Hour Four — The Garden

He walked them outside.

The garden at the back of the house — large, walled, the afternoon light low and warm through the trees.

The grass was dry.

He stopped in the centre of it.

Looked at all three of them.

Thalia, standing with her arms crossed, green hair damp from the shower, completely naked, chin up, trying to maintain a position that her body was visibly undermining.

Jenny, beside her, head slightly down, thick thighs pressed together, both nipples hard from the air.

Vivienne, behind them both, rings glinting in the afternoon light, her full body carrying the entire record of the last four hours in the specific, well-used sway of her standing posture.

He looked at the grass.

At the three of them.

"On your knees."

All three went down.

Thalia went last, jaw set, lowering with the specific reluctant dignity of a woman who has decided to comply while making absolutely certain everyone present understands she is choosing to.

She went down anyway.

All three of them kneeling in the grass, side by side.

He walked behind them.

He grabbed Vivienne’s hips first.

Drove into her cunt from behind in the grass, her palms hitting the ground, her heavy breasts swinging forward and hanging below her chest, both rings glinting, swinging with every thrust.

PAH! PAH! PAH!

"AAANGHH~!! HIIEEK~!! OUNGH~!!"

The sound carried into the open air.

No walls to bounce it back.

Just the afternoon and the grass and the three women kneeling in it and his cock working through them in sequence.

Five thrusts. He pulled out.

Moved to Jenny.

Five thrusts.

PAH! PAH! PAH! PAH! PAH!

"HIIEEK~!! NGH~!! OUNGH~!! AAAHH~!!"

Her thick ass absorbed every impact, the flesh rolling, her cunt gripping him.

Moved to Thalia.

PAH! PAH! PAH! PAH! PAAAH!

"AAANGHH~!! ’CRUXIUS’~!! HIIEEK~!! OUNGH~!!"

’He is doing the rotation again.’ ’Five and five and five and I can hear both of them when he is in them from here and I am waiting with my ass in the air in my own garden and the grass is cold under my palms and my cunt is dripping onto the ground and I am waiting for him to come back and I hate that I am waiting.’ ’I hate it.’ ’Come back.’

He came back.

PAH! PAH! PAAAH!

"AAANGHH~!! ’YES’~!! HIIEEK~!! OUNGH~!!"

He kept the rotation for twenty minutes.

All three of them in the grass.

Every set of five thrusts followed by a transition, his cock moving from one cunt to the next with no pause, all three women’s bodies open and waiting and dripping onto the garden while the afternoon light moved slowly across the walls.

All three developed their own strategies.

Vivienne clenched on every entry and worked him with her walls, the experienced, slow grip of a woman who knows how to make a man linger.

Jenny pushed backward on every thrust, meeting him, her thick ass smacking against his hips with double the impact.

Thalia — Thalia spread herself wider than either of them and went completely silent on her entries, her whole body focused inward, milking him with the tight, specific grip of a pregnancy-swollen cunt that had been shaped to his cock over the course of an entire day.

He spent longer with Thalia every rotation.

By the third round, it was seven strokes.

By the fifth, ten.

Vivienne noticed.

Jenny noticed.

Both of them began working harder.

PAH! PAH! PAH! — ’Vivienne.’

"AAANGHH~!! HIIEEK~!! OUNGH~!! ’Please taste me more’~!!"

PAH! PAH! PAH! PAH! — ’Jenny.’

"HIIEEK~!! OUNGH~!! NGH~!! ’I can grip tighter’~!! AAAHH~!!"

PAH! PAH! PAH! PAH! PAH! PAAAH! — ’Thalia.’

"AAANGHH~!! HIIEEK~!! Oungh~!! Hngh~!! ’Come back to me’~!! NGH~!!"

He came in Thalia’s cunt in the grass.

Pressed her flat, his chest against her back, his hips grinding the load into her at the deepest point while she shook beneath him and the grass left imprints on both their knees and palms.

"AAANGHH~!! ’HOT’~!! HIIEEK~!! ’INSIDE’~!! OUNGH~!!"

