Incest/Taboo Porn Star Family

"Cut!" Dominic called out. His voice echoing over the sounds of his wife still sucking on their son's cock. "Cora you can stop now," he said, getting up from his directors seat.

"He hasn't stopped cumming Dom, do you want him to dribble all over the place?" Cora lied. She just wanted to please the cock that had just gotten her off and gotten her off well, too. Her eyes looked up at her son, her tongue running along his deflating head watching how his body trembled. She knew once they got home she was going to have his cock back in her.

"Now Cora," Dominic growled.

"Fine," Cora sighed.

"Dan go get cleaned up," Dominic said, looking over to his daughter, "you mind taking him home?"

"Nope!" Bridgett said, a little too eagerly. Causing her father to look at her perplexedly.

"Dan," Dominic said, as Ira left the set.

"Yeah?!" Ira said looking over at his father.

"Thanks for showing up so quickly, and for your hard work," Dominic said, watching how his daughter and Vikki quickly moved up to his side.

"Bridgett, come to my dressing room," Cora said, walking off the set her breasts bouncing as she did. Noticing how her son's eyes slyly followed their bounce.

"Okay," Bridgett said, eyeing Ira's costume, she so wanted to touch his horns. She wanted to see how he made his wings and tail move. Yet that would have to wait, there was something else she wanted to do with her brother tonight.

"Ira?" Cora whispered into her son's ear. "God, you fucked me so well baby. I can't wait to do it again, and in your bed, sweetheart. But I have to stay and help with the post-production, so I can't take you home," she pouted. "But you be good for your sister and I'll give you a present," Cora said, before walking off.

"Well Ira, that was quite the show you put on," Vikki said over the sound on the water as Ira showered.

"If I didn't know better, I'd say you were jealous," Ira said, his voice echoing off the walls of that small shower.

"I am," Vikki said, her hands slowly undoing the knot in her belt. Her cheeks heated as Ira smirked at her as she pushed aside the curtain.

"Aww, were you hurt that I didn't fuck you," Ira teased, as the water pounded his back.

"Of course I was," Vikki pouted, "don't you see how lonely my pussy is without you in me," she said, running her fingers through her crimson thatch. Licking her upper lip as she watched Ira's cock grow. "Look at my ass Ira," Vikki said, turning around her left hand running between her ass cheeks playing with her quivering hole. "See how excited you got it?" she asked, biting her lip as she felt his hands on her ass. Spreading her ass so he could get a better view of her asshole and her hot wet pussy. Sucking in a gasp as Ira eased the head on his cock into her tight cunt.

"This is what you wanted right?" Ira asked, before thrusting into her as he held onto her hips.

"Mmmhmm," Vikki nodded. "I've wanted you for so long," she said, panting as she felt his cock gliding through her folds. "Please, I need you here the most," Vikki said spreading her anus.

"Oh, you don't want me to fuck this pussy?"

"I do, but no one's been fucking me here lately, and I want to feel your hard cock filling me up," Vikki said, slipping a finger into her starfish.

"Hmm..."

"Please Ira! Don't make me beg for it," Vikki pouted as she peered back at him, trembling as she felt his cock withdrawing from her moist pussy. Her nails scraped down the wall as Ira pressed the head of his cock to her ass. "Go slow Ira, you can't thrust your cock into an asshole like you do a pussy," she said, guiding him. Whimpering in pleasure as his head breached her ass. "Mmmhmm," Vikki nodded as he inched deeper then withdrew an inch or so before more of his length pushed deeper into her tight ass. "Mmm, yes Ira, just like that," she moaned, as her thighs trembled as she felt his whole cock deep inside of her. Breathing heavily as he slowly glided through her ass, her hand ran down her stomach, her hand covered her mound as she rubbed her clit. "Yes, yes, fuck that ass Ira. It needs a good pounding," Vikki murmured, as his hands held onto her hips.

"Oh, you like that cock in your ass, huh?" Ira asked with an amused smirk.

"Mmmhmm," Vikki nodded, as she thrust back onto his pole to show him just how much she enjoyed his cock deep in her ass. "Don't you love how my ass just wraps around that hot pole of yours? How it grips it, waiting on you to fill it with your hot cum?"

"Oh yeah, it is one tight ass."

"Does that mean you'll fuck me in my tight little ass from now on?" Vikki asked, her fingertips teasing his balls as they slapped against her labia. Releasing a moan as Ira spanked her sore cheeks, causing her ass to squeeze his cock.

"Shit!" Ira hissed, unable to control the release of his hot spunk into her ass. Watching as her eyes fluttered and her body shuddered as she came along with him.

