My initial thoughts on how much cum was flowing from her were not far wrong as I found out when I knelt to drink the combined nectar. If I had previously loved her nectar, this combination of her sweet juice with John’s thick creamy spunk was absolutely out of this world so I licked and licked until there was no sign of any remaining. “Good job, son” John said “we are now ready for another round so you had better go and sort out some food for us lovers”.
Their love-making continued for most of the evening, with me being called in frequently but only for clean-up duties, I wasn’t allowed to watch another orgasm but I did enjoy the sound of several joyous unions with the best bits being Margaret’s repeated requests to “Fuck me, fuck me harder” and “fill me, dump that load in me for Cucky to clean”. I don’t know how I did, but I managed to refrain from tossing off all evening hoping for some sort of additional reward later.
If there is sufficient encouragement and feedback, this series may be continued to cover later events that fateful week and beyond.