devon’s grin deepened, his mind racing with the delicious cruelty of it. He strode to the table, his naked body moving with predatory grace, muscles rippling under his skin, and snatched up his phone. With a few taps, he dialed Thorne’s number, the ringtone echoing in the room like a death knell.
The call connected on the third ring, Thorne’s voice coming through shaky and uncertain. "Who... who is this?"
Devon’s laugh was cold, triumphant. "You know exactly who this is, Thorne. Turn on your television. Now." He didn’t wait for a response, ending the call with a click, his eyes flicking to the large flat-screen mounted on the wall, where a hidden camera feed he’d set up earlier streamed live, Clara and Agnes on the floor, disheveled and marked, the room a testament to their degradation.
In his dimly lit living room, Thorne froze, the phone slipping from his trembling hand. The voice smooth, commanding, laced with malice belonged to Devon Aldridge, the man who had stolen his position, his life.
His heart pounded, legs weak as he stumbled toward the television, the remote shaking in his grip. "No... what have you done?" he whispered, flipping it on. The screen flickered to life, and Thorne’s world shattered, he collapsed to the ground, knees buckling, eyes wide in abject horror as the image sharpened, his daughter Clara and his mother Agnes, naked and cum-smeared on the floor of a luxurious apartment, Devon standing over them like a conqueror.
"Oh God... no... Clara? Mother?" Thorne’s voice was a strangled cry, his face paling to ashen white, hands clawing at the carpet as tears blurred his vision.
Back in the penthouse, Devon waved mockingly at the camera, knowing Thorne was watching, his grin turning sadistic. "Enjoy the show, old man," he called out, his voice booming through the speakers on Thorne’s end.
He turned to the women, his cock hardening again at the thought of Thorne’s torment, and hauled Clara up by her arm, her body limp but responsive, her pussy still dripping from earlier. "Time to perform for Daddy," he growled, shoving her onto the bed, her legs splaying wide to expose her glistening cunt, the lips parted and inviting despite her sobs.
Clara cried out as Devon positioned himself between her thighs, his cock thick, veined, and fully erect again slapping against her inner thigh, the head leaving a trail of pre-cum on her skin.
"No more... please, it’s too much," she begged, her voice cracking, but Devon ignored her, rubbing the tip against her swollen clit, circling it until she arched involuntarily, a moan escaping despite her tears. He thrust in slowly at first, his girth stretching her walls, the burn making her gasp, her pussy clenching around him like a velvet fist.
"Fuck, you’re still so tight," he grunted, starting a slow rhythm, his hips rolling to grind deep, the head bumping her cervix with each push, her juices squirting out around him in wet spurts.
Clara’s hands fisted the sheets, her body betraying her as pleasure built, her moans turning from pain to reluctant ecstasy, her hips bucking up to meet him. "Stop... oh God, it feels... no..."
Agnes crawled onto the bed, her eyes locked on Clara’s in shared horror, but Devon grabbed her by the hair, pulling her close. "Join the fun, grandmother. Sit on her face let her taste you while I fuck her senseless." Agnes shook her head, sobs wracking her body.
"No... she’s my granddaughter... I can’t..." But Devon’s glare silenced her, and with trembling limbs, she straddled Clara’s face, lowering her dripping pussy onto her mouth. Clara’s tongue darted out instinctively, lapping at the familiar folds, the taste salty and sweet, making Agnes moan despite herself, her hips grinding down.
"Clara... baby... forgive me," Agnes whispered, her hands cupping her own breasts, pinching the nipples as pleasure overtook her resistance.
The fucking intensified, Devon’s thrusts turned brutal, pounding Clara’s cunt with savage force, the wet slap of his balls against her ass echoing, her pussy gushing with each drive, squirting onto the sheets in hot sprays. "let Thorne hear how much you love my cock in your tight little hole," he snarled, his hand slapping her ass red, the sting making her clench harder around him, her moans muffled into Agnes’s pussy.
Agnes rode Clara’s face harder, her clit grinding against her granddaughter’s tongue, her juices flooding Clara’s mouth, the taboo act sending waves of shame and ecstasy through them. "Oh God...babyy, your tongue... deeper," Agnes cried, her body betraying her, her hips bucking as she pinched her nipples harder, twisting them until they ached.
The pleasure spiraled out of control, raw and insane, Clara’s tongue delving deep into Agnes’s cunt, sucking the clit with desperate fervor, her own pussy clenching around Devon’s cock as he hammered her g-spot, making her squirt in endless streams, the bed soaking beneath them.
