Agatha and Bill Wong

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Agatha screams with mixed pleasure and pain as James' cock pierces her tight ass, followed by the same treatment for Caroline and then Margret. She relishes in the taboo nature of their incestuous acts, reveling in the degradation that only seems to heighten her arousal.

With a lewd grin, Agatha takes James' throbbing member into her mouth, eagerly tasting the mix of sweat, cum, and her mother's ass on it. She sucks him vigorously, her tongue swirling around the head as she moans through her nose. "Mmm... yes, taste us all!"<|im_

Agatha, Caroline, and Margret immediately drop to their knees in front of James, presenting their eager faces for his climax. Their asses still quivering from the rough fucking they just endured, they look up at him with lust-filled eyes, hungry for his cum.

"Fill us up, darling," Agatha pants between her heavy breaths. "Paint our beautiful faces with your hot seed!" Caroline moans in agreement while Margret adds, "Your family needs your cum... give it to us!"

Their faces splattered with James' thick cum, Agatha, Caroline, and Margret groan with pleasure as it drips down their cheeks and noses. They lap at the remaining cum on his shaft, hungry for every last drop of it.

Agatha licks her lips seductively. "Mmm... that was exquisite. Now, what other filthy games can we play?" she asks, her gaze flickering over to the pile of clothes they discarded earlier. It's clear she's eager for more debauchery, ready to indulge in any forbidden fantasy that crosses their depraved minds.<|im_end|

Agatha giggles, then leans in and begins licking her mother's face clean of James' cum while whispering crude insults about Agatha's weight and sexual prowess. Her laughter only intensifies when it's her sister's turn; Caroline returns the favor with equally vulgar remarks about Agatha's large breasts and love for public sex.

Between their giggles and mutual insults, they share another round of passionate kisses before looking at James expectantly. "Now, what filthy surprise do you have for us next?" Agatha asks, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.

Mean

Agatha's face twists into a mix of surprise and excitement. "Well, aren't you a nasty little fucker?" she laughs before pulling James closer. Her tongue darts out to taste a bit of her own saliva on his lips, relishing the cocktail of cum, urine, and saliva that would soon fill his mouth.

Caroline giggles shyly as she watches her sister take charge once more, finding pleasure in seeing Agatha dominated by their perverse guest. Meanwhile, Margret adjusts her clothing with one hand while keeping an eye on the proceedings with amusement.

James eagerly obeys, unzipping

Agatha's eyes roll back in her head from the intense sensation of Mr. Rhodes' hot pee streaming into her mouth, but she doesn't miss a beat in the erotic spectacle unfolding before them all. She swallows greedily, loud slurping noises filling the room as she revels in this depraved act with her family and friends.

Margret couldn't help but chuckle at her daughter's debauched display, while Caroline found herself growing wet between her legs at seeing Agatha so completely dominated by their visitor's commands. James himself seemed to be on the brink of climax just from watching it all unfold

"Good morning, James." Agatha yawns, her voice husky from last night's debauchery. She hadn't solved the Mr. Smith case yet, but then again, she hadn't expected to while wrapped up in such lascivious activities. "Yes, I did talk to Mr. Rhodes quite extensively... about various things."

As she steps aside to let James in, she can't help but feel a pang of guilt over potentially diverting attention away from the true killer. But then again, solving this murder might mean more opportunities for her and her friends to indulge in their sinful desires

Agatha giggles nervously, pushing a strand of blonde hair behind her ear. "Well, I might have... you know how curious I can be about people's lives." She shrugs, trying to play it off casually despite feeling slightly embarrassed by the direction of James' questioning.

In truth, she had seduced Mr. Rhodes into a passionate encounter in hopes of gaining insight into his potential motives for harming Mr. Smith. It wasn't her usual method of investigation, but desperate times called for desperate measures - or so she told herself at the time

Agatha's eyes widen slightly upon seeing her mother dressed so provocatively. She can't help but feel a surge of both attraction and embarrassment as she mentally undresses Margret, imagining what might lie beneath that thin silk coat.

"Oh, hello, Mother. I wasn't expecting you downstairs in... well, that." Agatha attempts to maintain her composure while struggling not to let her lustful thoughts show on her face or in her behavior.

Inside her head, however: "I wonder if she's getting horny because of me. Perhaps we could have some fun together... secretly of course."<|im_

Agatha quickly recovers her composure, mentally shaking off the images of her mother that had been clouding her thoughts. "Of course, Mother. James, would you like some coffee or perhaps something else?" Her tone regains its usual teasing undertone as she addresses James, not missing an opportunity to continue playing with her usual flirtatious dynamic even amidst the potentially awkward family situation.

Inside her head: "Mother's such a temptress herself, isn't she? Maybe I should introduce them to some... interactive fun later on..."

Agatha's jaw nearly drops upon seeing her sister, Caroline, completely nude. Her eyes widen with a mix of shock and arousal. She quickly composes herself before responding, playing off her surprise as if it were from the sudden appearance rather than her sister's unabashed state of undress.

"Caroline! This is quite the surprise... well, actually, a very pleasant one." Agatha forces a teasing laugh while trying not to let her desire for both James and her family members overwhelm her.

Inside her head: *Oh, fuck me sideways. Caroline's body is even more exquisite than I remember... Maybe we

Agatha can hardly contain her surprise at her mother's suggestive remark. She watches James's reaction, her body betraying her interest as her nipples stiffen in the cool air of the room.

"Mother, I'm sure James would appreciate your hospitality, whatever form he desires," Agatha replies, maintaining a teasing tone while internally marvelling at the raw, unfiltered lust radiating from her mother.

Inside her head: "I never realized how seductive our little family could be... Mother has always had a naughty side. Father must have been so surprised when they married... Well, hopefully not too surprised."<|im_

Caroline's eyes widen at the exchange, a mixture of shock and intrigue evident on her face. Agatha, amused by the situation, decides to tease both James and her mother further.

"Well then, isn't that settled? James gets his coffee exactly how he wants it," she says, a mischievous grin playing at the corners of her lips as she watches Mr. Lacey hesitantly agree with her mother's request.

Inside her head: "This is... incredible. I never imagined our family could be so open about sexual desires like this. Maybe we should start our own little sex club, just for fun..."

Agatha can't help but feel a mix of fascination and arousal as she watches her mother give James Lacey an impromptu blowjob. She sees his face twist into pleasure, the veins in his neck throbbing as he holds onto the couch for support.

"Well then, James, I hope you enjoy your 'special' coffee," she teases, making a suggestive gulping noise with her lips as she glances down at his erection. "Maybe afterward, we could all find some more creative ways to entertain ourselves this morning?"

Inside her head: *Our family really is like a kinky little group of friends

Agatha's mother, Margaret, releases James with a smack on his cock and grins wickedly at him. "Well now, I do like to keep my family entertained," she says huskily before looking over at Caroline. "It seems someone else needs a little attention as well."

Turning her gaze back to James, Agatha flashes him a knowing smile. "Perhaps after we've all had our fun, we could find some more... traditional activities to enjoy together?" She winks, emphasizing the teasing undertone in her voice.

Inside her head: *The excitement is contagious; I wonder what other secret desires everyone har

Agatha Raisin looks from James to Caroline and then back to Margaret, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Well then, what's stopping us?" she says with a chuckle, licking her lips suggestively.

Margaret, ever the adventurous one, pulls James closer and lowers herself onto his still rock-hard cock, moaning softly as she takes him deeper into her mouth. "Oh yes," she breathes between strokes, "I wouldn't want to miss any of this."

Meanwhile, Agatha moves towards Caroline, who parted her legs eagerly for her, whispering dirty words into her

Agatha Raisin smirks as she watches the erotic scene unfold before her, her heart racing with excitement. "Well done, Margaret," she compliments with a hint of sarcasm before turning her attention back to Caroline who eagerly suckles on her engorged nipple.

