Katie is bucking at my face like a wild woman. She begins to moan louder. Louder than she ever has before, “Ohhhhhhh…Ohhhhhhhh..,” as her body s...arted shaking. “Don’t stop…don’t stop,” she gasps. I continue to plunge my finger into her as I started sucking on her clitoris. “Oh fuck I’m cumming…” Katie’s body feels like its convulsing as her legs are like pythons wrapping around me as her pelvis rises from the bed against my mouth. Her legs finally relax and fall limp on the bed. I continue to. I felt the pain and knew what the final outcome would be, yet I was not at all troubled. Go figure! It's like I'm both here yet not here. Gore-at-lum (at least that's what they were chanting) grabbed Belinda's quivering thighs and pulled her body towards his. She felt pain and screamed, his claws mercilessly digging into her legs drawing more blood. Belinda's arms, her hands chained to the top of the altar, were pulled out of their sockets with a sickening pop. Her screams faded to constant. But wait what was he doing to her now? He had brought his disgusting old man cock fully out of her snatch and as he was stuffing it back in her pussy queffed. A delicious sounding pussy fart!! She turned red and turned around as best she could to see his face in absolute rapture as his hands were holding on to her hips and he kept thrusting with controlled abandon. Making her pussy continually fart. The constant assault on her sensitive young clit by his winkled ball sack was bringing her to. That's it." Jake had seen all of this in one quick unforgetable glance. And if it had been too erotic a sight to believe, their soft reassuring voices as they coaxed their daughter to ever heightened sexual awareness and performance at the same time, convinced Jake that what he had seen hadn't been a delusion. Apparently, Mrs. Ventnor didn't limit her sexual overtures to just the boy next door. Mrs. Ventnor liked to go down on her own daughter....while her daughter was sucking off her own.