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Once Ruby first noticed that Blake and Yang went out constantly but never to the same place, it became all she could notice. There was something nagging at her constantly about the whole situation that she found herself unable to put her fingers on. What were they doing? What did it mean? Blake and Yang were happily married, and living with the couple, Ruby got to see that they were happy with one another and deep in love, and yet, they seemed to be distant once it came time to go out at night. She almost never saw them head out together, often not even leaving at the same time. It should have been nothing. It probably was nothing. Ruby had no reason to be so paranoid and concerned about it all, but she found herself totally unable to stop thinking about it, focused to an overwrought and frustrating degree on this non-mystery she had become fixated on.
"It has to be nothing," she told herself, but it kept building. Kept almost festering in her as she went about her days, as she tried her best to be normal and to avoid anything that could have been a problem. This shouldn't have been an issue, but the longer she tried to go on telling herself that, the more of an issue it felt like it was. Ruby found herself trapped in the indecisive frustration of not knowing why she was so obsessed with this, but each passing day brought on a deeper sense that whatever was amiss here, she wanted to know. it was a need inside of her, something nagging at her thoughts and pulling her to want to seek out the truth at any cost.
Maybe life was getting too ordinary. Maybe she thought something was going on and her sister was doing something she wasn’t supposed to be. she didn't really know one way or another what she felt, she just knew she was sneaking around and slinking in the shadows behind her sister on the streets, an oversized green hoodie she'd bought solely to blend in and look different hiding her identity. It wasn't the saddest attempt at being sneaky she'd ever done, and she hoped that Yang wouldn't look over her shoulder while walking down the street, something she thankfully didn't do in her adventures further to her destination. Yang moved with purpose through the streets with a confidence that reinforced to Ruby that whatever she was doing, she was confident about it, which hopefully meant that it was largely nothing.
Whatever idea Ruby had in her mind of where her sister was going, she definitely wasn't prepared to stumble upon a club. It seemed at once too mundane an answer but too salacious an answer; there were only so many reasons Yang could have wanted to be around a club and none of them made Ruby feel good about what was happening. She slipped in and began her explorations. It was barely late afternoon, so the club was pretty lax, but that only left her more confused by the fact Yang wasn't immediately at the bar. It raised more questions and concerns for Ruby to have to consider, and she began to explore, keeping her hood up and stumbling around the loosely populated club where the music was already too loud and the floor felt a little sticky under her boots.
Yang's continued lack of presence made her begin to wander around, and that was Ruby's biggest mistake yet, because she wasn't used to many clubs but certainly not this sort of club, which made her absolutely clueless about where she was stumbling into when she saw something called the 'cash booth'. That was a weird one, but maybe that was where Yang was. She was here making money for some weird reason. Utterly clueless but eager to find out where her sister was and get the answers she sought, Ruby stepped into the cash booth hoping it would grant her some sort of relieving sense of what her sister was really up to, which would hopefully prove to be something so mundane and so completely harmless that Ruby was going to feel silly for ever doubting Yang or thinking anything nefarious was going on.
Stepping into the cash room, all Ruby found was an empty closet with a hole in the wall down at hip level.
This was the weirdest thing yet. Ruby looked around at the sign on the wall talking about how to cash out and get a cut 'after service'. Service for what? Nothing was happening in this room. Naive and completely unaware of what a glory hole was, Ruby did her part to just try and figure out what any of this was while running down the clock on being able to prevent disaster from occurring, because by being in the 'cash booth', Ruby had activated a light on the other side of that hole, and the worst case scenario was quickly upon her.
"Alright, let's get this going." Ruby recognized the voice anywhere; that was Yang. Her sister spoke clearly, and Ruby clenched up. She didn't want to be caught, and that left her silent and terrified, unsure exactly what she was supposed to do with all of it. "I've been waiting for days to come visit here."
Before Ruby could sort out her scrambled thoughts and do something to make some better sense of it, she was thrown for a loop by the push of a penis right through the hole in the wall. Very definitely Yang's penis. Ruby knew her sister had one, even if she had never seen it before, but she could put two and two together, staring now at her sister's well endowed and rigid cock. This wasn't the plan at all. None of this was how this was supposed to go, and staring down at it with such dizzy panic left her with an uncertain sense that she was going to crash.
