Night's Sweet Sounds

In a house about half a mile from the Calvins' home, a redheaded woman fretted, looking out the window in her robe and pajamas.

Brenda saw the lights on at the Kims' home and was scared for Ji-Woo. If Johnny had that kind of rage, he might do something, and she didn't want to think of that.

She was impressed with Tom holding his ground. He hadn't done that at the country club, and she regretted being part of the **** pushing to remove him and Catherine.

Paul, meanwhile, was stressing in his own way. Catherine clearly was coming on to him today, and he wanted it. He wanted it so badly. He always had a small crush on her, but his mind raced with the thought of her perfect lips wrapping around his cock under his desk, draining his balls onto her wanting tongue, then coming home and - in his fantasy, he'd push Brenda down and take her too. But if it ever really happened, he knew that Brenda and Tom would immediately file for divorce, so he held it in.

Brenda needed something, anything to calm her nerves, and sadly Paul was having a hard time getting it up with his own nerves, unaware that Tom and Catherine would gladly have a swap if either of them asked.

***

In the Calvin-Smith household, Wanda was hard at work organizing and cleaning all of Carrie's belongings while humming to herself. She loved this, both for the sense of accomplishment this gave her, and for the hopes that Daddy Tom or his new toy Carrie would reward her for a job well done. Maybe if she did good enough, they'd reward her together! Sitting on Carrie's face while Daddy ravaged her asshole was the sort of thought she'd play over and over in her head, loving the idea.

***

Meanwhile, Samantha was in her room, trying a makeshift attempt at getting off. She had angled a small toy she had bought as a gag gift onto one of her teddy bears, and she furiously rode Mr. Bear as she took her hairbrush and paddled her own butt. She needed to make Tom happy... or maybe she needed him mad enough. She needed the pain and the stretch, and this would be a poor substitute for now. She grunted in frustration, as her own orgasm felt so far away from her. She paddled harder, hoping the pain would make her reach the peak, but like Sisyphus, she never reached it.

***

In the former guest room above Samantha's room, Logan moaned as he pulled his legs up, Charly's breasts jiggling rhythmically as the rubber dildo strapped to her pistoned in and put of his hungry hole.

"Harder," he moaned, his hard cock bouncing against his stomach as his girlfriend grabbed his ankles and pounded his asshole in unknowing preparation for his new goal. His breathing hitched as she slammed into him, her hips rippling as they smacked against his butt. She kept hitting just the right spot, a small faucet of precum leaking from him and splattering about with each movement. Soon the clear streaks became white as he moaned out a stream of "Yes Mommy, yes Mommy, please Mommy," until he shouted "Fuck yes Daddy!"

Charly pulled back and grinned, her rubber cock leaving his **** anus with a satisfying pop. "Daddy, huh?" She teased.

"... fuck," he said, his asshole gaping. He went to protest more as Charly bent over and began to lap up his spilled seed.

"We might need to lay off the energy drinks. Your cum tastes like it now," she said before sucking the rest up and swallowing it. Logan looked at her a little disappointed. "Oh, does little Lo-Lo miss tasting himself? You can eat it out of Mommy Charly after you give her a turn, okay?" Logan nodded. "And tomorrow, you're the dom, okay?" He nodded again.

"Sure, babe."

***

In the Master Suite, Tom had gone into the bathroom to take a much needed shower. When he came out into the bedroom, he saw his cute Korean co-ed cocksleeve collaborator straddling his wife. He hands were kneading the older woman's breasts through her pajamas top while the two of them passionately kissed in their bed.

Carrie pulled away and looked to Tom. "Want to fill us both as a nightcap, Sir?" Carrie asked, giggling.

"Ooh, that sounds fun! We both get to sleep with a warm load of cum, I love it!" Catherine squealed. Tom smiled and shook his head. This house was quickly becoming full of insatiable sluts - he hoped he could keep up.

