12. Chapter Twelve #3
“Tell me about Mona,” she demanded, her thighs trembling around me. “Tell me how you fucking kissed her, Jackson Avery. Fuck, tell your wife everything!”
Kiki was already so keyed up I could feel it wouldn’t take much to bring her to the brink. “I grabbed her and pulled her over the center console,” I grunted, pumping like a bellows between her legs. “She was gasping by the time her mouth was on mine, princess. She wanted it so fucking bad…”
Yukiko groaned, rocking forward and back harder, faster. “Yesss…” she whimpered, the sound like steam escaping from the kettle. “Fuck, oh my god, that’s so hot…”
Feeling impetuous, I sat up most of the way. “I grabbed her like this,” I grunted, gripping Kiki’s hair close to the roots, “and held her. She didn’t say anything, but she didn’t have to. She was so fucking wet.”
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” Yukiko whimpered. “I want to be there when you fuck her. Ohmigawd I wanna fuck her, too! Jack, I’m going to… oh God, baby, I’m fucking cumming…!”
Yukiko tossed her head back and howled with bliss as she went over the edge.
Her thighs tightened around me, the walls of her cunt gripping me like a fist as she rode out the throes of her orgasm.
Her pussy boiled over, dripping all over my prick as several long, throaty moans spilled from her—loud enough that all the girls fingering themselves in various corners of the house were no doubt incandescent with jealousy.
Once she was done, Yukiko slid off of me and crawled to the other side of the bed. She propped herself up with a pillow, licking her lips and watching me, juice staining her thighs.
“Finish the brats off,” she said, grinning at Heather and Eva. “Pound them senseless, husband. Fuck them in our bed.”
She didn’t need to tell me twice.
I dragged Heather to the side of the bed and removed the plug from her backdoor. Eva joined her a minute later, going face-down and ass up next to her bestie. Both of them wiggled their pert rears at me, so eager to feel me inside of them that it hurt.
“Please, sir,” Eva whimpered. “Fuck us.”
“Fuck us like the naughty sluts we are,” Heather purred.
Eva tugged out her own plug and tossed it to the floor. “I’m lubed up and ready for you, Daddy,” she panted, spreading her tightest and most forbidden opening with her fingers. “We’ve been ready for you all fucking day. Please, please use our holes—”
Just for that, Eva got first dibs.
I rammed myself home, filling her hilt-deep with a single, brutal stroke.
Yes, brutal was the only way to describe it, and there was nothing artificial about the way I stretched the walls of Eva’s ass around my thick cock as I buried myself as far as I wanted.
Eva screamed with bliss, her nails digging into the covers, her spine arching even more beautifully to take those backshots as I pummeled her from behind.
Every thrust shook the cheerleader and the bed beneath her. She moaned, her virtual twin moaned—hell, Yukiko was moaning from her perch near the head of the bed.
I fucked her hard and deep, then pulled out and did the same to Heather. She was even tighter, if such a thing was possible, and I rearranged her guts with admirable aplomb. I locked in, treating them like two gorgeous fuckdoll call girls my wife had ordered me for the evening.
Which wasn’t all that far off from the truth at the moment.
The next time I pulled out of Heather and thrust back into Eva, the first coed rolled to the side. She curled up next to her bestie, fingering her dripping cunt and making out with her while I pounded her backdoor.
“You’re doing sooo good,” Heather giggled, watching me fuck her bestie. “Take that dick, girl! Daddy loves fucking your ass so much. Almost as much as Mommy likes it…”
Both of them glanced up at Yukiko. My wife had a hand between her legs, her fingers gently pumping in time with her husband’s thrusts.
“Fuck it, you both win,” she whimpered, licking her lips. “Fuck, Jack, I have no idea how you haven’t cum yet…!”
I didn’t know either. Stressful day, I guess.
But that was about to change.
With a final roar, I pulled out of Eva’s ass. “Both of you come here,” I growled, as dominating as a fucking sultan. “I want to cum on your faces.”
The fact that I’d just been fucking their most forbidden openings didn’t matter in the slightest. Heather and Eva attacked my dick, making out with it between them like they were trying to free their tongues from a frozen pole. Except neither of them wanted to leave.
The pleasure built and built, so strong it was blinding. My knee shook against the mattress, the wave cresting behind my eyes. “Here it comes…”
When I came, I swear I heard the whole house cheering. My cock jerked and swelled a heartbeat before erupting, the dam inside of me bursting as I unloaded thick, hot ropes of spunk across both blonde cheerleaders’s perky, depraved faces.
A moment later and Yukiko was there too, the girls leaning back so the longest spurt of my seed splashed on her face. She joined in on the make out session, kissing deep with my load between them as the last few gobs of my seed sprayed on the girls’ faces and tits.
By the time I was done I felt vaguely dizzy. For a moment I feared a repeat of the panic attack I’d nearly had during Morning Harbor, but it was just an aftershock from the sex. Nothing to worry about.
All four of us wound up on the mattress together, tangled in each other’s bodies. Heather embraced Eva, both of them all tuckered out after their exercise and on the edge of sleep. Yukiko looked a little more alert, but only because she’d enjoyed the show so much.
Kiki rested against me, the hand wearing my watch lying atop my chest.
“I should probably give this back to you,” she said after a few moments. “It was definitely fun to hang onto, though. I don’t know what I would’ve done if I hadn’t had it with me during that interview…”
I gingerly accepted it, closing the band around my wrist. “We’ll have to get you one,” I said. “Something more suited to your wrist. Anything’s better than one of those awful smartwatches.”
“Maybe. You’re the expert.” Yukiko’s eyes shone in the darkness. “You’d like accessorizing me, wouldn’t you? Putting some gorgeous piece of hardware on my wrist, knowing it’s both a present and a way of showing the world that I belong to you?”
I liked the sound of that. “Maybe.”
She nuzzled up against me. “We’ll go shopping sometime,” she promised. “I’ve got a date with a certain former HR head I need to arrange for you first…”
“Fuck, that was so good,” Heather murmured, sounding dazed. “Daddy, can we sleep here tonight?”
“I don’t think I can move,” Eva chimed in. “Gonna be sitting funny tomorrow for sure…”
I was in no position to argue. “Yeah, of course.”
That was how the four of us ended up in a tangle of limbs with the lights off, Yukiko’s white noise machine churning in the background as my girls dropped off to sleep.
I’m going to hear all about this in the morning, I thought, picturing all the other girls in the harem with their ears to the various walls of the house. Whatever. Worth it.
I just hoped Yui hadn’t overheard. Hopefully those earbuds of hers were primo—otherwise, that was going to be an awkward conversation.
I lay awake for a few minutes, Yukiko spooned against me and Heather’s arm thrown across my back. I thought about my girls, the ones who were here and the ones who weren’t—Mona alone in her own apartment somewhere, Marcie at the hospital with her parents. Yui in her little sealed bubble.
What a fucking day, I told myself, looking over the remains of our debauchery. Had one hell of an ending, though.
I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep.