Horny Pregnant Wife
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Chapter 4
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 4 - Leah is horny and pregnant, luckily her sister Lynn shows up to help her out
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Consensual Lesbian Heterosexual Shemale Cheating Slut Wife Incest Sister Father FemaleDom Humiliation Spanking White Male White Female Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Facial Lactation Oral Sex Pregnancy Scatology Sex Toys Squirting Water Sports AI Generated
The shame and humiliation came crashing down on Leah as she saw all these strangers filming her begging to have a baby put inside her by Daisy, a tranny she had known less than an hour.
Leah heard alot of comments as the strangers were leaving the bathroom like, can you believe what that slut just did, I hope she comes back I’d like to try her, she’s knocked up for sure, can’t believe she’s married, did you know she was Lynn’s sister i bet she’s almost as big as sex freak as she is.
Eventually only Lynn, Daisy and Leah were left in the bathroom. Daisy’s cock slowly slipped out of Leah’s stretched out pussy, but the big flow of cum Leah expected didn’t happen. It was inside here probably swarming all over her eggs. Leah slowly sank to her knees as Daisy stood up and started to leave.
“Wait Daisy you can’t leave with all that cum on your cock, Leah thank Daisy for fucking your cheating married pussy, clean that cum off her cock” Lynn demand. Leah looked jump as Daisy slapped her cock on Leah’s head, it wasn’t hard anymore but it was still an impressive cock. Leah took it in her mouth and started licking and sucking up their combined cum from Daisy’s amazing cock. When Leah was done Daisy put her cock away and helped Leah to her feet, she hugged her and whispered an address in Leah’s ear. “You should come over some weekend, “I would love to have you all weekend to myself, maybe try out that ass of yours and a few more things, plus I have friends” Daisy said in a very sultry voice. Then she gave Leah a final kiss with lots of tongue and turned and left. “You were right Lynn she is one hot fucking slut” Daisy remarked as the door closed.
Lynn was burning up inside, watching her sister being fucked by Daisy had her wet, hot and horny. Lynn grabbed her sister and pushed her back in the stall, she quickly sat down spread her legs, “ok sister I’m wet and horny come lick my pussy, I’m dying to cum in that little slutty mouth of yours”. Leah resumed her place on the floor and dived into her sister’s wet pussy, gid she was tired but Lynn’s pussy tasted so good. Leah hated to admit it but she really loved eating out her sister’s pussy, hopefully when they finished here Lynn would take her back to her place so Leah could spend all night between her sisters legs.
Something wicked and dirty popped into Lynn’s head as she started cumming in Leah’s mouth, she she finished shaking and regained her wits she had Leah lean back then to tilt her head back as far as it would go. Lynn stood and placed her pussy right over Leah’s mouth. Leah for her part was confused there was no way she could eat her sister out in this position. “Sis were about to break another taboo, I saw you lick and swallow a few drops of that old lady’s pee, well your about to get a mouth of mine enjoy” Lynn stated right before she started peeing Leah’s open mouth, Leah tried swallowing as fast as she could but it was still getting all over her face in her hair and running down her body. Your my own little personal toilet now sis Lynn was saying as she finished peeing. “Don’t you dare swallow that last mouth full till I tell you to slut” Lynn barked. Leah heard the command to late as she swallowed the last mouth full of her sister’s piss. Lynn’s face turned angry, “you’ll have to be punished for that slut”.
The bass from the club thudded through the brick like a dying heartbeat, muffled and wet, as Lynn pulled the steel door open and shoved her sister through it. Leah stumbled barefoot onto the cracked asphalt, her naked body breaking out in goosebumps under the orange wash of the security light. The alley smelled like old grease, piss, and the sweet rot of a dumpster that hadn’t been emptied since Thursday.
“Keep moving,” Lynn said, her hand flat between Leah’s shoulder blades. There were five of them back there, arranged like furniture around a burning trash can. Two men sat on milk crates, their faces mapped with grime and hard living. A third lay against the far wall with a bottle between his thighs. The fourth man stood zipping his fly, and beside him, a woman with gray hair and no shoes sat cross-legged on a flattened cardboard box, scratching her ankle through a hole in her leggings.
They all looked up when the door opened. The one zipping his fly stopped mid-zip. “Jesus Christ,” he said. Lynn walked Leah forward until the heat of the fire touched her bare thighs. “This is my sister,” she announced, her voice flat, like she was introducing a new hire. “She’s going to take care of all of you tonight.” Leah’s arms crossed over her chest, then dropped. She was shivering, her nipples hard, her cunt already glistening from her early fuck with Daisy. The smell of her own arousal mixed with the alley’s stench.
“Lynn, please...” “Shut up.” Lynn grabbed a fistful of Leah’s hair and yanked her head back. “You don’t leave until every single one of these people is done with you. That’s your punishment. You understand me?” The woman on the cardboard cackled. “Shit, I ain’t had my pussy licked since Reagan was in office.”
