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My Wicked Ways

By: SEVERUSMAX



The knock at the door came rather suddenly for us, forcing us to awaken from our useful slumber, despite our need to sleep off the long day of packing and moving. I kissed both of my princesses and rose to answer the door, not quite sure who would want to disturb us at six on an early April, still somewhat chilly Sunday morning. 

It was Nydia, my Mormon, boot-fetish slut, standing in front of the door, after three months of keeping me at arm's length. She looked shockingly different, sadder really, since her surrender to her parent's demands of her. They had threatened to cut her off financially unless she married Daryl Little, one of the missionary sons of their country club friends. They were evidently in a hurry to marry her off in the interests of getting rid of me. She yielded to them and now she seemed very desperate, very sad indeed. Marriage to Daryl had not been kind to her at all, though she was still a drop-dead gorgeous woman by any standard, her Hispanic heritage unmistakable despite her parents' attempt to seem very Anglo at times. 

"What can I do for you, Nydia?" I called her by her name, as she had forfeited the right to be called one of my sluts or whatever pet names I chose. 

"Take me in, please. Take me back. I want to be yours again. If this is marriage, they can keep it. I had no idea how much I would miss being your little tart, but I loved it all. I enjoyed wearing these boots, especially while you fucked me from behind. Daryl doesn't love me. He loves his family, the church, God, yes, all that jazz. He loves the trust fund that I would have inherited, had I not dumped his ass this morning. Well, screw him!" Nydia spat and cursed rather suddenly as she stood shivering on my doorstep in spite of her trenchcoat. 

"I'd rather not," I laughed, making her giggle as she shook with the cold. 

"Why are you shivering so much, Nydia? Isn't the coat warming you up?" I puzzled, at which point Nydia smiled in spite of her tears and chills. 

"Here's why," Nydia declared as she opened the trenchcoat and revealed that she wore only lingerie beneath, including a slip and red silk panties. 

"Is that all you were able to take with you, or is it just your way to entice me to let you stay with us? It's an excellent start, to say the least. I see that you might have lost your inheritance, but you haven't lost your kinky style," I noted her leather boots that went with the trenchcoat. 

"I told you, I missed what we had. Now, can I come in, please? I'll do whatever you want, just take me back," Nydia pleaded. 

"The correct grammar for that is 'may I come in, please,' but as it happens, I have a soft spot for spoiled, country-club, boot-fetish, Mormon Latinas with dyed hair and trenchcoats. Especially ones who like it up the ass. You still like it in the ass, don't you? I only regret that I was somewhat wrong in my prediction that you would never quit on me. Then again, you've come back, so by all means, get out of the cold, before you catch your death. Are those your only possessions?" I asked Nydia as I led her inside. 

"Afraid so, Mark. Daryl kicked me out of the house after I told him that I wanted a divorce and wouldn't let me retrieve anything. So, can I be your little boot-fetish, anal slut again? Pretty please?" Nydia actually groveled, leaving me stunned. She was in earnest. 

"I think that he broke the law, but that's something for the lawyers. Not sure if we can afford one yet. However, not to fear, you'll soon have a job, assuming that you have skills, and if not, you can go to college. Not that I mind the idea of a kept woman, but even with three incomes, this house costs a bit. Too bad your folks cut you off. I can only afford this place because of my new job. Anyway, as you can tell, you're mine again. I reclaim you from that jackass you left me to marry at your parents' behest. As for sleeping arrangements, it will be a little awkward, but we'll figure something out. Girls, come in here! Nydia's back with us!" I announced, sticking my head into the master bedroom. 

My two Assyrian princesses, Ninve and Sandra, wobbled as quickly as their pregnant bodies could take them into the living room. I had left the company for a more lucrative position with a new firm, one that seemed eager to give me the supervisory post that I deserved all along. Anton, my old boss, was not too thrilled to see me leave, but I could tell that few others resented my departure, even if they missed me. It also eliminated the worries over possible HR headaches over me sleeping with Ninve. I had knocked up my supervisor and gotten away with it, a thought that satisfied me very much. 

Both women hugged Nydia, and then kissed her on the mouth, since they had been intimate with her as well before she left us for Daryl. They had tears of happiness in their eyes, and you could tell that we were all pleased to have her back. While I used to find Nydia rather annoying at times, we had apparently bonded in some strange way through the kinky sex, no less from her end than from mine. 

Speaking of which, Nydia didn't waste time slipping off her panties and bending over in her thigh-thigh boots to offer me what she knew I wanted from her: her ass. My princesses saw the look on my face and hurried to get the lube, which I eagerly applied to my Mormon slut's backdoor before I slid my cock into it. From the unexpected tightness of it and her gasp at first, it was apparent that Daryl had neglected to pleasure Nydia's favorite hole. That wasn't surprising, given how prudish the man appeared to be. Anal sex was apparently out of the question, since it was sodomy, an "abomination in the sight of God." 

Understandably, Nydia took a moment to adjust to the reunion between my cock and her bottom, but she soon caught her breath and moved her hips in obvious delight. In spite of her past protests, it was clear that she enjoyed taking it up the ass. For one thing, she kept coming back for more. She was now definitely hungry for it, to the point that she left her new husband to become my butt-slut once more (though I had nothing against fucking her pussy or mouth, either). Evidently, Nydia had finally decided for herself what she wanted, and that was to service me sexually for the foreseeable future. I certainly wasn't going to object to that, nor were the other women of my growing harem. 

As I continued to sodomize Nydia, my princesses started fingering my own asshole, enjoying the effect that it had on me and the increased vigor with which I pounded my kinky Latina's tush. Nydia apparently had no complaints, either, as I gave it to her even harder and deeper than before. Once again, her hips pushed back hard at me, meeting me stroke for stroke. Another thrust or two finished the job, making Nydia cuss as she came, her juices flowing down her thighs toward her boots. She also tightened up and milked my cock to make me spurt out the thick, heavy load of cum that followed. 

As I softened a bit and withdrew from Nydia's bunghole, she whimpered as if she had just lost the use of her favorite toy. In a way, I suppose that she had. She seemed to ache from the absence of my dick in her backside. It was clear that at some point, all past protests to the contrary notwithstanding, Nydia became hooked on taking my cock up her ass. 

Then again, that was somewhat apparent even in the past for a while, since her objections became ever feebler and she continued to return for more buggery and other kinky sex acts. No one had ever put a gun to her head, after all. Every time Nydia showed up for a booty call, it was of her own free will. To do so as an unhappily married woman, with the declared intention of leaving her husband, was the ultimate statement of unconditional surrender to my desires and my dominance. 

"I need a shower. Anyone care to join me?" I announced then, sure that one of my ladies were eager to follow me. 

"We all do, of course, but it's only fair that Nydia get a chance to clean up from taking it in the ass. The two of you have some more talking to do, I think, among other things, I imagine," Ninve winked at us. 

"Our turn will follow, of course. I still need to get your ass off my fingers, not that I mind it in principle, but it makes cooking breakfast a little unsanitary," Sandra giggled in accord with her girlfriend. 

The shower was nice and hot, too, which further enabled Nydia to warm up a bit, along with myself. We cleaned up pretty damned fast, wanting to use the rest of the time for other things. We didn't say much, if anything, as I washed and caressed her slick body and she returned the favor for my rather hairy flesh. Her sweet, clean, wet skin smelled better than it ever had to me, a true pleasure for the senses. 

When we were both clean, however, Nydia told me, "Mark, I want to pull my weight around here. I appreciate you taking me back and I don't want to be a charity case or a spoiled brat. After all, I lost that privilege when I walked out on the husband that my folks handpicked for me. I'll get a job, whatever it is. I'll have your baby, too, if you wish, just Ninve and Sandra are doing. I'd be honored to bear you children, in fact. 

"If my parents can't handle that, it's their loss. They shouldn't have tried to control my life by constantly threatening to cut me off. They did it once too many and it has lost its power over me. Money is not worth being that miserable, and I was very lonely and sad, being with Daryl. I found myself drinking more than usual, which since I'm not supposed to drink at all as a Mormon girl, was hard to explain to him. We had more than a couple of fights over that, as you might guess. I knew that I had to get out of there or I would end up slicing my own wrists. I couldn't live that way another second longer. A life of quiet desperation just isn't for me." 

"Well, Nydia, my dear, I'm very pleased to hear that. I'm sure that we can find work for you to do, and the idea of filling your womb with my seed does wonders for my little friend here. Also, know that I am proud of you for growing a backbone and refusing to live by their terms anymore. Trust me, you made the right decision. You broke my heart when you left me, believe it or not, but this more than makes up for it," I assured her, unable to resist the urge to kiss her neck, shoulders, and breasts as I did so. 

"Actually, your friend here isn't as 'little' as the one who bears that name. My husband earned his surname for sure. Four inches hard, one or two inches soft, and he's fucking limp anyway. He can't get it up at all. I swear that between that fact and the shockingly hairless, girlish body, I think that he has to be gay. I really think that I'm his beard, to be honest, I am sure of it. Not that my folks will believe me. I wonder if I was supposed to 'cure' someone's gay son, I really do. I don't mind someone being that way, but he shouldn't use me to stay in the closet. 

"Also, thank you. I'm sorry that I left, believe me, I am, but I agree that I have made the right choice now. Thank you for being proud of me, for taking me back, for fucking my ass again, and for wanting to put a bun in my oven. Put as many buns as you like in it, in fact. My oven can hold a few, if you will," Nydia began French-kissing me and fondling my cock for effect. 

"Well, then, it's simpler than you think, babe. You have grounds for annulment, as this is a 'fraudulent marriage' and hasn't been consummated. That in itself should embarrass your parents for their blatant attempt to control, and thus ruin, your life. No wonder Daryl was furious. He knew that you could expose him as a fraud. Closet gays don't care for that, which is why they're still in the closet in this day and age. Get some paperwork together, maybe a lawyer who doesn't mind only getting a small fee, and file to annul the marriage as a sham," I suggested. 

Nydia's response to that was to kiss my face repeatedly, and then slip more tongue inside my mouth. Her face beamed with joy and she nearly raped me as she dragged me out of the shower to the sink. 

"Damn it, you're amazing, Mark! Thank you! Now, let me thank you! I want you to fuck me and knock me up like you did with your two Assyrian babes," Nydia urged me, not that I needed much prodding to prong her sweet pussy. 

While I began ramming Nydia's still wet body (we hadn't dried off just yet) with my revived cock, the door opened and my two princesses got under the hot water to clean up. The fact that two women already carried my spawn inside them and a third was eager to join them in that role was especially exciting to me, so much that I feared cumming too quickly. Even so, my Mormon slut didn't seem to mind having me take her so hard and fast. In fact, she seemed to go out of her way to get me off in a hurry. Perhaps it was the simple desire to get my seed safely inside her body, so as to fill her belly with my issue, that made Nydia so determined to make me spill inside her sooner rather than later. 

In any case, hearing the water run while I shoved my cock furiously in and out of Nydia was a real turn-on as well, especially knowing that two pregnant Assyrian princesses showered while I screwed my newest companion and knew what was I doing to her. Nydia's moans didn't hurt, either, as it became evident that she relished having me take her so roughly over the sink. This honestly seemed to be a pattern for me. Both Sandra and Ninve had conceived while getting fucked over a bathroom sink as well. That fact only reinforced the idea that I would indeed knock Nydia up that way, too. 

At last, I couldn't hold back and shot my second load of the morning into my boot-loving slut, even though she was barefoot this time. Barefoot and soon to be pregnant, just like the other two, I smiled to myself as I emptied my balls and cock into Nydia's cunt. No sooner than I did so, but I saw the shower curtain open and realized that the girls had finished. Now they watched as my Mormon slut and I dried each other off, after which we did the same for my princesses. None of us wanted to catch a cold, after all. 

When we were all dry enough, Sandra announced, "I wasn't kidding about the breakfast, you know. It's time to get some more fuel to burn later. You need to eat up, stud. Nydia's had her fun with you, but Ninve and I still want our fair share." 

"Damn straight, sister!" Ninve grinned at her girlfriend before French-kissing her to punctuate her agreement. 

I replied only by kissing both of my lovely Assyrian babes on the mouth and slipping them each plenty of tongue to indicate my view of the idea. I really loved all three of these women, to be perfectly frank. There was still talk of some others joining us, in which case we'd need a much larger house than this eventually, but for now, we were quite the cozy foursome. Nydia might be the newest member of the household, but she fit right in handily with the others. I naturally gave her another kiss to make it plain to her that she was now very much part of our tribe. 

With that, the four of us went over to the kitchen, where Sandra began cracking some eggs and Ninve got busy making some pancakes. They were still very much au naturel, much to my visual gratification. There was never anything that quite summed up true domestic bliss as having two or more naked, pregnant ladies happily cooking breakfast for their man. Then again, this far along, they had appetites of their own, both culinary and sexual, and both had only grown, not lessened as the pregnancies progressed. This pleased me, of course. I've never wished to see women, especially those who belonged to me, starve themselves or eat like birds just to trade their feminine curves for boyish figures. I leave that to the closet cases in the fashion industry, if you ask me. 

It wasn't long, of course, before Nydia got involved in the cooking operation, which my other two women welcomed as further help to speed things along. She got the coffee percolating, being a very bad Mormon in that respect as well, fried some bacon, and even spread some shredded cheese on the eggs as they were plated for all of us. For my part, I took out the plates, rinsed them, dried them, and then collected the trash to take to the large can in front of the house. This last part I did while wearing my Santa pants, a sweatshirt, and some house slippers that I put on rather quickly. 

That was when I saw her: Nydia's mother, Cherry. Her name fit her this time, as she was absolutely furious. I assumed, of course, that she was pissed at me, and I hurried back toward the house, ready to call the Sheriff's Department if she got out of hand. A couple of nights in county lockup might do the woman some favors, I thought right then. Nor would Nydia have likely minded. There was no love lost between mother and daughter, to be sure. 

"Mr. Schaefer, I need to speak to my daughter. Is she here?" she insisted. 

"The name is Schumacher, but I'll ask her if she wants to speak to you. Since this is my house, however, you'll follow my rules and be civil. Is that clear, Mrs. Contreras?" I insisted, correctly stating her married name to make it clear that I paid better attention to detail than she ever did. 

"That's Ms. Sanchez to you, sir. My husband and hers are what I wish to talk to her about, in fact, believe it or not. What I've just learned about her father is something that has dramatically changed my point of view, but I need to talk to her. Relax, I'm not angry at you, nor at her. It's my disgusting husband and hers who have pissed me off," Cherry urged me with surprising credibility. 

I found myself letting Nydia's mother into the house, much to everyone's shock. Nydia turned as pale as her Mexican blood would permit. Here she was, naked in plain view of her own mom. Still, she didn't stop her breakfast duties, nor did the others. 

"Relax, Nydia, as much as you can. Your mother has something to tell you. Go ahead, Ms. Sanchez. You can say whatever it is in front of Ninve and Sandra. Like it or not, we're all part of your daughter's life now," I encouraged her, catching the drift that Nydia's parents were on a one-way trip to divorce court. 

"Nydia, I owe you an apology. I pushed you into that God-forsaken marriage at the urging of your father, but now I know better. It was a sham, wasn't it? Did he even sleep with you? Be honest with your mother," Cherry demanded to know. 

"Technically, yes, but we didn't fuck, if that's what you mean. Sorry to cuss, but I don't feel like mincing words right now. Daryl and I have never known each other in the biblical sense. We never consummated the marriage, which is why Mark is now pushing me to annul it, in fact," Nydia referred to my earlier counsel. 

"Good thinking, as a matter of fact. Nydia, I can't believe what I'm about to tell you, but I caught your father and your husband in bed together this morning. In your marriage bed, incidentally. They weren't just huddled together for warmth, either. They were naked and your father was very much on top of Daryl, in fact. When they realized that I saw them, they didn't even stop, either. They just kept doing their vile, disgusting activity until my husband got his rocks off and pulled out of yours. 

"I watched it all and I'm ashamed to say that as wicked and sickening as it was, I got excited by it. I didn't interfere. I need to get help and divorce your father, Nydia. I shouldn't be aroused by watching my husband have gay sex with my son. I should have known and I should have stopped it, but I didn't heed the warnings or signals and I did nothing to interrupt their little tryst. 

"When they were done, however, I confronted both of them. They both confessed to being completely gay. Your father told me that he only screwed me to get a child and once he had done that, he felt entitled to do what he pleased. He figured that by marrying you off to his lover, he could pass his estate on to Daryl. The only issue between them is that your father wanted your husband to try harder to knock you up, so there could be another generation. Other than that, they were quite happy to keep both of us in the dark. You're a beard for a gay man, honey, just like me. I want out of my marriage, too, in case you missed that," Cherry announced. 


My Wicked Ways Ch. 02



I freely admit that it felt like an eternity while we waited outside the private conference room where Shelby, Cherry, and Ray settled the final details of the Contreras divorce between them. It had been somewhat easier and quicker for Nydia and Daryl, as theirs was simply an annulment and an uncontested one at that.

There were no property issues other than returning Nydia's stuff to her to deal with there. With the Contrerases, however, they had to make sure that it was a fair division of marital assets and such, one acceptable to all parties, while Shelby had to be as impartial as possible per legal and professional ethics. The last thing that she wanted was to risk disbarment, which was why she hadn't hit on Cherry again yet.

Meanwhile, I occupied that Saturday morning partly by reading magazines and partly by flirting with gorgeous women. Nor was this limited to Ninve, Sandra, and Nydia, who now waited with me. Shelby's clerk, Josie, had seemingly made it her mission to get me as uncomfortably aroused as she could, as she toyed with her luscious strawberry-blonde hair and flaunted her cleavage. To make matters worse, Ana sent me a text from my old workplace telling me that Teresa and she both had surprises in store for me, something which just fueled imagination. The fact that none of my harem seemed stunned by this news indicated that they might be in on whatever conspiracy this was.

Finally, of course, I decided to go to the men's room for a chance to think. When Josie followed me into the men's room, however, it was apparent that I wouldn't get an opportunity for that. It was especially obvious once she unzipped my pants and got as much of my cock into her mouth in a hurry as she possibly could. There was no attempt to explain her motives, but then no explanation was necessary. This was lust, nothing more. Josie was another case in point that I tended to end up fucking girls in restrooms, public or private.

"I knew it," Ninve's voice asserted behind me.

"Was it that obvious, Princess?" I asked her, while Josie continued to suck my dick.

"Honey, that look in Josie's eyes is the same one that I get whenever I can't resist the urge to seduce you. I applaud her excellent taste in men, of course. More power to her. Just make sure to get it up again later. I'm horny, too. So are the others, including Shelby. I can just tell. Hell, I wouldn't be surprised at all if Ray and Daryl wanted you to fuck them, though I can understand if you don't swing that way. Still, if you did, it would be incredibly hot to watch.

"Josie, if I were you, I'd have him fuck my pussy this time around. That way, there's at least a chance of a baby from this. In fact, if you want to go off the Pill and fuck him regularly to get knocked up, you'd have my blessing and that of his other women. Then again, that's also true if you just wanted to use him for pleasure. Speaking for myself, though, there is no greater turn-on than having Mark's baby. It's not just the act of him putting a bun in your oven, either. It's all that wild, passionate sex you have after you conceive by him. It's hard to imagine what it's like, especially when you live with the guy, which I highly recommend both to you and your boss lady," Ninve encouraged Josie while now caressing her tits.

"Oh, trust me, Ninve. I'm already off the Pill. I got off it when Shelby told me that Cherry advised her to quit it, and she passed that counsel on to me. Shelby basically proposed that we both have kids by the same guy, though she didn't tell me it was Mark. She just said that Cherry had met a man who was worth getting preggers. When Mark showed up, both of us could tell it was him by the way that Cherry and Nydia acted around him, not to mention the rest of you. Any man who could make mother and daughter want to share him must be something of a stud, right?" Josie assured us.

"It's exactly like that, Josie dear. Just hike up that miniskirt of yours and let Mark have you. You won't regret it. By the way, you won't mind if I assist, will you?" Ninve urged us.

"Assist how?" Josie wondered.

"I want to shove my tits in your face and have you suck on them. How about it? Drink my breast milk while Mark fucks you from behind," Ninve proposed something rather unexpected, much to our delight.

It didn't take long before Josie's panties were at her ankles and then on the floor, while her skirt was raised and my cock was balls deep inside her delectable cunt. Nor was it much longer until Josie's lips engulfed Ninve's nipples, actually sucking out her milk. It was a fantastic sight, which only heightened my excitement while I pounded her sweet snatch and she drank from my Assyrian's tits. I had zero experience with and little knowledge of adult nursing relationships, but this first occasion absolutely blew my mind as I witnessed my princess feeding this lovely French-Canadian while I fucked Josie in her bent position.

"Mon Dieu!" Josie exclaimed, as I continued to fuck her hard and fast.

It was now trickier for Josie, but she still managed to suck hard on Ninve's tits, multitasking being motivated by the prospect of more milk from that delightful bosom. Ninve also ran her fingers through Josie's hair and caressed her face while she nursed her. The pair of them were obviously so excited by this splendid threesome that I drew even more enthusiasm from each of them, feeding off it just as Josie fed off Ninve herself. The idea that Josie could soon return the favor made it even more delicious as I rammed her from behind. I wanted very much to knock her up, and that was precisely what I did.

Just as Shelby walked into the men's room, waving the divorce papers and planting a kiss on my lips, I finally shot my load into Josie's cunt. There was little doubt in my mind that I would put a child in her belly, and that naturally happened as expected here. Shelby stood in evident fascination as Josie and Ninve now came as well, before she at last walked up to me to make her announcement.

"We have a deal, Mark, and naturally, I hope to celebrate this tonight by having you fuck me raw. The divorce will be final in two months, and the annulment much sooner than that. First, however, you need to recover and Cherry's pussy is calling my name. I crave its sweetness, which fits her nickname. So, if you'll excuse me, I have a lesbian crush to act on now," Shelby winked at me, stopping only to moon me a couple of times as she left the men's room.

If I thought that I was about to return to the lobby, I was very wrong. Ninve knelt in just the right position and gestured for me to stand right in front of her. When I did so, she put her hands on my dick and started sliding it between her tits. I hadn't generally done any such thing before with her breasts, but I didn't mind it at all. It actually felt great, to actively hump her bosom like that, while she looked up at me with complete worship. There was no other way to describe the look in her lovely gray-green eyes as I moved my cock between her boobs.

While Ninve serviced me with her tits, I felt first one tongue, and then two, between my cheeks, rimming my ass. It wasn't long before I had Sandra kissing my neck, while it became obvious that Nydia and Josie were the ones licking my crack. My cock recovered faster than I expected, and Sandra bent over for me, lifting her dress as she pleaded with her eyes for me to fuck her. Ninve started running her tongue along the length of my dick as I entered Sandra. My petite blond Assyrian pharmacist with her light olive skin was definitely showing my child, but at this point, it was still early enough that I could fuck her without inducing labor or anything like that.

In relatively short order, I had the right pace going, as I thrust in and out of Sandra's sweet slit in several powerful strokes. She eagerly met me with her delightful hips, and soon I saw her suck on Ninve's tits while I pounded. This thrilled all three of us, but the excitement was far from over. When Josie began licking my balls and Nydia started rimming Sandra's tush, I felt the heat building in my loins as a new load of jizz was prepared, this time for Sandra's benefit. I could hear her moans as well, while she was nursed by her fellow Assyrian princess, Ninve, who began moaning, too. Evidently, nursing other women was a turn-on for her. I made a mental note to exploit that in the future.

It didn't improve my ability to hold back my seed when I heard other moans as well. Some came from the ladies' room at first, but then Cherry burst through the door with Shelby in tow, and the moans followed her as she munched on the sexy attorney with the white-blonde hair. It was apparently Cherry's turn to eat pussy, and she proved to be a very cunning linguist. Nor did Cherry limit her efforts to that hole. Taking a cue from Nydia, who was still rimming Sandra, she slipped her tongue between Shelby's buns, eating the lawyer's ass with flagrant delight.

It wasn't much longer until Nydia was so horny that she grabbed Josie and shoved her face between her thighs. The ginger, far from resenting this, put her heart and soul into eating Nydia out, soon including her butt as well as her cunt. She seemed to take it as a personal challenge to lick every square inch of flesh below the waist, making Nydia pant with her excitement. Everything that Cherry did to Shelby, Josie emulated and vice versa, as if both sets of women competed to pleasure each other the most.

When first Shelby and then Nydia came, what followed brought a whole new level of intimacy to my growing harem. Nydia planted a French kiss on her own mother that was undeniably erotic and Cherry didn't back away. Instead, she tangled her tongue with her daughter's for several minutes before pushing Nydia's face down to her breasts to feed again. Josie, meanwhile, knelt to quite literally kiss her boss lady's ass, not to mention rim it as well.

Seeing that, Nydia descended until she had her mouth on her mother's pussy and dove in with her tongue for the sheer thrill of licking Cherry's cunt. She didn't just lick her way down, however. She kissed the entire path along her mother's skin until she reached the mound of Venus, and then sucked on the clit for several seconds as well. Lesbian incest seemed to be her newest fascination, whereas before she had wanted to seduce her father. This was a line that the mother and daughter had both skirted before, but now Nydia stepped over it and reveled in doing so. To eat her own mother out, even to the point of soon licking her taint and ass, imitating Josie, was truly inspired. The look in Cherry's eyes as she felt her daughter's tongue exploring her lower body was one of absolute bliss.

When, however, Cherry came from her daughter's oral services and Shelby from Josie's, followed by Ninve and Sandra each having their climaxes, it was too much. Those scenes, combined with the slight risk of being discovered by some partner, client, or staffer of Shelby's firm in flagrante delicto, led me to shoot out my spunk into Sandra's silky soft snatch. We all collapsed for a moment before getting dressed again, though I made a point of not washing off my Assyrian slut's juices from my dick. I loved it when my cock smelled like pussy, after all.

"Hot damn, that was terrific, but now I have to file the divorce papers. Thank you for the orgy, though. I want an encore tonight, after work, of course. It was so damn delicious, as are all of you. I can't wait to get knocked up by Mark and devour both Ninve and Sandra, too. Trust me, guys, I know how to use my tongue, as you will see. I hope that you like the taste of my pussy and ass as well, as you are welcome to dine on them. Anyway, see you then, lovers. Josie, as much fun as this was, you also need to get back to work. Still, is it okay if she joins us tonight?" Shelby raised the issue.

"A fantastic idea, Shelby. I would love to add both of you to my harem, if that's fine with you," I remarked as we walked toward the door.

"Merci, monsieur! You will not regret this!" Josie exclaimed in a mix of French and English.

"If I am in your harem, do I have your permission to resign from this firm and work as your personal attorney? Granted, there are about fifty legal ethics issues that could be raised, but I imagine that you would have a vested interest in helping me avoid disbarment. Josie would leave with me, I think, right, Josie?" Shelby whispered as she left the john.

"Works for me. As long as we have the money to keep you on retainer, I think," I agreed.

"Hey now. Don't forget, Mark, honey, that I'm filthy rich now. I will pay her retainer for all of us," Cherry reminded me.

"Point taken. Glad to have you with us, both of you. What would Josie do for you, however?" I wondered.

"Everything that she does now, of course, and then some. Trust me, she's a gem, in case you haven't realized that already," Shelby assured me with a deviant grin.

"So, now we have a family lawyer. That sounds pretty damn good to me. You should move in with us, too," I proposed, since they were both going to be part of the harem.

"Both of us?" they asked in unison.

"Both of you. I like the idea, anyway," I declared, rather honestly in fact.

"Same here. Really, all of your ladies should move in with you. Then we could all have daily access to and use of your cock," Nydia asserted.

"My sentiments exactly," Ninve concurred.

"Well, this has been discussed, and I agree in principle. We just have to find ways to make it more practical, whenever we can. Who exactly are we counting as part of the harem, besides those of you here? Ana, Teresa? I wouldn't mind them moving in at all, of course," I supported their position.

"Plus Lucy and Ashley. Don't forget them, dear," Sandra reminded me.

"Well, I haven't had Ashley yet, but I expect that will change very soon indeed," I smiled as we prepared to leave the office.

"That will be very good news for them, as well as us, naturally. Especially for Ashley, I think," Cherry winked at me, as we headed on some errands before going home.

The first thing that was odd when I stepped inside my house hours later was that it was unlocked. The next thing proved be Ana rushing to greet me and showing off her new copy of my house keys. That further smacked of a conspiracy, as did her knowing wink at Ninve and the others. What followed was then a hot breath on my neck, and then a hand slipping down the back of my pants to fondle my ass. Before I said another word, Ana stuck her fingers down the front to stroke my cock and balls as well.

"How's your surprise, baby?" Teresa asked me from behind as she continued to rub my cheeks.

"Fantastic, actually. So you two got copies of the house keys. I wonder where you acquired those?" I laughed while two of my former bosses groped me.

"Guilty as charged. I lent mine to them just long enough for them to copy it and move themselves in. I just wanted to mentally prepare earlier for what was coming. From the looks of it and the sound of what you said before, it seems I was right to surprise you," Ninve confessed as she closed the front door.

"Well done, then. Girls, why don't you make this easier and remove my pants as my shoes? No need for those, is there?" I suggested.

"Splendid idea, honey," Ana agreed as she pulled my pants off and Teresa took off my shoes.

I was soon completely naked from the waist down and the object of the two ladies' manipulation as they resumed fondling my cock, balls, and ass. Then my shirt was off, courtesy of Ninve, who pressed her tits against my back while kissing my neck. Sandra started French kissing me while Nydia and Cherry caressed my chest and belly. I was so busy with the tongue action I didn't say anything for several minutes, at least not until Sandra apparently decided to catch her breath. That only lasted maybe a minute, just long enough for me to say something at last.

"Well, girls, I see that you've made your point. Welcome home," I announced with a grin.

"Hey, baby, I love hearing you talk, don't get me wrong, but right now, my tongue isn't finished with yours," Sandra declared as she resumed the kissing with a vengeance.

At that point, the ladies seemed to focus on using their mouths and tongues. Ana had my cock in her mouth, sucking and licking like she feared that she would get no other chance to do so. Teresa began rimming me with gusto, seemingly delighting in the idea of licking me from my crack almost to my balls. Nydia sucked and licked my balls with obvious enthusiasm, while Cherry ran her tongue along my chest and Ninve from my neck to nearly my tailbone. I nearly came more than once from the intensity of their oral teamwork, covering so much of my flesh with their mouths and tongues. I had to really hold myself back from cumming too soon, of course, as I had plans for that spunk and it involved making a baby or two.

"Ready to fuck, lover?" Ana invited me, interrupting this oral extravaganza at last.

"For that, I am always ready, baby," I asserted, as Ana lifted her sundress to show me that she was all commando, not even bothering with a bra.

While Teresa eased open Ana's pussy lips with her fingers, I thrust until I was deep inside what proved to be a very wet cunt. Once I was balls deep, I steadily intensified my strokes, raising the pace and momentum as I continued to fuck Ana from behind. While I did that, Teresa lubed up my asshole and slid her fingers inside me to pleasure me through my prostate. She also made it extremely hard not to cum more than once, but I wanted to wait for a little longer, thank you very much. I knew that she was deliberately working to make more cum for me to shoot out into Ana, and that only excited me more. I started ramming Ana more vigorously, while Teresa continued her ass play, her other hand now stroking my balls for extra excitement.

At last, especially with the rougher sex, Ana really exploded, creaming herself on my dick while I fucked her so furiously. I was further excited by her earthy, sweaty flesh no longer covered by the sundress. It was a reminder of just how beautiful Ana truly was when so worked up, her breasts heaving under her body as I pounded her pussy without a shred of mercy. She screamed with her rather forceful climax as she tightened up on my cock, forced me to expel my seed at last, as I simply couldn't hold it in for another second.

"That was terrific, honey, but now it's my turn," Teresa informed, as she knelt to suck my cock and keep it from going soft yet.

"Your pussy needs some cock, too, baby?" I teased Teresa before I pulled Ana up and kissed her fiercely on the mouth with a lot of tongue.

"My pussy always needs it, but right now, I owe you some ass. I fucked your ass last Halloween, but so far, my chance to give you mine has passed by until now. Now it's time to pay up. My ass is yours for however long you want it, and I don't just mean tonight. Tonight is just the down payment," Teresa notified me with a rather searing kiss.

"What do you exactly mean by that? You only took my ass once, so why wouldn't one time pay the debt?" I asked, curiously, not that I exactly objected to the possible outcome.

"Two reasons. The first is that I also owe you interest as well as the principal. The second is that I want you to own my ass. Plain and simple. I want to sign it over to you. Officially. I'm not kidding, either. Until the anal debt is paid, this ass is now the private property of Mark Schumacher. It will not cease to be I've paid it off in full and it's not even up to me anymore. I decided that an arbiter chosen by you as the creditor should decide that. What do you say?" she shocked me by announcing this and dropping her bathrobe to reveal her naked state.

"Alright, then, you'd better bend over, because this talk of butt-fucking really makes me want to fuck your sweet ass hard," I ordered, noting how hard my cock stayed thanks to this whole situation, when it would normally get very soft by now.




My Wicked Ways Ch. 02



"Help yourself, babe," Teresa bent over while Ana spread her cheeks and gave her a great amount to ease my entry into her bottom.

"Teresa has wanted this for a good while now, ever since I won the coin toss to be sodomized. This is the perfect excuse to get her ass fucked at last, and frankly, I envy her. Maybe I should butt-fuck you, too, if it means that I can spend the rest of my life paying you back with my ass," Ana laughed sensually, quite obviously enjoying the sight of her good friend and colleague taking it in the butt.

"Ana, you should! It's so fucking great!" Teresa moaned, as I smelled the juices beginning to ease from her cunt while I fucked her ass.

"Tell me about it," Nydia chimed in at last, "I'm addicted to his cock going up my ass. I couldn't give it up if I tried, especially while I wear the thigh-high boots. I love it far too much. Mark was right. I'll still be taking his cock up my ass when I'm sixty, and I'll love it even then."

"See, that's what Teresa's aiming for, I think, aren't you, Teresa?" Ana chuckled while I continued to plunder her friend's ass.

"I should ... be ... so ... lucky," Teresa grunted while I rammed her asshole harder, taking longer because I had already cum so recently.

"Is that what you really want?" I groaned as I fucked Teresa's sweet booty for yet another stroke, definitely noting how wet she was now.

"God, yes!" was all that Teresa could say now, as she came somewhat messily and so enthusiastically that I followed with my own release just seconds later.

"Really? That's what you want, Teresa, what this debt talk was really about? You want me to fuck your ass regularly, to make it a major part of our sex life together, for as long as possible? Hell, girl, you don't need to owe me for that! That is my pleasure, I promise! Besides, it's not like I minded having you up my ass, either. It was pretty hot, especially while I buggered Ana, too," I remarked now that my cock began to return to normal ... for now.

"All the same, I love the idea of having my ass become your property. Even better if it's for life. What do you say? Will you take possession of my ass? Make me your bitch? Own my ass forever! I even want to get a tattoo with the words 'property of Mark Schumacher' on my ass. That would be fucking hot, lover! What do you girls think?" Teresa suggested.

"I think that it's a splendid plan, as long as you let me draw up the papers," Shelby interjected, as we had left the door unlocked and she just let herself and Josie inside.

"Really? Is that legally binding, because if it is, what else did I miss from not going to law school?" I teased her before planting a kiss on her lips first and then Josie's.

"Of course not, but you want it to look quite official, don't you? I can have witnesses, the proper stationery, etc. to make it appear like a proper legal document. While you're at it, toss in my name as well, and Josie's, right, Josie?" Shelby assured me.

"But we've never...," I observed.

"Not yet, but I'll fix that for sure. I can tell from what I saw and heard that you are pretty damn good in the sack. Too bad I'll have to wait for my next turn later tonight, but I don't honestly blame poor Teresa. Something about you tells me that what I really want is to bend over in just my blouse or top while you fuck me from behind in either or both holes and to keep doing this for the rest of my life. For now, however, I'll do anything to entertain or please you until you can get hard again for me and fuck me into next year. So, how about that contract? I want in. Josie wants in. I could just tell," Shelby promised me, while Josie licked her lips to confirm that.

"I want in, too," Nydia commented.

"Same here. Any guy who is good enough to own my daughter's ass is good enough to own mine as well," Cherry winked at me when she said that.

"So, we can be butt slaves together, right, Mom?" Nydia reacted, even kissing her mother for the desired effect.

"Forever, baby, forever," Cherry agreed, her lewd grin leaving no doubt as to how she felt about things.

"Where can I sign up?" Ana threw in her own two cents' worth.

"Hey, don't leave me out. I'm one of his Assyrian princesses and mother of one of his unborn kids. My ass was his the moment he fucked me and knocked me up in the washroom," Ninve smiled, mooning me to remind me of my favorite part of her body.

"Me, neither. A life of service to such a great guy? Having my ass taken when he wants it, on his terms? Not having to worry about a thing but serving him? Pleasing the father of my unborn child? Works for me," Sandra gave me a look that spoke volumes with the intensity of her lust.

"So, you all want to do this? Sign over your asses to me? Sure you won't change your mind later?" I expressed some surprise, but not too much, given their passionate ways.

"Honey, I think that I speak for us all when I say, just go with it. Like it or not, we're yours and you're stuck with us, babe," Ninve summed it up, punctuating her words with a kiss that began the first twitching of my revived cock.

"Before I get the papers together for us to sign, let's offer a toast to Mark, the man who owns our hearts as well as our butts," Shelby blew me a kiss to make it clear where she stood.

Something told me that I was in for one hell of a long night, and I couldn't wait for it to begin.



My Wicked Ways Ch. 03



"Fuck me, this is what I've been waiting for? Oh, fuck yes!" Shelby began cussing fiercely as she rode my cock on the loveseat.

"See why he's worth the wait? Honey, you haven't seen the half of it! Mark will fuck you into next year, given half a chance. He's a natural-born stud with a capital S. He should be in porn, I kid you not," Cherry told her lawyer.

"What do you know of porn, Mom?" Nydia teased her mother.

"Are you kidding me? All those years of dry spells, no sex while married to your old man? Porn and BOB were my best friends! To think that none of you ever suspected," Cherry blew her daughter a kiss and winked as she revealed this fact.

"I should have known. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree, after all. You should try wearing thigh-highs while you get fucked, especially in the ass. It's indescribably hot in a nasty, kinky way. I love it!" Nydia exclaimed.

Meanwhile, hearing about myself in such flattering terms didn't exactly hurt my level of arousal. In fact, I had to struggle not to get too excited and cum too fast in Shelby's snatch while she mounted me. I wanted both of us to really get our time's worth with this first roll in the hay together. When she wanted to ride me, I let her climb on top so that she could set the pace, since there would be plenty of times that I could fuck her in other positions later. I figured that she probably had a lot of negative experience where the men came too soon and that affected her knee-jerk reactions to the first time together. Given Shelby's striking good looks, I almost couldn't blame the other guys for getting so turned-on, of course.

Shelby's sweet pussy wasn't helping matters, either, as she became wetter every minute and she started to really tighten up on me. I could feel her cumming ... could sense it being so close that I didn't want to let her down the first chance I had to gratify her. Finally, of course, there was no stopping the orgasm that she had built up inside her. It simply exploded like a bomb, her juices splashing my dick for all that they were worth, while all but squeezing my own cum out of my balls as if it were toothpaste.

Shelby then slumped on top of me, her sweaty, matted hair glistening much like her face and her body. She was one shiny girl right then, with all of the liquids gleaming off her skin and matching her ethereal, white-blonde hair. She kissed me several times on the mouth and the face, before settling down on my lap to rest. I took full advantage of this to fondle her ass, of course. Shelby reacted by placing her naked buns in just the right spot to surround my dick and let her crack keep it from softening just yet.

"You like my butt, huh? Can you do me a favor and finger it for me? I could use a finger or two up there right now. Put some lube on it, too, please. Remember, it's your booty now. I just want it ready for your cock to go back there. Besides, I'm very excited at the idea of you fucking me up the ass. I want it ready so that when you want it, you can just slip it in me, no trouble at all, while I sit on your lap," Shelby encouraged me as I continued to grope her.

Ninve came to my rescue right then, rushing some corn oil over to me, which I just put on my fingers and eased into Shelby's asshole. Her reaction was something that I never expected. She went completely wild, her body contorting as if in a seizure, her skin developing goose bumps and changing color several times, her throat emitting strange sounds, even sounding possessed by some kind of animal spirit or demon. Her pussy gave off a strong scent that tattled on her very well, showing just how wet and juicy she became when my fingers entered her bottom.

When Shelby began to return to normal, after damn near falling off my lap and even scaring everyone a little, she looked sheepishly at us and just sat back down on my dick. She blushed a little as she realized how everyone looked at her and then she stood up to face us all.

"Sorry, I just lost it. I've never quite reacted like that before, not to a good fingering or anything else like that. He touched the inside of my asshole and I felt the shivers, the cold chills of incredible pleasure coursing through my body. I felt the anticipation of my hard cock back there, the sensual contact of his skin inside my butt. There was just something that electrified me, thrilled me, and stimulated me beyond my expectation about his fingers pleasuring my hole. It was like an earthquake and a bolt of lightning going through my body all at once.

"All I know is that if his cock does anything like that to me, it may be safest for him to be on top. I don't want to break our favorite toy, you know. I didn't mean to scare you guys," Shelby explained, feeling embarrassed.

"Hey, it was extremely flattering, I know that much. Is your asshole really that sensitive?" I wondered openly, my cock hardening much faster than usual in response.

"I daresay, but so far only to your touch. Something about that combination ... I felt a little sense of it in my pussy, but nothing like this. Maybe it's just fingers. I'm not sure, but to be safe, let me bend over for now, if you're ready to fuck my ass," Shelby invited me, no longer feeling as flustered.

Well, suffice it to say that if my fingers made Shelby about jump out of her seat, when my cock slipped into her tush, she became a wild animal for sure. She drooled, scratched the carpet a little with her nails (I made a note to replace it later), shrieked like a banshee, and seemed to cramp in damn near every muscle she had. She became extremely taut as I plunged deeper into her bowels, while the others told me that her eyes went back into her skull in response to my cock burying itself in her bottom. All of the goose bumps reappeared, she audibly shivered, and her skin went darker than it was before, as dark as one could imagine from a fair-skinned, fair-haired girl like Shelby. Her juices flowed freely down her thighs and calves to hit the floor.

After several minutes of this, combined with Shelby rocking back and forth with her hips, not to mention the sheer heat and friction inside her ass, I came in spite of my best intentions in her colon. I coated that channel liberally with my cream, watching it seep back out of her down to her ankles.

"God, yes, Uncle Mark! Fuck your little niece!" Shelby screamed out loudly enough for the whole damn place to hear.

"You like to role play, huh?" I wondered aloud.

"Actually, yes, but this is about more than that. Do you remember a Marcy Swenson, Mark?" Shelby asked me rather suddenly.

"Yeah, I had a big fucking crush on her when I was a teen. She was a classic MILF. Cutest widow in town. Certainly the youngest. Why do you ask?" I wondered at the coincidence.

"Remember that little baby she carted around in a stroller, later a little toddler in her arms?" Shelby continued her commentary, now that she was lucid.

"Yes, her name was ... oh, fuck! Her name was Shelby! That was you!" I recalled now.

"Yeah, well, my father was your brother, Hershel, dear. He knocked her up, realized what he did, and skipped town, not long after that," Shelby abruptly broke the news.

"Damn, what a jerk, too! Must have broken your poor mother's heart! I remember wanting badly to get into her pants, but he succeeded where I failed, and then ditched town when there were consequences, huh? Just like him, too. I remember he left town in an awful hurry. I also remember how cute you were, even then. I told everyone that you'd turn heads someday, and I was right, wasn't I? I babysat you a few times, even," I reacted to this announcement with some nostalgia.

"I know, Uncle Mark. I know it all. Mom told me everything. How you were the younger brother, but always nicer and more helpful, more responsible. How your elder brother was the golden boy, quite literally, and he could do no wrong with your parents. He got drunk and disorderly, they'd pay off the cops. He got caught stealing petty cash, he got off with a slap on the wrist, because they knew the judge. He was able to smoke pot and avoid legal trouble, too.

"He charmed his way into Mom's panties, knickers, she called them, and then left her in the family way without even a phone number to reach him. He screwed four other men's wives, too, but it always turned out okay for him, didn't it? Mom at least was a widow, but he used her loneliness and pretended to love her. That was what hurt. Not that he used her for sex. Nothing wrong with that. She would have been fine with that. She had needs, after all. It was that he made her love again, so soon after Rick, her husband, was killed, and then shattered her heart all over again.

