Chapter 138: [138] SHAMEFUL BURST

Click~ Click~ Click~ Click~

Four sharp metallic clicks rang out one after another.

The moment the last cuff sprang open, Kira surged up onto her feet in an instinctive rus and immediately regretted it.

Marcella had been kneeling directly in front of her to unlock the ankle restraints. Kira’s soft, warm, still-damp mound slammed straight into the older woman’s face with a wet, soft plap. The impact was intimate and humiliating: the plump, panty-covered cunt mashed against Marcella’s nose and mouth, the heat of it, the slight squish of residual wetness.Read ahead on my site- lustchild.wordpress.com

Marcella’s eyes flew open. She felt everything at once — the soft flesh of Kira’s outer lips through the soaked fabric, the sharp ammonia tang of fresh piss mixed with the sweeter musk of aroused girl-cream, the way the warm mound pressed against her face. She looked up slowly, still on her knees, and found her dear little Kira standing over her, cheeks flushed, eyes wide and locked on the thick, cream-smeared cock standing proud and Lara’s freshly fucked, gaping, cum-leaking hole.

A filthy, predatory grin stretched across Marcella’s lips, slow and full of dark delight.

Her hand shot up under Kira’s gown through the high thigh slit. Long fingers clamped hard around the wet, sticky panty-covered mound. The fabric was already soaked through; warm, slippery juices and residual piss squelched audibly between Marcella’s fingers as she squeezed. Kira flinched hard, a full-body jolt, forced to look down into Marcella’s mocking, lust-drunk face.

"My, my... aren’t you quite the little pisser, dear?" Marcella purred, voice thick with dark amusement and heavy, dripping arousal.

Her fingers dug deeper, rubbing the wet crotch in slow, deliberate circles that made the soaked fabric stick, peel, and stick again against Kira’s soft lips. Each circle forced a tiny, wet squelch.

Kira’s face burned crimson all the way down her neck. Her soft, spit-slick lips parted in a broken stutter. Tears of pure shame already prickled at the corners of her eyes.

"N-No... it’s not... it’s not piss...!"

Her voice cracked high and desperate on the last word. Her thighs trembled so hard her knees nearly buckled. A fresh bead of clear juice welled up and soaked further into the already ruined panties.

Marcella’s grin widened into something truly filthy, eyes gleaming. "Heh. I’ve got plenty of experience with piss-play, you know.

Someone very special loves to empty his full bladder all over my bare cunt... so I know this sharp, salty smell intimately. I can taste it in the air around your soft cunt."

"No—!"

Kira’s protest died in her throat as Marcella gripped the thin fabric of the thigh-high slit and tore it open in one swift and vicious,

CHRRRRRR—!

The gown split with a sickening rip that echoed through the room, exposing Kira’s soft, pale thighs and the soaked, clinging panties underneath. In the same breath Marcella hooked two fingers into the crotch of those panties and yanked them down to her knees in one rough, wet pull. The fabric peeled away with a sticky schlick, stretching a few transparent strands of mixed juice and residual piss before they snapped. The soft, puffy, glistening mound was freed completely. Clear, sticky juices mixed with faint yellow residual piss clung to the soft outer lips and the pink little slit between them in shiny, sticky strands that caught the light.

Cool air hit Kira’s bare, wet skin. Her exposed cunt twitched visibly. Her hands flew down to cover herself—

"Stop."

But, a single cold, dominant voice froze her solid. Her fingers hovered inches from her own dripping flesh, trembling.

Kira could only watch with rolling, panicked pupils as Marcella wrapped both arms around her thighs, palms sinking deep into the soft, plump flesh of her ass cheeks and spreading them slightly so the tight little pink asshole winked into view between the cheeks. She dragged the younger girl forward until Kira’s dripping crotch was pressed right against her face. Marcella leaned in, buried her nose between the soft outer lips, and inhaled a long, filthy, greedy sniff that made her eyelids flutter. The sharp stinking scent of piss mixed with the sweet, musky scent of aroused virgin cunt flooded her lungs. Then she placed a soft, wet, open-mouthed kiss right on the joined labia, tongue flicking out to taste the salty-sweet film, before pulling back just enough to murmur against the sensitive flesh, lips brushing with every word,

"It’s piss, my dear. You pissed yourself. I can still taste it on your soft little lips."

Kira’s entire body shook. A full-body tremor ran from her toes to the roots of her hair. The humiliation of having a perverted older woman take a deep, shameless sniff of her private parts right in front of her best friends and the man she so desperately wanted to ride burned through her like volcanic flame.

Shame, degradation, and unwanted, traitorous heat flooded every nerve. Her empty cunt clenched hard around nothing, forcing a fresh bead of clear juice mixed with a golden drop of residual piss to well up and drip onto Marcella’s waiting lips. The older woman licked it away with a slow, deliberate drag of her tongue.

