Chapter 10

For a the days immediately following their most recent evening of family debauchery, each person had their own emotions and thoughts that seemed to dominate their minds; Flora was thrilled that Romi had begged for Henry’s cum in her little pussy. “Hopefully, she’ll keep that up and want a baby soon,” she thought.

Henry was a bit torn. Though he’d finally given up on his past misgivings about the joy he felt when fucking Romi, since the girl obviously was enjoying it at least as much as he was – her desire for his creampie had thrown a new wrinkle in. Because he truly loved it. In his soul, he believed the most perfect place for him to finish was inside the busty teen’s rippling tunnel. Nothing else compared to that sensation. Not cumming on the breasts of all three Giddings ladies. Not squirting in any of their mouths. Not even the feeling of sending his jizz jets into Flora’s slippery sluice could compare. But he wasn’t completely crazy about the idea of getting Romi pregnant...

Romi, for her part, had loved everything about the experience. She wouldn’t have changed a single thing and was hoping for a repeat performance as soon as her pussy recuperated a bit more. At the same time, she wasn’t ready for a baby yet. “I still need to finish high school and find a job,” she thought. “After that ... well, we’ll see.”

And lastly, Michelle was positively itching to get naked with Henry once again. Her pussy was still way too sore to try taking that horse cock again, but she found herself imagining him pressing that veiny sausage into her butthole, which cause her to tremble with arousal. She wasn’t sure how much she’d be able to take in her ass. “He might not be able to get it inside me at all,” she thought to herself, “but I really hope I can convince him to try.”

Several work-related landowner issues arose which required Henry to travel over the next few weeks. Some recent changes in state regulations required contracts with the property owners to be updated and each of those relationships would have to be carefully managed because of it. Certainly, each site had an assigned field rep, and that person would accompany Henry to each of their own sites. But contract changes of such nature demanded that someone of Henry’s company standing do the negotiating.

By the time he’d completed the necessary meetings and re-inked all the contracts, Henry had been on the road for nearly 3 weeks. “Maybe I’m just getting old,” Henry thought to himself, “but I don’t miss this part of the job.” In truth, he wasn’t that much older than many of the field reps he managed. But he’d grown comfortable in his life at home. He no longer craved the adventure of the open road, opting instead for the joys of waking up next to his gorgeous wife each morning. Add in the joys of Romi and Michelle’s taut teen bodies, and you had a recipe for never leaving home again.

Without consulting Flora, Henry had discussed his desire to completely leave the road work behind with his boss. The sweet but grizzled old man informed Henry in no uncertain terms that he already had it as good as he would get it, career-wise. Henry’s yearly salary was already damn-near as much as the CEO took home. And because of the paternal nature of the company’s upper management, it would be very unlikely for Henry to be promoted into the executive ring of offices. “If I was you,” Henry’s boss said, “I’d enjoy the sitch’ation yer in. Yew done already got more money’n yew ever dreamed of. Ya’ got a whole team o’ field reps ‘at thank yew hung the moon, so they’s gonna keep making even more money for ya’. You wouldn’t get paid no more even if they did promote you fu’ther up – and if’n they did, yew’d have to move back close t’ th’ home office, which I know yew don’t wanna do, since that’d mean leaving yer place down in Cactus, where yer happy. So take my advice young fella ... jus’ keep doin’ what yer doin’ and enjoy it. Ain’t no good reason t’ rock th’ boat.”

Henry pondered those words for several days while he finished his trip. In the end, he realized the old man had been exactly right. Henry’s only real reason for wanting a promotion was to ensure he wouldn’t have to travel anymore, which he no longer had to do very often anyway. And in the end, all that would bring would be a new title, which meant nothing to him without a significant raise, which he wouldn’t get, and didn’t really need. Plus, he’d be inviting a whole list of headaches that could easily be avoided by just finding happiness in continuing as he had been.