"Trust me, Uncle Mark. I know the whole damn story. He was sent off with a West Point appointment, courtesy of a friendly Congressman, as I recall. Captain Hershel Schumacher, US Army. My dad. Denied further promotion and resigned his commission due to some questionable filing practices that none could quite prove enough for a court-martial. Went into business as a stockbroker. Got caught with insider trading. Now serving 4 years in federal prison somewhere in West Virginia. Club med type prison, minimum security. Nice and easy for hard time, if you ask me. Hasn't asked to put me or my mom on the guest list, at least not yet. Now studying to be a rabbi, if I recall correctly," Shelby spoke bitterly of her biological father, my dear big brother Hersh.

"All true, though, I believe that he complains about the lack of conjugal visits with his wife. Evidently, the Feds will only go so far for their high-class inmates. Still, he is a changed man now, at least a little. He is studying the Torah, the Talmud, all that jazz. Wants to get closer to Hashem, or so he says.

"I don't even know if I give a fuck anymore. He was a bully when I was a kid and got away with it because he was a charming, handsome guy with a pretty smile and blonde hair. He barely looked Jewish at all, except for that nose of his. He kept talking for years about getting a nose job, to remove the one feature about him that was our father's and was truly Hebraic. He could easily pass for a goy and half the time he did. He was awful to our sister Rachel, made her cry more times than I care to count. I don't know if you remember Rachel, but she babysat you a couple of times as well," I remembered now.

"He raped your sister, Uncle Mark. I don't know if you knew that much. Yes, he forced himself on Aunt Rachel. She had an abortion because your parents insisted on it. I don't approve of abortion myself, especially since it robbed me of my baby brother, but I understand that they meant well for you sister. He did some horrible things. It came out later because he foolishly confessed it to Mom after he had got caught with the insider trading. He called her, high as a kite, truly upset, full of horrible confessions, and somehow expected her to make him feel better. I was never prouder than when she told him to go to Hell. I didn't know much about him then, except that he was my father, but I knew that he was awful to Mom.

"I don't blame you for anything that Dad did to Mom or me. I remember you and Aunt Rachel. I know that you were good to us, not even realizing that I was your niece. Mom told me how you used to calm me down. I wonder what she'd say now. Mom is dead, though. She overdosed on sleeping pills and antidepressants, made worse by booze. The loneliness finally got to her and the despair as well. She never managed to climb back out of that hole that your brother put her back in. It was a black hole of misery and she never could escape it.

"I saw your picture for years before I got the nerve to ask Mom who you were. She told me that you were the one that was too young for her to love, but who was always there for her. She later confessed that, 'He's your uncle, Shelby. He's your wonderful Uncle Mark, the one who could always make me smile when I cried or was lonely. He was always good to us, even though he was just a kid. I picked the wrong Schumacher. I should have waited a few years until your uncle was old enough for me.' Those were her words about you.

"So when I saw you, I recognized you instantly. I knew that Cherry was right, of course, automatically, and that I would have what Mom never could, a love affair with my sweet uncle. I just hope that this one lasts for a lifetime. I wanted you from the very first second we met. I was already wet at even the thought of it. I wanted to fuck the man who used to be that sweet boy and who babysat me as a child.

"Funny how the wheel turns, isn't it? The kindness that you showed earlier in life has me wanting you more than ever. Now that I know that you and he are the same guy, I have to be yours. That's why it's such a turn-on to have you touch me, especially in my ass. It's the most intimate, vulnerable act that we can do together and I found it so wonderful to surrender that part of me to such a great man. Your fingers, even, felt so great deep in there.

"At the same time, I wanted the first time to last for a good while. I wanted to enjoy it. You know, really, draw it out. I must admit that some of my past experience with guys made me fear that you wouldn't last, but I needn't have feared. You're my uncle and everything that I have seen and heard reinforces that you were going to be a very great lover for me and a wonderful father to our baby. I know that this is a shock, but trust me, it's for the best. I love you, Uncle Mark, and want our family to be all together, to raise these children together with love," Shelby explained as she kissed me several times and now sat on my lap.

"Why didn't my parents tell me that you were my niece?" I wondered, but Shelby stopped me with another kiss.

"Uncle Mark, let's not worry about that. They were what they were. Easily embarrassed, concerned with saving face, and that's probably what it was about. I know that you miss them since their passing. Don't obsess over it. I'm here and I'm family. So are your other women. Ninve and Sandra have your babies on the way. This is a new start on your family. Cherry and Nydia, Teresa and Ana. Lucy and Ashley. Josie and me. It's a new beginning and I want so badly to be part of it. Hence why I want to carry your child, as they do. Well, that and I am already falling in love with you," my sweet niece told me, making me feel both old and young at once.

"Wow, all this time, getting close to you, getting intimate with you ... having you involved in the case, and having no idea that you were the same Shelby that I once had on my lap in a more innocent sense before. The same one that smiled at me whenever I saw her ... hard to believe," I thought as I kissed her again.

"I probably smiled because somewhere deep I knew that I was going to be your woman someday. Even then, I think that I always knew it, that I was biding time, that someday you would be back in my life. I just had to live where you did and now I have you," Shelby kissed me for so long this time that I had trouble breathing for a second.

"Damn, that's romantic! Well, you've certainly earned your place here," Ninve interjected, as she swooped in for a kiss of her own from both of us.

The others quickly kissed me as well, first Sandra, then Nydia, then Cherry, followed by Teresa, Ana, and Josie, as well as kissing Shelby for good measure.

"That raises one obvious question. Should I call you any of you ladies aunts?" Shelby asked my other ladies.

"Let's not worry about it, sweetie. Mark would marry us all if he could. I would be proud to be one of his wives, too," Ninve assured her as she thrust her tits in my face.

"Yes, but you would be the top candidate for Mrs. Schumacher, hands down, if he married any of us. Sandra is closest after you. That's not something that I resent. It's just seniority and a long history with him," Nydia told Ninve, who blushed, but couldn't contradict her.

"So, may I call you 'Aunt Ninve'?" Shelby smiled at her, making everyone burst into laughter.

"On that note, I'm rather hungry. Who wants to eat something?" I noted.

"Are you kidding? I'm famished! And, yes, Shelby, you can call me that if you wish, though your uncle just calls me his Assyrian princess, or Princess for short. Well, one of them. The other Princess is Sandra here. We often refer to Nydia as Pussy or Puss in Boots because she likes to wear them during sex, especially anal. Everyone here calls her mother 'Mom', of course," Ninve agreed.

We hadn't eaten much, due to the excitement of the day, aside from a quick bite from the drive-thru at the Burger King near the law office. That was much earlier, of course. None of us really wanted to go out, so...

"Pizza, anyone?" I suggested, thinking that we could stay comfortably nude for whenever our energy came back and we were ready for more hot sex.

"Here, here, honey, let me pay!" Cherry offered.

"As you wish, Mom, but you don't have to pay every time," I kissed her on the lips as I said that.

"I know, but I love to do it. I'm rich. I like to pamper my family, especially my favorite stud," she kissed me back.

"So, you call Cherry 'Mom', but you also get to fuck her. Sweet deal. May I call you 'Mom' now, too? Or would that be too weird, having been your lawyer? Well, that and I can remember my mother very well," Shelby asked.

"Just call me Mama. That works, too. Mark calls me that as well. Or 'Mommy', or whatever. I don't care. Sometimes Nydia calls me 'Mommy', but mostly for kicks. I like being the resident cougar here. It's fun. Mark's clearly the boss, the patriarch, but even he calls me such things and it is a real turn-on for me. I always had a thing for mother-son, mother-daughter action. Sorry, but it's true. It allows me to combine sex with nurturing. It's quite a thrill for me. Very taboo, too," Cherry replied, kissing her lawyer sweetly on the lips.

I turned on the TV and began flipping channels when I ran across a baseball game, and Ninve pleaded with her eyes to let her see the game all the way through. I'm no fan of baseball, but I couldn't resist my sweet Assyrian princess and her lovely grey-green eyes, especially with her pouty lips added to the picture. The others groaned for a second, but soon realized why I caved and became very quiet so she could hear the game.

As Sandra once commented, "When Ninve bats her eyes, she charms us all, not just you. Damn her and her lovely eyes."

All in all, it was a great breather for all of us, as we sat watching the game, even if many of us were bored with it and too polite and considerate to tell Ninve that. I sat with my new niece still on my lap, while my Assyrian princess sat next to me and jumped up and down at times, and my other princess lay at my feet. Josie was on the sofa nearby, along with Ana and Teresa, who were snuggling her without any shame (though why would they need that). Nydia was excitedly playing with her mother's buns while Cherry tried to focus on the pizza order and not squirm too much from her daughter's attentions.

It was already one hell of a start to supper ... I couldn't wait for supper and what was sure to follow.



My Wicked Ways Ch. 04



By the time that the pizza arrived, we were all pretty comfortable, but we certainly didn't mind getting up to eat our pizzas. Granted, we could have been picky and wanted a great variety, but Cherry was ordering and paying, so none of us felt like hassling her about such things. We trusted her to pick something that would have a broad appeal, but she surprised us by the degree of detail and thought that she put into the order, especially given that the last few seconds of ordering was spent with Nydia's tongue between her buns and fingers in her cunt. In fact, not two minutes after she finished with the order, Cherry came very messily on her own daughter's face.

"God, I wonder what that poor girl must have thought! I hope that she didn't panic and think that I was having an asthma attack or something like that," Cherry giggled as she kissed Nydia, apparently not too upset with her.

"I hope that she got nice and wet, thinking about what might have caused it," Nydia snickered, as she slipped her mother some tongue.

"Damn, is that how I taste?" Cherry reacted with some surprise.

"Why do you think I had to eat you, had to have you right then? It wasn't just as a prank. Your bare ass called my name, begged for my tongue to rim it until you turned into a quivering mess. Your pussy ached for my fingers, too. And vice versa," Nydia replied with lingering lust.

"You really love your Mommy, don't you?" Cherry teased her.

"Mommy, her sweet ass, and her juicy twat. Next, I want to suck Mommy's tits, too, just like when I was little," Nydia confessed as they made out in front of us, a serious tongue action that made my cock stand up and salute.

"Hey, kiddo, what's stoppin' ya now? My tits are bare and ready to serve my little girl. Come to Mama. Suck away, just save some room for the pizza," Cherry offered to breastfeed her now grown daughter.

Before I knew it, Nydia's mouth was on her mother's nipples, sucking like her life depended on it. I had never gotten into adult nursing relationships, but if Nydia wanted to suck her mother's tits, I had no issue with it. The way that they behaved, the vulnerability of the young woman feeding from her cougar mom, it was rather sensual and loving in many ways, the combo of sex and nurturing that Cherry said that she loved.

They were still engaged in this nursing play when the doorbell rang. Nydia pulled her mouth away from Cherry's nipple just before as the latter rushed to the door to pay up. The look on the pizza guy's face was absolutely priceless as he saw a naked Latin cougar greet him. He nearly dropped the pizza and had to shake himself to focus on his job. I think that she could have paid him almost nothing and he would have been thrilled.

It took longer than expected to actually get the pizza back to us, and I could see why not five minutes later. There was cum dripping down Cherry's chin. She had sucked the boy's dick, but I can hardly blame her. She gave me a somewhat guilty look, but I winked and she visibly relaxed.

"Sorry. I guess I should have asked it was okay first, but I couldn't deny him. He ached for some relief, so I gave it to him ... and, well, we never discussed whether we could screw around outside the group, had we?" Cherry explained sheepishly.

"Mom, it's okay. I'm not mad. Is anyone else here mad? I've been fucking how many women lately? If one of you wants a little strange, who am I to object? I prefer to keep an open mind on the subject of extracurricular activities," I commented.

"I hope that extends to you, too. Just because you have a harem to please doesn't mean that you can't step out now and then. I certainly don't mind if you fuck around, especially when you might add a girl or two to the family over time. After all, until they formally join us, that's what Lucy and Ashley are, too, and Josie was outside the family earlier today, just for example.

"As for Mom's fun, that's between her and the lucky lad. Anyway, it doesn't bother me. We probably want to be somewhat careful, but that kid was clearly a virgin, or damn close. He was squeaky clean and just needed a little TLC, if you ask me," Nydia asserted.

"True. True. Not sure that I have any desire to screw other guys, at least not yet. Still, it's nice to know that Mark is so damn understanding, but then I know how he is. He'd give you the shirt off his back, so sharing one of his many women, not a problem. It doesn't surprise me at all. As for him and other chicks, why would I mind? As I told Mom that day, my husband is yours, too. If he had the means to fuck every woman in the world and not deprive me or get sick, I'd post an offer to share him with the whole fucking planet. Hell, if he wanted to fuck a guy, I'd probably sit, watch, and jill off before trying to join in," Ninve spoke up as she grabbed her slice of pizza and gave me a French kiss that promised so much more than that.

"Yeah, it's also true that Mark is only human, and especially if he has the freedom to screw around, we ladies should as well. He's a stud and he has impressed me with his ability to spread his seed, but even he has limits. Not, mind you, that I have anyone in mind right now, or that I even intend to, at least not yet. Still, in principle, I agree that it should be an option for us, as long as we use some common sense and not fuck pimps or crack whores or anything stupid like that," Sandra noted.

Sandra then kissed me while stealing a piece of Canadian bacon from my slice and then grabbing a piece of the cheese pizza for herself. I laughed pretty hard about that, knowing my sweet Sandra's cravings were out of control and not minding a bit.

"Agreed, then. Within reason, as determined by us mature, rational adults here, we can all get a little on the side. Still, I suspect it will not be very often, given your remarks and the overall abundance of sex partners here," I resolved the matter once and for all, while deliberately feeding Teresa several banana peppers from my own pizza.

I looked over and saw Josie eat part of her toppings that were lodged in Ana's cleavage, and it only made my hard-on even worse. I still ate my pizza, of course, needing the fuel to keep satisfying these lovelies, but I also walked up behind Ana and started caressing her buns. She reacted by pressing them up against my hard cock, making it clear that she would love more of what I had coming ... and cumming for her. I finished my slice and was about to grab another when Ninve began fingering my asshole, and I found it impossible to do anything but dry hump Ana's tush.

Seeing my predicament, Sandra brought over another slice of my Canadian bacon pizza, though not without exacting two different fees. The first was a piece of the topping again, the second my free hand on her ass, which she indicated that she wanted kept there by trapping it in her butt-crack.

"Are you finished with the pizza for now? If not, I can get you another slice, but at the same price that Sandra wants to charge you. If you are, I'll put it away for you and still want my ass groped by your fingers," Teresa warned me.

Shelby had her own apparent plan, which she revealed by passing between Ninve's thighs and then mine to lick my taint. Meanwhile, Cherry started pressing her lips against Ninve's bottom and rimming away. Naturally, Nydia started doing the same thing to her mom. She was really on a mother-daughter incest kick lately, not that I blamed her for wanting to play with her new toy, namely Mom. Cherry certainly didn't complain.

"I'm done for now, but make sure to leave some for me later. I have a feeling that I'll need it," I admitted, prompting Teresa to do what she really wanted and put the pizza up for now, after which she stuck my hand between her buns as well.

Josie started rubbing her tits against Ana's, soon grinding her cunt against hers as well, which just turned this little impromptu gathering into a sort of grope fest or whatever, not that I minded at all, or any of the others did. Before I knew what was exactly going on, my fingers were deep in Sandra's ass on the left and Teresa's on the right. While I knew that Sandra kept her ass clean, it was a good thing that I had already eaten. I didn't knew for sure about Teresa, but I trusted her reasonably well. 

It was only a matter of time with Ninve's fingers caressing my prostate before I had to start fucking something, and my cock soon passed between Ana's folds to enter her cunt from behind. She sighed with audible pleasure and even shivered as I pounded her sweet pussy with strokes that grew in intensity with each thrust. She also pushed furiously back at me, as if desperate to get more of me inside her. Meanwhile Shelby began sucking my balls and Ninve started planting kisses on my buttocks, much to my shock. Her fingers remained deep in my colon, still rubbing my prostate sensually, while my own digits sought to bottom out in Sandra and Teresa.

Finally, Sandra couldn't take it anymore. Her hypersensitive body reacted with chills that were visible on her buns and she came louder than I have ever heard her cum before. Before I could take stock of this, Teresa also started cumming, her pussy smelling delectably of her slick juices as they ran down her thighs and calves to her feet. The two of them then made out in front of everyone, after which Teresa knelt to kiss Sandra's baby bump in a gesture of special deference.

I looked in relief at my fingers, which were clean after all, and I began using my hands to grab Ana's hips and drive balls deep inside her. She came in the sloppiest, but most tactile manner possible, her juices soaking my cock. Just then, Ninve and Shelby rose, the former fondling my ass because she just couldn't help herself and the latter licking Ana's sweet fluids off my dick.

"Uncle Mark, your dick is fine, but Ana's juices give it a little extra flavor," Shelby announced as she then gave me a major lip lock.

"Glad that you like that combo," Ana told Shelby, "don't worry, you'll have plenty of chances to taste it again in the future."

"Lucky me. I hope that mine are as delicious, but there's only one way to find out," Shelby casually commented, which was a rather obvious invitation.

Ana being Ana, she just couldn't decline it. She knelt in blatant and brazen pussy worship, spreading Shelby's lips to sink her tongue deep inside her twat. Josie, who had been quietly mashing her tits against Ana's, now parted Shelby's buns to slip her some tongue in sensitive areas. I continued to make out with my saucy niece for a moment, but finally I needed to come up for air. Still, I relished the taste of her soft, wet lips and Ana's juices at the same time in my mouth and on my tongue.

I didn't get far without tangling my tongue with Ninve, much to our mutual delight. We almost bumped into each other, but I think that on her end, it wasn't so accidental. I didn't mind at all. Ninve's mouth was always a pleasure to engage and her eagerness to please me never let her down yet. I didn't even care that she had been rimming me, as I had started keeping my butt-crack shaved and clean for just that purpose. Besides, a woman willing to literally kiss my ass ... that girl was always a keeper in my book.

Mind you, I was perfectly content to return the favor, as I proved by surprising Ninve and bending her over to get in some damned good licks of her sweet butt. She reacted by moving with incredible eagerness to invite me in further to dine on her bottom. When my mouth slid over her buns, she shivered and I could feel the goose bumps on my tongue. She couldn't help herself, of course. She made it clear by her reaction that this unexpected treat had her under my spell, and she began moaning with her ecstasy as I continue to lovingly devour her ass. Hell, this could be my dessert and I wouldn't mind at all, the way that it tasted as always. I always enjoyed the flavors of Ninve's tush, especially her crack.

Soon, however, I could sense my Assyrian princess getting weak in her knees, so I led her to the back of the sofa, where I resumed my oral services to her beautiful booty. This slight interruption kept her on the edge a little longer, but just long enough that when she finally came, God, that girl came as if she were a fire hydrant shooting out pussy juices instead of water. I lapped them up and then came back for more, tonguing Ninve now from her clit to the small of her back, a constant oral motion that kept the aftershocks cumming from her main quake. These little miniature post-orgasms caused her knees to buckle again and I had to hold her up long enough to lay her down on the sofa for some rest.

"God, Mark, you never fail to surprise me! That was so damn sweet ... so delicious," Ninve breathlessly praised me.

"Yes, it was," I replied, winking to indicate that I meant Ninve's bottom half, both front and back.

"Ready for some ass to fuck now?" Nydia approached me from behind.

I was admittedly hard again from servicing Ninve's needs, so I slapped Nydia's tush and told her, "I need to grab some lube first, but sure."

Suddenly, a bottle of olive oil which for some reason had Rachael Ray's face on it (weirdly arousing right then) was thrust into my hands and I looked up to see Cherry smile at me.

"Fuck my daughter's ass like she needs it done, Mark. You know how she is. My daughter needs your cock up that asshole. Give it hard to her. Show her no mercy. Go fast and deep, pulling her hair as you ram that butt of hers. See, she has her boots on again. That's what she's been doing for a few minutes now. Butt-fuck my daughter, slam her sweet ass like it's going out of style," Cherry egged me on.

I surprised all of them at first right after the oil was applied by sticking the bottle inches into Nydia's butt before I replaced it with my cock. Right then, I felt Cherry's fingers stroking my balls and her tongue soon exploring my crack. I began yanking Nydia's hair like the pain slut clearly wanted, and she replied by thrusting her hips and moaning with excitement. I could smell her pussy juice up again. The others reacted to this by jilling off, though Sandra also whistled and mouthed that I should drive it deeper inside Nydia's bottom.

"Ah, fuck, Mark! Oh, God, this is why I'm your slut!" Nydia began shouting as I went as deep as I could into her colon.

"Yes, Mark, fucking screw my girl senseless! I want a nice, big, creamy load to eat from her ass!" Cherry continued to encourage me.

By now, Nydia's eyes were supposedly glazed over, or so I was told later by the other women, and she certainly seemed deaf to everyone and everything else. All she seemed to know or care about was the cock plowing her asshole to our mutual gratification. Her silky soft sphincter certainly gave me the heat and sensual contact that felt like a glove caressing my dick and made it harder by the moment to hold back my release. Still, it helped that I came not long before in Ana's sweet twat, something that was reinforced by the cum that now lay on the hardwood floor.

Speaking of Ana, Josie and she had at last brought Shelby to an orgasm seemed to go on for hours, if not longer. It also seemed sure to wake up the neighbors on the other end of the block. It certainly helped force me to push more aggressively into Nydia, now gesturing for her mother to help her orgasm by sucking her tits. It worked incredibly well, the display of forbidden mother-daughter passion bringing Nydia past the brink into the abyss of bottomless pleasure. She inevitably tightened hard on my cock and practically forced every last drop of my spunk into her ass.

I had enough for now, however. As great as it was, I needed some rest, so I kissed each of my women on the lips, no matter what I had to interrupt (knowing that they could always resume it), and I walked slowly to the bedroom. I was obviously drained from the day in far more ways than one. I was even too tired to shower, but I was sure that this would be fixed when I awoke. Besides, I had showered earlier that morning and every woman in my harem was as clean as a whistle, as I could attest now.

I heard whispers and footsteps behind me, but didn't bother to check and see what that meant. I just climbed into bed, quite nude, thank you very much, and slipped under the covers to enjoy a good night's rest. I felt two soft bodies slide in next to me, but as I loved every woman in the household, I didn't worry about whose they were, figuring in my dreamy state that I would find out in the morning. Until then, what was the point in thinking about it? I just enjoyed the snuggle action from each of the mystery girls as they caressed my skin with their own.

A day just didn't end up better than this...



My Wicked Ways Ch. 05



When I awoke the next morning, which was Sunday (but felt like it should be Monday or Tuesday, given long Saturday had been), I felt a wonderful wetness around my cock and a bouncing motion on it that could only mean one thing. One of my sweet ladies had chosen to ride me in my sleep. I looked up and noticed beautiful blonde hair, silky olive skin, and the lovely baby bump of my sweet Sandra. To have one of my pregnant Assyrian princesses wake me like this was certainly a very pleasant start to the day.

I heard a groan, as someone stirred next to me, someone with very soft, sensual skin and hands like magic which began to feel for my body. This was followed by a series of kisses to my shoulder, my arm, and my side which indicated that someone woke up in a very loving mood. Suddenly, a face leaned over me, and it had the same bewitching grey-green eyes set against a very pouty pair of lips. It was undeniably my other Assyrian princess, Ninve. She started kissing me in earnest while smiling at me and exploring my torso with her hands.

"Good morning, honey," Ninve told me right before another kiss to the lips.

"Good morning, Princess," I answered, kissing her back with fervor.

"What can I do for you right now?" she asked me, clearly eager to please me right then.

"Sit on my face. I want to eat some pussy and ass," I grunted, about a few seconds before Sandra began screaming with her orgasm.

I was so turned-on by the awareness of Sandra's surprise cowgirl action and now her climax that I couldn't help but unload my spunk as far inside her as I could safely shoot it. Sandra rolled off, but to my further shock, she didn't leave my dick alone. Instead, she knelt and began licking her own fluids as well as my cum off my cock.

Ninve by now had enthusiastically obeyed my instructions and I thoroughly focused on lapping away at her folds, sucking her clit, and running my tongue up her taint as far as her tailbone. Then I circled back to her pussy, nibbling on her outer pussy lips. Ninve shivered so hard that I could feel her ass and hips moving on my face and I could see the goose bumps clearly on her skin. I always loved the taste of my sweet Assyrian princesses, both of them. While fucking them was the best thing to do with those babes, eating them out wasn't so far behind.

Sandra, meanwhile proved once again that she was more than hungry for my cock, while Ninve now leaned over to 69 with me, thus adding her lips and tongue to the fun. They even stopped to kiss each other for a moment before each taking turns at engulfing my cock in their mouths. Then I heard whispers, after Sandra abruptly stopped, left Ninve to it with my dick, and rose to spread Ninve's cheeks and rim her ass. My tongue now met Sandra's across Ninve's soft and succulent taint.

Ninve reacted by bucking her hips, even more, while now almost inhaling my cock deep into her mouth. She took a very deep and heavy breath when she stopped sucking me, and started grinding her cunt against my lips. I could smell the intensity of her arousal as I continued to ravenously eat her snatch and Sandra was now very much involved in helping get Ninve to the right place. I could tell that there wasn't much further to go before Ninve came from our cooperative licking of everything from her mound of Venus to the top of her bottom.

Sandra did her best to often stroke exactly the same spot that I just finished, or even overlap there for a second. It was when our tongues met again at just outside Ninve's asshole that we struck just the right nerve. Ninve began squealing, sighing, gasping, and moaning before she finally sprayed my face with her juices, soaking my skin and my lips with her cum. Sandra held her in place a few seconds longer and we continued rimming her, both of us sensing that Ninve was good for an encore, which proved quite true as we felt Ninve shake and splatter more fluids on my mouth.

Ninve then collapsed, suddenly unable to do more than kiss my dick lightly and brush her chin on my groin. Sandra then helped her get off my face and kissed my lips as well as Ninve's for a further taste of both my mouth and Ninve's twat. Ninve, after struggling on her wobbly legs for a second or two, then slid back into bed with me, while Sandra did the same on my left, whereupon they both planted constant kisses on my face and neck.

"Thank you for that," Ninve told me with a raspy voice, still recovering her breath.

"Hey, the pleasure was mine. Trust me. You have a very delicious pussy and ass," I reminded her.

"I agree with Mark. You're delicious, especially your butt. I could rim that crack for hours. Still, the best thing for me was knowing that I helped get both of you off, especially Mark. It was another chance to serve our man," Sandra told her side of things.

"Oh, God, yes! Pleasing Mark is what I live to do. That and waking up in his arms, being with him, having his cock lodged between the cheeks of my ass. Don't you just love how he rubs his dick on your butt-crack, Sandra?" Ninve enthused.

"Fuck, yes! The only thing better is when he lubes up my hole really fast and buries his cock balls deep in there. That is living, baby!" Sandra exclaimed with delight at the memory of various times that I sank my dick into her butt.

"Need some lube?" Nydia popped her head up suddenly, proving that she had been lying on the rug nearby.

"Thank you, yes!" Ninve abruptly agreed, making it quite clear that she was still frisky and wanted it in the ass.

"Okay, but you gotta let me apply it my way," Nydia teased, turning Ninve over until she was face down with her butt in the air.

Nydia then took some flavored lube and began to smear it lovingly on Ninve's asshole, after which she pulled the big surprise by slipping a finger inside there, followed by another digit, and then a third. Ninve began moaning in response to the fingering of her ass, but she got really wet when Nydia pulled her fingers out and I eased my dick into her butt. Several strokes in, I put Ninve back on her side and returned to taking her bottom that way, while Sandra slid a lubed finger into my tush for the hell of it. Nydia, not one to be left out, started kissing Ninve's baby bump and moving her mouth gradually down to her clit.

When Nydia actually began sucking Ninve's clit, while my cock went balls deep in her ass, my Assyrian princess just lost it. She frantically pushed back at my dick as I fucked her, desperately trying to make sure that I bottomed out in her, while Sandra now eased a second finger into my butt, really caressing my prostate in a surprisingly gentle and loving manner. I continued plundering Ninve's ass for what seemed like eternal bliss, her soft insides feeling delightfully sensual on my cock, her body milking me for my cum.

Then Nydia started sucking Ninve's tits, and my former supervisor became uncontrollably excited. Something about having another woman try to drink the breast milk from her nipples drove Ninve, but nothing compared to when I really amped up the speed of fucking her ass and Nydia started fingering her cunt as well. That was when Cherry walked over and offered Ninve a taste of her tits. My princess couldn't refuse that, and within seconds she was sucking on Ms. Sanchez as if she were actually being nursed.

At that point, Sandra slid another finger back in my asshole, while I gave Ninve a couple of swats on the tush. Ninve went crazy with her excitement, shivering, sighing, and moaning. She even bit Cherry lightly on the right breast, though thankfully just enough to leave a hickie. Cherry later described the look on Ninve's face as complete ecstasy, as if she floated above clouds in the stratosphere, so aroused she was by then. She was totally out of it for a little while, unaware of anything but raw pleasure, until she finally came down after about a minute.

I couldn't help but cum then, coating Ninve's asshole with my cum, as I eased my cock out of it and Sandra promptly dove in to lap up my jizz from her fellow Assyrian princess. I was a little worried about how safe that was for a pregnant woman and gestured that, but Sandra winked in a way that suggested that she knew exactly what she was doing there. I moved behind Sandra and fondled her tush before deciding to play with her asshole as well. When I began to finger-fuck her bottom, she had an almost immediate reaction by squirting her juices onto her thighs, indicating that she had been close to her climax as well. No doubt it was due to the excitement of playing with my ass and now licking Ninve's as well.

When I rose from the bed, I noted that Nydia had a milk mustache from Ninve's breasts and I snickered, realizing that apparently breastfeeding had taken on a sexual meaning as well here. I went to go take a piss and Sandra actually followed me, putting her head on my back and her hands on my cock. She even stroked my balls before we both hit the shower, wanting to clean off.

The water jet just barely hit us when I heard a scream of total delight from Ninve's throat, indicating that she came yet again. Then I heard kissing, three pairs of lips touching each other in passion, while I began making out with Sandra and washing her sweet, soft skin. She closed the distance as she began to wash me, while in the background I now heard applause.

"Go for it, Mark! Sandra really wants it, don't ya, babe?" Ninve catcalled to us.

"Yeah, fuck that sweet Assyrian booty! She wants it bad!" Nydia chimed in.

"Balls deep, honey! Pound that pussy!" Cherry cheered.

"I think that they want me to fuck you again. What do you say? Shouldn't disappoint them, right?" I smiled at Sandra.

"Anything that gets me laid, I'm all for it! Yeah, take me now!" Sandra bent over a little in the shower, while I slipped her my dick in her fine pussy as it stiffened again in reaction to having an audience.

We lasted surprisingly long in that cold, wet shower, my cock ramming it further and further inside her. Finally, however, Sandra came even harder than before, so squeezing me in the process that my last load for an hour or so shot up inside her. She felt like Heaven on my cock, and filling her twat with yet more cum felt wonderful for both of us.

That was when Sandra turned to face me and asked, "We've been talking, trying to sort out who we think should be the official wife, though all of us would like a wedding and everything else eventually, at least someday when polygamy is no longer banned. Ninve and I agreed that as senior women in the harem, we're secure enough, especially carrying your child, that while we would feel a little envy, it wouldn't be enough to make us unhappy. We've determined neither of us should be the legal wife.

"We also considered Ana and Teresa, but they actually want to legally marry each other. Nothing against you, and in fact, they want a wedding with you as well, but they want to try out their new right to a same-sex marriage. Shelby wants to marry Josie, but that would be considered legally unethical due to her workplace relationship. Plus Josie, it seems, is still married to another man and wants to talk to you about that issue first before deciding how to handle it. She loves you very much already, but her husband back in Montreal is loathe to give up on her.

"Nydia still has fantasies about bedding a father figure, and you're considerably older than her, so she has a proposal of sorts."

Sandra then turned the matter over to my boot-fetish Latina slut.

Meanwhile, I finished drying Sandra and myself off, so I led the way to the living room, so we could also discuss this issue there. When I sat down on the sofa, Nydia and Cherry both plopped down next to me and faced me with brazen intent.

"I want you to marry my mother. I want to become your stepdaughter. That's not quite the same thing as being your daughter, I know, but it's pretty close. We've all discussed this and think that this is the best remedy for all of us. Mom becomes your legal wife, Ninve and Sandra will still be your princesses, I will be your stepdaughter as well as your Latin slut in boots, though the Mormon stuff is history now for both of us, and we will all still sign over our asses to you. Shelby will remain your niece and your lawyer, of course, and has even offered to officiate the wedding. Josie is quite happy to be a witness. Mom's health is most likely to fail soonest, so you having the legal right to decide things for her would be helpful in that way as well. Ana and Teresa want a lesbian wedding for themselves, as noted, with a separate ceremony with you for each of them later. Lucy and Ashley are a matter for another time, at least until we can add them to our communal romance," Nydia declared, much to my surprise.

"I agree with Nydia. I want this, badly. I want to share you with other women, and I definitely wouldn't try to deprive them and you of each other, but I want to be Mrs. Mark Schumacher, legally. I know that you're the man of the house, but I'd like to be lady of it. Ninve and Sandra even agree with me that this would be a burden off their shoulders. You'd no longer be torn between them as your senior women and they can focus on serving you and bearing you children without any extra stress. They would still be closest in affections, I understand that, but I have a sounder head for some things.

"Quite frankly, I love the idea of being married again, only this time to a younger man. Well, younger than me. Older than my daughter and most of you. Though I'd still like you to call me 'Mom' now and then, especially on our wedding night. That would give it an extra naughty thrill, if you don't mind. Naturally, I'd still sign over my ass to you, but this would be an extra dimension of your claim on me, plus a serious taboo of us marrying while you also fuck my daughter. I'm falling for you, just as they have," Cherry kissed me hard on the mouth, after which Nydia kissed me as well, and then they kissed each other.

"I love this idea, myself," Sandra agreed, stroking her pussy and holding up a finger to show wet it made her, "Mark fucking his own stepdaughter as well as her mother. Getting both of them knocked up together."

"Damn good thinking, if you ask me," Shelby spoke up, "I'd love watching you consummate the marriage as we tag along for the honeymoon. We would get to tag along, right?"

"Of course you would!" I swore, smiling more and more at the idea of fucking a mother and daughter on the former's wedding night with me.

"Naturally, when I'm naughty, I hope that Daddy will spank his little slut!" Nydia urged me with a wink.

"Count on it!" I grinned at her, visualizing the fun that would be.

"Daily spankings, I insist. My daughter can be such a saucy one. She needs a very firm hand, landing hard on her sweet ass," Cherry encouraged the talk of spankings.

"Don't forget to spank me, too," Ninve added, speaking at last.

"Why you?" I asked her.

"Because I'm a spoiled brat at times and don't deny it! I need my butt spanked regularly. Sandra does, too, don't you?" Ninve put her friend on the spot as well.

"Very much so. I love having my ass warmed by the hands of my lover," Sandra smiled at me.

"I deserve a spanking as well, for daring to fuck your ass once!" Teresa insisted.

"So do I, for helping Teresa do it by distracting you with my tight tush," Ana proposed.

"Okay, we all need a good, hard spanking, don't we?" Shelby concurred, smiling as she kissed my face, "especially me, Uncle Mark."

"Hey, this makes us cousins, you know," Nydia observed, tickling Shelby's crotch to make her squirm.

"Yes, it does. Kissing cousins," Shelby reacted by planting a lip lock on Nydia.

"As thrilling as this is, we need to address some other things. Ana and Teresa, you two want to marry each other, is that correct?" I turned to them.

"Yes, though it's nothing against you. Just our little thing. I hope someday that we can all be married to each other, in fact. It's just a fantasy, to be the bride next to another bride, and kiss each other in full view of others as woman and wife. A real lesbian wedding, of course," Ana explained.

"And naturally, we'd want you all to join us on the wedding night!" Teresa observed, licking her chops at the idea.

"Oh, and Teresa agreed to wear a strap-on underneath her dress, so she can lift it and fuck my pussy hard when we consummate the marriage! My ass, if that's permitted," Ana winked at me.

"You should both wear strap-ons. That would make it even better, if you ask me. Both of you in white wedding gowns with strap-on dildos underneath, so Ana can fuck someone while you fuck her. Then you should let her fuck you as well. And, yes, you can fuck each other in the ass," I suggested to Teresa.

"I love the way that you think, baby. So fucking hot!" Ana reacted with delight.

"See why I want him to own my ass? He's perfect for us," Teresa answered with a kiss planted on my dick.

"Flattery will get you everywhere. Now, Josie, what's this about a husband of yours? He doesn't want to give you up, which I can understand, but how do you want to handle it?" I quizzed the young companion of Shelby's whom I knew least of all, but had already fucked rather hard the day before.

"To be frank, I want to meet him, face to face, and resolve this shit at last. Do I have your permission to fuck him again, at least once, as a farewell lay, if it comes to that? I promise, I will stay with you, because I love you now and I don't love him as much as I once did. Besides, my ass is yours, remember? To make that abundantly clear, in fact, I want to sign the agreement turning my butt over to you before I leave, of course. I want it understood that I'm coming back. I want your baby and I want to belong to you.

"I just want to finally clear the air about this marriage before I terminate it. I think that I want you there, too, though. All of you. If he doesn't like it, too bad. I want your strength and moral support. That's the deal. I want to set up a meeting and I want it to happen here, where I feel safe. If he doesn't like that, too bad as well," Josie boldly declared.

"What do you honestly want from this meeting? An amicable divorce?" I asked her directly.

"Yes, though I'm somewhat flexible as to what that means. I don't want to go back to him, however. I don't want to live with him. I want to live here, with you, and have your baby, as your slut. That's how I think of myself, and at some point, you might have a decision to make about my fate and my relationship with Jean-Baptiste.

"That's another reason that I want you around, of course. I want you to feel free to make a snap decision that might cut through any impasse, if you don't mind. Make no mistake, however. I'm completely on board with this thing about you owning my ass. As far as I'm concerned, I'm your bitch. I'm your concubine. I'm your fuck toy. I'm your private, personal property. You're exactly what I want in a man: gentle, firm, loving, and at times playful dominance," Josie revealed her attitude, of course, much to my delight.

"See? She's a keeper, this Canuck babe of ours, ain't she? Rather cute and clever, not to mention loyal as can be. What do you think, Uncle Mark?" Shelby commented on her subordinate.

"She's delicious, too. I really don't Jean-Baptiste for wanting her back. As for fucking him, I don't mind if you gave him a last taste of that fine ginger bush or went even south on him. I don't even see a problem if you let him hammer your cunt for auld lange syne. However, as owner of your butt, I will wait until I meet him to determine if I trust him with that fine booty of yours enough to let him pound it into next week.

"Out of curiosity, however, what broke you up?" I inquired, truly wondering about that.

"Well, as I alluded to, I like my primary partner to be strong, manly, etc. Jean-Baptiste was my high school sweetheart. I married him before I realized what and who I really desire. As for who was unfaithful first, God alone might know. I'm not entirely sure. I admit to fucking around on him eventually, out of frustration, though even then I gave it up to him and never cut him off deliberately. After all, what do I need to do except spread my legs and let him have me, right? Wrong, because he increasingly wanted it cowgirl or reverse cowgirl, which is fine now and then, but you want a break from that, you know?




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"Then one day I found some condoms in his pants, after which I became curious. I wasn't surprised, though maybe some hypocritical part of me was angry that he had gone behind my back. That was when I realized why, however, it bothered me. It was because he did it sneaky, devious, not candid and upfront. He wasn't the sort of man who would level with me about what he needed. Then again, I hadn't leveled with him, though it was partly because I didn't understand why I was screwing around.

"The next part really got to me, however. I went through his stuff and found some really kinky things. DVDs about female domination, pegging, as well as gay sex. I read some of his own notes, which detailed fantasies of being forced to suck a cock or take it in the ass. I remembered then how I always had to do the work. Cowgirl once in a while is fine, as is reverse cowgirl, but Jean-Baptiste never wanted to go doggie-style or even missionary. He always wanted me ride him. I found receipts for dominatrix services. I read e-mails between him and some girls who described having pegged him and ridden him. Things like that. Thank God he wasn't into cuckolding, however, as far as I knew. That would have been far too much to stomach. I'm not cut out for the 'hot wife' scene!

"I calmed down and told myself that Jean-Baptiste was human, this was 2012, and we all had a right to be ourselves. He had as much right to seek sexual satisfaction as I did, and if I got it outside of marriage due to frustration, so could he. I looked closely at why I was so frustrated with him and I noted that all of my paramours were a bit on the dominant side, just as his lovers were. We both wanted to be the bottom in this marriage and that just wouldn't work, unless we each found a top. Or the same top. Wouldn't matter if that were a man or woman. Jean-Baptiste had some lesbian stuff in there, too, though it was usually about the wife and her female lover topping the lucky guy, or the lover dominating both husband and wife.

"I decided to be calm about this and let him have his fun, while searching for someone who could bring both of us satisfaction. Then one day I walked in on Jean-Baptiste doing something unexpected. He was online, spewing anti-Semitic and racist troll crap on a forum. I never saw this side of him before.

"That evening, I found him in the basement, naked and bound, while six different men had their way with him. When I asked what this was about, one of them grabbed me and tried to rape me. I maced him with the pepper spray that I had on me and the others got the idea. They all had Aryan/Nazi stuff on them. Swastika tattoos, things like that. Jean-Baptiste was bound, I know, so he couldn't stop them, but he could have objected to the rape attempt. He looked at them with lust and admiration instead. I was disgusted with him by then.

"I stormed out and didn't return until Jean-Baptiste assured me that they were gone. I was crying and angry, and I admit that I called him several names, many of them rather unflattering to his parents. I accused him of being a racist and a wimp, as well as a homo. I asked him about why he would get involved with such men, especially in a sexual way. He told me that they turned him on, their sheer dominance and brutality, but that he was now scared that they would harm me. That was too little, too late, of course. He also admitted that he believed that other races were inferior and that really upset me as well.

"I had enough by then. I packed my bags in front of Jean-Baptiste, telling him that I felt violated and unsafe in my own home, that my own husband was too weak to protect me. I also told him that as long as he was involved in that neo-Nazi, skinhead stuff, he wouldn't get back with me. Well, he has since dropped that. He has slept with several dominatrix types since, but he claimed in our last meeting that he would rather submit to me and another man or woman of my choice. I told him that I didn't want to dominate him. I wanted to submit, which really shook him up. He didn't understand that at all.

"Anyway, since that, I got to work here and became involved with Shelby and the rest of you. Jean-Baptiste keeps calling me, begging me to give him another chance, plus using his lawyer to drag things out. I haven't met his lawyer, but I've seen the pictures and I could almost swear that he is fucking her, too. Or maybe she is pegging him. Whatever. She looks his type. Very strident, very domineering. Just like his mom, by the way. My mother is a piece of work, and not in a good way."

"So, if we met him, what did you plan to do? Just bring up the past, explain the present? Convince him to drop the legal shenanigans?" I probed.

"Deal with any past recriminations left unresolved, plus discuss my present arrangement and his, as well as see if we can come to some kind of understanding between us. You know, figure out what each of us wants and such, how we want to end the marriage, etc. What are your thoughts, Mark?" Josie replied.

"I think that your hubby has a kinky side and some issues, but I believe that we can work things out, though if he is still a racist, I don't know if I like the idea of you screwing him. If he's not a racist anymore, then maybe I'll reconsider my position. I'm not a prude or a hypocrite, but I find racism to be a disease best left to die out with its proponents. That and the fact that he didn't even object to the rape attempt both really bother me. Not to mention what was clearly some kind of skinhead initiation rite, which was apparently going to include you until you showed some steel, thankfully," I decided.

"Very well, then. The man of the house has spoken. Not that I'm displeased. I don't find racism sexy, either, and I hope that he has dropped it, but if he isn't, too bad for him. He won't get any of this, will he?" Josie smiled and kissed me with more than a little tongue as always.



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As we sat down for breakfast (which was leftover pizza), I found myself playing footsie with Josie, who seemed to be rather thrilled with my attitude about her estranged husband in Montreal. Then again, my perspective wasn't really surprising, given that I was Jewish and didn't particularly care for Nazis, Aryan types, or skinheads in general. I think that she enjoyed was my hands-on outlook on her involvement with Jean-Baptiste, given that he still seemed to want a reconciliation and she wasn't inclined to give me up.