"God, there's so much yummy cum in my naughty ass," Vikki purred, "I love it," she giggled, feeling his head leaving her ass. "Now come wash my boobs, then we'll hit the road."

It was around four in the afternoon as Ira, his sister, and her girlfriend got back home. Pulling out his phone, he had wanted to text Layla the moment he got home that day, yet he didn't want to seem needy. Quickly adding her to his contacts, he typed out a quick hello as he laid on his bed. Picking up his headphones as he waited for her to text him back. The ping of his phone caught his attention as he was about to turn on his sound system.

"Hello Ira, I've been waiting all weekend for you to text me." Layla texted, sending along a pouting emoji.

"Sorry, it's been one thing after another here," Ira sent back as he smiled at the screen.

"See what you missed?"

"Holy shit!" Ira said low, as Layla sent a photo of her flawless breasts, and then another of her beautiful little pussy, and one more of two of her fingers sinking into her hot cunt. Quickly whipping out his cock to repay the favor, snapping a picture of it before sending it off to Layla. His eyes widened as a video popped up on his screen.

"Ira, it's been two days and listen to how wet my pussy is just thinking about you." Layla's face covered the screen as her sex was picked up by her mic. "See, look at how wet my pussy is just wanting that cock back inside of me." Moving the camera down her body, coating her breasts in her juice as she teased her nipple. Spreading her legs, showing him her throbbing cunt before spreading her labia letting him see her nectar leaking out of her canal. "I want you so bad baby. When can we fuck again?"

"Hold on, my sister wants to take me to a club tonight, let me see when she wants to leave," Ira sent. He couldn't help but feel how hard he was as he nearly jumped up from his bed.

"K!" Ira read, as he quickly walked down the hall to his sister's room. His eyes quickly falling on his sister's bare pussy as she laid on her stomach, her black stockinged legs kicked, her skirt giving him a clear view of her ass as she surfed the web. Vikki sat on the floor, her back against the bed flipping through a magazine as they listened to one of their bands they loved. His cock flexed against his jeans as Bridgett's fingers ran along her labia before sinking a finger into her channel. Peering of her shoulder, smirking coyly at him, knowing he had been standing there the whole time.

"Sis, when do you want to go out tonight?" Ira asked, his eyes darted from her face down to her pussy then back up again.

"Around ten, why?" Bridgett asked, spreading her labia a part. Her tongue pressing on the middle of her upper lip as she noted his bulge.

"Umm..."

"He's got a booty call," Vikki snickered, as she turned a page.

"Then bring her over. Mom and Dad won't be home for a while," Bridgett said, rolling onto her side, her left foot ran along her right leg to her knee, causing her canal to open. "While you're fucking this woman Vikki and I will fuck too, won't that be hot Ira? All of us cumming together," she said, playing with her small breast. "But first," Bridgett said, her tongue flicking against her teeth, "let me see it Ira. Let me see my brother's cock." Her eyes fluttered and her nipples grew hard as Ira stood in her doorway displaying his cock to her. Quickly scurrying to the foot of her bed, her finger beckoned him, as she knelt before him. Her finger ran along the tip of his cock gathering up his pre-cum. Bringing her finger up to her lips, moaning around it as she sucked it clean. "Why is it you taste so sweet?" Bridgett asked dreamily. Vikki just gave him a smile as she held a finger to her lips. "Now you best leave some for your sister tonight, because I can't get enough of being fucked by my sweet brother's cock," she said, gently caressing his cock.

"Hey, do you still want to meet up?" Ira texted as he walked back to his room.

"Of course I do!" Layla quickly sent back.

"Do you want to come over?"

"Your dad isn't there is he?!"

"Nah, he's at the studio with my mom, the only ones here are me, my sister, and her girlfriend," Ira sent as he looked around his room seeing if he needed to tidy up.

"And they're okay with...?"

"Oh yeah."

"Then I'll be over in twenty!" Ira chuckled softly at her text.

Twenty minutes later Ira answered the door as a soft knock fell upon it. His mouth fell open as Layla stood on the stoop, the late afternoon sun bathed her chestnut hair held high behind her head. Her honey brown eyes had a simmering hunger to them as she gazed at Ira. Her deep ruby lips were curved in a seductive smile at his shocked look. Her strapless skin-tight black dress hugged her every curved like it was painted onto her glorious body. Her perky 36C breasts swelled as his eyes fell upon them. Her slender arms lead his sight downwards as her hands covered her womanhood as she held her clutch before it. Her sleek black heels matched her alluring attire.

"Ira, you're staring," Layla said, blushing hard, brushing a stray hair behind her ear as she looked at the tops of her feet.