The man with the bottle took a long swallow and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “She for real?” “Dead serious,” Lynn said. She released Leah’s hair and stepped back toward the door, crossing her arms. “Go on, big sister. Show them what you’re good for.” Leah stood there a moment, her chest rising and falling, her eyes moving from one dirty face to the next. Then she dropped to her knees on the asphalt, the grit biting into her skin, and crawled toward the man who’d been zipping his fly.
“Come here, sweetheart,” he said, his voice suddenly thick. He pulled his cock out the rest of the way. It was half-hard, veined, the head dark and wet already. Leah didn’t hesitate. She took him into her mouth, tasting the salt and the sour tang of old sweat, and began to work him with her tongue.
The others moved closer, drawn by the wet sounds of her mouth. The man on the milk crate unzipped and started stroking himself, his knuckles cracked and black with dirt. The woman got up off her cardboard and shuffled over, standing behind Lynn, watching.
“That’s it,” Lynn called from the door. “Take it all the way down. I want to see you choke on it.”
Leah gagged, her throat convulsing around him, but she didn’t pull off. Spit ran down her chin and dripped onto her tits. The man grabbed the back of her head and fucked her face in short, brutal thrusts, grunting like an animal. When he came, he held her nose against his pubic bone and emptied himself down her throat. She swallowed, coughed, swallowed again.
“Good girl,” Lynn said. “Next.”
The man from the milk crate was already standing, his cock jutting from his filthy jeans. He was bigger than the first, and when Leah took him in her mouth she had to stretch her jaw wide. He didn’t last long—two minutes of her tongue working the underside of his shaft and he was pulling out, jerking himself off across her face. The cum landed hot and thick on her cheek, her lips, her eyelashes. She blinked through it.
“Don’t wipe it off,” Lynn snapped. “Leave it there.”
The woman pushed forward then, shoving the men aside. She pulled her leggings down around her ankles and sat on the milk crate, spreading her legs. The smell hit Lynn first—sharp, unwashed, weeks of sweat and discharge baked into the fabric. Leah lowered her face between the woman’s thighs and licked. The hair was coarse and gray, matted with grime. She found the woman’s clit under the folds and sucked it, working two fingers inside her. The woman moaned, a low, phlegmy sound, and grabbed Leah’s hair with both hands.
“Fuck, that’s a tongue,” she rasped. “Don’t stop, don’t you fucking stop.”
Leah didn’t. She licked and sucked and fingered until the woman’s thighs clamped around her head and she came with a shudder that rattled the milk crate.
The third man had crawled over while Leah was busy. He was behind her now, his hands on her ass, spreading her cheeks. She felt his tongue first—rough, insistent, lapping at her asshole. Then he was positioning himself, and she felt the blunt pressure of his cock against her. He pushed in dry, and Leah screamed into the woman’s cunt.
“Take it,” Lynn said. “Take every inch.”
He fucked her ass hard, his hips slapping against her, his fingers digging into her hips. The woman had cum but Leah kept licking, kept working her through the aftershocks while the man pounded into her from behind. When he came, he pulled out and shot across her lower back, thick ropes of it pooling in the dimples above her ass. The last man was the one with the bottle. He’d been watching, drinking, his eyes glassy and unfocused. Now he stood, swaying slightly, and pointed at his cock.
“On your back,” Lynn said. “Legs open.” Leah rolled onto the filthy asphalt, her body streaked with cum and dirt and sweat. The man knelt between her thighs and pushed into her pussy with one clumsy thrust. The man’s cock slid into her with a wet, graceless shove, and Leah’s head knocked back against the cracked asphalt. He fucked her like he was falling, each thrust a stumble he caught with his hips, his breath sour with cheap wine and something older. His hands found her tits and squeezed, thumbs grinding her nipples flat. Some milk leaked out which the dirty old man quickly sucked up. “ Feeding more than your baby with those milk filled tits” laughed Lynn.
“Kiss your lover Leah, wrap your legs around him and show him what a good fuck you are” Lynn demanded.
With tears in her eyes Leah and the man kissed, he tasted awful yet even that couldn’t stop her pussy from gripping his cock even tighter. She stared up at the orange security light, the way it haloed through the smoke from the trash can, and counted the thrusts until he stiffened.
“Fuck,” he grunted, cumming deep inside Leah’s once pristine pussy but now just a cum dump for anyone her sister wanted her to fuck. He sat back on his heels, breathing hard, then crawled away toward the wall and his bottle.
Lynn lay still, her chest heaving. The asphalt bit into her back. Cum cooled on her stomach, her face, her lower back. She could feel the man’s seed leaking out of her pussy, mixing with the grit beneath her.
“Get up,” Lynn said. Leah pushed herself onto her elbows. Her legs trembled. The alley swam for a moment—the fire, the milk crates, the dark shapes of the others watching.
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