Coughing softly, Prim wiped her chin, saliva and pre-cum dripping down across her creamy skin. Falling backwards, she rested against the wall, taking a moment to herself as she regained her breath. It was safe to say that her side business of her small gloryhole had taken off considerably. Every day she made her way to her small alcove and serviced cock after cock after cock, suckling and gorging herself again and again. Sitting there, naked, she had already had three shafts push themselves through the small hole, their hard lengths familiar to Prim. As much as she hated the fact, she had become somewhat familiar with the men that frequented the hole. It turned out, that of all the perverse men in District Twelve, that the majority of them were repeat customers to her cheap fuck-hole. After several days, she began to notice who people were by the cocks they pushed through. Not that Prim knew any of their faces. One of the regulars disappeared around the corner, his cum leaking out of the corner of her mouth. The cool air rushed across her naked body, her pussy slick and wet with arousal, her chest smeared with pre-cum, cum and spit, rendering her pert little tits slick and glossy. Catching her breath, Prim cleaned herself up a little, wiping away the worst of the mess and making sure her clothes were tucked away and out of the splash zone. As she did so, another client stepped up to the hole. Peering through the cracks, she recognised him as a miner, speckled with coal dust in and tattered clothing. The man was tall and muscular, with a clean- shaven jaw. She couldn't see above but knew that he had brown hair. Pulling back, she wasn't any more curious about his identity as he was about hers. Dropping payment through the hole, the man once again checked up and down the small alley-way, before beginning to unbuckle his trousers, leaving Prim eager to see what he had to offer her. She loved new clients. New cocks. It was all so exciting.
Dropping his trousers slightly, he pushed his cock through the hole, Prim grinning ear to ear as she was presented with a thick, gorgeous slab of man-meat. She was hardly a connoisseur of cock, but she knew the kind she liked. And this was it. It was thick and bulging, swelling slightly in the middle before rolling down into an engorged, gleaming tip. Pre-cum already glossed across the purplish flesh, his foreskin lightly peeled back. With a little extra effort, he slipped his balls inside, their heaviness showing just how cum-laden they were. Despite not being a connoisseur, Prim was most definitely fond of the taste of cum. She was barely any good at actually sucking cock, but the reward was always worth her stunted efforts.
Lifting her small hands to his heavy shaft, she cradled it in her palms, lightly stroking her fingers back and forth, pumping across his pulsating shaft, feeling him quiver at the slightest touch. He let out a deep groan as soon as she touched him, revealing just how long he had gone without sexual relief; as was common with the miners of Twelve. Leaning forwards, she pressed her lips against the side of his cock, relishing the deep breaths that escaped his lips as a result. Trailing those kisses further along his shaft, winding back up to that magnificent tip, she planted her lips delicately against the sensitive bulb of flesh, feeling his entire dick shake in her hands. Giggling softly, she parted her lips, wrapping them around the tip, her tongue working back and forth across the head, suckling and lathering it in saliva, curling and flicking across it, searching for and savouring as much pre-cum as she could get on her tongue. Her own moans shuddered against his cock, eliciting groans from him as he thrust his cock forwards, wanting more from her. Too consumed to note the familiarity in the sounds coming from the other side of the wooden panel, Prim angled her throat downwards and began to push, letting his cock stretch her thin lips even further, pushing her to her limits. Twelve had a surprising number of meaty cocks, but Prim had yet to master the ability needed to take larger shafts deeper into her throat. Trying her best despite her spasming and quivering lips, Prim continued to move her hands back and forth, stroking and jerking the heaving cock.