"And why shouldn't I you're... gorgeous," Ira said in all truthfulness.

"Thank you," Layla said in a whisper, "are you going to..."

"Ah right, please come in, and forgive my befuddled mind," Ira said, flashing her a warm smile as he invited her inside. The moment the door closed she was in his arms. Her lips tasting his, drinking them in as if she was suffocating without the feel of their touch.

"God Ira, I need you so badly," Layla said in a husky voice as her hand ran down his chest, "and this seems to want me too," she purred as she gently rubbed his bulge.

"Mmmhmm," Ira nodded. Feeling his cock expanding to the desired length and girth she loved.

"You know," Layla whispered into his ear, "I'm not wearing any panties," she thrummed before softly sucking on his earlobe. Ira moaned at how sexy her voice was in his ear. "Take me to your room Ira, peel off this dress, taste my hot pussy, and take me as your woman," Layla said in a wanton purr.

Ira didn't need to be told twice. Reaching down grabbing hold of her hand leading her hurriedly towards his room. He never felt his cock so hard before as Layla's heels clicked behind him and her soft giggle at his eager excitement. Sashaying passed him into his room as Ira closed the door behind her.

"Oh my Ira, just look at this place," Layla said in awe, as her hand ran along the spines of his books. Noting classics, historical, modern fiction books lining the selves. "You really do love your books don't you?" she asked, seeing the three full bookshelves. She was in love, she loved it in a man that cared more about literature than having a giant size tv cluttering the room. To her mind you could find more endless enjoyment in the pages of a book than you could in the endless drivel that was on tv these days.

"Yeah," Ira said, his eyes zeroing in on her ass as her dress became taut as she bent over.

"Which one's is your favorite?" Layla asked, peering over her shoulder noting where his eyes were lingering.

"Hmm, can you narrow it down some?" Ira asked with a sly smile as his hands slid into his front pockets.

"What's your favorite classic?" Layla asked. She had seen his copy of Gulliver's Travels on his desk when she entered, bookmarked at about the halfway point.

"Hmm, I have to say the Odyssey," Ira said, scratching his chin.

"Oh?" Layla said, her hands running up along her ass as she rose. Slipping out of her heels, "Would you like to take a journey with me?" she asked, giving her hips a little shake.

"Mmmhmm," Ira nodded.

"Excellent," Layla said, slowly pushing the top of her dress over her breasts. Keeping her smirk hidden as she heard the rustling of his shirt. Sucking in a gasp when she was bent over as she pushed her dress to the floor. Breathing heavily as she felt his fingers gently rubbing her labia. "Oh Ira!" she unexpectedly shouted as his mouth cupped her hot mound.

"Yes baby eat me!" Bridgett's voice mirrored Layla's.

"Oh god yes, get that tongue in me!" Layla begged as she grabbed her ankles. Licking her lip as she saw his cock pointed right at her as Ira tasted her cunt. "Oooooh!" Her eyes rolled in the back of her head as Ira sent his forked tongue deep into her wet mound. "Oh god! Oh god! I'm going to cum!" she squealed as Ira licked along her g-spot.

"Damn bro, you give it to her!" Bridgett yelled from across the house. She was a little annoyed that her brother hadn't eaten her pussy the way he was currently doing to that woman. However, she was sure tonight she was going to get him to do just that, especially at the place they were going to take him.

"Yes, eat that pussy Ira! Fucking make that pussy fucking wet!" Layla moaned, as her pussy quaked eager to coat Ira's tongue in her cream. "Fuck! Yes!" she howled as she came feeling Ira lapping up her cream. Shuddering violently as he did that, not even his father did that. "God yes! Eat that pussy Ira! Eat it to your heart's content!"

"No fair!" Bridgett and Vikki huffed in unison, as they stood in the doorway to his room. Catching Layla by surprise as they entered the room.

"You can't eat this woman so well and expect us to just listen," Bridgett huffed, as she stomped over to his bed.

"Mmmhmm," Vikki nodded in agreement as she joined Bridgett.

"Well, go on, show me," Bridgett demanded, her eyes dipped low to his cock. Involuntarily licking her lips as his pre-cum dripped down on his floor.

"Wait, wait... oh fuck! Oh my... god!" Layla loudly moaned as Ira renewed his assault on her cunt. "Ira give me a minute," she pleaded, as her blood was rushing to her head. Reaching for his computer chair to balance her very unsteady legs. It had been some time since anyone had eaten her out that well. "Now Ira," Layla said, her chest heaving as she sat in his chair. Her eyes running over his wet glistening chin, her pussy quivered as Ira licked his lips clean. Glancing over to the two women that had barraged into his room. Noting how they were getting each other off as they watched. "Shall we continue?" she asked, spreading her legs, showing off how wet her pussy was. Giggling in delight as Ira reached over and pulled her towards him. "Oh!" A deep rumble emanated from her chest as Ira slowly, gently sucked on her clit. Her fingers weaved through his hair, arching her back as two of his fingers slid into her cunt.

"Man," Bridgett pouted, "I so want that," she concluded watching the elation on Layla's face.

"I know just look at him go," Vikki purred, watching how Ira's tongue danced along her labia.

"Will you share?" Bridgett asked, batting her eyelashes at Layla as Vikki wore a smirk.

Vikki did want to know what that beautiful woman tasted like on her tongue. She knew she could get her off just as good as Ira was. Her succubus and his incubus powers worked similar to one another's. However, Ira was relying mostly on his incubus powers to compensate for his lack of skill, whereas she didn't need to as her tongue was already quite skillful. Nudging Bridgett's arm to show her what she meant. Sucking on her lip as she watched her girlfriend's ass bounce as Bridgett walked over to Layla.

"What..." Layla was taken by surprise as Bridgett kissed her passionately. Moaning into her mouth as Bridgett fondled her right breast causing her to rock her hips against Ira's face. Squealing as she came hard on his fingers. "Oh god Ira!" she moaned, as Ira swirled his tongue within her canal as she rode out her orgasm.

"Ira, I'm hurt you don't eat me out like you do with this sexy ass woman," Bridgett pouted as she looked down at him.

"Yes," Vikki cooed, pressing her chest against his back turning his chin towards her. Her tongue running through the woman's hot juice that marred his chin. Her ruby eyes lustered at the taste. "You simply can't hog this fine woman all to yourself. Not when we too want to have a taste of this hot pussy," she said, reaching around him, her thumb rubbing along Layla's engorged clit causing the woman to moan.

"Come Ira," Bridgett said, beckoning him as she walked back to his bed. Leaning back, resting the soles of her feet on the edge of the bed as she spread her legs for her brother. "My pussy has been so wet listening to her. It needs you to taste me like her," she said, glancing over to Layla. Her jealousy apparent in her eyes.

"Go. I'll take good care of your beautiful lady friend," Vikki said, getting a kiss in tasting Layla on his tongue. "Then we'll watch as you fuck her to sweet oblivion," she said, getting a moan out of Layla.

"Be gentle with me," Layla said bashfully as Vikki took up Ira's spot between her legs, "I've never had a woman..."

"Oh honey," Vikki cooed, blowing softly on Layla's overheated cunt, "you don't need to worry. I'm going to take good care of this pretty little thing," she said, placing a loving kiss on Layla's labia.

"Mmm, god, I don't know if I'm going to be able to walk again," Layla said, her eyelids fluttering as Vikki sucked gingerly on her oversensitive lips.

"Mmm, you taste sweet, I love eating pussy. Especially pretty little ones like this one," Vikki cooed, before sending Layla into a spiraling wail of moans.

"Ira," Bridgett said, holding her lips open for him, "taste me please?" she asked, her eyes begging him to place his lips upon her mound. To feel his sister as she cums on his tongue for him.

His eyes glanced up at her as his tongue ran through her lips. Feeling his sister pressing her left calf against his back drawing him deeper into her womanhood, feeling her tremble as his tongue circled her clitoris. Her brown eyes gazed down lovingly at him as he listened to her increased breathing.

"Oh fuck!" Layla howled, as Vikki used her tongue just as well as Ira did.

"Eat me like her!" Bridgett growled, her eyes darting over to Layla, "Eat your sister's pussy Ira," she mouthed, so Layla wouldn't think they were related. "Oh shit!" she gasped, as Ira sent his tongue deep into his sister's pussy. "Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" Bridgett huffed and puffed as Ira licked her g-spot. "Fuck. Ira!" Bridgett screamed out, squeezing his head between her thighs, curling her body, holding his head tightly against her sex. "Yes! Yes! Yes! Eat that pussy!" she growled like a demon possessed as she came on her brother's tongue.

"The two of you are a deadly threat to a woman's cunt," Layla said, smiling down in a dreamy gaze at Vikki as she lapped up her orgasmic juices.

"Only when there's a beautiful woman with an equally pretty pussy," Vikki said, before sucking loudly on her labia. "Maybe next time my baby can taste you, hmm?" she asked, teasing Layla's clit.

"Y-you want... to do this again?" Layla asked, flustered.