Her eyes couldn't get off of her sister's dick, though. That was maybe the worst and most high-pressure part of all of this. Staring enthralled at every inch through the hole in the wall, Ruby was too flush to even think about the implications of Yang cheating on her wife here with strangers. At least, presumably cheating; sex had to be what happened here, right? Ruby still wasn't sure about any of it, but she felt like she was learning the hard way, staring in the awkward tension and confusion of inaction. She didn't know what to do or how to save herself now from all of this, her eyes simply marveling at the strangeness of this all. this was wrong and weird and so dramatically unhinged that she didn't know what to make of any of it.
"First time at the glory hole, huh?" Yang could tell something was up. "It's alright, I'm not surprised you're feeling shy. But I'm a patient gal, why don't I talk you through it?" Yang was well-meaning and steady, wanting to make this work out somehow, wanting to be friendly and helpful however she could. "Just start touching it. You can warm up."
Ruby didn't know why she reached her hand out. She felt like she was losing her mind even considering doing it, but her hand reached forward before she could think about doing anything else, taking it firmly in hand and opening up to the strangest of pleasures, a mess of ferocity and panic that built up hotter and stranger. Her fingers rapped around the cock, and she could feel the pressure building in her, but she gave in to it, starting to work her hand back and forth along the cock, opening up the strange embrace of something that felt absolutely wrong to her. She had to be quiet, had to not make a sound, lest she reveal her identity to Yang.
"Not bad, not bad." It was pretty bad. But Yang felt like she could salvage it. "Now start to stroke. Take it slow, you can explore." Good thing the glory hole didn't charge by the hour.
Giving her sister a handjob was the sort of unthinkable burst of utter weirdness that Ruby really did not want to be giving in to, but she felt like she was unable to resist these weird pressures now. Her hand began to stroke, working back and forth along the cock while she shifted nervously on her feet. Yang's dick felt incredibly warm in her hand, and the idea of giving her sister a handjob brought on a lot of complicated emotions all at once, a lot of feelings she was just supposed to make sense of.
Ruby could have run away. She could have simply bailed on this, fled away before Yang caught her and never looked back over her shoulder. She found her answers only to find she didn't want these answers, and the strange pressures upon her now left her deeply unprepared to handle herself or deal with these things. And yet there she was, pumping her hand along the cock, slowly finding her confidence while marveling at how much cock there was to stroke. Never before had Ruby put thought to how well endowed her sister was, but it was now all she could think about, all she could look down at while these shaky rushes of weird pleasures burned through her body and she welcomed the weird pressures to come. There wasn't any real way to contain her thoughts now, but she was giving up to this.
The strokes improved significantly, Yang, feeling a relief slide off her shoulders from the other side. "That's it," she said, biting her lip, keeping her hips flush to the wall and offering up her cock to the mystery girl on the other end of the wall. "Just take it slow, you're doing great. Use your hands while you get a feel for it. I've talked girls through this before, you'll do fine." Yang wasn't in a hurry to do anything or jump into too much too quickly. She was interested in getting off and getting through this no matter what it took, and that came with a willingness to feel this out. She wasn't lying about coaching girls at the glory hole before; it was all good fun, and she wanted to make sure the person on the other side of the wall was having as much fun as she was.
Why was Ruby still here? Everything screamed inside of her to just book it and flee this situation while she still could, certain that she had no good reason to be here and definitely sure that letting this keep happening was only making the situation worse and weirder for her. But at the same time, she didn't really want to. There was no coercive pressure holding Ruby in place; Yang seemed patient and good natured about the whole thing, and anxiety accounted for some of what she was doing, but Ruby felt the almost gravitational pull of being enthralled and dizzy and wanting to explore. She couldn't help herself now, compelled by the intrigue and the passion of wanting to see what this all was.
It was her sister's cock drawing her in. Some fascinated part in the back of her head went over Yang mentally. Perky, vivacious, stacked, stunning. Maybe Ruby had a bit of an unresolved something about her sister. Maybe she was opening herself up to these pleasures now because she wanted it badly. There didn't feel like any good way to argue to the contrary when she was embracing this so abruptly, and she was giving up deeper, exploring her way into letting this pleasure take her, finding that she was open to the idea, that she was curious and hungry and ready to explore. It made so little sense to her, but it was also everything she didn't realize she needed until it was too late, until she was embracing the weird and frustrating depths of pressure and passion with little sense of how to slow it down.
"Now spit on your hand and make it a bit wetter," Yang said. "Trust me, it'll be good." Yang held firm in her position, intrigued by this and wanting to guide this all down. "Get a bit wild, we're having fun here."
