Chapter 215: Chapter 215 – Traces in Every Room

I felt my cock throb, that familiar pulse signaling I was right at the edge. My pace into Delilah’s already-soaked, sensitive womb quickened, grew more brutal. Each thrust snapped her head back against the sofa cushions, her moans dissolving into short, sharp screams cut off by every impact.

“Ah! Ah! Ah! Baby~! Mommy’s~! Mommy’s womb~! AAAAAH!”

Meanwhile, my free hand found Zoey’s pussy, still slick from my tongue. I shoved three fingers inside without warning, plunging deep into her spasming cunt. I pumped them fast, my palm slapping against her clit with every thrust.

The wet sounds were obscene—like thick dough being beaten—mixing with Zoey’s choked moans of pleasure. Her head jerked up from Delilah’s breast, mouth stretched wide, tongue lolling out in a silent scream. Those honey-brown eyes rolled back until only white showed.

“I’m—I’m gonna come!” Zoey cried, her body beginning to shudder violently.

“Come, then,” I commanded, speeding up my fingers.

And then it happened, a torrent of clear fluid gushed from between her thighs. Her love juice sprayed across my face, hitting my chin, my nose, even the corner of my eye. Warm. Musky.

At that exact moment, the explosion ripped through the base of my cock. I thrust one final time, as deep as I could go, burying myself completely until my balls pressed against her vulva. And deep inside Delilah’s still-pulsing womb, I unleashed my seed.

“A-Adam~! Mommy~! Impregnate Me! Don’t pull out! IMPREGNATE ME NOW!” Delilah screamed, her nails digging into my hips with what little strength remained, forcing me to stay buried as thick, hot cum continued to surge out of me.

I felt every spasm of her dancing womb, like a greedy mouth sucking at my tip, trying to pull out every last drop of life I had to give.

“Aaaaahhh… yes… so full… Mommy’s so full…” she whispered weakly, her body finally collapsing completely into the sofa.

I paused for a moment, breathing hard and ragged. Zoey, who’d just sprayed my face, crumpled beside the sofa, her body curled up, thighs still trembling, her red, soaked cunt pulsing open—still leaking residual love juice onto the carpet.

Delilah lay limp between the still-unconscious Angeline and Gwenneth. Cum was already starting to seep out of her slightly gaping cunt, trailing down her beautiful thighs.

But I wasn’t finished.

I stood up, surveying the two women sprawled in beautiful ruin before me. The night was still young. And I wasn’t satisfied yet.

“Mom,” I called out, my voice still hoarse.

Delilah, still sprawled weakly on the sofa, immediately opened her eyes.

“Yes, darling?” Her voice was faint but expectant.

“Change positions. Get down and show me an obedient doggy stance.”

A wide smile spread across her flushed face. With an energy that seemed impossible for a woman who’d just orgasmed twice, Delilah immediately rose. She slid off the sofa. Her flawless knees sank into the carpet. Her hands braced themselves, then she arched her back into a perfect curve, thrusting her ass high into the air.

And that ass.

God.

Delilah Socheron’s ass—the Star Witch, the Guardian Council’s SSS-rank terror, the woman feared and respected worldwide—now presented itself high before me. Round. Plump. Flawless. Porcelain-white skin, and at its center, her still-red, wet cunt gaped slightly, leaking a slow trickle of white, mingled with her own juices. Above it, her tiny, still-tight asshole.

She even wiggled it—swaying left and right in a deliberately provocative motion.

“Like this, baby?” she asked, her voice coy.

“God, Mom,” I muttered, “your ass is absolutely incredible.”

“Hehehe… Come here, baby,” she whispered, glancing back at me with a gaze full of lust. “Mommy is ready for you to fuck her again.”

I didn’t answer with words. I turned to Zoey, still half-conscious on the floor.

“Zoey. Sit on Delilah’s back. Facing me.”

Zoey nodded weakly, but she obeyed. Her still-limp body crawled up, then carefully settled her plump ass onto Delilah’s broad, smooth back. Positioned atop my mother’s body, face toward me, thighs spread—her still-dripping pussy on full display before me.

Two mothers. Two full asses. One stacked atop the other.

This sight was too obscene for words.

“Zoey,” I said, “your turn. And you too, Mom.”

I offered no further explanation. My hand went straight for Delilah’s raised ass. My index and ring fingers plunged into both her holes at once—one sinking into her soaked pussy, the other forcing its way into her asshole, still untouched by my invasion.

“AAAAHHH! BABY~! TH—THERE~!” Delilah screamed, her body shuddering violently. Her tight asshole gripped my finger in panic, resisting yet somehow pulling me deeper.

“Enjoy this, Mom!” I said, and she fell silent, only muffled moans escaping her bitten lips.

While my fingers pistoned into both my stepmother’s holes at a manic pace, my other hand pulled Zoey’s hips toward me. And without warning, I thrust my already-hard cock—still slick with Delilah’s cum and juice—straight into Zoey’s pussy.

“AAAAAAH~!” Zoey screamed, her body arching backward. Her free arm immediately wrapped tightly around my neck, her nails raking down my back. “SO, SO DEEP…!”

