Chapter 48: A Day of Confessions

The next morning, I woke to the unmistakable sensation of Nora’s tight, wet pussy sliding down my morning wood, her hips rolling in slow, deliberate movements. The sunlight filtered through the blinds, highlighting her puffy nipples as they brushed against my chest when she leaned forward. Her soft moans filled the air, her petite frame moving with practiced ease as she worked my cock deep inside her, not giving a hint of just how new sex was to her.

“Good morning,” she purred, her clit grinding against me with every subtle shift. I couldn’t help but grip her ass, feeling the firm curve beneath my palms as I guided her, savoring the warmth and slickness of her cunt wrapped around my shaft.

“You’re starting early,” I teased, my voice still rough from sleep but tinged with amusement as she tightened around me, drawing a groan from my throat.

“And you’re always ready for me,” she shot back with a playful smirk, her hands bracing on my chest as she increased her pace, her puffy nipples brushing against my skin, sending sparks of heat through both of us.

Her rhythm quickened, her breath coming in fast little gasps, thighs trembling as she rode me harder. Each downward stroke forced a slick, wet sound between us, her cunt swallowing my cock like it was made for it. “Uhh, yes!” she gasped, her hips grinding down harder, her clit rubbing against me as her pussy clenched tight. Her head tilted back, her mouth parting as that sharp cry left her lips, body shuddering as she came.

The way she pulsed around me had me right on the edge. My grip tightened on her hips, fingers pressing into soft flesh as I thrust upward, driving deep, filling her tight little pussy with everything I had. The heat of release surged through me, my body locking up as I spilled inside her, every last pulse wrung out by her squeezing walls.

She collapsed against my chest, her breath still ragged, skin damp with sweat. “You’re insatiable,” I murmured, fingers tracing the curve of her spine, smoothing over the swell of her ass.

“And you love it,” she whispered, her voice thick with satisfaction as she nuzzled closer, lips ghosting over my neck.

I remembered her words from last night, murmured just before she drifted off, how she wanted me to be the father of her children once she got married, how she planned to cuckold a husband she hadn’t even met yet. There had been no hesitation in her voice, no doubt. It wasn’t just some idle fantasy from an inexperienced, freshly legal teen. No, the way she had initiated cuckolding David and Mark last night proved it: Nora craved the idea of spreading my genes just as much as I did. This thrill was ours.

And damn if that thought didn’t send a fresh wave of possessive heat curling in my gut.

We spent the morning enjoying a quiet breakfast together. Annika and Lena were still fast asleep, recovering from the night’s escapades. Nora sat beside me, her legs tucked under her as she lazily sipped her coffee, a content smile playing on her lips. The mood was relaxed, the tension from the previous night replaced by a comforting sense of calm.

It wasn’t until noon that Annika and Lena finally emerged, looking disheveled and clearly worse for wear. Annika let out a dramatic groan as she sank into a chair at the table. “I can’t walk,” she announced, her voice dripping with mock indignation.

“Same,” Lena chimed in, wincing as she gingerly lowered herself into a seat. “Those monster cocks of theirs should come with a warning label. David and Mark went all out driving them into us last night. I feel like I’ve been fucked with a cucumber.”

Nora, who had been sipping her coffee, nearly choked on it, laughing as she set her cup down. “Oh, please,” she teased, her tone playful but sharp. “You’re acting like you didn’t enjoy every second of it.”

Annika shot her a look, a grin playing at her lips. “Says the girl who chickened out and left us to deal with those beasts on our own after you sampled their stretch.”

Lena smirked, leaning back in her chair. “Yeah, Nora. How generous of you to let us ‘handle’ the aftermath after you got your little taste. They were still talking about how tight you were.”

Nora’s cheeks flushed, but she wasn’t about to let them have the last word. “Well, maybe I was smart enough to quit while I could still walk this morning,” she shot back with a sly grin, her puffy nipples visibly stiffening under her thin top as she leaned forward. “But hey, you’re welcome.”

The room filled with laughter, the teasing banter adding a playful, lighthearted energy to the morning. Yet beneath it all, a charged undercurrent lingered, a reminder of the wild escapades that had bonded us in ways none of us could quite articulate.

Nora shot me a glance, something wicked dancing behind her smirk. “Speaking of ‘aftermath’ ... we haven’t told them yet, have we?” she mused, swirling her coffee lazily.

Annika and Lena exchanged confused looks. “Told us what?” Annika asked, raising a brow.

I leaned back, stretching my arms as if the revelation was nothing more than casual gossip. “While you two were busy getting stuffed by David and Mark,” I said, pausing just long enough to let the words sink in, “I was busy breeding Sarah and her sister Anja.”