Ruby choked on a noise that she tried to keep in her throat, struggling to hold back the very strange tensions and frustrations that urged her down, a mess of dizzy throbs and thrills begging her to fall deeper. She pulled her hand back and spit on her palm, then brought her grasp down onto the cock once more, a wetter, slicker hand ready now for these very weird pressures. Every sensation and temptation inside of her felt downright bizarre, an erratic mess of frustrations to explore and indulge in, tending slowly and with great confusion. There wasn't a whole lot here she was sure how to make sense of, but Ruby was committing to it, giving in deeper and pumping her sister's cock.
Every throb of it in her hand made her body shudder. This was the strangest thing she had ever felt, a bizarre rush of frustration to experience and fumble her way through, a dizziness urging her to continue giving in to something totally bizarre, baffling in its confrontational fever and urging her to give in completely to the unquestioning, unflinching ecstasy of letting go. The cock wanted more, and Ruby felt like an absolute mess trying to keep up with all this, opening herself to the spectacle and the strangeness of whatever Yang wanted, all while she inched ever closer to the panic and ruin of letting this take her. Yang's appreciation left Ruby feeling oddly excitable, a rush of confusion pulling her to continue to give in, insisting itself upon her and making her feel too dizzy to know how to let go and relax.
"Not very talkative, huh? That's okay. I figure most people are shy about it, that's why they want a wall to keep anyone from seeing them." Yang was too chatty for her own good. "I'm not really afraid of being caught slutting it up, though. I just think it's hot to have a mouth wrapped around my cock and not knowing who it is. It could be anyone there, you know? I never know if it's the mouth of someone I know wrapped around my dick, but if they know and I don't, maybe that's even hotter." She had no idea it was Ruby; Yang really was just filling space and air with her voice, hating silence and needing it over the very minor noise of a wet handjob.
Wincing tight and trying her best to overcome her shaky nerves, Ruby was still there, feeling like she had to admit she really did want this in some insane way, but also having zero idea how to contain these growing frustrations, embracing the continued escalation of her shame. Her handjob wasn't purposeful enough to quite come around into anything that fully made sense to her, and which wasn't coming close to getting Yang off. It was just an extended foreplay segment at a glory hole. She just kept pumping, awkward and uncertain and trying her best to make some sort of sense of growing frustrations pulling her to be conquered by all these very strange passions and pressures. This was getting to her, and Ruby could tell that she was just going to have to roll with this if she wanted to get through it, and she was in too deep to really stop it now.
"You can start to suck on it whenever you’re ready," Yang added, trying to keep good natured but also feeling the swell of impatience getting to her, a steady burn toward wanting more, feeling impatient and tense and wondering how to best handle the growing frustrations pulling her in. Her cock wanted more. It needed more. Yang couldn't ignore that fire and that passion.
Ruby had to hold back a nervous whine and a senseless, shaky pulse of confusion, knowing she in deep and knowing she was in no way ready to deal with any of this. So much was happening, and all of it was simply too weird to make any sense of. And yet she was sinking to her knees now, her chest tight, her head spinning. She should have run. She could have run. To continue giving in to all of this was an over the line plunge into things she ought to have been better than, but Ruby couldn’t help it. She was giving in to this, finding herself unable to really fight or ignore the growing frustrations that came with all of this. Bringing her lips down onto the cock, Ruby crossed over into something far more insane and wicked.
And yet all she felt was the urgent desire to explore. Taking the cock into her mouth and sucking it down, she felt the burning intensity upon her now. Before Yang could even begin coaching her, Ruby got her lips around the head of her dick and began sucking it down, clumsily pursuing worried and hopeless pressures. Sucking on this dick wasn't something she fully knew how to handle, btu she knew she wanted it, exploring her way into commotion and frustration, into the hazy chaos of a satisfaction that she wanted now to sink into. There was no reason to act coy and no control that could save her thoughts from the plunge she was taking. Everything inside of Ruby railed at the thought of such a heavy pressure and the burning feelings it offered her, and yet all she could do was keep pushing against it.
"There we go," Yang groaned. "You're starting to get into it now, aren't you? Mm, that feels perfect. Just suck it deeper, and don't forget about your hand. You're doing so well." Yang wanted to be attentive and affectionate, wanted toothrow around praise aplenty and keep this situation building in a way that she could get behind, all while the steady bob of the anonymous stranger's head worked along her shaft. "Take it easy. Have you ever sucked cock before?"
