I shoot five blasts of cum into my wife, who is lying limp. All it took was a quick hand signal by Amanda, and all of them were attacking me to clean my cock off. They knocked me out of bed, causing the two cooks to get pissed.
Cook One screams, “STOP IT. Damn you, tramps. That might be the future King. You can’t kill him trying to get his cum. Shame on you.”
My six all have their eyes down in shame. For two minutes, she berates them as I’ve never seen before. Meanwhile, Cook Two is cleaning my cock with a wicked grin on her face. Only when she finishes does Cook One-stop harping on my women. They lift their eyes to see Cook Two smiling and licking her lips.
Cook Two says to my women, “Never underestimate old people. The older they are, the more they’ve learned how to beat the younger ones. We leave you with three whip cream bottles to show you there are no hard feelings.”
We all look at them cluelessly.
Cook One rolls her eyes, walks to the table, and grabs a bottle. She shakes it well, rips off the top, and then orders the Princess to the edge of the bed. A curious Janet sits up and on the edge of the bed. As Cook One walks to Janet, Cook Two takes my hand and drags me to Janet as well.
So, here I am looking at my wife, and a cook is in front of her with a can of whip cream. She sprays whip cream on the Princesses’ nipples with an exasperated look on her face. I am quick to bend down, wrap my lips over her nipples, and suck hard. I smile as I see Janet’s eyes explode out of her head.
Karen and Djamila grab a bottle each. Shake, rip the top off, turn me around, and squirts a dab on my nipples. HOLY FUCK!
Amanda looks at them like “DUH,” swipes a can of whip cream, and sprays my cock. However, as she’s spraying, Aaliyah glides to the floor and inhales my cock almost as fast as she’s spraying whip cream. Soon the cooks swipe the whipped cream, and Amanda, Aaliyah, and Janet have nipples with whip cream. Karen got my wife, I got Aaliyah, and Zaina licked the hell out of Amanda.
The cooks walk out of the room with smiles on their faces while the rest of us finish off three bottles of whip cream on nipples, cocks, tongues, and yes, Zaina sprayed her rosebud. Djamila gleefully recovered that cream.
That was thirty minutes of laughing, giggling, and a tremendous amount of fun enjoyed by all.
Janet gets back in bed and says to me, “Can I get that slow fuck that you did last time, please?”
As I slow fuck Janet, I think back to what an incredible last month it’s been and how lucky I am to have all these beautiful women in my life. This is a big change of pace from the fast fucking we previously did. I’m worn out, so I am going slower this time. Janet’s OK with that. She can feel my cock better with the slower pace. I’m gaining back my energy for the end.
Next to us, the girls are moaning, kissing, sucking breasts, tweaking nipples, and a lot more moaning. They’re enjoying each other’s company. They know I will be fucking them in the future; tonight, Janet gets an exclusive; it’s an important day for us. To think, I almost wasn’t here. Had the Queen not stepped in, Steve would be here right now. That’s too much to think about.
I need to concentrate on my love. I need to have an even and gentle stroke to keep her happy. Her smile and blissfully happy face is beaming at me. I am precisely whom she wants between her legs right now. I am fucking her exactly how she wants. Oh yes, this woman’s life is spectacular right now.
I have so many things to worry about, a place to live, a job, supporting the entire clan. Will we reside in England or America? I will worry about that tomorrow. Tonight is all about pleasing my wife.
I speed up a few times, only to slow back down. I’m trying to keep her off balance and paying attention. However, as I speed up, she smiles at me, knowing my intentions. Damn, she’s already reading my mind. I know mom does that with dad all the time. Are men so transparent? I’ll need to ask … later.
I have no idea how long it’s been, but my knees are sore. I speed up. Janet smiles. I speed up even more. Janet looks at me curiously now. I speed up more. Janet grabs the sheets and holds on hard. She lays her head back, enjoying the fantastic feeling of a cock sliding through her magnificent pussy, sending thrills through her body.
Janet is delirious with happiness flowing through her body, making her warm and fuzzy. Then it starts. All the women have stopped. They’re stacked-on top of each other in an odd maneuver. They’re not touching me or each other.
I hear soft, gentle, and relaxing voices say the filthiest stuff, “Your cunt must be on fire. He’s fucking you into tomorrow. Your ankles will be above your head. You’re getting a child. We have pictures. We have a video. You’re our slut. We’re here to please you. Want my hand on your clit? How much cum will you get? Can you feel his cum paint your cervix? He loves you. He risked his life for you. He risked his family for you.”
It’s so cute because each line comes from opposite sides. Each voice is a different pitch, but all are soft, sexy, and sultry. It’s like the devil and angel giving opinions. It’s working on me.
I quickly move to my fastest rate and am not far from spewing again. This time, when I ejaculate my cum into my wife, I announce it with the roar of a KING! It’s a deep guttural sound that scares them. I pound my cock into my wife. Each thrust of my man meat spurts more cum into my wife’s heavenly hole of happiness. Hey, I should copyright that.
Janet had just orgasmed two minutes ago. She’s fully recovered and enjoying my cum rolling around inside her, causing her to giggle. Meanwhile, I am spent. My body gives out, and I collapse on her side and roll off limp and smiling. Janet’s not moving. She’s not taking any chance of my cum leaking out of her.
Karen sucks my cock clean. I couldn’t stop her if I wanted to.
An hour later, everyone is discussing our future. I have just woken up, so they’re all quiet. They stare at me. I smile; their smile is gone. I sit up, get between Janet’s legs, and then surprise her by using my big hands to grab her body and help her roll over. She’s surprised and doesn’t know what to do. Once on her hands and knees, she knows exactly what I’m doing.
Her arms and legs stiffen, then the legs widen, giving me better access. I push straight into her body. Janet screams out in joy. She’s laughing from being so happy. She loves me drilling her from behind. I can slow fuck from here, but it’s almost 4:00 AM! I need to move this along.
I move to my fastest speed and order my friends, “We both need stimulation. I need to end this fast so we can get some sleep. Get her nipples, hand on her clit, and anything you can do for me. GO!”
Like formula one track mechanics, they all are a flash of activity. I see both nipples being played with, and I feel a hand getting hit as I thrust in as hard as possible.
Janet’s yelling out, “Fuck yeah, this is awesome!”
The first time was cool. The twentieth started getting annoying. Two alternate speaking in my ears about how I’m going to knock Janet up. Janet moaned almost immediately. They’re working her over well. Everything is going great. My cock feels insane, my wife is moaning like she’s giving birth, and then Karen sticks a finger up my rectum. It’s quickly followed with a second so she can spread her fingers as I pull out and thrust in. It’s a throbbing effect.