It occurred to me, of course, that everyone could win by means of Jean-Baptiste and I sharing Josie, but that would require her to actually want such an arrangement, and I wanted to take that into consideration as well. Still, I wasn't opposed in principle. My women shared me, and as I noted with Cherry when she sucked off the delivery boy, I didn't have any qualms about sharing them in turn. The last thing that I'd want was for any of my ladies to be lonely for any reason. I want them satisfied and happy as they made me that way.

I certainly wasn't some caveman with a selfish need to control them, even if I owned and dominated them in a way that they enjoyed. There was a difference in that they had surrendered themselves to me of their own free will, because there was something in it for them as well.

Even so, Jean-Baptiste could also be trouble, and I understood that Josie wanted the safety of my protection in case he proved to be up to no good. He was a jealous husband on the verge of a divorce into which she had dragged him kicking and screaming, so there was very much a risk to all of us. There was security in numbers and in being on our own turf, especially as I didn't have any compunctions about taking out my Colt .45 automatic and turning off the safety. Living in a state with "stand your ground" laws had its definite advantages in dealing with men who stirred up shit in another man's house. Jean-Baptiste would follow my rules in my house if he wanted to drop in, and rule number one was DO NOT HURT MY GIRLS!

"So, again, ideally, if your husband behaves and is reasonable, what do you foresee coming out of all this? If he proves to have discarded that racist, anti-Semitic BS, as well as accepting the reality of your new life, that is," I sought a little more input from Josie, since I felt that she restrained herself out of fear of displeasing me.

"Well, you won't get jealous, will you? I'm not going to leave you, after all. I want to stay with you. However... ," Josie trailed off as she awaited my response.

"Look, Josie, it's fine if you want to fuck Jean-Baptiste, as long as he behaves himself and doesn't try anything stupid with you. That's what I said before and I meant it. Just as with Cherry, who sucked another guy's dick last night. It's perfectly fine. She was nervous, too, but there is no need to be. Jealousy is just such an ugly emotion. I really don't understand it. If you want to fuck him, why should I care, as long as you are safe and you don't neglect me? I want you to be happy as well, and if he turns out okay, I don't see a problem with you putting out for him. We just have to first show that he can be trusted, of course. Proving that he's no neo-Nazi would be a great start," I clarified.

"Then at least I would like to be ... what is it called, 'friends with benefits', with him. That would be great, even if I have to travel to Montreal for it. Would that bother you terribly if I took such a trip now and then?" Josie asked me, still hoping that I wouldn't take offense.

I smiled at my young Quebecois lover and leaned over to kiss her lips before telling her, "Of course that is fine, if you wish it. I have no intention of keeping you gals in a cage. If you want to travel, travel! We will all have the wealth for it soon enough, right? Montreal is your hometown, anyway, so why would I object to you visiting on occasion? You said that you would come back to me and I believe you, of course. I have no reason to mistrust you. If we cannot trust each other, our love affair is not what it should be, is it?"

"What if I wanted some of you now and then to join me? Would that be too much trouble?" Josie sounded still rather nervous about asking this question.

"Then I think that at least one or two of us would be willing to make the trip, if it is practical enough. Depends on our situation at the time, of course, pregnancy and all that. Now, you said, 'at least', which implies that you have a preference for something else, but would be content with that arrangement. What do you honestly want with Jean-Baptiste? Level with me, if you will. I know that you fear upsetting me, but there is nothing to fear where that is concerned," I finally demanded to know.

"I ... don't want a divorce anymore, if it can be helped. Not now, if he has truly begun to change a little and so have I. Not ideally. I want him to move in with us and make sweet love to me now and then, as well as service the other ladies as you direct him ... and... ," Josie began shaking as she confessed her secret fantasies.

"And what, baby? Spill it out. I won't get mad. Not even at this, believe it or not. Just tell me," I encouraged Josie, while the other girls nodded and smiled.

"I want him to sign over his ass to you as well. I want his fantasies to come true in some ways, through you. I want you to make him suck you off and swallow your spunk. I want you to sodomize him, too. I want to basically add him to the family and make him serve us ... to make him follow our commands, but especially yours. I want him to be your deputy or second stud, assisting you in satisfying us ladies. Does any of this make sense to you?

"We would still be your harem, and in fact, he would be more of a boy-toy than another man in it. He would be part of your harem. It wouldn't be his harem as well. You would just be assigning him to whichever girl you choose at the time, when he's not servicing you, of course. Given his submissive, bisexual nature, I think that this would be right up his alley, as it were, my love," Josie elaborated a bit, feeling more confident.

"I'd like some of that action," Cherry perked up, making all of us laugh.

"I'd love to watch Mark fuck Jean-Baptiste up the butt. Is he a real twink, this husband of yours? I picture him as kind of a pretty boy, if you will," Ninve kissed both Josie and me.

"Yes, he basically is. That's precisely why he'd make such a great boy-toy for us," Josie let her leg reach up toward my groin.

"You sold me on it, even if Mark takes some convincing, which I doubt. I saw a gleam in his eye at the prospect of buggering your husband. I think that our stud has some interest in exploring his sexuality with some cute twink booty," Sandra cut in, winking at me.

"Okay, you caught me. I must admit that the idea of shaving his tush and pounding it deep has some appeal to me. But I especially want to see him get pegged by Teresa. Teresa really knows how to peg a guy, take my word on this. She got me good, for sure," I winked at Teresa, who licked her lips in obvious anticipation.

"So ... I would get to strap it on and go to town on your husband's ass. How does that sound to you?" Teresa puckered her lips in Josie's direction and even stuck her tongue out at her.

"Honey, I only ask that I get to shove my ass into his face and make him rim me at the same time. How's that sound to you? Not that I don't love him, but, hey, this was his fantasy first," Josie punctuated her point by bending over to show Teresa her pale bottom.

"So, we'll on the same page here, I think. If all goes swimmingly, Jean-Baptiste will be a catamite of mine, the first in my harem, still married to Josie as he wished, and assigned to service all of us sexually. This has some rather pleasing possibilities. He will just need to adjust to doing whatever position you ladies ask of him, and he shouldn't expect you gals to do all of the work. If you want him to pound you from behind, he damn well better do it. I'm the boss, of course, but after that, each and every one of you ladies is going to be in charge of him. He will have to obey the lot of you, no matter what you command. He likes female domination? He'll get plenty of that and to spare, I promise you that. Think that he'll come to regret his fantasy?" I declared.

"Not a chance, baby! Not a fucking chance. I know him pretty damn well. I'm his wife, after all. Hubby will be happier than a pig at a mud bath. He'll cum a lot alright, but he won't come to regret a thing," Josie planted a kiss on my lips.

"Oh, this is going to be fun ... though I still look forward to watching you nail Lucy and Ashley soon. We really should visit a certain restaurant soon. Maybe tonight? I'd love to see you take one or both of them somewhere private and give it good to them, or maybe just take them home with you at last," Ninve remarked, planting her fine ass on my lap in the hopes of feeling my hard-on press against it.

It worked, of course. Between the sex talk and Ninve's delightful bottom, I was hard again at last. Since we had just eaten, so we wouldn't be going anywhere right then, I had to butt-fuck Ninve right then. She had all but begged me to sodomize her, so that was what I would do. Smearing some remaining garlic sauce on my fingers to lube her up, I slipped each digit into her asshole for a moment to prepare her. I then made her bend over the table as I slid into her ass with every inch of my dick.

"Oh, fuck! Oh, God! Oh ... yes!" Ninve moaned and groaned as I plundered her tush.

"He's so damned good, ain't he? Damn it, Mark, that's so fucking hot! Can I suck your balls while you fuck her ass?" Nydia pleaded with me, so I gave her the thumbs-up sign.

"I know what I want to do," Shelby spread my cheeks and began running her tongue along my crack.

"Yummy!" my niece exclaimed as she kept rimming me.

I kept ramming Ninve as she moved her hips to get me deeper, but I now felt Sandra's warm kisses on my lips, followed by Josie's and Cherry's on my neck and shoulders, while Ana and Teresa started kneading my flesh with their splendidly soft hands. It was hard not to cum rather fast with so much female attention, but I kept it up, driving my dick balls deep inside Ninve's tightest hole. She was evidently rather horny as well, even more than I thought, because my princess then came in a series of small orgasms that caused her ass to clench my cock and force me to unload into her butt.

"God, Mark, you always make me cum so fucking hard when you fuck my ass! I don't know why, but my bottom just responds automatically to your dick. All this time and extra fat on my tush and you still act as turned-on as before. By this!" Ninve waved her cute ass at me as always.

"Hey, now, fat-bottomed girls make the rockin' world go round, right?" I playfully smacked her delicious rump as I quoted one of my favorite Queen songs ever (written by Brian May, which told me just how cool he was).

"Don't stop me now. I'm havin' a good time," my Assyrian princess retorted with a Queen verse of her own.

"I'd spank you harder, but I don't want to endanger the baby," I lightly swatted her tush.

"Well, you know me! I'm a naughty, dirty slut who needs her bare-bottom spanking!" Ninve egged me on.

I landed several dozen more smacks to Ninve's naked ass over about fifteen minutes, after which I was hard again, so I grabbed Nydia and began gliding my cock between her buns. Ninve pouted for a second, but she also winked at me, clearly getting that I would have loved to spank her more, but I had to fuck again. Nydia was thankfully wearing her thigh-highs and she knew that she would get it in her butt as well.

"Yeah, fuck my ass, Mark! Fuck my nasty ass while I wear these boots!" Nydia openly urged me while I began sodomizing her.

No question of it, Nydia was as kinky as Ninve in her own way, and she really loved it when I landed a couple of swats on her buns while I shoved my cock deep between them. Ninve kept pushing her tits at Nydia and I helped her along by pulling her closer for a tongue kiss. This let Nydia close the distance herself and begin sucking Ninve's breasts. Shelby and Josie played with my balls and my ass while I buggered Nydia, too.

I continued to really slam Nydia's tush hard with my dick and she met me with her usual enthusiasm. Ana then chose that moment to bring out the strap-on and she lubed up my asshole to prepare it for her faux cock. Instead of objecting to this, I teased Ana with my butt and she later admitted that she drooled right then.

Before I knew it, I was being pegged by Ana while Teresa now licked my butt around the dildo and even lathered my taint in her spit. The constant pressure on my prostate felt incredible to me and this made it much harder for me not to cum too fast. Sandra kept kissing my face and especially my mouth, as did Ninve pretty soon, neither woman wanting to miss a chance to shower me with eager displays of her passion. Shelby now had her mouth around my balls like a steel trap, sucking hard on it, while Cherry presented her ass for Nydia to rim, and Josie zeroed in on eating Nydia's twat.

At last, however, Nydia had to cum, and she came very hard indeed, as did Ana due to the feel-do function on her dildo. I then unleashed my jizz in her bottom while Ana pulled out of my butt. I kissed both women hard on the mouth, tasting Cherry's sweet juices as I French-kissed Nydia, of course.

"Your mother is delicious, so I can see where you get your sweet, juicy cunt," I informed my boot-fetish slut.

"Mind if I strap it on and fuck her, then?" Nydia begged me, while Cherry wiggled her ass in invitation to her daughter.

"You want to fuck your mom, right? That would make you quite literally a motherfucker, you know," I grinned at them.

"She's my little motherfucker and I'll be sure to return the favor, don't worry. You make me very proud, baby!" Cherry offered her booty to Nydia for a good hard fuck.

"Yeah, fuck her ass! Fuck your mother right up the ass!" I encouraged Nydia.

"Yes, slap on that lube, honey, and sodomize your mother!" Cherry egged her on.

I must say that watching Nydia butt-fuck her own mother was quite the treat. My cock, while a little sore now, still had trouble going completely limp while watching this amazing display of lesbian incest mixed with sodomy. Cherry's obviously excited response was also a delight to observe, as it was extremely sensual how she came a couple of minutes into it and we could smell her juices leaking down her thighs. Nydia continued to bugger her mom and Cherry just kept on cumming yet again.

After a while, of course, the ladies were drained, as was I, and my cock finally went soft again. It was a relief, because as much as I loved to fuck, I didn't want to risk harm to my dick in the process. We were all ready for a little break, and so I proposed getting dressed and going out. We hadn't been outside all day, so I took the ladies out to the mall, knowing that this would be a hit with a heavily female household. I also wanted to go see a movie in the theater that was placed in the mall.

I was quite happy and proud to walk into the mall with eight women giving me company. It was a splendid way to start the afternoon. I could only guess where it would lead from there.

At the mall, not surprisingly, Ninve and Sandra went straight for the maternity clothes. It was high time for that, but finding such clothes that fit their saucy natures could be tricky at times. It was evident that whoever designed half this stuff couldn't conceive (irresistible pun there) of pregnant women still getting it on (he was probably gay or had serious issues with healthy curves and baby bumps). I could have told him from personal experience that the pregnant babes in my life were even hornier than before. Something to do with their hormones, I presume.

Oddly enough, they wanted me around to give my input on how sexy they looked with their new maternity outfits on. That was when Nydia disappeared to the restroom without explanation and her mother followed for some reason that wasn't quite explained to me. Josie wanted to check out some music stuff from the mall's CD store, so Shelby tagged along to pay for it (yes, she tended to pamper her assistant and buy her things very often as it turned out). Ana and Teresa headed to the smoke shop to buy something there, though they weren't very clear about it.

I decided to forget about trying to get everyone to meet up in one agreed upon place, as when I was younger. My parents ran a tighter ship about that sort of thing than I did, but then I had a harem of women of which to keep track. You ever try to keep one woman on a schedule, let alone eight, and two of them pregnant to boot? Forget it, Sonny. It ain't gonna happen. On the other hand, this afternoon for me was largely about indulging them, anyway. Besides, we had phones with which to keep easy contact, whenever the reception didn't fuck up on us, that was.

"So, this is where the handsome devil Mark Schumacher hangs out, in the mall, in a maternity and plus-sized store, with two preggo ladies who are obviously both with child by him," Lucy called to me, joined by a honey blonde lass who could only have been Ashley.

"Hey, sweet thing, what brings ya to a maternity store? Are you in the family way?" I teased her back.

"Not yet, but with any luck, a certain stud might put me there, preferably my sister as well. You haven't met Ashley before, have you?" Lucy introduced her younger sister.

"Pleased to meet you at last, Mark. I'm Ashley. Lucy's finally kind enough to share you with me, or so she has promised. Fancy meeting you here, though. We're off today, fluke of the schedule, anyway. Anyway, we're here to meet up with our friend Jannat, who is getting off work soon. Cute girl, Jannat, but not likely to ever hook up with us, sad to say. She's from Lebanon. Very conservative family. Even wears a burka. She'd be great in the sack, no doubt, for all of us," Ashley told me rather brazenly.

"Well, I haven't had the pleasure of your company there yet, either, but I intend to remedy that in good time. Have you met Ninve and Sandra?" I pointedly did not bring up the fact that I was Jewish, at least not where it could obviously create an issue should I meet said Jannat.

"Assyrian girls? Nasrani?" I heard a voice behind me.

It was Jannat, and she wasn't wearing no damn burka, I could tell you that. Looking at her, I could see exactly why they wanted her covered up. She had a considerably darker shade of olive skin than Sandra, but she was a ravishing beauty from what I could see. Her eyes were a stunning blue on such a swarthy babe, which told me right off that she had more than a little French to her as well as Arab. Her hair was jet black, of course, and it now flowed freely down her shoulders, every last lovely curl of it. 

By contrast, of course, Lucy and Ashley were classic All-American blondes, though Lucy tended toward the platinum blonde and Ashley to the honey color (she was honey-colored all over, given her fine golden tan). Lucy had blue eyes, but Ashley had green and she knew exactly what to do with them.

"Yes, we are Assyrians. I'm Ninve and this is Sandra. Pleased to meet you," Ninve boldly introduced herself.

I thought, oh what the hell, Jannat was clearly cut from a different cloth than her friends believed, so I came out with the truth.

"Mark Schumacher here. Yes, I'm a Jew, for the record," I informed her.

Jannat's eyes changed rather suddenly and she leaned over to whisper something to Ninve, who whispered back. Her eyes grew wider and she grabbed my belt buckle to almost drag me to a fitting room. There, she knelt in almost complete worship, unbuckled my belt, and unzipped my pants. Before I knew it, her mouth surrounded my liberated dick and she began licking it for good measure.




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I had no idea what brought that on, but I just went with it. That fine Levantine babe was apparently intent on making me spill my seed down her throat, or so I thought until she bent over abruptly and lifted her dress to reveal that she went commando. I still didn't know the meaning of this to Jannat, but I figured, what the hell, and slid my cock into her cunt. She bucked her hips in obvious lust, while that sweet, earthy ass of hers stared back at me in sultry invitation. I was surprised at how much she knew and how little preparation she had. Clearly, she was no maiden, which was fine with me.

The others stood guard until Ashley opened the fitting room and went behind me to spread my thighs a little and suck on my balls. Every other stroke, she took my cock out of Jannat and sucked it for several seconds before guiding it back inside her Arab friend. It was incredible and I only wished that this happened in the Middle East itself more often, because there would be a lot more fun and a lot less conflict if it did. Certainly, I didn't have any resentment toward Jannat and I was pleased that she didn't seem to harbor any toward me, either, regardless of the accident of our ethnicities and such.

At that point, Ashley bent over and Jannat followed her friend's example by letting me slip out of her pussy before sucking me a little and then guiding me into Ashley's snatch. I fucked Ashley for a few good thrusts and then Jannat wiggled her ass to urge me to return to her twat, which I gladly did. This continued back and forth, while I suddenly felt another pair of lips surround my balls and a tongue explore my ass.

It was the final straw and I erupted like Mount Vesuvius, spewing my hot cum like lava into Jannat's sweet slit, which had felt more heavenly by the second. Then again, Ashley's tight pussy was nothing to sneeze at, either. Both ladies rose and kissed me fiercely on the mouth, after which Lucy did the same for her part. We dressed quickly and saw Ninve and Sandra grinning at us.

"Jannat always wanted to fuck a Jew. Now she has," Ninve whispered to me before planting a lip lock on me.

Sandra's kiss followed shortly and it was every bit as wet, as was the one that Sandra gave Ninve immediately afterward.

"So I was on her bucket list, huh? Glad to be of help," I smiled, while Lucy and Ashley each slipped a pair of their soaking panties into my back pockets.

When I went to ring up Ninve's and Sandra's selections, Jannat made sure to be at the register and she leaned in to tell me, "Thank you, Mark. I wanted to fuck you from the moment we met, but hearing that you were Jewish made it absolutely necessary. I have my reasons, trust me."

She handed me her business card and on the flip side of it was a web address. I made a mental note to check it out later. Just then, Lucy and Ashley walked over to Jannat and they began chatting in very muffled tones. They also smiled at me for some reason as we headed to the outside of the restrooms to check on Nydia and Cherry. By then, Ana, Teresa, Shelby, and Josie were along for the ride as well.

Lucy, Ashley, and Jannat all caught up with us as well, which meant that now eleven women couldn't keep their hands off me. They all found excuses to grope, stroke, fondle, or otherwise entice me with their touch. I managed to make it to the theater and buy the tickets, now feeling generous and buying them for my three new companions as well as the other eight. Shelby, however, insisting on paying for the concessions, with Sandra and Ninve wanting the nachos with chili and cheese on top. Pregnancy cravings definitely seemed to affect them again, not that I minded.

About halfway through the film, I rose to use the head and heard someone follow me. Their footsteps continued all the way to the washroom, whereupon I turned and saw Nydia standing there to face me.

"I'm pregnant. I'm having your baby, Mark. So is Mom! We're both pregnant by you!" Nydia smiled suddenly and watched while I pissed, not feeling embarrassed by the scene at all.

I washed my hands and then put my arms around Nydia to kiss her sweet lips. I felt her hands roaming my ass and I eagerly returned the favor. The next thing that I knew, we were in the stall and the movie was forgotten for a moment as I plowed her back field for good measure in celebration of the news. My cock was mildly sore, but it had a chance to recover by now, as this was an intermission for a three hour blockbuster.

"I fucked a Lebanese girl in the dressing room, by the way. Very cute one. Lucy, Ashley, and she had a foursome with me in that cramped fitting room, too. I think that Lucy and Ashley now realize that she's not as uptight as they thought. They left me their panties, too. They're still damp," I grinned as I kept buggering Nydia.

"Is she the one who joined us with Lucy and Ashley? Jannat?" Nydia asked me to clarify, when she could manage to speak between my hard thrusts up her asshole.

"Yep, that's her. Pretty hot, ain't she? So what else did you do?" I asked Nydia as I plundered her booty, causing her to cum even louder than usual, forcing me to cover her mouth.

"Mom ate me out in the stall. Really went down on me and fingered my ass for kicks. She rimmed me as well. Then we grabbed a lucky security guard and sucked his dick. Both of us did, right after we heard the news. He came too soon, but that was my fault, because I told him that we were mother and daughter and both of us were pregnant by the same guy. I guess that really revved up his engine," Nydia confessed after I came myself, deep up her butt, creaming her colon with my jizz.

"Did he cum in you or on you?" I teased Nydia as I withdrew.

"In Mom's mouth, but I got my share by Frenching her. I hope that you don't mind," Nydia once again sought to prove that I wasn't a jealous bastard.

"Don't be silly. I'm not sure why, but I have a belief that has increasingly shown up in my gut which says that I'm not destined to contract any social diseases, so neither are any of you. Just trust me on this one. It will be alright. You did the right thing by that poor guard. He was probably ready to bust a nut just from hearing mother munch on daughter, after all," I winked at Nydia as we kissed and I zipped up to head back to the auditorium.

It was true. A growing instinct for this stuff kept telling me that my lecherous ways would not cause me trouble and would actually prove necessary for the future, in some grand, cosmic sense that wasn't yet clear to me. Of course, I always believed in lechery and polyamory, so this made perfect sense to me on some atavistic level. Anyway, this intuition urged me to continue to build up my tribe and let it expand naturally. It also told me that Jannat would be part of it, too, though I worried about her given how her family might react to her choices.

During the film, Ninve's head was on my right shoulder and Sandra's on my left, indicating to me that both ladies just plain wanted to snuggle up with me in the closest way that they could. When we rose to leave the auditorium, I felt my ass, back, and side all get nice and fondled as I walked to the lobby and out to the main mall.

"So, girls, where to eat? Ruby Tuesday? The food court?" I pointed in those directions.

"Mind if I want a couple of hot dogs? I have a serious craving for them all of the sudden," Sandra begged me, indicating the A & W in the food court.

"Food court it is, then. Alright, girls, here's what we'll do. Split up, grab what you want, and meet me at that large table when you're ready," I instructed them, even Jannat surprisingly nodding in agreement.

What really shocked me was that Jannat wouldn't leave my side right then. She even put her hand in mine, as if we were a couple. When I ordered a fish and chips combo from the Pete's at the food court, so did she. She seemed especially anxious to remain by my side and make it clear that she was mine now.

As I sat down, Jannat began stroking the outside of my bulge through my pants while we ate. Ninve and Sandra both winked at me, while Lucy breathed hot and heavy in my ears and on my neck. Ashley flashed me a view of her pussy now uncovered by her panties that she already gave me. Shelby and Josie blew me kisses, while Cherry and Nydia took every opportunity to make risqué jokes, and Ana and Teresa used hand gestures suggestive of sucking cock. Every last one of my women were apparently determined to tease me and turn me on all over again.

"So, Jannat, thank you for earlier, but I wonder what made you so amorous toward me, in particular. I worried that you would hate me when you learned that I was a Jew. Instead, that seemed to actually excite you. Now you won't leave my sight or anything, either, not that I'm complaining," I probed.

"Mark, it's really quite simple. I'm your woman now. Well, one of them. I decided that when I realized just how many ladies you have and how happy they all seem to be. Well, that and how great it felt to get fucked hard by you. I don't care what or who I have to do. That doesn't matter.

"I'm yours. I live with you now. Not my parents. They don't know you. They won't know you. I will be free of them at last. No arranged marriage to my cousin Faisal for me. He won't take it well, but I will be free of him. Free of them. Free to love you instead. No burka. No nothing like that. You took me. You owned me from then on. I couldn't help myself.

"I put two and two together and realized that I was born to be yours, not his. It's perfect, really. I fucked a Jew and that was the ultimate act of defiance to my parents, the ultimate breach of their control over me. But I do have to quit my job now and move in with you, so as to be totally safe from Faisal, who will not take this well. You'll keep me, right?" Jannat pleaded with me, her eyes wide with her evident need to belong to me.

"What about going back to get your things? Won't you have to do that?" I naturally inquired.

"Fuck that. I'm not looking back. I refuse to set foot back in that house, ever again. I belong to you, Mark Schumacher. Fuck them. They're the past. We're the future, a time when Arab and Jew can make love to each other and not have to hide in shame. That day is coming, I pray that it does. You're Romeo to my Juliet, I suppose. Hey, Grandpa was French and Catholic, so why can't my guy be Jewish? That was taboo, so what's the problem with this?" Jannat told me as we kissed.

"Well, if she can move in, so can we, right?" Lucy begged me.

"Please let us move in with you," Ashley added her plea to her sister's.

"Oh, ladies, of course you girls can move in with us! All three of you. Jannat has done a brave thing and deserves to be rewarded and protected for it. People like her are the hope for peace someday in the Middle East," I couldn't turn the girls down, given what all they had done that day.

"So, I noted with pleasure and surprise that you didn't seem to suffer any pain during the act, or bleeding for that matter," I continued by asking Jannat.

"Oh, that, yes. I fucked a guy before you, but he was a complete jerk about it. Lars Gerd. He didn't mind screwing me when he didn't know that I was an Arab, but the moment that I told him that, he couldn't get out of that bed and breakfast fast enough. He was great in the sack, though, aside from the painful first minute or six. Just a bigot where my race was concerned. Jerk. He also knocked me up, which was another reason that I had to get away from my parents. They don't know yet, but if they ever found out and I was still living with them, I'd be lucky not to be publicly shamed or worse," Jannat rolled her eyes in disgust.

"I'll raise the kid myself, or rather, we all will, just like my flesh and blood children, I swear," I assured her, unwilling to let a child grew up without loving parents.

Then something clicked in my brain ... the name of her first partner. Lars Olaf Gerd, rising young attorney and the current chairman of the Christian Brotherhood, a local group advocating Christian theocracy as the law of the land, and fuck the Constitution to boot! He was quite literally the golden boy for the religious right in our area, with his fair hair and his baby blue eyes. His organization also kept trying to convert Jews like me to Jesus Christ, as if I would betray the Chosen People like that! I might be no rabbi and far from Orthodox or observant, but I wasn't about to convert to another religion, even if I attended my princesses' Assyrian church now and then per their request.

No wonder Gerd ran like hell, anyway. Fucking an Arab Muslim would be very bad for his political career, after all. An affair could be forgiven, but not crossing certain religious and racial boundaries set by certain bigots. Raising his child to be very different from him would be exquisitely sweet revenge indeed. Personally, I didn't believe in letting race or religion get in the way of booty. Sex felt just as with a Christian or Muslim as it did with a Jew.

So now I had eleven women in tow as we went home, which meant that we definitely filled up all the cars and we would soon need a van or bus at the rate that we were going. It also meant that Jean-Baptiste's arrival would be quite the godsend, even if the girls were now well aware that they could get some strange.

We had to stop by Lucy and Ashley's house, however, to pick up their stuff, and that was when the next big whopper of a shock happened. Their brother, Eric, was there, and he was packing his bags, too. I noted that and the way that he looked at me with some astonishment.

"Oh, him? Half the time he's Erica, his cosplay, transvestite alter ego. Trust me, he is nothing but fun for us. He just wants to join the harem, don't ya, little brother!" Ashley then kissed Eric on the mouth like a lover and not just a sister.

"Eric and I have been lovers for years now. He's fine with my trysts and he also fucks Ashley with my blessing. Eric is not just bi, but he is clearly a bottom. He loves to fuck women, but when it comes to men, he bends over and gives up the ass like the fine bitch that he is. You won't have any trouble with him. We have him completely under our thumb, have done so for many years, ever since he discovered that he liked to dress up as a girl and asked us for help," Lucy carried from Ashley as she stroked Eric's dick.

"Just think of him as a bonus, honey," their mother Heather explained, clearly in the know and relieved to empty her nest at last.

At this point, what was another guy? I already had Jean-Baptiste lined up in my mind, and this Eric/Erica seemed to have the same right kind of submissive attitude, which was exactly what another man in the household needed to have.

Eric, or rather Erica, proved very useful within minutes of our arrival at the house, when he stripped and changed into a dress, after which he knelt without being asked to suck my cock back to its harder state. His mouth felt incredible on my dick, and if Jean-Baptiste would be like this, too, I could get used to gay sex as well as straight.

As it turned out, Heather couldn't bring herself to stay away, either. She showed up at my house minutes later in nothing but a mink coat and slippers before joining her son on their knees in adoration of my cock. That cinched it for me, of course. Like it or not, extra work or not, Heather was welcomed with open arms ... and legs, being initiated by none other than her own daughters and Jannat. It turned out that Jannat had a strong bisexual side that she hadn't bothered to reveal until just then. No wonder her conservative parents couldn't handle her. They were fundamentalist types, or so it seemed, while their daughter was a wild and kinky slut and wanted to break free of their rules to be herself.

"Let me guess, you have been Eric's lover for years, too," I smiled as I fucked Heather at last, presumably the last screw of the night for me.

"Actually, I'm having his baby," the dirty blonde beauty confessed, right as I felt the incredible ecstasy of ramming her sweet cunt.

Hearing that, I couldn't help but shoot off my load, after which I ordered Eric to orally clean up my mess, and then fuck his mother in front of me. Watching them in action was a revelation indeed. People seemed to increasingly abandon their old taboos, rules, bigotry, even the fundamental tenets of their faith, whenever I came around. It couldn't just be a coincidence, how easily they cast aside long held assumptions and principles just because I encouraged them to reject the old ways in favor of the new. The recent trend toward easing out of these rules was already evident in the incestuous bond in Lucy's family, but clearly they were much more inclined to come out in the open when I came along.

"Penny for your thoughts, or perhaps I should pay more for yours at least. You seem very thoughtful all of the sudden, lover," Lucy commented as she unexpectedly mounted me in my chair after my boner remained in spite of the odds.

"Oh, I'm just thinking of how my presence seems to upset or shake up the existing balance, whatever it is. Women and men alike seem to brush off their normal inhibitions and just go with whatever impulse that they have. I suppose that's a good thing, but I don't know why it always seems to follow me around. What do you think?" I asked the blonde waitress as we slow fucked for the true last romp of the day.

"Deus ex machina, baby. A god from the machine. You're the catalyst, the sexual equivalent of Murphy's Law in the flesh. Something in your chemistry, your pheromones, and your energy simply overturn all existing morals and makes people shake off their old assumptions. It's how you've always been. After all, Mom wanted to fuck you, but she didn't because you were jailbait. Otherwise, not every priest, minister, and rabbi from here to China could have stopped her from riding the Mark Schumacher Express to satisfaction. I hunted you down and bided my time to have my way with you.

"Face it, Uncle Mark. You were born to be a stud. It's your calling in life. The rest of it is just to pay the bills," Shelby answered instead, as she slipped a finger up my ass to stroke my prostate and make me cum in Lucy's cunt.

Lucy panted with the heaviness of her breath as she came in response to my seed gushing out inside her walls. She clearly wanted more of what I had to offer, but then so did all of them, thank God.

Well, when Cherry was right, she was right. I would definitely need a bigger house. Hell, at this rate, I'd need a fucking palace, or so it seemed. Then there was the urgent need to vet Jean-Baptiste soon so that if he passed the test, he could help out. I was beginning to wonder, Shelby's praise aside, if I would be the first man in history to get fucked into an early grave. It was a damn good thing that I didn't mind the ladies having plenty of fun on the side, because otherwise they might have killed me with their urges. Yet every time, no matter how extreme and intense the new lover was, I always managed to gratify her (or him in one case so far) and recover.

It was almost as if someone out there was looking out for me and keeping me healthy and sane. If so, maybe God was a great guy, after all. Either that or there was just more to me than met even my own eye. Then again, I would find out soon enough, I knew. That was good enough for now.

I was jerked awake quite literally Monday morning by a soft hand on my dick and I quickly realized that I had no fucking idea who was giving me this fantastic handjob. I looked down and found a very happy Ana, who then proceeded to lick my cock as if it were a Sno-cone. No question but that we were far from alone, as was proved when Teresa joined Ana in paying homage to my wiener. Between them, in spite of the incredible frequency of yesterday's sexual escapades, I was still very much a hard man.




My Wicked Ways Ch. 06-08



"Mark, baby, you have no idea how much I need this cock inside me before you go to work. Fuck me, please," Ana didn't wait for an answer as she slid on top of my dick.

By now, I heard grunts and moans that indicated sex elsewhere, and sure enough, Eric was balls deep inside Ninve. She obviously enjoyed herself, even if the boy didn't have quite my technique yet. From the way that he acted, I could guess that Sandra was doing her classic fingering to the asshole. She always seemed to want finger-fuck my ass whenever I screwed another girl, presumably because she liked to please my prostate or something.

Meanwhile, Teresa's luscious pussy was above my face, and I went for it. I ate that fine Navaho snatch like it was going out of style. Between Ana and Teresa, I was one busy fucker that morning, fucking the former and eating the latter to our mutual delight. I heard Cherry and Shelby on their phones, followed by Heather, handling various business related to tying up loose ends, but right then, I could only focus on pleasing these lovelies as they serviced me with their bodies.

I reveled in fondling Ana's smooth ass with one hand and Teresa's with the other as I pleasured them, something that intensified once I slipped a finger into each butt. Teresa came almost immediately, soaking my face with the juices of her drenched cunt, while Ana was good for a couple more strokes before she also succumbed to the need for release. I filled that sweet Filipina twat with my full load of my cum, as it was the first fuck of the day, and I finally rose to relieve my other need of the morning.

"So, what's new, girls?" I asked the ladies while getting ready for my shower.

"Oh, the house will be sold before you know it. I have a real estate agent and everything. Also getting everything together for the new place. Same realtor, for efficiency's sake. Should be a nice fat commission for her.

"I secured you a place on the Board of Directors of Contreras Limited, by the way, and acquired some stock for you now that we've gone public. It's best for everyone involved, I think. That way, Ray doesn't have to worry about passing on the firm or anything like that. Community property has its uses, I would say. Half of the stock being sold is mine. I also bought out both agencies at which you worked, just so that you would own them now.

"Honey, you're a millionaire now, and we haven't even tied the knot. You can retire early, at 37, and do what you really want with your life. Why don't you go to work and announce your new position at both places. That should be a kick in the teeth to both of them," Cherry urged me.

"And become one of the idle rich, baby?" I teased my fiancée, "What else do I do with my day, then?"

"What the idle rich spend half their time doing, honey ... fucking anything that moves. You have a dozen women to please, myself included, so the sooner you get started, the better you can recover between lays. I know it's contrary to your nature. You're a hard-working man from a very industrious, middle-class, immigrant family of German Jews, I understand, but trust me about this, okay? Everything in you tells you to work your normal schedule, Monday through Friday as usual, but that's just your ingrained habits and all that. No doubt you'll have hobbies and interests, too, which is fine, as long as I get my fair share of your booty," Cherry encouraged me, making it clear that she was motivated heavily by the desire for sex.

"What about you, sweetie?" I asked my niece, who looked a little crestfallen.

"Well, I resigned from my firm, which was fine, but I also picked this up from the old apartment, which reminds me to have things forwarded soon to the new place. Josie resigned, too, but at least she didn't have jury duty! Uncle Mark, I know it's my civic duty, but the timing could be better. I badly wanted to spend half the day helping everyone fuck you half to death." Shelby held up the summons with a rather adorable pout.

"Baby, you said it yourself. It's your civic duty. You probably won't get selected, as an officer of the court, but being one, you know better than most the importance of juries, right? Anyway, do what you must, and then come home and help them fuck me into next year. Am I going to have to spank my niece for not being a good citizen?" I encouraged Shelby.

"Nope, not for that. I'd rather get spanked for having such a fine ass that it should be illegal," Shelby broke out into a smile at last.

"That's a very real danger, missy. You do have one delectable ass. Now, now, you're a go-getter. A real hard-worker. A Schumacher, honey, as well as a Swenson. Don't you forget it. I don't want to have to remind you of civic virtue when you're a big girl. I'd rather spend that time reminding you of why incest is so fucking great. As far as what I will do myself, I think that I will write a bit, serve on the board, help some charities, and get into amateur porn. What do you think?" I smiled and kissed my niece on her fantastic lips.

"You should run for public office," Heather spoke up, as she finished up her little deal, preparing to sell off her old house.

"What makes you say that?" I asked her with a kiss, while noting that her son finally came and pulled out of Ninve.

"Because you could be elected in a landslide, just by virtue of your roguish charm. Like a Kennedy," Heather grinned as Sandra withdrew her fingers from Eric.

"Not even Kennedy won by that. His dad refused to pay for one," I winked as I mixed history and jest from JFK's old joke about his father's wealth.

Wrapping things up at work wasn't quite as simple as one might expect, because after confirming the status quo at the new agency, I paid a visit to my old boss, Anton. I naturally caught him in the act of fucking his sister, Tamara, who had replaced Ninve as a supervisor. I waited until the pair came first, and then I cleared my throat. I had an idea now, after all, even if rather unorthodox to say the least.

"So, this is what the great Anton does with his day. Fucks his sister on the clock. Then again, the two of you deserve awards. It was worthy of the AVN. Damn good fucking, if you ask me. This has all the markings of a long-term love affair, one that dominates your lives. What would ICE think about incest? So moralistic, so prudish, these Feds, you know. Very stuck in foolish old-fashioned ways. They're not liberal thinkers about this sort of thing, like myself. Immigrants involved in incest, which is still banned in every state of the Union of which I've heard. Wouldn't fly, I can tell you that. It would be back to Serbia for the both of you.

"So, I really have grounds to fire both of your asses, now that I own this agency. Your bosses sold it out from under you, in case you wondered," I grinned, sure that one could hear a pin drop in this kind of silence.

"Are you going to?" Anton asked me directly, suddenly fearful.

"No, unless you fail to comply. So, here is the deal. Keep fucking each other, but don't neglect the company. Don't let it go downhill, and from now on, promote people based on merit, not how hard she can suck your dick under your desk. Also, when you get off work tonight, show up at this address. The rest you will learn at that time," I wrote down the address for their benefit, while admiring Tamara's tanned and toned buttocks.

She was a bitch, but she was a damn sexy one.

When I got home, I was greeted by Cherry, who knelt in humble worship of my cock and was soon joined by her daughter. They then lowered me to the ground and Jannat planted her ass on my face. It wasn't long before my tongue was deep between her buns, while Cherry rode me in the reverse cowgirl position and Nydia kept licking my balls. She soon began stroking her mother's clit as well, while my fingers explored Cherry's asshole for my own personal pleasure.

Cherry went completely wild, of course. She thrashed about, jerked, flinched, and moved erratically as her juices soaked my cock. Jannat, meanwhile, continued to let me devour her ass, and she reacted to every swipe of my tongue as if she had died and gone to her own personal heaven. It was clear that she had never experienced anything remotely like this before she met me, and her primal scream that followed brought chills up everyone's spines for a second.

Nydia now climbed onto my dick and I motioned for Heather to sit on my face. Her bottom was now my treat and I wanted to dig in to my satisfaction. It didn't take very long for either woman to get pretty worked up, as Nydia was extremely aroused by the idea of my cock straight from her mother's slit and covered in her juices now balls deep in her own twat. Meanwhile, my lips and tongue slid repeatedly and mercilessly over Heather's booty, tasting every inch of her fine skin. Heather didn't shout or scream, but she visibly, audibly shivered, even trembled as the waves of pleasure from my tongue on her ass struck her again. I was being used for their pleasure more than for my own right then, but I didn't mind at all. Any relationship was a give and take, and at that moment, it was better for me to give than to receive satisfaction. Besides, Heather was one delicious gal. She earned her favorite nickname of "Sweet Cheeks".

Meanwhile, I felt Nydia tighten on my cock and her body become rigid as she came so fervently. Her clenching of my dick had its most predictable effect. My balls twitched, my cock jerked, and the velvety soft pussy of my sweet, boot-loving Latin slut was now coated with my cum. I rose after Nydia did and I cupped her smooth cheeks in my hands, stroking her naked skin as I kissed each of my ladies in turn.

Just then, I got a phone call from Shelby, saying that she had been declined by the prosecutor on grounds because she specialized in family and probate law, two things closely related to the case at hand. She also sounded a little out of breath, and I quickly realized that my sweet white-blonde niece was getting her ashes hauled right then.

"You're getting fucked, aren't you?" I smiled as I talked to Shelby, while Josie started licking the underside of my dick.

"Oh, God! Oh, fuck! Oh, damn it! Yes, deeper! Balls deep! Yes, he's going in hard! Bareback, too! He's fucking the shit out of me!" Shelby was demonstrably close to an orgasm or two ... or three.

"Who is he?" I teased her before my own breath became short for a second, while Josie began taking my cock actively and further into her mouth.

"Juror number 5! Max Lavoisier! He's fucking me so damn good! Oh, shit! I'm cumming noooooowwwwww!" Shelby came loudly while her voice echoed over the phone.

"Is he French?" I wondered, with that name and all.

"He's Haitian, he's black, and he is one big motherfucker!" Shelby told me after the massive dick unloaded deep inside her pussy.

"Sore down there, baby?" I asked weakly, my voice soft as Josie managed to keep my cock from softening at all with her splendid deep-throating efforts.

"Wonderfully sore, Uncle Mark! Feel free to spank my bottom if you wish. I've been such a naughty girl and I loved it so much! Max also said that he swings both ways, if you ever want to slip him the sausage someday. I'm so willing to get sorer for you and there is also my ass, of course! How is Eric doing, by the way?" Shelby asked me, quite pleased with herself.

"He's doing great. Currently giving Sandra a reaming worth her salt, if you ask me," I noted how well Eric delivered the cock to my other Assyrian princess, the petite blonde pharmacist who thankfully had started her maternity leave that week ... it was touch and go whether Ninve or she was the cuter preggo babe, if you asked me.

"Good for him! See, Uncle Mark? As the Beatles sang, you can get by with a little help from your friends, right? A little give and take, and there is no reason you couldn't satisfy a harem of twenty or thirty women, just not all by yourself. Teamwork, am I right?" Shelby gave me a bit of a pep talk as she cleaned up the cum from her twat.

"Well put, sweet thing. Unfortunately for you, Josie can only hold back my next load for so long. It could be a slight wait for your next romp with me. Even so, I promise to make it worth your while, and there is always Eric," I assured my sweet niece.

"Anything for my favorite uncle in the whole wide world! You know it, too! I would walk on hot coals for you, Uncle Mark! Really. That's how much I love you and hero worship you! Trust me, I can cool my jets for you a little," Shelby blew a kiss over the phone to me.

"I'd never ask that of you, baby. I'm very attached to you now, especially knowing that you're Marcy Swenson's daughter and my own dear niece," I told her, right before Josie sucked the last drop of my cum into her mouth.

Hearing the sharp intake of breath as I came, Shelby giggled, "Josie did her thing, huh? More power to her. She lives to suck a good cock, as you can see."

Josie gave me a snowball right then, so I couldn't respond as I let her swirl my own cum onto my tongue, but I didn't mind ... not in the slightest, and Shelby only snickered in the background, hearing the sloppy French kiss in action.

"Josie loves to give snowballs, it seems. I'm just glad that you don't mind them," I heard Shelby say before the call was dropped due to poor reception.

That was when Lucy and Ashley grabbed me and led me to the bed, where they both began licking my body from head to toe. Lucy licked my right side, Ashley my left, and then they turned me over to lick me from my neck to my balls. My taint, my ass, my lower back, even my shoulder blades were fair game to them. They began alternating the licks with kisses, sloppy, wet, enthusiastic kisses that put goose bumps on my flesh and sent shivers up my spine. When Eric joined them and focused on my ass, rimming like there was no tomorrow, I couldn't believe the intensity of pleasure in the absence of a hard-on. My dick was still too sore for that, but I was definitely aroused.