As she took around a third of his cock into her throat, she began to gag and splutter wildly, spilling a considerable amount of saliva down and along his shaft, which her hands immediately launched into massaging and stroking up and along his length. With her fingers growing slicker and slicker by the moment, the wet slapping sound of her hands hitting the base of his cock, Prim began to let out deep moans of arousal. The inherent sounds of sex in any form reminded her of her sister; reminded her of the satisfaction she felt after endless nights of intimate love-making with Katniss. As she moved her lips further down his bulging cock, her throat fighting her at every inch, the young girl spurred on simply by a desire to prove her oral abilities, to show her sister just how talented her gullet could be when fed a cock of such considerable length. Moaning and humming like a wild slut, she choked on his length, coughing wildly as she pushed herself too far. Drawing back, Prim quickly recovered, her stuffed cheeks deflating slightly as she rolled her lips back to the mysterious man's tip, her tongue launching into a barrage of wild and tender licks, surging across his throbbing head, tasting the copious amounts of pre-cum the stranger generously offered the young whore. Each splash that drenched her tongue caused her to quiver wildly, her pussy thrumming with desire and pleasure, wanting nothing more than to play with herself, however, Prim was devoted to jerking and playing with the client, knowing full well that there would be plenty time for her to carve her fingers through her folds in the comfort of her own bed, with free access to a wealth of naughty and perverse thoughts. Starting to bounce her lips back and forth, Prim worked her mouth down his cock at slow and languid pace, taking each inch at a measured tempo, knowing full well the pleasure of a blowjob came in the friction of her soft lips caressing along his length, tenderly massaging him with each bouncing slurp.
Her hands grew stickier and slicker, allowing for a sloppy handjob. Surprised by the stamina the client had, she took it ran with it. Most guys sprayed their loads after a simply flick of her tongue, with so many of them holding themselves right on the verge of orgasm for days on end, ready to be unleashed by a single explosive lap of her tongue. But the cock in her mouth was able to survive her most salacious of tongue movements. Admittedly, she wasn't exactly the most experienced cock-sucker in the world, with most of her experience being with those that took the most simple of oral work as the most orgasmic and blissful thing in the world. Ultimately, she found the challenge of the cock in her mouth to be one that she readily needed, prompting her to push her tongue out further than her lips, stretching it down along the throbbing length of his cock, even as her throat quivered beneath his gorgeous majesty. Her own arousal leaked down her thighs, turning her creamy skin into a slick and glossy mess, gleaming with her juices. The more she moved her lips back and forth along his cock, the deeper her arousal and desire to push her ass up against the hole and allow him to claim her cunt; take her pussy from behind and fuck her. She would have been lying if she said she hadn't thought of it before. With so many cocks having pushed their way into her little nook, she wondered if she should simply throw caution to the wind and surrender her tightest and wettest of holes. Everytime the urge arose, she was reminded of her sister's defiance to such a thing, how she always prompted Prim to remain uncorrupted: undefiled. Yet, Katniss was of in the Hunger Games, being bent over in a forest and fucked day in day out. What did she know about remaining undefiled? Such thoughts quickly melted out of Prim's mind as she suckled on the man's engorged dick. At least... they would have. Had a wayward moan of the man not entered her ears.
"Mmm... Fuck... Suck my dick... Suck my cock, Katniss... Take it... Take it cat-nip..." he moaned, the sound loud enough for Prim to hear, her lips ceasing in their movement, remaining stretched over the bulbous head of his cock. Her eyes widened as she processed it, realising exactly what those words meant. There was only one person in the world that referred to Katniss like that. Gale. Gale had his cock plunged through her little gloryhole. No... Gale had his cock stuffed half-way down Prim's throat, not knowing that it was Katniss's cute little sister that he was getting sucked off by.
Staring up at him instinctively, Prim quickly realised that she couldn't see him.
Slowly pulling her lips backwards, Prim thought through everything she could possibly do to escape that situation. She couldn't pretend she wasn't there, because her avid suckling on his throbbing cock had proven otherwise. She couldn't ignore him as he had paid for her services. She couldn't escape as he'd discover that Prim Everdeen was working a gloryhole, sucking cocks for money and moaning like a common whore as she did so. It was only as her lips passed over his cock-head that the other option crossed her mind. She could continue to suck his cock. It was wrong and perverse and spoke to psychological issues on levels that she couldn't even fathom. Yet, she had already done all the hard work. His dick was close to exploding into orgasm. After all... Why couldn't she? No doubt Gale was missing Katniss just as much as she was and was taking the same fantasy satisfaction out of the current situation that she had been only moments before. What was the harm in her finishing the job she had started?
He did have a magnificent cock after all.
