Chapter 15

“Okay, now ... Casey ... peg Dafyd while he does whatever Mum wants him to do to her,” I commanded my perky brunette of a sister.

“I want him to take my arse again from behind. I want every stroke of Casey’s to push Dafyd deeper up my bum,” my lovely, if elderly mother, proposed with a grin, having clearly enjoyed it earlier in her tush.

“More butter for lube in both cases. Last time, he only used marmalade and whatever juices were on his prick. Let’s cut the risk of anal tears here,” I said as I slid back inside June from behind over an ottoman in the living room, “Erica, lick Gwen’s arse until she screams bloody murder ... and then lick it even more.”

Erica’s grin from ear to ear told me that this was a little slice of Heaven for her. The butter was now spread thickly over Dafyd’s cock, and my sister giggled as she gripped his hips and shoved him forward into Mum’s waiting arsehole. Erica’s tongue darted into Gwen’s tight hole with precision, making her buck against the couch cushions, her moans muffled by the leather she bit into. Dafyd’s hips pistoned into Mum with a slick, rhythmic squelch, Casey’s playful slaps against his ass keeping him on tempo like a metronome gone wild.

June’s body arched beneath me, her breath ragged as I drove into her, my fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips. The scent of sweat and butter and sex thickened the air, mingling with the faint tang of Erica’s spit as she worked Gwen over with relentless enthusiasm. Gwen’s thighs trembled, her knuckles white where she clutched the armrest, torn between pushing back into Erica’s mouth and trying to escape the unbearable pleasure.

Casey grinned as she slicked the strap-on with a generous handful of butter, the thick silicone glistening under the dim light. She buckled the harness snugly over her hips, adjusting the straps with practiced ease before stepping behind Dafyd, who was too preoccupied with fucking Mum to notice her approach. With one hand guiding the dildo, she pressed the tip against his tight hole, teasing just enough to make him stiffen—then pushed in slow, her other hand gripping his waist to steady him as he gasped, his rhythm faltering for just a second before Mum dragged him back into her with a needy whimper.

“Get used to being pegged, Dafyd ... it’s going to happen to you a lot in my service now that you’ve entered it,” I told my mate.

Casey let the strap-on slide out of Dafyd’s arsehole until just the tip remained teasingly inside—then slammed it home again, making him grunt and arch, his cock twitching inside Mum as the dual stimulation left him shaking. Gwen’s moans rose to a fever pitch, her body jerking as Erica’s tongue flicked mercilessly over her anus, her cheeks clamping around Erica’s head like a vise. June whimpered beneath me, her nails scratching at the ottoman as I fucked her harder, the wet slap of skin echoing in sync with Casey’s relentless thrusts into Dafyd.

“You’re going to spend the summer on your belly and knees, Dafyd,” I growled against June’s shoulder, watching his hips stutter as Casey buried the strap-on to the hilt. “Every woman in my circle will have a turn riding your face while you beg to taste them—after they’ve come all over my cock first.”

His groan was half protest, half surrender, muffled by Mum’s arse pressing back against him. Erica giggled into Gwen’s arse, her tongue never slowing, as if the promise of his future humiliation was her own personal lullaby.

“Christ, I could fall in love with your tongue!” Gwen exclaimed now as Erica devoured her booty.

“Anything ... to please you ... Sir,” Dafyd grunted now, his voice broken between thrusts, his cock pulsing inside Mum’s arse as Casey’s strap-on stretched him open wider with every snap of her hips.

Gwen’s thighs quivered violently, her breath hitching as Erica’s tongue plunged deeper, the wet sounds of her relentless rimming mingling with the slick slap of June’s cunt around me. Mum arched her back, her fingers clawing at the couch cushions as Dafyd’s cock twitched inside her, his hips jerking erratically between her grip and Casey’s punishing pace.

“Fuck—Erica, your tongue—god, I could write sonnets about it,” Gwen gasped, her voice cracking halfway through as Erica swirled her tongue in tight circles, her lips sealing around Gwen’s rim like she was drinking from her. “I fucking love your tongue! You really are the Goddess of Oral!”

Her Welsh accent, coming from my ex-wife, no less, was thicker than honey—and just as sweet—as Erica chuckled against Gwen’s twitching hole, her fingers digging into Gwen’s hips to hold her still while she worked her tongue deeper. The scent of Gwen’s arousal mixed with the musk of sweat and butter, and I could see the glisten of Erica’s chin where Gwen’s juices had smeared her skin. Dafyd’s breath came in ragged gasps now, his body caught between Mum’s tightening arse and Casey’s relentless thrusts, his cock pulsing wildly as he teetered on the edge. June whimpered beneath me, her cunt clenching around my cock in time with Gwen’s moans, the room alive with the symphony of slapping skin and desperate, shuddering breaths.

Casey’s sweet ass gaped at me through the gap in the back of her thigh harness, which only aroused me even more—the way her cheeks flexed with every thrust into Dafyd, the butter-slicked strap-on glistening as it disappeared into him again and again. Her skin was flushed, a sheen of sweat making her glow under the dim light, and I could see the faint tremor in her thighs as she fucked him with ruthless precision. Mum’s head fell back, her mouth open in a silent scream as Dafyd’s cock throbbed inside her, her hips grinding against him like she was trying to milk him dry. Erica’s tongue never slowed, her fingers now slipping between Gwen’s legs to stroke her clit in time with her rimming, Gwen’s body jerking like a live wire under her touch.

Then my phone buzzed—a sharp, insistent vibration against the coffee table where I’d tossed it earlier. June’s breath hitched beneath me as I reached for it without slowing my pace, my cock still buried deep inside her, her cunt clenching around me like a vice.

“Jessica,” the screen read—the cutie from the mall who hung out with her bestie Nadia and wore terrycloth pajama bottoms.

“Hello, it’s Cecil,” I answered with a grin, guessing the reason.

“We did it, sir! I took two home pregnancy tests to be sure ... and we made a baby!” Jessica exulted with bubbly, teenage enthusiasm.

“This is exactly why we put Viagra in your Earl Grey tea!” Casey laughed, “we have to give such a fertile guy a better chance to breed us!”