Jenny came thirty seconds later.

Silently.

A full-body clench that started somewhere between her thighs and moved outward simultaneously to every extremity, both legs going rigid, hands fisting so hard in the sheets that her knuckles paled, her back arching clean off the mattress edge in a perfect, sustained bow.

The sound she made was a single muffled, airless note from the back of her throat that lasted four full seconds and then cut off like a wire snipped.

His tongue held position against her clit through the entire duration.

Not moving. Not adjusting. Just present, steady pressure against the most sensitive point of her while she shook around it.

"Mmmph~!! ’Hnnngh’~!! Nnn—"

She collapsed.

Completely boneless, a string-cut thing, a single line of sweat running from her left temple through her jaw and off her chin to the sheet below.

Her thighs stopped shaking after a moment.

Her hands released the sheets.

She stared at the ceiling with the expression of someone who has temporarily forgotten their own name.

He stood.

Looked at both of them.

Jenny at the mattress edge, limbs spread and useless, her cunt still twitching visibly in small aftershock pulses.

Vivienne swaying on her knees behind him, one hand gripping the headboard because her thighs had no reliable strength left, her cunt and thighs wet to the knee, both rings red and raw from the pulling, breasts swinging gently with her own ragged breathing.

He looked at the wet dark stain on the sheets under both of them.

Then at the two women.

"Turn over."

"I cannot—" Vivienne started. Her voice was hoarse from the last hour, just above a rasp.

"Both of you."

They turned over.

Side by side on the mattress, both face-down.

Jenny’s pale, marked back visible in the dark, the crests of her ass showing the older bruise-prints from his hands in previous sessions, faded yellow at the edges and dark purple at the centres.

Vivienne’s ass beside her, full and heavy, the kind of mature flesh that yields differently under grip — soft on the surface but with a dense weight underneath that made it hold a handprint longer.

Both holes exposed.

Side by side.

He stood behind them and looked at the configuration with the precise, unhurried attention of a man being handed two options he intended to use thoroughly.

His cock was still fully hard.

Still wet.

He grabbed both their hips simultaneously, one large hand on each, fingers sinking into the respective flesh — Jenny’s firm on the left, Vivienne’s heavy and yielding on the right — and drove into Jenny’s anal without a single second of preparation.

"AAANGHH~!! ’NO’~!! NOT THERE—HIIEEK~!!"

Five thrusts.

Rapid, shallow, the full weight of his hips behind each one, driving her into the mattress with enough force that her face ground against the sheet on every impact.

PAH! PAH! PAH! PAH! PAH!

"OUNGH~!! NNGH~!! HIIEEK~!! AAAHH~!!"

Her already-raw hole stretched open on every entry and clenched desperately around every withdrawal, the friction burning in a way she felt from her anal all the way to the back of her teeth.

He pulled out.

And drove immediately into Vivienne beside her.

Same cock. Same tempo. Zero transition.

"AAAAHHH~!! GHHKK~!! ’CRUXIUS’~!!"

Vivienne’s hands clawed at the sheets on five rapid, punishing thrusts, her full ass absorbing each impact with a visible ripple that ran from the point of contact outward across both cheeks in a fleshy wave.

PAH! PAH! PAH! PAH! PAAAH!

"AAANGHH~!! HIIEEK~!! OOUUUGH~!!"

Back to Jenny.

Five.

PAH! PAH! PAH! PAH! PAH!

"MMMPH~!! HHIEEK~!! OUNGH~!!"

Back to Vivienne.

Five.

PAH! PAH! PAH! PAH! PAAAH!

"AAANGHH~!! NGHHH~!! ’TOO DEEP’~!!"

The rotation was methodical and relentless, both holes getting the same raw, rapid treatment in turn while both women pressed their faces into the mattress and screamed into the sheets with their voices already spent from the hour before.

Jenny’s hole dripped from the alternation, feeling every absence between visits like a specific, humiliating emptiness.

Vivienne’s gushed on his third entry, her cunt dripping untouched onto the mattress below from nothing but the anal stimulation and the accumulated wreckage of the night.

He grabbed a fistful of hair from each of them simultaneously.

Two fists. Two women.

Their heads yanked back at the exact same angle, both their throats stretched long and pale, both faces wrenched up toward the ceiling while their knees stayed on the mattress and their asses stayed up.

Both mouths fell open from the scalp pain.

"Open," he said. Flat. Unnecessary, given that both mouths were already open.

He pulled out of Vivienne entirely, came around to the side, and pressed his cock between their two open mouths from above.

Both women’s lips sealed around the shaft from opposite sides.

Jenny from beneath, Vivienne from above, cheeks pressed together, the corners of their mouths touching where their lips met around the middle of the shaft.

He was wet with both of them — Vivienne’s cunt, Jenny’s anal, Jenny’s cunt, the full accumulated record of the night coating every inch of him — and both women tasted all of it simultaneously.

Jenny’s eyes screwed shut.

’I can taste my own ass on him.’ ’I can taste my mother’s everything and my own everything and the specific filth of what we’ve been doing for hours and I cannot separate any of it.’ ’I cannot separate any of it and I am still sucking anyway and I hate that my hips are moving.’

Vivienne kept her eyes open.

She looked at Jenny’s profile pressed cheek-to-cheek with her own from six inches away, both their mouths working the same cock, their lips touching at the crown on every upstroke.

A mother and her daughter.

Sharing the same cock. Sharing the same shaft. Sharing the specific, irreversible intimacy of lips meeting at the same point around the same man, tasting the same night off the same skin.

Vivienne’s cunt clenched on nothing.

She said nothing about it.

He worked them both along his cock by their hair, not rushing, just steady movement, the two mouths sliding against each other at the midpoint with an obscene, wet sound that had no polite description.

He held it there for a long, deliberate moment.

Then released both. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

Their faces separated.

Neither of them spoke.

He grabbed them both by the hair at the same time.

One fist each, fingers deep into both sets of hair, and walked them both out of the bedroom like that — side by side, stumbling, both bare, both leaking from places they’d stopped being embarrassed about forty-five minutes ago because embarrassment requires spare cognitive capacity and neither of them had any.

Down the hallway, both pairs of feet catching the floor with unsteady steps, both women’s heavy breathing audible in the corridor.

Into the bathroom.

The large one, with the full-width shower and three glass walls and the built-in bench and the overhead rain head wide enough to stand two people under.

He pushed them both in.

Turned the water on.

Cold.

The cold hit Jenny first.

"’COLD’—!!" The shriek hit every tile simultaneously and came back doubled. "’It’s cold’—it’s freezing—’stop’—"

She scrambled sideways in the shower trying to escape the spray and had nowhere to go.

Vivienne inhaled sharply through her nose, pressed her lips into a line, and stood in it with her eyes closed and her ringed nipples going immediately harder from the temperature.

She said nothing.