It was a strange thing to admit to herself in that moment, yet, her arousal and desire got the better of her. The fact that she had allowed her arousal to compound in her core, not even offering herself a measure of relief by rubbing her pussy and relieving that pent-up lust, all ultimately meant that that lust clouded her decision making. And so, she eased her lips back forwards, gliding them along his cock with renewed vigour and excitement, slurping hungrily on that delectable shaft, keeping the fact that she was blowing Gale, her sister's best-friend and lover, in the fore-front of her mind, maintaining that lustful desire to gorge herself on his massive throbbing cock. It was easily the most pleasure and satisfaction she had gotten out of sucking a cock before. Knowing that Gale's chiselled and muscular form was the one heavily breathing on the other side of that thin wooden wall excited her to no end. Her hands caressed along his veiny shaft, her small tender palms massaging those cum-laden balls. He had evidently kept his load to himself for a considerable length of time, prompting Prim to lose herself amidst the fantasy that the last time he had cum had been with her sister, meaning that she was relieving weeks of pent-up sexual tension. Why that made her pussy throb and her heart race, Prim would never know, but she thrived on it in that moment, bouncing her lips along his shaft with a ravenous hunger, the sloppy sounds of his cock-head smacking the back of her throat and bringing forth a barrage of gags and splutters as a result. She wanted to let him fill her throat to the brim; to stretch her gullet. She wanted to feel her nose buried in his pubic hair, feel those balls churning and heaving against her chin.
Hoping that Gale would return to the gloryhole regularly so that she could practice inhaling a larger length, Prim was beginning to lose herself amidst thoughts and desires that had never filled her mind.
With his eyes clamped shut, Gale lost himself amidst his own personal fantasy.
Watching Katniss's first day in the Hunger Games was beyond enthralling and abhorrent. Seeing her get embroiled in such perverse sexual antics, fucking and getting fucked by random people, was too much for Gale. He had hoped he would wait for her to return before allowing himself the relief of sex, yet he couldn't. Seeing her swallow several cocks and bury her tongue inside different women's clutching pussies had brought him to desire relief. And so he imagined it was her. That the barrier between him and her wasn't there, that the inexperienced mouth working her lips across his cock in fact belonged to her. Every inch of her naked body was memorised to him and he could see he kneeling in front of him. Holding of his orgasm as he savoured the picturesque fantasy, he relished the tender suckling sounds coming from the opposite side of the small wooden barrier, remembering all the times that Katniss had pressed her lips against the base of his cock, deepthroating his entire length. If only the whore sucking his cock right now could have done that. If she had, the orgasm he would have experienced would have been indescribable. Little did he know how close to home his fantasies ultimately were. How it was the rounded rosy cheeks of the innocent blonde sibling to Katniss currently sucking on his cock. How her features would have reminded him somewhat of her brunette counterpart. The wooden barrier between them was nothing short of a cock-block to opportunity, only allowing access to the most carnal of pleasures. Had it toppled to the side then and there, the most heavenly of realisations would have overcome them both and brought fantasies to forefront, binding them in reality.
Ultimately, the pleasure became too much for Gale. His cock began to twitch and throb within the mysterious mouth of the girl on the other side of the panel. Before he knew it, her lips and hands brought forth the first spurt of his massive load, spraying several strands of cum into her mouth, the rest of his load being milked out across her body, Prim craving the splattering feeling of his seed. Moaning with her mouth empty, Prim gave Gale the first hint of her identity as Gale swore those whimpers and moans sounded familiar. However, his lust-driven mind didn't think to question it, not when he still had a couple beads of cum to be milked from his tip.
With his cock beginning to soften, he pulled back, stuffing himself back inside her trousers and speeding away swiftly, leaving Prim to herself. Almost immediately, her hands dropped to her pussy, rubbing her clit and sensitive folds with wild purchase.
The sensitivity of her body was unbelievable. Sinking against the wall, it seemed like every part of her body was on fire, with even the places in which her arm rested against her stomach seemingly thriving with intense pleasure. Rubbing her pussy, she thought of her sister, those curvaceous hips and all the sexual deviancy that came along with her. The burn in her core was only intensified by the idea of Gale and Katniss together, their bodies grinding together in a heated display of sexual affection, sweat gleaming and glistening on their bodies as Prim watched them rutting together. Slowly, her fantasy expanded and soon she was inched nearer to them, eventually sliding down onto Gale's cock herself, her sister lavishing her breasts with kisses and licks, her tongue working magic and wonders across her nipples as she taught her blonde sister how to ride cock. Taking it slowly at first, Gale revealed himself as a sensitive and caring lover, with his cock rocking into her pussy and plumbing her depths with purpose and intensity. The pleasure of her masturbation paled in comparison to the possibility of her fantasies. And what magnificent fantasies they were.
