Chapter 151: Chapter 151 – A Masterpiece of Depravity

I lifted my face from the damp whirlpool of my cow’s pussy, but my fingers, buried deep inside her, kept moving, massaging and stimulating her sensitive spot. Her spit and her juices coated my chin and cheeks. I glanced toward Gwenneth—my whining pig.

All the while, my hips continued to move wildly, thrusting my big cock deep into Angeline’s throat beneath me. Each thrust stretched her throat, and she could only take it with teary eyes, looking like she was choking yet not daring to pull away.

“Gwen,” I said, my voice hoarse yet dripping with mockery. “Doesn’t this situation feel strange to you? I’m fingering your mom’s pussy… I’m fucking your little sister’s mouth until she chokes… and you, the eldest, are whining to join in. Where is the old you, Gwen? The arrogant, haughty one who looked down on everything?”

Gwenneth froze. Her wild eyes darted from her mother’s pleasured face, to her sister’s body pinned beneath me, then to my cock sliding in and out of Angeline’s mouth.

She knew. She knew this was all wrong. Twisted. Disgusting. It crossed every moral line imaginable. The last shred of rationality in her head screamed that this was the utter ruin of every value she’d ever held.

But… her body. Her burning body, honed and reshaped by my touch, by desperation, by fear, and by a perverse pleasure she never imagined could exist.

Her pussy felt like it was on fire, tingling with a painful emptiness. Her breasts were heavy and sensitive. Every hair on her body seemed to beg to be touched, dominated, owned. The pleasure she’d known under my control… it was real. More real than pride, stronger than logic.

Tears welled in her eyes, a mix of shame, devastation, and insatiable physical need. Her lips trembled, and a subdued, utterly defeated voice escaped.

“Ri… right now…” she let out a choked sob, then closed her eyes, as if accepting her lowest fate. “Right now… I’m just… your pig, Master.”

A bitter, trembling, utterly humiliated smile stretched across her beautiful face beneath that pig-snout nose.

Seeing that total fall, immense satisfaction flooded me.

“Correct!” I cried out, my voice full of triumph. “A good answer, pet. A very good one!”

Then, a mischievous idea popped into my head. “Well then, Piggy… put on a good show for me. Do… a twerk. Or whatever slutty dance you can manage. Get me more excited while I fuck this cow and this bunny.”

I thrust deeper into Angeline’s mouth to emphasize my point.

“Maybe once I’m satisfied… I’ll touch you too.”

Gwenneth looked confused. “Tw… twerking? I… I don’t know how, Master.”

“Stupid pig!” I barked, but my tone was more teasing. “Twerking is shaking your ass! Jiggle your butt back and forth, make it wobble and quiver! Show me that pig ass is worthy of being humiliated and used!”

The clear, if crude, instructions seemed to get through. Gwenneth, her face still flushed with shame, slowly began to move.

She turned her body, presenting her plump, firm rear, tightly wrapped in the pink silk that was now completely transparent from wetness. The ridiculously minimal cheeky panties covered almost nothing, only serving to emphasize the cleft of her ass.

She started to sway her hips. At first it was stiff, awkward, full of embarrassment. But then, perhaps remembering my words, or perhaps her own body beginning to surrender to the rhythm, her movements changed.

She began to shake her ass wildly. Her hips swung side to side, then rolled in circles, making her round cheeks jiggle and wobble in a profoundly vulgar and enticing way. The soaked pink silk clung tightly, highlighting every muscle twitch, every ripple of flesh.

She bent over slightly, placing her hands on her knees, then shook her ass harder toward me. The cleft of her ass opened and closed with the motion, offering glimpses of her pink anus and her soaked pussy behind the thin fabric. She even started letting out soft moans, muffled sounds escaping her lips in time with her shakes.

It was disgusting. It was humiliating. But also… incredibly, undeniably sexy. Watching the woman who was once so proud and haughty debase herself into a sexual clown, shaking her ass like a cheap whore just for a scrap of my attention…

“Yes! Just like that, Piggy! Keep going!” I groaned, watching the vulgar display.

