This choice: sneak off to the laundry room to find clothes to change • Go Back...Chapter #6sneak off to the laundry room to find clothes t... by: Unknown Listening at your door you hear your parent's door, close and bolt, rushing out you head down towards the laundry room behind the kitchen, as you reach the bottom of the stairs you suddenly feel a ball being inserted into you vagina, closely followed by a second, you know what's coming and start to panic.
You reach the laundry door, the phantom love eggs inside you start to vibrate, you are crippled and drop to you knees the pleasure stops you from moving... You moan out load, the sensations are uncontrollable as you feel you lips part and a phantom penis starts to push in and out, you nipples ache and are erect and as hard as iron.. Left with little option you drag yourself across the floor into the laundry room, pulling the your knickers off, you grab a pair of boxers not really thinking you pull them up, for a moment all sensations stop but then you find yourself with your fathers penis, it drains blood from you as it stiffens and hardens, 6".7".8".9" and still growing you feel the walls of you mothers vagina squeezing it tightly the vibrations from the love eggs at the base of the shaft, light headed because of the drain of blood to support such a member you feel dizzy and faint as the penis passes 10", you are forced to rip the boxers off you grab a pair of knickers from the wash basket, your aunt's your sister's, you don't care,slipping them on, a calm hits but it's short lived, as you feel the full force of your fathers 12" monster inside you!
Scanning the room you see Lindsy's bikini bottoms, dragging yourself across the floor you grab the bikini,bottom, pulling your mothers knickers off, you pull your sisters pink bikini up! laying back the relief is clear on you face. You grab both pairs of knickers and your fathers boxers and scamper up to you room. Looking around you get your jeans and pull them on, they have changed again to fit your sisters much small arse, you throw the boxers and knickers in your wardrobe and sit in your chair. You are relived and calm, but it doesn't last, you have a killer stomach ache then you spot the blood appearing in the crutch of your jeans, shit! shit!, it's her time of the month.... The only way out is a pair of aunt Jo's knickers!
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