Ruby still said nothing. The continued pressures and worries were coming on weirder, a stranger mess of pleasures and feelings to succumb to. Everything about this situation proved itself to be a sort of place she wasn't sure she wanted to be in. Sucking her sister's cock was a problem she wasn't mentally equipped to deal with, and all Ruby could think about was how completely over the line this whole mess was, something that she could only think to resolve by sucking harder on the cock. It wasn't making a lot of sense to Ruby, but all she could do was pursue it, exploring her way deeper into the strangeness and the excitement of what she was utterly unable to ignore now.
The hot, wet mouth wrapped around her cock provided Yang with the pleasure she needed, her head rolling back and eager groans passing her lips in the midst of such sweet indulgence. She didn't try to hold back, embracing whatever she could get and allowing the pleasure to escalate without much sense of restraint or control inside of her. It felt weird to consider, a baffling mess to open herself up to and a dizzy rush of confusions that became too wicked and too senseless to handle. The idea of giving in to all of this felt absolutely insane to Ruby, her body clenched up and a sense of deep, throbbing heat pulling her into weird places, making her body tremble under the weight of pressures she felt like she had no choice but to let push her now to the breaking point. None of this made a lot of sense, but it wasn't something she had much control over in this state.
Happily receiving from the other end, Yang did her part to just soak in the pleasure, moaning in sweet confidence while the mouth sucked dutifully at her cock. It wasn't the best head, but it was enough to start relaxing Yang, start getting her into what was happening and opening up to these weird surprises. "So good," she groaned, her body relaxed and the steady sucking sensation making her body ache in delight. "Start to stroke with the motion of your head. Really get in there."
Why was sucking her sister's cock turning her on so much? Everything screaming inside of Ruby to pull away and flee wasn't finding any ground, the simply shameless push into ruin and delirium keeping her lit up and hazy, keeping her needing to pursue more and more pressure. She felt needy and desperately wet, felt the growing confusion and panic urging her to sink into ruin, Ruby couldn't fight against it. Not now. All she wanted was to slide deeper into this. Attractions and feelings and things she had never considered expressing before suddenly felt like a ruinous rush of passion and all she could have ever asked for. With the secrecy letting her get away with everything, Ruby was able to explore her way through insane and unrelenting pleasures, through the sensation of wanton fire that swept across her and made her body want to give in.
Clueless but getting into it, Yang moaned her way through the attention, shuddering and twisting and writhing through so many weird thrills and sensations, a rush of desires to give up to harder with each push. For her, this was just an ordinary day at the glory hole, another thrill of something senseless and hot to enjoy, which made her see all of this a little differently, made her curious about what she could indulge in and how all these strange pleasures were supposed to just take her away. She was happy to get her dick sucked, leaving everything else off to the side in the growing throb of excitement and want that pulled her in. "Not bad."
Ruby was in way over her head, every bizarre ache and shudder across her body feeling like a stern, senseless push toward ruin. She did her best to handle this, the awkwardness of being caught giving way to the awkwardness of how much she liked sucking her sister off. This was absolute madness, but Ruby felt herself compelled to keep pushing, to indulge and suck and slurp her way through getting her sister off, absolutely no sense left in her head and an overbearing desire to give in compeltely taking her to the absolute limit. It was too much to deal with, an unignorable mess of sloppy devotions and desires all forcing her deeper into ruin, making everything feel too wild and too wicked to eb able to process. It was just pulling her in, deepening her appreciation for pleasures out of her control and which demanded her absolute surrender.
This was getting away from her. All Ruby had wanted was to find out what her sister was up to, but now she was sucking her off at a glory hole, everything sensible about this endeavor giving way to complete madness. Throbbing intrigue and messy desire urged her forward, hastening her clumsy push into the deep end and leaving her struggling to make some sort of sense of pleasures that were all getting further and further from normalcy. All that she wanted was to open up to this all, embracing the oddest and hottest of passions. Ruby wasn't just maintaining her cover, but giving up to dramatic pressures and a thrill too mad to make any sense of, a pleasure she was destined to simply slide into, no matter how badly it might ruin her.
Deeper she went. Sucking the cock fully, taking as much of this dick as she could into her inexperienced mouth, sloppily pursuing ferocious lusts that kept her falling, kept her hazy and frantic and losing herself to these dramatic thrills. This was her chance to lose all semblance of control, deepening her appreciation for pleasures much too dramatic to make much sense of, but with the much more desperate throb of the dick in her mouth, everything was getting away from her, and all that Ruby could do was indulge in this, keeping up the pace, keeping the sucking going and making for something that was totally senseless. As bizarre as this was, Ruby felt like she had to do a good job here and not disappoint her sister.