Those fantasies carried with Prim all the way home. After she cleaned herself up and redressed herself, she chose a tactical time to exit her small nook and made her way swiftly out the grimier aspects of District Twelve and wound her way back towards her house. Deciding that it would be more comfortable to continue her delicious exploration of her newfound fantasies in the comfort of her own bed, she let her mind wander as she walked. She recalled all the times that Katniss would sneak of to the woods with Gale, imagining all the lustful fucks they would have in the wild nest of trees at the fringes of the Districts. Wondering if one day Katniss would take her on one such venture, Prim wondered exactly what they would have gotten up to, what specific acts they would have enjoyed. Gale seemed particularly enthusiastic about her blowjob so perhaps that was his preference? Maybe that's what Katniss preferred.
Perhaps she loved the feeling of a thick and rigid cock thrusting into her throat, the sumptuous taste flooding her senses as she relished the spurts of pre-cum; an appetizer for the final explosive and delicious end. Katniss would have been much better at sucking cock than she was. Whilst the brunette certainly didn't enjoy the idea of her exploring her sexuality with others, Prim was somewhat keen to learn how to suck cock better. How to take them into her throat and nestle her lips right against the base of their shafts. Moaning softly to herself as she walked, she imagined both her and Katniss crammed into the small nook of her gloryhole, sucking cocks in tandem with one another, guzzling shaft after shaft, their warm bodies sandwiched together in ecstasy driven pleasure. The mere thought was enough to get her dripping wet to the point that she felt her panties growing slicker and slicker.
As she continued, it was only then that she realised that she had been so consumed in thought that she had completely passed her house and had to double back, ducking inside with a slight embarrassed tinge to her cheeks.
As she entered the small kitchen of their home, she noticed the small fuzzy TV sat on the counter-top displaying the Hunger Games. Leaning in, she tried to discern what was going on, but couldn't really figured who any of the people were. Knowing Katniss's body intimately, she was able to rule out the fact it wasn't her and thus wasn't interested in the slightest. Dropping her bag onto the chair, she searched around the small constricted lower half of their home for her mother but found no trace of her. It was only then that she began to discern a muffled sound that was separate from the grainy crackle of the TV. Curious, Prim flipped the switch on the TV and immediately made out the sound. It was creaking. But that of the floorboards, but rather... rather the bed upstairs. Thinking that it was strange, Prim didn't even think of the obvious and instead went to investigate the disturbance, thinking that perhaps someone had broken in and was using their bed for whatever nefarious reason.
As she got half-way up the stair, she tactically dodged the squeaky stair and made her way into the small landing outside her bedroom. The door was open a small tad and as she leant in close, her eyes widened and her jaw dropped to the floor before curling into a perverse grin, her hand slipping along the creases of her dress, lightly caressing her thigh. Suddenly, all fantasies of what Katniss and Gale got up to in the forests dissipated and Prim found herself unbelievably thankful that she decided to wait until she got home to masturbate as it meant that she had herself a show.