"Mmmhmm, my baby needs to taste this sweet pussy. We don't mind sharing, if you don't mind sharing Ira with us," Vikki said, glancing up at Layla, "isn't that right Bridgett?"

"Oh yes," Bridgett said, trying to gather her breath, "I can't wait to wrap my mouth around that sweet pussy," she said, flashing Layla a smile. "You do have an excellent pussy eater on your hands."

"I know, and is cock is just...," Layla began to say licking her lips as she watched Ira's cock bounce.

"Baby? I think it's time we let these to love birds fuck like rabbits," Vikki said, licking Layla's juices from her lips as she looked over at Bridgett.

"Okay," Bridgett sighed forlornly, as she looked down at her brother. One orgasm wasn't enough, she so wanted to coat his face in as many orgasms as his tongue would give her. "Later tonight, you are going to eat me, and you won't stop until I beg you to. Then I'll ride your cock so well, you'll dump that hot cum into your sister's pussy as your fuck me hard from behind," she whispered into his ear as she moved her legs off his shoulders.

"Easy there," Vikki said with a coy smirk, catching Layla as her legs wobbled.

"I've never had so many just from someone's mouth," Layla chuckled as she felt her juices running down her thighs as she stood in Vikki's arms.

"Well, come over more often and I'm sure we can make this pussy purr," Vikki said before kissing Layla, who accepted her embrace eagerly.

"I do taste good, don't I?" Layla asked with a pleased smile.

"Mmmhmm, now," Vikki said, pointing at Ira's cock that was steadily dripping pre-cum, "I think you need to go and please that cock of his."

"Oh yes, I most certainly do," Layla purred, her eyes lustering in her hunger as her eyes ran down his eight inch cock. Her hand sliding into his as he held it out for her. "Ira?"

"Hmm?"

"I want you to fuck me from behind," Layla said leaning in, "and I want to feel your cum in me, don't worry I'm on the pill now. So when you have to cum, paint my womb in this things hot seed," she cooed, as she caressed Ira's cock.

"Yes ma'am," Ira said with a stout nod.

"Good. Maybe we can do this again, maybe my place next time," Layla said, the blue haze burning brightly in her eyes as she crawled along his bed. "Now get up here and fuck this hot pussy," she ordered, as she reached back spanking her ass.

Bridgett sat on Vikki's lap in Ira's computer chair as they watched as Layla howled in pleasure as Ira fucked her. Biting her lip as Vikki reached between her legs, playing with her wet pussy they listened as Layla begged Ira to keep fucking her. A smile of pride formed on her lips as she watch Layla quivering as she came on Ira's cock. Chuckling inwardly as she called out to god as Ira hammered her as she rode out her orgasm. Rocking her hips on Vikki's fingers as Layla buried her face in Ira's mattress releasing what Bridgett thought would be an ear piercing wail as she came again.

"Fucking give it to me!" Layla growled, as she peered back at Ira once he told her he was about to cum. "Give me that dick's cum!" she demanded, as she wiggled her hips side to side. "Fucking do..." Layla shuddered then convulsed as she felt rope after rope of his cum shooting deep into her cunt.

"Well, we'll just leave the two of you to rest up," Vikki said, winking down at Ira knowing he had just made that woman his servant. Knowing now she would do whatever Ira wanted just to get a taste of his cum.

"God Ira, I didn't know how kinky your family was, eating your sister out," Layla chuckled behind her hand at his reddening face. "What? The similarities were obvious Ira. It wasn't hard to notice," she said, rubbing her thigh along his as they rested side by side. "I won't tell, I promise. I'd never harm you Ira," Layla said, looking him dead in the eyes. The blue haze swirling rapidly around her irises as she pressed her body closer to his. "I'd do anything for you Ira. Be anything for you, do anyone you ask just to please you, Ira. Just so long as I get to be with you," she said, rubbing her cheek against his chest. "Would you like to see me with your sister, how about your mother, or that woman? Would you like to see me sucking two men while I ride this?" Layla asked, reaching down so her fingertips skimmed along his soft cock. "I will if you ask me. I want you to be pleased with me."

"I am," Ira said, caressing her face. Seeing her contentment in her eyes as he did. "But for now, let's stick with women, I don't want another cock in the mix just yet."

"As you wish Ira, I'm yours," Layla said, kissing Ira passionately.

An hour later Ira waved goodbye to Layla as she left him very drained after giving him a blowjob before she left. His mind recounting what she had said. Wondering just how far she would go, and what she would willing do if he asked for it. He would have to ask...