Every moan from the other wall left her feeling bolder. Yang was playing it up a little bit, sure; it was a fine blowjob, but she was dialing it up and making for a bolder, noisier mess for the sake of puffing up the confidence of the girl on the other side. For whatever was going to come of it, Ruby kept sucking, and she found herself in over her head giving up to all of it, throwing everything into chaos and frenzy. Yang was close, and Ruby wasn't doing anything to pull back from these weird pleasures, chasing the pleasures and their hastening delights, a pleasure and a hunger and a thrill that urged her to lose control and lose herself, and she felt all too happy to give up to it all.
"Fuck! Yeah, okay, this was worth it," Yang groaned, throwing her head back and pushing tighter against the wall as her pulsating cock erupted into the mouth of the mystery girl on the other end of the wall. Ruby squeaked in panic, the flood of cum into her mouth catching her off guard and reminding her that she had sucked off her sister in a way so shocking and borderline visceral that she pulled back in a panic, taking the rest all over her face, leaving her completely shocked but hopelessly giving in to all of this, embracing the weird frustrations and panics of so completely falling into this mess. It wasn't something she had any control over, but she took it on, accepting the shame and the embarrassment before stumbling back in a fit of pure panic and worry.
This was it. This was finally the point where she stumbled back in a fit of pure confusion. Fleeing all this weird commotion and panic, Ruby wiped the cum off of her face with the inside of her hoodie's sleeve and then ran. She ran so fast that Yang could hear the footsteps frantically stumbling off, everything over the top and senseless about Ruby's desperate bid to escape leaving Yang standing perplexed. "What a weird girl," she said, shrugging off the thought and moving on with her day. she got hers.
Ruby threw herself across the street and into a burger joint, rushing right to its bathroom. A fistful of water into her mouth to rinse out the taste of semen wasn't a gesture of disgust, but definitely of embarrassment, of the desire to flush it out and overcome the growing weirdness of completely losing her mind. This was too much, and she felt completely overwhelmed by the wild pressures that urged her deeper, weird thrills and frustrations to contend with. Staring at herself in the mirror, Ruby couldn't believe what she had done, and she didn't want to give any thought to the weird pressures that came with it, that burning feeling of embarrassment and worry that had her completely unable to think clearly now. This was over the line, something she absolutely should not have done and which left her burning with doubt and embarrassment.
"Was it worth getting answers?" Ruby asked herself. She didn't even really know.
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Ruby rushed home in a fit of pure embarrassment, expecting nobody to be around when she got there. Blake was supposed to be out for dinner with her parents, which meant Ruby had time to come back and seethe in utter confusion and shame over her misdeeds. The walk home was embarrassing, but she hoped that arriving back home would give her some time to think about things and clear out her thoughts, not sure how to deal with what happened or how strange all these emotions were. She felt compromised, confused, and she just needed space to think about things. There was a lot happening and all of it needed a lot more attention than she felt fully ready to give.
But as she stumbled into their place and headed down the hall, she could hear something. The door to Blake and Yang's bedroom was open, and noises were coming out of it. Noises Ruby couldn't ignore no matter how deep in her own thoughts she was, and as she peered her way into the room, she found herself greeted by something absolutely stunning, a weirdness she was in no way prepared for. Was Blake home? Yang couldn't have been. Ruby all but ran home too fast for Yang to have made it here. Ruby didn't know what was going on, but she was certainly drawing nearer to it, peering curiously toward the door, wondering what Blake was doing while knowing the noises coming from the room sure did sound a lot like sex. It couldn't have been, though, right? There was no way that this was happening.
Peering into the bedroom with her fingers clutching tightly at the edge of the doorway, Ruby wasn't sure of exactly what she was going to stumble upon, but she felt like there couldn't be any good surprise waiting for her.
Even by those standards, Ruby was thrown completely for a loop.
Down on her hands and knees on the bed, Blake had her broad, hulking father Ghira behind her, slamming relentlessly into her pussy from behind while holding onto her round hips, her moans muffled by the embrace of her mouth's legs wrapped around her head to pull her in and force her to eat Kali out while the older woman ground against her daughter's face.