I fucked her properly, forcing her to lean back against me while she remained seated on Delilah’s back. Her plump ass pressed against my mother’s spine, and every thrust I made into Zoey’s pussy shifted her body, grinding her sweat-slicked skin against Delilah’s back.

“This… this is insane…” Zoey whispered in my ear, her voice trembling with an overwhelming mix of shame and pleasure. “The three of us… here… in your mother’s house…”

“This is your house now too,” I whispered back, thrusting deeper into her pussy. “And you and my mother are my sex slaves. Nothing strange about that.”

Zoey moaned, but she didn’t argue.

Meanwhile, my fingers never stopped. I fucked Delilah’s pussy and asshole wildly—sometimes together, sometimes alternating. The wet sounds from both her holes mingled with her choked moans, her face pressed into the carpet.

“EHH! EEHH! AAHHH! MOMMY—MOMMY—AAAAAH!” Delilah screamed, her voice already hoarse. Cum and juice streamed down her thighs, soaking the carpet beneath her.

Two mothers. Two single mothers. Two of them stacked in the most degrading position on my carpet.

And me between them, my cock in one mother, my fingers in the other mother’s two holes.

This sight was too obscene.

And it felt… so incredibly good.

Maybe it was the tension, maybe it was her first time having sex in front of someone of Delilah’s caliber, or maybe it was this humiliating position—but Zoey’s pussy felt tighter than I remembered. Every vaginal wall gripped my cock snugly, like a soaked silk glove.

“A-Adam… I… I can’t last long… this is too…” Zoey whispered, her face already deeply flushed, her breath coming in short gasps.

I didn’t let her finish. I kissed her wildly. My tongue plunged into her mouth, wrestling with her shy one. I tasted the remnants of her vaginal juice still on my lips, sharing it with her, mixed with the flavor of Delilah’s milk she’d been sucking earlier.

“Mmh… mmph…!” Zoey moaned into the kiss.

With that kiss, with her tight embrace, with the tremors of her body against mine, I felt my second peak of the night approaching.

“Zoey,” I murmured between kisses, “take it all.”

“Yes~! Yes, I—I want it—!”

I thrust one final time, as deep as I could go. And inside her still-tight cunt, I released my second load. Hot. Copious. Unstoppable.

Zoey screamed long into the kiss, her body tensing then collapsing, her pussy spasming around my cock, squeezing out every last drop I had to give.

And beneath her, Delilah peaked again from just my fingers pistoning into both her holes.

“A-A-ADAMMMMM—!”

Her body convulsed violently, then collapsed completely onto the carpet. Zoey, still on top, tumbled sideways, my cock slipping from her pussy with a wet cupp, followed by a stream of thick white beginning to seep from her gaping, reddened cunt.

I sank down onto the carpet, savoring the residual pleasure still coursing through my nerves.

We didn’t stop there.

I carried Zoey to the dining table. Laid her on her back across that cool surface, spread her thighs wide. Then Delilah knelt beneath the table, licking my balls clean with her long tongue while I entered Zoey, gripping her perfectly curved waist.

Then on the marble stairs leading to the second floor.

Zoey sat on the third step, thighs open. I stood before her, thrusting into her pussy from the front. Delilah pressed her hot body against my back, licking my neck while my free hand groped her massive, still-leaking breasts.

Then against the hallway wall on the second floor.

Zoey slammed her body against the wall, standing doggy-style, her plump ass presented for me to take from behind. Delilah beside her, one of her legs lifted, that smooth thigh spread wide—and I alternated between them like a tireless sex machine.

Then in the bathroom.

Under the warm spray of water, their bodies glistened, wet and sleek. I sat Zoey on the marble vanity, spread her thighs, and sucked her already-swollen clit until she screamed and squirted again.

Delilah knelt on the wet tile floor, enthusiastically sucking my cock, her golden eyes gazing up at me, her tight throat gripping my tip.

We moved through the house, leaving traces of our fluids in every room.

Then…

“Ah… ah… I can’t anymore…” Zoey sighed at one point, her body completely limp.

“A little more,” I coaxed, still moving inside her.

“Come on, Zoey,” Delilah encouraged, though she herself was visibly exhausted. “For our child. For Adam.”

And Zoey, whether it was the phrase our child or something else, suddenly found new energy. She responded more fiercely, more wildly, as if trying to prove something.

Finally, after hours, exhaustion began to claim us.

I’d just finished another round—who knew which number—inside Delilah. The three of us lay sprawled on the living room floor, our bodies slick with sweat and other fluids. Angeline and Gwenneth were still passed out on the sofa, undisturbed by the chaos around them.

“I’m… so tired…” Delilah whispered, her voice barely audible.

“Mmm,” Zoey murmured in agreement, her eyes already closed.

I wanted to say something—another command, maybe a taunt. But my own body had reached its limit. My eyelids felt heavy, my thoughts began to drift.

The last thing I saw before sleep took me was Delilah crawling closer, resting her head on my chest, while Zoey did the same on my other side.

And I… I fell into a dreamless sleep, deeply, utterly satisfied.

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