"Fuck my ass, Eric. Go ahead. That's an order. You won't get in trouble this time," I instructed him, wanting to feel the most intense sort of friction on my prostate now.

Besides, I was in the perfect position for it.

The girls now really went to town on me, lubing up my ass and preparing it with their fingers, acting as if I still had my anal cherry. They kissed, rubbed, groped, and fondled my tush as best they could, but finally I had to relax and make it easier for Eric to slip his dick inside my butt.

While Eric might have preferred to take it in the ass rather than give it there (I made a mental note to reward him soon), he was as capable of sticking it to my booty and his cock worked just like any other. I had to adjust to the pressure of even an average dick up that hole when only fingers and a strap-on dildo had gone there before. Even so, the constant attention to my prostate got me excited all over again, even if I didn't fully stiffen yet.

Poor Eric couldn't hold back very long, of course, as he wasn't used to the heat and tightness of my nearly virgin asshole, especially with me pushing back at him with my hips. He sent a white-hot jet of cum toward my bowels before I knew it, but I didn't mind. It didn't hurt me to experience what it was like from the other end of things, at least once. It would tell what others felt, though I didn't buy the male ass to female pussy comparison. Male ass to female ass would be closer, of course.

"Heather, give your son here a bath and pamper him like there's no tomorrow. He was a real trooper and carried on in spite of wanting to take it, not give it. He's your son alright, and you should be very proud of him," I even kissed all four members of that family: mother, son, and the two daughters.

Suddenly, I felt the warmth of my two Assyrian princesses embracing me, Sandra pressing her head against my back while Ninve approached me from the front and kissed my mouth with her soft, wet lips. Their selfless devotion and attention proved to really stir me up, as I gladly embraced both of them, turning to hold them in my arms.

I settled in for a little nap, not knowing just how I would emerge from it. I was drained and badly needed the rest. Ninve and Sandra slid under the covers next to me, massaging my flesh with their own.

I awakened to the awareness that we had unexpected company. I was right. Shelby was there with Juror Number Five, Max Lavoisier. He was a big guy alright, but the look on his face told me that he had more to him than that. He looked like a man who thoroughly enjoyed every form of sex under the Sun, or just about. Also standing there were Anton and Tamara, which was surreal enough that I thought it a dream at first, but nope. I was naked in bed still, my two Assyrian beauties intent on cuddling with me in spite of the present company.

"You can hold this interview while we hold him, right?" Ninve urged Anton.

"If he wishes, of course, but why?" Anton wondered.

"Because Mark here has given and given until it literally hurts at times, and much as we love it, we have to consider his need to conserve his strength. Mark, baby, please don't get up, yet. Let us serve you instead," Ninve continued, kissing my face with incredible warmth.

"Yeah, we should think of Mark's needs at times, too, you know," Sandra became shockingly protective of me.

"Besides, we admit that right now, we just plain love snuggling under the covers with him. Mark is a terrific man, the best lover in the world. He deserves a little unconditional love," Ninve placed my head on her bosom to rest it there.

"Alright, to business, then. You heard the ladies. They've decided to nurse me, lovely angels that they are. Completely unselfish of them. It might not look it, but I will at some point recover from the marathon of sexual feats that I pursued this weekend. I apparently pushed my body too far and it rebelled, something that these two goddesses here bothered to note. I will have to pace myself a little if I plan to service such a large harem. Much of that was due to the unplanned nature of the initiations this first time around.

"At any rate, that's where you two come in. I want you to join the harem here. Yes, that's right. I want both of you in it. You see, the more women I add, the more I need to satisfy, and there is only so much of me to go around," I observed.

"A lot more than most men have to offer, of course. Exhaustion or not, Uncle Mark is the biggest stud ever," Shelby rushed to my defense.

"Thank you for that praise, Shelby. It means a great deal from you, my kind and loving niece. Be that as it may, I want to set aside places for everyone in the harem, even Jean-Baptiste, whom I am increasingly sure will love it here. So here's my plan. Anton, Tamara, and Max will all join the harem as the rest of you have. Max, believe me, you had perfect timing. We will move what must be moved, but all of us will live here, eventually in the new place. In the meantime, it might get a little crowded, but we will at least get to know each other.

"For now, however, let's get some food. We'll all order something. Jason's Deli? Something high in protein that doesn't leave us feeling sluggish, at any rate," I proposed.

"You propose, we dispose, Uncle Mark," Shelby answered me, kissing and sucking on my toes in a sort of surprise twist.

"What does that mean?" Tamara asked, not being clear.

"It means that Uncle Mark is the Boss around here. He might defer to us ladies at various times, but he's absolutely the patriarch of this tribe. And I, for one, plan to obey him as always," Shelby dialed the numbers for one of the finest sandwich chains ever.

"You certainly got the tribe part right," Max remarked, causing all of us to burst into laughter.



My Wicked Ways Ch. 09-13



I recovered at last after eating my pastrami on sourdough, with plenty of raw spinach, mustard, and onions. My body had been put through the ringer, despite a couple of hours of sleep, so it would take an hour or so before I was quite ready for sex. In the meantime, we all watched Breaking Bad, a TV show that was really intense and could keep my mind occupied on the bedroom TV. Nydia was already a Bryan Cranston fan from when she saw Malcolm in the Middle, so she had encouraged me to view Breaking Bad as well, though admittedly it was a distinct departure from his character in that series.

Right around 6 pm or so, Sandra mounted me and began riding me for several strokes. My dick was back to its old tricks again, now that I had eaten and rest a little. Before I knew it, Sandra was wildly engaged in bouncing on my cock so hard that I feared at times it might break. She might have worried the same thing, had her conscious self been in control of her actions. Instead, my petite Assyrian princess was as obsessed with riding me as was the buxom one.

Speaking of Ninve, her pussy was now squarely above my face and I didn't hesitate to begin licking her twat. She tasted absolutely delicious, as always, and I zeroed in on the fun of eating her out, making her sweetest juices flow from her tasty cunt. I lapped them up greedily and came back for more, making my succulent pregnant tense up a couple of times and splatter my face with her fluids. I didn't let up, however, resolved as I was to drive her crazy. After what Sandra and she did for me earlier, Ninve really had it coming ... or perhaps cumming?

Meanwhile, my fingers gave Sandra a taste of her own medicine, probing her asshole while she rode my cock in the cowgirl position and made out with Ninve at the same time. Sandra reacted to this anal attention by damn near falling off me and having her fall broken by Max and Anton. She was a little embarrassed, but she simply rolled with the punches and this time knelt to finish me off with her lips and tongue. In fact, she even got my balls into her mouth, which I didn't expect.

I struggled not to cum just from having both cock and balls orally serviced by Sandra, while I began hungrily rimming Ninve's ass. She squirmed, shook, and sighed as my tongue bathed her butt-crack in my spit. She even had trouble staying in place, so I grabbed her hips to hold her right where my mouth needed to go. Exhausted, she finally collapsed with her sweet gash back in my face and her luscious bottom not far away, either.

At that point, Sandra opened her mouth just in time for my spunk to hit her directly in the face. Ninve then began licking my cum off Sandra's chin, cheeks, forehead, nose, and upper lip. They kissed very passionately afterward, sharing my cream through the steamy lip lock before they took a breather at last. Then they both giggled uncontrollably, for some reason that wasn't evident to me. I gave them a quizzical look and Ninve winked at me.

"We both had the same thought ... that we're actually kissing cousins now," my raven former boss explained.

"You're related?" I grinned at that revelation.

"Well, in the Assyrian community, at least out here, there are few enough people that it's a decent chance that we're all kith and kin to some extent, but yes, Sandra is a closer relative than I told you before. We are cousins," Ninve confessed, licking her chops at the incestuous aspect that they hadn't revealed before.

"Exactly how close is this affinity?" I asked, revealing my knowledge of genealogy.

"Um ... second cousins ... nothing removed?" Sandra hesitated to admit just how close.

"Holy smokes! You really are kissing cousins! I suppose that's easier to hide than siblings, however, and people have married or slept with first cousins, even sisters at times. Hell, I know of some folks who have fucked their mothers. Besides, I fuck my own niece a lot, or did you miss that part?" I smiled, making it clear that I wasn't a bit bothered by the unexpected consanguinity here.

"Speaking of which, Uncle Mark, mind if I suck your dick now? I want to get you hard again so you can fuck my ass once more," Shelby enticed me.

"See what I mean?" I said, kissing Ninve and Sandra while sitting up and pushing Shelby's face to my crotch.

Shelby wasn't alone in servicing my dick for long, as Tamara now knelt and started licking the other side of my cock. The Serbian brunette apparently wanted to keep me happy, even though we couldn't stand each other in the past. I would still need a little more entertainment to get worked up, and frankly I didn't want this to just about my needs. The other men and women in the family had desires as well. I wanted them happy as well, so I got an idea from that.

"Josie, suck Max's cock. Get him nice and hard, will ya? Eric, suck Anton to full hardness, too. I want both men nice hard, thank you very much. Ana, use the strap-on to fuck Lucy. I want these three pairs for now, just to see you in action," I commanded each of them.

Anton was the most reluctant of the people assigned sex chores, even though he was going to get more direct pleasure from the act than Eric. I was rather annoyed and impatient with him, but I let it slide for the moment, deciding that he would feel my wrath soon enough if he didn't shape up. I put it down to the man's homophobia, of course, which would have to be shake up a little.

Meanwhile, I lay Shelby on the bed, now quite wet as a result of this opportunity to satisfy. I was surprisingly hard again faster than I thought, even if still a little sore. Then again, having my cock sucked by my sexy niece was more than a minor treat. It was certainly worthy of a boner, especially when she got help servicing me from a fine Serbian chick like Tamara. I used my fingers to prepare Shelby's butt, while Tamara applied a little lube, and then I slid my stiff dick inches at a time into her booty. Clearly, Anton could take lessons in attitude adjustment from his sister, who had gotten with the program a lot faster.

For Josie's part, she sucked Max off beautifully, putting his large black dick as far inside her mouth as she could take it. She seriously deep-throated him until she began to gag for a second.

The man was understandably hard and he began moving his hips rather rapidly, allowing her lips to slather more and more over his stiff rod. At the same time, Eric was following Josie's example, proving even a known cocksucker could improve his technique with observation. In spite of his hesitation, Anton started to react much as Max did, relaxing and letting it happen. Max basically fucked Josie's face as if it were a pussy, something that Anton simply imitated as best he could (just not as well).

"Tamara, spread your thighs. Let Shelby eat you out," I sank my cock completely into Shelby's tush, while the Serbian babe pushed her twat at Shelby's mouth in compliance with my will.

In spite of his best intentions, I could tell that Anton by now loved having his dick sucked by a consummate fellator like Eric. I saw his conflict and confusion on his face, of course. This was just not something done by one guy to another, at least not in his presence, let alone to him. He obviously would still rather have been fucking one of the girls, but that would come in time. First, he needed to learn to do what he was told. Tamara was cooperative, so why not her brother? Still, he was getting into it in spite of himself.

Max, however, came first, shooting his load down Josie's hungry throat, as she gulped it down like a milkshake and licked her lips to catch anything that she missed. She then kissed the head of his dick and rose to give him a lip lock that would make me doubt her if I was the jealous type. Seeing that and feeling Eric's hands now wander dangerously close to his asshole, Anton lost his self-control and spurted in the twink's mouth. Eric also swallowed the whole thing and kissed his erstwhile partner on the lips, much to Anton's apparent discomfort.

"Any time that you want to do that again, stud, I can suck you dry just like that," Eric invited him with an easy grin.

"Lucy, Ashley, team up and suck the last drop from your brother's balls," I ordered the sisters, right as Tamara came from Shelby's oral efforts, squirting directly into her face.

Shelby came almost immediately afterward, milking my balls for my spunk in the process. My cock twitched for a few seconds, and then I shot my load into her bottom, which I spanked playfully for a second or two. It was electricity again, this time from the feeling of my cream as it leaked from her colon. Shelby went crazy again, changing color and becoming so rigid that I wondered if she was about to have a stroke.

"God, Uncle Mark, half the time all you have to do is touch my ass and I fucking cream my panties!" Shelby announced as she kissed me.

"Mind if I clean your dick? I want to taste Shelby's ass on it!" Tamara didn't really wait for an answer before she got busy licking and sucking my cock.

Of course, I wasn't really good for another hard-on that night. I was lucky to be up to two in my condition right then. One thing that I did know was that all of these partners were delightful, if you didn't count Anton's obstinate ways. Something told me that he would be changing his tune very soon indeed.

That happened even sooner than I thought ... as it turned out. I was one helluva lucky man.

The next morning, I awoke to the sound of a grunting noise, much earlier than I expected, and with my lovely princesses on either side of me. I looked up and saw Max balls deep inside Anton, who was in turn busy sodomizing Eric. It seemed that the guys were now on the same page, at least for now. Jannat stood there in wide-eyed fascination, having gone to bed early last night and missed much of the same-sex action. Her fingers were deep in her pussy, and I could now smell the full extent of her arousal.

Then Jannat saw me, but instead of turning and running as I feared that she might out of habit, she walked around the trio and climbed into bed on top of me, between my sweet Assyrians. She then positioned herself carefully and landed on me in the cowgirl position. My cock went remarkably far inside her cunt and she leaned over to all but shove her tits in my face. Before I knew it, my morning wood was busy impaling this Arab beauty as she used me like a dildo.

This motion inevitably jarred both of my princesses awake and they both began kissing my body in their desire. They even started kissing Jannat's body with a degree of passion that surprised all of us. I suppose that like me, they saw this young woman as what she was, a refugee from a loveless family, a hateful betrothal, and all that jazz. She loved me, so they loved her. I loved them all. I really did. It was just like that TJ Sheppard song ... I had, in a short space of time, fallen in love with all of my girls...

... This included an Arab girl named Jannat, who now rode me for the sheer passion of it. She was wild for me ... for me, a Jew, man despised by her family on account of race and religion. Her kisses warmed my skin as did those of my princesses, which they continued to plant on both of us. It was an incredible foursome, I had to admit. Like many of our encounters of late, there was both love and lust involved in it, as we found ourselves bound completely to each other. This bond went both ways, holding me just as it did them.

Jannat feverishly stepped up her movements as she came ... making wild, guttural sounds with her throat as she had her release ... it was fantastic, and when I later learned that her betrothed had wanted to make her incapable of such delights ... I was enraged. This woman deserved this kind of absolute ecstasy, this feeling of complete exhilaration, just like any other. She did not deserve the horror of a painful mutilation and a life without any satisfaction.

Hearing this fantastic orgasm and feeling its power on my cock, I had no choice but to shoot out a magnificent load of cum very deep inside Jannat. She collapsed on top of me from fatigue and I stroked her hair while caressing her skin. I felt my two princesses kiss both of us and I kissed them back with equal fervor, pleased that they had embraced yet another lovely, tormented young soul into their midst. This was love, the way that we had all welcomed each other and begun to care for each other, though we also certainly enjoyed each other's bodies, of course.

By now, Max had cum deep inside Anton, who had filled Eric with his spunk as well. Only Anton was a little embarrassed, but he had also clearly reveled in the experience and there was no going back now. I seemed to have a hidden talent at recruiting bi guys, of course, even closet cases like Anton. Max unabashedly kissed Eric on the mouth and stroked his dick to get him hard again.

Then I found myself leading Jannat over to Eric and pressing their bodies together to make him even harder and her quite wetter. I kissed her from the nape of the neck to her very ankles, licking her as I went back up. My fingers and hands rubbed her body, while my two princesses began stroking me the same way for good measure. Eric naturally responded by kissing Jannat hungrily on the mouth, touching her breasts, and running his fingers between her thighs to lovingly explore her sloppy, slick, slippery slit.

At the same time, Max didn't let up on pleasuring Eric, using his own hands and digits to probe the guy's asshole as well as rub his bottom. He soon started dry humping Eric's butt-crack, stiffening again as he pressed against the young man's sphincter and clearly felt the urge to bugger him. For my part, Sandra's hands now slipped into my ass, her fingers doing their usual magic to me. Ninve inevitably focused on my balls, fondling and handling them with some such love and attention to my delight.

Max wasn't left alone for long, as Anton started worshiping his ass through a rimjob that absolutely floored me. He munched on Max like it was going to be banned soon, so frantic and eager he was to lick that man's tush. Max naturally groaned and hardened completely, unable to stop his momentum now as his cock eased into a very willing and grateful Eric from behind. Max then reached down and pulled Anton up to start grinding his ass against that man's dick.

"Fuck my ass, you dirty closet case! No more down-low for you! Lube me up and stick that cock up my manhole!" Max demanded of Anton, whom he rightly pegged as a repressed bisexual jerk.

"Oh, God, yes! I want to fuck that smooth black ass! I can't believe it's so slick!" Anton grabbed the lube and slipped it urgently to Max's butt to ease his path to the man's prostate.

"Just shut up and stick it in me already!" Max demanded as he kept ramming Eric's ass.

At this point, I was very stiff once again and my own cock was dangerously close to entering Jannat's delightful bottom. I hinted strongly at my intentions by rubbing my dick between her buns and sliding it up and down. Jannat reacted in a way that left no doubt that she was aroused. She spread her cheeks just enough to let me slip a lubed-up finger into her asshole and guide my cock home deep within her tight booty. I gave her a moment to catch her breath as I pushed my decent length as far inside Jannat as possible.

Eric, from his end, was being pressed against Jannat's front even more now, and he clearly wanted inside her sloppy cunt, full as it already was of my cum.

I leaned against Jannat and whispered, "Part your thighs further and let him take you. You're wet. You're ready, aren't you? Let Eric fuck your pussy now."

Jannat adjusted to make sure that I didn't slip out of her ass while she spread her thighs a bit and her hands to direct his initial thrust inside her. We were now both inside her, giving this lovely Arab girl from such an intensely devout and traditional family her first ever taste of a DP ... a double-penetration. I would venture to say that she had never known anything like this before or even thought about until recently, and probably even then from idle curiosity stimulated by secret porn available to her.

This train continued to get wilder, as I kept fucking Jannat's ass and Eric pounded her pussy. Ninve now had my balls on her tongue, while Sandra continued to finger my asshole and stroke my prostate so damn well. That was when Tamara walked in and rushed join Ninve on her knees to lick and suck my balls. I coughed to get her attention, now having a clever idea that I believed would tend to reinforce Anton's submission and surrender to me. I didn't want him backsliding back into his negative or defiant ways.

"Tamara, grab the strap-on dildo and thigh harness, plus the lube. You're going to fuck Anton in the ass. Anton, don't even think about trying to stop this. It will happen. You might as well relax, enjoy it, and focus on buggering Max while your sister takes your asshole," I said as I continued to ram Jannat's tight, sweaty bottom.

I nearly arranged for Tamara to butt-fuck Jannat, but I decided to wait a little longer on that. I wanted Jannat to first be ready for it and to associate anal sex with pleasure, not pain. I wanted her to feel my spunk shoot out to cream her virgin ass before anything else happened to that fantastic part of her anatomy. I also wanted her to feel Eric's cum in her pussy as well. Besides, Tamara hadn't earned the right to fuck a booty that nice yet. Given how rough Anton could be with others, I was sure that he had been less than gentle with his sister's anal cherry, so this would be fitting payback, too.

I was right, of course, as was demonstrated when Tamara returned with the strap-on attached to her waist already and the stingy amount of lube that she had chosen for this act of sodomy already applied. She had a wicked, vindictive look on her face, one almost of triumph, as she forced Anton's cheeks apart and shoved her dildo up his barely prepared ass (though admittedly, him clenching his buttocks was a bad idea here). I could tell by the way that he grimaced for a moment that she was very rough and I could see from her widening grin that it was very much deliberate on her part. This was tit for tat, to say the least and Anton knew it as well.

"So, do you like how it feels in your butt, bro? Enjoying a dick up the ass? A nice, fine cock, though I still gave it more lube than you did. Spit was good enough for me, wasn't it? I had to get my asshole surgically repaired, you bastard! That was why I didn't give it up to you for weeks, you slimeball! Then you took the huff and married that sick, stupid bitch Kyra in response, and that cost us how many wasted months of your life, before you realized what a skank she was and came back to me?

"Not that I hate you, bro. I love you, but sometimes you can really be dense! I don't mind this arrangement, because we're still together while sharing each other, but you don't fuck your sister so roughly up the butt and then kick her out of your life when she needs time to recover! You broke my heart until you came to your senses and returned to me!" Tamara said a mouthful as she rammed her brother mercilessly.

Anton tried to ignore Tamara's rant and the pain, focusing on the pleasure of Max's tight ass, but it wasn't as easy as he thought, given how in spite of his agony, he also enjoyed the effect of the dildo on his prostate. Max, of course, was able to really hammer Eric hard, because Eric was better-lubed and truly enjoyed having his butt fucked so well. He also relished the intense tightness of the lovely Jannat, as he made his thrusts in and out of her pussy and often had only a little wall between his cock and mine. I really loved pounding her rump, naturally, and she seemed to response with increasing delight to my dick as it kept screwing her ass.




My Wicked Ways Ch. 09-13



Sandra and Ninve were really into pleasuring my butt and my balls, respectively, which gave me ideas for a little later. I had to admit that Sandra's fingers and Ninve's mouth felt absolutely wonderful while I fucked Jannat.

In short time, however, Jannat began reacting to the double stimulation of two cocks taking her from both ends by cumming even louder than before and waking up the entire house, all those still asleep stirred from their beds (or sofas or sleeping bags) by the incredible, primeval noise as Jannat creamed herself on Eric due to both of us. He couldn't stop himself after that, groaning as he expelled a load deep inside her pussy that now joined my own. After that, I came as far inside Jannat as I could manage, making her asshole slick with my cum.

I was going to instruct Sandra to stop fingering me and start lapping up my cum, but she beat me to it, apparently thirsty or hungry for the taste of it. The way that she rimmed Jannat made it abundantly clear that she enjoyed the flavors of women just as much as those of men. Ninve, meanwhile, joined her oral efforts to those of Sandra, her own mouth and tongue engaged in cleaning after Eric in Jannat's twat. This only triggered yet another, albeit smaller, climax on Jannat's part, to have such skilled lovers eat her out so thoroughly.

Anton was next to cum, unloading his cum deep within Max's ass, his own prostate too affected now by Tamara's strap-on to ignore the pleasure, plus the tightness of Max's booty. The Haitian followed suit immediately after the Serb, shooting his spunk in Eric's tush. I tapped Tamara on the shoulder and pointed at the ladies.

"Alright, take off the strap-on and eat out these girls. Suck and lick us guys clean, too. Then we need to hold a meeting," I noted the presence of the others in the hallway and decided that a full conference of sorts was overdue.

I led the way to the living room, where I sat with my now rather large harem and wondered if I was really going to head such a clan of people. Then I shook myself and remembered that I would have help, that I wouldn't have to go alone. If we all pitched in, we could make this go well. Still, I had to make it clear, due to so many new arrivals, that I was very much still in charge. While I believed that most, if not all, knew this, the past few days had been a blur in a way, and I wanted us all to have the chance to reflect on our choices that brought us together.

"Alright, folks, let's all listen up here. Look, things have gotten pretty chaotic and unpredictable around here and that is at least in large part my fault. I have acted on instinct, adding several girls here, including some that I never planned to add, but I don't regret that at all, nor do I want rid of any of you. It has been incredible to bring you ladies into my fold, as it were, but as much as I enjoyed this, I didn't have time to prepare for it much, logistically and otherwise. The same goes for the guys who have thankfully joined us and helped me gratify the ladies here.

"I know that this is a Tuesday and normally a workday for many of us, including typically me, but this is one Tuesday that I hope that we can all take off work for the good of this family. I imagine that we have the resources to find you work if the bosses choose to relieve you, but I hope that they understand instead. Call it a 'family crisis' or whatever. That would be true, after all. In Chinese, crisis denotes both danger and opportunity, and that is certainly accurate about our case here.

"Okay now, there are some decisions to be made here. Some clear understandings among certain of us that need to be passed down to the rest of you. We need to be on the same page about what kind of family we have become or are becoming, what kind of household. The fact that at least one more outsider might well join us in the near future makes it even more critical that we have our act together and an apparent vision for our destiny.

"Let me start by formally stating my position here. I am the head of this family. Make no mistake here. I do not want this doubted. I started with an arrangement with Ninve here that gave her a key to my old apartment, which on New Year's Eve led to a suggestion from my lovely Assyrian princess that we live together and add others to the household when possible. I almost immediately welcomed my other Assyrian princess, Sandra, who like Ninve also had my child in her womb, to live with us as a family with the understanding that I could include more ladies over time.

"Thankfully, Ninve has left her old position and Sandra is on maternity leave from her pharmacy. Nydia had considered joining us earlier, but first got drawn into a bad marriage, which ended when her husband and father proved to be gay lovers. That not only returned Nydia to me, but added her mother to the household as well. This is Cherry Sanchez, in case some of you missed that. She is not only Nydia's mother, but my fiancée as well. Yes, I am going to be Nydia's stepfather soon, much to our mutual enjoyment. Yes, of course, I intend to keep fucking both of them," I took a second to catch my breath among the laughter that broke out.

"Shelby Swenson and her assistant Josie here are both very important as Shelby not only was the lawyer who helped reach a divorce settlement and an annulment with Ray, Nydia's father, and Daryl, her husband ... she also turned out to be my long-lost niece, who evidently has been waiting for her chance to meet me and have me. Josie and Shelby both joined this household last Saturday, as did Ana and Teresa, my lovely former supervisors, who had been secretly moved in by Ninve on the correct assumption that I wanted them here. Josie's husband is the one who may join us yet, as we will see. Yes, I am fucking all four of them regularly, as you can see, and if Josie's husband joins us, he will be fucking all of us as well.

"That brings us to Sunday, and these lovelies here. Lucy, whom I've been screwing off and on for some time now. Ashley, who was itching to participate, from what I've been told. Eric, who proved to be more than just a brother to them, much to my satisfaction and theirs. I know and respect that Eric is a twink and a bottom, but still, he will be quite the stud in time. I don't do the cuckold, bull, and hot wife scene, I promise.

"Their mother, Heather, is very much a cougar in her own way, just like Cherry here. I enjoyed learning of their incestuous love affair between the foursome. Lucy, Ashley, Eric, and Heather ... all intimate with each other, their own flesh and blood, how delicious. I naturally look forward to bedding each of them whenever we wish and seeing them fuck each other as well. It's a very beautiful thing, this loving family of theirs.

"Then there is Jannat. My sweet new Arab babe. The way that you reacted to the news that I was a Jew, by seducing me instead of hating me ... that was something quite unexpected. Rather delicious, too. It caught me off-guard, as I gather that it did the rest of us. Jannat, I want you to know that you can tell us as much or as little as you wish about your past. This is your family now. You belong to us and we belong to you. You are safe here and will be for the rest of your life. Welcome home. This is your home now, too. None of us will tell your folks where you are. We will hide you as long as it is necessary. If you need to wear sunglasses, whatever, we will keep you safe. There is nothing to fear from us."

Jannat openly burst into tears, while pressing her soft, naked flesh against mine. She held tightly onto me for a little while, as if for safety, before planting repeated kisses on my face, my neck, and then my shoulders. She looked me in the eye with nothing but undisguised, unadulterated love. There was nothing of the usual feelings that one might stereotypically expect of her ... but, then that was the trouble with stereotypes.

"I love you, Mark Schumacher. I don't give a flying fuck that you're Jewish. Not only do I love you, but I adore you ... worship you. I'm head over heels in love with you. You saved me. I will never forget that. You rescued me from that life. I am yours. I belong to you, to my strange, crazy, lovable Jew, who didn't mind making love to an Arab girl. Do you know how rare that is? More than you might think, even if Anthony Weiner was a prominent exception. I hope that you're mine, too. I know that you belong to them, but I like to think of it how you said, that we all belong to each other, right?" Jannat presented that last remark as a mix of comment and query.

"Damn straight we do!" I smiled as I kissed Jannat with more than a little tongue.

"Anyway, thank you so much for taking me in! I will be very good to you, I swear!" Jannat's eyes burned with her passion.

"You already have been. Now, where was I? Oh, yes, next people to join us have been Anton and Tamara from my end of things, but since I got a little overzealous and applied a little blackmail in their case in my enjoyment of their predicament, I think that it would be only fair that they have a chance to opt out right now. Nothing will be said if they do, and they can even rejoin us later if they change their minds. In my enthusiasm and vindictiveness, I made it hard for them to decide what to do with themselves. For that, I apologize, and I let them make their choice now," I reflected on the one decision that I had serious qualms about morally in this whole arrangement.

"Hey, now. You don't get off that easily, lover. You broke us, you bought us. Right, Anton?" Tamara sought backup from her brother.

"Very true. I resented this more because I enjoyed it too much and I'm not used to being someone's bitch. Anyway, the deed is done. Like you said, it was the one taint on your record, yes? Like it or not, you broke us. We surrender. We're yours. Tamara really wants to have a threesome at some point between you, me, and her, but I imagine that would be no trouble even sooner. Face it, Mark, you're stuck with us," Anton now proved a lot friendlier than before.

"I get why you did it, too. It wasn't just enthusiasm, Mark. You wanted to redress the past injustice of us having power and you having none. I get that. I'm cool with that. Like he said, however, you are very much stuck with us. Frankly, I'm glad that you blackmailed us. I've never had so much fun in my entire fucking life. Something about being at your beck and call, you know. I have so much more that I want to do. I don't mind it at all. I haven't even been properly fucked by you, but I hope to change that very soon, of course. Even so, sucking your dick, pegging Anton, eating all that pussy and ass ... yummy. Make up your mind to it. We're staying," Tamara insisted.

"Oh, God, I'm so fucking turned-on, again!" Anton admitted, unable to stop himself from talking about it.

"Well, before we consider what to do about that and when, there is also the matter of Max Lavoisier. Welcome to our growing family, Max. Did you plan to stay with us permanently?" I spoke directly to Max.

"After this deal, are you fucking kidding me? Shelby got me for you guys, hook, line, and sinker. She snatched me up pretty well ... with, you know, her snatch. There is so much pussy and ass here that I'll go for it. Not to mention that I love cock, too. I'd be a fool to leave. Yep, I am one lucky bastard for meeting her during jury selection. Your niece is delicious. So is Eric, too, for example. Hell, yeah, I'm staying!" Max swore to me.

"Any girlfriends to add to the group?" Anton asked him.

"Afraid not, but there are some exes. They don't live in Texas, either. Louisiana and Florida instead. Specifically, New Orleans, Baton Rouge, and Miami. I was born in Port-au-Prince, Haiti, but my parents took me to America when I was just four. I don't remember Haiti at all. From what I've been told, that's a good thing. I was naturalized with my parents, of course, being a minor. I can still remember the pride in my parents when they took the oath that made them citizens of the United States of America. They wanted so badly to be Americans, and now they are.

"Anyway, not that I plan to steal her away or hoard her to myself, but may I marry Shelby? I know that it won't mean fidelity, that I will still have stud duties, and that she will want to bed the rest of us, too. That's not the point. I want to put my ring on her finger, in public, and call her my wife," Max proposed in a rather unorthodox way, but then this was an unconventional family.

"I have no issue with it if she doesn't. What do you think, Shelby?" I turned the question back on my niece, as the group finished calling in their personal days or whatever.

"Well, I would still have slut duties, just as Max has his stud ones for the family. Even so, Uncle Mark, I admit that the idea of becoming Max's wife appeals to me a lot. For one thing, I'm the one who introduced him to the group. Marrying him is like taking responsibility for my role there. Plus, there is just something about the look of absolute envy that I will get from other women when they realize that he's my husband. You know, with that big, thick package of his that thankfully fits the stereotype here.

"Plus, I just like the idea of standing up in public and being his bride. It's pity I can't be bride to both of you, plus Josie, but at least I can be for Max. I love it. Yeah, I'll marry the guy," Shelby blushed a little, surprisingly, but also beamed with her delight at the flattery, convincing me that a secret bonus reason for it was how much the compliment pleased her.

"It won't be a conventional wedding night, but I still look forward to it. I hope for at least a threesome out of the deal, maybe even a foursome. Either Josie, Mark, or both," Max intimated.

"Uncle Mark or Josie ... or both? Sweet. I hope for both. I would love to eat Josie out while getting DP'd by my uncle and husband. I can picture a train as well. Maybe I'll wear a strap-on or have Josie wear it instead. Or maybe we can trade off. What did you want with Uncle Mark, exactly, that night? Him to DP me with you, to fuck your ass while you fuck mine ... or was that my pussy, or both that you planned to screw?" Shelby asked Max before kissing each of us on the mouth, followed by Josie.

"Count me in, of course," Josie licked her lips and went back for another kiss with Shelby.

"All of those sound very nice, of course," Max admitted.

"Greedy bastard, but that's a good thing here. It's one of the things that I love about you. You're just as horny as I am. Just remember that as my husband, you own my pussy, but Uncle Mark owns my ass. Hell, if you think about the dynamic and the pecking order here, he owns yours, too. Not that I plan to deny you my ass or him any pussy. It doesn't work like that. Uncle Mark and you both get as much tail as you like, though Uncle Mark is the Boss.

"I don't know if Uncle Mark planned to get this far yet, but several of us already have plans to formally sign our bottoms over to him, in a gesture of symbolic and willing surrender of our hearts, minds, bodies, and souls as well. Would you like to do the same, fiancé?" Shelby raised the point.

"Yep. You're going to be my wife. Whatever you face, I face. We're in it together. Especially if it finally gets that fine dick of his up my butt," Max grinned back at Shelby.

"I'll do it, too, happily. Anything for my sweet Mark," Jannat spoke up, before pecking my face constantly with kisses again.

"Don't leave us out of that, honey!" Lucy insisted.

"Yeah, I want Mark to own my ass, plus Lucy's, Eric's, and Mom's," Ashley added.

"My sentiments exactly," Heather smiled at me.

"And mine," Eric made gestures that suggested that he wanted badly to have my cock up his ass.

"Don't forget us. Our butts are now his territory, his property, for sure," Tamara said, before going back to work south of my waist without me asking or telling her.

"And our mouths, apparently, too. Hell, let's just sign over the whole damn thing! Now, what do I need to suck or lick here?" Anton made his proposal.

"I'm game for that, if Max doesn't mind. It's not too close to real slavery for your comfort, is it?" Shelby asked.

"Nope. That was involuntary, forced. This is willing, happy, and ready. It's D/s, that's all. BDSM. You know?" Max spanked Shelby for a couple of swats, much to her delight, even if her buns got a little pink.

"Sounds great. However, that doesn't answer Anton's query. Anton, you stud, I want you to fuck Heather. I also want you to marry her. Yes, that's right. Heather. You can lick or suck her tits while you fuck her, but that dong of yours has rested long enough. Pound that dirty blonde bush of hers and drive it home. Make her squeal.

"Eric, fuck Josie while we watch. That should be nice and stimulating for us all. I suppose that with these issues being resolved soon, the orgy was just a matter of time. Then again, what's the harm in that? We'll have earned it. By the way, Jannat will be your wife. I want her safely married, so Faisal will be forced to give up his claim. Between that and the pregnancy, I hope to see Faisal and her parents give up and accept her independence from them. You're a perfect choice for her husband. Such a contrast to Faisal as he seems to be from how you've described him, Jannat," I remarked.

"Minor details such as the exact nature of our sex lives don't matter. That's between us, right?" Jannat smiled as she sucked on Ninve's fine tits.

"Precisely. That's ... very hot, Jannat. I love watching girls drink from Ninve's tits. They need to be ready for the baby, after all. Plus, I enjoy how it vulnerable it makes you look ... how nurturing she gets to be. Ninve is naturally that way, as you can see. Way to go, Ninve! Feed her your tits. Let her suck them nice and hard.

"Naturally, they will assume that Eric is the father. That should put the nail in the lid for any marriage plans of theirs. They can deal with it. If they don't like it, that's too bad. Of course, it's not a conventional marriage, but you will certainly get your fair share of Jannat's fine pussy, I promise you that much, Eric. And of course, your mother's, your sisters, etc.," I declared, while Tamara got busier, now deep-throating me to her full satisfaction.

"And plenty of hard cock in my ass and my mouth?" Eric grinned with anticipation, even while he guided his cock into Josie's cunt.

"You better believe that! As for any additions, we can all give our views, but in the end, I decide. Is that clear?" I laid down the law ... well, as best I could while Tamara now invited herself to sit on my cock and ride me at last.

"You've been working on that boner for a while now, huh? Wanting it nice and hard for your twat," I noted, as Tamara impaled herself on my dick.

"Guilty as charged. Like I said. You broke us, you bought us. We're your bitches now. This pussy is yours as well as Anton's. I want to make sure that you get full enjoyment from it. The only price is that it comes with me attached. Which means that you have to deal with my bitchy personality. Of course, for your sake, I'll do my best to tone down the bitchiness. However, I am your bitch now, so there is that. Now, please fuck me with that great cock of yours and show me no mercy! I've been waiting since yesterday to get that thing inside me!" Tamara urged me, clearly desperate for a good, hard fuck at my hands.

I lifted Tamara with my dick still inside her and lay her on her back, now facing me in the missionary position as I began ramming it harder inside her. I could hear Josie's moans in the background, followed by Heather's, as Eric and Anton respectively went for that sweet pussy and fucked like it was going out of style.

"Max, I want you to fuck Ana and Teresa in a threesome. Yeah, that's right, girls. Your turn for some nasty fun. Ana, bend over. You're getting it up the ass. Teresa, find that strap-on and prepare to peg Max. In five minutes, you'll swap places. Ana will bugger Max while he rams Teresa up the butt. Then, in another five minutes you'll switch back, with this back and forth happening until all of you cum.




My Wicked Ways Ch. 09-13



"Nydia, Cherry, grab Shelby and have your way with her. I know that she wants that. Sandra, I want you, Ninve, and Jannat in a daisy chain. Jannat eats Ninve's pussy and ass while you eat hers. Lucy and Ashley, do a 69 for me, will ya?" I instructed the rest of them.

"By the way, when we find a new place, it needs to have enough rooms for all of these people, Cherry. A big-ass nursery, too, for all of the babies that will pop out soon. It's gonna be a big, crowded, happy family, I can just tell. I hope to see each of us guys knock up at least a few of you, but we'll see how it goes. We'll just have to figure out how to balance, take turns, etc. to keep everyone doing their part while still satisfied. It will be an adventure," I smiled at each of them before losing my power of speech as Tamara's hips moved more frantically.

I thrust deeper and harder into that Serbian beauty's cunt, enjoying the look on her face, especially once I pinned her wrists and began thrusting much more ruthlessly inside her. She had a look of total, animal lust on her face, clearly enjoying being taken in such a rough manner. I was admittedly a bit tougher on her than I was on Jannat, since that cute Arab lover of mine was so vulnerable and affectionate with me. Tamara seemed far more focused on getting my dick balls deep inside her as much as she could. The other sex going on was more heard than seen this time, as Tamara seemed to really keep me on my toes with her wild antics. I had certainly possessed her in many ways, along with her brother, but it felt more like the stories of Lilith in the Midrash that I studied when younger this time. Her legs were on my shoulders the whole time as well, making it so much easier to thrust as far into her as I wished.

Even so, I heard plenty of noise as the orgy kept up, and they became louder moans, harder groans and grunts, and deep wails of absolute ecstasy disguised as agony. Finally, however, I could hear people relaxing as one person after another came and slumped from the calories they burned so early in the day. When Tamara screamed, became taut, and then totally went slack on me, I took that as my cue and unloaded a surprising amount of cum in her twat. I nearly went dizzy for a second and then steadied myself, realizing that I in particular to eat a bite. I had fucked Jannat twice and now Tamara once before even thinking about breakfast.

"Alright, ladies and gents. I say that we talk about any other issues over breakfast. Anyone have any preferences in food or wish to volunteer to cook?" I announced as I lay on top of Tamara for a moment or two.

"Allow me," Heather volunteered, not too surprising, except that she was new.

"And me. I always like to cook with Mom," Eric offered.

"Hey, if Mom and Eric get to cook, so do I," Lucy insisted.

"Same here," Ashley agreed.

"Alright, then, it's a family project, huh? The family that cooks together stays together... ," I teased the foursome, but gave them kisses anyway.

"And fucks together, of course. But for now, cooking together sounds wonderful," Heather winked at me, waving her bottom and hips as she led the way to the kitchen.

"I think that, so far at least, we're all getting along fantastically. I look forward to your cooking. We'll just sit and ogle your asses while you cook," I grinned.

"Why do you think that we're only wearing aprons?" Lucy teased me as well.

"Yep, have to show off our best assets, right?" Ashley giggled.

By now, the whole family was hungry enough to eat a whole damn buffet, myself included, so this would be an excellent start to the day ... replacing the calories that we used up and burned. Yes, a perfect new day and starting wonderfully well. I could get used to this, as could the rest of us, judging from the looks on everyone's face.

"With this ring, I take you unto myself as my own, my beloved companion for life. I swear to love you, to share my joys and pleasures with you, to share my life, my work, my lovers, and my bed with you. I swear not to let jealousy ruin what we have together. I swear to have a family with you, to grow old with you, and raise children together with you ... to be one with you in all things, joined together in body and soul. I am yours and you are mine," Cherry and I each said as we exchanged our rings.

"Do you, Cheryl Rosario Sanchez, take this man, Mark Twain Schumacher, to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or worse, in sickness and health, in poverty as in wealth, to love, honor, and obey, for long as you both shall live?" my sister Rachel asked Cherry as she officiated the wedding.

"I do," Cherry answered with a smile, relieved that the words "forsaking all others" were excluded from our wedding vows ... both of ours, of course.

Neither of us would stand for that double standard BS.

"Do you, Mark Twain Schumacher, take this woman, Cheryl Rosario Sanchez, to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or worse, in sickness and health, in poverty as in wealth, to love, cherish, and protect, for long as you both shall live?" Rachel now turned to me, smiling sincerely at the sight of her brother tying the knot.

"I do," I grinned at both of them.

"Then by the power vested in me by the State of Oregon, I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride," Rachel informed us, winking now at the couple in front of her.

The kiss lasted far longer than I expected, since Cherry didn't seem to want to come up for air.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you Mr. and Mrs. Mark Schumacher," my sister announced after we broke our passionate kiss.

"Now, I can officially call you 'Daddy', honey," Nydia, as maid of honor, whispered in my ear.

"So, baby brother, shall we bring in the next lucky couple?" Rachel asked me, taking the chance to surprise me by slipping her right hand down the back of my pants.

"By the way, I'm not wearing panties. I've got nothing on under this dress. Not even a bra," my sister flirted further with me.

"Sis, I agree. Let's do it," I announced, prompting Rachel to blush at my double entendre.

"When this wedding is over, meet me briefly in the guest house. Don't ask why. You already know," my sister whispered.

"Very well. Shelby and Max, please step forward," Rachel called on my niece and her fiancé, a former prospective juror at the same trial.

As they exchanged vows, Ninve and Sandra both took the opportunity to grope my ass and put their heads on my shoulders.

"Your sister has it bad for you, honey. She has great taste in men, and with Jean-Baptiste here, you could do with another woman or two. After all, Sandra and I will not as up to sex for a little while right after the births," Ninve observed.

"By the way, Jean-Baptiste dry humped my ass earlier before I put on my dress. I had to ask Josie to clean her husband's mess, but in doing so, she created another one by making me cum nice and wet. He cleaned that up for her," Sandra informed me in a low, soft voice.

"So, in other words, you were serviced by both man and wife," I teased her.

'Yep, if you want to call Jean-Baptiste a real man. At least his dick is real enough. He's not what I'd call a manly man, though," Sandra giggled.

"No hair. Smooth as ... Josie's buns. I won't say the other thing. It just sounds wrong in this context. Anyway, you're manlier for sure. All that nice body hair. I love it. My caveman," Ninve was only half-joking.

"Yep, Mark doesn't lack for testosterone for a man his age. All jokes about Mom being a cougar aside, she's not really that much older than Daddy," Nydia noted, licking her lips after kissing mine.

"That's right. He's forty this fall. Still a stud. Don't get me wrong. Smooth skin is nice, too, but in a different way. Sometimes, though, a girl just wants a hairy, manly, alpha type, like Mark here," Sandra agreed.

"My sentiments exactly. Why do you think that I insisted on putting the word 'obey' in there? It might shock others, but I meant it. Plus, it turns me on to think I am doubly committed to serving and obeying my husband here," Cherry smiled as we watched Shelby and Max kiss as bride and groom.