Carrie and Catherine got onto their knees and opened the front of their pajamas. "Want to make these jiggle first?" Carrie asked, holding her breasts aloft. "Or these?" She asked, grabbing Catherine's breasts and giving them a nice shake.

Tom didn't wait, seeing the sight in front of him. "Cathy, you want first or second?" he asked. Catherine let out a long hum, feigning thinking.

"Me first, I want her taste us both before she gets snuggled all night!" She laughed.

"And probably molested all night. Not that I mind," Carrie said with a smile.

Tom walked to the bed, shoved Catherine backwards and pulled her pajama pants and panties off in one swift motion. He then looked at Carrie.

"Warm her up a bit more for me," he said before stepping back and slowly stroking his cock. He watched as the younger woman carefully lowered her mouth to the older woman's dripping lower lips. Carrie licked and sucked on Cathy's folds, the brunette moaning as the young woman made her feel things she hadn't felt since college. She had forgotten how nice a woman's touch could be, and she looked forward to this being a regular event now. Soon she was dripping with lust and arousal, and Tom stepped forward. He grabbed Carrie by the base of her hair and moved her out of the way for a moment before sliding his length into his now appreciative wife. Cathy gasped as Tom entered her, and then squealed as he lowered Carrie's mouth back to her clit. Carrie moaned into Cathy's clit as she felt her new partner moan and twitch under her while Tom pumped in and out of her. Cathy reached the limit of her own pleasure quickly, between Tom stretching her out and Carrie tries to lick her faster than a lollipop. Her pussy tightened as she came, and her hand shot down to Carrie's head, holding her in place.

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck yes!" she moaned as she came hard on Tom's rod, her juices gushing out. The extra tightness was enough to get Tom to flood her pussy with his cum as well, and as soon as he was done pumping, Carrie nudged him to pull out. She marveled at her glistening prize, the mixture of Cathy's milf juice and Tom's seed catching the light of the ceiling fan. She licked Tom's cock from the balls to the tip before plunging her mouth down on it, savoring the saltiness of them both, the tang of Cathy's twat, the sweetness of Tom's semen, the slight cookie dough flavor she'd grown to love. She moaned as the experience set her over the edge, making her cum as well. She laughed as she pulled Tom's length out of her mouth and licked her lips.

"You ready for my hole now, Sir?" she asked.

Tom was hard again, and he had downed a protein shake before his shower in preparation for this. He looked at Cathy. "Spread your legs." Cathy did as she was told. He then looked at Carrie. "Eat her out while I fuck you." Carrie giggled and dove into Cathy's dripping, semen filled pussy and began to lick up the juices of her hosts.

Tom grabbed a small bottle of lube from Cathy's nightstand. He knew she had kept it for her toys, but it had another use now. He put a nice squirt of it on Carrie's puckered backdoor, and the girl gasped.

"T-tom?" she asked.

"Do you want to try this?" he asked, pushing the head of his cock against her unprotected, unprepared asshole.

"... Yes Sir." She squeaked out.

"Good girl," Tom said before pushing his length into her deceptively stretchy sphincter. Carrie let out a scream that quickly turned into a moan. If this had been the day before, her body would not have been literally made for sex, but now it was. Her body adjusted almost instantly, and her hungry colon sucked on Tom's cock as if that was its true purpose in life, to drain as much sperm from the man into Carrie's guts. She tried to focus on eating out Cathy, and Cathy grabbed the girl's head to hold her in place. Carrie was filled with a sublime bliss as her mouth filled with Cathy and Tom's combined juices and her intestines filled with Tom's length. She felt happy, content.

And soon she felt overwhelmed as her body began to spasm, an orgasm running roughshod over her. Tom buried himself to the hilt in her early 20s asshole and his balls pumped rope and rope of hot cum deep into her bowels. The tingling sensation filled her again. As Tom slid out of her, she moaned and began to lick his cock clean again, only for Cathy to join her in the depravity.

Carrie had a new purpose. She couldn't be the only one to feel this bliss. She had to share it. And that thought filled her head as she fell asleep nestled between her boss and his wife.