The laughter died instantly. Lena’s mouth parted slightly, her smirk frozen in place. Annika blinked, her fingers tightening around her cup.

“Wait,” Lena said slowly, her voice almost disbelieving. “You mean while their husbands were pounding us...”

Nora grinned, finishing for her. “Their sweet little wives were getting filled up with his cum instead.” She let out a soft chuckle, shaking her head. “They thought they were putting us in our place, showing off their size, but in the end, their perfect little housewives are carrying his babies now. They have no idea.”

Annika exhaled sharply, sitting back as the weight of it hit her. Then, slowly, that stunned silence cracked, giving way to something else. A chuckle, dark and knowing, rolling from deep in her throat. “That’s ... that’s actually hilarious,” she murmured, shaking her head.

Lena’s shock melted into an amused smirk. “So much for their ‘conquest.’” She bit her lip, shaking her head as she processed it. “Damn. That’s the kind of payback they never saw coming.”

Nora grinned, satisfied. “Exactly.”

By the time everyone had finished eating and recovered enough to move, it was well into the afternoon. Someone suggested a game of tennis, and before I could object, we were gathering our gear and heading to the local courts. Annika and Lena, despite their earlier grumbles, seemed energized by the idea of a challenge, their eyes lighting up at the prospect of a good match. Nora shot me a knowing glance as we set off, her smirk hinting that there was more in store for me than just a casual game.

As we arrived at the courts, Annika and Lena unpacked their gear with focused determination, their enthusiasm palpable. The way they stretched, arching their backs, rolling their shoulders, only emphasized their toned, athletic forms, their tight shorts clinging to every curve. Nora chuckled at my reluctance and tossed me a spare racket. “Don’t worry,” she teased. “We’ll try not to embarrass you too much.”

The sky stretched bright and blue over the courts as the game began. Annika and Lena moved with practiced ease, their athleticism impossible to miss. Every stroke was fluid, every step calculated, their energy infectious. Even Nora, with her petite frame and skinny legs, had a way of putting such an aggressive spin on the ball that I found myself scrambling to keep up.

As the match wore on, it became painfully clear I didn’t stand a chance. They read my every move with uncanny precision, effortlessly driving me to sprint left and right across the court. Their laughter echoed around me as they took control, their competitive streaks shining through with every perfectly placed shot. I was outnumbered, outmatched, and they were reveling in it, watching me struggle just to keep the ball in play.

Annika smirked as she sent a particularly nasty shot flying just past my reach. “Come on, is that all you’ve got?” she taunted, twirling her racket as she watched me try and fail to return it.

“Poor guy,” Lena added, biting her lip as she feigned sympathy. “Maybe we should take it easy on him. He’s already looking a little winded.”

Nora grinned, jogging up to my side, pressing close enough that I could feel the heat of her body. “I think he just likes seeing us in these outfits,” she teased, her voice low enough for only me to hear. Her fingers trailed lightly along my forearm, a quick, fleeting touch that sent a different kind of tension through me.

Annika and Lena exchanged a glance, then burst into laughter. “Oh, that explains it,” Annika said, shaking her head. “He’s not losing. He’s just distracted.”

“Must be hard to focus,” Lena mused, adjusting her top in a way that made it very clear she knew exactly what she was doing.

I exhaled sharply, gripping my racket a little tighter. This game was getting far more dangerous than I’d expected. Despite being thoroughly outplayed, I couldn’t help but admire how skilled and relentless they were.

But it was during Lena and Annika’s serves that my focus truly faltered. Every time they stretched up to deliver the ball, their massive melons strained against their tight tops, jiggling slightly with the motion. The unapologetically sexy display was impossible to ignore, leaving me stumbling more than once as I struggled to concentrate on the game.

Nora’s teasing on the drive from Copenhagen had been no exaggeration. “See?” she said with a smirk after catching me mid-stare during a serve. “I told you it’s impossible to keep your eyes on the ball when they’re serving.”

“Yeah, well, maybe you should’ve warned me harder,” I shot back, my voice dripping with mock indignation. She laughed, her smirk growing wider as if reveling in my obvious distraction.

Then, just to drive the point home, Lena and Annika decided to play against each other, and within seconds, it became painfully clear just how much they’d been holding back when playing me. The ball snapped between them with blistering speed, their movements sharp and precise, each stroke delivered with a power that sent it rocketing across the court. What had felt like a competitive match before now looked like child’s play. They weren’t just good, they were at a level that wasn’t far from Wimbledon. I watched, slightly stunned, as they maneuvered effortlessly, reacting with a precision that made my earlier struggles even more humiliating.