"You mean other than that contract which gives me your sweet ass for life?" I smiled with anticipation.

"Yes, that and my new vows. Both commit me to your service for the rest of my days, thank God. I love that," Cherry confessed.

"Don't forget his name tattooed on your butt, Mom, just like on mine," Nydia licked her chops as she thought of how hot it must be for me to fuck Cherry and her side by side with matching tattoos that announced my ownership of both ladies.

By now, it was Anton and Heather tying the knot. She had her own distinct way of celebrating once the vows were said, in that she lifted her wedding dress right afterward to moon us all. Sure enough, she had the tattoo as well, though I already knew that, of course. Actually, they all did except Ninve and Sandra, who were too far along for safe tattoos, and they naturally seemed eager to get inked as my property as well.

As it was, Heather was in the early stages of her own pregnancy, too, though none of us were sure of the paternity, given that she seemed to have been knocked up during a gang-bang the month before. All five of us guys had her at that time, starting with me, followed by Eric, Max, Anton, and Jean-Baptiste. Given her age, as with Cherry, this was likely to be her last baby. In fact, I had decided to insist upon it for the sake of the health of both women. They already had one high-risk pregnancy each. Those tubes were going to be cut and tied, per my instructions.

Shelby was finally pregnant, too, though again we weren't clear about paternity there, either. She was very happy, at least. Then again, she had five men and twelve women to service her if she ever got horny, which she often did. Admittedly, I was her favorite, and she made no attempt to hide that fact. I was her uncle, after all. Her tattoo even read "Uncle Mark's Property." Josie deliberately chose a matching one, which wasn't too surprising, as she had taken to calling me "Uncle Mark" as well. Her husband even got exactly the same words on his.

All of my ladies were present, both as witnesses and bridesmaids, though there wasn't much of an audience outside of our close friends. Ana and Teresa were there to marry as well, however, as were Eric and Jannat. Sure enough, it was now Eric's turn to legally wed Jannat. Everyone knew, however, that she belonged to me first. Then again, Eric might be my bitch, but his heart was still owned by his mother, Heather. He would always be a Mama's Boy, among other things. Jannat was mainly relieved to have an official husband, so that Faisal couldn't marry her after all, even if he found her.

Well, after Ana and Teresa wed, both wearing matching white gowns, incidentally, they kissed in front of all and we were pleased to hear the announcement that they were formally woman and wife (or was that wife and wife, I'm not sure). It was another triumph for marriage equality, or as I prefer to call it, marriage liberty. Now, to one day see plural marriage and incest marriage allowed, that would be progress indeed.

In fact, there was one more wedding, thrown in at the last minute, due to the opportunity, and thankfully, the two grooms brought in some guests for a slightly larger audience than we expected. They just arrived late and all, but they had their marriage license ready, and the men were very familiar to both of us. It was Ray and Daryl, Nydia's father and ex-husband respectively, taking the plunge to become man and husband, or whatever. Both men were stylish in their matching navy blue tuxedos. Ray had grown a more conspicuous mustache, one meant to advertise his sexual orientation a little more boldly, while Daryl remained clean-shaven, of course. One could certainly tell who wore the pants in that marriage, and it wasn't Daryl.

"Oh, Daddy, what a nice surprise!" Nydia hugged her father, not letting on that she also called me by the same affectionate title yet.

So there was a slight delay compared to the plans, but I was fine with that, knowing that Rachel seemed even more eager to jump my brotherly bones now. When the announcement was made and the two men kissed in front of us, Rachel almost literally tore me away the second that the kiss was over. She gave me the classic "come hither" which Sinatra rightly called witchcraft, while Tamara took photos of us all, and Lucy and Ashley whistled at my back.

Before I knew it, I was in the guest house, my belt was unbuckled, and then my pants were down. Rachel was on her knees in front of her younger brother, namely me, servicing my stiff cock with her lips and tongue as if her life depended on it. She looked up at me, her adoration for me rather surprising in a way. Then again, maybe she admired the way that I kept so many ladies satisfied, though not without help, of course.

I wasn't sure at the time, but I admit that I enjoyed that look of worship and adulation in my sister's eyes, given how she didn't always seem to regard me that way ... or did she? She hadn't seemed to think of me that highly when I was younger, but maybe I missed something. I wasn't sure of anything by now except that I enjoyed that mouth on my dick and those hands caressing my balls.

"Oh, God, Sis!" I nearly came, but Rachel abruptly stopped me, holding my cock in a tight grip with her right hand.

"Sorry, baby brother, but this is worth the wait," Rachel promised me, gesturing with her finger for someone to join us.

I was then treated to the sight of the most gorgeous woman to have ever graced the Indian subcontinent. She had to be about my own height, but wasn't my weight exactly. Mind you, I was in the best shape that I had been in years, due to frequent sex which kept burning the calories and regular hikes to enjoy nature on and near my new property. Still, Katrina was even more toned, for reasons that I didn't quite know yet.

"Are you from Hollywood or Bollywood?" I quipped, honestly not sure about the latter.

"No, but thank you for the flattery. I'm Katrina Singh, Rachel's personal trainer ... very personal," she said, kissing my sister ardently on the lips.

"I can see that. Pleasure to meet you," I nervously said, still a bit hard, to put it mildly.

"Oh, no, Mark, sir ... the pleasure is all mine," Katrina said, kneeling down to join Rachel as the latter resumed sucking my cock.

"You know my name, I see," I chuckled, as the ladies hungrily gave me some serious head.

"Oh, God, yes!" Katrina winked, licking my balls as well.

Rachel then started focusing on the head of my dick, trying to make that I was almost desperate to cum, or so it seemed. After this, she began swallowing my cock again, all the way to the very base. I groaned, unable to stop myself much longer, and that was when Rachel let go to turn it over to Katrina. The Indian vixen practically inhaled my dick, deep-throating it so ravenously that I exploded dangerously close to her windpipe.

"Oh, fuck, yes, give me some of that sweet cum!" Rachel insisted, slipping Katrina a fantastic amount of tongue to share and swirl my spunk.

Then the pair led me to the bedroom in the guest house and got busy pleasuring me. Rachel and zeroed in on my cock, sucking it with gusto, while Katrina stripped first to the buff. It was then that I noted the tattoo on her ass. It read "Slut For Mark Schumacher."

Seeing the look on my face, Rachel winked and stopped sucking me long enough to bare her bottom for me, showing that hers read, "Baby Brother's Love Slave."

"When did you gals get this?" I asked them, astonished, while Rachel lay down and resumed sucking my dick with gusto.

"After meeting Ninve the first time. Well, her and Sandra. They introduced the others, led me on a guided tour of my baby brother's estate, and let me see how much love you really had in you. I knew that you had a big heart, but damn, baby brother! You have no idea how much this whole arrangement turns me on. Consider this our pitch to join your harem, baby brother," Rachel insisted on calling me by the same pet name that she always used so affectionately.

By now, I was used to it ... mostly, though the look that I gave them clearly indicated that it was still a minor irritant.

"Oh, come now, baby brother? Don't you get it? You're my brother, but you're also my baby. I meant it in a good way, always did, though of late it's much more sexual. Please let me keep calling you that! I will say it most respectfully and will always obey you, even while using it, I swear. We've always been close, right?

"Remember when I mooned you those times, flashed you my tits at other times? Remember when we did simulated sex to fuck with my ex? I was so wet that I had a hard time not actually going through the real thing. Remember when you held me and let me cry myself to sleep in your arms, naked, even though it gave you a boner and you were very uncomfortable with that? Remember when you spooned with me and I felt your hard-on against the crack of my ass?

"Remember when you fucked my college roommate as a favor to me, since she was lonely and horny, despite the fact that she had been vicious to you? You did that for me, I know, although you clearly enjoyed it and so did she. She later confessed that if you had wanted back into her panties at any point in the future, she could never have refused you. She was also extra nice to you after that, wasn't she? A complete one eighty in her attitude toward you, wasn't it?

"She also told me that I was in love with you and that if I was smart, I shouldn't let you get away. I didn't believe her or listen to her, but she was right. And she paid you the ultimate compliment. She said that you fucked like a man, but you loved every woman that you fucked, every last one of them. She also said that she didn't stay with you only because she got back with her boyfriend, whom she loved, but that she didn't trust herself around you too much ... didn't trust herself not to throw herself at your feet for another chance at your booty. And she kept hinting at a threesome after they broke up and you were long gone, much to my disgust at the time," Rachel reminded me, talking between hungry licks to my cock and balls, while Katrina steadily rimmed my ass.

"I remember that she was kinky as hell. Kept wanting me to drag you into bed with us. Wanted it in the ass three times during that little weekend. She was practically obsessed with sodomy. A real anal sex fiend. Shockingly tight back there, though, given her fascination with it," I recalled with some delight, even as the ladies pleasured me.

"Actually, she was an anal virgin until you. You hooked her on it. She couldn't get enough after that, though none of the other guys knew how to match up to your standards, which were now hers. You really raised the bar for the other poor fellas, baby brother. And, yes, she really wanted you, me, and her to be a ménage a trois. That was a constant theme of her fantasies, between boyfriends, of course. She settled for those guys, but really wanted us. Both of us. She even kissed me in the shower a few times. It got very tense and awkward right before I graduated, as I wasn't ready to try girls yet," Rachel confessed to me, still taking turns licking and sucking me with Katrina.

"You really had some fun ideas, but I always sensed that you were holding back for some reason, that you were afraid to do what you really wanted. I thought for a while that you were a lesbian, in fact, but I realize now that you weren't. I also felt that you and I could have been great lovers, had things been different, of course. I wanted you badly. I didn't know how you honestly felt about me, other than sisterly affection, that was. It was Hershel, though, wasn't it? In the back of your mind, it was always Hershel," I explained my side of things.




My Wicked Ways Ch. 09-13



"I was holding back ... holding back my love for you. Not just lust, but actual love for you, my baby brother. I know now that I've been in love with you for years. I fell in love with you the night after the abortion, when Mom and Dad treated me like a leper, but you let me climb into bed with you like when we were kids, just so you could hold me.

"I cried and confessed that I felt guilt over what felt like murder to me, that I had life inside me, but was too gutless to stand and defend it from my parents. They blamed me for everything, considered me the tramp who ruined or threatened to ruin their golden boy, Hershel, who could do no wrong with them. The abortion was to save his future, not mine. You comforted me and told me that it was their fault, that they were our parents and bullied me into it. You were so wise, despite being younger than me. You were so caring. You were so ... loving.

"Just like the night of the rape, actually, which to be honest wasn't totally a rape. Not entirely. I was drunk and stoned, which I shouldn't have been at my age, I guess. Not sure if that was really such a bad thing, but I lay down naked as usual. I was both horny and tired, so I fingered myself to a climax, before going to sleep for a little bit. That was when I felt hands on my bottom, rubbing my cheeks, much to my gratification. I really enjoyed that part. I always have liked my buns being rubbed, I guess. Then I felt several fingers in my pussy, plus another few in my asshole, also stimulating me and making me rather horny. To be honest, I really loved it.

"The trouble came when Hershel then took that as his opening to just ram his cock inside me. I was a virgin, truth be told, though not without having played around a little. I had been fingered before, felt up, fisted, eaten out, even. I had sucked cocks. I just hadn't taken a cock in my cunt before. He was just too big to go easy inside me, much like this dick would be without the proper preparation. I screamed in pain, but he muffled my mouth, and I wet myself in terror, but he kept fucking me, very hard. I still enjoyed it, once I accepted that it was going to happen, but I couldn't stand myself after that. I showered to get him off me. I was numb for several hours. I tried to explain it away, figure it out, assume the blame, all that BS.

"Then you came home, dog tired, and I slipped into your bed. I had to, Mark. I needed you. I needed the one guy who wouldn't judge me, who never had. The baby brother who still loved me and treated me like I was great, not horrible. Other sisters were embarrassed by their brothers, but I saw you and always found comfort with you. I always begged for approval from Hershel and our parents, but you gave love and acceptance freely, without charge, without demands from me.

"If I wasn't so traumatized right then, who knows what I might have done? If you had wanted to fuck, I would have given you freely what Hershel took by force. Yet you didn't push, didn't ask, didn't assume a thing. You just held me, stroked my hair, and tolerated what had to be a real cock tease, being naked in bed with your sister. For some reason with you, I didn't want to wear clothes to bed, nor when alone. I felt your boners and it plagued me, but you didn't press your advantage.

"This was where it got weird. Marcy was also there for me. Shelby's mother. Marcy Swenson, whom I ... seduced. Yes, that was my first lesbian encounter. It was my idea, but it disgusted me afterward. I felt physically ill, which at the time I took to mean that I didn't like girls, but now I understand. It was because she was his at heart. I felt Hershel's presence, in bed with us, and it revolted me, sickened me, even. She comforted me, but I didn't want anything to do with her after that. I just couldn't. 

"I've apologized since about it and she forgave me, but she also told me that I was never going to be whole until I loved you the way that she loved Hershel, for all of his horrors. I understood her meaning and I later was saddened to learn that she had overdosed, of course. Unrequited love crushed her. Your brother's failure to requite it, that is. For years after that, lesbian sex disturbed me even as it appealed to me. I was very conflicted about it until I met Katrina and she taught me that I was bi and that I should enjoy that fact, completely. What is your saying, Katrina?" Rachel continued, while still alternating between licks and speech.

"Never settle for one sex," Katrina giggled, as she went back to licking my ass and my taint.

"Anyway, it was Katrina, along with the women in your family, plus Marcy and my roommate Stephanie, who all helped me gradually understand what I really wanted, and why I was so receptive to those hands on my tush that night. Deep down ... I hoped that it was you. I wanted it to be you. If it had been you ... God, I would have been yours for life, right then. I would have been putty in your hands, just like I am now. You would never have been so ... brutal, after all. I would have done anything, given anything that you asked of me, I swear," Rachel clarified, by now noting that my cock was stiff again.

"It's not too late, Sis," I reacted as my sister and her lover went back to going down on me.

"No, not too late, thank God," Katrina spoke her piece.

"Hence why we're here. We want in this harem. We want it so bad we can taste it! Just like we can taste your fine cock and balls here," Rachel urged me.

"And this tasty ass of yours," Katrina gave me another lick to reinforce her point.

"So, this is how my husband and my sister plan to spend their first afternoon after the wedding," Cherry announced herself as she stepped through the open bedroom door.

"Well, don't worry, honey, there's plenty more of him to go around, from what I can tell. I just had to have him now. I couldn't wait any longer. Can you blame us? Neither of us could stand any further delay," Rachel explained, as she straddled my cock.

"Oh, I'm not jealous, sweetie! I share Mark all the time, often with Nydia, sometimes with Ninve, Sandra, etc. You get the picture. Incest is pretty damn hot, anyway. I just want to watch right now, if that's okay with you," Cherry reassured her.

"My sentiments exactly," Nydia grinned, walking in on the action.

Right then, I was too busy impaling Rachel with my hard cock to really reply, but I truly enjoyed having an audience, I admit. When Katrina moved her pussy over to my face, I gave it a few tentative licks and then dove right into her cunt, licking away at that slit like it was going out of style. Her sweaty skin and her sweet snatch tasted absolutely scrumptious together, not to mention her bottom as I started rimming her ass, too.

It was an incredible experience, having my own sister ride my dick at last (and I admit that I've wanted this for a long time), while her Sapphic lover used my face for a seat. While I had a lot of ladies in my life now, I just couldn't turn these two saucy women away. Thankfully, I had help now, with four other guys in the household, and as Ninve observed, Sandra and she would soon be out of commission for at least some of our usual escapades until their pussies healed. Including my sister and her domestic partner made all of the sense in the world. It was high time that I gave Rachel what both of us really wanted, not to mention doing for Katrina what she clearly enjoyed with my mouth and tongue.

I buried my face so thoroughly in Katrina's twat that she later told me that she felt as if she were melting into me, unable to tell any longer where I ended and she began. Meanwhile, Rachel was having an incredible time, at last bouncing up and down on the dick that she had craved for her entire adult life. She evidently had a craving for me that was never going away, and especially not now. She got off on knowing that she was with me, with her baby brother, at last. She and I had both desired and fantasized about this day, and here it was.

As for Katrina, well, I devoured her, I'm not ashamed to say. I loved eating her pussy, taint, and ass, licking her thoroughly and kissing her buns repeatedly as well. That sweet Punjabi booty of hers was just too delectable to leave alone for too long. Her sweaty cheeks with their deliciously earthy skin were just too yummy not to lick, kiss, and even bite playfully, much to her intense delight. Her orgasm spoke volumes as her pussy juice sprayed my face with its sweetness.

By now, having been able to set the pace and also exploit the reduced desperation of my cock and balls to empty themselves, Rachel at last came messily on my dick. I couldn't hold back now that I gotten my sweet sister off at last and knew that I had justified her faith ... I simply unloaded my seed into her cunt, filling it with my cum. As of now, I truly softened at last and Rachel was able to lie down with her hair on my chest, much how she had snuggled up with me before, only this time after a damn good fuck.

The women kissed each other on the lips as Katrina now lay on my other side and all three of us took a nap to snuggle up together. We enjoyed the afterglow effect of our sweat together on our tangled bodies as we relived the better parts of our past ... and now Katrina was involved ... thank God for that. She clearly aimed to please me, after all, which made things even better for us all.

"Thank you, baby brother."

"Welcome home, Sis," I smiled as we kissed in bed, her, Katrina, and I ... we almost completely forgot that we were watched as we fucked at last.

Truly, guest house or not, they were home ... with me, in my arms at last ... and with each other.

Katrina had just about screamed out her lungs as I rammed her from behind, while Ninve and Sandra played with my balls and ass respectively. The Indian personal trainer had found many new ways to get me into even better shape in the past week since we met, and her only fee was inclusion in my new household, plus my bun in her oven, of course. Her biological clock was ticking, just like Rachel's, though I was frankly more worried about the latter's health due to the scar tissue from the abortion so many years back. Katrina was especially fertile right then, and God, I loved fucking her into the next day!

I had fifteen women and four men to satisfy, but I seemed to have found my pace, between the vitamins, the exercise regimen, and the extra cocks around to fill the void. Granted, Ninve and Sandra were actually far hornier than usual, due to their pregnancy hormones, but I also knew that I should revel in that, since they would be too sore for two or three months after giving birth, not to mention very tired. Of course, the extra eyes watching the youngsters would help, as would the promised availability of my princesses' bottoms, but I was well aware that on balance they would have to slow down and wouldn't have as much enthusiasm for sex for a while as they adjusted to being new moms. That was okay, since they would bounce back, they were sexy as ever, they had more than a little help from the others, and most importantly I loved them for a lot more than just their delicious Middle Eastern bodies.

It was also important that I had reached an understanding with the harem: no more outsiders, for any of us. We had our group. We knew each other. We had time for each other, but no time to waste on getting any strange. Besides, no matter how sexy those other people might be, we loved each other. We had all formed a weird, mystical family bond with one another. We were a family now, a tribe even, but we had reached our limit. We would be raising another generation as well, so that had to be a priority as well.

My fantasies had come true, but there was always a price, and that tag was simple: I was going to be a father, several times over, and needed to make sure that I stayed home a bit more. All of us would have to change our lifestyle, spend less time and money partying, and get used to being somewhat domesticated. This was true of both the ladies and the gentlemen, naturally. This didn't mean no fun, but it meant being more of a homebody, though we fully intended to keep in shape. There was no sense in going to seed, was there? Complacency was a danger to avoid in a poly household just as in a monogamous one.

"Ah, fuck, yes, cum in me! Fucking cum in me, already!" Katrina begged me as she sprayed my dick with her own juices.

I couldn't deny that lovely Punjabi girl, so I gave her exactly what she wished, creaming her sweet slit with help from those wonderful hands as well as that exquisite twat. My seed filled her snatch, rather close to the womb as I had bottomed out in her, but still far enough away not to damage anything. I then flipped her over and pulled her up for a steamy French kiss, meant to drive home that I loved her dearly.

When we broke that kiss, I planted another lip lock on Ninve just to remind her that she was still one of my two Assyrian princesses and would always be special to me. She held on for dear life, grateful that I still wanted to kiss a woman so far along in the family way, only coming up for air when she desperately needed to do so. I was a little winded when Sandra gave me a tongue kiss just seconds later that made it clear that she still adored me. This love that I had for each woman was unique in each case, despite being multiplied by fifteen. Every woman in my harem was truly a sweetheart and I treasured each of them in a particular way. They were not just some kind of sexual commodity, not just objects, but lovely people for whom love and lust mingled perfectly and whom I deemed irreplaceable. Hell, even the guys meant something to me, though I was still partial to the gals.

"Hey, Princesses, don't forget to take your vitamins," I reminded them of their prenatal pills.

"Honey, take yours, too, please. You have a lot of girls to gratify, don't you, lover?" Ninve commented, not even slightly resentful in her tone.

"You're one hell of a woman, you know. Not jealous, not possessive, just loving, sharing ... caring. You're wonderful. That goes for both of you, actually. Hell, it's true of all of my ladies," I smiled at Ninve and Sandra, while I winked at Katrina.

"Baby brother, you can't fight destiny. Yours is to be a stud for the finest ladies around, if I might dare to boast," Rachel spoke up behind us, taking the chance to grab one of my butt-cheeks in the process.

"What she said," Ninve grinned, while Sandra snickered.

"So, you're all just using me for sex. I get it now," I teased the women.

"Well, think about it, honey. When I first proposed this deal, it was a lot fewer women, yes, but I really, desperately wanted to share you with other lucky girls. I was more than ready for what that meant and I was happy not only to give you that joy, but also to share my bliss with the ladies in question. That was last New Year's Eve, if I recall correctly, but it seems a century ago. A century of mind-blowing, earthshaking, heart thumping, leg-jellying sex with so many sweet lovers that I have never been the same and could never go back to monogamy if I tried.

"I have been unquestionably your woman since Halloween, but every day, I'm reminded of how much more that becomes so. Daily, I experience your love, lust, passion, affection, desire, etc. so much that I get weak in the knees at times just from touching you. You're a god and bedding you makes me feel like a goddess. You're a king and coupling with you makes me feel like a queen. In your arms, I'm not the fat, knocked-up, unemployed slut that some of my old friends think of me. Instead, I'm a sexy, sensual seductress, a voluptuous nymph with the love of a great man and the seed of that man in my womb. I've become a real woman in your bed, in your arms, under your body as you thrust yourself inside me.

"So I share you with other fortunate ladies, so what? They are lucky, too. I have never felt as loved with anyone else as I have with you. You know that I'm fat and you love me, anyway. Okay, okay, so you consider me buxom or plump, but the point is still that you not only love me but desire me the way that I am, with nothing changed at all. That means more to me than anything else ever could. My exes all had some complaint, some gripe, or problem with me that amounted to something that I would have to change to be theirs. You like me the way that I am, and you've never treated me as flawed, even though I am. I see how you are with the others, so loving and accepting, and I realize, especially with Rachel's case that you have been that way for most of your life.

"I don't know when I understood that you really loved me for who I am, but at some point, it became clear to me and I couldn't believe my good luck. To not be yours for life would be not only unthinkable, but completely unbearable. Sandra feels the same way, trust me. I think that it should be clear by now that I speak for ... us. All of us. What I say goes for all of your lovers. With you, we feel happy and safe. With you, we feel loved and accepted. With you, we feel cherished, valued, treasured, and adored.

"So, here it goes, since I don't dare to put this off. Marry us, please. All of us. I know it's not legal, but we've talked about it and someday, it will be. Marry all of your lovers, men and women alike. We'll do this in stages if you wish or all at once, but we all want to marry, and then properly consummate the marriage. Even Cherry wants to renew her vows already. It's what we want. We've talked it over. This is how we feel. We have the contracts signed already. We have the tattoos. Now we just want to exchange rings and vows in each other's presence.

"What do you think, baby?" Ninve finally asked me.

"Is this what all of you want?" I asked to be sure, "not that I doubt Ninve, but I have to ask."

By now, the entire household had gathered around us, so I could tell from the cat-calls, hoarse shouts, wolf whistles, and rebel yells that they approved. Several of the ladies gave me thumbs-up, too.

"Marry us, Uncle Mark," Shelby urged me.

"Yes, marry us, baby brother," Rachel agreed.

"Marry us, Daddy," Nydia pleaded while stroking her clit at even the thought of it.

"You know I'm your bitch, Mark. Might as well say so," Max rather bluntly told me.

"Yeah, marry me, lover," Sandra enticed me with her silky voice.

"Think of it, consummating nineteen marriages. That can be done in exactly nineteen days, hours, whatever. Might want to go in alphabetical order, of course," Jannat encouraged me, licking her lips as she stared at my cock.

It was clearly a consensus, so I smiled and decided to go ahead with those tentative plans that we had for formalizing this group marriage and make them very concrete indeed. The thought certainly got my blood pumping back into my dick, of course. Then Jean-Baptiste pulled the big surprise.

"I want to marry you as a wife, not a husband. I want to change my name to Jeanne Schumacher and walk down the aisle in a bridal gown, like a proper bride. I've been the groom, now I would like to be the bride, you see. Think of me as your sixteenth wife, not your fourth husband, if you please," he requested, making Josie giggle.

"Oh, ma cherie, you would make such a lovely bride, too! Very pretty, though you must get a full body wax or shave. You need to be properly smooth, my dear. I love it, anyway! Can we renew our vows as a lesbian couple, then?" Josie proposed.

"Fine with me, and I agree. Jeanne is much more what Jean-Baptiste really is. She wants to be a woman, let her be one. We must all formally wed each other, all of us. We can consummate in one grand orgy, of course, and I'll be sure to take the pills to go all night, with presumably a honeymoon to follow it. How about it? A honeymoon cruise for all of us? We can book it all together and enjoy ourselves much better then. We need to do this soon, however, since Ninve and Sandra look almost ready to burst," I winked at my lovers.




My Wicked Ways Ch. 09-13



"Relax, it's close to two months away, honey," Ninve promised me with a kiss.

"Yeah, I'm all up for a cruise, just the twenty of us," Sandra backed her up while stroking my dick.

"And on that note, anyone object if I want to ride Mark for all that he's worth?" Lucy requested.

"I never minded before, so why would I start?" Shelby told her with a kiss.

"Damn straight ... or whatever," Ana snickered, followed by Teresa.

So, now I had a plan for the family and it was only a matter of putting it into effect. God, I love polygamy!

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.

"How do you know that she wouldn't be jealous instead?" I asked my niece, who had put her food and mine on the same plate so that she could eat while seated there.

"Because I read her diary and other things. I know how she felt. Rick and she used to be swingers and she never resented Hershel for other women, just for dropping her. She offered him an open marriage, in fact, gladly, but he turned it down because he didn't want to marry her at all. That would mean accepting fatherhood and settling down. She was willing to be a service wife, too, follow him from base to base, wherever Uncle Sam sent him. He just didn't care. Anyway, enough about his loser ass. My ass is a lot nicer, anyway," Shelby deliberately squirmed and kissed me repeatedly during the meal.

"That it is. Very delicious, in fact. I love fucking and rimming it, both," I smiled and kissed her back with a good amount of tongue.

"I note that you refuse to call him Dad these days. Is that because he doesn't deserve it?" I hated to mention it, but it needed to be clear, so I could understand her frame of mind.

"Hell, yes, it's for that reason! The man was a jerk to Mom, to you, and to Aunt Rachel here. Sorry for even bringing him up, Aunt Rachel," Shelby replied with disgust concerning her father.

"No worries. He is my brother and he still lives, more's the pity. Now, this brother of mine here is a whole different cat. He knows how to make this pussy purr for sure," Rachel switched topics from Hershel to me as she planted a lip lock on me that would make the Pope hard.

"God, yeah! Just wait until the cruise. I'm finding several minutes alone with Uncle Mark and I'm gonna drain his balls nice and good. Don't worry, he'll recover for the rest of ya, but I have to fuck my dear uncle. But then, you already knew all that. I'm just saying it out loud," Shelby now ground her booty against my cock, obviously trying to revive it.

"At this rate, my sweet niece, you won't have to wait for the cruise, but we'll be in danger of running late," I warned her as I ate several more torn bits of biscuits smothered with thick gravy, not that I minded.

"Threesome?" Rachel proposed, clearly suggesting that she, Shelby, and I make it a family affair.

"I could go for that. You do have a rather yummy cunt, at least the few times I've gotten a taste of it lately. I imagine that Uncle Mark would love to fuck his sister and his niece at the same time," Shelby winked at her.

"Fuck her now, that's what I say. We'll make it to the cruise, honey. Just give that saucy niece of yours the fucking of the century. Remind her of why she loves her uncle's cock the best of all. No offense, Max. Yours is very nice, but incest is fucking wild," Rachel egged us on.

"None taken, sweetie. I've had more tail since I've joined this group than I did last year put together, and that's saying a lot," Max chuckled.

"Just for that, Max, you get to fuck any ass you want while I'm screwing Shelby here. Anyone object to that reward?" I asserted.

"Nope. We signed our butts over to you, remember?" Josie blew me a kiss.

"Oh, God, then ... Josie. I want to fuck Josie, nice and hard. I want to fuck her ass while Jeanne fucks her pussy," Max requested, much to Josie's blushing delight.

Before I knew what had happened, I was once again buried in some very fine twat, belonging to my sexy niece Shelby, while my face was stuffed with Rachel's tits. I was still seated, my cock mounted by the luscious blonde who was the spitting image of my old crush, her mother, Marcy. Shelby then put her lips on the other tit and I sank my fingers into Rachel's dripping snatch, fingering her for the hell of it.

In the meantime, Shelby's husband Max, whom she met and screwed when she was briefly considered for jury duty, was busily laying some seriously thick pipe with Josie, even while she got fucked by Jeanne from the other end. He didn't last too long, however, especially not when Anton shoved his cock into Josie's mouth and the French-Canadian lady came hard from the triple fuck. All three men unloaded into Josie, leaving her a very messy girl between those loads leaking from her holes. Instead of objecting, she simply cleaned up the cocks that pleasured her and licked up even the drops that hit the floor.

I now shot off my spunk right as Shelby came and lightly bit Rachel's tit, not enough to break the skin. This in turn was the final straw that made Rachel cum as well, since she enjoyed the pain more than she cared to admit. She sprayed my fingers with her juices and I licked them off immediately after that. Rachel didn't seem to mind, as she proved by orally cleaning my dick of any traces of Shelby on it.

"Wow, previews of coming attractions from the cruise, or should that be cumming attractions?" Nydia teased us all before her mother swatted her on the ass, albeit playfully.

"Now, now, we're all gonna have our way with Mark, sooner or later. No sense in being coy about it. Let's just enjoy the fact that we're going to use him fifty ways to Sunday and drain his balls by the end of each day. It's nothing that we don't every chance we get here as well. It's just on a cruise, with other people around. Which should make it nice and steamy indeed," Cherry half-seriously chided her daughter.

"Mom, I say this with love, but kiss my ass," Nydia teased her mother.

"Okay," Cherry grinned wickedly and knelt to spread her daughter's cheeks and rim her ass.

"Oh, fuck, Mommy! Oh, God!" Nydia reacted to the delightful sensation of Cherry's tongue between her buns.

"Payback time for that incident with the pizza order, sweet-cheeks. This is what happens when there is a tongue sliding up and down your crack. Hard to think straight, ain't it?" Cherry wouldn't let go of her daughter's butt, either, licking as if her life counted on it.

"Yes, Mommy! Eat my ass, Mommy!" Nydia reverted to calling Cherry "Mommy" during sex, as always.

"Give Mommy that delicious ass of yours! Let Mommy eat you out!" Cherry encouraged her daughter's choice of words, as she typically did.

Lucy and Ashley were now so aroused that they grabbed Heather and sandwiched her between them. Lucy's tongue was far inside Heather's snatch while her mother found herself eating Ashley's cunt. Obviously, mother-daughter incest was a thing now in our household, much to my whole-hearted approval. Few things are as intimate and delightful as a mother and her daughter or daughters making sweet love to each other, at least in my book.

This scene kept me from getting too soft, so I stood up, grabbed Rachel, spread her cheeks, lubed her up, and eased my cock into her asshole from behind. She took a moment to adjust to my cock back there, but my sister soon really got into it, once she had adapted to my girth. My dick was about average length, truthfully, but abnormally thick, and it could be painful as well as extremely pleasurable depending on the preparation and lube or lack thereof.

Rachel reacted to the butt-fucking as if she had died and gone to Heaven or something. She pushed back furiously, turned hot pink in color, and soon her muscles cramped for a moment until they clenched down on my cock. What jizz had stayed in my balls before was now forcibly released into Rachel's colon, which only made her repeat her orgasm with the satisfaction of knowing that she had emptied my balls for now with her fantastically tight butt.

"Thank you for taking my anal cherry, baby brother. God, that was incredible!" Rachel confessed to me as I withdrew from her bottom.

"You were an anal virgin? I was first to sodomize you?" I expressed some surprise, but shouldn't have, as Rachel definitely had some issues with most men thanks to Hershel and our father.

"I wanted to lose it to a guy and wanted that guy to be you. No other man I could trust. Now you've taken it. Katrina's probably thrilled, too, that she can peg my ass with her strap-on now," Rachel winked at her lover as we kissed with all of the passion of forbidden love.

"Well, thank you for that trust in me. It's a signal honor, I swear. I feel very honored to be first in your butt and I highly recommend it to others. You have a very nice tush indeed, Sis," I assured her as everyone returned to Earth after those incredible sex acts at the breakfast table.

"Thank you, baby brother. I love calling you that before, during, and after we fuck, by the way. I love being reminded that you're not just my brother, but that brother, the one who loved me before I even loved myself," Rachel told me as we made out.

"Reminders of incest are a major turn-on. I think that I'll start calling Sandra 'cousin' whenever we fuck," Ninve agreed as we all freshened up.

The others hit the showers soon in turn, as we readied for the honeymoon cruise. We didn't want to be late, after all. We had no idea just how great it would prove to be, but we looked forward to it, anyway. As we began our trip to the docks where the cruise ship awaited, I felt a smooth hand in mine and looked at Jannat, whose hand it was and who had never even dreamed of a luxury cruise before. She looked good enough to eat, but that was a matter for another time. Still, she was a stunning beauty as ever and I could see the happiness in her eyes as she realized that this was real, once again she didn't have to pinch herself. It was a common issue for Jannat, who was still adjusting to life being so damn good to her at last.




My Wicked Ways Ch. 09-13



Then again, life was great for all of us right then. Who would have guessed that the world was about to get fucked sideways without an ounce of lube? Or that my tribe of polyamorous, bisexual deviates would help save civilization, such as it could be saved, under my command? I certainly never had such a strange thought in my head, not even once.

Life really is stranger than fiction, as the saying goes. It certainly has been for me.

*****

This is the end of this section. The next stage is the honeymoon cruise, which I hope to get into soon. After that, there is the matter of the apocalyptic events that turn Mark from a mere polygamist to the leader of a new society in the ruins of the old.



My Wicked Ways Ch. 14-17



"So, this is quite the big, happy family, I see," the cruise director, a sultry Asian woman in what looked to be her early forties, smiled as she saw us walk onto the cruise ship.

"I'll say," Rachel laughed, winking at our hostess in a surprisingly risqué manner ... I assumed that it was only playful, of course.

I didn't really get a good look at our director right then, as Shelby kept groping me and Katrina provided her own share of distractions by dropping things and finding excuses to bend over and show off the toned muscles of her buns. I only saw the back view for much of the time and it was impressive enough in its own way. What I saw of her front was also pleasing, but it wasn't up close because Rachel, who had booked the cruise, seemed to monopolize her attention. It wasn't intentional, or at least I didn't think so, but it was frustrating that they interacted more as if Rachel were our travel agent rather than just the person who reserved the suites.

I should have known, of course, that Rachel was up to something, and sure enough, she was. I was totally exhausted and badly needed a rest, so I didn't object when the ladies and gentlemen went out for a little recreation. Most of the women were pregnant, so they wouldn't drink, and we were exclusive to others by mutual assent, so I naturally viewed it as simply innocent rest and recreation. The guys might have gone for some beers or tennis, while the ladies might have wanted to lounge and enjoy the view of the ocean as well as the smell of the salt air. I took a quick shower and jumped naked into bed.

However, while I rested, I felt a body slip into bed next to me. It was a clearly feminine one and it seemed to be familiar enough with and to me for me not to worry about it. Perhaps one of the ladies had been lonely or seasick and needed to recover, I thought sleepily, not thinking much of it. When I awoke half an hour later, I felt kisses following the length of my spine. Again, I didn't protest, just relaxed and enjoyed the evident affection of whichever lady it was.

My cock hardened as the lips and tongue reached my tailbone, after which soft female hands spread my cheeks, and began kissing, rimming, and sucking my ass. Before long, they moved on to my taint, licking and loving their way to my balls. When the mysterious woman started playing with my balls in her mouth, I shivered for a second, especially once one hand started stroking my cock and a finger slipped into my asshole.

Now that my dick was stiff as could be, the same pair of lips enveloped my cock and began feverishly pleasing me with their owner's mouth and tongue. When another, more masculine pair of hands separated my buns and something cold was eased into my sphincter, followed by what was clearly a nice, hard cock.

Meanwhile, the soft, feminine mouth was replaced by what could only be a very warm and wet pussy engulfing while its possessor planted constant kisses on my face and lips. Before I knew it, I was balls deep inside that sweet twat and the man was just as far inside me. He began actively fucking my butt and I reacted instinctively by driving hard within the woman. It was quite the vigorous threesome, and I was now quite awake, though it was dim inside the room.

Only then did I notice that the woman pleasuring me was not of my harem. I panicked for a moment, but she put a finger to my lips and winked at me. I realized the lady in question was Asian, too, and it dawned on me that she was the cruise director. She buried her head in my chest and began lovingly kissing it, too. At the same time, I felt my hips bucking even harder as the man behind me thrust more furiously. I naturally wondered if he was of my harem or not, but at this point it was too late to resist. I was too far gone in the act and I figured that I would have to explain the incident later. I wasn't going to lie to my spouses, after all.

Suddenly, I felt a pulsation of the cock buried in my asshole, followed by a release of hot, thick cum inside me. A limp dick slipped out of my butt, just as I pumped my own seed within my rather amorous hostess. The reaction was pure electricity, as the woman began clinging to me and even digging into my flesh with her nails. It was painful for a moment, but still flattering as I now knew that she came right after me.

Just then, the light came on and I sat up to see Rachel and the others in my harem grinning at me. In a sort of playful jealousy, she wagged a finger to scold me, but quickly lowered it and slipped it inside her wet cunt to flavor it before licking it clean. Ninve was a little blunter, as she pulled me up for a very passionate kiss. I returned it with gusto, relieved that none of my harem held my escapade against me.

Turning around, I saw that Max was the man in bed who had been behind me and now he seemed ready for a taste of his own medicine, as the director grabbed a strap-on dildo and lubed his ass for a good pegging. When she entered it, he grunted slightly, but began moving his hips with enthusiasm for the act. Rachel surprised me then by slipping her tongue inside the woman's twat to taste it and really getting into the act. She gladly cleaned up my spunk and then slipped it to the woman in question in a snowball kiss.

This was followed by the biggest surprise, when I looked at the lady's ass and noticed a very familiar tattoo. It consisted of the words, "This Ass is the Private Property of Mark Schumacher." I felt my cock, which hadn't fully softened after fucking this stranger, grow hard again, especially once Rachel lubed up my cock and her new partner's asshole.

"Remember Stephanie? She remembers you. Her ass definitely remembers your cock. High time that you and she kissed and made up, don't you think?" Rachel laughed as I eased my dick into her former roommate's butt.

"So, that's what was up!" I laughed while I could still think straight, before the sheer delight of sodomy took over.

"Yep. We figured, what the hell, what was one more? Especially after she learned that it was you and begged me to let her join the harem. So, how about it? One more lovely lady for the family, one who adores you and has mooned for you, if you'll pardon the expression, for years past," my sister confessed, "not mad are you, baby brother?"

"Mad? God, no! It's just been years and I didn't get a good look at her face earlier," I grunted as I fucked Stephanie hard in the ass, enjoying how she still reveled in my cock there ... as if twenty years or so hadn't happened.

"Yeah, that was sorta necessary in order to spring the trap. You fell into it rather neatly. You naturally assumed that someone familiar and confident enough in bed with you was already part of the harem. It didn't occur to you that it might be an old flame, because you underestimated your effect on Stephanie and thought that she had moved on with her life. So did she for a while, but the moment she saw the chance to reunite with you, she grabbed it with both hands. She was married for a while, but I'll let her explain that," Rachel laughed at the little trick that she pulled on me ... such a sister in her own kinky, incestuous way.

Right then, Stephanie came from the "feel-do" function of the strap-on, followed by Max from the impact on his prostate of her vigorous push afterward, and then I spilled another load in her bottom. I could tell that she also came from something else, but that was her role to explain, as I wasn't in her head. I was, in fact, a bit stunned that she held onto her interest in me all this time. Whatever it was, she came faster than expected and her eagerness prompted both Max and me to cum when we did.

As I washed off my dick, Stephanie walked behind me in the vanity section and put her arms around my waist to make clear that she fully intended to stay with me. That was fine with me, though it was a surprise to add yet another woman to the mix. I figured that Rachel was right, however. One more at this stage wouldn't be that much of a change. Still, we had to cut things off from here. I was only human, after all. I had limits to even my libido and my ability to show affection.

"So, you were married for a while?" I asked Stephanie, curious about her time between me and, well ... me.

"I was for a time. Honestly tried to make it work. It wasn't fair to him, though. He wasn't a bad guy. I just belonged to you and nothing could change that. I've belonged to you since that night in college. I fought it and tried to pretend otherwise, didn't want to admit that it was more than lust. Some of it was that I wanted Rachel, too, and that scared me, though at times I still pushed for both of you. That didn't work, either. I didn't understand why I needed you so much, but I did. I was torn between seeking out what I liked and desired on the one hand, and running away from the full consequences of what was sure to follow. The incest part scared me in particular. I badly wanted to see her and you make love as well as enjoy each of you. I would push for it one minute and feel relief whenever she would pull back.

"I met Andrew toward the end of college and started dating him seriously as he went into medical school. I took on the cruise work to pay the bills, but it proved to be my niche, and my Communications degree actually proved useful. I married him and put him through med, but after he took on the residency and we saw little of each other, I realized how little I felt his absence. We had no kids yet, so I ended it neatly and he took it pretty well, probably due to simply being able to distract himself with so much work. More and more, I realized how much I missed you.

"So, I took a dramatic step. I began contacting Rachel again, though she wasn't ready yet for anything between us. I also legally changed my name again, from Minh to Schumacher. People looked at me funny about that, but I didn't care. I decided that I was going to be yours as soon as I could, and when you almost literally dropped into my lap through Rachel seeking a cruise, I went for it, big time. So, how about it? Want to keep a Vietnamese vixen with a serious anal kink? One that she learned from you, by the way," Stephanie pleaded with me.

"Hell, yeah!" I answered as I gave her a serious lip lock that left no doubt of my attitude about it all.

"So, why the hostility before?" I then probed, truly puzzled by that.

"Oh, yes, that. I'll be frank. At first, it was because I didn't realize that Rachel had two brothers. She mostly talked about Hershel, so when you showed up, I thought that you were him. Naturally, I resented what I thought was a horrible brother to my sweet roomie. Then I learned that you were her younger brother, but I assumed at first that you were just as bad, probably because you came across as hostile to me. To be fair, that was probably due to my earlier animosity, wasn't it?" Stephanie covered her face with amused embarrassment.

"Well, yeah. Not sure what Rachel thought, though," I recalled.

"That you both were being stubborn and pigheaded, but I loved both of you, anyway," Rachel admitted as she kissed both of us.

Just then, my neck and back felt tender kisses and I heard Ninve say to me, "You might not be pigheaded anymore, but you have an excellent sausage."

That made everyone present crack up with laughter.

"He does indeed. Which brings us to the next phase. Stephanie had just been dumped by her boyfriend and she was lonely, not to mention horny. I suggested you to her. She was leery, but she jumped at it given enough persuasion. I kind of hoped that you and she would hit it off and you would then be off-limits to me. You would be safe and so would I.

"It didn't quite happen the way that I planned, but I have something else to confess now. Stephanie and I sort of did something one time while really hammered and you were our victim. We started out somewhat joking about incest and a threesome, but she and I ended up sucking and later riding your cock while you slept off your own bender. We were drunk, but you were drunker. We pretended to black out, too, just as you did, so you'd never suspect a thing, but it turned both of us on. Stephanie just wanted it more openly, even though she feared it as well. Both of us felt a conflict over the desire for a ménage a trois and we could tell that Mark wanted both of us as well," Rachel informed us, much to my shock.