"Such a good girl," Kali chirped, moaning in raw appreciation of these attentions, giving up deeper to all of this spectacle and not caring about restraint. "Does your father's cum taste better when you eat it out of me, dear? I hope it does." But rather than let her daughter speak, Kali clung tightly to Blake’s hair, yanking her in tight and forcing her to eat her pussy, to keep up the dramatic pressures and frustrations of a pleasure growing more insatiably chaotic by the second. Kali's feverish grinding against Blake's face was as forceful and as forward as could be, the passion and the greed coming on harder, expressing the maddest extent of raw fire and hunger.
Clutching at the sheets while stuck in between her parents, Blake didn't look like she minded one bit, happily slamming her hips back to meet Ghira's thrusts and eagerly pushing her face snugly in to meet her mother's fitful grinding and writhing. This was a time for attention and greed, not for nay restraint or politeness. Everything she did expressed itself as a raw force of hunger and vigor, something to prove that she wasn't even remotely restrained or under any attempt at controlling herself and her erratic efforts. NO holding back, no containing her desires. Only raw fever, only the mad pleasure and fire that set her aflame.
Ruby couldn't believe her eyes. She lingered by the door with a distinct sense of utter terror creeping through her. So soon after blowing her sister and having the complicated feelings that came with all of that, she was now marveling at the sight of a much grander and more feverish incestuous display, one with a girl between both of her parents and seeming like she was having a great time, to the utter shock of Ruby peering through the partially opened door, unable to reconcile a damn thing about these weird tensions.
What was she seeing? What was she supposed to do while giving in to all of these weird feelings, feeling a bizarre heat sweeping up through her body, insisting upon her the weirdest and hottest of spectacles. This was a lot to deal with, an excessive mess of worry and frustrations to give in to, a strangeness and a fire that she didn't feel particularly capable of handling in the face of this all. It was all just happening, and the pressure was intense to have to handle, a wetness growing between Ruby's legs and urging her into a deeper state of confusion. What was going on? Yang cheating on her wife at a glory hole was weird enough, but why was Blake cheating on her wife with her parents?
Ghira did little more than growl and thrust, pumping feverishly forward to indulge in the pleasures and the fires that he wanted more and more of, eagerly pushing his way toward pleasure and heat, into a hunger that was absolutely too weird and feverish to believe. Fucking his daughter was a matter of pure greed, of ramming forward and pounding harder onward. This was too much, but he wanted it, pursuing that messy excess with no desire to slow down, no intention of stopping. Fucking quicker into Blake, he threw himself into the deeper thrills, into a rush of fire and want that left Blake moaning and shuddering her way through utter ruin, a struggle to deal with the growing pressures upon her, and she absolutely could not fathom how to contain herself.
"I love this!" Blake moaned, briefly yanking away form her mother's snatch to throw her head back and moan out in pure joy. Kali didn't let that last, grabbing her hair and forcing her back in, making Blake resume eating her out without much complaint or conflict. Blake was happy to get herself right back to work, greedily lapping at her mother's hole again, embracing the chaos and the pressure that kept her wanting more. Blake couldn't act restrained or decent now, throwing herself into this commotion with little in the way of restraint or calm, just the relentless passion of something too fierce to handle. Her tongue was ready to serve and perform, the growing pleasures pushing her to a point of pure frustration and commotion, of a delirium that wasn't getting nay simpler. She knew what she wanted to dh ere and she didn't shy away from pursuing it.
Having her father's cock up her twat and her mom's thighs squeezing around her head made everything feel right, brought Blake a dizzy sense of pure excitement to fall deeper into, and she wasn't afraid of exploring it, wasn't afraid of letting these pleasures and their most drastic frustrations push her to want to simply lose herself. Giving in felt like the perfect way forward, felt like a mess of frustration and passion to embrace, and she didnt' care about containing herself. Not while her body jerked back and forth under the mad fascination of pleasures that she remained committed to, certain of the weird, raw satisfaction that came with it. Being between her parents was one of her favorite places to be, and her body experienced the shivering, shuddering shock of pure surrender as she sank deeper into it, eager to let go, eager to be ruled by all these very hazy needs and the desperate depths they pushed to.
An appalled Ruby couldn't tear her eyes away from this. There was no shame amid any of them; all three fucked without care, pushing with firm joy and aggression to indulge in one another's bodies, and watching it left Ruby feeling even more confused and conflicted. What was this? How was she supposed to make sense of the strange pressures that all kept building and pushing in front of her? Everything here made so little sense; her head spun trying to make sense of all of it, and Ruby felt doomed in her fascinated attention, knowing she was giving in too much to the strange spectacles, growing more confused and panicked with each inch she gave to this. Her attention was captivated by these strange pressures and by frustrations too relentless to be able to contain, and each passing second felt like a better, hotter frontier of madness and ruin for her.
