Chapter 21

“It’s supper time, I think. But what for supper?” I asked my girls, knowing that if I was famished, they must be, too.

After all, we had just seriously gotten it on while watching my parents fuck their lovers as well. It had culminated in me buggering the holy fuck out of my willing love slave Janine and having my other ladies lick us both clean afterward. Count on my women to fluff and lick me and each other to their heart’s content. I made out with each of my girls after that while we contemplated that night’s supper, each of us finding that our stomachs growled with famishment.

“Spaghetti and meatballs, what else! It will get us nice and fucking full!” Melanie announced, getting things together in a hurry, “trust us Italian girls to know our pastas!”

“With some fucking garlic bread and salad, too!” Janine added with delight.

“Yeah, well, I thought that we just tossed some salad ... oh, wait, that was your anus! Tasted pretty sweet, in any case!” Becca teased Janine before sticking her tongue halfway down my slave’s throat, “there, taste your own tossed salad, honey buns! You were delicious!”

“One can’t live on rimjobs alone, not even from sweet cheeks here!” Paige reminded her, “how about some good red wine, too!”

“And, of course, some gelato!” Heather put in her own two cents.

“Hey, as long as we end up fucking stuffed like crazy, and not just from the food, though that helps, so much the better! I want some calories, but I plan to burn through half of them spending the night in a tight little reverse-gang-bang with my brother here!” Becca warned me now.

“Yes, well, you always loved incest, no doubt of that! Hence why you get wet every time we see Cersei bang either Jamie or Lancel Lannister! I pity that we don’t get to see the Targaryen stuff! That would be hot as hell! Face it, you’ve craved your brother’s cock for a while now! And why not? Simon would be enough to turn any girl onto incest! If he was my brother, I’d have fucked him a long time ago! I don’t see how you resisted the urge as long as you did!” Melanie rather freely confessed.

“Think that he would have gone for it?” Becca asked her.

“Fuck, yeah! Get my mouth around a dude’s dick, and he’s already gonna cave! Just look at how I snatched him as my fiance! Well, I just had to make sure that he knew that I wasn’t the jealous type! That’s the only key! Suck his cock and learn to share and you’re there, honey, you’re there! You’ve just gotta make a man know that you’re his personal fucktoy and that you won’t cockblock him with other babes!” Melanie declared.

“Is that a fact?” I grinned now.

“Definitely! The bad news is that some women make other women look really bad and make guys very gun-shy with girls! The good news is that the bar is very low now, though. Just be a guy’s personal fuckmeat, right out of his most deviant fantasies, keep your jealousy in check, and always put him first! Oh, and make it clear that he’s stuck with you, anyway!