"Well, so your sister, your mother, and now the hot librarian are your servants, you do seem to be easing into your role as an incubus quite well Ira," Vikki whispered into his ear as she draped herself along his back. "I hope you haven't forgotten about me Ira. Remember, I wanted you first, and I still want you and need you inside me," she said heatedly as her nose nuzzled his neck.

"Just how far will they go?" Ira asked, feeling her gooseflesh as his fingers skimmed up her thigh while he stood in the still opened front door.

"They'll do anything you ask. No matter what it is, they will do so without complaint," Vikki said, breathing heavily into his ear as his hand covered her mound. "Feel my heat Ira, can't you feel what you do to me?"

"And here I always thought you hated me," Ira chuckled, remembering the past five years.

"Nah-uh," Vikki giggled, as she pulled him inside before slamming the front door shut.

It was around nine thirty when he walked into his room from his shower, stopping in his tracks as an odd outfit, one he wouldn't ever wear, lay on his bed. Spikes, chains, leather, and all black wasn't his style.

"Ira," Bridgett said, sweetly as she leaned against his doorframe. His eyes ran down her body then the clothes on his bed, other than the skirt it was pretty much the same. "Will you wear it for me?" she plead sweetly.

"You want me to wear that?" Ira asked, pointing at his bed.

"Mmmhmm," Bridgett nodded, glancing up at him, "they won't let you in if you don't look like one of us. They're picky about who they let in so no one will rat out the club to the police."

"Is it illegal or something?"

"Something like that," Bridgett said, with a coy smirk. "Please Ira," she pleaded, as she hurried to his side, "I know this isn't your thing, but I would really appreciate it if you came with me. Something in me yearns to be by your side," she whispered, as she placed a kiss on his shoulder. Rising to her tiptoes, "Will you make your hair white again and wear the horns for your cute sister?" she whispered into his ear. "I promise you will really enjoy it Ira," Bridgett purred, as she slipped her hand through his towel cupping Ira's soft cock.

"Alright, give me a few to get dressed," Ira said, suppressing his sigh.

"You're the best!" Bridgett placed a kiss on his cheek. Her ass swaying as she left his room with a little skip in her step.

"Oh yes, you do look like one of us," Vikki said, wearing her best gothic apparel. Her eyes hungrily drank in his form as the light leather jack settled onto his shoulders as he walked into the living room.

"Ira, can I touch them," Bridgett said, her ass wiggling in excitement as her eyes were squarely on his horns.

"Sure," Ira winced at his sister's high pitch squeal.

"Oh my god, they feel so real," Bridgett said in awe as her hands ran over them, "Vikki you got to feel them," she said, looking over at her girlfriend.

"Why yes they do," Vikki said, with a knowing smirk as her fingers ran along them. "Well, won't you be the bell of the ball," she teased. Suppressing a moan as his tail spanked her ass.

"Come on," Bridgett said giddily, taking hold of his hand leading him out the door, "it will take an hour to get there, and it really doesn't pick up until after eleven, but I want to show you around," she said, smiling back at him and Vikki as she took hold of his other hand.

"This is the place?" Ira asked, as he looked upon the bland exterior of the warehouse-looking building.

"Mmmhmm," Vikki nodded, as she stepped up to his side, "I promise tonight is going to be awesome with you here," she said, snuggling up to him, her tail wrapped around his leg as she did.

"Yes it will," Bridgett nodded confidently, "all we have to worry about is keeping the women away from you," she said looking at his horns. "You're our date tonight," Bridgett said, pressing his arm in-between her braless breasts.

"Let's go! Whoo!" Vikki shouted, thrusting her arm into the air, causing Ira to roll his eyes and Bridgett to giggle.

"Back again," a woman intoned from behind the eye slit in the door after Bridgett used the secret knock.

"Yep, we just love this place," Bridgett smiled at the woman.

"I would think so, the two of you were and are quite popular," she said, her eyes darting from Bridgett to Vikki, "who's he?" she asked, her gaze centering on Ira.

"Our boyfriend," Bridgett said, laying her head on his shoulder.

"My, you have definitely earned the ire of every man here," she said, the sound of locks flipping open before the door inched open. "Please enter and be welcomed into the Pitt," she said, stepping away from the door.

The moment they crossed the threshold Ira's ears were bombarded by the thumping bass, his eyes squinted at the harsh black-lights and his nose wiggled at the scent of clove smoke on the air.

"Nice horns," she said, her eyes running over them as they flashed in the iridescence of the black light.

"Thanks," Ira said, glancing over at the woman. His eyes running down her foot high mohawk.

"Be careful not to lose them, there are some here what would kill for a pair that seems so well made," she warned, caught off guard by the smirk on his lips.

