Chapter 13

I was thoroughly drained the night before, so I needed a full night's rest to recover from a marathon of pleasuring my ladies, not that it wasn't worthwhile. I was fully reinvigorated the next morning, as I awoke in a tangled heap of naked, sweaty bodies from the consummation orgy, none of us having quite made it to the bed. I wasn't quite sure which lady or gentleman had last serviced until I got to use the john and my lovely Assyrian princesses both followed me to it.

"Hey, Princesses, to what do I owe the pleasure?" I emphasized the last word, of course, as I went through my morning washroom ritual.

"Last night, of course. Your fingers were magical up my ass and Sandra's, too. Even when you were too sore to get stiff again, you still made damn sure that we came, and we were very horny, very demanding, as I recall. Sorry about that, by the way. Very naughty of us," Ninve grinned as she reminded me of what the whiskey had blurred.

"I got you off anally, just by fingering your butts? Wow, you really have a zone there, don't ya?" I teased Ninve as I kissed each of the ladies and jumped into the shower.

"Maybe so, sweetie. Maybe so. Either way, Ninve and I came about three or four times each, just from your fingers sodomizing us. That's not even counting when you rimmed us, which was good for another two cums a piece. I especially loved that part where you poured bourbon down our cracks and drank it up immediately. How did that taste, more bourbon or bottom?" Sandra winked at me.

"A little of each, though your asses were somewhat sweeter than the whiskey. Plus they didn't burn my throat going down," I replied as I washed Ninve and Sandra first instead of expecting them to serve me this time.

"So, you forgive us?" Ninve asked, batting those damn lovely eyes of hers at me.

"Oh, nothing to forgive. You're preggers and your hormones are wild right now. That's natural, even healthy. You didn't mean it that way and I didn't take it like that. I've learned by now to distinguish between desperation and bossiness, okay? You were horny, you ached for relief, asked me for it, and I gave it to you. It was my pleasure, I swear," I assured them, as my memory continued to return of last night's events.

"See why we love you so much? You're the best husband ever!" Ninve exclaimed while the girls washed me clean.

"Yes, and I'm so fucking glad that we can call him our husband, officially now. Not legally, I know, but who gives a fuck about that, since the day will come when we can get that license and renew our vows. The point is, we got to wear matching bridal gowns and have his ring put on our fingers. I loved the idea that Cherry had of melting down his previous wedding band, casting a brand new one, and putting the number XIX on it, to indicate that Mark here is married to nineteen lucky ladies and gentlemen. We all get to suck his dick and have him fuck us whenever we wish, because he's too a good man to ever refuse," Sandra licked her lips as she praised me, apparently eager to have that saucy mouth of hers engulf my cock again.

"I'm the one with fifteen, sorry, seventeen wives, counting Jeanne and Erica, and two husbands. I would think that I'm the lucky bastard here," I remarked as I stroked Sandra's hair with my right hand and Ninve's with my left.

"You have so many spouses, because you bring us all such pleasure and joy. You're not such a man as a satyr, a fucking fertility god like Priapus or Pan. Here, let us thank you, husband," Ninve began fondling my cock while Sandra caressed my balls.

"What do you want us to do for you, baby?" Sandra asked me, eager to know.

"I want to fuck Ninve's tits while Sandra's lips and tongue caress both of us. Yeah, lick my cock while it's buried in her cleavage," I told them, surprising even myself with my inventive kink.

I had to admit to myself that what prompted this was the desire to experience both Ninve's breasts and Sandra's mouth at once, as well as not to deny either them their wish to serve me. Both women were remarkable lovers in their own right, with kinks particular to them. Sandra seemed to take every opportunity to play with my asshole, for example, mostly using her fingers. She loved to massage my prostate with those wonderful digits of hers. Ninve seemed to be rather fond of having me slip my cock between her tits or her buns at times, rubbing my skin against that part of her flesh to excite her with this contact.

Sandra and Ninve also liked to pleasure me as a team, I noticed, especially on occasions like this. Our first threesomes and a few months of bonding through the shared experience of being my first concubines, as it were, in both the apartment and the house, had solidified a feeling of sisterhood, on top of being of the same nationality and second cousins to boot. They liked to suck me off together, take turns with my cock in their pussy and ass, and switch between riding my face and mounting my dick. Not to mention that they were the first two of my ladies to conceive by me, making them pregnant to me both at once. They were both going through the rigors and hardships of pregnancy together, which definitely helped them relate to and understand each other.

