Chapter 14

After recovering a bit, I bent Casey over the table slid into her from behind, yanking her lovely brown curls as Erica descended upon her arse again to lick it. I turned to June and pointed to Gwen’s bum.

“June, love, why don’t you bugger my ex?” I instructed her, the question more of a command, “use that butter for lube.”

Meanwhile, Mum sat on Dafyd’s face for a sixty-nine, making him lick his own seed out of her quim. She began sucking his cock, causing my mate from Cardiff to moan like a bitch in heat. Gwen bent over next to Casey, presenting her tight Welsh arsehole to June, who slicked her fingers with the butter from the toast rack. The greased digits disappeared into Gwen’s back passage with a lewd squelch, making my ex yelp before pushing back greedily.

“Just think, Dafyd, while you’re sucking your own jizz out of Mum, I’m breeding every lady here who can actually be bred ... including my three half-sisters, as well as my ex-wife, your lover, your future bride,” I taunted Dafyd, knowing how much it aroused and excited him.

Gwen gasped as June’s butter-slick fingers plunged deeper, my elder sister twisting her wrist with practiced precision. June smirked, whispering filthy encouragement into Gwen’s ear—something about Welsh mares needing broken in properly—before adding a second finger, stretching her exquisitely.

Across the room, Mum arched her back with a muffled groan around Dafyd’s cock, her thighs clamping around his head as she rode his tongue relentlessly. The obscene wet sounds of her grinding against his face mingled with Casey’s keening moans, my thrusts driving her forward into the table hard enough to make the silverware rattle.

Erica broke away from the tangle of limbs with a sudden gasp, sprinting to the fridge in nothing but her flushed skin and a sheen of sweat. She yanked the door open, rummaging before emerging victorious with a jar of orange marmalade clutched in her fist. Without hesitation, she unscrewed the lid and scooped out a thick glob, smearing it across Casey’s already glistening arse. The sticky citrus scent filled the air as Erica bent low, her tongue dragging slow, deliberate stripes through the mess, lapping up the sweetness mixed with the salt of Casey’s skin.

June caught my eye over Gwen’s shuddering back, her fingers still pistoning ruthlessly into my ex-wife’s arse. With her free hand, she reached into the butter dish again, smearing a fresh dollop across Gwen’s spread cheeks before pressing her thumb against the fluttering hole.

“You’ll take it all, won’t you, cariad?” June murmured, her voice honeyed and dangerous. Gwen could only nod frantically, her thighs trembling as June’s thumb breached her with a wet pop.

June eased into Gwen’s bunghole with the strap-on dildo, the thigh harness leaving a lovely gap in the back that shone with sweat as she drove into my ex-wife’s derrière. The butter-slicked silicone disappeared inch by inch, Gwen’s sharp inhale dissolving into a breathy moan as June bottomed out, her hips flush against Gwen’s arsecheeks.

“There we are,” June cooed, rolling her pelvis in slow circles, making Gwen whimper around the stretch.

“Fuck, yes, take my arsehole, you saucy Yank dame, take it roughly,” Gwen gasped, her Welsh vowels stretching obscenely as June’s thrusts grew bolder, the strapon’s base slapping against her cheeks with rhythmic precision.

Casey arched beneath me, her fingers scrambling for purchase on the polished table as Erica’s tongue traced messy spirals around her anus, even as I slammed into her cunny from behind. My hands landed on her buttocks, slapping her cheeks red as Gwen’s choked moans filled the air—June’s strap-on now pounding into her arse at a brutal pace. The sight of Mum bouncing on Dafyd’s face, her cunt dripping onto his chin while she slurped at his cock, nearly made me spill prematurely, but I gritted my teeth and focused on the obscene squelch of Casey’s cunt around me instead.

“When you’re done pegging Gwen, love, peg Dafyd, please ... while he eats my ass!” Mum urged June.

“And while Gwen rims June’s arse through the gap in the back of her thigh harness,” I now encouraged her.

Dafyd came instantly at that, filling Mum’s mouth with thick spurts as she moaned around his cock, her thighs trembling against his ears. She immediately creamed his face in return, her cunt pulsing as she ground against his tongue, her juices smearing across his stubble in glistening streaks. The scent of sex and citrus marmalade thickened the air as Gwen let out a shattered cry, her arsehole clenching around June’s strap-on while her fingers clawed at the tablecloth.

Casey’s body went rigid beneath me, her back arching as Erica’s tongue delved deeper—her own thighs squeezing together as she whimpered against Casey’s skin. I felt the telltale flutter of Casey’s cunt around my cock a heartbeat before Erica gasped, her entire body shuddering as she came untouched, her lips still sealed around Casey’s slicked arsehole. The vibration of Erica’s moan against that sensitive ring sent Casey over the edge with a wail, her cunny clamping down on me so tightly I couldn’t have held back if I tried. My hips stuttered against her as I spilled deep inside, my fingers bruising her hips while Erica lapped at us both, her own climax rippling through her in silent, trembling waves.

Across the room, June’s rhythm faltered as Gwen’s arsehole spasmed around her strap-on, the Welshwoman’s voice breaking into a high-pitched keen as she came untouched—her juices dripping down her thighs onto the butter-smeared floor. June’s grin was feral as she pulled out slowly, only to drive back in with a sharp snap of her hips that punched another cry from Gwen’s throat.

We collapsed for a hot minute, even as I contemplated the next move—Erica’s forehead pressed against Casey’s trembling back, my softening cock still buried inside her, the table sticky with marmalade and sweat. Dafyd’s muffled groans from beneath Mum’s grinding hips filled the silence, punctuated by the wet slap of skin as June resumed her ruthless pace, Gwen’s arsehole now glistening with a fresh layer of butter she’d scooped from the dish mid-thrust.

“We’ll rest for a moment, but then I want Erica to apply some marmalade to June’s crack and Mum’s. Then, sweet Erica, apply butter to Dafyd’s cornhole, so June can take it easier without splitting him. We don’t want any anal tears. We’ve avoided them so far, by Jove. Let’s keep it that way. Then, Erica, it’s your turn to get bred by me, while Casey licks your bum,” I declared.

Erica lifted her head, her lips glistening with marmalade and sweat, and grinned. “As you command, Sir.”

She scooped up another dollop of marmalade and crawled toward June, who was still buried deep in Gwen’s arse, her hips lazily rolling. With deliberate strokes, Erica smeared the sticky orange preserve along June’s cleft, her fingers lingering just long enough to tease before she moved on to Mum, who arched into the touch with a satisfied sigh.

“The marmalade is a nice, sweet reward for licking arse, don’t you think? In fact, Casey, when Erica is done smearing it on June and Mum, smear it on her backside to taste it on her while I breed her,” I demanded now as Erica now bent Dafyd over on the floor and applied butter to his rump.

Dafyd groaned into Mum’s dripping cunt as Erica’s fingers worked the butter into his tight hole, her other hand gripping his hip to steady him. His thighs trembled as June pulled out of Gwen with a slick pop, her strap-on glistening under the dim kitchen light. Gwen whimpered at the sudden emptiness, her fingers gripping the tablecloth while she arched her back, presenting herself shamelessly.

Erica’s breath hitched as she bent over the breakfast table, her fingers gripping the corners tight. Casey wasted no time, scooping a generous dollop of marmalade from the jar and smearing it in slow, deliberate strokes between Erica’s parted cheeks. I slid deep inside Erica’s waiting cunt just as Casey’s tongue traced the sticky seam of her arsehole, lapping up the citrus-sweet mess with hungry precision. Erica shuddered, her hips jerking against me as Casey’s tongue delved deeper, her moans muffled against the tablecloth.