"You ... and she, did that? I had no fucking idea! Damn! No wonder I woke up more sated that morning than usual. It wasn't just the hangover, but rather that I was serviced in such a way. Damn, I knew that things were a little freer between us in college than our parents would have approved, still, that we actually did that ... did you use protection?" I asked, truly surprised, as were the others.

"Nope. I wanted my brother's cock bareback inside me at last. I was just drunk enough to dare it at last. I seriously cut back on my drinking after that, of course. The lesbian angle was the most uncomfortable part, of course, for me. Still, it was a bullshit deal. Stephanie was right all along. By the point, she had gone from hating you to craving you. In fact, after that first night with you, she glowed in a way that I never saw before. I'm sure that you noticed," Rachel confessed to me.

"Yeah, she started that evening very snide and snappy. By the time that she was relaxed enough to fuck me, her attitude softened a bit, but after that first encounter or so, she was very different. She wouldn't let me get up for nothing. Kept bringing me things instead, finding excuses to keep me in her bed. I had to sneak out finally to get out of the apartment and didn't manage to bring everything along in the process. After that, she turned cold to me for a while, and then turned up the heat, back and forth. Teased me one day, pushed me aside the next. It was frustrating, confusing, and reason enough to give up. The most disturbing incident was when she had just become steady with Andrew and later that evening sat on my lap in full view of Rachel and started to make out with me. I pushed her off and reminded her that she had a boyfriend. I will never forget what she said to me that night," I recalled again after so long.

"I said that 'he's lucky that you don't want me.' Why didn't you take that as the clear signal that I preferred you to him, even then?" Stephanie pouted as she now sat on my lap again.

"I just took it to mean that he was lucky that I wouldn't go behind his back and screw his woman that way, that if given a chance, you'd cheat on him with me," I explained.

"Well, I guess that I should have been clearer. I suppose that I assumed that you understood on some level how much power that you had over me, still have, in fact. Then again, you were a young man barely out of high school. Your inexperience in some ways showed itself in your lack of awareness of my lingering obsession with you as the one that got away. In a way, it's hard to tell if it would have been a good thing or not if you and I had gotten it on that time. I was highly fertile and I knew it. If you had fucked me that night, you would be a father right now.

"The fact that I was putting Andrew off that night with that very reason and he accepted it, whereas I was eager to have your baby and only your principles kept your dick in your pants should have told me everything that I needed to know. I should have gotten up, broken up with Andrew, and then came back to plead with you for your seed. It's not too late, however. In fact, I took my last birth control pill today. I have no intention of taking another if you and I are going to be lovers, as it seems. Just a fair warning, baby. I will soon be very fertile. If you keep fucking me during the cruise, you will impregnate me!" Stephanie informed me, causing my cock to stir again.

"Did I do that?" she laughed as she knelt and began sucking my cock straight from her own ass.

"You know that you did, honey. Just remember not that I can't neglect my others, either. It's our honeymoon cruise, though now it includes you as part of the harem," I grinned as she sucked me back to complete firmness.

"Oh, don't worry, babe. There's no danger that we'd allow you to neglect us. You're gonna be one popular stud around here, but then you knew that. I'm not sure that you'll get out of bed very much at all, if we have our way. Maybe only when your dick is too sore for fucking," Sandra chimed in, playing with my hair as she leaned just enough to sniff my neck.

"Even then, he has an ass," Max chuckled.

Everyone burst into laughter right then, including me.

"Not to mention his mouth and his tongue," Ana observed.

"That, too," I laughed as I agreed with her.

I got the distinct feeling at that point that I would be given the full treatment that Stephanie gave me before, but on steroids. I might have trouble walking for a while, let alone doing much else besides sex. The horny looks on the faces of my now twenty partners spoke volumes and I realized that the XIX on my wedding band was to be replaced with a XX. Then again, that was always a lucky number for me.

I did occasionally venture out during the honeymoon and do things like play tennis or miniature golf, as well as have a beer, but that was only on breaks between my conjugal duties ... then again, duty was rarely as sweet as during that cruise. From what I recall of the oral parts, it was a delicious duty indeed.

Once again, I woke up as the object of someone's lust, not that I minded in the slightest. After all, I often got hard in my sleep and there was no good reason to deprive others of the use of that. I had more or less tacitly agreed to let my harem use my body during my slumber. After all, I didn't always wake up from being so treated, and even when I did, as now, there were far worse ways to do so. In this case, it was Ana and Teresa, the former with her cunt right above my face, riding it for all it was worth. The latter was busy bouncing up and down on my cock, while flashes from a camera indicated that someone wanted to preserve the memory of hot, sweaty carnality.

When Ana came, which was only a matter of time given the highly charged sexual energy in the room, Teresa then let go and allowed herself to cum as well, both rather loud as they climaxed. My morning wood was at its stiffest and I could no longer hold off. I could tell that she had been fucking me for possibly as long as an hour, given how hard I was. I shot my load far inside Teresa and I sensed her cumming yet again just from the realization that I had spilled within her ... plus I felt her tighten up on me as she came.

"Oh, fuck me! Damn it, Mark, that was sexy as hell!" Jannat exclaimed as she took the last pic.

"Yeah, no kidding. I got his jizz leaking down my thighs. Anyone game to lick me clean?" Teresa giggled.

Heather dove right in and began licking Teresa's sweet skin between her ass and her knees, cleaning up any evidence of my release. Just then, Stephanie wheeled in breakfast herself and Ninve and Sandra brought mine directly to me as a team. I started to stand up, but my two Assyrian princesses pushed back onto the bed and actually fed me my first breakfast of the cruise themselves. When I say that, I should stipulate that they did so by hand, disdaining the use of silverware. Instead, the lovelies, who were now nearly in their eighth month of pregnancy each, had me literally eating out of their hands. Every time that I tried to do something for myself, they stopped me and did it for me, each time kissing some part of my flesh and quietening my protests with a finger to my lips.

"This is about us serving you, baby. You give so much to us. Why shouldn't we give back to you?" Ninve assured me.

"Yeah, what she said. You're the man that we love and the father of our children, after all," Sandra observed.




My Wicked Ways Ch. 14-17



I felt a hand over my eyes and then Nydia kissing the top of my head before she planted herself on my lap. Cherry began rubbing my neck and shoulders, as well as whispering some fantasies of hers in my ears. More than a few of them involved her and Nydia being tied up and gang-banged as a team by the men and women of the household, as well as other kinky, fun ideas. Rachel and Shelby did their part by tickling my feet and even sucking my toes, a weird kink that I just didn't get, but, I wasn't in a mood to complain about it.

"So, Daddy, do you like being the center of attention?" Nydia asked me with a playful look as she rubbed her ass against my cock.

"Hell, yeah, baby. To think that less than a year ago, we had a sort of strange grudge fuck fling going on, and now I'm your stepfather," I chuckled.

"I love that she's your stepdaughter and still loves to wear those boots for you whenever you ram her ass full of your hard cock," Cherry confessed, "it's a pity in a way that Ray only wants to sodomize Daryl, but you and I have more in common, anyway. Not many women get to marry their daughter's boyfriends and still remain on good terms with their daughters, but it's one steamy arrangement for sure."

"I love it when Mark, Anton, and Max make me airtight and have me leaking their cum out of all of my holes," Tamara spoke up, touching herself as she said that.

"Well, brother and sister together are a hot combo for sure. I'll give you that. Watching Rachel and Mark get it on as well as Anton and you, plus Erica and her sisters ... yummy," Josie commented, prompting a playful swat from Katrina.

"Yeah, you're rather saucy, too," the Indian woman assured her with a kiss on the very spot that she smacked.

"I think that we're all agreed that this is one hell of a group marriage," Heather stated, while Lucy and Ashley started sucking on her tits.

"That's true for sure," Jeanne agreed with a sexy French-Canadian accent as she stood in her panties, which scarcely covered up her hairless dick.

"Very much so. I get to fuck both men and women and no one thinks less of me that I do so as a woman instead of a man," Erica smiled when Jeanne slipped a hand down her panties.

"Yeah ... you, two, go at it, will ya?" Max urged them.

"I like that idea, too," Anton said his bit.

"Does anyone else want to watch Jeanne and Erica have a little encounter?" I wondered.

"God, yes!" Ana reacted, while Teresa cheered, "Make out, ladies!"

"This does sound rather hot," Stephanie expressed her desire to witness the two trannies having sex.

"Just do whatever comes naturally to the two of you," I encouraged them as I finished my hashbrowns, somewhat messily given how Ninve and Sandra chose to feed them to me.

Jeanne continued to fondle Erica's ass, soon sliding her panties down and kissing her buns for mutual lust's sake. She spread her cheeks and began rimming Erica, causing the other tranny to start getting somewhat hard. When Jeanne began licking Erica's taint and balls, the American tranny became a little harder. When she started sucking her dick, her victim got as stiff as her female hormones permitted. That was still a considerable extent, as the hormones were not yet far enough along to render her impotent or sterile. They had caused her to be smoother and develop less lean muscle mass, however, just as they had with Jeanne.

Jeanne continued to service Erica with her mouth for a dozen minutes or so, mostly focusing on what was admittedly a very fine booty by any standard, and even more so since the transformation began. Jeanne had developed a distinct fondness for Erica's ass, and I couldn't blame her, since whenever I sampled Erica that way, I was pleased at just how feminine and delectable a butt it really was. Then again, Jeanne's tush was just as sweet.

My cock stiffened again and Nydia seized the chance by planting herself directly on it so that she rode me while Ninve and Sandra continued to feed me by hand. Cherry, for her part, pushed me backward and sat on my face while Nydia welcomed me inside her in the reverse cowgirl position.

Not wishing to quit feeding me just yet, Ninve and Sandra simply smeared the rest of my breakfast onto Cherry's pussy and ass to let me eat it directly from my legal wife's bottom half. Meanwhile, they each sat on one of my hands and rubbed their asses against the palms of those hands. Taking the hint, I cupped Ninve's bottom in my right hand and Sandra's in my left. I even slipped a finger in each asshole, causing them to squirm and moan with ecstasy.

I freely admit that the whipped cream, strawberry syrup, butter, and pancakes were especially sweet coming directly from the crack of Mrs. Schumacher's ass. I made a mental note to try that with each of my ladies, including Jeanne and Erica, both of whom were now caught up in their pleasure as Jeanne rimmed Erica and fingered her asshole with enthusiasm. Erica was hard as steel despite her increasing feminization, so Jeanne added another finger and continued licking her crack and cheeks. Erica couldn't help herself, as the precum leaked out of her hairless dick and balls, which led Jeanne to resume sucking her cock while still fingering her ass.

Meanwhile, Nydia and Cherry both really got excited, the former especially once she moved my dick from her pussy to her asshole. It fit like a glove and Nydia squirted as she felt me invade her booty with her active assistance. At the same time, while I felt Nydia impale herself on my cock, I continued to lick all of the breakfast served to me from Cherry's cunt and butt. My face had to be messy as hell, due to all of the whipped cream, strawberry syrup, butter, and pancake crumbs, but I didn't worry about that. Instead, I concentrated on Cherry's flavors with the addition of those extra elements, making her moan and growl as she came on my face.

When that finished, Ninve and Sandra slid off my fingers to clean off my face, which they gladly did with their tongues. Katrina actually licked my finger straight from Ninve's ass, while Rachel did so directly from Sandra's. Then they switched, tasting both women's butts before deciding to just for the source, with Rachel rimming Ninve and Katrina doing the same for Sandra. Fortunately, all of the women these days trained themselves for anal by keeping their asses very clean indeed.

All of this stimulation, plus watching Jeanne suck off Erica, was plenty to get me to flood Nydia's colon with my cum. She came frantically, rose, and kissed my prick to thank me ... and it, for her pleasure. Then she began to hungrily lick and suck my cock as well, embracing the ass-to-mouth experience in a way that I never expected of her.

Cherry then joined Nydia in sucking my dick straight from her daughter's bottom, much to my excitement. Thanks to the vitamins and exercise that Katrina got me doing, I was able to stay hard longer than expected, especially with two beauties treating my cock as if it were an ice cream cone ... one of them my wife, the other her daughter. It was just as well, because Jannat now wanted to ride me. The women sucked on my balls and taint, as well as rimming and fingering my ass while Jannat mounted me for a turn at my dick.

By this point, Erica came on Jeanne's face and in her mouth, so the latter went behind the former and lubed up her asshole to ease her passage inside her. Erica reacted with obvious gratification, especially once Jeanne started aggressively sodomizing her. This prompted Anton to move behind Jeanne, part her cheeks, and slide his cock inside her butt as well. Jeanne just pushed deeper within Erica, while Anton kept ramming her asshole. Sandwiched between Erica and Anton, Jeanne had to struggle to keep from cumming too soon.

Almost immediately after Jeanne came, Anton filled her bowels with his jizz, after which Jeanne shared a snowball from sucking Erica off earlier. She deposited that load into Anton's mouth and he didn't hesitate to gulp it down. Max, meanwhile, grabbed Erica, and slid his cock into her now creamy ass, fucking her with abandon. Erica didn't grow completely hard yet, probably due to lower testosterone and more estrogen these days, but she welcomed the dick up her butt by bucking her hips ardently to encourage his meaty prick to slam her even harder.

Josie, for her part, pushed Jeanne onto all fours and strapped on a dildo with a thigh harness to bugger her husband for good measure. Jeanne gladly sucked on Anton after he placed his dick right in front of her face, but she had trouble ignoring the dildo in her tush. While this happened, Shelby sat on my face and I eagerly started eating her out as well, tasting her sweet pussy and knowing full well that she next wanted my cock right there. I kept pushing furiously and thrusting inside Jannat, while Nydia and Cherry continued to service my balls with their tongues.

Finally, of course, I came inside Jannat's ass and the ladies wiped my dick clean with a washcloth, but I definitely needed a rest for the moment. I had fucked Teresa, Nydia, and then Jannat in short order, so a breather was a good idea. I opted for a shower, and none other than Shelby joined me in it. It was clear that I wouldn't be leaving that shower until I fucked her at least once, but in the meantime, she pampered my sore cock and balls with her lips and tongue after she washed me off. I cleaned her body as well and got her ready for my dick with my fingers as they explored her holes.

I heard noise in the background, and it soon became clear that Max was pounding Tamara, judging from her squeals ... and he wasn't showing any mercy at all. It was followed by the sound of Anton cumming all over Jeanne's face. Something told me that my respite would be very brief indeed, but then, who really wants too long of a break when it comes to fucking a harem full of women that he loves ... as well as two fellow studs and two trannies. Yes, the cruise had just begun to be interesting. There seemed to be much more left to do ... so much more.

When I left the shower, with Shelby in tow ... after fucking her ruthlessly for a dozen minutes in the shower itself under the jets, I quickly saw that Max had left a nice load deep inside Tamara, which she proudly showed off to the rest of us, including Anton. Much to our shock, however, her brother actually knelt and began eating Max's cum directly from Tamara's pussy, as if it were an irresistible impulse now. He always struck me as very macho in a traditional Slavic way, so that was a bit of a shock. Maybe it was his bisexuality emerging, but I couldn't say for sure. I knew it wasn't a cuckold thing, though. Anton was far too sexually aggressive for that.

Meanwhile, I grabbed Shelby and eased my dick into her cunt from behind, much to her delight. My cock buried itself as far as it could, reaching to the very depths of my niece's gash. She reacted with self-evident pleasure as well. My sweet niece was apparently still fond of her uncle, and the only thing that we regretted about our bond was her mother's absence. I had read of her mother's fantasies about me in her diary, which Shelby had shared with me under the explicit posthumous instructions of Marcy Swenson. I got the distinct impression that Shelby borrowed ideas liberally from it, given the coincidences at times.

I fucked Shelby for several more minutes while Anton now plowed Tamara just as Max did. As for Max, Josie spread her legs wide open for him and I gave him the thumbs-up. It was funny at times how the other men would often wait for my assent before screwing any of the ladies. It was increasingly clear that they often deferred to me, that they recognized me as the top dog in this pack, the alpha male himself. Despite their machismo, they were content to be the betas.

After a good long romp, Shelby asked, "Want to swap partners?"

"With whom?" I asked.

"Josie, Tamara, and me. You fuck Tamara, Max fucks me, and Anton fucks Josie," Shelby urged me.

"Very well, then. Let's do that," I agreed, slipping my cock inside Tamara to fuck her furiously.

Max slammed his dick up Shelby's cunt, further exciting her, while Anton did the same for Josie. Tamara began cussing in Serbian, really loud, as I took what was frankly sloppy thirds from the other men, but didn't care. I hammered Tamara as vigorously as I could with my dick, but I didn't plan to cum just then. Still, she tightened up right at the proper moment and I expelled a load of significant quality and quantity in her snatch, which was a surprise, given that I already came inside Shelby during the shower sex.

When Josie grabbed me right after that act and pushed me back onto the bed to make me fuck her, her timing was perfect since I wasn't soft just yet. I had nothing to shoot inside her, but I was still pretty damn hard as I went balls deep within the French-Canadian woman. When Max pulled out of Shelby and entered my ass again, I was puzzled, but I understood once I felt my balls churning again like butter. He was trying to stimulate my prostate, a very good idea indeed. The harder Max buggered me, the deeper inside Josie I penetrated.

Finally, when Josie really got into the act with me, I directed Max to slide his cock into her asshole, while I instructed Anton to stick his dick into her mouth. We triple-teamed Josie like it was going out of style, and she definitely reacted well to that. The sex continued for several more minutes, until Josie lost all self-control and came messily on my cock.

Surprisingly, a decent load indeed spilled out from my cock and balls into Josie's cunt, while Max expelled his cum in her asshole and Anton filled her mouth with his seed. I chuckled as I realized how raptly the women paid attention to us. Clearly, they were fascinated by my exploits and that of the others involved in this little orgy. Even so, it was high time for another break.

I realized just how much I would need such a halt in activities as I wound down and washed my cock clean, only to have Cherry lean over and remind me, "Hey, hot stuff, don't forget me, your legal wife."

"Oh, don't worry, babe. You're next," I nudged her and heard another laugh from Rachel.

"Yep. Wife and sister. Good combo, I would say. How about it? Want to line us up and go back and forth between her pussy and mine?" Rachel urged us.

"Works for me," I mimicked Hunter with a grin.

After a little breather, sure enough, I was back at it, stopping the movie to grab Cherry and turn her over the bed so I could enter her once again. She didn't even hesitate to accept me in her cunt, rather opting to desperately fuck me back with vigorous movements of her hips and ass. I felt every single stroke as she frantically welcomed me balls deep inside her. That Latin cougar had long since proven that she could fuck when she had a mind to do it, and ever since she and I hooked up, we'd been fucking like rabbits just I was with my other ladies, including her daughter, my stepdaughter Nydia.

Suddenly, I felt a hand on my ass and recognized it as Rachel's ... she smiled at me and mouthed, "Remember, I get a turn, too."

I chuckled, but despite the initial plan to fuck them in turns, I was too far gone in screwing Cherry. Rachel would get her turn, but it would have to wait ... I would just be sure to make it up to her. Thank God that there were to be plenty of breaks to let my dick recover, so it wouldn't fall off. My cock had an appointment with my wife's pussy, to formally celebrate my honeymoon with my legal spouse, and she had made it anything but a chore. The ex-Mormon mother of my boot-fetish slut was one kinky bitch in heat right then and I knew exactly what I wanted to do to her.

Finally, once Cherry had come hard enough on my dick from my thrusts deep inside her, I spilled my seed within her twat, more than enough to give Nydia a baby brother or sister if she didn't already have one on the way. That my sister Rachel immediately went to her knees in front of me in humble cock worship and began to lovingly bathe my dick with her lips and tongue was dessert after the entrée, it was such a sensual follow-up action.

"Oh, God, Rache ... damn! You're the best big sister ever!" I smiled as I looked down at my delicious sibling.

"Hey, baby brother, it's all for you. I adore you ... love you ... worship you, my own dear, sweet brother," Rachel assured me as she resumed servicing me with her mouth.

"How does it taste?" I asked her, while Cherry was orally attacked by Anton, who wanted a creampie from her now.

"It tastes like a cherry," Rachel punned, as she continued to suck my cock to keep it nice and hard.

Before too long, I was more than eager than to fuck my sister with my dick and pull her hair, which for some reason, I just had the urge to do. Rachel reacted to that by squirming and pushing backward with her hips, more than a little enthusiastic about the way that I kept ramming her with my cock. My big sister proved once again that she was well over Hershel and loved me instead. Our brother had his chance with her and he threw it away by his own actions, just as he had with Marcy. Clearly, he was mental. Right then, though, I didn't give a fuck. I just knew that I loved and desired Rachel at the moment and wanted her to cum hard for me.

"Oh, fuck, baby brother! I am yours! You're my God!" Rachel screamed at that point, as I buried my cock further and deeper inside her, damn near to the cervix.

My sweet sister turned just about purple as I fucked her as hard as I could, driving as deep as possible within her. Her breathing became shallow for a little bit as she came for me. I let go right then and spent a fresh load inside her, surprising both of us with its size. Evidently, my balls and prostate had worked overtime to make plenty of seed for Rachel, my dear sister.

I pulled Rachel up and gave her a kiss that let no question of my passion for her continue. There was something to incest, that much was sure. It was clear to me that I loved Rachel and she loved me as more than siblings. Whatever she felt for Hershel seemed to pale next to what she cherished about me.

"My sweet sister, that was absolutely wonderful, you know," I praised Rachel.

"Whatever it takes to please you, baby brother," she smiled at me as she kissed me hard on the mouth.

"I think that we need to recover a bit. We've all burned through some calories. Perhaps some lunch, what do you say?" I proposed, starting to get dressed.

"I don't know about you, but my belly needs filling, anyway," Ninve chimed in, "Hey, stud, I must warn you that Sandra and I are very horny today. We're gonna grope you during lunch and count on us fucking you before the day is through ... at least once each."

"Pregnancy cravings, huh," I laughed.

"Damn straight, lover. Damn straight," Sandra added with a wink.



My Wicked Ways Ch. 18



Ninve and Sandra were both as good (or bad, depending upon your point of view) as their word. They teased me relentlessly during my lunch, but at least I was able to rest my dick and recover by not touching it despite the constant stimulation. We had a nice, long leisurely lunch, even some dessert in the form of a great Key Lime pie, but it couldn't last forever. When I finished my beer, I led my bevy of companions to the chaise longue, where we lay and relaxed a little while longer, just to make sure that I had fully recovered.

The whole time, of course, the ladies all teased me without any mercy, shaking their butts at me and making it clear that they weren't done with me for the day, not by a long shot. There was lot more to do, after all. After getting a bit relaxed, I noticed the tennis court and got an idea. 

"Set of tennis?" I teased the girls, not sure if they would go for it. 

"Sure, but for a special prize. The next round with you. Winner gets next round. Loser has to wait until you've recovered a bit. A set of doubles. Lucy and me, versus Mom and Erica. You get to watch, naturally. How about it? Up to you, since you're the boss," Ashley suggested. 

"Okay, very well, then. I pick the referee, too, then. Anton. Also, losers have to fuck Anton while I fuck the winners. Then we can swap," I agreed with a grin, "not that fucking Anton is an unpleasant experience. I can attest otherwise myself." 

"What about me?" Max grinned. 

"Yeah...you...you get to fuck the first woman who has the nerve to moon me. How about it, girls? First to moon me in public gets Max up the ass," I encouraged the ladies. 

"With my boots on?" Nydia laughed, bending over with her miniskirt up, making it quite clear that she went commando. 

"With your boots on...Max, nail that sweet ass of hers. Cherry, baby, why don't you join in? Max deserves a threesome, too," I encouraged my legal wife. 

"You don't have to ask me twice," Mrs. Schumacher told me with a devious smile, "Sharing a man with my daughter is my favorite thing to do." 

"Don't I know that!" I laughed, kissing both my wife and stepdaughter in turn on the lips and smacking each of them on the tush, "now, both of you, wait until we have privacy. Then Max can ram the both of you to your hearts' content." 

"Works for me. Two cuties from the same family for the price of one," Max chuckled. 

"Yeah, and those two...damn. Apple doesn't go far from the tree at all. I didn't have any clue of what Cherry was really like until she broke loose. Neither did Nydia, I think, did you?" I remarked as the first match of the set began. 

"Oh, God! Are you kidding? Mom kept that pretty well concealed, but now that it is out, boy, is it ever out!" Nydia giggled. 

"Yep, and you and Mark really helped bring it out of me. So did Ninve and Sandra, come to think of it," Cherry admitted, planting a kiss on the four of us that she named. 

Meanwhile, Heather served first and Ashley more than answered her serve. It was back and forth, a vigorous game of doubles, but pretty soon, Lucy and Ashley had their game on and Heather and Erica never fully recovered. They managed to win the third game of the set, but just by a hair. By then, it was just to stave off total humiliation. They had already lost the set. It didn't help me fend off my arousal that they had special tennis outfits that didn't come with bottoms attached. 

"Well, I think that before the winners claim their prize, the losers should kiss their butts," I told the ladies, knowing how hard that would make me to watch. 

"In public or private?" Erica wondered. 

"That's their call," I laughed. 

"Public. Come on. Pucker up, Sis, Mom," Lucy demanded. 

"Oh, but I'm not gonna be content with just kissing it," Erica warned her. 

"In that case, maybe we should take this somewhere private for now," I decided, leading the group to the suite again. 

Once we had privacy, Lucy and Ashley hiked up their skirts and bent over to invite their mother and sister to kiss and lick their asses. Erica and Heather didn't hesitate, kneeling gladly to spread the ladies' cheeks and get busy rimming the girls. They did a lot more than kiss ass, much to everyone's excitement, making Lucy and Ashley especially wet as they relished such sensual pampering from mother and brother...

Before I knew it, both girls were wet enough in fact, and I was certainly hard enough to slip my cock into first Lucy for a few really nice strokes, and then Ashley for several more. Both girls were so damned horny right then that they squirmed whenever I slid my cock inside them and whimpered whenever I pulled it out to put it in the other lady. To really make the most of it, Lucy and Ashley pulled pairs of wet panties out of their bras to hand to me, and I just shoved Lucy's lacy thong in Ashley's mouth with Ashley's white cotton undies in Lucy's jaw. I knew that both women had soaked the underwear, too with their juices. I had just given each of them a fine sample of the other. 

Meanwhile, Anton had plans of his own. He lined Erica up with Heather and began by lubing Heather up to guide Erica's dick inside her asshole. Once Erica was perfectly positioned, Anton put a good deal of lube on Erica's sphincter and pushed until he was buried inside the tranny's hot booty. With every thrust, Anton drove Erica deeper inside Heather, which only turned them both on more. The harder Anton hit Erica's prostate, the more excited the tranny became, which naturally made her hammer Heather with full force. It was something that definitely turned them on, as well as the girls. 

For their part, Max got busy with Nydia and Cherry with little fanfare, handing the latter a strap-on dildo with a thigh harness and putting a ball gag in Nydia's mouth as they began to DP my stepdaughter to their shared delight. Watching both women enjoy this was quite the sight for everyone involved, and Ninve in particular stroked her pussy while Sandra slid her fingers up her fellow Assyrian's butt. 

"Yes, finger me there...finger my ass!" Ninve pleaded for more, becoming visibly excited. 

Soon, neither woman could hold herself back, Ninve lying on her side as Sandra inserted yet more digits into her sexy ass. I nearly erupted as I heard my princess say what she said, but I forced myself not to cum just then. I went further inside Lucy's cunt to fuck her for several more strokes, and then slipped out to screw Ashley for a bit longer. 

What destroyed my resolve, however, was a finger in my own asshole, courtesy of none other than sweet Josie, that sultry French-Canadian temptress with her gorgeous auburn hair. When Shelby added a finger of her own, my already churning balls just went into overdrive and my cock spat out a load right as I pulled out of Ashley. The cum hit Ashley's left butt-cheek for the most part, prompting Lucy to lean over and lick it all up. When she was done with that, she knelt to suck my dick for a bit to keep it hard. 

I groaned a little from the slight ache in my cock and balls, but Ashley put a finger to my lips. 

"Mark, honey, Anton is not yet done with the girls...and I can just tell that Ninve and Sandra need you now...just look at them," she said as she kissed my lips. 

I gestured for both of my princesses to approach me while I continued to kiss Ashley and Lucy kept sucking my dick to keep it hard. 

"Ladies, so you need me now...well, you did warn me that you would need me before the day was done. It feels great to be needed so much. I need to rest a little for a moment, so you ladies will have to be the aggressors, but do whatever you wish to me. That goes for Lucy and Ashley, too, you sweet minxes," I told them. 

I lay on the bed and Ninve pounced, putting some of my potency pills in my hand with a glass of my favorite apple cider...I took them, which I hadn't need this holiday until now, and Ninve climbed onto my dick before it could get soft. Her pillowy tits were on my chest, too, while Sandra sat on my face. I wasn't sure what Lucy and Ashley were doing until I felt tongues and lips on my balls...and then some lube, followed by a finger slipping into my ass. One of those ladies had been learning at Sandra's feet in her school of prostate massage...and boy did that feel great! 

Ninve rode me for the full benefit of my hard cock, which definitely wasn't going to soften anytime soon. My hands cupped the smooth, sweet cheeks of her large, lovely ass and caressed her lovingly, soon spreading them for my own fingers to play with her sphincter. She responded to that by bouncing harder on my cock, her breath becoming shallow and her breasts heaving above me. Sandra actually must have seen some sort of non-verbal cue, because she climbed off my face and let Ninve lean over me to wave her bosom in my face. Sandra began kissing me repeatedly and also sucking Ninve's tits as well. 

After several minutes of tasting Ninve's breasts and kissing me while I licked and fondled those breasts, Sandra sat back on my face and rubbed her pussy onto my mouth again. When she got especially excited and leaned forward to suck Ninve's tits again, I ran my tongue along her taint and between her soft buns to rim the crack of her ass. Sandra shivered and squirmed before leaking her sweet juices into my thirsty mouth, causing me to lap them up with my tongue. 

Just when it couldn't get better, Ninve and Sandra by some sort of telepathic signal, or so it felt, rose and swapped places, with Sandra planting her pussy on my stiff cock and Ninve sitting comfortably on my face. The variety of pussy flavors delighted me even more and I lapped as happily at Ninve as I had at Sandra, while the latter mounted me to milk my cock for all it was worth. 

I fucked Sandra from below just as vigorously as I had with Ninve, fondling her sexy Assyrian booty with just as much desire, as much appreciation of her smooth, olive skin as I had with Ninve's somewhat fairer complexion. Lucy and Ashley kept up their hard work all this time, too, and I couldn't help but feed a constant pressure to cum, which I fought off while I could. 

What did me in, however, was the grunting that came from Anton as he spilled his load inside Erica, who in turn shot her seed deep into Heather. They had been carrying on like crazy for a while, fucking like a train of rabbits, if such a thing existed among that species. Anton had gripped Erica's shoulders, too, for balance, while pushing her deeper inside Heather...

At the same time, or thereabouts, for several minutes that seemed like an eternity of heavenly sounds and smells, even fine animal grunts and growls, Max and Cherry had been ramming Nydia in a DP that now ended roughly. It was about the moment that I exploded inside Sandra, and then felt first her orgasm (after which I tasted Ninve's as she creamed herself), that Max unloaded inside Nydia's ass, while Cherry erupted on the inside of her thigh harness, and Nydia all but melted into a mass of drenched exhaustion. 

"Guess we need another breather, don't we?" Erica asked me as she knelt to suck me clean from Sandra's cunt. 

"Not quite yet. Thank God for Katrina's pills," I grinned as Heather joined her tranny daughter on her knees. 

"Hey, I'll cop to ulterior motives. Very selfish ones, babe," my highly athletic Punjabi lover smiled wickedly to me. 

"I wouldn't have it any other way," I chuckled, while Heather winked and resumed sucking me back to life. 

With that, the whole room nearly fell over with laughter. They knew that their selfish needs worked out just fine for me...always had.



My Wicked Ways Ch. 19



The springs on the bed really made quite the sound as I hammered Shelby and Josie, back and forth, my cock darting back and forth as I used them. Sweat poured down my face, but it was more than worthwhile, given how much both ladies craved my cock inside them. I didn't have any more loads available until supper, so I wanted to really give both ladies plenty of hard dick. I also wanted to entertain Jannat and Stephanie, who had apparently sneaked off earlier for a little Sapphic tryst, which they continued to recall, quite audibly, for my hearing pleasure. Listening to this sexy pillow talk between two of my wives about their lesbian encounter certainly didn't help my self-restraint, I can tell you that. 

When Jannat chose to begin playing with my balls while Stephanie started rimming me, however, I really had to force myself to hold back. It was a struggle, to put it mildly, and I got the impression that this was intentional, but I still fought to keep reaming both my niece and her girlfriend to the best of my ability without cumming just yet. When they moaned from the pleasure of my switch of my fingers for my dick and vice versa, of course, it was too late. There was no stopping me now, and I shot my load at last, while inside Josie...but to be fair, before my cock could soften, I slipped it out and stuck it back inside Shelby to spill any remaining contents of my balls into her cunt. 

"Wow...just wow, ladies! You certainly didn't make it easy to stop myself from cumming too fast," I said as I all but shoved my tongue down Jannat's throat, followed by Stephanie's. 

"Well, we do have supper to eat, you know. Got to get that strength up and let your dick recover so it won't fall off from overuse," Shelby teased me a little with a wink.

"I can't wait until you have a visible baby bump, you know. It's going to be extremely hot to see you in maternity wear, my dear niece, knowing that one of us five put that bun in your oven, but none of us are sure just yet," I complimented her, making her blush a little...my sexy Shelby still could blush from time to time, and I loved to make her do so. 

"If it looks nice and brown, we'll know exactly who the Daddy is," Josie said as she stuck her tongue out at us. 

"Kiss my ass, lover," Shelby giggled. 

"Don't tempt me. You know that I will, too. That ass of yours would make a fine dessert. I bet that half of the people on the cruise would lick away at it, given the chance. We could take bids for rimming sessions," Josie taunted her further as we got dressed. 

"Fuck you, too," Shelby even flipped her the bird and shook her booty at her. 

"Oh, don't worry...I will. Count on it, blondie. You're gonna get a tongue shoved inside your juicy slit so fast that you won't know what hit you, sweet cheeks. Your yummy tush, too. It's quite edible, I assure you. Think that I kissed your ass so much to make you happy with me at work? Oh, no, honey. You didn't have that much power yet. It was for the pleasure of licking that fine derriere," Josie admitted, not that any of us were shocked by this now...it was obvious for a long time that Josie lusted hot and heavy for her boss. 

Meanwhile, Jannat and Stephanie wouldn't leave my side, each of them pressing their tits into me to make their point, whatever that might be. I didn't mind at all, naturally. What guy in his right mind would object to so much feminine attention? I had a lovely, curvy, swarthy Arab woman on my right hand and a delectable Vietnamese minx with a weakness for sodomy on my left. Speaking of hands, they held mine, while the rest of my lovers rose from their cat naps, finished changing and freshening up, and followed us, blowing wolf whistles at my ass to make it abundantly clear that they still burned with lust for me. 

For a cruise like this, given the time of year, I naturally wore a polo shirt and khakis, along with penny loafers, making me look the quintessential playboy of the country club set, I suppose. Then again, I was among the upper crust in many cases, so that was a given, I suppose. It was pretty clear that I was the talk of the ship, in fact, given how reclusive I had been, not to mention the sheer size of my harem. They didn't even know about Stephanie, of course, but I still got people's tongues wagging. It didn't hurt that several of the women were noticeably pregnant, with baby bumps showing in a way that couldn't be denied. I just laughed as the waiter arrived and stared long and hard at us...especially given how his bulge grew and he drooled upon meeting the women...especially Katrina. 

"See something that you like?" I asked Gilbert...yes, that was the name on his tag. 

"Oh, sorry. I didn't mean to stare. What did you wish to order again, sir?" Gilbert stammered a little. 

"I already ordered...twice. You didn't write anything down. I think that you're a little distracted, aren't you, lad? What, cat got your tongue?" I acted very serious for a second before breaking into laughter. 

"Or maybe Kat did," Rachel chimed in, making us all laugh even harder with her pun. 

"Um...sorry. Please don't get me in trouble, sir. It's just that...well," Gilbert coughed. 

"It's just that you're lusting after Katrina here. Hey, I don't blame you, man. She's a real dish, I must say. What is it about her that most attracts you?" I pressed the issue. 

"That obvious, am I? Um...sorry, ma'am. It's just that you're...," he stuttered a bit more and now blushed crimson. 

"Indian?" Kat inquired. 

"Well, that isn't a bad thing, but I think that it's mostly that you're such...an Amazon. Sorry if that comes across offensively. But I have kind of a thing for toned, physically fit...athletic women," Gilbert bit his tongue now. 

"What about us? What do you like about such women? Do you like it when a woman is stronger than you...can overpower you?" Kat insisted now. 

"Um...yes, ma'am. I kinda enjoy that sort of porn, in fact. I jack off to Jillian Michaels, too...and several other of that sort. Dara Torres. Denise Austin. Jennifer Nicole Lee. Tracy Anderson. Jeanette Jenkins. You get the picture, I think, Miss," Gilbert turned beet-red by now. 

"Yeah, I think that I do. I like you. I like you're not threatened by a woman's physical strength. Tell me, honestly, though...are you...into aggressive women? Dominant ones? Do you like to submit? What are your fantasies about these ladies, anyway?" Katrina confronted him a bit more pointedly, putting him in a bind. 

"Yes...ma'am. It's a turn-on to think of a woman wrestling me to the ground or the mat and...having her way with me. Whatever she wants to do to me. You know...dominate me. Take me. Sorry, this is all very inappropriate, but it's how I feel, since you asked me," Gilbert confessed, more than a little worried that he had said too much. 

Right then, Kat turned to me, as did the others, and I nodded. We understood each other. Kat could count this one as a freebie, so to speak. If she wanted to enjoy his body...none of us would consider it cheating. It was a hall pass...but then, I had basically gotten one after the fact with Stephanie, and one could argue that Cherry had with the pizza delivery guy. I made a note to myself to talk this over later, but for now, Kat had our blessing to seduce this young man. For one thing, we all had a certain fascination with this cat and mouse game of theirs, with Gilbert definitely in the role of the mouse. 

"I guess that's one Kat who'll get some cream tonight," Ninve whispered in my ear, making me chuckle more than a bit. 

"Well, honey, tonight's your lucky night...but you have to give incredible, amazing service from here on out. Is that clear? And not just to us. I understand that you're distracted. Still, we're hungry, especially the pregnant women among us. Try and listen this time to the orders and get them right, please?" Kat told him...as she leaned over and kissed his cheek. 

"Um...yes, ma'am," Gilbert said as he blushed again and his cock strained against his pants. 

"Is everything okay, Miss?" the head waiter, Luis, asked us now...he was tall and lanky...with vibes screamed "gay" from the rooftops. 

"Oh, yes, actually. This young man is very polite, if nervous. I'm just encouraging him to be his best self," Kat assured him, even as he winked at Max. 

"I see. Well, Gilly, looks like you skate by on the goodwill of these guests. Don't mess up again. Are we clear? My apologies and thanks for your patience. I can tell that he was in a bit of a trance. It's nice of you to cover for him, though. Shows compassion and empathy...," Luis coughed as he seized the chance to grope Gilbert's ass slightly through his pants. 

"Kat, I think that you should order for us this time. That way, he'll pay very good attention and be eager to do your will," I proposed, grinning at her. 

"As you wish, my lord. I serve at your pleasure, as always," Kat winked at me, even as she casually moved her fingers beneath the table to caress Gilbert's balls through his slacks. 

It was apparent that all of us, but especially Kat, completely enjoyed this little scene in front of us, particularly the enthusiasm with which Gilbert now carried out his duties. He went out of his way to prove himself worthy of Kat's approval. An outside observer would assume that she was just a rich patroness with a high potential gratuity (that's a tip for you laymen) to offer the pretty boy waiter. That Katrina had implied that she would pay him in sexual favors would shock most of them, no doubt. 

I had to admit that my steak tartare was absolutely the most delicious fine dining experience that I had ever known. Maybe it was the fact that it was so taboo in my religion to eat a steak completely raw like that (though not being kosher mitigated that), but it was also probably due to the fact that most other dishes associated with expensive or gourmet dining were antithetical to the diet of a middle-class American such as I used to be...but this...this was red meat, with a raw egg yolk and onions, no less. That was something that I could understand. It certainly helped with my recent transition from white-collar worker to multi-millionaire and the altered expectations of the shift in my socio-economic status. Then again, maybe it was just the brevity of my experience with haute cuisine that caused my positive appraisal of the steak tartare. 

All the way through the supper, we picked on Gilbert mercilessly, but we also needled Katrina a bit, knowing that she was a good sport...and she teased him more than a little. She stopped crossing her legs eventually and spread her thighs just enough to give the poor waiter a nice view of her bare crotch...and I do mean bare. She was not only commando, but her pussy was bald, right where Gilbert could see it. His boner continued to plague him all night long, to the point that we really started feeling bad for him. He had to be leaking precum by now and his bulge was visible to all, though no one at the other tables seemed to notice it...or perhaps they were too polite to comment on it. 

Meanwhile, Max played his own game, finding excuses to get Luis to come over to us, though never in a way to get Gilbert in trouble. It was increasingly clear that he wanted a hall pass, too...so he could get some of that cute Latin booty for his cock...but was that what Luis had in mind, or was Luis a Top instead of a bottom? I decided that it was time to clear the air, so while we still had a chance, I spoke frankly. 

"Folks, I think that in the interests of fairness, we should give everyone here a hall pass for the rest of the cruise. I don't mind the help and I doubt that our group marriage will be threatened by this. If anyone leaves because of this, well, mazel tov. I want your happiness, even at our expense, and if an outsider can wrench one of you away, then perhaps you don't belong with us, though you will be missed. I don't see that happening, however. Those are just my thoughts," I commented. 

The reaction was a smile and a kiss from each of my lovers, though Ninve made a point of adding, "Well, please bear in mind that since you own us, it's really up to you at all times...and that despite your self-imposed restriction, you don't really need a hall pass. You never did. None of us would dream of holding you to that expectation. As long as we aren't deprived, what do we care if you fuck every waitress or waiter on this ship? Consider it open season for you...I've always seen it that way. You can do no wrong in my sight. 

"I fell in love with you, knowing that you're a lecher. Any limits that you have are those you put on yourself and I'd rather you gave up that burden for all of our sakes. I want you to feel free and happy...unrestrained and without any such stress. Screw the rules...and screw whomever you wish. You and I didn't follow the rules when I was your supervisor and you knocked me up. I'm glad that we broke them, too," Ninve swore to me as she peppered my face and neck with steamy kisses. 

"What she said. Think of this as an intervention, please. You, Master...husband...lover...you're above that BS and you know it. Don't sell yourself short. Let's just throw the rules out and go back to not obeying anything but your will. We're your sluts and clearly these regulations aren't helping, since they get in the way of what we all want, which is to share and share alike...and to cater to your every personal whim. How about it, honey?" Cherry proposed. 

"So...you want to return to the looser arrangement that we had. Consider this an experiment in polyfidelity that hasn't worked out. Okay, I'm game for that, but we need to be careful of social diseases and stalkers, that sort of thing," I cautioned. 

"So, exercise your veto whenever you think it necessary, but otherwise, let's do whatever comes naturally to us," Sandra suggested. 

"Well, that's an excellent answer, I must admit. A sensible solution. If I have any reason for misgivings, I can intervene. Also, come to think of it, this will allow infusions of fresh DNA now and then, avoid a stagnant gene pool, you know. Of course, Katrina here is already pregnant, but there will be many openings to impregnate you ladies. A donor or two from the outside might well prevent too many recessive genes from passing on to the next generation. Anyway, in Kat's case, this is another likely male virgin, just like that delivery guy that Cherry sucked off that one time. No high-risk case here," I reasoned, while becoming even more amused at the exchange between Kat and Gilbert. 

"Or near virgin. At any rate, he's a charity case...a very yummy charity case. I can't wait to pin him to the bed and mount him. Perhaps we can film the action. Wouldn't that be sexy as hell? He'd get his own sex tape and be immortalized for it, no longer be the timid, undersexed chap that he is now," Kat started moaning as she played with her own crotch, her skirt raised just enough to do so. 