In any case, few experiences could be as lovingly sensual as rubbing my cock between Ninve's tits while Sandra slid her tongue along the entire length the whole time. Sandra also licked around my dick, tasting Ninve's breasts as well and making her fellow princess inhale very sharply with the sudden sensation of pleasure that also made her shiver. Meanwhile, I frantically humped Ninve's bosom, my cock exploring that cleavage in her bust to the fullest degree possible and thoroughly enjoying the pillowy effect of her boobs on the flesh of my dick.

"Cum on them, honey! Cum on my tits!" Ninve begged me, clearly loving the idea that she had found another way to excite and pleasure me.

I couldn't bear to deny her, or Sandra for that matter, who now licked with extra motivation, as she apparently wanted me to shoot my load right there. Before I knew it, my straining cock twitched, jerked, and spat out a very impressive first load of the day. Sandra then rushed to lick the spunk off my cock and the now available cleavage that so invited her. Ninve simply winked and gave Sandra a mouthwatering French kiss to accept the snowball from her. Both ladies then began wildly kissing my body as we left the shower to dry off.

At that point, I could smell breakfast from clear across the house, and we all headed to the kitchen, still buck naked and with two lovely princesses delightfully kissing me as we went. Cheers and catcalls followed from our lovers, as well as high-fives from the guys. It was clear that they had caught on to what happened and enjoyed the obvious meaning of the satisfied looks on our faces.

Well, I wasn't done with the ladies, though they didn't know it yet. Grabbing Ninve, I bent her over the dining room table and proceeded to lick and kiss her from the neck down. I kissed her back, including her lower back, her calves, her thighs, her belly, her breasts, her pussy, her taint, and her ass. I then began licking them, actively pleasuring her with my lips and tongue. My Assyrian princess shivered and began moaning desperately with her lust, obviously aching for more of the same. I had cum, after all, but she had not yet, and that was the only part of that shower experience which I wanted to improve, as otherwise it was delicious. Speaking of things being delectable, I truly enjoyed eating Ninve out, as she must have realized by now, especially with the way that I now attacked her body with my mouth.

Ninve was already pretty worked up, so it frankly didn't take much attention to her sweetest parts to drive her wild. She was one horny princess by then, and I was grateful when Sandra joined in to share her flavors with me. We both licked, nibbled playfully, kissed, and sucked on Ninve until she was a quivering slut moaning her ecstasy at last. Her juices gave off a powerful, wonderful smell and I reveled in their taste as well, as did Sandra before and after we shared them in a kiss.

Now it was Sandra's turn, and I didn't hesitant to go down on her, either. As with Ninve, I devoured her shamelessly, badly wanting to make her cum hard. When Ninve added her tongue with a wink, I could tell that this was payback for Sandra's help to me in pleasuring her. I could already tell that Sandra was a live-wire herself by this point, but she surprised both of us with the sheer extent of her desperation to cum. She had an electric response to my kiss, too, as well as that of Ninve, making it even more apparent that she just plain loved the attention as well as the service that we gave her. Sandra was putty in our hands and she soon yielded entirely to her sense of bliss, her unbridled delight in things cumming to a head at last.

Once I let Sandra up, both ladies attacked me with yet another kiss each. They evidently felt very grateful, for their part. Then I was kissed on the mouth by Cherry, followed by Nydia, then Ana, Teresa, Lucy, Ashley, Heather, Shelby, Josie, Jannat, Tamara, Rachel, and Katrina. That was the ladies, but the real surprise was the willing lip lock from each of the menfolk. Clearly, they were over any same-sex hang-ups, which was fine with me. Granted, Erica and Jeanne identified as transgender these days, but still ... they were in some ways, very much guys.

"Wow, great breakfast on the stove, ardent kisses on the mouth, sizzling seduction in the shower. You guys are going all-out this morning," I remarked, once I recovered my breath from all that wonderful smooching.

"Just because we're leaving for the honeymoon cruise today doesn't mean that we can't serve our man beforehand. It's worth taking a little time out, I think," Nydia commented, while planting more kisses on my skin.

"Yeah, biscuits and gravy. Terrific choice, don't ya think, Uncle Mark?" Shelby hearkened back to her country roots as she put her hands on my waist and sniffed me.

"That does sound rather enticing, I admit," I grinned as we sat down to eat a breakfast that Shelby personally plated for us after she let go of me for a minute.

"All for my sweet uncle. Too bad you're not my father. I really wish that you were. Not only would I have a true Daddy, one who made me proud, but I would almost certainly get to fuck him. Hell, if Mom would alive today, you'd have twenty lovers instead of nineteen. We'd so fucking share you that it wouldn't be funny," Shelby told me as she sat on my lap.