Just beside them, Anna kept her head turned sharply away, jaw clenched so tight a muscle jumped in her cheek. She refused to look at the traitor’s face for even a single second. She understood why Kira had agreed, Marcella had promised to protect her mother from that piss-loving psycho on the screen but understanding didn’t ease the burning, possessive ache in her chest. It was still her daddy. Every time another girl’s cunt touched him, it felt like someone was carving pieces out of her heart with a dull knife.

And yet...

Her eyes kept drifting back, against her will, to the thick, shiny cock still half-hard and glistening with Lara’s juices. The transparent cream clinging wetly to every raised vein made her mouth water so hard she had to swallow repeatedly, throat working. Then her gaze dropped to Lara’s soft, fluttering, freshly fucked pink cunt resting against Daniel’s stomach, still dribbling thick white globs and sticky streams of his cum. The puffy lips were swollen and gaping, twitching open and closed like a soft, greedy mouth, pushing out little creamy bubbles with every tiny aftershock that ran through Lara’s body.

Anna’s lashes trembled. Her throat went dry. She suddenly, desperately wanted to crawl between her father’s legs, bury her face in her best friend’s gaping, cum-filled hole, and suck every drop of her daddy’s thick white seed out of those spasming walls. She wanted to thrust her tongue deep inside Lara and make the traitorous bitch moan like a dirty, broken slut for daring to cuck her.

The wet, filthy sound of deep kissing filled the room. Lara’s soft lips were still locked to Daniel’s, tongue plunging and sucking with greedy, wet smooching noises schlick... smooch... suck, as if she was trying to drink the soul out of his mouth. She had been kissing him for over ten minutes straight, cunt leaking constantly onto his stomach in thick, shiny trails that mixed with the earlier cream and formed a growing wet patch.

Anna couldn’t understand how much cum her daddy had pumped into her for it to still be pouring out in heavy white rivers that ran down his waist and soaked into the sheets in a dark, spreading stain.

This was what she hated the most.

Why was she getting so wet watching her best friend fuck her father? Her empty cunt was flowing like a broken faucet, soaking through her panties and dripping down her inner thighs in warm, sticky streams that tickled as they cooled. She was terrified of what was happening to her mind... and even more terrified that Marcella would suddenly flip her own gown up, yank her panties down, and announce to the whole room that the daughter was dripping at the sight of her friend using her daddy’s cock.

Her face burned with shame so hot it felt like her skin would peel.

She rolled her eyes sideways just in time to see Marcella shove Kira back down into the chair with a rough, one-handed push. Kira’s lower half was completely bare now, soft thighs forced open, puffy little cunt fully exposed and glistening, a thin string of mixed juice still connecting the outer lips.

Marcella dragged her knees even closer to her crotch between those thighs like a starving animal and buried her face straight into the virgin crotch with a wet, greedy splash.

Thick, wet, obscene smooching and sucking sounds immediately filled the air...schlurp... smooch... suck... lick...

"N-No...! Not there... ah... that’s... that’s my peehole...!" Kira whimpered, arms instinctively wrapping around Marcella’s neck as the older woman pressed deeper, nose mashed against her soft mound, tongue lashing over the tiny, sensitive pink pisshole in rapid, filthy flicks and licks.

Anna’s eyes widened in pure shock. She had thought Marcella was eating out Kira’s pussy but the perverted maid was sucking and licking directly on the little peehole instead. The sharp, distinct scent of urine was still thick in the air, mixing with the wet sounds of Marcella’s greedy mouth and the soft, helpless whimpers pouring from Kira’s throat. Kira’s face was glazed with helpless, humiliating lust: eyes half-lidded and glassy, mouth hanging open, thick ropes of saliva dripping from her lolling tongue onto her own belly in long, shiny strands that pooled in her clothed navel and ran down toward the fabric.

"Anngh...! Not there... it’s... wet and dirty...!"

Marcella’s head spun with the sharp, salty, slightly bitter taste of residual piss mixed with fresh girl-cream. She couldn’t help herself, she sealed her lips around the sensitive little hole and bit down gently but firmly with her teeth, tugging at the soft flesh while her tongue flicked rapidly over the tiny opening, coaxing more of the salty-sweet mixture onto her tongue.

Kira’s back arched hard off the chair, spine bowing. Her head flew back, short hair whipping. A raw, piercing, animal scream tore from her throat as her legs snapped shut around Marcella’s neck like a vice and her hands clenched the chair arms so hard her knuckles went white and the wood creaked.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH—!!!!!!!"

A fresh, involuntary spurt of clear juice mixed with a few golden drops of residual piss shot out against Marcella’s waiting tongue in a warm, salty pulse. Marcella moaned in filthy delight, the sound vibrating against Kira’s most sensitive flesh, and sucked harder, drinking every drop like it was the finest wine.