As luck would have it, Flora’s hope for Romi’s pregnancy would have to wait. Henry and Romi breathed a collective sigh of relief when she tested negative 2 times, and started her period just a couple weeks later. Slightly despondent, Flora informed her husband about Romi’s menstrual cycle status over the phone. As he always did, he called her each night from his hotel to check in and get caught up on the day’s events back home. Many months earlier, Flora had finally opened up to Henry about her desire for Romi to have a baby that she herself could help care for and raise. After a great deal of arguing with himself, Henry had agreed that, following the botched IUD removal that took her ability to conceive, the experience of caring for another child would be good for his wife. He still wasn’t sold on the idea that he had to be the father of Romi’s baby though. Once again, he found himself wrestling with his own emotions. The moral side of him wanted Romi to find and marry a decent person her own age. But the rest of him wanted to keep her all to himself. To never allow another man’s touch to violate her. To continue marking her body with his seed, inside and out.

While on the phone with Flora, Henry wisely chose to keep all his mental wrangling to himself. Instead, as any caring partner should, he focused on her feelings and concerns. That particular call took over an hour, but Flora eventually calmed and even joked around with her husband about other, non-pregnancy, topics. Apparently, all she’d needed was to hear him agree with her that when Romi is ready, she should have a baby and let Flora help raise it.

Flora and Romi also rehashed the whole thing. Surprisingly, no one raised their voice, and there were very few tears shed. Flora and Romi both agreed that Henry was the right and only man for the task of knocking up the teen. Then, in her own delicate way, Romi let her mother know that she hadn’t forgotten about her need to care for another child, and that she would eventually grant her wish. But that day would have to wait a while longer.

For the time being, they would both shield that part of their plan from Michelle. “I’m afraid it would be too much for her,” Flora reasoned. “She’s a part of our family now too, and you know we all love her dearly, so we’ll certainly let her know – but we’ll wait until I think the time is right,” she told Romi, who agreed.

“But Momma,” Romi added timidly, “I reeeaaaly loved the way it felt when Daddy shot his cum in my pussy.”

“I know exactly what you mean, sweetie,” Flora nodded.

“Yeah ... but ... I mean ... how do I ... I mean, I’ve just gotta feel that again and again, but I don’t wanna get pregnant yet. So ... what should I do?” Romi asked.

“Well ... I suppose you could go back to using that foam stuff, at least until you’re ready to try for a baby. That stuff, plus ‘the pill’ might be effective enough to keep the stork at bay. ‘Course, that would mean no one else could clean you up afterwards ... if you get my drift,” Flora smirked.

“Oh yeah...,” Romi mused, “hadn’t thought of that. ‘Chelle won’t like that part at all. She just loves to lick me clean ... says it’s something about getting Daddy’s flavor and mine at the same time...”

Flora nodded. “Yeah, she doesn’t keep that a secret. She seems to love pussy as much as she loves your Daddy’s cum. Personally, I don’t understand it ... I’d much rather taste your Daddy than a girl’s juice. But whatever ... I have to admit, she does a great job when she’s licking me.”

Romi nodded, “Yep. I know exactly what you mean.” The two shared a deliciously wicked giggle. “Maybe,” Romi continued, “if we could get Daddy to shoot on our boobs, or in one of our mouths, or something, then we’d all get to taste him. Then, I could still use the foam stuff and get him to squirt inside me too.”

Flora smiled. “I’d bet you dollars to donuts that your Daddy will fully endorse that idea. But you need to remember something else honey – he’s my husband, and sometimes, I still wanna feel him shoot inside me. So, until you’re actually trying to make a baby, you’re not allowed to monopolize that ... comprende?”

Romi smiled and kissed her mother on the cheek.

By the time Henry returned from his road trip, everyone was itching for ‘special time’. In his absence, each of the girls had masturbated by themselves, but not often. They had also paired off and helped one another find release with the help of one of the dildos - Flora and Michelle on two occasions. Michelle and Romi on several occasions. And though those sessions had allowed them to find some temporary joy, they all vocalized their preference for Henry’s touch.

On two occasions during his trip, Henry had awoken with a rampant erection following dream memories of the sexy women living in his house. Both times, he’d chosen to jerk his meat in the bathroom, squirting his spend into the shower stall to ease the cleanup process. As it turned out, he was wise to do so, because in both cases, the force of his ejaculation had left splooge splattered on the tile walls, and only a small portion hit the floor near the drain. If he’d simply jerked off in bed, he might’ve spackled the television too.

Flora heard his truck pull into the garage and met him as soon as he stepped inside. They shared a loving kiss and a protracted embrace, each of them having missed the entirety of the other. After they’d kissed a few more times, Henry looked across the family room toward the backyard, through the floor-to-ceiling picture windows, and saw the teens lounging by the pool. “Yeah, they just went out there a little while ago,” said Flora. “Said they wanted to work on their tans while they waited for you to get back home.”