Her mother was sprawled out on the bed, completely and utterly naked. The sight was something to see and shifted Prim's view towards her mother entirely. Before then, Mrs Everdeen had appeared as the comely depressed mother to her, without a sexual bone in her body, yet now... now she was salaciously nude and flaunting her delectable body. She was thin and a little bony in places, yet her slim figure allowed for her breasts to bulge into pert little handfuls, her puffy pink nipples standing rock-hard in the cold air of the bedroom. Whilst Prim couldn't properly ogle her mother's ass, she was willing to be it was a well-formed if not as delightfully plump as Katniss's juicy arse. But the most interesting aspect of her mother's body, was the slick wet slit that carved its way between her thighs, mired amidst a wild nest of blonde pubic hair. Her pussy was dripping wet, with the long slender fingers that were rubbing and massaging it becoming glistening and gleaming. Breathing softly, Prim slowly slid down to the floor, propping herself up against the wall and giving herself a good and decent angle to watch her mother lavishing her own body, ravishing her sumptuous and silky folds with her fingers, playing with herself to a chorus of creaks and moans. Why her mother had chosen to utilise her bed as opposed to the rest of the house was beyond Prim, yet she found some perverse kinkiness in discovering that her mother used it for her own sexual relief. Perhaps her mother found a similar satisfaction in defiling her daughter's place of sleep. Once again inching down the path of perverse fantasies and the deliciously naughty thoughts that wormed their ways through people's minds, Prim reminded herself that there would be plenty of time to allow herself to enjoy her own fantasies. Right now, she had something very real and very sexy to enjoy. She sure as hell wasn't going to waste the fine display of her mother's creamy flesh and opt for her own imagination. Her own quivering pussy would never allow it.
Hiking up her dress, Prim hooked her fingers slowly inside of her panties, peeling them down a touch to give herself free and unrestrained access to her dripping wet pussy. The first scintillating touch almost caused her to moan to loudly, but even if she had, her mother was so engrossed in the act of playing with herself that she would likely not have noticed. Running her fingers tentatively across her own pussy, Prim had to bite her lip to stop herself from making too much noise, relishing the sight and sheer eagerness of her mother's wandering fingers. Mrs Everdeen was properly going at it, arching her back and thrusting her crotch into her fingers, desperately rutting against herself as she did so, unwittingly flaunting a look at her round little ass to Prim, the younger blonde breathing inwards sharply as she saw it; as well as the wetness that had soaked into the fabric. She'd been at this a long time and with equal intensity to what she was doing now. Her mother always spoke of what she did when Prim was out yet described chores and such; not wild and voracious sexual deviancy. Naturally, Prim wasn't as equally perfect, having spent her evening sucking cock as opposed to doing a few neighbourhood jobs. It seemed that both blondes of the Everdeen family were as secretively sexual as each other. Wondering what would happen if Prim entered the room there and then, the young girl imagined all the sexual antics that could occur. Her mother, in a wild animalistic haze would fling her to the bed and jam her fingers inside her own daughter's cunt, channel her sexual frustrations into driving endless numbers of orgasms into the young girl. Or perhaps she'd be embarrassed, and Prim would take the role of the sexual promiscuous hunter, stalking her prey and getting ever closer, seducing her own mother into boundless worlds of rutting animalistic sex. The possibilities were endless. Ignoring the likely reality of her mother panicking and freaking out, she lost herself in the thoughts, her eyes latched onto her mother's pussy.
Mrs Everdeen had an expressive way of masturbating, with both her hands at work between her legs. Each hand worked back and forth, with different combinations of fingers driving themselves along her folds, spreading them apart and lightly slapping her exposed entrance, or caressing her clit whilst she sank three fingers into herself. Or she would lay both hands flat against her crotch and thrust into them, grinding wildly against her palms and drenching her hands in her arousal, the extremities looking as if they had been thrust in their entirety inside her. It was so wild and enthralling. Such a delicious display that Prim had trouble believing the woman was simply doing this for herself. It had such an exhibitionist allure about it that it furthered Prim's notions of going and joining her. Her mother clearly wanted to be found, the be happened upon so that she could play the hapless embarrassed girl that then got embroiled in the perverse sexual happenings of a ravenous younger daughter. Moans flooded from her lips as she pleaded with the empty air for more, murmurings of approval to some mysterious fantasised second party. It became increasingly apparent that her mother was deep amidst her own fantasy, her eyes locked closed as she ravished her cunt, devouring herself with her fingers, plunging her body through pleasure-wave after pleasure-wave, imagining that it all came from someone else. The idea that her mother had fantasies never occurred to her and Prim began to worry that this was all to do with her late father; that her mother was wound into a wild sexual fantasy of bygone time. It became a little uneasy for Prim as she wondered if this was strictly appropriate to onlook in such an intimate moment. But then... Then, the penny dropped and Prim's eyes widened, her hands moving with renewed vigour, adopting her mother's dual approach, loving every moment of it and seeing why her mother chose it. The word set fire in Prim's eyes as she watched her mother contorting, squealing and almost howling with pleasure; loud enough that others must have heard her expressions of lust, "Oh! Katniss! Fuck me Katniss! Shove those fingers in your mother's tight fucking pussy! More! More! More! Give me, more!