"Dessert, princess?" I offered Ninve, to which she nodded. 

"Sorry, honey, but you know what this pregnancy is doing to me and my appetite," my former supervisor apologized. 

"Same thing it's doing to the rest of you, and I will never begrudge you dessert. Never apologize for your cravings, baby," I told her with a passionate kiss, while noticing that Max had risen from the dining room table. 

"Carrot cake?" Ninve pleaded, as I nodded. 

Kat informed Gilbert of her order, followed by those of the rest of us...and for some reason, most of us wanted some...probably due to all of those calories we had burned so far into the cruise. Right about then, I heard sounds coming from one of the adjacent rooms. The noises became louder by the second, getting the attention of more than a few people in the dining area. They sounded like grunts and...then curses in Spanish. I looked at Shelby and winked at her, causing my niece to blush again. She knew the score by now, if not before...Max and Luis, I mouthed to her and she giggled while flashing me her pussy. 

In the meantime, Katrina started rubbing her own clit, obviously wanting to be so slippery wet that Gilbert could easily penetrate her. She licked her lips as well, not bothering to conceal that she was in heat. Something told me that Gilbert wouldn't last long, but that Katrina would find ways of getting her satisfaction from him in spite of his desperate state of arousal...Knowing her, she probably wouldn't stop with one round, but use him up and drain him repeatedly, which was fine with me. 

Sure enough, Max and Luis emerged from the other room, both of them grinning ear to ear, though both were walking rather funny. I got the feeling that Luis and Max would seek each other out now and then over the course of this cruise, given the opportunity, but again, I didn't mind. I was curious, though...in that timeframe...who did what to whom? Of course, in the end, it didn't matter that much, as long as both enjoyed themselves, right? Everyone in the dining room stared and a couple of them gave visible signs of voyeuristic pleasure, while others showed complete disgust or outrage. 

"So...tell us, who was the Top and who was the bottom?" Shelby teased Max as she gave him a very wifely kiss. 

"We...took turns with that. I fucked him and then he fucked me. It was...amazing. We were both switches, so it was only natural to switch off like that. His ass was amazing, but his cock made me feel so alive. Yes, we went bareback, too. I have his cum running down my thighs from my butt, in case you're wondering," Max smiled, showing that he knew my niece very well indeed. 

"Oh, yummy...may I?" Shelby said, not really wanting for an answer to her incomplete query before unzipping Max's pants and spreading his cheeks to lick up Luis's spunk. 

This was under the table, of course, but everyone at it could see or at least tell what was going on there, especially with the slurping sounds coming from the direction of Max's booty. By the time that Gilbert returned with the desserts, however, Shelby had graduated to Max's dick, licking it enthusiastically. I wrote down on a napkin, is this safe, he was just bareback inside Luis, but then I crumpled it up and tossed it. Shelby wasn't that far along yet, near as I could tell, so the larger threats to her unborn child were internal, not external. Josie snatched the napkin anyway and passed it to Shelby in full view of Gilbert. 

"Oh, Uncle Mark, that is so sweet of you to care, but I'm really too early in my pregnancy for that to be a major concern yet. This fetus has a lot bigger worries than anything from Luis's ass, which was apparently kept quite clean. Seems that Luis does the same thing that Max and Anton do...cleanses religiously to prepare for sodomy," Shelby reassured me as she resumed sucking Max's cock.

"That's why I crumpled it and tossed it, but, hey, I was worried for a moment," I admitted sheepishly. 

"I know, but, I still wanted to ease your worries, you dear man," Shelby smiled at me before swapping spit with Josie for a second, and then going back to work on Max's dick. 

Max showed every sign that he had died and gone to his personal Heaven, or so it seemed, given how much he enjoyed it, especially once Josie knelt and picked up the rimjob where Shelby had left off of it. Having one's ass licked has always been a treat for anyone that I've known, male or female, something about the sensitivity of the flesh and the soft, wet caress of the human tongue along that crevice between the buttocks. The combination of that with a warm, wet mouth engulfing his cock...it had to be something almost calculated to keep Max hard, even on top of Katrina's pills. 

Speaking of Kat, she now seized Gilbert by the tie and shoved his face down to her gash, using her thighs to trap him there. He inhaled the heady musk of her sweet slit and began actively eating her out, clearly enjoying the early start of his tryst with the Punjabi cougar. He didn't come up for air for at least couple of minutes, but when he did, Kat planted a searing hot kiss on his mouth to reinforce her satisfaction with his efforts, before she pushed him back down where he belonged. He lapped greedily at her cunt, not showing her any mercy as he licked her pussy and sucked on her clit. What he lacked in experience, he made up in hunger for her twat. 




My Wicked Ways Ch. 19



This was when the incident happened. A fellow patron, who apparently didn't appreciate the beauty of impromptu public sex, walked over to Luis and demanded that this stop. He had seemingly been oblivious before, but now he was offended, though the reason for that wasn't clear just yet. He turned very purple when Luis refused to intervene and nobody else backed him up, not even his own wife. He had words with her, too, before both of them approached us, quite a study in contrast between them. 

The man looked about fifty years of age, portly, with a hairline that made me look bald (I can't help that my mother's baldness gene was catching up to me). However, his hair was silver and his face was wrinkled from too much anxiety and stress. His wife, however, looked closer to thirty or so, with just a slight hint of gray in her otherwise nut brown hair. She had a couple of laugh lines, probably due to the tensions of marriage to her hubby, but was generally much younger in appearance than him. Her sparkling blue eyes were the same exact shade as his, but showed much more intelligence and humor...they weren't...related, were they? 

"My husband here seems to think that you're behaving inappropriately. He's just mad at the world, however. Sorry about that," the woman assured us. 

"Why do you think that this is inappropriate, sir?" Cherry confronted him, making me very proud of my legal wife. 

"Because it's...public. Sex should be intimate and private, between husband and wife," the man insisted. 

"Or father and daughter," the woman added, making the man squirm. 

"Okay, what's this really about?" Nydia chimed in, her curiosity piqued. 

"I kind of...married Mandy here, unaware that she was...my daughter. She knew and didn't tell me. It's been an issue between us ever since I found out, which I did because she needed one of my kidneys," the husband admitted. 

"Oh, but Daddy, you still gave me your kidney, so you still love me," Mandy reminded him. 

"As a father loves his daughter. We can't be intimate anymore. This marriage is invalid and I just need to find a way to get it annulled. In the meantime...," he shuffled nervously, now on the defensive. 

"He continues to deny me my conjugal rights. Mean Daddy! Bad hubby! All that I want is to make sweet love to my husband, you know. What's so wrong about that? Even if he happens to be my father," Mandy pouted. 

"Okay, what's your name, sir?" Nydia asked him. 

"David, but I answer to Dave. Mandy is short for Amanda, of course," the man informed her, unsure where this was leading, even as he watched Gilbert bury his head in Kat's snatch.

By now, it was clear that Dave was aroused, too. That was especially true when he also saw that Shelby and Josie were busy going south on Max. His bulge was unmistakable as it grew in his gray dress pants. He had a veritable snake in his slacks, at least from what I could see. The women's eyes...and Anton's, grew very wide when they saw that, while Mandy licked her chops and pointed proudly to it. 

"See why I don't want to give up riding him? Well, that and being madly in love with him, despite his petty side that came out like this. He's still my Daddy and I have no intention of giving him up. I don't want this annulment or a damn divorce. I want my Daddy to take me and keep me as his wife," Mandy made her views quite known. 

"But it's wrong, Mandy. It's incest. It has to stop," Dave objected, clearly upset. 

"Trust me, Dave...you're so very lucky, both of you. It's a special kind of love, that of a father and daughter. I wish that I had that kind of love with my own father, but I do have a great stepfather here. Mark. He's my stepfather...and my husband, too. The husband of everyone at this table, in fact. We share. It's very sensual, very erotic...very delightful. You should kiss and make up with your lovely daughter there," Nydia encouraged him. 

"Besides, I'm fertile and ready to start a family," Mandy announced. 

"Okay...I guess that I owe you my thanks...and my apology. Any way that I can make up for it?" Dave stammered, more than a little flustered now. 

"Yes. You can fuck Stephanie here. You see. I've had her, so there is a good chance that she is already pregnant, but it helps to have a second source of sperm to increase the odds of conception. So, I want you to take my lovely bride here and fuck her until she screams your name, pumping your load far inside her. You're very horny, anyway. I can tell," I instructed Dave, prompting giggles from Mandy. 

"Don't worry, Daddy. I'm cool with it. You owe them, after all, having singled them out. Mind if I take on that guy over there?" Mandy pointed to Anton. 

"Go for it, princess. It's probably best for the gene pool if at least one of your brats don't come from me. What's your name, sir?" Dave nodded, as Stephanie began manhandling his body in anticipation of her romp with him. 

"Anton...Schumacher. Was something else, but we all took Mark's surname here. Don't worry. I'll treat your sweet daughter well," Anton swore. 

"Try and be good to Stephanie, too," I added with a wink for her. 

"Oh, sure...," Dave stuttered as Stephanie now led him back to our room, her hand already in his pants, fondling his balls. 

By now, Katrina was unable to stop herself and she gave out a loud scream which indicated her orgasm. She pulled Gilbert up and paid the check before taking him back to our suite. The look that she had on her face reminded me of a sci-fi film involving a giant, alien praying mantis ready to devour her mate...one with Daryl Hannah, if I recall correctly. Well, Kat was a lot prettier and sexier than the mantis for sure...and frankly, could give even Miss Hannah a run for her money. Still, Gilbert was undoubtedly at her mercy, and she didn't seem ready to show any on him. She was the predator, he the prey, but there were a lot worse things than being the object of an Indian cougar's ravenous sexual appetite...especially for a male virgin. 

Meanwhile, the rest of us were on our way back up to the suite, especially Anton, who found himself the target of successive kisses by Mandy. Tamara snickered and whispered kinky, sexy ideas into her brother's ears, soon slipping her hands down his pants to fondle his buns, while Mandy stroked his cock and balls. Max didn't get any relief, either, with Shelby and Josie both groping him despite helping him pull up his slacks. I felt soft, feminine hands in my own pants pretty soon, and one was even bold enough to reach up my shirt and start scratching my back. Evidently, now that the dessert was over...the women wanted to fuck like bunnies again, and I had the distinct feeling that the orgy was just starting. 

The rest of the patrons simply looked on in stunned fascination as they saw such a large party of frisky seafarers barely able to hold back from fucking in front of them. They couldn't see everything; just enough to tell that there was some nasty fun going on in their presence. It was all done with scarcely sufficient discretion to avoid flashing them outright, but not subtly at all. This continued the whole way back, to the point that several aroused members of both sexes whistled and cat-called...and more than a few men and women even fondled some of us. 

That was when somehow a couple of my sweet ladies apparently pulled me toward the outside of the group just long enough for a gorgeous black woman to unzip my pants and start sucking my cock in full view of the other voyagers. This prompted cheers not only from my harem, but also from my new audience. Before I knew it, certain of my wives helped me step out of my khakis and push me through an open door into a recreation room. Somebody carried my pants, but I'm not sure whom, while someone else held my boxers. I was naked from the waist down and soon found myself faced with the same woman who had sucked me...while she lay on the ping pong table with her skirt up and her panties down at her ankles.



My Wicked Ways Ch. 20



I felt cool, minty breath on the back of my neck and hands pushing me closer to the stranger. Taking the hint, and not needing much of an excuse to ball an ebony babe like this, I slid into her pussy and began actively fucking her on the table ... bareback, too, as no one even mentioned condoms in this frenzy. The stranger reacted by making out feverishly with me, her tongue invading my mouth while my dick plundered her cunt. I noticed the wedding band on her finger, but it was a little late to worry about that. Besides, for all I knew, she was poly like me.

This frantic, furious pounding continued for several minutes, my cock taking a woman anonymously in front of many of wives. My strokes only quickened in pace, as did the highly fuckable stranger's, her breaths coming in shallow as I ravished her body. She began moaning and panting, while her juices flowed so freely that they slid down to soak and stain her panties at her ankles. When she came, she came three times in rapid repetition, tiny orgasms that nearly made her collapse. Right then, balls deep inside a woman that I had never met before in my life, whose name I still didn't know, I shot my load perilously close to her cervix ... if she was fertile, she would be knocked up for certain.

"Pleasure to meet you, Mrs... ," I alluded to her wedding band.

"Dr. Anne Higgins. Sorry to be so aggressive, but I wanted payback for my groom's secret double life after finding out about it this afternoon. Seems he fucks a lot of married ... white women. Okay, I love him and I want to keep him, I don't deny that ... but I need to get some of my own. He can deal with it or he can leave, though I'm still in love with him, so I hope for our marriage's sake that he deals with it. When I saw how much of a ... popular fellow you are with your women, I thought of you as the perfect candidate to get some strange booty. If white pussy is reason enough for Donald to stray, white cock is good enough for his bride. Plus ... well, I was full of insatiable lust right then. Heat of the moment. You know the feeling, I can see that," Anne laughed rather charmingly.

"Smart as well as sexy, are you? What kind of doctor?" I asked as we rose and I saw the cum dripping from her snatch that she showed no intention of cleaning up.

"I'm an obstetrician/gynecologist. Donald is an editor of a newspaper, the Pacific Northwest Gazette ... He's also very active in his spare time with the Nation of Islam. Donald Muammar. We have significant religious differences, and frankly, Donald could do a lot better, but this is what he wants. I just wonder if sometimes we're too different from each other to make it work. I wanted ... an unconventional marriage. He wouldn't hear of it. I pointed out that both he and I are highly sexual people and would have a hard time being faithful, but he insisted upon monogamy. I agreed on three conditions: he would be as faithful to me as I was to him; he would have to satisfy me sexually; and he would have to agree to knock me up at least three times. I want to have children, whether from him or someone else.

"Well, I don't agree with his racial views, but at least I thought that it would keep him from straying with white women after his conversion. Yeah, before that, he was very fond of white girls, particularly blondes. I wouldn't mind that if he is honest with me and didn't neglect me ... or do any wrong by their men, if they're involved. I also wanted to believe that picking me to wed meant that he could enjoy a black woman, too. I truly thought that our love and passion were real, in spite of our troubles. This would make worthwhile, right?" Anne clarified as we got dressed at last, though I observed that she still didn't clean up.

"Come with me to my suite and we can talk this over more while watching the others and letting my cock recover," I invited her.

"Absolutely, honey. I have so much more to say, you see," Anne agreed, her hand on my ass as we traveled up to my suite ... the others also fondling me ... and even her, as we headed on upward ... while many people gawked at us on the way.

"See and do, I imagine," Tamara laughed, unable to avoid a comeback that made the ladies snicker ... including Anne herself.

We walked in to find that Katrina had fed some of her pills to Gilbert and was now riding him for a third time. He seemed about ready to die, but he also appeared to be in his own private paradise. Beads of sweat poured down his face, but she wasn't letting him up for anything. He was actually tied, spread-eagled, on his back, with his cock impaling Katrina as she bounced vigorously on it. Her naked, swarthy buns were on full display, much to my delight. Her body jerked more than once as she reacted to his balls emptying into her slit.

As for Dave, he was buried far inside Stephanie, pounding her hard from behind at the suite's vanity, with a sheen of perspiration on his forehead as well, suggesting that she had put him through his paces, too. No one could deny that she was well-fucked, too, given the gratified look on her face, one that seemed almost otherworldly in its bliss ... she had already cum more than once, it was very clear to me, and I witnessed the change of expression on her face as Dave spurted his load within her cunt, sending his sperm into a race to find their egg in a hurry.

Mandy was no slouch, either, as proven by the way that she took it on all fours on the floor, with Anton ramming deeper on each stroke inside her twat. She met him with equal ardor and really welcomed his thick cock to drive it home within her snatch. She didn't hesitate to gush and scream as she felt her orgasm hit her ... and then she clenched her muscles to milk his cock for as much seed as she could get from him. He concentrated hard as he came, both of them creaming together with satisfaction.

I wasn't shocked to see that Max had already screwed Shelby halfway into tomorrow and had moved on to take Josie. He must have had a good dose of the pills or something, because he didn't show any signs of slowing as he reamed the lovely French-Canadian ginger for all that she could take. Shelby didn't help him resist any more than she aided Josie, as her tongue moved freely between his ass and hers, rimming both with equal hunger ... her oral favors to both her legal husband and her assistant not abating until the inevitable happened. First Josie came, rather messy in fact, her pussy soaking Max with her lady juices and prompting him to release next. His jizz leaked out in a surprisingly generous amount, considering that he had already taken Shelby and, before her, Luis.

"Holy smokes ... he's... ," Anne exclaimed.

"Black, bald, and beautiful, baby," Shelby assured her before kissing Max passionately on the mouth.

"Is she ... how do I put it? A... ," Anne started to ask.

"Look for yourself. See any Queen of Spades on me?" Shelby invited Anne, who began admiring her pale, naked body, which still wouldn't tan.

"Nope ... not a sign of it. Oh, my ... you fucked him, but you also fuck the others?" Anne probed.

"God, yes. For the record, Max is my husband ... my legal husband. Yes, I married him. We're sort of in a group marriage, but Max is my official spouse under the laws of the State of Oregon. I adore him, but I also feel that way about the others. See the tattoo that I do have?" Shelby pointed out the tattoo which proclaimed my ownership of her booty.

"Who is Uncle Mark?" Anne inquired, genuinely curious.

"Mark here. Mark Schumacher, my uncle by blood. My father's brother, as it happens. Also the main husband and head of the household ... of the family. The big boss, so to speak. Yes, I'm my uncle's lover, one of many of his. Oh, and Max and Mark are together, too ... yes, all of the men are involved with each other, as are all of the women, and of course, the men and women together. This is a big, happy family ... a pansexual, polygamous, D/s, and incestuous tribe. By the way, Jeanne and Erica, they're transwomen ... they're taking hormones to develop breasts and other feminine traits. It's what they want, so we're happy for them, plus it is rather hot," Shelby clarified.

"And you ... you fuck them all, and still have the energy to screw me bow-legged? Christ, man, you belong in the world records as some kind of real-life satyr ... Priapus walking among us!" Anne laughed as she planted a very fervent kiss on my lips.

"Yeah, he's really like a fertility god or something," Ninve interjected while rubbing her clit this whole time.

"Katrina's pills are helping, of course," I admitted.

"Only to an extent. You still did a remarkable job, even without it, though you nearly killed yourself that one day," Sandra observed, "I'm a pharmacist. I would know. You only improved somewhat with the pills. The rest is all you, baby."

"I seem to recall two lovely Assyrian lionesses who guarded their lion rather fiercely that night," I smiled with some nostalgia.

"You're the man that we love most and the father of our children. We couldn't stand by and let them fuck you to death, no matter how pleasant an end it was. You're a man, not a rat ... and we needed you," Ninve pointed out.

"Not to mention how generous he is. He's given far more than he has taken. It was time to give something back to him and we gladly did so," Sandra added with a mix of compassion and logic.

"Oh, I should tell you something. Mark is my brother ... my younger brother, and yes, he's also my husband in my eyes, at least. He's married to all of us, honey ... he really does have a bond to each of us that is hard to explain," Rachel cut in.

"He's my husband by law, but he's our husband at heart. I married him partly because I wanted the distinction of being his first wife, but also for the legal benefits, and ... well, I'll let Nydia explain this part," Cherry turned to her daughter.

"She's my mother ... and my sister-wife. He's not just my husband, but my stepfather as well. I wanted badly to fuck a father figure, and since Daddy is gay, that left a stepfather ... Mark, whom I often call Daddy, as well. It's such a serious delight ... a taboo thrill ... and yes, I fuck my mother, too, but I enjoy calling her Mommy during the act. Mark and I were actually intimate before he got involved with Mom, but I have never opposed the idea ... quite the opposite, of course ... and he especially loves to fuck my ass, which I revel in doing, particularly while wearing my thigh-high boots. He's warned me that he'll still be fucking my ass when I'm sixty, and I've chosen to take that as a promise, not a threat," Nydia grinned at Anne, but winked at me.

"I was his supervisor when he fucked me," Ninve declared.

"Same here," Ana said, laughing as Teresa said the exact same thing five seconds later.

"He knocked up Ninve and I at the same time, or roughly the same," Sandra remarked.

"He fucked me in a closet at a restaurant where I waited tables the first time, and I gave him my panties ... my soaking wet panties," Lucy admitted.

"He took on Jannat and me in the dressing room at a maternity wear store," Ashley blushed.

"Oh, God, that was the best thing ever ... especially because I knew that he's Jewish. It was such a turn-on to fuck a Jew instead of the handpicked husband intended by my parents or that asshat ex-boyfriend of mine," Jannat licked her lips at that reminder.

"He's a Jew, is he?" Anne snickered, and then coughed.

"What's the big deal there?" Heather chimed in.

"Are you kidding? That's incredibly delicious, because Donald is all about how Zionism is such a plot against the black community and an enemy of Allah. Bunch of bullshit, of course. Easy to forget how many early civil-rights activists were Jews, I guess. Anyway, the fact that I nailed a man from a people that my wayward hubby can't stand ... well, I'm already amused that he digs Natalie Portman, since I know that she's Jewish. He jacks off to her all of the time, especially when he doesn't think that I'm watching him. Part of me hopes that I get knocked up by Mark now. Would serve Donald right, all things told," Anne laughed seductively.

"That can be arranged," Ninve spoke up again.

"Well, I know for a fact that he's impregnated at least four married women, though I'm not clear how much their husbands knew before the births. If they didn't before, they do now. Poetic justice, perhaps, though I'm not sure if Donald would go berserk or just plain homicidal," Anne smirked a little, "Don't get me wrong. I love my husband in spite of his flaws, but he needs to grow up about some things. A pity he's not more like Max here. Max seems very responsible and smart, not to mention level-headed."

"Thank you, ma'am," Max grinned, " I aim to please."

"I bet that you hit what you aim, too," Anne flirted more brazenly with him.

"In more ways than one, babe," Max teased her a bit more.

"I think that perhaps you two need to get it on now ... you have two much sexual chemistry not to explore," I encouraged Max and Anne, gathering wide grins from both of them.

"I like the way that you think, Mark," Anne told me, getting on her knees in front of Max and sucking him for what he was worth.

At this point, I seized Ana by the hand and led her into the shower with me. Running the water immediately, I reacted sharply to the cold, but I loved seeing how erect her nipples became as I slipped my fingers into her cunt, playing shamelessly with her bald pussy. She moved desperately back at me with her hips, clearly in need of my cock far inside her. I was more than happy to oblige, and pretty soon, her moans rivaled those of Anne, despite the fact that the good doctor was getting it hard from Max. Ana started shouting something, first in English, followed by Spanish, and then in her people's tongue, which I had never realized could be sexy prior to that context. Still, coming from Ana's mouth ... and her throat, that language had a very sensual connotation, especially as I caressed her yellowish-brown skin and felt the delights of her warm, wet snatch.

I fucked Ana for several more minutes as she became as heated from the sex as from the water, her body slick as the jets continued to hit our flesh and we rinsed off during the act. She thrust back at me with many eager strokes, her hips moving frantically as I rammed her as far inside her pussy as I could put my dick. As I bottomed out, Ana screamed and shivered, her juices flowing even freer with her orgasm. I lost it, helped along not only by the delicious sound of my sweet Filipina wife's pleasure, but also the words that now came to her lips...

"Mark, I'm fertile, baby ... give it to me! Knock me up!" Ana shouted, as I slammed back into her cunt ... bareback, unprotected, and quite ready to make her conceive.

My cum shot out into Ana with about four or five ropes, my sperm dashing all the way toward her cervix, ready to move past into her womb. With any luck, those swimmers would reach their finish line and fertilize at least one egg, maybe more. All that I knew was that the very idea of impregnating Ana was more than enough to push me over the brink and trigger my release. I turned her lithe body around and gave her a very passionate kiss after I withdrew from her twat, my hands lovingly fondling her flesh.

Then I started soaping Ana up and she smiled as she placed her head on my shoulder. I put my arms around her and stroked her long, jet-black hair as she leaned into me. After a minute or so of this, I resumed washing Ana's body and she responded with several sighs of apparent satisfaction. It was clear that she adored me as much as I cared for her, though neither of us was the monogamous kind, hence the other spouses for both of us. She started cleaning me next, after which we rinsed and dried off, our naked bodies now joining the others in the room ... and right into a trap.

Donald Muammar stood there with a gun to Max's head and Anne was visibly shaken. He made it clear from his body language that he was furious about Anne screwing another man, despite his own indiscretions. Max had understandably pissed himself, but so had Anne. The others were very terrified, waiting to see if I could reason with the man.

I took one step toward Donald and he turned the piece on me. It was a 9mm Glock automatic from the looks of it, probably stolen from the staff, since the cruise line had a strict "no guns" policy for guests on board the ships (understandable even to me, despite my staunch support of the Second Amendment). I held up my hands and he looked notably enraged. He looked me straight in the eye, as if trying to read my soul.

"You white devil, you defiled my wife, didn't you? 'Fess up before I send you to meet Allah. Tell it all to me now!" he shouted, while I approached him with my hands still up, trying to cool things down by not threatening him directly.

This only seemed to infuriate Donald, who now squeezed the trigger and fired three shots at me, while Ana stood behind me in paralyzed horror. One thing was clear about Donald ... he was no marksman. I was lucky in that much. He only hit me on the third round, the bullet slamming into my chest and knocking me over.

I heard screams and more shots as security finally broke into the suite and subdued Donald, while Anne wept openly with terror, grief, and remorse. She hadn't done anything that her husband hadn't done, but she still felt guilt, as it turned out later, that her revenge had put me in danger. In fact, I could hear snippets of discourse as I soared above my body for a moment ... and then a familiar face drove everyone and everything else away right then.

Marcy ... Marcy Swenson, Shelby's mother: she, too, floated in the ether, waving toward me. She evidently wished to speak to me again. I smiled and flew toward Marcy, both of us looking down at the carnage below. She looked briefly sad for a bit ... but only for a time. Then she took my hand and looked me in the eye.

"Go back, Mark. It's not your time to die. They want you back on Earth for now," Marcy assured me.

"I'm gonna need to recover quite a bit, but, yes, I think that you're right," I agreed, but not until after I caressed her cheek with my hand.

"You have work still to do. However, this, too, was meant to take place. You had to die for a moment to see the other side of things, to look beyond the veil of this Cosmos. They wanted me to tell you that. I have seen this event many times in the future, but now it is the present. I remained behind to come to your aid ... and my daughter's, too," Marcy explained to me.

"Then ... you know it all," I stated baldly.

"I know that you and my daughter are lovers, yes. Among many lovers ... trust me, I know and I have no issue with that. Neither does Heaven. It's not at all the way I was taught, you see. I am glad that she's happy ... and that you're happy. You matter more than you realize. Heaven has chosen you, Mark, just as it chose me," Marcy said with a kiss to my lips ... wait, how did I still have lips without a body?

"It's all in your head, Mark. Yes, I can read your thoughts. Your mind conceived of an ethereal body for itself on this astral plane of existence. As for me, well ... how do I put this? I'm not a ghost or phantom ... I'm your guardian angel, for lack of a better term. I could have gone on, but they offered me this chance to remain at your side and I agreed, both for your sake and for Shelby's. I helped influence your choices to bring you back together ... even, crazy as it sounds, your decision to fuck Anne. Yes, I can say that word. Heaven doesn't give a shit about profanity," Marcy continued, much to my shock.

"Do you have wings?" I blurted, suddenly feeling silly for asking that.

"Oh, Mark, I love your kinky mind! I really do. Yes, I have wings, but they're concealed for now. Don't feel silly for asking that. You just want to fuck an angel. Can't say that I blame you. You're far from the first man with that fantasy, hence that cute little film with Emmanuelle Beart, Date with an Angel. Even dead, you're quite the character. Just remember that your family is torn up and very upset over your loss, so the sooner you return to your body, the better," Shelby reminded me of what was transpiring on Earth.




My Wicked Ways Ch. 20



"Oh, that is true. I wasn't trying to be selfish, it's just... ," I stammered.

"Yes, it's hard to think of the living when you're first dead. I get that. Pretty normal, in fact. It's not selfish, it's a different perspective, because you forget that they are upset, while things seem okay to you, so what is there about which to be sad? Trust me, by the way ... when I get the opening, and it's not yet, I will jump your bones with my celestial body. I have to warn you ... I could exhaust or kill you with sex, at any rate in your old body, but in your new one, you might be able to keep up with me ... might. Certainly with my daughter and her sister-wives," Marcy elaborated further.

"My new body?" I was stunned to hear this.

"Oh, yes, that. I was coming around to it. How else do you think that I plan to fuck you from the Beyond, dear? Certainly not in that old body of yours ... I'd worry that you might feel like a rag doll or a shrunken shell of a man after that ... of course, you nearly killed yourself with sex once and you bounced back beautifully, but the risk is one of many reasons for your new shape. Not to mention that you will be better able to do your job ... as a prophet of Heaven and a leader of your new society," Marcy kept up the mysterious chatter, raising more questions than answers.

"And that's all?" I probed with curiosity.

"Oh, no ... you're going to be quite the stud, not that you aren't already. Part of your function is to aid in human evolution with your seed. After this, you won't need any potency pills. The other men still will, but that's their problem. Heaven knows everything of your plans and what you need to do in the future. Also ... since I am an angel, it has a vested interest in our breeding. There was a time when human-angel relations were strictly forbidden, but the new management sees the potential for natural selection in cross-breeding us. Not to mention that I'm rather persuasive when it comes to them and making my case. At the risk of boasting, I convinced them very well of my passion for humanity ... and one human in particular," Marcy told me with another kiss.

"So ... we have divine blessing to engage in sexual congress with each other?" I was astonished.

"Like I said, Heaven's under new management. The new Boss, he's rather fond of you. Anything else you want to know? Anyway, I plan to conceive by you ... and probably a few other lucky mortals. Given my job, though, I'll have to let you raise them and only visit them. Apologies, but angels don't exactly have a home life," Marcy added while looking at me closely, "but I will visit every chance I get, I swear it."

"And what else does this new body do?" I probed further.

"You'll see, honey. I can tell you this much. You won't need any physical therapy like most gunshot victims of your severity. You will heal with remarkable speed," Marcy promised me, "oh, and give Shelby a message for me, will you?"

"What message is that?" I asked her sweetly.

"That I love her ... and you, and that I know it all, and I approve of her tastes in men ... and women," Marcy laughed, and then told me, "Okay, sweetheart, time to go back to hearth, home, and harem."

I suddenly felt myself shoved back into my body, but it felt so much different, so much more vital. I could see better than ever and I felt no pain or shock. I opened my eyes and saw my women ... and my two guys, their eyes full of tears, and then utter disbelief, especially once I looked down at my chest and found no hole or wound ... it had vanished entirely. The bullets were on the floor ... a crumpled, mashed-up mess, still bloody, but no longer in my flesh ... and the gunpowder was all over the carpet.

I looked at Max and Anne, telling them, "Okay, now, shower time, both of you! Get with it! Anne, you can't retrieve your husband from his holding cell smelling like piss. I'm going to drop all charges against him. Hopefully, that's the end of it, if you two are willing to follow my example and show mercy on him. I understand if you're not, of course."

"I'll waive charges. What he did was wrong, but I think that he wasn't himself. If he had killed you, however, I would have pressed those charges. I'll honor your wishes, however ... especially since I'm glad to see that you're still alive after all," Max agreed.

"He was wrong to snatch a gun and turn it on us, but I'll forgive the old fool. Jealousy and dogma are a toxic combination and you're ... well, alive. It's a miracle and perhaps the combination of that and some mercy will help change his heart. I will, however, have a real talk with him, and I want your moral support. I want an open marriage and he can either agree, or, as much as I love him, he can forget about keeping me. I refuse to let his jealousy dictate my life anymore. Jealousy is part of the problem. It drives people to do crazy, irrational things in moments of rage, and then we get what happened," Anne insisted.

By now, my ladies had swarmed all over me, covering me with their kisses and their embrace. The shock was gone. Hearing me engage Max and Anne in a full conversation did the trick. They knew that it was really me and that I was truly alive once again. I put my arms around each of my girls, and when Max approached me on the way to the shower, I fist-bumped him for a second.

"Sorry, guys, you two don't have time for a lengthy romp, but maybe you can get in a quickie in the shower. That way, you can better confront Donald with the reality that your fidelity is a thing of the past. His fidelity, of course, was over before it started. What's fair is fair," I smiled, thinking of Anne's pussy full of Max's cum ... the poor guy hadn't gotten to release before, due to Donald's raid.

"Alright, ladies ... and Anton, I need to get dressed. I have a man to spring from a cell. He was a bit misguided, but I think that he can be shown the error of his ways. No need for all of you to tag along. I'll be right back," I smiled at my wives, "Max and Anne are coming along because they were victims of Donald, too."

Dave and Mandy looked at me and I nodded, "Hold the fort, please, along with my harem. You're my guests."

Minutes later, I was properly dressed for my encounter with my assassin. I wondered how he would take it. While I dressed, my lovers (minus Max and Anne, of course) continued to shower me with affection. They kissed my flesh repeatedly and ran their hands all over my body, even messing up my hair a couple of times before I got it back in place. I let them because, frankly, they needed the comfort of my touch, the intimacy of physical contact with me. I didn't wish to deprive them of that, nor did I wish to deny myself the soothing effect of their caresses on my skin.

Finally, however, Max and Anne finished showering and got dressed, so it was time. At this point I turned to Shelby and pulled her aside. I wanted to relay her mother's message and I did, word for word. Her eyes moistened with tears and she kissed me harder than I had ever been kissed before in my life, I do believe. At last, she had heard a message from the other side and knew that her mother was doing well in the afterlife.

"Alright, boys and girls, time for some of us to deal with the cruise cops," I informed them, walking out of the suite to deal with the whole Donald affair.

The captain and the head of the cruise security service were there, as was Stephanie in her official capacity, but she was a bit nervous, for fear that her role as a witness and her undressed state could be used against her. I smiled at her and mouthed "I love you and everything will be just fine." She looked as if she had seen a ghost, which to be fair, maybe she thought exactly that. The head of security was also worried, because somehow, Donald had slipped this one past him and endangered some guests. This could cost him his job.

"Relax, everyone. I'm fine. Alive and well. I ... came back to life. Shocking as that sounds, it's true. If you want to review any tape, the camcorder was on, I believe. As far as I'm concerned, no crime happened to me. What about you, Max, Anne?" I turned to them.

"Let's just ... call that a misunderstanding, shall we?" Anne assured the security chief, "a little temper tantrum that gave us all a scare. Don't worry ... we'll destroy the tape if it comes to that ... or perhaps Mark can be persuaded to let you keep it. You might find the rest of the tape as delightful as the incident itself was horrifying."

"Works for me. Max?" I asked him.

"Hey, he snapped and he was wrong, but I just don't feel like putting him in prison. I think that he's learned his lesson, at least I hope so. I don't think that he'll be any threat. I won't complain against the cruise line, either, or even against the guard who lost the sidearm," Max assured them.

"Same here. No lawsuits. No complaints. No negative feedback. I think that Donald shocked us all. He snapped, as Max put it, and had a moment of temporary insanity, and let's leave it at that. Not saying that I deserved to die, but, hey, who would really believe this case, anyway? Man gets killed and comes back to life? We'd get laughed out of court, as would the prosecutor," I proposed.

"So ... just sweep this under the rug and everyone have a clean slate, right?" Stephanie wanted to have a role in saving the cruise line's ass ... and her own delightful derriere.

"Well, we're also in international waters now, and there would be all kinds of crazy jurisdictional issues. Very well. Release Mr. Muammar into his wife's custody and hope that it all turns out okay from here. But no more violence. Are we clear? I'm holding everyone responsible for his future good conduct," the captain ordered the security chief.

"Thank you for that, and as a token of my ... appreciation, here's a thank-you gift," Anne slipped off her panties and handed them to the captain, "I'm sure that we can release the tape into your hands, I think."

The captain coughed, but he accepted the underwear with a grin as she winked at him, while I surprised them all by giving Stephanie a deep tongue kiss. The cat was out of the bag, but the captain laughed and shrugged, before officially signing the paperwork to release Donald into Anne's custody.

"So ... what now?" I asked Anne, when the guards went to grab Donald from the holding cell.

"Now, I read him the Riot Act and make it clear that he can play all he likes, but so can I, and if he wants to stay my husband, he'll behave like a grown-up, like you and Max, in other words," Anne grinned, rubbing her pussy under her clothes.

"So ... any evidence left behind of getting fucked by Max?" I teased her.

"Yep ... I washed my pussy before he fucked it, just so I could leave a trace, though some of it was in that soiled pair of panties. I hope that the captain here finds it useful jerk-off material, along with the tape, violent ending to the contrary notwithstanding," Anne laughed, right as Donald came in, escorted by guards, who removed his handcuffs.

"Surprise, surprise," I told him with a grin.

Donald nearly fainted upon seeing me alive and well, but he recovered after a second and turned to his wife, "Oh, my God, what's going on?"

"You're getting released into my custody, honey. No charges pressed. Mark, as you see, came back from the Beyond and wanted to show you some leniency. I don't think that he's the same man that he was before ... he's better. Oh, and yes, he fucked me, as did Max ... again. Look, Donnie, baby, I love you. I really do, but I only agreed to monogamy on the understanding that we would both be faithful. Remember that deal? Even then, I really didn't like it, but it was a compromise in our marriage. Well, now we have a new deal ... one that is necessary to save our marriage. We both play and neither of us pays for it. You did a horrible thing, but you were lucky that it was reversed by a miracle and the victim was merciful. It won't happen again," Anne warned him, "I'm tired of your hypocrisy. You can't screw blondes left and right and expect me to be faithful. It won't fly. This is the 21st century, sweetheart. Sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander. Turnabout is fair play."

Speaking of geese, it was clear that Donald's was cooked in terms of his marriage unless he agreed to some basic fairness. He nodded and he also looked at me with some terror, since I had returned from the dead and then spared him any real punishment. He could tell that I had been behind saving his ass as well as encouraging Anne to give him a second chance. He also looked worried about something, which his wife noticed, but it was I who read his mind ... and that was when it became clear to me that I could do so ... I could see others' thoughts and feel their fears.

"Donald, you're wondering just how much freedom you're going to have while in your wife's custody due to your mistakes. Well, technically, you're at her mercy until the cruise is done, so she could temporarily impose a double standard on you just as you did with her, but she doesn't wish to do so. In fact, she wants you to have fun, as long as you behave and don't go mad with jealousy again. However, I don't totally feel that my spouses are safe, so I am prepared to share them with you while you share your wife with us ... but on certain conditions," I arrived at an idea.

"I'm curious about this," Anne winked at me, and then him.

"Let's let him reconcile with the ladies and gentlemen of my family ... sexually, but with the stipulation at they control the action, just as you and I will with him. To ensure this, he must be bound, handcuffed, or otherwise restrained at all times. For everyone's safety until he earns back our trust and does his penance. If he's tied up or something like that, he can't harm my ladies and gents, and in return they can safely experience his sexual favors. Oh, and he has to take on all comers, male or female, starting with Max. Yes, that's right. You, Max. Of course, we'll tape it all, too. Should be some real fun for all of us," I announced, making all of them look a bit excited, even Donald.

"I think that somebody likes the idea of being tied up and used for sex," Anne cupped her husband's bulge, which visibly grew.

"I ... accept ... it's more than worthwhile to atone and also get the chance to pleasure so many fine lovers ... just please use plenty of lube. I want to get on your good side and thank you for not pressing charges, as well as supporting the idea of Anne staying together with me ... I just prefer not to have my asshole ripped open as it would be in prison," Donald shivered.

"Oh, hush, you ... I won't destroy your butt, just stretch it a bit, that's all," Max coughed and chuckled.

"I wouldn't mind fucking some of your ladies ... and Donald, for that matter ... and Anne here," the security chief smiled, now relieved.

"Sure, and the offer includes you, too, skipper. Steph, as you can tell, is already in my new, growing family," I declared.

The captain, a thin Asian man with a fondness for cigars, lit one up and chuckled a bit, answering with a slight Japanese accent, "It's likely to be the most tail that I get all year long, so I'd be a fool to pass that up. Does this mean that Steph is ... ready, willing, and able, so to speak?"

"Hell, yes, I am! I've wanted to fuck both of you, to be honest, but I was working on getting back with Mark here first. Now that I'm his again, I am pleased that he isn't a jealous man. You don't mind if I stick around for a little kinky fun with my boss and the head of security, do you?" Stephanie asked me seductively.

"Oh, honey, just have fun and come back safely to my arms ... and the bosom of my harem, in a manner of speaking," I winked at Steph.

"Shouldn't that be bosoms, plural?" Anne laughed, tying Donald's hands with his own necktie.

While we exited the room, I saw Stephanie get naked and bend over the plush armchair in the captain's office to invite both men to fuck her good and hard. I winked at her one more time as she looked over her shoulder at me and gave her a thumbs-up sign, to which she replied by blowing me a saucy kiss and winking back at me. Right then, I saw the captain put his dick to her lips, which she opened quickly to begin sucking with enthusiasm. The head of security, a bulky Canadian fellow of probably Scots origins, judging from his surname and several traits, such as red hair and freckles, smiled with anticipation as he began plundering her pussy from behind ... they were both bareback, but again, I now knew for sure that there would be no harm such as STDs from this ... it was destiny for all of us ... meant to be. If she got pregnant by one of them, so what? It would be good for the species and human evolution, that's all.

On the way back to my suite, Anne began actively playing with her husband's ass, while I slipped my hand up her skirt to fondle her tush, and Max slid his hand down the back of my pants. Donald was now notably turned-on, sporting a major bulge that prompted many cat-calls from fellow voyagers, including a statuesque drag queen who boldly planted a kiss on his cheek, smearing her lipstick on it. Anne giggled and wrote down my room number for the transvestite to encourage her to show up ... which only prompted her to follow us to the suite.

Once there, Ana in particular gave me a very steamy kiss, whispering, "You saved my life, honey. I will never forget that. Never. I will be grateful forever and I mean to show it for the rest of my life. Thank you for taking that bullet for me."

"For you, baby, I would do it all over again ... for all of my ladies ... and, yes, for Max and Anton as well," I smiled as I kissed Ana back with some tongue.

By now, Donald was tied to the bed in the master bedroom of the suite. His ass was in the air, too, more than ready for the lube that quickly followed. As the others watched with fascination, Max went behind Donald and entered him an inch at a time until he was balls deep inside his bunghole. Donald involuntarily reacted with a very loud groan, but also by leaking his precum, indicating that despite his religious affiliation which preached against sodomy, it excited him very much. He was still conflicted by this whole thing, but he knew that it was part of his penance for his previous actions, not to mention that it felt incredibly good to have Max's dick up at his prostate.

The rest of us watched and recorded the wild, kinky gay sex between Max and Donald, two fine black studs who clearly were at opposite ends in terms of their experiences ... until now. It was obvious that Max was far more enlightened and would have to teach Donald a trick or two as he buggered him, his cock plowing him as ruthlessly as he could. This was when the drag queen hiked up her dress and started stroking her cock with excitement at the scene of man-on-man action in front of us all.

"Release Donald for a second and turn him over ... put him on his back. Don't worry, Max ... you can re-enter him right afterward. There, that's good. Now, Anton, lube up our new guest, what's your name, Miss?" I inquired of her politely, as if not about to arrange the buggery for which she ached.

"Natasha Godunova. I was born Nathan Felix Gordon, but I prefer to be called Natasha ... or Miss Natasha, or Miss Godunova. What do you want me to do ... or rather, who?" she laughed nervously, but with obvious interest showing in her stiff prick.

"Ride Donald's dick while Max plunders his asshole. Make it a nice, kinky anal train, right here on film!" I commanded her, to which Natasha responded by doing exactly that.

"Gilbert, come over here," I ordered the waiter, who was still there, apparently sucking Cherry's tits from the milk mustache on his face.

"Put your cock to Donald's lips. Donald, open wide ... suck Gilbert's dick," I instructed the man, who looked to Anne, only get her nod as an answer.




My Wicked Ways Ch. 20



"What about me?" Dave now asked me.

"Fuck Jeanne's tight end," I directed him to the French-Canadian transwoman, while applying some lube to her asshole.

