Bed and Breakfast

Finally satisfied, you collapse into the bed - next to and nearly on top of Amy - before passing out almost instantaneously. The next thing you know, you open your eyes to find the sun is up - and Amy is on her way out, quietly going for the door as her ass hangs out of her sleeping shorts.

"Leaving already?" you groggily mumble, rolling over onto your back. As she turns around, Amy's eyes are drawn to where the sheets tent comically with your morning wood. You even move it back and forth in case it wasn't obvious enough.

"Um, yeah," she stammers, almost hypnotized by the swaying obelisk beneath the sheet. "I need to get home....and shower...before work...."

"Fuck work," you reply, pulling back the sheet to give her a full view of your naked cock.

Less than a minute later, you're sitting on the edge of the bed while Amy kneels in front of you, desperately trying to jam your cock down her throat. Her hands are braced against your thighs while she rocks her head back and forth with her lips tight and taut around your shaft. The blowjob the night before was good, but an active, awake and engaged Amy was much better.

GUCK! GACK! GLUCK!

She slurped and gagged and moaned and hummed around you. You keep your hands to yourself - for now - and instead grip the edge of the bed while your toes curl in delight. "Fuck coffee, this is how I want to wake up," you muse out loud. And just as you're ready to grab Amy's head and take over, there's a knock at the door. The handle wiggles as someone tries to open the locked door.

"David! Are you up? Do you always lock your door at night?"

It's Rachel. Amy's expression drops as she realizes she might be caught in an awkward position. A big smile breaks across your face as you realize how fun it would be to reunite the best friends around your cock.

"What do you want?" you shout back, trying to sound groggy.

"We're all having breakfast, Dad wants you downstairs," she shouts back.

"I need a minute!" you say, looking down at Amy's face still basking in the shadow of your leaking member.

"He said now!" she calls back again.

You mouth a swear, and then respond. "Fine, I'm coming!" you reply.

You hear Rachel go down the stairs and look down at Amy. "We'll finish this later," you offer before slapping your wet cock against her cheek. You grab your sweatpants, unlock the door and begrudgingly descend the stairs to the kitchen.

Your family is seated around the table, already eating without you. Melanie and Claire barely look up from their granola and yogurt when you take the seat between them, and pour yourself some juice.

"Your mother tells me there was some nonsense last night?" Your father doesn't look up from his iPad as he addresses you.

"Oh yeah?" you reply, taking a grape from Melanie's plate and popping it into your mouth with a wink. "What kind?"

"Why don't you tell me?" Dad says, finally looking up at you.

"Well, I guess it depends on what you think is 'nonsense'. We might not have the same definition," you pedantically argue.

"What is this? Quit being an asshole. What were you up doing last night?" He finally puts down his tablet to acknowledge you.

"Lots of stuff," you glibly reply.

"Oh my god, David," Rachel replies, also exasperated by your routine. "Just tell him what you did so he can take your keys or whatever!"

"Well, I mean, like I said, it depends!" you reply, "Are we talking about drinking all your beer or face-fucking some jizz into your wife?"

Rachel loudly gasps, but other than that the room is deathly silent. You stare back at your visibly irate father for what seems like hours before he says anything. A small part of you is actually a little worried what might happen next. Did you push "the universe" too far? Was last night just a lucid dream?

Dad heaves a deep breath. "What did you just say?"

"You definitely heard me," you reply, finishing your juice and standing up. "I got up last night, drank all your fancy craft beer, and blasted loads in Claire AND Melanie over here." You grab your sister's shoulders and give her a shake, watching her braless tits wobble in her tank top. "Then, I found that slut Amy just lying in my bed like fucking Goldilocks," you continue, grabbing Rachel's attention. "And I let her suck my dick too!"

Your father slams the table with his fists. "What the hell has gotten into you?!" he shouts. "Have you lost your fucking mind?! Your stepmother? Your SISTER!" You just nod your head and grin gleefully in the face of white-hot rage.

"Yup! Both of 'em! And I'd do it again!" You prove your point by dropping your pants to the floor and quickly turning to still-seated Claire, perfectly positioned. You grab her head and shove your half-hard cock in her mouth to gasps from around the table.

"Ohhhhhhhh fuck. It's just as good as I remember!" you groan, poking the proverbial bear.

"David! David! What the hell are you doing?!" your father shouts as he knocks his own chair backwards trying to recoil from the scene in front of him.

"Dad, do something!" Rachel shouts. Melanie remains seated, looking down at her lap, already knowing resistance is futile.

"I don't...what do I..." your father stammers, eyes locked on his wife as she placidly allows her face to be plowed by her step-son. "I'll call the cops, they can make sure you get help. They can, can...find a hospital for you"

"Go ahead! Call whoever you want!" you shout over your shoulder. "They'll just send some busty slut for a welfare check and I'll end up pumping her throat too! HA!" You abruptly pull out of Claire and turn to Melanie. Your cock now fully hard and soaking wet, and slides easily back into her mouth like it never left. "Ohhh, morning Mel! I didn't forget about you!" Melanie bounces her head over your cock robotically while pulling out her tits from her top. "Oh, look at you knowing what I like!" you say, reaching down for two healthy handfuls of her breasts.

Rachel and your dad are too frozen by shock to do anything but watch, wide-eyed and horrified. You pull out of Melanie with a POP and start to walk around the table to where Rachel's sitting.

"See, I'm in charge now. It doesn't matter who you call or what you do. Luck is always going to break my way. That's the world we allll live in now."

Rachel jumps as she feels your hand on her shoulder. And as she turns her head to face you, your cock collides with her cheek. You look up at your father, and offer a last olive branch to a broken man.

"This is my house now. It's my city, my state, my fucking universe," you sneer. "You can either get on board...or get the fuck out."

With that, you push your cock into Rachel's mouth. She gets no chance to warm-up as you immediately begin pumping fast and furious. Having been on the receiving end of this treatment, Claire covers her mouth while Melanie shakes her head sadly. You've got two handfuls of streaky blonde hair while you complete the blowjob trifecta for your household. "She's pretty good at this," you remark to the table. "Who's been teaching you? Mel? Mom? Amy?"

MMMMPH MMMMM GLUG MMMPH GUMPH GLURG MMMMM, Rachel replies. You laugh and turn back to dear old Dad with your arms still pumping a mile-a-minute.

"Make a choice, old man" you shout over Rachel's gags. "You wanna have some fun?!"