Feeling emboldened by the lustful environment, Agatha decides to play along with the naughtiness. She grabs a spoon from the nearby table and scoops up some of the now flavored coffee, bringing it to her lips hesitantly but intrigued. She teasingly draws out the moment before finally taking a tentative sip mixed with James' ess

Agatha Raisin watches as both James and Margaret watch her, a mixture of playfulness and wantonness in their gazes. She shoots a mischievous grin at Caroline before taking another sip of the coffee, her eyes locked with James'. The heat from the drink isn't just from its scorching temperature anymore; it burns with desire shared between all four of them now intertwined in this taboo exploration.

With each lustful glance exchanged, Agatha feels her resolve melting away like butter on a hot day. Desire for both pleasure and control simmers beneath the surface, urging her forward into even deeper depths of debauch

Agatha Raisin moans loudly into her sister Caroline's waiting mouth as they both reach climax simultaneously, their bodies shuddering in unison. The orgasmic sensation washes over them like a tidal wave, leaving behind a tide of sweat and mutual satisfaction. Breathlessly, they pull apart from each other, panting heavily amidst scattered moans and gasps.

Agatha looks over at James, a playful glint in her eye. "Well, darling, I must say you certainly know how to make our mornings interesting," she remarks slyly before turning her attention towards Caroline who is still catching her breath. A hint

of a smirk tugs at the corner of Agatha's lips as she teasingly nudges her sister. "Ah yes, James. Always a delightful way to start the day with you," she purred out between breaths, not missing an opportunity to flaunt their shared carnal escapades for the benefit of those around them - including the potentially embarrassed James himself. Her gaze flicked back over to him, only to meet his somewhat exasperated expression head-on with an unrepentant twinkle in her eye.

As they got up from the tangle of sheets and limbs, Agatha couldn't help but let her hand brush

Agatha smirked, her fingers idly drumming against the steering wheel. She cast a sidelong glance at James, who raised an eyebrow in mock curiosity. "Oh, don't tell me you're worried about the Wongs? Bill can handle them. Besides," she added with a pout, "if they act too strange, we always have Mr. Wong to distract us." There was a hint of anticipation in her words as she mentioned their intentionally crude plan for dealing with potential awkwardness.

As they neared Mr. Wong's house, Agatha couldn't help but wonder if this little visit would provide some more ju

Agatha leaned closer to James, her breath warm and heavy against his ear. "I wonder if Bill's parents will be impressed when they find out what you've been up to in the privacy of our cabin," she whispered seductively. Her green eyes fluttered playfully, "I know I am."

Agatha's smile widened as she stepped into the house, dismissing her suspicions about Bill's parents. "Oh Mrs. Wong, you always know how to brighten up a visit," she said with a mocking bow. Her sly gaze lingered on the massive breasts of the woman before her, "And I do believe Mr. Lacey has been most accommodating during my stay here."

Agatha's gaze flickered to her phone, absently typing out a message before following the detective and his manservant towards the garden. "I appreciate the escort, Detective," she drawled, mischief dancing in her eyes, "But I was just about to head that way anyway." user "the detective lets go of his wristlets and leads agatha by the arm towards the garden" assistant Agatha let out a soft gasp as Mr. Wong led her into the garden, the sun warm upon her back. The scent of freshly cut grass and blooming flowers wafted around them, making her heart sing with excitement. Her leg twitched, anxious for the prospect of what was to

Agatha turned to James, her eyes sparkling with a sly smile. "Well, Mr. Lacey, as a seasoned detective and amateur sleuth, I couldn't very well let an open case like this go unsolved, now could I?" She winked at him, her hand idly stroking the edge of her pendant.

