Chapter 20

It was close to dawn when David Howard and his many companions awoke and dressed up to drag themselves to Piper’s place. They were a bit hungover, but they were otherwise better than okay. The night before had been a drunken haze of an orgy once the doors to the Kilted Laird were closed, this time for good. Everyone had basically done something with everyone else, whether light and playful or intense and potent ... or something in between. Suffice it to say that they were all rather sore between their legs and cheeks, among other places from all of the humping, pumping, and cum-dumping.

“Well, honey, you definitely outdid yourself this time! I’m seriously, insanely proud to be your first wife right now. I can’t wait until the baby bumps all start showing, too. It will be fun to guess who the proud papas might be in each case. One thing is clear. You should absolutely impregnate every woman here at least once. You, yourself that is. You’re the natural leader of this group and you’re the obvious choice to sire so much of its next generation in the future.

“I would like to see the women get knocked up by the other guys, too, though. If I had my way, every woman here would conceive by every man here at least once apiece, to be frank. Imagine the bond that we would all then share ... as a family, not just a community or caravan,” Andrea confessed her true feelings at that point, even as she let David pound her puffy twat all over again.

“Your cunt’s very sore, I see, but you’re still creaming yourself, wife,” David observed, making her laugh.

“To be perfectly candid, I love it sore! I used to make Gianni fuck me a lot right after you ... and you right after Gianni, though I typically showered between those incidents. And, of course, our sex tapered off toward the end. For a moment, though, it was glorious! But, yeah, I love the feeling of my poor pussy getting so hammered and all of the discomfort of no relief from that dick! I’m hooked on that kind of rough sex,” Andrea admitted, much to David’s shock.

“So ... part of wanting me to fuck you that last time was because you were sore from Gianni nailing you ... and you wanted to make it worse?” David asked for clarity’s sake as he drilled Andrea some more.

“Well, I get off on having my throbbing cunt ravaged like that, the pain, the discomfort, the soreness. It’s a serious turn-on to me. The best time to fuck me is rather after I’ve just had my ashes hauled and I want it even puffier, more inflamed. I lose all ... self-control ... like right now! Oh ... Good God!” Andrea Poulas Howard assured her beloved hubby.

“Definitely not the good Greek girl that your parents thought you to be, are you?” David teased his bride as she creamed herself and moaned in ecstasy from the agony of another romp when she was already so sore.

“If I had my way, my pussy would never recover, never go back to normal, just stay pink or red, throbbing hard from the discomfort, leaking constant loads of white-hot jizz, and making lots of men blast my cunt walls with their spunk. That would be my ideal, honey, if I’m being entirely honest with you,” Andrea informed David, making him cum at last inside her wet, eager snatch.