Chapter 10

The night seemed to go a lot faster after that, almost a blur, particularly once I slid into Anna again for the first time in literal decades. It was even wilder to enter Bianca and start fucking that cutie. Her kinky hair looked glorious as I pulled it, even reminding me of Nathalie Emmanuel from Game of Thrones (if you don’t know her by that name ... think of Missandei of the Isle of Naath). The experience of fucking cousins and sisters was wild enough, but screwing a mother and daughter at once was even more intense, of course.

“You really dig this, don’t you, hon?” Anna teased me as I slipped back inside her cunt straight from Bianca and gave her sloppy seconds.

“As do you, I think,” I taunted her back, even as Bianca ran her tongue along her own mother’s butt-crack.

“God, yes ... I never guessed that I would take my own daughter as a lover, but here I am! We really are a package deal for any man ... but I’m so glad that you bought the combo ... we really want to be in your porn flicks, trust me on that! Of course, you want to throw ... some doubt as to whether we’re really mother and daughter in real life, in case the feds or state get ideas,” Anna told me as she gasped from the double pleasure of my dick in her gash and Bianca’s mouth attached to her bottom.

Sally, Kelly, and Megan got themselves in a daisy chain yet again, licking each other’s butts with their usual enthusiasm. They were loath to risk licking away the creampies from each other’s twats, of course, as that might prevent breeding. Mary pegged Lyle again while he humped the fuck out of Bella in a very hot and bothered train. Each of them was sweaty and horny in the extreme, naturally.

As usual, Mark and Martin had their own thing going: when not banging one of the girls, Mark spent most of his time buggering his boyfriend. Martin only did it with Mark and me, of course, always as the bottom. I only pounded his ass one more time that night and made sure to wipe my cock immediately after I flooded his bowels with my jizz. The last thing that I wished was to risk giving someone a UTI from a dirty dick in the snatch.

Not being on a blue pill, we had to take regular breaks to let the old one-eyed monsters recover, of course. I wasn’t exactly John Holmes, though to be fair, he was a junkie and murderer, so that’s a good thing in most respects. I certainly didn’t wish to die of AIDS as he did. In any case, I was still a mortal man, if a horny one, and I couldn’t just come back to life at the snap of one’s fingers. I was also a grown-ass man in my mid-forties, so I had to be aware of my heart. Sex is great cardio, but there are limits to human exertion.

As Anna, Bianca, and I all came roughly together (I spurted a little in both ladies in turn), I found myself wiped out for the night at last. I collapsed on the bed, tangled up in a heap of naked, sweaty flesh that was a glory to behold. So many nude bodies wrapped in each other, holding each other tight and feeling each other up. Someone must have turned off the camcorder and either grabbed or destroyed the sex tape afterward by the time that I awoke.