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skin, sliding his hands all over her in his possession; massaging her cunt, her thighs, and amazing tits. “You want this?” he taunted, as he teased her anal opening with his throbbing dick. “You want me in your ass don’t you?”
                  Vivian thought she would explode if he didn’t do it. “Dammit, do it!” she groaned and then cried out in shock as he pushed her down into the pillows and shoved the swollen rod into her---hard. She winced with pain, only to begin moaning with pleasure as he fucked her ass. Her hands gripped the sheets as he pushed into the tight flesh. In and out, she screamed at the hot shaft stretching her painfully; sobbing with delight as the torture became white-hot flames.
                  “Shit, woman you’re so tight,” he grunted between thrusts, sweat pouring down his face.
                  “Oh, Dean,” she whimpered clutching the sheets. “Oh, Dean! Oh, fuck!”
                  His balls made slapping sounds against her ass. Vivian gritted her teeth and screeched into the pillow as she came, wet and pulsing. Dean winced as his cock convulsed painfully, then screamed in a blinding explosion of lust as he filled her ass. He flopped onto her back and buried his head into her hair, trying to catch his breath. “That was amazing,” he breathed at last, kissing her neck.
                  “As amazing as Lucy?”
                  He kissed her cheek and then her delicious mouth. “Lucy who?”
                  “DEAN!”
                  Dean’s spine stiffened at the voice. His head turned slowly and there was Lucy dressed in white jeans and sweater staring at them with a look of pain on her lovely face. He blinked. It couldn’t be. She wasn’t here. But when he opened his eyes again there she was, this time with tears streaming down her pale face.
                  “Dean,” she said again, this time barely a whisper. Her nose was bleeding.
                  His eyes widened. “Oh my God, Lucy!”
                  Lucy had gotten off early and concerned for Dean, raced over so he wouldn’t have to confront Vivian alone. No one had met her at the door and she let herself in. The house had been oddly quiet. It was late, so most of the servants were asleep. Strange sounds were coming from her old room, so she went upstairs and there in her bed where she had slept and dreamed little girl dreams, were Dean and Vivian going at it like two dogs in heat. She’d heard and seen enough.
                  She wanted to flee, but the sight of Dean fucking her stepmother was her father all over again. She hadn’t been able to move. Just watch as Vivian wrapped herself around him as he pounded into her. And listen to his moans as Vivian gave him what she had not. That last part had torn her in two.
                  Lucy couldn’t move as Dean withdrew from Vivian and rushed toward her. “Lucy, your nose!”
                  Even Vivian was sitting up with a sheet draped over her heaving bosom and looking a little worried. Lucy suffered from nosebleeds all her life, mostly when she was upset. And they weren’t just the run of the mill nosebleeds. Sometimes they wouldn’t stop and she could remember the countless times that Vivian had rushed her to the Emergency room. Sometimes she’d needed a transfusion because she lost so much blood.
                  She stared at Vivian and then at Dean naked and coming at her with a washcloth. She felt the hot, salty liquid gush out of her nose and down her mouth. She looked down. Blood was all over her new white sweater, down her jeans, and dripping onto her old pink carpet in a final mocking eulogy.
                  Dean got to her and Lucy shoved him away and took off crying and bleeding down the hallway and down the stairs. She could barely see and knocked over