Converted: Bring the Family, part 18

On her hands and her knees, Samantha pushed her head between Ben’s muscular legs, deep-throating his cock with a low hum.
Sharon stood behind her as the girl started bobbing her head up and down slowly. She traded a glance with Ben, that reclined back in the stuffed chair, putting his hands behind his head and enjoying the service. Samantha was sucking and coughing, shuddering for the lack of oxygen, Ben’s massive prick filling her mouth and choking her. But she kept going at it with a determined frown.
“She needs practice,” he said.
Between his knees, her lips smeared in black, Samantha accelerated, sucking in her cheeks, and her eyes flared as she put her right hand at the base of the man’s shaft.
“Hmmm, that’s better.”

Sharon stared as her sister’s back muscles boiled up to compensate the girl’s boobs expanding. Using her other hand, and without breaking her rhythm, Samantha undid the clasp of her bra, letting her new improved tits fly free.
She let go of Ben’s now perfectly clean cock and arched her back, shaking her head, her long hair falling like a curtain down her back. She cupped her boobs with her hands and trapped Ben’s cock in her cleavage, and started rubbing herself along his prick.
Ben’s eyes widened as Sharon erupted in an evil laugh, and she placed her cigarette between her sister’s black lips. Samantha took a long drag, filling her lungs while she kept squashing Ben’s cock between her tits. Then she turned, she spat away the spent butt of the cigarette, and dove down again on the man’s shaft, taking it all in in a single go, pushing it down to her tonsils while she exhaled the smoke through her nostrils.
“Oh, shit baby!” Ben grinned.
Samantha gave him a saucy glance and she started sucking him again, her head bobbing furiously. She placed her hands on his knees for support. Her nails were long and sharp, painted a liquid gray color.
Ben put his hands on her head, seconding her movements.
“I’m about to let go, baby,” he said, his voice a low rumble.
Samantha quickened her motion.

Color was draining from her hair, and the long strands were slowly curling like the tentacles of an aquatic creature.   Her moans and her hums were increasing in volume, and Ben’s expression was ecstatic as he finally rocked his hips and started pouring an endless torrent of fiery cum down her throat.
For two long minutes she sucked on Ben’s cock and drained it of every last drop of jism. Then she let go of the now limp tool, and she sat back on her heels, stretching her back, her arms in the air, a cascade of soft gray curls falling on her large tits.
She turned her head and gave Sharon a long appreciative stare. She brushed her hair off her face and licked her puffy cocksucker lips.
“Got a cigarette, sister?” she said in a low-pitched voice.

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Sophie pulled the needle out and snapped the tourniquet free. Suzanne’s arm veins ran black beneath her pale skin and the girl let out a low, guttural, obscene grunt and fell back on the bed, her arms spread out, her legs dangling down, still wrapped in her denim skirt.
Mary lit a cigarette and handed it to Sophie.
“Think it’s gonna take long?” she asked.
As in response to her question, Suzanne gasped, arching her back and sitting up. “Oh, fuck, Christ, yes!” she blurted.
She grasped her tits and ripped the bra off with a growl. She shook her head, and her long mousy hair fell on her face. She tried to stand but fell back on the mattress, giggling wildly.
Mary leaned on her sister’s shoulder. “Shit, I should have got it in my arm, too!”
Suzanne rolled on the bed, vomiting obscenities.
She finally let go of her boobs, and started fidgeting with the clasps of her skirt. Her tits bounced up and down like two basketballs filled with jello while her waist contracted. She finally shrugged off her skirt without undoing  it. Her square-finished nails slipped under the waistband of her panties and she gasped happily as her fingers found her slit and slid inside of her.
Her mother and her aunt watched the young woman as she masturbated to climax, her big tits bouncing and her punk hair  turned into a sweeping crest, like a cloud of dark and lurid curls sided by short-cropped, velvet-like hair over the ears and by the sides of the face.
Suddenly, Sophie chuckled. “What the fuck,” she said.
She dropped her spent cigarette on the floor and knelt on the mattress by Suzanne wringing body. With a grin, she pulled the girl’s hand out of her panties.
“Oh, yesss!”
Suzanne sat up, her eyes larger than they used to be, the pupils deep dilated pools of blackness, and with a grin she pushed her face between her aunt’s tits. Her tongue was long and sharp and searching.
Sophie laughed, pulling down the zip of her leather vest, while Mary climbed on the bed in turn, and positioned herself at the back of her daughter, grasping firmly her tits from behind.
Suzanne looked up, taking a breath like a deep sea diver, and laughed out loud.
“Shit, mother, aren’t your hands cold!”
Mary grasped Suzanne’s inch-long stiff nipples between first and second fingers, like she was holding cigarettes.
“We’ll find a way to warm you up, you slut!”
“Hurry!”
The three women collapsed on the mattress in a giggling mass of writhing arms and legs.