“Not sure either of them need to be more tan,” Henry said. “They both look pretty bronzed to me already.”

“Yeah ... anyway, they’ve been going bananas, missing you like crazy. I warned them that you’d probably be really tired after driving and working nonstop for so long, but they’re still hoping you’ll have enough energy for ‘special time’ tonight.”

“And you?” Henry asked with a smirk.

“I can’t wait to feel your naked body against mine,” Flora answered. “But I’m not a horny teenager, so I can wait if you need me to.” She kissed him and smiled.

“To be honest with you,” Henry began, “I’ve been looking forward to ‘special time’ too. But I am kinda stinky sweaty right now, and I am a bit worn out after this morning’s drive. Tell you what ... how about I go grab a shower, then we can all relax by the pool for a bit. After that, I’ll probably need to catch a nap. But I’d like to have an early dinner outside on the patio tonight ... something simple ... I can cook up some burgers, if you like. And then ... if you think they’ll still be interested, we can ... explore.”

“Mmm,” Flora hummed and kissed her husband again. “I love it.”

While Henry was in the shower, Flora informed the girls of the plan for the evening. To say they were giddy with excitement would have been an understatement of criminal proportions. The two teens immediately began outlining what they were going to do to (and with) Henry as soon as they saw him naked. Flora decided to teach the girls a lesson in patience. “You girls do remember that I’m still reina de la casa, right?”

“Um...,” Michelle replied.

“It means ‘queen of the house’,” Romi instructed Michelle.

“Oh, I see. Yes ma’am. We realize that.” the blonde teen said.

“Well then, you should also remember that Enrique is my husband. And that means that I get first dibs. So, you girls will have to make yourselves feel good while you watch me ride him. After I’m done, then each of you can take a turn ... if he’s not too tired, of course.” Flora smirked impishly.

Michelle pushed her bottom lip out and began to pout, so much that it was almost comical.

“But mah-umm,” Romi whined, which earned her an immediate icy glare from her mother.

“Both of you need to listen, and listen carefully,” Flora said while shaking her index finger at the two teens. “Just because you want something doesn’t mean you can automatically assume it’s yours. Neither of you were raised that way. For God’s sake, you’re both 16 years-old! Act like it.”

“Yes ma’am,” the girls groaned with resignation, almost in unison.

“And like I said before, he’s my husband, so I get first crack at his affection. Lord knows I’ve been patient with both of you in the past, letting you monopolize his time, but not tonight. Both of you can learn to deal with a little bit of disappointment like young ladies, right? Or would you rather I just call the whole thing off?”

Both teens’ eyes showed signs of panic. The mere mention of no ‘special time’ at all made them feel as if they were falling apart. They barraged Flora with a chorus of “no, no, no, no, no, please, please, please...” until she finally held up her hands to quiet them. “Fine. But remember that the next time either one of you thinks they’re in charge around here. Comprende?”

“Sí mami, entiendo.” replied Romi.

Michelle nodded her understanding.

Flora knew her husband so well. She knew that he would gladly submit himself to an entire night of painful blue balls if it meant making the girls happy. So, she decided to address several points of pleasure all at once. Instead of starting ‘special time’ by hopping on his powerful pecker and vigorously riding to her own orgasm, Flora decided that Henry should shoot his first load on all three ladies’ tits. She knew how much he loved their breasts, and she knew it would make the girls happy to taste his cream. “And it’ll take the edge off for him,” she thought. “Then, he’ll be able to just relax and enjoy whatever happens.”

Once all four of them were in the master bedroom and naked, she told everyone about her plan. “Just sit down here with me, girls,” she instructed them. “You’ve done this before, so there shouldn’t be any surprises. Good. Now, hold your tits up for him ... shake ‘em just a little bit ... that’s good. Now, Enrique, why don’t you stroke that big, fat dick of yours and give us some of your cream?”

His level of arousal was so high that he didn’t last too long. Without consciously doing so, the girls were arranged in order of breast size, starting on the left with Michelle and her lovely C-cups. To her left, the lovely Flora shook and teased her own wobbling D-cups. Finally, on Henry’s right, knelt the stunning Romi, her hands under her shimmying E-cup teenage wonders. They all encouraged him to let his jism fly freely, to paint them with his cum. He did so with glee.