"Come Ira, so much to show you," Bridgett said gleefully.

As they lead him around, Ira knew this place wasn't just a gothic club as he watched a man chained to the wall being whipped by a woman wearing a devil mask. To the woman on her knees in a stockade being gangbanged by four different men. Then to a three-some where a woman was riding a guy while getting fucked in the ass by a woman with a strap-on. To couples practicing regular sex on the couches they passed. Yet, as they lead him around, he noticed how all the guy's eyes were on his sister and Vikki and quite a few of the women's as well. Ira, on the other hand, well, his horns were more of the attention getter than he was. Not that Ira cared, he wasn't there to hook up with anyone.

"And you come here... willingly?" Ira whispered into Bridgett's ear. His head quickly turning as they passed closed rooms that he had no trouble knowing what their purpose was for.

"Mmmhmm," Bridgett nodded. Her eyes glanced at him hungrily. All through the ride there she had thought about what they were going to do while there, then to the parts were she would have his mouth upon her cunt.

"Bridgett baby!" shouted a very good looking man as they left the BDSM side of the club and moved into the more gothic side.

"Go away Paul," Bridgett sneered. Her grip tightening on her brother's arm.

"Now, now, is that anyway to talk to the man that's going to fuck you tonight?" Which earned a throaty laugh from Vikki as she held onto Ira for support.

"Boy, you never learn do you," Vikki said, mimicking his limp dick with her index finger.

"You think I'm just going to fuck you? When you couldn't even get Vikki off?" Bridgett spat.

Ira looked around noticing they had garnered a sizable crowd around them. Some were taking Paul's side, some his sister's, some just watching the show.

"Her loose..."

"Maybe you're just the size of a toothpick? Vikki is quite tight actually," Ira butted in, causing Vikki to gasp in surprise. Her cheeks rapidly heating, glancing down seeing how she rubbed the side of her breasts against his arm.

"What would you know..." Paul's voice stilling as Ira smirked wickedly at him.

"Oh, I know from first-hand experience what she looks like cumming on my cock," Ira informed them, taunting the man, causing his friends behind him to laugh at his expense.

"You know what," Bridgett said, speaking up. Pride swelling in her chest when Ira defended Vikki. "If you can eat Carla's cunt as well as this man here can eat mine," she said, lavishing her hand on Ira's chest. Feeling her pussy tingle at the thought of feeling his tongue inside her again. "Then I'll ride that little thing you call a cock, if you can't then you leave me the hell alone. Deal? You don't mind, do you Carla?"

"What, get my pussy eaten, fuck no," Carla said, her dyed black hair bounced against her chest as she reached underneath her skirt pulling down her panties. Which earned her a round of roaring cheers as her panties touched the floor.

"Well?" Bridgett said with a pointed look. "Either put up or get the fuck out of my face."

"Fine. Your pussy is as good as mine. Once I'm done, that dyke cunt will want my cock," Paul said, puffing out his chest.

"Please," Bridgett said, rolling her eyes. Reaching down taking her brother by surprise as she cupped his junk. "This is the only cock I will ever need, not that needle-like thing you call a dick, trust me I know - Vikki showed me and everyone here the pictures of it," she said, smirking wickedly at Paul. Earning him a round of snickers from the women within the group.

"Trust me baby, you got this. He couldn't find a clit if a spotlight shone on it with a neon sign pointing at it that said, 'SUCK HERE'," Vikki whispered in Ira's ear.

"Hey Georgie! You mind if we use your bar for a bit?" Bridgett yelled over the music.

"For you Brit, sure, just let me give it a good wipe down first," George said, quickly giving the surface a thorough cleaning. "All set," he nodded at Bridgett.

Bridgett looked at Carla, who nodded, before both walked over to the bar. With the help of two men on either side of them, their firm posteriors were resting comfortably on the wooden surface.

"Ira," Bridgett called to him as her as she wiggled her ass, scooting her skirt up to her hips. Spreading her legs slightly, showing off her naked cunt to her brother as Ira approached. The group parted giving him space and to watch the show.

"Make her moan baby," Vikki whispered into his ear placing a kiss on his cheek before taking a seat on the stool. Locking him in-between her legs as he stood between Bridgett's.

"Well, come on," Carla waved to Paul, who had a apprehensive look on his face.

"What? Chickening out?!" Bridgett taunted. Glancing over, seeing her brother studying her like he'd never seen her before. "Baby," she cooed, her legs slowly closed around him as her hands rested on Ira's chest, "eat me like you did before," leaning forward, her lips brushing against his left ear, "I want to cum on my brother's tongue again," Bridgett whispered heatedly into his ear. Kissing him lightly on his lips as she searched his eyes looking for what made her want her brother so. Her heart raced as Ira sank down her chest. A sharp gasp escaped her lips as she felt Ira's lips on her mound.

