The Widower
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Chapter 13: Thursday, Enjoying Lauren’s Harem
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 13: Thursday, Enjoying Lauren’s Harem - Mike’s was widowed in his 20’s by cancer. Lauren, his wife, knew he had a high sex drive, so before she died, she set up a harem for him.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Consensual Romantic Lesbian Heterosexual Cuckold Wimp Husband Mother Daughter Light Bond Rough Spanking Harem Black Female White Male White Female Oriental Female Hispanic Female White Couple Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie First Facial Fisting Masturbation Oral Sex Squirting Water Sports BBW Hairy Public Sex AI Generated
Morning Interruptions
The morning light filtered through the bedroom curtains when I felt warm, wet lips wrap around my cock. Claire had slipped into bed sometime during the night, and now she was working my shaft with her mouth, her petite body nestled between my legs. Her tongue swirled around the head as she took me deeper, her dark hair falling across my thighs.
“Fuck, Claire,” I groaned, my hands finding her head. She moaned around my cock, the vibration shooting through me. Her submissive nature was on full display as she worked me with practiced enthusiasm, her small hands gripping my thighs.
I pulled her up and rolled her onto her back, spreading her legs wide. Her pussy was already wet when I pushed inside her, her tight walls gripping my thick shaft. Claire gasped, her legs wrapping around my waist as I started thrusting into her. Her petite frame rocked beneath me with each thrust, her small breasts bouncing.
“Yes, please,” she whispered, her voice breathy. “Use me.”
I fucked her harder, my cock driving deep into her cunt with each thrust. Claire’s nails dug into my back as she met my movements, her pussy clenching around me. The wet sounds of our fucking filled the room as I pounded into her.
The bedroom door opened and Amy walked in, naked and sweaty from her morning run. Her blonde ponytail was disheveled, her small firm breasts glistening with perspiration.
“Lie that beautiful sweaty body down here,” Denise demanded.
Amy complied and Denise crawled on top of her in a 69. Denise’S fingers found Amy’s already wet pussy. She worked two fingers inside first, then three, stretching Amy’s tight hole. Amy moaned into Denise’s cunt as Denise pushed deeper.
“Four,” Denise announced, working her fingers deeper. She pushed, sliding all four fingers to the base of her thumb inside Amy’s stretched pussy. Amy cried out, her body shaking as Denise almost fisted her.
I continued fucking Claire while watching Denise work Amy’s cunt. Denise’s tongue found Amy’s clit, licking and sucking while Denise’s fingers moved inside her. The sight of Amy’s pussy stretched around Denise’s hand was incredibly hot.
Amy came first, her body convulsing as Denise’s fingers worked inside her. Her juices ran down Denise’s hand as she came hard. Denise and Claire both followed seconds later, Claire’s pussy clamping down on my cock as she orgasmed beneath me.
I buried myself deep in Claire and came, pumping thick loads of cum into her tight cunt. Claire moaned as she felt me filling her, her body trembling with aftershocks.
Denise slowly withdrew her fingers from Amy’s stretched pussy, her hand coated in Amy’s juices. Denise rolled off Amy, both women breathing heavily.
Denise and I headed to the shower while Amy and Claire recovered on the bed. The hot water felt good as we washed each other, Denise’s hands soaping my chest and cock while I cleaned her body. We took our time, enjoying the intimacy after the intense morning session.
After we dried off, I got dressed for work. Denise kissed me goodbye at the door, her body pressed against me.
“Have a good day,” she said. “Try not to think about what we did too much.”
I smiled and headed out, my mind already drifting to what the evening might bring with the harem Lauren had arranged for me.
Tossing a Salad for Lunch
The noon sun streamed through Betty’s kitchen window as I stepped inside, the scent of fresh bread and her perfume mingling in the warm air. She stood at the counter in a light summer dress that clung to her full curves, red hair pinned loosely at her nape. The moment our eyes met, the air thickened with the memory of our last encounter.
“Sweetheart,” she greeted, voice soft and familiar. “I thought you might like a proper lunch before heading back.”
I crossed the room without a word. My hands found her waist, turning her so her back pressed against my chest. She gasped as I bent her forward over the kitchen table, the wood cool beneath her palms. The dress rode up her thighs as I yanked her panties down to her knees. Her ass, pale and round, presented itself perfectly.
“Mike—” she started, but the protest died when I freed my cock and rubbed the head along her already slick folds. I pushed inside in one smooth thrust, burying myself to the hilt. Betty moaned, fingers curling against the tabletop. I gripped her hips and started fucking her hard, the table legs scraping against the tile with every drive.
My thumb found the tight ring of her asshole and pressed. She tensed immediately, trying to pull away. “Not there,” she breathed, voice shaky. I kept thrusting, the wet slap of skin echoing through the kitchen. My thumb circled the puckered entrance, spreading the juices that dripped from her pussy. Gradually her resistance softened. Her hips rocked back to meet my strokes. When I pressed the first knuckle inside, she bucked hard, a sharp cry escaping her throat. I held her steady and kept fucking, driving deep while my thumb worked deeper into her ass.
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