As soon as the spurting stopped, Flora took his cock head in her mouth to gently nurse a few more warm dollops onto her tongue. But after only a few moments, she pulled her mouth off and looked to Romi, who eagerly took her place. Because Henry’s cock had deflated a little bit, Romi had no trouble getting the whole thing in her mouth. Very soon, her nose was being tickled by his pubic hair. For her efforts, she was rewarded by a few more bubbling drops of daddy sauce straight from the rapidly re-engorging rod. As soon as Romi pulled her Daddy’s meat from her warm maw, Michelle hungrily took the first couple inches inside her mouth. Though the other ladies hadn’t left any of his jizz behind for her, she could still smell and taste the evidence of it, which caused her to purr with satisfaction.

Henry sat on the edge of the bed and watched with lust-filled eyes as all three ladies took turns licking Henry’s spooge from each other’s quivering fun bags. This decadent display lasted 5 or 10 minutes, until Flora directed the other girls toward the master bath. “We’re gonna clean up real quick. ‘Cause I don’t know about you girls,” Flora said while they waited for the shower water to heat up, “but as much as I love the feel of his cum on me while it’s warm, I don’t like it when it starts to get crusty.” Michelle nodded her agreement, while Romi thought it over and decided that while she preferred the sensation of it still slimy and slippery, she just wanted her Daddy’s cum – warm or not, slippery or crusty, on her or in her – as long as he was willing to give it to her, she wanted it.

“Plus,” Flora added, “Enrique doesn’t want to taste his own cream. And since I know we’re all looking forward to feeling his mouth all over us, we should make it as inviting as possible for him. Right?”

Both teens nodded enthusiastically.

When they returned to the bedroom, they found Henry had brought some cold bottles of water for each of them. “Thought we might want those later on,” he said. Flora smirked and winked. The love of her life never ceased to impress her. Even at a time when his brain had to be completely consumed by lust, he took the time to think ahead to the needs of others. “Well,” Flora said, “I told you girls before that I get first dibs, since he’s my husband. What do you say, Enrique? Would you care to let this old lady ride that fat, juicy cock of yours?”

“First off, you’re not old. Not by a long stretch yet.” Henry said. Lying on the bed, he extended a hand to her, adding, “And second, I would love to feel you wrapped around me, babe.”

“Mmm,” Flora hummed as she climbed on the bed and lay on her back. “I wanna feel your weight on me, Enrique.” She spread her arms and legs, inviting him in. “There’s no need to warm me up ... I’m already plenty wet ... trust me ... I’ve been waiting for this, honey ... needing this.”

Henry propped himself over her body, kissing her deeply, allowing time for their tongues to wrestle. Slowly, he allowed a little more of his weight to rest on her, flattening her mounds against his chest. Eventually, she became restless, tired of waiting for him to plunge his meat inside her. She began to whimper and whine into his mouth, rolling and hunching her hips upward toward his crotch. He took the message and propped himself up on one arm enough to look down her body, using his other hand to direct his cock into her sweet opening. Then, with a maddeningly slow pace, he eased himself into her in tiny increments. Flora was impatient with need again. She used both arms around his torso to pull her body closer to his while she cursed him, urging him onward.

“God damnit, Enrique! I need it! Stop teasing me,” she whined. “Push that fat dick in me as deep as it’ll go!”

He obliged, plunging inward ‘til his spongy cock head bounced off her cervix, causing her to suck in breath through her teeth.

“Sí papi! Oh ... oh yes ... pound me ... wreck my pussy ... Dios mio ... I needed this,” she panted and grunted between Henry’s inward thrusts. Though his upper body was still propped up on his elbows, she felt like he was piledriving her into the mattress with every deep, pelvis-quaking plunge. “If you do your job, I won’t be able to walk ‘til tomorrow...” she informed her husband.

At her direction, Henry kept up his savage assault on her tenderest hole, smashing her hard enough that he was sure he was bruising her cervix. But since she kept encouraging him, he chose to ignore the discomfort she’d likely be complaining about later.

Grabbing his face in both hands, she kissed him again, then added, “Don’t cum inside me this time, okay? Romi has been aching to feel you shoot in her pussy again.”

Those words nearly made Henry explode. He paused his efforts and tried to stave off the need for explosion. She could see him fighting it. She could feel his muscles contracting ... straining to contain the contents of his swaying balls.

“Just a little more, babe. I’m gonna cum again pretty soon,” Flora announced. Then, in a whisper, she said, “After that, you can slide this fat cock into Romi’s little pussy.”

Henry resumed his efforts to push his wife’s body through the mattress, one lunging stroke at a time. Soon, she began to emit a guttural, throaty moan, punctuated by staccato silences each time Henry’s bulbous dick head punched her at the back of her pussy. Very quickly, he noticed the signals of her rapidly approaching climax as her muscles began to contract and twitch. Her legs stopped flailing wildly, and instead, wrapped around him so that her heels rested on his butt cheeks, locking him between her silky thighs. Within moments, her eyes popped open, her jaw hung slack and every muscle below her chin seemed to lock. Henry slowed his thrusts to gentle movements as she rode out her wave of happiness. Before long, she let out a few chuckles and pulled him in for more kisses.

“Thank you, honey,” Flora said, beaming with joy. “I needed that so much.” She then pushed on his chest to indicate that he needed to get off her. “You’re probably about to pop again, aren’t you?”

“Close,” Henry confirmed.

“Well then, Romi, you better get up there before he makes a mess of the bed all by himself,” she told her daughter.

Romi jumped at the chance. She was so very ready to feel him again. His skin against hers. His lips on hers. His cock in her tender little pussy. Having already squirted her tight cavern with sperm-killing foam, she quickly scrambled onto the bed, straddled him and squatted over his groin. Using one hand, she maneuvered his thick meat stick into place before pushing down slowly ... deliberately.

“Oh my God!” The teen exclaimed, eyes closed, head thrown back. She’d taken in about a quarter of his manhood thus far, and only rested there to get used to his girth once again. “Oh Daddy, I needed this so bad.”

“I missed you too, sweetie,” Henry said while reaching up to palm and squeeze her heavy tetas. He sat up just enough to get his mouth on them, licking both her puffy areolas and gently nibbling her pebbly nipples. She moaned and pushed herself further onto his staff. Then, she raised and lowered herself again. And again. And again. And so on, until she felt her smooth mound being tickled by his pubic hair. Once there, she rested again for a moment, inuring herself to the totality of the paternal pecker she so deeply adored. The part of him that her insides needed. “Nobody else can take care of Daddy’s big cock like I do,” the girl thought. “It’s like we were made for each other.”

Henry fell onto his back, releasing her amazing fun bags from his hungry lips. He used his hands on her taut little butt to steady her as she began moving with more intent. More ferocity.

“Gonna cum soon, Daddy,” Romi said. “Fuck my pussy ... it’s so good ... oh...”

Henry couldn’t take it anymore and pushed upward into her, plunging as deep as he could, bouncing off her cervix before he exploded. Romi’s body immediately tensed. As the two of them crested their respective waves, Henry slowed his plunging, but not the depth. With each twitching spasm of his cock, Romi emitted a tiny, purring “aaah”. And each time she did so, Henry could feel her little pussy, stretched so wide with his meat, spasming and rippling with her joy.

While he was still only about half-way through spewing jets of jizz, she rose off his meat and grabbed it with both hands. She stroked and jerked his spitting snake, causing spatters of spooge to paint Henry’s abs and the surrounding portions of the bed sheet. Finally, when Henry’s contractions stopped, he eased her hands off his johnson. “Easy, baby. I’m a little sensitive right now. Gonna need to rest for a few minutes,” he told her. She laid his heavy, half-hard hog on his thigh and looked over toward the other two ladies.

“‘Chelle, Momma, it looks like we all get to taste him again,” she smiled impishly. In moments, all three ladies were on the bed - Romi still between his legs, Flora on his left, and Michelle on his right as they each lapped up the puddles of cum they found on his body.

Once the women were satisfied, Flora said, “Enrique, you need to clean up before you and Michelle try anything. And girls, you know the drill ... brush those teeth before you try to kiss him again.”

He waited for the ladies to attend to their needs in the master bath, then entered, took a leak in the toilet, then grabbed a quick, refreshing shower.

