Bimbo Dust-New Batch
Chapter Four.
No foul language in the comments. All characters are over eighteen years old. Please read previous chapters or else nothing will make sense. So sit back and enjoy the next chapter of Bimbo Dust.
The next morning.
Richie was woken up, with Candace's arm draped over his muscular torso. He could not believe what he had gotten away with— turning his teammates' mothers into pliant bimbo playthings. He got up, pulling his silk boxers on, then pulling a blue hoodie over his head. He smirked to himself in the mirror.
He heard moaning coming from his mother Isobel's bedroom; then, "Yes, fuck your mother with those fingers. Yesss, just like that, mmmmpppfff." Samantha, his sister, must be playing with their mother.
The Bimbo Dust was wearing off, as they were not speaking gibberish any longer, but they were still very much under the influence, which was getting stronger. They just wanted to fuck all the time, and they just did not care if anyone watched.
There was grunting, and then everything fell silent. Then he heard moaning and grunting again and muffled voices. He crept down the hall to his mother's room, which now had a silver crucifix on the door. He opened the door and peeked in.
He saw his mum watching lesbian videos on Xvideos.com, as Samantha's boobs squeezed tightly against her mother's back. Her hands were spooning Isobel's large, engorged, milky double-J-cup breasts, palming her very sensitive areolas, twisting her long nipples with her petite fingers.
Sister Abigail, with her starched wimple on, was between Isobel's legs, slowly licking her inner thighs with her long, pink tongue as it drew closer to the vulva lips. Giving it small kisses as she got nearer, The scent of pineapple became overpowering, which made her lick like a bitch in heat. Samantha also placed small kisses down Isobel's spine, giving her goosebumps all over; Isobel started writhing and tingling with incestuous energy surging through her voluptuous curves.
Isobel's juices almost overwhelmed Sister Abigail's open mouth, but the nun did not miss a single drop, as she looked into Isobel's eyes, showing her her mouth was empty, that she had swallowed the lot, and not even gagged as it went down; which made her body explode in an animalistic orgasm.
"Yes, that's the spot, mmmm, keep going," with her hands on Sister Abigail's starched wimple, forcing her head back between her wide thighs. Sister Abigail was totally overwhelmed with the sweet scent which whiffed up her nostrils, which made her lick like a possessed animal.
Just watching them paw each other with animalistic lust, gave Richie a hard-on; he shifted his shaft in his boxers. He was just about to go to join the fun when he heard the door being knocked on loudly. They were not expecting anyone today, he thought to himself, as he looked out the top window to see who it was.
He was shocked to see three police officers standing there. One in uniform and peaked cap, the other two were in plain clothing suit and ties. He kept quiet, then he heard them talking.
"Don't think they are in, we will come back later." the uniformed officer said, looking around the front of the house. Before leaving, they put a note through the mail slot with contact details on a card from the Cove Bay Police Department.
First of all, he needed to be a bit more discreet about the Bimbo Dust. So he had to come up with a plan.
The police department was local and only had four or five staff. The next police department was about twenty miles away in Old Town. So he would visit them soon, but not now, as he packed a few suitcases for clothes, bras, G-strings, and a few other things, like the nun outfit of Sister Abigail.
They would go over to Dominique Elwes' mansion estate, to join the rest of the bimbofied soccer mums, before he would contact the police department. That seemed to be the plan, at least for now, as he checked to see if the coast was clear, before he packed his mum's minivan in the garage, so no one could see what he was up to.
He took a seat in the kitchen, watching his sister Samantha snogging the face off her mother, their tongues intertwined deep inside each other's mouths, with Samantha's hands spooning Isobel's large, football-sized breasts swinging in her red bikini top. The bikini really showed off her 34JJ-25-35 figure, with Isobel's long, greyish hair flowing down her back.
Sister Abigail was watching the video of the party, playing with her vulva, teasing her lips, sticking a finger in her pussy; then, licking the juices off her fingers. "Yum, yum, lunch," the nun said, as she licked her own juices from her fingers. Then she sat on Richie's knee, then began kissing his neck, then groping and spooning his shaft; still with her starched wimple upon her head.
Richie pushed her away for a moment. "Right. Ladies, it's time to visit our new family, at the Elwes' mansion estate, so you have five minutes, then we are rolling out," he said sternly, as he finished eating a healthy salad with asparagus; which someone had told him would make his shaft taste even better for his bimbofied ladies. He took a gulp of tap water.
Sister Abigail jumped off of Richie's lap and darted up the stairs to pack. The same for his mum and Samantha, as he watched their buttocks wobbling like little girls in the candy shop.