Sweetie, just fuck me harder!"
Katniss... She was fantasising about Katniss. She wanted Katniss to be finger-fucking her harder. Her mother was wilder and kinkier than Prim could have ever possibly imagined. Suddenly, it all clicked, and all seemed so much more enticing and thrilling. Her mother got a kick out of imagining being fucked by her daughter on her daughter's bed, about having her daughter's fingers jammed in her tight little snatch. Suddenly, Prim's mind was filled with images of Katniss between her mother's legs, using those talented fingers and her exceptional tongue to drive pleasure into her mother's pussy. A little annoyed that her mother's sexual fantasies didn't involve her, Prim couldn't blame her for lusting after the plump and juicy woman that her daughter was, wanting those round and bouncing breasts, that fat and juicy arse that still dominated Prim's fantasies in the late night. What she wouldn't give for Katniss to appear in that bedroom with her mother, to have their naked bodies pressed together, fucking and rutting in boundless expressions of sexual delight. The mental image of that sight would have to suffice as Prim watched her mother abandon her pussy, gliding her slick and drenched hands up and along her body, trailing her juices along her pale, creamy skin, latching onto her breasts, massaging the hardened teats that were her nipples, all before dipping four fingers into her mouth, stretching her lips as she hungrily tasted herself, not doubt pretending that the fingers in her mouth were Katniss and that her daughter was feeding her a taste of her own delicious pussy.
But what came next was perhaps the most alluring thing Prim would ever see. Her mother, fresh of savouring the taste of her own pussy, quickly and suddenly rolled to the edge of the bed and reached underneath. Momentarily confused as to what she could possibly want from underneath the bed, Prim quickly recognised the long varnished wooden cock that was her and Katniss's personal strap-on. Holding it in her hands, Mrs Everdeen quickly rolled back into place, holding the cock upwards and angling it towards her lips. Plunging it into her mouth, she held it in place as if it was affixed to someone's crotch, no doubt Katniss's in her mind, and began to bob her head back and forth, slurping and suckling on the thick length, gorging herself on the toy. This, once again, took Prim by immense surprise as her mother could easily push her lips right down to the base of the cock, her throat visibly bulging as she took the shaft deep into her gullet. How her mother had become a cock-sucking expert, Prim would never know, yet the sight of her mother inhaling a long strapon, moment after moment, bouncing her lips along its rapidly slickening length, stretching her lips consistently; was nothing short of orgasmic to enjoy and relish. Prim once again wished that that toy was fastened around her hips, that it was her mother practicing her oral skills on the toy, giving her daughter lessons in the art of cock-sucking, treating her to the momentously pleasurable sight of her eyes looming up at her, ogling the thin, petite form of her youthful figure. Once again, Prim forced herself to enjoy what her mother was actually doing as opposed to losing herself amidst her fantasies, knowing full well that the majority of her time during the day was doing just that; thinking about all the perverse things that she and Katniss were missing out by the miles of separation between them.
Finally, Mrs Everdeen slipped her lips away from the cock, leaving it visibly dripping with saliva. Her mother was nothing if not a sloppy fuck when it came to sex, with her body gleaming and glistening from the exertion that she threw into the act. Lowering the toy down to her entrance, she eased the tip inside, before slamming the toy downwards, grinding the base against her pussy, relishing and basking in the fantasy of being fucked by the massive length. Groaning audibly, she slowly and rhythmically began to fuck herself with the toy, making sure to have an immense attention to detail. She made sure that the thrusts of the toy were in line with those a human would make whilst sporting its length, taking time to pause after each thrust before lovingly drawing back and thrusting forwards again. Mrs Everdeen was completely committed to the fantasy of being fucked by her daughter, to the extent that Prim was a little embarrassed that whenever she fantasised about it, bringing the very same toy that her mother was wielding towards her own tight little snatch, she didn't do nearly as much as Mrs Everdeen did in committing to the role. It was quite erotic to say the least. Watching that wooden length glide back and forth, rocking in and out of her mother's pussy amidst heated pleas for Katniss to fuck her faster, for her to pound her mother's clutching pussy, Prim adored the slick slapping sound of leather against her mother's dripping wet cunt. Moans escaped Prim's lips as she mimicked her mother's movements but with her fingers, driving three inside of herself, picturing her and her mother laid side by side, their legs spread whilst Katniss went between the two of them, fucking and pounding their pussies whilst the two blondes writhed with ecstasy, their lips battling one another in an intimate kiss of delicious incestuous passion, brimming with desire and lust.
