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LEAVING SODIUM Lot stood transfixed, unable to flee the sight before him. His wife, his precious helpmate, transformed in the blink of an eye. Impossible, yet there she stood- a solid statue of salt. And why? For turning round to say goodbye to those she loved. A flaming chunk of stone landed close to his feet, and he jumped back in surprise. Damn these judgments! “Now, Father, we must go!” Anya tugged his arm in concern. “We haven’t much time.” Lot turned to his daughters, tears in his eyes, wishing he had stayed in Sodom. They could have died together. But not like this, he thought, not like this… Erin watched her sister closely as the younger girl wrapped a fur around their father’s prostrate body. She had beautiful brown hair which draped regally across thin shoulders to an even narrower waist, finally ending at her rear. And quite a rear, indeed. Two perfectly shaped cheeks large enough to squeeze mercilessly on long, judgment nights. “Is he gone?” she asked. “For quite some time, I think.” Anya winked a conspiratorial sign across the cave. “We had just enough wine left to knock him out.” “So…I should try first, right?” Erin stood, wide hips swaying as she strode towards her father. “You think he can get it up?” Anya tweaked her sister’s right nipple, twisting it slowly between her fingers. “Of course, sis.” Her other hand found Erin’s moist snatch, and she rubbed the rough folds with skillful movements. “Why, most men have to be drunk to get it up.” She poked a finger into her sister’s slit, enjoying the soft moans of excitement. Erin snaked both hands around Anya’s ass, and pulled the younger girl against her warm body. The finger in her cunt continued to drive deeper and deeper and was joined quite happily by another. “Oh, yes, yes, yes, sister…aaaah,” she panted. Her hands pulled Anya’s cheeks apart as she tightened her grip. “Maybe father can wait,” Anya whispered seductively. “Maybe so.” Erin felt a third finger slip inside of her wet lodge, and she began to fuck the dainty intruders as they forced their way into her hole. “Yes, fuck me sister, harder now! Please, give me more!” She squeezed Anya’s rump, willing her sister to pump her harder and deeper. Anya worked her little finger in to join the other three and began to jam her hand sharply up her sister’s pussy. She grabbed the other girl’s hair and pulled back harshly to accentuate the boning. “I’ll fuck you, Erin, better than any man,” she panted. “Better than Father.” She rammed her hand forwards, fucking her sister with her entire hand, all five fingers outstretched to plug the hole. Her tongue brushed against Erin’s cheek, and she licked a path across her face. “I’ll fuck you every night. Every night.” Beneath the girls, Lot lay still, watching with blind eyes and listening with deaf ears. He was completely oblivious to the juices flowing from his daughters’ love chambers and dripping down their naked thighs. If he was dreaming, it was undoubtedly a nightmare, a hallucination of salt. Erin shuddered one final time and bucked once more against Anya’s pile-driving hand. Her cunt lips were flared violently, her chute stretched to its limit. She released her grip from Anya’s buttocks, sure that she had forced at least one nail into the soft flesh. “Turn around, Anya. Let me see your-” “Oooh, that’ll be there a while,” she remarked, as Anya revealed ten red gouges across her shapely bum. She smacked her sister’s ass playfully and watched the girl hop away, nearly tripping over their father in the process. “Whoah,” Anya giggled, “Daddy dearest has been so patient. Lookie here.” She lifted the fur from her father’s midsection and his once flaccid cock sprang to attention. It was already oozing a fair amount of pre-cum, and she licked it off with a deft fly-snatching flick. “You think he’s dreaming about mother?” Erin joined her sister on the cave floor. “That bitch? No, more likely, Michael.” The girls both erupted into peals of laughter at the reminder of their angelic visitor the week before. Their father had quite the thing for him, all right. So had the entire city. Erin rose and adjusted her thick legs over her father until she was straddling his waist. She squatted over his waving penis and motioned her sister to help. “Life must go on.” Anya placed the tip of Lot’s penis at her sister’s marble arch and watched the older girl engulf his rod with one quick push. “Oh, Father, fill me,” Erin cried, as the nine-inch pole slid up into her nest. Lot said not one word, but remained motionless on his back, the fur folded against his chin. His shaft was completely perpendicular to his body, and buried ball-sac deep inside his firstborn daughter. Had he awoken during the next few moments, he would have found himself eye to eye with her spread cunny and bunghole. But the wine was good; he was gone. Erin began to pump up and down on her father’s cockhead, her strong thighs easily supporting her awkward position. “Fuck me, Daddy! I want all of you inside me!” She humped the bone with urgency, trying to relive the fullness of her sister’s earlier entry. “Fuck my pussy, Father! Your daughter wants your baby-maker to do just that! Aaaah, fuck me harder!” Anya watched the scene anxiously, knowing that soon their father’s prick was going to split her own little cunny, and that was a scary thought. Oh, how she would hurt! Erin fucked Lot’s cock with continued voracity, her breasts jiggling crazily as she bent in rhythmic motions. She reached down to the base of his cock and forced it even deeper into her body. Her cries rang out along the cold, damp walls, echoing back through the night. “Oh, yes, Daddy, fuck your baby! Give it all to me now!” She pistoned up and down on his rod like a jack-hammer, furiously pounding it home. Riding his cock like a wild bull, she finally came and let it slide firmly inside her. Anya crawled over to where her sister had collapsed on top of their father, and laid her naked flesh on the quivering form. They lay there then as one, father and daughters, in post-Sodom silence. Lot watched his wife turn as if in exaggerated slowness, but he could not cry out. His words were caught in his throat. He saw her body dissolve into millions of minute particles and harden immediately. Her left arm was by her side, but the other was lifted high, one finger pointing back towards her home. He blinked back his tears and felt a tug on his arm. It was time to go. 
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