Chapter 99

2055 hours, local time,
Thursday, 17 July, 2014
Harris-Daud Residence
Hinton, West Virginia

I was eventually engulfed inside Erica Harris when I wasn’t inside her twin brother, Eric, swapping back and forth between the twins and their three holes ... well, five if you count their mouths. They certainly sucked me when I wasn’t busy fucking them in the pussy, lady ass, or lad ass. Yeah, I made sure to breed Erica, of course, but I also did my level best to drill that booty within an inch of both of the twins’ lives. They didn’t resemble twins at all, as Erica had sandy hair, but an olive complexion, while Eric had the opposite situation: jet black hair and pale skin.

This lasted for a good half hour at least, even including moments when Eric rammed his sister’s holes as well, and ones where Erica pegged her brother. I slapped their bottoms every chance I got, too, even as I slammed into their butts with full force. I made them rim each other while I bred Erica more than once, and I naturally shared her in a DP with her twin ... both kinds. Basically, we shot the works, did every combination that a MFM threesome could manage. It was the classic “devil’s triangle,” but it felt rather heavenly to me.

We also showered after that action, the three of us quite happy to grope each other while washing and rinsing under the hot water jets. We laughed and joked while we slapped each other silly in the shower like a trio of teenagers (to be fair, we were all in our twenties, so not far off). It reminded me a bit of that menage a trois situation in the Dreamers way back, except that the siblings’ hair color was reversed from those actors and characters. We clearly adored each other, in any case.

“Alright now ... it’s time for the rest of the family to get a turn with you!” Claude told me after he and I had a quickie straight from the shower ... yeah, I made his rump a bit sore.

He didn’t seem to mind. Far from it, in fact. The man of the house took it as an honor to get buggered by the guest of honor, one might say, the Prophet Adam Clarke. It still felt surreal to speak of myself in the third person with so much seriousness, but the others didn’t share my inner conflict or discomfort. It wasn’t the first time he and I had fucked ... we had a threesome with Daphne earlier, after all. Still, it was our first one-on-one and our fastest sex so far.

At any rate, I could see that Melinda, Julienne, and Alice were waiting for me. They were hardly patient about it, as they all wanted me to breed them, among other acts. Judging from the strap-on dildoes and thigh harnesses, they had fun with each other in mind, too, along with perhaps pegging me at times. I certainly wouldn’t object to that idea, that much was clear. We could and would try on everything for size, well, everything outside of reasonable limits, soft and hard. It was all in good fun, after all.

Melinda had both hair color and skin tone that was somewhere between her parents, a dark brown that was still lighter than jet black and a complexion that was closer to a farmer’s tan than a proper olive skin. Her eyes were a compromise as well, as were all of theirs. They were all kind of blue-gray, the former reminding me of their mother, the latter of their father. I was soon balls deep inside her as part of a foursome between her, Julienne, and Alice. I went back and forth, much to everyone’s delight, more than a few folks being excited by the way that I bred the Lebanese mother-daughter duo and their cousin/niece.

“You enjoy your cousin and aunt?” I teased Melinda while sliding into her ass and pushing her face against Julienne’s derriere, which in turn put Julienne’s tongue up Alice’s bum.

“Yes, they’re so yummy, just like you ... just like Mom, Dad, the twins, Dinah, and Simeon!” Melinda declared, even as I sodomized her and she explored her aunt’s ass with her tongue.

Over the next hour or so, we switched things up, with my cock bottoming out inside each of them while they fucked each other with the strap-on dildoes. Yes, they also took turns pegging me, though I enjoyed that as well, both because of the prostate contact and the sheer kinkiness of what rapidly became a train. I fucked both their pussies and their asses, of course, just as they did to each other, swapping back and forth to be at the head or tail or middle of the train.

“Fuck, that is hot!” I heard Claude declare, even as he added himself to the train, followed by Daphne, Dinah, Simeon, and the twins.

It was soon almost a conga line as we pushed and pulled out of each other’s holes. We all bucked our hips, too, nobody seemingly resenting the way that things unfolded, including when my spouses all joined in on the act. We all wore each other’s holes out, fucked each other rather ruthlessly, damn near to the point of exhaustion as well as sore body parts. It was soon a full-on orgy, a free-for-all clusterfuck with people chasing each other around with cocks and dildoes out to fuck each other in any and every available orifice.

Yes, it rapidly became a game of sorts. It was soon clear that several people from outside the Harris-Daud family and my own tribe had snuck into the place, not that anyone really objected to their participation at all. We all took breaks to shower, eat, drink, smoke weed, watch TV, and do other things, such as dance or listen to music between the various sex acts. Someone took pictures and videos of me being intimate with a variety of partners, from Daphne, Dinah, Claude, Simeon, Eric, Erica, Melinda, Julienne, and Alice to my own spouses, and of course, the newcomers.

There was one scene that in one rather garish room resembled something out of a seventies’ hippie, acid trip kind of orgy. I was balls deep inside some chick that I didn’t know from Adam (funny, given my name, right?), her panties were in her mouth like some kind of gag, she still had some of kind of slip half-covering her back, and I could see her “tramp stamp.” It was a genie, of the “I Dream Of Jeannie” kind, except naked, making out with an equally nude Samantha Tate from “Bewitched.”

The dim lights were somewhat orange as I noticed that someone was underneath, enjoying a DP with her from the other end. She didn’t even miss a beat as I pulled out of her twat to give the other guy more room and eased into her terrific tush. She kissed both of us rather hungrily on the mouth, in fact, while we drilled her half to death between us.

We did a few more thrusts inside her holes, and then she turned over to let the other guy into her booty while letting me hammer her gash again. This swap continued several times over before I finally spilled my seed inside her tight, teenage twat, and then she switched again to let the other fellow unload his jizz inside her gooey cunt. She celebrated by rising from above us, shaking her tits and ass in our faces, removing her slip as her last article of clothing, and then somersaulting across the room.

“Well, well, well ... that was something ... else,” I commented, even as the other guy revealed himself to be God (who else?).

“Wait ... you’re ... God?” the girl fell to her feet as most people probably still did at that news.

It was mostly folks who were used to dealing with the Almighty and angels by now who didn’t react with complete dread and awe at the sight of a Deity. Mostly, that is, though things had been pretty weird of late. Angels, demons, ghost towns, and fireballs mixed with brimstone. That might quickly desensitize some people to the supernatural, naturally.

“I’m afraid so, pumpkin. Don’t worry. You pleased me ... a lot. Sure, it was a sin in the sight of the old Boss, but he was a bit of a prude, if you don’t mind my saying. I’m a lot more open and liberal, you might say. I must say that you definitely put your back into it ... and your arse, for that matter. Before you ask, yes, you’re pregnant, Valerie Moore. By me, by the Prophet, and by the end of the night, who knows who else?