By late afternoon, we were sprawled in the shade near the court, sipping iced drinks while I still caught my breath. Annika and Lena were doubled over in laughter, recounting a particularly clumsy dive I’d made during the game. Even Nora joined in, unable to resist taking a jab. “You might need some lessons,” she teased, her tone dripping with mock superiority. “Lucky for you, I’m an excellent teacher.”

“Well, maybe you should’ve warned me that playing with pros was part of the deal,” I retorted, eliciting more laughter from the group.

Once we’d cooled off, we headed back to the house, everyone still riding the high of the afternoon. Despite their earlier energy, I noticed Annika and Lena wince slightly as they climbed the stairs, clearly feeling the aftereffects of the night before. Nora, on the other hand, moved with an easy confidence, throwing me a knowing glance as she disappeared into the bathroom.

After quick showers, we regrouped and decided on a stroll down to the beach to catch the sunset. The sky was painted in hues of deep orange and violet, the salty breeze carrying the lingering warmth of the day. The conversation had settled into something quieter, more intimate, the teasing momentarily replaced by a comfortable closeness that came only from shared experiences.

Nora walked beside me, her arm brushing against mine, fingers grazing my wrist every so often, the touch deliberate but subtle. Annika and Lena were a few steps ahead, their voices soft as they talked among themselves, the fading sunlight casting a warm glow over their toned legs and tight shorts.

“This has been the best weekend I’ve had in a long time,” Nora murmured, her voice low, almost thoughtful.

I glanced at her, taking in the way her lips curled just slightly, her expression softer than usual. “Yeah?”

She nodded, then smirked. “And it’s not even over yet.”

The path to the shore wound through soft dunes, the warm glow of the late afternoon sun casting long, golden shadows. The rhythmic sound of waves crashing against the sand filled the air, a soothing backdrop to our walk. The tranquility, however, shattered the moment Sarah and Mark appeared, pushing their baby’s stroller in the opposite direction.

For a brief moment, everyone froze, the weight of last night’s betrayals settling over us like an invisible cloud. I could almost see Lena, Annika, and Nora replaying how Mark’s massive cock had stretched them so perfectly, their tight little bodies still thrumming from the memory of his relentless thrusts. And from the way Mark’s eyes lingered on them, I knew he was remembering every inch of their firm tits and needy teen pussies, how they had taken him in ways his wife never could.

Sarah, blissfully oblivious, flashed her dazzling Hollywood smile. “What a beautiful sunset!” she chirped, her tone bright and unassuming, completely unaware of the charged atmosphere hanging thick between us.

Mark’s gaze flickered between my companions and me, his expression carefully neutral, but his eyes betrayed the echoes of last night’s debauchery. If he suspected anything about me breeding his wife in her sleep, he didn’t let it show. The silence between us stretched unbearably, until Nora, always composed, shattered it with a breezy wave. “It is, isn’t it? Perfectly romantic for two lovebirds like you two,” she said, her words dripping with subtle mischief.

The encounter ended quickly, but the tension clung to the air like a storm waiting to break as we continued down the beach. Mark’s gaze had lingered, but not with suspicion, only with the guilt of his own betrayal. He hadn’t even considered that his wife might have been bred by another man, too distracted by the memory of the tight teen bodies he had ravaged the night before.

Nora, ever perceptive, leaned in just enough for her words to slip beneath the hum of the waves. “He doesn’t suspect a thing,” she murmured, her tone dripping with amusement. “Poor Mark was too busy trying to hide his own guilt to even consider that Sarah’s carrying your baby, not his.” She let the words settle, her smirk widening when she saw my jaw tighten.

Annika leaned in close, breaking the silence with a dry chuckle. “Well, that wasn’t awkward at all,” she quipped, earning a knowing glance from Nora, who looked more pleased than ever.

A little further down the beach, we encountered Anja and David with their baby, the scene playing out almost identically. This time, David’s expression betrayed a flicker of something ... guilt? Suspicion? It was hard to tell, but I caught Nora suppressing a smirk. All four of us knew the full extent of the betrayal, and it was a secret we carried with a mix of satisfaction and wicked amusement.

Nora was the first to speak, her tone bright and affectionate. “Anja, you’re glowing,” she said with a warm smile. “Motherhood really makes you shine.”

Anja beamed, adjusting the baby’s blanket as she rocked the stroller slightly. “Oh, thanks! It’s been the most amazing thing. Exhausting, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything.”

Annika sighed dramatically, tilting her head as she looked at David. “And David ... wow, what a dream husband,” she mused. “So handsome, so devoted. You just know a man like him would never even think of betraying a perfect life like this.”

Lena smirked, crossing her arms. “Yeah, you’ve really got the ideal guy, Anja. A gentleman through and through. I mean, not even a hint of flirting from him while you were away. Some men slip up when their wives are out of sight, but David?” She let the words hang, shaking her head with mock admiration. “Absolutely faithful.”

