Epilogue: The End of Summer

I set a plate full of food in front of Desmond. His hand wandered first to my thigh, then up my dress, then squeezed my ass. I exhaled contentedly.

“Looks good, slut.” He unzipped his pants, and his mouth-watering cock sprang free. Without a word, I sank to my knees, eager to envelop his length in my wet mouth.

I slobbered all over it. Above me, he cut into the fish I’d grilled with such calm it was like I wasn’t even between his legs. I knew I could take my time attending to him: Desmond never rushed his meals.

I could not say the same for Eddie, who was ten minutes into facefucking my daughter. The plate she’d made for him sat uneaten while she gagged on his dick. The whorish sounds of a double blowjob had marked every dinner in the Daniels-Wilson household since the real men had moved in and redecorated our house to their liking.

Where superhero movie posters had hung, now iridescent paintings of men and women with flowers in their hair took their spot. They replaced the cabinet full of action figures with shelves of books on sports and culture. And, instead of dinners of pizza and wings, the men ate home cooked meals, and their women **** their cocks down their throats.

Eddie hoisted Quinn up and set her on the table. She flipped up her miniskirt, pulled her panties to the side, and begged him to fuck her.

“Please, Eddie! Please, I need it so bad!”

“Take it, bitch!”

Unlike Desmond, Eddie never teased his slut. Her debaucherous moans filled the dining room. My pussy dripped onto the wooden floor. I was glad to suckle and nurse on my man’s ballsack beneath the wobbling table until he felt it time to grace me with a proper fucking.

Thankfully, I didn’t have to wait long. As Quinn came to her fifth orgasm, Desmond stood and gestured for me to follow him into the bedroom. He closed the door behind us.

“Watch,” he said. “In an hour, they won’t shut up about how hungry they are.”

I laughed. “They’re young. Their libidos will fade.”

“In a couple years,” he said, tracing my breast with a finger. “They leave for college in two weeks.”

It turned out that my comment to Quentin all those months ago had been wildly inaccurate: a guy like Eddie does get into the same colleges as a girl like Quinn. They found single room dorms on the same floor and promised us that they wouldn’t let their unbridled lust for each other get in the way of their studies.

The torrent of grunts and whimpers coming from the kitchen disagreed.

At least she was on birth control.

Desmond brushed his hand against my pussy. I wasn’t wearing underwear, of course. He’d ripped almost all of them in the first week of our living together. He swore it wasn’t on purpose.

I leaned against his hard body as he dipped a finger inside me. My cunt existed in a constant state of soaking wet.

“C’mon,” I whined. “Fuck me. Please.”

“Now, now, pet.” He removed the finger, and my whine sharpened to a wail. “You know how to beg, don’t you?”

Grumbling, I got on my hands and knees. I kissed his feet. I pleaded with him. I told him how badly I wanted him inside me. He walked off, feigning disinterest, and I crawled after him, begging the whole way.

“Please, sir. Please! I need you to use me. I’m your slut. I’ll do anything for you. Please!”

He sat on the edge of the bed. I rested my arms on his legs. His cock tempted me: it’d only been out of my mouth a few minutes. But I knew any attempt to convince him with my mouth would end with him cumming down my throat and leaving me to take care of my own needs.

He smacked me in the face with his dick. I was dizzy with arousal, but I held firm.

“Well, then, come here.”

He lifted me into his lap. My pussy rubbed against the base of his shaft. I showered his neck and cheeks with kisses. He shifted beneath me, and, without warning, I found myself on my back with my feet in the air.

He started to line up his dick with my cunt, and I realized, this time, he hadn’t produced a condom from the nightstand. He plunged inside me, and I writhed beneath him.

“That’s right, bitch. It’s time I put a baby in you.” He whispered in my ear.

I melted into his embrace and gave myself over to him. His cheek pressed against mine; his hot breath on my neck stoked the heat in my stomach; his heavy black balls bounced against my white skin; his cock split me in half and put me back together.

I shuddered into orgasm after orgasm until, true to his word, he came inside me. We laid there, holding each other. I was his bitch forever now, and I basked in the satisfaction of finally getting bred into motherhood.