Before she knew it, her mother had pulled the toy out of herself, yet shewed no signs of calling it quits there. Instead, she rolled onto her front and threaded the straps of the strapon around one of the bed-posts, fastening them in place so that the wooden cock hung perfectly in place, ready to be used. Guiding her lips along its length once more, Mrs Everdeen tasted herself, relishing the sweetness of her own pussy, before turning around and shifting her body backwards. Unable to see the more intricate details of the toy entering her mother, Prim was instead offered the ecstasy contorted face of her own mother, writhing in pleasure as she prepared to impale herself on the strapon, envisioning her daughter behind her, sporting the thick cock with her own lecherous grin curled across her face. Waiting for her mother to push backwards and slam her arse onto the toy, Prim was instead met with a slow and rather purposeful series of movements. Tentative and almost hesitant. Curious as to why her mother had suddenly adopted a more measured approach to fucking herself, Prim's eyes widened, and her lips parted in a deep and lustful groan. The angle of the strapon was far too high for it to be pushing into her pussy. Her mother was about to impale her asshole on the toy, sheathing its wooden length deep inside of her tightest entrance. Moans escaped both of their lips as a result, with Mrs Everdeen tenderly probing her rear entrance, lightly testing the waters. She wasn't a big fan of anal yet having watched her daughter's performance at the Cornucopia and the pre-games shows, she had quickly learnt that Katniss was a fan of anal. And thus, Mrs Everdeen's fantasies naturally took a different turn, incorporating her daughter's most intensely pleasurable act. If Katniss adored anal, then her mother would make the effort to fuck herself in the ass for her daughter's pleasure and satisfaction, because undoubtedly, Katniss adored fucking people in the ass just as much as she loved being fucked in the ass.
With that lingering in her mind and visual images of her daughter impaling herself on rigid throbbing cocks, Mrs Everdeen tentatively pushed herself backwards, the bulbous tapered tip of the cock easing inside of her arsehole, sending quivering murmurs of pleasure shuddering through her body. The first penetration caused Mrs Everdeen's eyes to roll back, her lips curling into a satisfied smile. This was not her first foray into exploring the world of anal with Prim only stumbling in on one of her many hesitant explorations into her tightest hole. And it was safe to say at this point she had gotten a taste for it. The initial push was beginning to feel like that delectable pressure that formed at her pussy whenever she pushed the cock towards that entrance, and the amazing feeling of being filled was rife in this new pleasurable avenue. Breathing slowly, she began to ease backwards, finding the cock easily slipped inside of her, carving through her tight asshole with ease. Pushing deeper and deeper, she hit a snag where a shudder of pain paired itself with the increasing pleasure, giving her a sudden start, yet with a few bounces back and forth, running the strapon inside of herself a couple times, she found that she was able to get used to the newfound depth and completely sheathed the length in herself.
As she pushed her pert bum against the wooden post of the bed, she let out a grunt, grinding herself backwards as she relished the feeling of being stretched. Imagining it was Katniss behind her, thrusting her crotch into her ass, Mrs Everdeen could only imagine the glorious sight that would fill her eyes if she glanced over her shoulder in such an event. As it stood, she was forced to keep her eyes shut, not wanting to shatter the blissful experience of her own personal fantasy. Steadying herself on all fours, she recognised the looming reality of her orgasm and began to drive herself close to said end, knowing -mistakenly- that Prim was due to be home soon.