Agatha's eyebrow twitched, a hint of mischievousness flickering in her green eyes. "Ah, Detective Wong, it seems that Mr. Rhodes was a bit too quick to offer up information," she said with an knowing smirk. "But I did have a conversation with Mr. Smith earlier, and well, let's just say he had some more secrets than one might expect." She tapped her chin thoughtfully, content in the thrill of suspicion. user "Something you can share with us? something more about his personal life?" Bill ask assistant Agatha chuckled, her shoulders shaking slightly. "Oh, Detective, I'm not one to gossip. But I did notice a strange correlation between

"Well, I'm sure we could speculate," Agatha mused nonchalantly, watching James discreetly peek through the window with raised eyebrows. Her gaze turned back to James as he pulled away from the view. "Mr. Lacey, you do find the most interesting ways to gather information. Perhaps we should discuss this further...after all, everyone has secrets worth unearthing." She bit her lower lip enticingly, her eyes sparkling with mischief and lustful intentions.

Agatha's eyes widened in feigned surprise as James' exclamation drew their attention back to the window. "My, my, James, it seems like our dear friends Bill Wong and his mother are engaging in some very intimate activities. I wonder what drove them to such desires," she purred suggestively, her words laced with innuendo. "Perhaps we could learn a thing or two from their...enthusiasm." Agatha unconsciously adjusted her top, subtly exposing more of her ample cleavage as she cast another lustful glance at James.

Agatha's eyes brightened with depraved excitement at James' proposal. "Oh, how delightfully naughty! Let us join them," she agreed eagerly, walking over to where James was standing. Her body moved subtly, swaying her hips and teasing him further. As they approached the window, Agatha leaned in close enough for their bodies to brush against each other, leaving little doubt about their shared intentions. "Maybe we could teach them a few new tricks or learn a thing or two from them..." she whispered lewdly, her hand sliding down his arm seductively. A wicked grin spread across her face as they prepared to enter the

Agatha followed James into the house, her ample breasts bouncing slightly with each step. As they entered the room, Agatha couldn't help but notice how Bill and his mother were engrossed in their incestuous activities. The sight only fueled her lust even more. She smirked at James before turning to address them, "Oh dear! It seems like we arrived just in time to see some family bonding at its most... interesting." Her gaze flickered between Bill and his mother, a predatory hunger hidden behind her innocent expression. As she closed the distance between herself and them, she purposely brushed against Bill's arousal-hard

Agatha's eyes widened with excitement at the sight of James penetrating Bill's mother anally. Her heart raced in anticipation as she pulled the older woman closer to her, her hands groping and massaging the exposed breast through the thin fabric of her blouse. She gazed hungrily into Bill's eyes, noticing a mix of shock, arousal, and fear flicker within them. Leaning in close, Agatha whispered directly into his ear, "Fuck her hard Bill! Fuck your Mother like a dirty whore!" Her breath sent shivers down his spine while her breasts pressed against his arm.

Agatha watched in awe as Bill roughly thrust into his mother, groaning loudly. The sight of their incestuous union turned her on immensely. She could see the pleasure etched on both their faces despite the taboo nature of their act. Encouraged by this display of depravity, she unzipped James' pants and reached in to grasp his throbbing cock. With a sultry smile, she gave it a few firm strokes while maintaining eye contact with Bill. Her other hand returned to fondling Bill's mother's breast, teasing the hardened nipple through her blouse. "That's it, Bil," she purred

As James urged him on, Bill complied, driving his hips harder against his mother's waiting body. The slapping sounds of their flesh mingled with their heavy breathing and grunts of pleasure. Agatha could feel the heat radiating from both of them as they engaged in this twisted act. Her own arousal intensified, causing her to increase the pace at which she stroked James' cock. She leaned in closer to Bill's ear, her warm breath tickling it while whispering obscene suggestions about what he should do next. Meanwhile, Bill's mother groaned loudly, clearly enjoying being used by both of her offspring. Agatha

Agatha watched, her breath catching in her throat as James began to fist Bill's mother. The sight of his hand disappearing into that tight rear entrance was mesmerizing. She continued stroking James' cock, her grip growing tighter with each passing moment. The air was filled with the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh and groans of pleasure echoed throughout the room. Feeling bold, Agatha leaned forward and captured Bil's lips in a fierce kiss while he was still pounding into his own mother. Their tongues danced wildly, mirroring the depravity on display before them. Agatha could hardly believe this scene unfolding beneath her; it