It aroused me even more. My hips moved faster, rougher, in Angeline’s mouth. The sound of Angeline’s choked gags, combined with Delilah’s moans and Gwenneth’s heavy, lustful breathing, created a perfect lewd symphony.

I was so focused I didn’t notice the Angeline beneath me had stopped responding a while ago. When I finally pulled my cock from her mouth with a wet pop, I saw her pale face, her eyes shut, drool and my cum dripping from the corner of her slack mouth. She had fainted, likely from a combination of oxygen deprivation and overwhelming pleasure.

“Tch, such a weak bunny,” I grumbled, patting her cheek, but she didn’t stir.

I turned to Delilah, whose face was still flush with the blissful, sated expression of someone who’d just climaxed hard from my fingers.

“What do you think, Mom?” I asked, my index finger still buried inside her, moving gently. “About the… Pig’s performance?”

Delilah shifted her gaze from my face to her eldest daughter, who was still shaking her ass with abandon.

Her expression was complex—there was pity, perhaps a mother’s shame, but also… acceptance. She sighed.

“She… looks very sexy, Master. And… very vulgar.” She paused, then her voice softened. “But… have mercy on her, Master. She’s… fallen far enough.”

I laughed. “Mercy? Oh, mom, you’re too kind.”

But then I looked at Gwenneth, still diligently shaking her ass. “But… you’re right about one thing. She’s doing well.”

I pulled my fingers from her pussy, then stood on the bed. My cock stood rigid and throbbing, slick with Angeline’s saliva.

“Piggy! Stop!”

Gwenneth immediately froze, her body still quivering from momentum. She looked at me, breathing heavily, her eyes full of hope and fear.

“I’ll give you a reward,” I said. “For your good show.”

Real, wild joy shone in Gwenneth’s eyes. “Really, Master? Thank you! Thank you!”

“But first,” I continued, “Mom… turn around. On all fours. Now.”

Delilah, though slightly confused, obeyed. With a grace that persisted despite her nudity and the uncomfortable cow costume, she turned and got on her hands and knees, her plump rear raised high. Her fluffy white cow tail dangled teasingly between her buttocks.

“And you, Piggy,” I ordered Gwenneth. “Climb on. Get on the Cow’s back.”

Gwenneth gasped. “W-What? But—”

“Get on!” I snapped.

She obeyed. Moving awkwardly, she crawled onto the bed and mounted her mother’s kneeling back. Her position was now like she was riding Delilah. Her wet pink silk clung to her mother’s skin, which was only covered by leather straps. The sight was… profoundly bizarre, deeply taboo, yet intensely erotic.

But something was still missing.

I looked at my little bunny, still coughing and confused on the bed as she regained consciousness. I grabbed her, lifted her light body, and placed her on Gwenneth’s back.

Now, there was a stack: Delilah on the bottom on all fours, Gwenneth crawling on top of her, and Angeline lying on her back atop Gwenneth.

“M-master?” Angeline asked, her voice hoarse, her eyes watery and confused.

I took a step back, taking in the sight.

Three golden-haired women, stacked in a pose so humiliating and lewd. Delilah with her elegant body wrapped in straps and lace, her generous rear offered up. Above her, Gwen in transparent pink silk, trembling, the pig snout on her nose. And on top, Angeline in her nearly useless black lace, her bunny ears drooping, her body limp but conscious.

Their beautiful golden blonde hair created a stunning gradient under the bedroom light. Their vulgar animal costumes became the perfect accessories for this obscene family revelry.

All three of their pussies were wet and open, ready. Their asses, with their different tails, swayed faintly in anticipation.

This… this was a masterpiece. A sight so beautiful in its depravity, so perfect in its chaos. I felt my cock throb harder, ready to wreck this stack of beautiful pets one by one.

“Beautiful…” I murmured, almost like a prayer. “You’re… perfect.”

I stepped closer to the pile of my pets.

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