"Tir," Mother purred.I shuddered in delight, looking up at a perfect face framed by silver hair. Lilith. My Mother. She was the Ideal woman, the mold ...ll others were imperfectly cast from. Her lust poured over me, over us. Even my sobbing mother shuddered in pleasure. Lilith ignored my birth-mother, staring down at me."How is the disease progressing?" Wormwood is spreading through the population," I answered, reaching out to sense my half of the disease.I could feel it. Every man who drank from. At one point I had to stand in frontof them and discuss how cum felt in my ass. Why I liked it? Etc.As the day progressed they got even wilder. Finally, they decided they wouldhave a new game. Since my ass was full they tied me on my knees with my handsbehind my back. I was tied so I couldn't fall over or back and two pieces ofrubber were used between my upper and lower teeth to keep my mouth open.Their game was to see how much cum could be shot into my mouth from adistance of one to two. I remember when we watched the sunset after coming out from a movie. I can't remember the film, just the way you looked, bathed in a blood red and bronze-gold glow, like some ancient pagan god.So I enter, smile to the woman who seeks to know my pleasure, I nod toward you, a possessive gesture, and she smiles, sidestepping to let me pass. You turn before I can place my hand on your shoulder, something I long to do, anything for a contact with you. But your smile disarms me before I can become. "Faith spit on his cock, and spread the saliva urgently down the shaft asher tongue explored the wide head. When it was slick, she grasped theroot and started to fellate him, her lips gliding along the shaft softly,then with more pressure. A low rumble of satisfaction escaped fromTyrone's throat, and then Faith turned her back to him, offering her lipsand tongue and throat. He began to move deeper into her mouth, until shegagged a bit and had to stop.Tyrone's cock was simply too wide.Faith.