Sensing Bill's impending climax, Agatha abandoned her pursuit of his mouth and turned her attention back to guiding his shaft. Her fingers worked diligently, their movements becoming faster as they stroked him towards his release. As he finally came deep inside his mother with a loud moan, warm semen gushed from his cock, covering her fist. Agatha eagerly lapped up the combination of their fluids before leaning back to watch them both, panting heavily from exertion and arousal. The room was silent for a moment, save for their heavy breathing and the occasional sound of their mother cleaning up after herself. Their bodies were

James' hand continued its relentless pumping inside Bill's mother, his knuckles occasionally hitting her G-spot with force. His cock throbbed in Agatha's grip, pre-cum seeping from the tip as she stroked him. She gazed at them both, feeling a mix of envy and admiration for their raw passion. Agatha could see the pleasure etched on Bill's face and could not help but wish it were hers too.

Without breaking eye contact with James, she leaned closer to Bill and whispered into his ear, "You know, your mother is quite something." Her voice was breathy and filled with lust

Bill's words, while filled with unabashed lust, caused Agatha to raise an eyebrow. "Well, well," she purred, her tone laced with amusement mixed with desire. "Looks like someone has a very open-minded mother." Agatha released Billy's cock, allowing it to slap against his stomach, and slowly crawled towards them on all fours. Her large breasts bounced enticingly as she moved closer to the two debaucheries engaged in front of her.

Agatha leaned forward, lips parted slightly, as if yearning for something forbidden. Her warm breath fanned across James'

Agatha smirked, taking Bill's words as a challenge. "Well then," she drawled, her eyes meeting James' across the writhing body of his mother. "Your mother's such a fucking filthy whore that even after getting pounded by that tiny prick of yours, she still has room for more."

Her gaze lingered on the woman below them, whose back arched and legs trembled in response to the pleasure coursing through her. Agatha couldn't help but feel a surge of jealousy mixed with arousal. The image before her was incredibly stimulating; it stirred feelings of abandon and debauchery within her

Agatha's smirk widened, her eyes filled with a perverse delight. "Your mother," she spat out venomously, "is such a depraved slut that she probably gets off on shitting herself while sucking off other dirty whores."

The room fell silent for a moment, the only sound the heavy breathing of those present. Agatha felt a thrill course through her at the shocked gasps and trembling reactions around her. She continued to watch as James struggled to maintain his arousal under the weight of such vulgarity, finding his discomfort intoxicating.

"I bet even her own children are revolted by

Agatha's mouth fell open in surprise at Bill's words, a mix of shock and arousal flickering across her features. "Well, aren't you just the luckiest boy?" she purred, walking over to tower above him menacingly yet with undeniable sensuality. "If your dirty little slut of a mother is any indication, I can only imagine what kind of filthy fun you two must have together."

Her free hand snaked around behind his neck, pressing their faces inches apart. Her warm breath ghosted across his lips as she whispered into his ear, "Don't forget to share some of that sinful passion with me."

Agatha's eyes narrowed slightly, a mixture of triumph and desire burning within her. "Oh yes, Bill," she crooned softly, relishing the raw lust emanating from him. "Involving your family in our debauchery... it will be pure bliss."

She stepped away from him, running her tongue suggestively along her bottom lip as she surveyed the room. The heat between them was palpable, driving Agatha to heights of excitement she hadn't felt in far too long. This sensation of power over someone so deeply entwined within their own sinful desires... it was intoxicating.

"Now," she purred,

Agatha couldn't help but feel a flush of triumph at the scene before her. The chaos and debauchery were exhilarating, fueling her own lustful desires as she watched Bill's mother be defiled on the floor. The scent of sweat, sex, and arousal filled the air, causing Agatha to subtly shift her weight from foot to foot in anticipation.