Jenny and Vivienne watched side by side.

Neither of them touching themselves.

Both of them dripping.

Vivienne’s cunt running down her inner thigh in a thick stream that had pooled in the grass beneath her.

Jenny’s gaping, untouched, twitching on air.

He stood.

Looked at the remaining two.

Walked behind Vivienne.

Grabbed both her rings through both nipples.

Pulled her upright by them, her back bowing, her cry cutting through the open air.

"AAAAHHH~!! ’MASTER’~!! HIIEEK~!!"

He drove into her anal from behind, standing, his grip on both rings the only thing keeping her from pitching forward, her feet coming off the grass as he lifted her on his cock.

PAH! PAH! PAAAH!

"AAANGHH~!! HIIEEK~!! OUNGH~!!"

Her heavy breasts stretched upward by the ring-pull, the full weight of them pulling against the piercings with every thrust, both nipples dragged to their limit.

Jenny, still on all fours in the grass, turned her head and watched her mother being fucked standing up by the rings.

Her hand was between her own thighs before she knew she’d moved it.

’My mother is being fucked in the air by her nipple rings and I am on all fours in the garden with my fingers inside myself and I have completely lost track of what any of this was originally about.’

Hour Five — The Finale

All three of them were on the bed again.

Thalia on her back in the centre.

Both thighs spread wide, completely open, his cock buried in her cunt with both her legs over his shoulders, the position driving him to maximum depth on every thrust.

Jenny straddling Thalia’s face.

Her thick thighs bracketing Thalia’s head, her cunt pressed down against Thalia’s mouth.

Thalia licking.

Not because she wanted to.

Because he had pressed her face there and said go, and her body had filed it under the same category as everything else today — the category of things it was going to do regardless of her prior positions on the matter.

Vivienne straddling his lap from the front.

His cock going in and out of Thalia’s cunt below her, Vivienne’s cunt grinding against the base of his shaft on every withdrawal, her heavy breasts pressed against his chest, her mouth on his jaw.

Three women.

One man.

Every surface of all four bodies accounted for.

PAH! PAH! PAH! PAH!

"AAANGHH~!!" — ’Thalia, muffled under Jenny.’

"HIIEEK~!! OUNGH~!!" — ’Jenny.’

"AAAHH~!! NGH~!!" — ’Vivienne.’

PAH! PAH! PAAAH!

"MMPH~!! OUNGH~!!" — ’Thalia.’

"AAANGHH~!! ’MASTER’~!!" — ’Vivienne.’

"HIIEEK~!! ’HER TONGUE’~!!" — ’Jenny.’

The mattress had gone past damp to thoroughly soaked.

Three women’s output accumulated over the course of five hours had converted the bed into something that had no name in polite furniture vocabulary.

Nobody cared.

He came in Thalia for the third time.

Then pulled out immediately and drove into Vivienne above her.

Came in her within sixty seconds.

Turned to Jenny on his right.

She climbed on without being told.

Came inside her in forty seconds.

Three women.

Three loads.

In sequence.

He breathed.

Once.

Lay back against the headboard.

Looked at all three of them — Thalia in the centre, Vivienne on his left, Jenny on his right, all three dripping his seed and their own onto the ruined mattress, all three shaking in the specific, full-body aftermath of a five-hour session.

All three sets of eyes on him.

Red. Red. Green.

The green ones were the only ones that looked like they still had something to say.

Thalia’s chest rose and fell.

Her cunt twitched in small, residual pulses.

Both nipples sore from five hours of handling, her anal aching, her cunt swollen around the emptiness he’d left behind.

She breathed.

In.

Out.

Jenny’s head dropped against her shoulder.

The warmth of it registered before the identity did.

Thalia looked sideways.

Jenny, her stepsister, her enemy, her life’s primary tormenter — face against Thalia’s shoulder, eyes closed, completely demolished, asleep or close enough to make no difference.

Vivienne’s weight settled against his other side.

The soft, heavy warmth of a mature woman going completely boneless.

The room was quiet except for three sets of breathing.

And one.

"Haah.."