The young blonde watched from the doorway, hearing the bed begin to creak and shake as her mother thrust herself backwards onto the thick strapon, fucking her ass against the wooden post as Prim curled several fingers up inside of herself. Prim had tried several times to get the toy to fit her, but without adjusting the tightness that the harness could support, she was forced to simply imagine Katniss wearing it.
She wondered what delightful fantasies would fill her mother's mind if she saw her youngest daughter sporting the toy. Perhaps her desires would change to more attainable lusts. If only. Content to savour the sounds echoing from the room, Prim rubbed her clit wildly, knowing that the contorted displays of pleasure stretched across her mother's face were signs of her about to meet just an equal end. Unable to hold herself back from growing more voracious, Prim unhooked her panties from her legs and dropped them to her side, rubbing her pussy in the same way her mother had, discovering the pleasures of a firmer and more intent masturbation. The intensity of her mother's thrusts grew more and more as her mother flung herself backwards, driving the wooden cock deeper into her asshole with her mother powerful thrusts. The moans and sounds of pleasure that flooded from her mother's lips were beyond intoxicating and Prim wondered just how wild her mother would actually sound during sex and just how audible her satisfaction would become if Katniss really were the one fucking her in her butt. Prim's orgasms was tapering towards its culmination, entirely driven by the thin lithe sight of her mother pushing backwards, a hand carving itself through the woman's dripping wet pussy, fingering her cunt in order to add more to the pleasure thrumming through her body. The slickness coursing across her mum's pussy made Prim unbelievably horny, the salivating desire to quench her thirst on the veritable flood of her mother's arousal plaguing Prim as she rutted wildly against her hand, lightly thrusting against her fingers in order to drive more pleasure into her thin and fragile frame.
Mrs Everdeen was the first of the two to cum and in explosive fashion. Thrusting back onto the cock, she let out a squeal of delight as a gush of arousal spurted from her pussy, cascading down her thigh and onto the bed below, her body seizing up. Her holes clenched around the toy and her fingers, her lips making movements with any sounds escaping. As the pleasure steadily tapered, she found herself making sounds of immense satisfaction, squealing and moaning as she began to lightly fuck herself.
Well, as best as her orgasming body would allow. Eventually, she fell forwards, her ass slipping away from the cock and affording Prim a brief glance of her mother's slightly agape ass. Letting out a moan as she looked away, Prim lost herself in her own orgasmic fantasy; one in which she, her mother and Katniss were all contorted in a lesbian threesome, their bodies grinding together as their tongues explored one another's holes. They would have such resplendent and wild toys to play with allowing them to plug and fuck their asses in unison, before Katniss and Mrs Everdeen donned strapons and claimed their family member's holes, pounding her wildly. Her fantasies took over her mind and she felt her orgasm sweep through her. She had to bite her lip as her orgasm came to fruition, not wanting her mother to hear her cumming only metres away. Rutting against her hand, she eventually let her hands fall away, allowing herself to breath and catch her breath from one of the most intense orgasms she had had ever since Katniss had left. Her heart was racing wildly, her breath ragged. Glancing back through the crack in the door, her heart froze, and she began to panic. Her mother had already rolled off the bed and dressed herself in her usual dress.
Having returned the strapon to its hidden area, she stripped the bed of its sheets and bundled them into a small washing basket, heading towards the corridor. Quickly, Prim ducked down the stairs and out the front door, intending to act as if she had just come home, completely oblivious and unawares of her mother's perverse actions.
As she made her way down the lane, she doubled back and approached the house, nonchalantly. Meanwhile, Mrs Everdeen left the room and made her way downstairs to wash the sheets in the last light of the day and hopefully have them dried before bed-time, when her attention was grabbed by a flash of pink and white. A pair of panties were discarded in the corridor. They stood out against the dark grain of the wooden floor, so it would have been impossible for her to have missed them as she went back and forth throughout the day doing chores. Sliding down to her knees, she plucked them from their place. They were wet. Perhaps they had fallen from the washing basket when she had brought it upstairs to the bedroom prior to her masturbation session. Yet, as she brought them to her nose, the smell was unmistakable. Arousal. The sweet delectable aroma of arousal. And just then... The door downstairs opened, and she heard the chirping sound of her daughter calling out to her, "Mum! That's me just home!"