Dave blushed a little, but he then shrugged and placed his dick right at Jeanne's sphincter, parting her cheeks again, while her cock started to get a little hard, but not fully. Those hormones must have been having some effect after all, at last. Before I knew it, Dave was balls deep inside Jeanne, while Erica knelt to suck her dick, trying to get her stiff after all. It didn't work. Jeanne stayed only semi-hard at most. This was something that we had anticipated, but now it really hit home ... the hormones had made her effectively impotent. Then again, that was mostly a good thing, since she wanted her sexuality to be about taking, not giving, cock. Still, it was a good thing that we had other pricks around, because she would be unable to achieve a hard-on anymore.

I began stroking Erica's dick, and the same reaction now showed itself. Both transwomen were now at least partly impotent. Since only partial erections had limited use, they were now basically in the role that they always desired, that of the penetrated partner. That last dose of hormones must have been the final step. Sure, we could give them testosterone and reverse the effects, but it was clear that nobody really wanted that. They were free to be the women that they always wished to be.

I now grabbed Anton and told him, "Fuck Erica while I take Mandy here. I think that we should celebrate that both Erica and Jeanne have at last escaped the trap of their accidental manhoods."

"I guess they can still eat me out, though," Heather snickered, before shoving her pussy into her daughter's face while she got plowed by Anton.

I began fucking Mandy furiously, of course, her body greeting me with obvious pleasure at the encounter. She didn't need much foreplay right then and neither did I, especially as I saw all of the sex around me. The scene of Donald getting his ashes hauled by Natasha, Max, and Gilbert all at once was certainly sexy as hell, as was the sight of Anton ramming Erica and shoving her face into her mother's gash. She met me with feverish excitement, sending chills up my spine as I pounded her dripping cunt. I could tell that she was shivering, too, as she reacted to my hard rod's invasion of her body. I was definitely the aggressor, but she clearly didn't mind, as shown by the enthusiasm with which she pushed back at me with her lovely hips.

Finally, of course, Donald had too much stimulation and he came up Natasha's butt, just seconds before Gilbert shot off his load down Donald's throat and Max spilled his load in Donald's ass. Max picked up his phone and took a photo of the cum leaking from the man's sphincter and lips, sending it to Luis, who had apparently given him his number. He texted Luis an invitation and showed it to me, while I continued to take Mandy very hard indeed, and his text draft made it even harder not to cum just yet.

"I think that Donald's ass is going to be very used to cock pretty soon, but that's good news rather than bad. He needs to accept that there will be some traffic in that hole, just as there is in mine," Anne giggled before giving me a French kiss, "Nothing against you, Donald. Quite the opposite, babe. I want you to have the maximum pleasure. To do that, you need to break free of your self-hatred and your dogma, honey. Trust me, there will be plenty of pussy and ass to fuck in the future, too, not to mention some blowjobs. It will mean more sex for both of us, not less."

Erica began moaning into Heather's slit while her mother started doing so as well, allowing us to overhear a new kind of orgasm for the transwoman ... one that was all anal on her part, without any actual release. They both moved their hips with more than a little ardor, Heather's juices drenching Erica's face as she came all over it. The sight was too much for Anton and he exploded inside Erica, filling her with his spunk. The sight of his jizz leaking down her legs from her butt was something worth a zoom and I was pleased that Ninve zoomed in eagerly to catch it.

Next, Dave shot off his load in Jeanne, prompting a sort of orgasm without release for her as well, as his creamy gift kept giving through the benefit of the sight of so much cum leaking from her asshole. Both transwomen were pleased and they made out in full view of us, Jeanne's tongue going into Erica's mouth as they kissed. They also locked lips with Heather first, and then Dave, before Erica's mother also gave Mandy's father a tongue kiss worthy of any fantasy.

That was when I erupted inside Mandy, filling her snatch with my seed, as my own cum coated the inside of her pussy. She rose and gave me a lip lock, too, her tongue wrestling with mine as we expressed our enjoyment of the romp that we just had. When she knelt to suck me, I stunned everyone by getting hard again almost instantly in response, and then fucking her throat with more force than any of them would have ever guessed.

"Wow, how many pills did you take?" Sandra teased me, but I smiled so mysteriously at they all surrounded me to confront me about my secret.

"Seems that my new body has a lot of new tricks up its sleeve. I'm still learning how powerful it can be. Seems that I don't have much of refractory period anymore," I grinned with delight at that idea.

"Not like you had much of one before ... you were already porn stud material as it was," Nydia needled me while I fucked Mandy's face.

If these were my new powers, I could definitely get used to them, I thought, as I grabbed Nydia and made my intentions toward my stepdaughter very clear after all. From the look on her mother's face, however, I got a clear picture that it was going to be a one-two punch. Then again, Nydia and Cherry always worked best as a team, didn't they?



My Wicked Ways Ch. 21



Most of them settled down a bit, except Natasha, who began fucking Donald's ass herself, clearly enjoying the fact that she was now returning the favor and giving it to him as hard as he gave it to her. Whatever else she might be, Natasha wasn't strictly a woman. It was part of her sexuality, but only part of it. She liked having masculine and aggressive traits as well. I got the impression that right then, Nathan was more in evidence than Natasha, his alter ego.

For my part, my cock was buried once more in Nydia's asshole, just as it should be, with my sweet, kinky slut wearing her trademark thigh-high boots as I rammed it home inside her. While I drove it far inside her, however, I felt a bit of lube on my sphincter as a cock entered me from behind, taking my butt for its owner's pleasure. It was clearly a real dick, too, not a dildo. Meanwhile, Cherry fed her daughter her tits and welcomed the lips sucking on her nipples for dear life. She nursed hungrily, drinking her mother's milk while I shoved my cock into Nydia's booty.

"Damn, Mark, baby, you're even more of a stud than you were before the gunshot!" Ninve exclaimed as she kissed my mouth.

"Yeah, and Luis apparently agrees, hence his decision to fuck your ass!" Sandra declared, adding a kiss of her own.

I felt a surge of power within me, in fact, another reminder that I wasn't in my old body ... not exactly. It was a renovated model, so to speak, with a number of modifications designed to improve my performance. Why I didn't enjoy being dead and knowing that my harem missed me, coming back and giving them the pleasure of my prowess was more than worth the temporary grief, especially as I got to meet Marcy again.

The news that Luis opted to sodomize me instead of anyone else was rather flattering, too, in a way. I later found out that the attraction was my ... bearishness, as he put it. He admitted to finding my body hair and my beard rather appealing. Granted, I tended to prefer twinks, but male-on-male attraction could run the gamut, as I have learned over time. If Luis found me attractive and wanted to nail my butt, I was fine with that, just as I enjoyed slamming it into Nydia from behind and taking her sweet ass. The feeling of his hard prick up against my prostate didn't hurt, either.

Nydia's slick, lubricated bottom found wonderfully tight and hot as she squeezed my cock with it, which she always did whenever I used her tush. She never seemed to be indifferent to my dick back there, though she often complained a bit much about the pain before she realized how much she loved it. She wasn't pretending to hate it anymore, of course. By now, she welcomed every inch of my cock far inside her asshole, ravaging her for our shared pleasure. Her hips met my thrusts at every turn, while she continued to suck harder on her mother's tits, enjoying the experience of being nursed and buggered at once.

In the meantime, Natasha came at last inside Donald, leaving her messy load to leak onto the bed from his asshole, while the camera caught every moment of the release. By now, Donald wasn't recognizable as quite the same man, having been taken and used in both holes as well as having cum inside her. When she leaned over to French kiss Donald and rubbed her cock against his, he squirmed a bit, but his cock stayed hard and didn't soften for several minutes longer. Donald seemed to be a bit unnerved by having a sex tape like this, engaged in gay and CD sex, but at this point, it was a moot point. He had enjoyed it and everyone here knew it. He had no secrets left from anyone who mattered. Still, old closet case habits seemed to die hard.

Luis unloaded in my butt, letting me feel the slimy contents of his balls in my backdoor, not to mention the sensation of his jizz as it coated my insides and oozed out of my bunghole. I now released my own spunk in Nydia's bottom, letting her experience the same creamy reminder that her ass was mine, not her own. I turned her around and practically stuck my tongue down her throat as we made out and I reassured her with my passion that she would indeed still get my dick in her booty when she was old enough to retire. She needed to remember that I didn't and wouldn't abandon any of my ladies, including her ... What we had, it was a very permanent, but hardly exclusive, thing.

I couldn't help but taste some of Cherry's breast milk on Nydia's lips and tongue as we swapped spit, giving my legal wife the thumbs-up in response as I shared such a searing hot kiss with my stepdaughter. When Cherry grabbed my face and slipped me some tongue, I gladly returned the favor, even while groping her daughter's very fuckable body. I was amused and startled at how quickly my cock recovered, but then I reminded myself that I wasn't merely human anymore. I was something else and we all knew it. No one who came back from the dead was exactly normal, now was he?

"Daddy, please ... I can tell that Mommy wants to get fucked in the ass, just like me," Nydia urged, to which I responded by inching my cock straight from her butt to her mother's.

"Oh, God, honey! Take it! Take my ass just like you took Nydia's ... fuck me hard in the rear ... use it, remind me that it's yours again!" Cherry begged for me to sodomize her, which I was more than happy to do.

If Nydia's tight booty was very pleasurable to claim and ravage, her mother's was every bit as hot and enjoyable. My thrusts were, once again, met with maximum cooperation from my sexy spouse, who left no doubt to any observers that she still enjoyed marital sex with me, including of the anal variety. She never seemed to tire of my dick in her bottom, stretching and gaping it, just as her daughter welcomed the same experience in spite of her protests to the contrary. It was a truly invigorating encounter as always, with my cock pounding her sweet cougar ass without any mercy and she craved even more of me deep inside her.

By this point, the captain, security head, and Stephanie were back to retrieve the tape, and they all watched the action as I slammed my wife with my dick further up her butt. They all chuckled and the two men started jerking off to the sight, while Stephanie played with her own clit. I had another sex tape in progress now, with a very enthusiastic audience that seemed to really want to join in the action. Their thoughts struck me, the degree of lust almost unbelievable as they saw me ramrod my legal spouse up her heinie. I knew that they wanted to get fucked, so I cleared my throat and looked into the camera to give instructions.

"I have many wives, guys. You've had Stephanie and she's delicious, but if you want to sample a new course, there are plenty of lovers from which to choose. Men, women ... even a drag queen. Some are mine, some are their own, and some belong to someone else, but everyone's sharing today, aren't we?" I observed as I ravaged Cherry's asshole.

"Hell, yeah, we are!" Lucy spoke up, bending over for the captain.

"Me, too, honey," Ashley invited the head of security to take her from behind.

"Damn, I have to go for some of that!" the captain began sliding into Lucy's twat, much to her joy, as evinced by her lively hip movements in response.

"Think that I can refuse, either?" the security chief asked rhetorically, as he started fucking Ashley on all fours on the carpet.

Seeing all of this, especially once Nydia began to breastfeed her own mother, Cherry now lost all pretense of self-control and squirted while I sodomized her. I emptied my load after bottoming out once more in Cherry's sweet ass, my slimy jizz now coating my dick as it slipped out of her sphincter. Yet again, I took satisfaction in knowing that my wife and stepdaughter had shared me, a genuinely taboo thought in most circles, though it was the new norm around us. Nydia and I had actually been lovers before I first hooked up with her mother, which was the reverse of the expected situation, but then they were lovers as well ... each other's. This was made obvious by the hunger or thirst with which Cherry sucked her daughter's tits.

"Holy smokes, are they...?" Luis asked me with shock, but no arousal, since he was gay.

"Mother and daughter? Yes, they are. You should see them rim each other, too. God, it's delicious!" I grinned as I French-kissed both of the aforementioned ladies in front of everyone.

"We're both pregnant by him, too," Cherry added, winking at Ninve, who still held the camera.

"Okay, now, I want Anne to grab Gilbert and fuck him right here on camera. Cowgirl-style, looking into his eyes. Katrina, sit on his face. Clearly, he loves your pussy best, after all. Pin him down and use him where we can catch it on film," I directed three of my partners.

"Fuck, yes!" Katrina shouted as Anne and she teamed up to push Gilbert down to the ground for a serious romp on the floor.

Gilbert was serious fuckmeat now, and he knew it, but it was evident that he didn't mind this at all. On the contrary, he craved being used and made Anne's and Katrina's bitch for their pleasure. They didn't shy away from riding him greedily, either. Their bodies writhed in ecstasy as did his with this rather femdom-oriented threesome, the ladies doubtlessly in charge of it. Even if he wished to complain, which judging by his thoughts and actions, he didn't, he wasn't really able to say anything with Katrina sitting on his face and making him eat her pussy while Anne bounced on his cock.

If Donald thought that he was forgotten, he was very wrong, because I tapped Teresa on the shoulder and pointed to him, after which I turned to Ana. She had a wicked grin on her face and I nodded, sensing that it was indeed payback time for her. We laughed as Ana grabbed a strap-on dildo with a thigh harness and Teresa planted herself on Donald's cock to get him inside her pussy. Once Teresa was safely mounted on Anne's husband, her friend Ana took the dildo, with a small amount of lube applied to it (the cum already there helping as well), and simply rammed his asshole with the vibrating dong. Teresa and she kissed fiercely for several seconds as they shared their power over their captive.

Donald howled for several minutes until Rachel sat on his face, riding his mouth for the sheer thrill of using him for vicarious payback against Hershel. I had to admit to myself that seeing Donald get his body used in such a fashion was more than a little stimulating to me, and I was already feeling rather lusty, anyway. Whatever happened with this new corporeal shape that I had been given, it might have looked like my old body, but it wasn't my previous form at all. That shell was gone and in its place was this vessel that I now occupied, which seemed to have plenty of stamina and other gifts, especially in the bedroom.

I wanted my dick clean enough to fuck someone, so I thought of a wet washcloth and then it appeared. I was a bit amazed by this, but then I recalled that I have a new body with mysterious powers to which Marcy alluded while I was dead. I then moved the washcloth with my mind and used it to clean my dick, at which point I seized Heather by the waist and pushed her over the ottoman. Instead of complaining, she pressed her sexy ass back at me with her hips and I had to do my level best not to dry hump her right then and there. Instead, I slid two fingers inside her pussy and probed her a little before slipping her my thick cock, which I now noted had another inch or two at least in length.

Before anyone knew what was what, I was balls deep inside Heather and taking that sweet, dirty blonde cougar for all that she was worth. I fucked her for several damn good strokes, pulling her long hair and feeling the intensity with which she enjoyed the rough sex going on between us. There was never any real doubt for either of us that this was the life ... she had decided that Sunday that she wanted to be mine and she had never looked back. Of course, it hadn't hurt that I already had her daughters ... all three of them, in thrall (and if, by now, you think that Erica is still her son, you haven't caught up to the extent of her feminization) ... then again, the spell was mutual, I dare say, in each case. I was as charmed by them as they were by me, just as was true with all of my other partners.

Speaking of the daughters, two of them were cumming pretty loud and well, so much so that I could have heard Lucy and Ashley screaming their climaxes on the other end of the cruise ship. Clearly, the captain and security chief knew their stuff, much to my relief, as I would have hated to see them frustrate my sweet girls. The ladies deserved the best, since they were mine, after all, and only on loan to the aforementioned fellows. When Stephanie licked their dicks clean, I could hear several men and women audibly gasp, given the extent of her apparent attention to such important matters ... she was very much a dedicated employee indeed.

By now, Rachel and Teresa also came, as indicated by their moaning, followed by Heather, who tightened on my cock, squeezing it like a tube of toothpaste for my seed. I shot out my load about the same time that Donald released his into Teresa's cunt and Ana screamed her own orgasm at last. We all nearly collapsed, but, in the interests of courtesy, I took only a quick breather and formally introduced our distinguished guests.

"Captain Tokutomi Yanagi, the skipper of our ship, in fact, ladies and gentlemen, our most notable guest of all. I am honored to have had the chance to host him here in this suite. This fellow here, of course, is none other than our chief of cruise security, Aengus Bryne. Unmistakable chap, to be sure. Now, Anne, you probably should go ahead and untie poor Donald. He's had a bit of a session, to put it mildly, but it's time for everyone to kick back and take a break. I might be indestructible now, but the rest of you mere mortals have other needs besides sex, so let's chill for a bit and watch a movie ... and no, I don't mean that kind. In fact, turn off the camcorder for now, Ninve and sit on my lap ... Sandra, at my feet as always, where you belong, my sweet," I commanded, no one mistaking my words for requests...

"Then I shall return to my office. Nice as this has been, I have work to do," Bryne declared, making his boss cough.

"Yes, that's me, too. Looking forward to more, of course, all in good time," Yanagi stated...

Meanwhile, Jannat started the popcorn and we settled in for a lengthy veg-out session ... watching the latest edition of the Hobbit ... more proof than ever of how surprisingly mundane and domestic even I could at moments like these ... it was about more than lust, after all. I really loved my partners ... every last, amazing individual of them, male and female alike. I was living proof of just how much one could love at one time ... much more even now than before, due to my transformation ... I was no longer simply a man, after all, but just what had I really become?



My Wicked Ways Ch. 22: Final



Our enjoyment of the Hobbit was cut a bit short when Stephanie received a text message from Captain Yanagi, showing photos of a fireball that rose from his native Kyoto, followed by a message..."Check the news, now!" 

Stephanie showed it to me and I nodded, reluctantly switching to the news...and there it was. A series of fireballs had risen from no fewer than fourteen cities in East Asia, throwing the governments and economies of the nations into utter chaos. This catastrophe threatened to spread to the West, of course, and already the Department of Homeland Security had issued an official travel warning bulletin, apparently ordered after Beijing, Shanghai, Guangzhou, and Hong Kong were incinerated. Panic had grown in several cities in other nations that had not yet been hit, particularly as the cascading effect of the crisis became obvious with the second round of fireballs that smote South Asia. 

"Oh, my God!" Stephanie wept openly as Hanoi and Ho Chi Minh City were officially listed among the devastated population centers...cities of her birthplace, Vietnam. 

Katrina burst into tears soon afterward, as Mumbai, Calcutta, and New Delhi were laid waste. It was the most Earth-shattering tragedy to ever strike humanity in living memory, possibly since the Black Death. As Karachi, Islamabad, Dhaka, Rangoon, Kabul, Alma-Alta, Tashkent, and Samarkand were struck, the officially confirmed death toll really climbed into the hundreds of millions. What remained of the United Nations Security Council reportedly met in special session to see what could be done to resolve the disaster, but no realistic ideas could be proposed, since the cause of the phenomenon was yet unknown. 

That was when I recalled that Marcy had prophesied to me that I was to undertake a leadership role in the post-apocalyptic society, a prediction that I chose to keep under wraps for now. This was evidently the beginning of whatever global apocalypse from which I was to save civilization itself, or at least some notable part of it. I also remembered what Marcy told me about Shelby, and I whispered it to her, holding her more like an uncle than as a lover right then, though I was still definitely both. Shelby cried a bit, but she also put her head on my shoulders for solace at that moment. She needed the comfort of my arms and I reached out to her, just as I did to the others, especially Katrina and Stephanie at that time. It turned into something of a group hug for a moment, in fact, before more news interrupted it. 

"Regrettably, the horrors of today, July 6, 2013, have not discontinued by any means, as witnessed by this video sent to us by our embedded staff near Mecca, who have thankfully managed to avoid being consumed by the flames which have absolutely destroyed not only that city, the holiest of Islam, but also Medina and Riyadh. So far, the absolutely staggering fatalities have accumulated to a minimum of four hundred millions, possibly as high as half a billion people. Many are already calling today Doomsday. Let us hope not. The world in my lifetime has been subject to many terrible events, but nothing on this scale," the anchorman looked grimmer than I could have pictured him looking, even in these conditions. 

"It will get worse before it gets better, friends," a voice broke our concentration...a distinctly familiar and feminine voice, in fact. 

"Mama!" Shelby turned, knowing that voice anywhere...she rushed to embrace her dear, departed mother. 

Marcy being Marcy, she actually held Shelby in her arms for a moment and cradled her before continuing, "I know that this is something truly awful, and I do not blame you if you do not understand the reason for this calamity, but believe me when I tell you that their suffering is over. It is the living that have cause for grief. This is an event that was coming. It was determined long ago, even before the reign of my master, the King of Heaven. All that my lord the King could do was mitigating the harm and ensure that the pain ended with the Great Reckoning. This was necessary, if horrible. Man must die to be reborn and from that rebirth, he will emerge stronger and better than before. This is part of our...your evolution. I do wish to offer my condolences, however, to any of you who lost loved ones." 

"Is this why you're still around, Mama? To help us through this?" Shelby asked her. 

"Yes, and because your Uncle Mark needs the benefit of congress with Heaven through me. He has been chosen for a special purpose and he must fulfill it. His birth was never an accident or a mistake. He is here for a reason. Someone must lead the way to the New Era, and who better than your uncle? He was tailor-made for this time and place. He will not be the only leader, of course, for this time and place, but he is the only one to receive the approval and sanction of my master, the King of Heaven. He is the Lawgiver. The new Lawgiver. The last few have been...a little drunk with their power and they had to be cut back down to size. Let that be a warning to you, my dear Mark. I want you to succeed as the Lawgiver, so don't emulate the others," Marcy explained. 

"Other Lawgivers?" I now showed my own confusion. 

"Yes, Your Eminence, Holiness, whatever. You're the current Lawgiver, but there were Lawgivers appointed by the previous Kings of Heaven. The majority were not chosen for quite the tough role that you have, but they had an important function in molding civilization. The last one was called Hubbard, but he sadly got the message all wrong and his movement became corrupted and perverted over time. The one before him was called Wilson, but he, too, disappointed the King of Heaven. Then there were the Spiritualists," Marcy continued, still holding Shelby to her bosom. 

"So...the founder of Scientology?" I asked for clarity's sake. 

"Yes, that very same man. He was one of many, of course. Moses, Jesus, Zarathustra, Mohammed, among others. All started well, but were affected by their conviction of their own righteousness. Most major religions started with a Lawgiver who lost it, but the Kings of Heaven kept trying to limit contact while using their man. My new Master is a bit more hands-on, at least for now, so as to avoid the traps into which the others fell. He doesn't want you going too far, so he'll contact you through me, but otherwise leave you alone to do your thing," Marcy assured me in front of the others. 

"Um...we should probably let the Captain and Security Chief know about this, since we might wish to make landfall soon. I think that our cruise is likely to be cut short well ahead of its destination," I declared. 

"Yes, I would strongly counsel that, Mark, since Moscow, St. Petersburg, Kiev, Minsk, Istanbul, Tehran, Baghdad, Damascus, Amman, Dubai, Abu Dhabi, and Ankara are gone," Marcy informed us, bringing shock to Jannat's eyes now. 

"Beirut has been spared?" she inquired. 

"Beirut has suffered enough, the King of Heaven told me himself," Marcy intimated to us, "besides, he is fond of the Levant, due to its role in forming written language and the alphabet." 

"What about Jerusalem?" I asked Marcy. 

"To be spared, per that covenant between a former King of Heaven and your people. It will probably be one of the largest cities to survive, and certainly one of the oldest. Rome and Athens are also to be preserved, as major cultural centers without much hegemonic power. No great power capitals are safe, as the great powers must be cut down to size, all of them. So is Alexandria. But Cairo, Tripoli, Benghazi, Tunis, Algiers, Khartoum, and Rabat are doomed and next on the agenda. You can tell the Captain that much, so he'll know that you're a Prophet and Lawgiver," Marcy informed me. 

This led me to text that to the Captain, scant minutes before the TV displayed the horrific destruction of the cities that she just named. 

"Strangely, Nicosia, Jerusalem, and Beirut have all benefited from some kind of Providence or protection, given that they have not been consumed by the fireballs," the anchorwoman told us what we already know, just minutes before Captain Yanagi and Chief Bryne entered our suite. 

"How did you know about all of this, Mr. Schumacher?" Yanagi demanded to know, just before he saw Marcy, who incidentally wore nothing but her wings. 

"Who are you and how did you get here?" Bryne confronted her. 

"I am an angel, sir, but I used to be a mortal woman named Marcy Swenson. I'm Shelby's mother. To answer your other question, Captain, I told Mark about these events. I know which cities will be destroyed and which will not, because the King of Heaven has told me that. However, I will only tell you through Mark, because that's the hierarchy with us. Mark is a Prophet of the King of Heaven. He is also the Lawgiver. He has just been informed of his appointment, as it happens. The new information was the first prophecy that he has issued, in fact," Marcy informed him, much to his shock. 

"Wow, and here I thought that angels weren't...anatomically correct. You're rather distinctly female," Bryne coughed. 

"She is beautiful!" Yanagi exclaimed. 

"Thank you, but I am mainly staying here to touch base with Mark and to officially confirm to you that Mark is the Lawgiver, the hand and voice of the King of Heaven in making just and righteous laws for this world. He is a Prophet with a divine appointment and a servant of the King of Heaven, the very God of this universe. I must depart for now, but it was a pleasure to meet you...I will advise you, however, that it's best to return to port, rather than continue on your voyage. Avoid Los Angeles, naturally. It's doomed to be totally destroyed," Marcy announced before she vanished in front of them. 

"Holy shit! Did I just see a stark-naked, drop-dead gorgeous lady angel?" Bryne wondered. 

"Crazy, isn't it?" Luis shook his head. 

"Wow!" Mandy expressed her surprise. 

"Yep, very odd," Dave spoke up. 

"She's my mother, too, but, yes, I would do her, given the chance," Shelby admitted, making me laugh before I recalled that millions were still dying. 

"This just in. Every national capital in Africa but Juba, Freetown, Monrovia, and Antananarivo has been destroyed. Johannesburg was laid waste as well, much to the horror of our embedded correspondent, Thaddeus Mivago, who was regrettably seized and attacked by a gang shortly after sending us these videos. Sadly, there is not much that can be done to help him, since the South African government no longer exists. I must warn you that some of this footage is extremely and graphically violent," the anchorman was visibly shaken as he told the world that his hometown of Nairobi, Kenya had been incinerated. 

"The death toll continues to climb with each phase of what some are calling Fireball Day and others are simply naming the Apocalypse or Doomsday. Reports continue to grow of riots in every major city with the increasing panic, of looting, of overextended emergency, fire, and police services, of disruptions of the global food supply chain, of coups and revolutions, of strikes and layoffs, of stock markets and government bonds in freefall, and of people trapped in foreign nations that they wish to escape due to the destruction of airports and seaports. Refugees have swarmed into the outskirts of unscathed cities, while others have attempted to flee major population centers to escape sudden death, camps are already forming, sometimes under UN supervision, more refugees have fled to other nations, planes have fallen from the sky due to lack of fuel, or been forced to make emergency landings. Furthermore...," the anchorwoman started to say before she was cut off. 

"Excuse me, Connie, but I have yet more unfortunate news. Additional fireballs have struck the cities of Warsaw, Prague, Budapest, Bucharest, Vichy, Munich, Edinburgh, Belgrade, Sarajevo, Zagreb, Vienna, Berlin, Geneva, Strasbourg, Brussels, Amsterdam, The Hague, Paris, London, Madrid, Lisbon, Copenhagen, Oslo, Stockholm, Helsinki, Dublin, Belfast, and Vatican City, though the rest of Rome was oddly spared. As you can see, this has had a devastating impact on Europe, where already social and civil unrest had taken hold in many areas. Fear has gripped every nation that has not yet been hit, since there are no guarantees that further such fireballs will not arise from even more cities in the future," the anchorman interrupted, prompting a new bit of weeping on Tamara's and Anton's parts. 

I now did my best to comfort Anton and Tamara, even as I heard Marcy's voice in my head, telling me that it was time to pass on a message, "Next will be Ottawa, Toronto, Quebec City...and Montreal. Sorry, Josie and Jeanne. I really am sorry." 

"I know. It's not your fault, mon cherie. You did not consign these cities to oblivion," Josie reassured me, giving me a deep kiss, as did Jeanne after her. 

Indeed, right then, word came in that those four Canadian cities had been incinerated. To say that our moods had been changed a bit was a given, but we also knew that life had to continue somehow. This was the end of the old world, but it was also the beginning of the new...and God help us, we would do better this time! Even so, it was enough to eliminate our jovial atmosphere and cast a real pall over our honeymoon cruise, to put it mildly. This was when I made my decision, to say the least. 

"We must make for the nearest port, ASAP...period. I have enjoyed this honeymoon and cruise, up to this point, and it is true that we will have a chance to enjoy ourselves in spite of this, but we absolutely must begin to rebuild human civilization with those of us we have on this ship. This does not mean an end to any more physical pleasure. On the contrary, as we will have to breed in larger numbers, it will be even more critical to enjoy each other that way, in addition to the benefits to our community from such shared intimacy. To put it more bluntly, we on this ship will have to bring about a new nation of sorts, so we will have to fuck each other a lot. This doesn't mean an end to recreational sex, either. It just means a greater urgency to more frequent sex. 

"However, for the moment, we need to deal with our sorrow and grief, and find out just what remains of the Old Order, as one might call it. I doubt that any of us will be in any mood for sexual solace just yet, though that will likely change and sooner than we expect. We also need to find out which if any of our loved ones are still around after this is all done," I said, barely a minute before the TV showed live footage of the immolation of Washington, DC. 

"Oh, my God! It has happened...the President, the Congress...the monuments, memorials...oh, damn!" I exclaimed, right before yet more destruction was revealed. 

Next was New York City, of course. It was incinerated right in front of my eyes and that of the remnant of humanity in the world. Not much later, we witnessed the fireballs and smoke which rose from the ruins of Chicago and LA. The next two targets shocked us all: Lynchburg, VA, and Salt Lake City, Utah. This turned out to be the final round to affect the good ol' US of A. 

We waited in dread for the rest of the devastation to follow, namely the obliteration of Mexico City, Veracruz, Havana, Panama City, Bogota, Brasilia, Rio de Janeiro, Sao Paulo, Buenos Aires, Santiago, Lima, Montevideo, Caracas, and Managua. It was over, I now realized. The end of the world had happened on live TV, and I had been a witness to it, as had my growing family. My heart sank as I thought of the millions of people who had perished in the process, but what could I do? At least as the Lawgiver, I could bring humanity back from the abyss, I hoped. There was nothing else that could be done. 

Since Atlanta wasn't destroyed...at first, that is, I saw it live on CNN when the city dissolved into anarchy over the course of the evening. Finally, however, at about 2:45 am, the network went off the air, presumably because it had been overrun back in its headquarters. Exhausted, I retired to bed and snuggled most with those who grieved their family, such as Tamara and Josie. Ninve had lost some relatives, too, as had Sandra, of course, so they kinda dogpiled me on the main bed as we drifted off to our nightmares.

*****

 This is not the end for Mark, just a shift away from his old life and toward a new beginning.



My Wicked Ways



"So, we both need good lawyers. Me for the annulment, you for the divorce. Maybe we can get the same lawyer, if that's okay. Thank you for telling me this. It explains a lot. Sorry for what I'm about to confess to you, but before I got with Mark, I tried to seduce Dad. It failed, of course, but now I know it wasn't for love of you. It was because he is gay. Damn! Well, that confirms what I suspected before. Just try not to be too angry with me," Nydia pleaded with her mother. 

"Well, I can't say that I'm thrilled about it, but I admit that you always were a wild card. I think that you get it from both of us, just in different ways. Before I was with your father, I was a bit of a hussy, I must confess. I even slipped a time or two and had a couple of trysts while married to him, but I felt extremely guilty about it. I was just lonely and horny, for obvious reasons. I certainly won't judge you for trying to do what I also tried to do: win his love. Nor will I judge you for turning to another man, as I did. I just wish that I had a man half as virile as this stud of yours seems to be here," Cherry admitted, her eyes not hiding her lust for me. 

"So, do what I did. Take Mark as a lover. I'll share him with you. I doubt that he would object, and I very much doubt that Sandra or Ninve will mind. Will you, girls?" Nydia proposed, and then kissed Cherry on the lips, though I couldn't tell yet if that was an incestuous kiss or not.

"Not a problem for me. You'd do well here, I think. Besides, I'm not selfish enough to deny a lonely divorcee what her husband won't give her anymore. You need a place to stay? You need a man? Mi casa es su casa y mi eposo es su esposo. My house is your house and my husband is your husband. Well, not technically my husband, but we would all marry him if plural marriage was legal. Wouldn't we? None of us feel it right to have what the State won't let all of us have, that's all. He can be ours. Now, care to join us for breakfast?" Ninve hugged Nydia's mother. 

"My sentiments exactly," Sandra concurred, adding her own embrace to what turned into a group hug among the women. 

Then they huddled a bit, all four of them for a second, and turned toward me, Nydia informing me, "We're all agreed. You should keep Mom here, permanently, along with the rest of us. Even if the sexual part doesn't last, she'd make a wonderful grandmother to our kids, wouldn't she? What do you think? We'll only do this with your blessing, of course. Frankly, we hope that you don't lose interest, since Mom has her needs, too. However, whatever happens, we want her to stay around and not have to go anywhere. Mom has something to say to you, too, Mark." 

"That's right. My daughter and your two princesses are firmly in favor of this proposition. To make it easier on your finances, however, I will naturally contribute greatly to the household expenses and even improve your standard of living. Times will no longer be tight around here, I promise you. 

"I have just the lawyer in mind, too. Her name is Shelby Swenson and she is quite good for an associate. She's an up and comer. She's also drop-dead gorgeous and has hit on me more than once. I don't know if she is gay, but she certainly would make a welcome addition to our inner circle, at least for her legal prowess, if nothing else. I can sound her out about joining our little harem, assuming that I am added myself now. 

"In any case, she can get the divorce and annulment for us, and then anything else that we need, legally speaking. We might want to sell this house, however, soon, since it won't be large enough for our growing family and I will have the money for more, at least after the divorce," Cherry enticed me further. 

"Very well, then, but understand this. This is my household. I am the patriarch. Is that clear?" I wanted to make it evident that she wouldn't be taking over my family. 

"I don't have a problem with that. Why would I? Ray was a dictator, too, and I loved that about him. Your style of dominance is a lot more fun, anyway. Nor do you seem to mind listening to your ladies and hearing out their views, so you're not a true pig or anything like that," Nydia's mother reassured me. 

"I would hope not, since that would make eating pork cannibalism, and I love pork," I teased her, making everyone break out into laughter and dissolving the tension. 

"Believe me, honey, one look at you and Mom knows exactly who is in charge here. Right, Mama?" Nydia nailed the lid on that coffin. 

"Damn straight. Though I wouldn't mind being called Mama by everyone here, as it happens. Including Mark, if he is okay with that. He's a virtual son, after all. Besides, I think that it would be a turn-on in bed. By the way, I'm done with the Church, though I want to force them to expel me. I thought of showing up a while longer after getting fucked often and eventually appearing with Nydia at my side and both of us pregnant to the same man. Imagine what a scandal that would be! I want to see the look on Ray's face when he realizes that he's lost both of us to you. I hope that he is humiliated, since I doubt that he would care about losing us for any reason but his own ego," Cherry showed a wicked imagination quite fitting for one of my lovers. 

Yes, I realized, now that Cherry had shrugged off her silly moral code and worldview, she apparently was every bit as capable of delightful carnality as her daughter. She was even, probably, the main source of that side of Nydia's personality. She seemed to be quite kinky, in fact, judging from the pleasure that she took from the idea of scandalizing others. I decided to test this notion still further. 

"What would you both wear to Church, exactly?" I inquired. 

"Maternity clothes, naturally, once we have nice baby bumps. If you wanted to show up as visitors, that might be good, too. Four women, at least, all pregnant or with babies in their arms, and all surrounding one man. They haven't seen that much since they ended polygamy. If you ask me, it's a pity that they did. There's something quite natural and right about a man with his own harem in my book. Such a man is both manly and still committed to his family, both wild and domestic at once," Cherry suggested. 

"It would be even better if we're freshly fucked by him and at least one of us has his seed leaking down our thighs while we sit in the service. Can you imagine how sexy that would be, especially if they could smell his cum on us? How would they react to that?" Nydia reinforced her mother's thinking. 

"There speaks a girl after my own heart," Ninve snickered. 

"Mine, too, but this food is ready now. Wash up, please, and let's eat," Sandra reminded us with a wink and a smile. 

Cherry and I both gladly washed up, and she made a point of leaning over in just the right way to display her cleavage to me through her blouse. I grinned at the sight, not being blind to her obvious charms and intentions. Something had been liberated in her, something buried and restrained by years of Mormon doctrine and sexual ethics. She was free to be her true self again, the wild, animal nature that she had passed down to her daughter as well, no longer repressed by cold orthodoxy and sexual frigidity. It was a marvel and a wonder to behold, a mature, voluptuous woman in her early forties, embracing her sexual freedom at last. 

As we all sat down to eat, I prayed my own form of blessing, one that many churches would find blasphemous, but none batted an eye at the breakfast table. 

"God above, look down on us below and bless us as well as this food, whatever our creeds or churches, knowing that all of us are Your children here on Earth. We pray that You will bless this growing family and that You will show me my own true destiny, which I know in my bones comes from You. We call You by the only name of which we are sure, as we cannot be sure if anyone down here really speaks on Your behalf, as they claim to do, and we would never presume to do so ourselves. We know that You will understand us for what and who we are, one Jew, two Assyrians, and two Mormons, plus the children in two wombs. Thank you in the name of You and Your mysterious nature. Amen," I said my own unorthodox kind of grace, which would no doubt have my old rabbis ready to lecture me at the very least. 

"Amen," the women agreed, all grinning at this rather extraordinary prayer, which was admittedly the first prayer that I had done at meals since we had gotten together. 

The breakfast, despite the presence of a healthy man with a hearty appetite and four women, two of them pregnant, managed to fill all of us up, though with none to spare. Through the whole time, of course, the ladies took every opportunity to tease and tantalize me, flirting through such measures as playing footsie and bending over whenever possible. 

Ninve used her gray-green eyes to bewitching effect, while Sandra tossed her hair in a very seductive manner. Nydia dipped her fingers in her own pussy and then ate with her hands, getting her natural juices onto the food and into her mouth as she did so. Not to be outdone, Cherry then dumped her own meal on top of her daughter's, mixed the food together, and added her own fluids to the equation. She even fed Nydia by hand. Then Sandra grabbed all of the plates, emptied all of their stuff back onto the main platter, and actually put some of the strips of bacon inside her cunt before remixing them with the rest. Ninve did her own bit by pouring some real butter down her bosom and letting it drip down to the pancakes, smelling of her own sweet, freshly washed skin. 

Before long, we were all eating this sexually charged breakfast, which added much to the enjoyment of the meal. The piece de resistance came when we were almost entirely full. Ninve bent over the table, while Sandra spread her cheeks and Nydia poured syrup down the crack of her ass. Unable to resist, Cherry then dashed over to lick clean every last drop of the sticky fluid from Ninve's bottom. My cock had definitely stirred by now, so much that it took no trouble for Nydia to get it working well and ready for her mother's sweet pussy. 

Eager to pump some of my cum into Cherry and hopefully knock her up as well as the others, I went behind and let Nydia guide my dick into her own mother's slit. Before we knew it, I was happily engaged in the act of fucking my latest concubine. To say that the apple didn't fall far from the tree was a considerable understatement. Cherry was very much like her daughter, down to the sounds that she made when truly excited and the apparent anal fixation, which took the form of Ms. Sanchez fingering her own ass while I fucked her. 

Thankfully, I was able to hold off for a good while, screwing Nydia's mother with a fervor that she matched in every way conceivable. Her hips worked remarkably well at the job of enabling my strokes, no doubt in part due to the delightful curves of her body. It was really a pity that she had only been given the chance to breed once, but I counted there being at least a chance that she could conceive a second time in her life before her body shut down her ability to make another child. With any luck, I would knock her up and give Nydia either a brother or a sister, something that she indicated was desired by the way that she egged us on. 

"Yes, fuck Mama! Give Mama a new baby! Knock her up! Yes, pound my mother, give me a brother!" Nydia encouraged me, stroking my balls to help her own cause. 

"Or a sister!" Sandra chimed in. 

"Sisters are good, too," Nydia admitted, while still fondling my balls. 

"Indeed they are. I wish that I had one, for sure," Ninve acknowledged, before she knelt and started licking my taint and ass. 

When Sandra slipped in some tongue of her own to help Ninve rim me, I had enough and couldn't resist the pleasure anymore. I exploded deep within Cherry, expelling my seed as far inside the MILF as I could get it. At that point, Ninve, Sandra, and Nydia all rushed to clean my dick orally. As cock worship went, it didn't get better than that, with a fourth pair of lips added once Cherry joined them on their knees. 

We all needed a nice bit of rest, so a Sunday afternoon nap was in order, and we took one for sure, snuggling on the kitchen floor and dozing off. When we woke up, a couple of hours had passed and we heard a knock at the door. Since we had neglected to lock it, Nydia's father stepped inside and chose that moment to confront his wife and daughter. Raymond was on my turf, however, and his attitude needed a bit of adjustment. 

"So, you're all naked. What is this, some kind of orgy?" he demanded. 

"Well, as a matter of fact, it was one. Probably will have another one, too. Plenty of time for it. Your wife and daughter wish to move in with me, and so they shall. What do you care? You have Daryl, after all," I reminded him. 

"What are you insinuating?" he asked me, clearly not sure of what Cherry had told me. 

"I'm not insinuating, anything. I am plainly stating that you have Daryl as a lover. Nydia's husband is your boyfriend, your gay lover, is he not? You're both gay!" I stated baldly. 

"So, she talked! Now, how am I supposed to show my face in this town? I'll be excommunicated from the Church! What are you trying to do to me?" Ray now played the victim. 

"Oh, get off your high horse and face facts! You're out of the closet now, whether you like it or not. Might as well embrace your new freedom and openly take Daryl as your lover, as you really wish to do, anyway. Let the bishop and his crew go fuck themselves! They have no more right to tell you to be straight than they have to expect your wife, your daughter, and myself to be monogamous. That is to say, no right at all," I tried to put some steel into the man's spine, give him some chutzpah. 

"Oh, alright! I'm gay! Are you happy now? I, Raymond Alejandro Contreras, am a goddamned homosexual! I like men and not women! There, I said it! Happy now?" he snapped at last, tired of the denials and pretenses, all of the stress of lifelong hypocrisy. 

"Give me my divorce and I will be very happy indeed. I want the freedom to sleep with a man who wants me, desires me, and intends to give me at least one more child. It just so happens that I now see what Nydia saw in Mark. He is my lover as well as hers, not to mention Sandra and Ninve here. This is what the Church used to practice and preach in the old days, the blessing of plural marriage, yet sadly not blessed by the Church and its leaders. 

"Well, I happen to think that, with some adjustments to protect women and children from abuse, there is nothing wrong with such a lifestyle. If you are excommunicated, I will suffer the same fate as you, as will Nydia, won't you? All I ask in return is my divorce, so I can have the life that was meant for me," Cherry reasoned with her husband. 

"Exactly. Just no more lies. No more threats. We're in the same boat now, Daddy, like it or not. And you need an heiress, so like it or not, that's me. Am I really such a horrible daughter? I just want your love and your respect for my own choices. Show me that I am still your daughter and you are still my father, and I will stand up in church and share happily in your fate, your excommunication. As far as I am concerned, the Church should rename itself 'Ichabod', because the glory has departed from it," Nydia informed her father. 

"Yes, that is true, my dear. Very well. I admit that I was wrong to push you toward Daryl and I should have simply faced facts. My whole life has been a lie. It's time to tell the truth to the world. You're no longer the black sheep of the family, my dear. I am, as a homosexual. You're not cut off, honey. Your mother will get half of my wealth, as she is entitled to take, and when I die, you will get the rest. You're still an heiress. Who else has a right to claim my estate? No one. Daryl will get his part while I live, and what I don't give to him, you will inherit for sure," Ray promised his daughter. 

"Thank you, Daddy. Just tell Daryl for me that I forgive him, but I do want my stuff back. I want either a divorce or an annulment, but either way, I'm getting out of this marriage. I belong to Mark and I'm never going to leave him again. Nor is your mother. We're his now and we're not going anywhere. Now, how about a proper kiss for your daughter?" Nydia insisted. 

Ray then planted a truly paternal kiss on Nydia's forehead, hugged her in spite of her nudity, and even embraced his estranged wife. This was a clear signal: he had given his approval and blessing on our lifestyle, including to the double divorce. Both Cherry and Nydia would soon be free again, at any rate, and so would Ray and Daryl. The sham marriage was over at last. 

Whatever else might come, it was a damned good fresh start to everything after all.