By the time he’d returned to the bedroom, the ladies had changed the sheets and Michelle was on the bed with a devilish look in her eye. “Can we just ... like ... make out for a while first?” she asked timidly.

“Of course, sweetie,” Henry replied. “Remember, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.” He then joined her on the bed. The two melted into one another. She kissed him hungrily, almost as if she were drowning. She ran her hands all over his body, greedily searching with her fingertips. She straddled one of his thighs and aggressively humped her shaved mound against it, grinding her little clit into his leg muscles.

“Um...” she asked. “Can we ... I mean ... don’t get me wrong, I really did like it when you had your dick in my pussy last time...”

“But?” Henry asked, waiting for the rest of the teen’s query.

“Exactly,” she said with a giggle. “Butt. I wanna see if I can fit your dick inside my butt. Can we try that?”

Henry was purely surprised. He vaguely recalled something Romi had said before about Michelle liking to put things in her own butt. This was a whole different ball of wax though. Unless the girl had been practicing with a fucking prize-winning zucchini, she’d never had anything as big as Henry before. He doubted he’d even be able to get the head inside her tiny pink star. Looking over at Flora, he could tell that she was as surprised as he was.

“I’ll be happy to try,” he asked. “But are you sure you want to do that?” The whole idea of butt-play still didn’t really appeal to him, but he was happy to go along with it, if that’s what she really wanted.

Michelle nodded enthusiastically. “Uh-huh. I already got some lube. I use it with my dildo sometimes.”

“Really?” Henry asked with a smirk. “You’ve been putting that whole thing in your butt?”

“Almost all of it. ‘Course, it’s not a big as you are, dad.” Then, with glint of nervous arousal in her eyes, Michelle said, “Wait right here. I’ll be right back.” She then hopped off the bed, ran out of the room, and down the hallway to her own bedroom. From the master bedroom, the others could hear some rummaging and clattering. Then, just a few moments later, Michelle came trotting back into the room, C-cups shimmying as she held a squeeze tube of water-based lubricant in one hand. Henry didn’t know it had been purchased by his wife when she’d purchased Romi’s dildo - and wouldn’t have cared if he had known. After all, the brief rest he’d taken for his shower, plus the sight of all three bare ladies’ bodies, and the feel of Michelle’s lithe, supple frame on him had allowed his member to rise to a state of readiness once more.

“First,” Michelle said, “we have to make sure your dick is as hard as possible.”

“It looks pretty darn close already,” Flora said.

“Yeah ... but I better make sure,” Michelle said before taking a few inches of his meat into her welcoming mouth, sucking gently. Sure enough, his rod hardened just a bit more. She kept up her efforts for just a couple more minutes before he eased her mouth off his prick.

“Not gonna get harder, sweetie,” he kindly said to her.

“Okay. Then we better get some of this on there.” She grabbed the lube and squeezed out a large dollop of the slime onto his cock head before immediately using one hand to smear it all over his twitching tool. After that, she knelt on the bed, ass in the air, and squeezed another large dollop of lube onto her fingers. Using those fingers, she reached behind herself and slathered the goop all over her little butt crack, focusing on the winking little itchy hole she felt there. Finally, she tossed the tube to the side and said, “Okay, I’m ready ... go ahead and try to put it in me, Dad.”

Henry obeyed her request, scooting into position behind the girl and lining up the tip of his lubed-up cock to her little butthole. “Are you sure about this, sweetie?” he asked.

“Pleeeeeaaase,” Michelle begged quietly.

With that, Henry pushed forward gently. Nothing. Her constricting passage wouldn’t allow him to even begin entering.

Michelle was already panting. “Gotta push hard ... it’s okay ... promise ... I’ll relax as much as I can and you just push really hard, okay Dad?”

In answer to her he grabbed her hip with one hand and his cock with the other and began pushing. A few moments later, he heard her whimper “harder, Dad”. And so, with a lot more force than he would’ve thought to apply otherwise, he pushed his cock forward while pulling her hips backward. And then it happened; the tip popped in her! That stunningly tight ring opened just enough to allow his bulbous cock head inside.

“Holy fuck!” Michelle shrieked. “Oh my God!”

Henry rested as he was, unsure if the teen was in pure pain, or what she wanted to do next. Now that she’d felt the tip inside her, she might choose to tap out, and that would’ve been fine with Henry.