David’s grip on the stroller tightened just slightly, his expression a careful mask. “Of course,” he said evenly, his voice a little too controlled.

Anja laughed, completely oblivious. “Oh, I know! David would never.” She reached for his arm, giving him a sweet squeeze. “He’s always been so reliable.”

Nora chuckled softly, watching David’s face. “You’re a lucky woman, Anja. A man like him is rare.”

Anja smiled warmly, then brightened with an idea. “Oh! You two should come over sometime. We have a big guest room, and we live right next to my sister’s place. It would be so much fun to catch up properly.”

Nora’s eyes gleamed as she nodded. “That sounds perfect. Thank you, Anja, it means a lot that you’d invite us into your home.”

David cleared his throat, shifting on his feet. “Well, we should get going,” he muttered, nudging the stroller forward.

We all smiled as they walked away, watching the stiff way David carried himself, the tension in his shoulders impossible to miss.

Nora let out a quiet chuckle. “Poor guy ... I don’t think he knows whether to be glad to have us in his house or terrified.”

Annika smirked, a playful glint in her eyes. “Well, if you’re planning to breed her again in a year or so, just let me know. I’d be happy to keep David and his ‘monster cock’ busy while you two have your fun.”

As the sun dipped lower on the horizon, bathing the beach in a golden glow, another familiar figure caught my eye. Thyra walked alongside her husband, his hand resting casually on the small of her back. The stiffness in her stride was unmistakable, the lingering ache from having her ass thoroughly stretched during her first anal experience still evident in her every step.

As they passed, her gaze flicked to mine for the briefest moment. Her eyes betrayed a mix of embarrassment and raw desire, her flushed cheeks giving away the memory that lingered as vividly as the discomfort. She quickly looked away, but the way her steps faltered, paired with the heat in her glance, made it clear she hadn’t forgotten how hard I’d taken her.

I felt Nora’s eyes on me before I even turned my head. She had caught it: the way Thyra’s body tensed, the way my own gaze had lingered just a second too long. And as soon as Thyra was out of earshot, I caught the slow shake of Nora’s head, her smirk equal parts amused and exasperated.

“Unbelievable,” she murmured under her breath, just for me. “Another one?”

Annika and Lena, lost in their own conversation, didn’t notice. But Nora did. She saw it all. The silent exchange, the tension that still clung between me and Thyra. And from the way she studied me, one brow arched ever so slightly, I knew exactly what she was thinking.

I exhaled, keeping my voice low. “We ... went jogging together.”

Nora’s smirk deepened, pure amusement flickering in her eyes. “Jogging. Sure,” she said, dragging out the word as she glanced back toward Thyra’s retreating form.

I shrugged, tilting my head slightly. “Well, just look at that ass ... I mean, who could...”

Nora cut me off with a quiet laugh, shaking her head. “You’re unreal,” she murmured, her smirk widening. “And judging by the way she’s walking, so is that workout.”

I ran a hand through my hair, but there was no use trying to defend it. She had me.

As the beach walk wound down, the warm glow of the setting sun gave way to the cool hues of twilight. We eventually made our way back to the house, the lively energy of the day softening into a quieter, more intimate atmosphere. Inside, the soft crackle of the fireplace added a comforting backdrop to the evening.

The girls sprawled out on the large sofa with me at the center. Nora and Annika snuggled close on either side, their warm bodies pressing into mine, the soft weight of their tits against my arms impossible to ignore. Lena, ever playful, took her spot on the floor in front of me, leaning back until her head rested against my lap. Each slight movement pressed her head against my throbbing erection, her teasing smirk making it clear she knew exactly what she was doing.

Conversation meandered through light topics until Lena, cheeks glowing from the fire, the wine, or perhaps the heat radiating from my hardening cock, leaned in with a mischievous grin. “Alright,” she purred, her voice daring, “the wild six-some with Tom and our hung neighbors is hard to beat, but what’s the next craziest sex story you’ve got?”

Annika giggled, her massive tits pressing lightly against my arm as she shifted closer, her hand brushing my thigh in a way that felt far from accidental. Nora’s voice, playful but laced with a teasing edge, chimed in, “You can’t throw out a challenge like that, Lena, and not start. Give us the dirty details.”

Lena tossed her hair back, her smirk widening. “Fine, fine,” she said, her voice dripping with mischief. “There was this party once. Things got out of hand, and I ended up blindfolded, tied to a chair, guessing which guy was shoving his dick in my mouth.”

Her casual delivery sent a ripple of laughter through the room. Annika leaned in, eyes gleaming with intrigue. “And? Were you any good at guessing?”