"Well, get to it!" Carla growled, pushing Paul down by his shoulders.

"Mmmhmm," Bridgett moaned, licking her lips as she leaned her head back. Her eyes closed enjoying the light teasing her brother was giving her eager cunt. "Oh fuck!" she gasped, as she felt his tongue deep within her wet canal. "Oh god! Yes, fucking tongue that pussy!" Bridgett growled, as she held onto one of his horns.

Carla scowled as she stared down at Paul as his flaccid tongue did nothing for her. Her eyes glanced over as Bridgett writhed in sheer pleasure as the man between her legs gave her what all women want. Why had she ever agreed to this? She thought she could get off with someone eating her neglected pussy, yet it seemed Paul was all flash and no substance.

"Fucking get off of me!" Carla shouted, kicking Paul away from her. "Is that how you fucking eat a pussy?! Fucking pathetic!" she yelled, quickly shielding her pussy from view as Paul lay sprawled out on the floor.

"Oh fuck me! Yes!" Bridgett howled as she came. "Don't stop! God don't you ever stop!" Her hips ground her mound against his lips as Ira lapped up her juices. "Yes that's it, so fucking good," she moaned as her body trembled. Squealing as Ira reached around rubbing her clit while his tongue rubbed her g-spot. "Oh god, you're going to make me...!" If it wasn't for Vikki's strong hands Bridgett would have tumbled over the bar as she came, hard. "That's it, lap up that pussy juice! Own that shit!" Her cheeks blushed hard as her brother's eyes quickly glanced up at her. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as Ira slowly withdrew his tongue. Her body rippled in pleasure as Ira parted her labia with his tongue. "Mmmhmm! That clit needs a good sucking, give it to it," Bridgett panted, her eyes full of primal lust as she stared down into her brother's eyes. "Whatever I did to deserve this pussy eater, I thank you," she prayed to the heavens as Ira inserted two fingers into her hot canal. Gripping his appendages tightly as he sought out that tiny little patch. "Oh god, no more, no more!" Bridgett begged for release. "Oh... fuck... me," she stuttered as she came once more.

"Holy shit look at it dripping off the bar," a female voice said from within crowd.

"Here baby, let me clean you up," Vikki said, before licking Ira's face clean.

"Bridgett," Carla said, getting her attention.

"Hmm?"

"Can I try, just one I promise," Carla said, seeing the sheer pleasure in her eyes.

"Sure," Bridgett said, smiling wickedly down at Paul, "now you pissant get fucking lost, and don't you ever fucking bother me again," she spat, quickly covering herself up. "Ira," Bridgett said, turning his chin towards her, seeing Paul being shunned by her peers as he was forced to leave. "Will you give Carla a taste? Please, she's a friend, and she needs to know that there is someone that can do what you just did to me."

"Alright," Ira agreed, looking around the room, noting how all the women were eyeing him. "Umm... am I about to get eaten?" he whispered to Bridgett.

"You might, that was an excellent display of a proper pussy eating," Vikki said, knowing she too was going to ride that tongue soon.

"Mmmhmm," came a chorus from the group.

"Help me down," Bridgett said, blushing as his hands rested on her hips. "Sorry about the mess Georgie," she smiled at the bartender.

"Bah, about time someone put that poseur in his place," George said, quickly wiping down the bar, "there you go," he said, smirking at Carla when the surface was dry.

"Thanks Georgie," Carla said, blowing him a kiss before sliding into Bridgett's spot. "Now let's see what you can do with a pussy you don't know," she said, lifting her skirt to show him her blond thatch of hair. "D-do you like it?"

"It's a pretty little thing, isn't it?" Ira said, wondering if he was going to see a lot more pussies in the future, not that he was complaining. He didn't think any guy would willingly pass up seeing what they were willing to show.

"Mmmhmm, now let's put that mouth to..." Carla began to say but Ira beat her to it. "Mmm... shit!" she gasped loudly as Ira's tongue slipped inside of her. Her thighs were trembling within seconds due to her lack of sex over the past six months. "Oh god yes, taste it!" Carla moaned, as she held his head to her sex. "God Bridgett," she moaned, as his tongue rolled within her canal, "I'm so jealous, no one ever eats my pussy like this," rolling her hips to get Ira's tongue deeper into her cunt.

"I know, you look so hot up there," Bridgett said, her eyes running down Carla's body.​