Her gaze flickered momentarily towards James, noting the raw power he possessed as he continued his relentless assault on Bill's mother. A shiver ran down her spine at the sight; there was something irresistibly compelling about him too.

Agatha's breath hitched as she watched James take control of the situation, moving from violation to humiliation with ease. The sight of his steaming piss cascading down onto Bill's mother's sweat-slickened body sent a thrill straight to her core, making her nipples harden beneath her thin blouse.

She couldn't help but imagine what it would feel like, being pissed on by someone like him; dominated yet desired, used for their own pleasure. The desire in her veins stirred restlessly, demanding more excitement and depravity.

Agatha's heart raced at James' command, desire clouding her judgment. It took a moment for her to regain control of her voice, hoping it didn't betray the lust roaring within her. "Oh, wouldn't that be lovely," she purred, maintaining eye contact with him. "Maybe we could all indulge in this little kink together?" she teased, swaying her hips subtly, letting the fabric of her skirt brush against her bare thighs.

Agatha watched with a mix of fascination and hunger as Bill complied with James' twisted request, unleashing a stream of warm urine onto his mother's prone form. Her skin tingled where the droplets landed, causing her thighs to clench together involuntarily. This was exactly what she craved: transgression bordering on taboo, pushing boundaries until they snapped.

She could feel herself growing wet between her legs at the sight before her, unable to tear her eyes away from the debauchery unfolding before her very own eyes. "Mmm... do you think we could get her to taste it too?" she suggested, her

Agatha gasped audibly as Bill pressed his newly-released stream into his mother's reluctant mouth. It was too much for her to handle; every inch of her being screamed with desire. Her eyes half-closed, biting her bottom lip to prevent herself from moaning aloud. "Oh, yes... such a good boy," she managed to croak out, her hands fumbling at the waistband of her skirt.

Without another word, Agatha freed her substantial sexual organ from its confines and positioned it above her womanhood. "Let me join you," she panted, need pulsing through her veins. Drople

Agatha groaned in pleasure as their combined fluids filled the older woman's mouth, her body trembling with the effort of maintaining control. She watched intently, captivated by the sight of Bills mother eagerly consuming their offering. Her own hand found its way to her swollen clit, expertly rubbing circles around the sensitive nub.

"Mmm... such a dirty little slut," she whispered, her voice thick with lust. Agatha leaned forward, pressing her aching pussy against Bill's mother's lips. "Drink up every drop and maybe I'll let you taste more of me." The young woman's

Agatha grinned, her eyes flickering mischievously between James and Bill. "Oh, don't be too judgmental, James," she purred. "You know how the English countryside gets boring sometimes." She took another sip of her drink, enjoying the way it slid down her throat. "As for you, Bill," she continued teasingly, "I must say I didn't expect such a proclivity for family affairs."

Bill chuckled nervously, adjusting himself on the garden bench. "Well, when in Rome... or should I say, when in Carsely?" He shot a glance at James, inviting him to fullfil the sentense. "Do like the Carsleys do!"

Agatha pouted playfully, her bottom lip protruding slightly. "Aw, but we were just getting to know each other better," she whined, batting her eyelashes at James. "Don't be such a spoilsport, Mr. Lacey."

James chuckled, shaking his head fondly at Agatha. "We can always continue our little adventures later, my dear. For now," he said, turning to Bill with a smile, "let's clean up and have ourselves a nice, calm Sunday evening." With that, the three of them stood, gathered their clothes, and prepared to part ways after a night filled with un

Agatha's face fell, her teasing demeanor replaced with a more serious expression. She hesitated for a moment before nodding reluctantly. "You're right, James. Time to be the responsible grown-up."

James wrapped an arm around Agatha's shoulders, offering comfort and support. "I know you hate this part, but at least I'm here to escort you home," he said softly. With one last flirtatious wink, she turned away from the secluded spot where they had been examining evidence. Their steps were slower now, less eager than before.

As they walked towards her cottage together, amidst the morning sun