Chapter 10

I next found a black woman in her late twenties who had just been fucked several times over, once by each of my uncles. She was one of the patrons, but her beau was one of the cooks. He just had his balls drained by each of my aunts in turn. They watched each other fuck around and they were both very excited by that fact, even as the girlfriend was now by watching Mom ride her boyfriend. It was very easy to slide into the ebony cutie’s well-fucked pussy from behind, of course.

“What is your name, dear? I must have claimed you in a hurry and in a daze, not to get a better appreciation of your beauty, babe. You are one helluva woman, I can see! You know who I am, of course,” I asked the lady.

“Master,” she smiled back at me, “Master, that’s such a funny title, and yet it makes so much sense right now. Before today, if you asked me to call you that, I’d have decked you or had Andre do it for me. After all, it’s not an easy word for a black woman to use, given the context. Especially toward a white man. But now ... now I am your quite happy thrall, just as Andre is your sister’s. My name is Melusine, since you asked.”

“Like the water Goddess or nymph? Sweet! Andre and Melusine, what a couple! You certainly fit the bill, given how lovely ... and wet you are! Did you enjoy watching Andre get ridden by my aunties, just as he’s being taken by Mom? Just as I’m now riding you? Hey, Dad get underneath her, so we can switch back and forth. Melusine can ride you for a few strokes, then lift and let me inside her for a few ... and so forth. That should really get her going!” I instructed my father while I pulled out of Melusine to her mount him.

“Oh, fuck yes! Watching Andre get his ashes hauled by these lovely ladies certainly made me wet and added to my satisfaction from being pounded by those guys. Are they your kin?” my newest partner told me as she rode Dad for a few more strokes.

I gripped her buttocks and played with them for a little while before she slid off Dad and I entered her again. This back and forth rotation was a fascinating challenge for her as well as for me, making the act last a bit longer for Melusine as my father stroked her clit from beneath. There was a moment, though, where both of our cocks were inside her cunt at the same time. The impact of that was truly amazing, especially while seeing Mom bounce up and down on Andre’s pole, her own lovely tush mooning us so delightfully.

“Oh, fuck ... oh, fuck ... please, no more pulling all the way out ... just both stay inside me, both of you ... father and son!” Melusine begged us, which we did, even if it felt truly strange to have my dick and Dad’s rub against each other inside her.

“Are you going to come from this, sweet water sprite?” I teased Melusine as we each ravished her good and hard from both ends.

“Oh, fuck, yes, Master ... oh, fuck, yes ... do it ... cum inside me, please! Fill me ... up! Both of you! I need that cum ... that ... seed ... inside ... me!” Melusine pleaded with us as she continued to ride Dad and I rode her in turn.

By then, Andre had to fight not to come inside Mom, especially as much as she bucked and thrashed with him in her sloppy gash. My mother had clearly been no slouch in the midst of this orgy, though who she fucked already while I was upstairs was anyone’s guess. Speaking of upstairs, I realized that nobody was up there in that boudoir anymore when Kara breathed on my neck and lowered herself to start rimming Melusine with ravenous hunger. When Josie joined her in doing that, it only made it tougher to resist things, made worse by how much Melusine quivered and squirmed as she engulfed us.

Dad exploded just a second or two before me, but we both filled Melusine up just as she creamed herself on our pricks. We slid out of her and Kara seized her to start licking everything in the back while Josie did the same to her entire front. While this happened, Mom squirted all over Andre and kissed his face repeatedly as he spilled his load inside her already squishy snatch. I noticed that she had a lot of cum on her skin, too, as well as leaking from each hole. Then again, so did every lady present.

I pulled Melusine in for a deep tongue kiss just after Josie did so to her, and then I gave Dad the same chance to play tonsil hockey with her. Her knees already seemed ready to buckle from so much attention at once, but this just made things worse. Clearly, she wasn’t used to being quite so lascivious, though she was quite gratified by the experience. I wondered what kind of upbringing she really had, especially with a name like Melusine, the very water spirit whose image was on the logo of a certain coffeehouse chain that dominated much of the industry.

When Pierre and Manuel started fucking Mom now, I slapped her on the tush and helped the former really go deep inside her ass while the latter impaled her twat. Mom obviously reveled in being double-teamed that way, which was hardly a shock nowadays. I winked at her, at Kara, at Josie, and at Melusine as I seized the wife from the neighboring house and entered her next with very little warning. Thankfully, she was quite wet and eager for yet another cock to invade her.

“What is your name, dear lady?” I teased her as I began humping her with enthusiasm.

“I am ... Christine ... Mason. My husband over there is Argyle Mason. He’s old money, whereas I’m somewhat nouveau riche, I’m afraid. He’s also the owner of the Mason Vineyards, the local wine club, cellar, and yes, literal vineyard. I ... I on the other hand came directly from Maine, of all places. As in the state, not the province in France. My father was a lobsterman, in fact,” the missus informed me now with some pride in her working-class origins.

“Was?” I probed deeper, both literally and figuratively at once.

“Well, he drowned three years ago, just months short of retirement. Occupational hazard, I’m afraid. Mom had him cremated and scattered his ashes at sea, per his request, of course. Henry Maguire, that was his name, and he was quite the man. Well, being a lobsterman, hardly a shock there. He was a living, breathing stereotype in some ways. Chain-smoking, hard-drinking, gambling, womanizing, loud-mouth, cussing, but still quite warm and very protective of us all.

“Somehow managed in spite of all of his ‘vices,’ as people call them, to endear himself to everyone, including Mom after all of those years. Sure, he missed some events due to work or whatever. He was ... far ... from perfect. He even turned out to have a couple of bastards that now keep in touch with us. Met them at the funeral. He was a real contradiction.

“Dad also went to church now and then, especially on the holidays. Whatever church Mom happened to attend at the moment and took us with her. Mom shopped around when it came to religion,” Christine told me as I pounded much harder now and spread her cheeks.

“Was your mother ... ever ... unfaithful, too?” I teased her as I bottomed out inside her luscious gash.

“Sure ... yeah, I’m quite sure of it. I know of a few times that she sucked off or rode the landlord to pay rent. And she had an affair with one Congregationalist minister while attending his church. A seemingly happily married one at that. Then there was the lesbian tryst that I could never prove that she had for a year with my brother’s middle school science teacher named Ms. Hopkins. Caroline Hopkins. That was half to help my brother’s grades and half to ... get some pussy, I think.

“It helped to keep her sane and let her stay with the man that she clearly loved without losing any self-respect or pride. She could tell herself that she was even with him and that she could leave whenever she wished, because she had options, too. She was definitely bisexual, though she tried to hide it. She never came out of the closet, but she never had me fooled, especially the way that she would ogle some of the same ladies as Dad and they’d even laugh about it,” Christine laughed while pushing back at me and enjoying the same of her husband fucking Halima.