Agnes leaned forward, her hands roaming Clara’s body, pinching her nipples, slapping her breast until it jiggled, the pain mixing with pleasure in a dizzying haze.
"Nanna... it feels so good... I can’t stop," Clara moaned into Agnes’s pussy, her tongue flicking faster, lapping the juices like a woman starved. Devon pulled out briefly, slapping his cock against Clara’s clit, making her scream, then plunged back in, the force shaking the bed.
Driven by the overwhelming arousal, Clara and Agnes didn’t know when their lips met, their bodies shifting, Agnes leaning down to capture Clara’s mouth in a kiss that was raw, intense, forbidden. Their tongues tangled in a sloppy, cum-flavored mess, Clara tasting her own juices on Agnes’s lips, Agnes devouring the moans from her granddaughter’s throat. "Nanna... kiss me," Clara gasped, her hands pulling Agnes closer, their breasts mashing together, nipples rubbing in electric friction, the kiss turning feral, bites and licks as they lost themselves to the pleasure.
Devon watched, his thrusts faltering in amazement, then redoubling, pounding Clara’s cunt while the women made out above him, their moans vibrating through each other.
Thorne watching from his living room, had his eyes glued to the screen, horror etched across his face like a mask, his mouth open in silent screams as he witnessed his mother and daughter kissing passionately while Devon fucked Clara.
"No... stop... please," he begged the empty room, his hands shaking, tears dried on his cheeks, but his body betrayed him, a tent forming in his pants, his cock hardening against his will at the sight of their writhing bodies, the moans piercing his soul.
"What’s wrong with me?" he whispered, his face burning with embarrassment, his hand pressing against the bulge, trying to will it away, but the arousal only grew, his pre-cum staining his trousers.
Devon spotted it on the camera feed, his grin turning vicious. "Look at that, Thorne, getting hard watching me fuck your family? Pathetic." He flipped Clara over, positioning her on all fours facing the camera, her ass high, pussy dripping, and slammed back in, the angle giving Thorne a perfect view of his cock stretching her hole, the lips gripping him like a glove, juices squirting with each thrust. "Watch this, old man, see how they love it." Agnes straddled Clara’s back, her pussy grinding against her granddaughter’s ass, their bodies a tangled mess as Devon pounded, the slaps loud and wet.
The sex exploded into even more positions, Devon pulling Agnes down, spreading her legs wide as he fucked her missionary, his cock hammering her g-spot, her pussy farting around him from the force, her screams echoing as she squirted, soaking his balls.
"Take it, your cunt’s still so greedy," he grunted, his hands mauling her breasts, pinching the nipples until she wailed, her pearls bouncing wildly.
Clara watched, fingering her own pussy, then joined, straddling Agnes’s face, grinding her cunt onto her grandmother’s tongue, the lapping sounds obscene. "Eat me, Nanna... make me cum," Clara moaned, her hips rolling, juices flooding Agnes’s mouth.
They switched, Devon on his back, Agnes impaled reverse cowgirl, her ass bouncing as she took him deep, her pussy creaming in thick rings, her hands spreading her cheeks for better penetration. Clara sat on his face, her pussy smothering him, his tongue fucking her hole while his fingers plunged into her ass, stretching the tight ring. "Oh fuck... deeper, Devon... stretch me," Clara cried, her body convulsing, squirting into his mouth.
The frenzy peaked Devon standing, Clara and Agnes on their knees sucking him off again, their mouths alternating, tongues lapping his balls and shaft, then bending them over the bed side by side, fucking their pussies in turn, the juices mixing, their asses jiggling, moans blending into a chorus.
It culminated with Agnes on her back, Clara straddling her face as Devon fucked Agnes, but the pleasure crested when Agnes’s tongue delved into Clara’s pussy from below, lapping hungrily while Devon hammered Agnes’s cunt. "Nanna... your tongue... fuck my pussy," Clara screamed, grinding down, her juices flooding Agnes’s mouth.
Devon pulled out, stroking his cock furiously, cumming in explosive ropes across their bodies splattering Clara’s breasts and face, Agnes’s stomach and pussy, the hot seed marking them like property. In their shameless ecstasy, Clara scooped the cum from her breast, sucking her fingers clean with a moan, "Tastes so good..." Agnes followed, her fingers dipping into her pussy to mix with Devon’s load, bringing it to her mouth, licking greedily.
Thorne who was on the other side watching had cum in his pants, the wet stain spreading as horror and arousal collided, wetting himself in a final disaster of shame, collapsing in sobs as the screen went black.