Why was this turning her on? Why was she staring at the incestuous spectacle and strangeness of giving in to this all? There wasn't much sense here, but she felt like she had to keep watching, awestruck by the passion this invoked in her, but she was captivated, watching and shuddering and falling into the deeper strangeness and spectacle of the heat brewing inside of her. Ruby couldn't help herself, couldn't shaky the frustrations that only urged her deeper, and she felt like she was going crazy in her plunge into it all. She needed more, and she didn't feel like she could resist now what was brewing.
Blake's moans were getting too loud for her mother's thighs to muffle and her father's thrusts shook the bed, everything reaching a brilliant point of mad frustration and brilliant release for everyone involved. No restraint, no calm, just burning thrills and the pulsating heat of losing all control. For Blake, it was ecstasy, her body thrashing while she yanked her head back to mewl, "Cum in me, dad!" while she succumbed to the wildest of desires. It was safe. It was always safe. She threw herself into the deep end, and for all her troubles, Blake received a hard slam forward from her father and the brilliant rush of heat and hunger that pushed her to the limit.
Ghira grunted his way through pumping his daughter full of cum, completely unrepentant and burning with satisfaction under the weight of all this joy and satisfaction. He welcomed all of it, his hips harsh and forward and pushing Blake to the unraveling breaking point, making her body tremble and making everything feel too wild and wicked to help. The succinct thrill of giving in was all that she needed, and she fell into shivering joy, into the hazy ecstasy of completely giving in, loving the pleasure and loving the senseless joys it offered her, a fall into raw ruin that she couldn't be without now.
Pulling back, the man gave his daughter a firm, confident smack across the ass. "I love my girls," he said, his thick cock still waiting and rigid.
"And your girls love you too," Kali moaned, not releasing her daughter yet, riding out through the pleasure. "Just a minute, honey." Throwing her head back, she gasped and shuddered and bucked her way toward pure satisfaction, toward the rush of raw pleasure and heat she couldn't fight. She moaned and pitched and shuddered her way through pure excitement, a spectacle of messy ecstasy hitting her just right, and she didn't want anything to stop. Pushing on firmer and keeping up the attention and the adoration, a burning pressure keeping up something inside of her that she didn't know exactly how to face. Blake took it in stride, and as the pleasure reached its writhing peak and everyone finally disengaged, it was with shameless delight that Blake pulled back, moaning and staring up at herm other with knowing delight at what was to come.
Ghira pulled away further, and without even needing to plan or coordinate their attack, Blake and Kali both turned around and crawled their ways in toward his lap, fingers wrapping around the base of Ghira's cock in unison and preparing for the insanity to come. Their mouths pushed in together, sharing a messy mother-daughter kiss over the head of his cock while they began to stroke. The time was here, and neither was afraid of throwing themselves into the maddest of pleasures, knowing exactly what they wanted to do and preparing themselves for it without restraint. Breaking away from the kiss, they pivoted next toward licking down his cock, adoring him with hungry sweeps and the caress of tongues ready to embrace pure wrongness.
They moved with unspoken coordination. Kali and Blake knew what they were doing, and they pursued it with absolutely no hesitation or worry, licking all over the cock in sweet indulgence, pursuing the pleasure and knowing exactly how to drive Ghira wild with their licks and their devotions now. They were ready, and they praised Ghira with relentless, greedy attentions, Kali licking lower and Blake sucking her father's head, taking in the taste of her own pussy with each push down, a steady want continuing to burn through her and continuing to take her deeper. They knew what they were doing, and they did it damn well.
Ruby struggled to deal with the sights before her and all of their chaotic pressures, the captivation of watching this incestuous threesome blowjob proving more bold and fierce than she was ready for, every ache across her body leaving her deeply confused but oddly intrigued. Ruby didn't know how to make sense of it, but she felt the burning want, felt the throbbing desire taking her to a state where she was powerless now to handle anything, but she could not tear her gaze away from this for even a moment. Was it turning her on? Was it making her want to explore something like this, too? Blake was giving an incestuous blowjob, but it wasn't too long ago that Ruby had, and she enjoyed it more than she was yet able to express or deal with.
Blake licked her way down lower, while Kali in turn rose up. "Blake, honey, you taste so good on your father's cock," she purred, the dizzy efforts to keep up these pleasures coming on hotter and messier, both of them locked in the messy indulgence of praising Ghira's cock while he lay back to let them work. It was a decadent position to be in, one that had him happy to take it in, to watch them work and admire the effort and the attention that came with all of it. He was in no hurry here and he showed it with every patient second of these pleasures, taking his sweet time in letting everything build and letting the sensations come as they did. It was perfection.
Kali sucked the cock down deep, taking her husband in and shamelessly indulging in his attention, with Blake's fingers threading through her mother's hair to open her up to this passion. It was all getting a bit out of control, but it was just the kind of senselessness that everyone involved needed, one that kept them sinking deeper, made everything feel a bit too perfect to be able to resist. "Even better is how my pussy tastes after dad's cock has been in me," she said. "Clean him off now, then you can clean me out after." Blake was shameless about this pursuit, ready to throw herself into commotion and boldness, and there was just no sense in any of this.
Ruby finally had to wrench herself away from the door, throbbing in the weird confusion and disarray of being too panicked and baffled to take another moment of it. She fled, burning up in embarrassment as she flung herself into her bedroom and escaped all this weirdness, not sure what was going on with her sister or her sister in law, but not really finding nay answers here that she liked. It all seemed dangerous, all seemed like a mess of things that would surely be Ruby's undoing if she thought about them any further than she already was.
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Yang returned home with a sly smirk on her face, the tiniest bit tipsy as she threw her arms around her wife in bed. Blake nestled her head into her wife's neck and took a deep, loving whiff. "You had fun," Blake said.
"Yeah, of course I did. I bet you had fun too, miss. How are your parents?"
"Enjoying that they get to have the house empty but still come over to fuck me," Blake said, starting to peel the clothes off of Yang's body. "You smell like so many strangers," she purred, taking in the scents of Yang's shameless sex. There was so much to enjoy about when her wife came home from fucking a ton of people, a visceral sensory thrill on offer that Blake knew Yang wasn't getting from her in turn even when she fucked a bunch of people. It was just one of the things she loved about this insanity.
"I ran into some awkward girl who really didn't know what she was doing," Yang said. "She was my first girl for the day, fucking imagine. But I talked her to some decent head, and I don't know why she's stayed in my head all day, but I keep thinking about it."
"It's probably nothing," Blake said, kissing all over Yang's neck while undressing more of her. Yang's fingers dug into her ass through her shorts, and Blake pressed eagerly back against that touch. "You just have to get your head empty and stop thinking about strangers who you f--" That was when Blake caught something on her wife. A scent that was familiar but which had no reason to be quite like this. She could smell Ruby. Ruby, who she knew had peeked in on her fucking her parents. Ruby, who had been acting strangely for a little while now. Was part of that strangeness a weird paranoia over what they were up to?
"What's wrong?" Yang asked, kissing her wife on the head and trying to pull her from the depths of her thought.
"Nothing," Blake said, clearing her throat and pulling hastily back, the haze of wild pleasure coming on strong and sudden, leaving her with no time to think about what she was up to but so ready to give in to all of it. "I just really love when you come home fresh from fucking tons of people and you're still hard for me." She pressed her thigh between Yang's legs, grinding against the swell of her cock. "Say it."
"You hate when I say it," Yang teased back.
Blake nudged and rubbed and kissed without restraint. "Say it, come on."
"Of course I came home hard for you. There's no pussy I love more than my pussy's." She was proud of that one, and had been for about seven months now.
Purring her way through the frustrated, pent-up laughter, Blake peeled Yang's panties away and drew back, getting her fingers around her cock and kissing her way down Yang's body. "Your puns are terrible, but in a charming way." She worked her way toward starting on sucking Yang's cock, getting confirmation amid the myriad of strangers' scents that Ruby had indeed been here. It left her questions, but they were questions she wasn't ready to seek answers for yet, just something to tuck away in her thoughts and hope she could make sense of soon. For now, though? She really was just too horny at the thought of reuniting and fucking Yang after their adulterous adventures to care.
With her ear to the wall, Ruby could hear everything, her eyes wide as she took in the sounds and the words. They knew! They knew what the other was up to, and they seemed to like it that way. That was of some strange sort of comfort to Ruby, if only on the barest idea that this was something that they were both into and that their marriage wasn't rapidly falling apart. But that only made it so much better to her because of the partners Blake was choosing, and the ways Yang was just fucking anyone. But had, that day, gotten blown by her sister.
Something here was trouble, and Ruby wasn't sure she knew how to take care of that trouble, but a shaky feeling of growing obsession made her certain that she wasn't going to be able to stop looking into this now.