By fucking him!

Avery woke to the feeling of a thick cock already sliding deep into his hole.

Martha was behind him, fucking him in slow, possessive strokes. In front of him Laura and Sophia were kneeling, stroking their cocks while they watched him wake. The moment his eyes opened, Laura pushed the head of her cock against his lips. Avery opened obediently. She slid into his throat in one smooth thrust.

They used him like that for a long time—Martha fucking his ass, Laura and Sophia taking turns with his mouth—until each of them had come at least three times. Cum filled his hole and his stomach. Spit and tears ran down his face. His own cock leaked steadily onto the sheets, untouched.

Only when they were thoroughly satisfied did they drag him into the shower again. This time the washing was slower, almost gentle, though their hands still wandered and their mouths still found his nipples and lips.

Breakfast was quiet at first.

They sat around the table in nothing but shirts. Halfway through the meal Martha suddenly scooped a bite of scrambled eggs into her mouth, chewed once, then pulled Avery into a deep kiss and pushed the food into his mouth with her tongue. Avery’s eyes widened, but he accepted it, swallowing when she told him to. Laura and Sophia watched for a second, then both grew visibly hard. They copied her immediately—chewing bites of toast or fruit and feeding them to Avery in long, spit-slick kisses while their free hands stroked themselves under the table.

After breakfast Avery slid to his knees without being asked and thanked each of them with a slow, thorough blowjob, looking up through his lashes the entire time. Laura and Sophia came in his mouth one after the other. Martha held her load until last, then made him keep it on his tongue so she could kiss it back out of him.

Laura and Sophia finally dressed and left mid-morning, both of them kissing Avery deeply at the door and promising they would be back soon.

The house was quiet again.

Avery and Martha ended up on the couch watching television, his head in her lap. Her fingers played absently with his hair. Then her phone rang.

It was Blair.

Martha put it on speaker for a moment. Blair’s voice came through bright and casual.

“Hey, Mom. I’m coming home Monday. Took a full week off—wanted to see old friends and actually sleep in my own bed for once. That okay?”

“Of course, baby. Avery will be happy to see you.”

When the call ended Avery stayed quiet for a long time. The thought of his older sister—tall, dark-skinned, toned, with a cock he had only ever glimpsed through clothes—settled low and hot in his stomach. He shifted, already half-hard.

After a few minutes he stood, mumbled something about getting a drink, and went to the kitchen. When he came back he didn’t sit on the couch. He sank to the floor at Martha’s feet, gently lifted one of them, and began licking the sole in slow, obedient strokes.

Martha looked down at him and smiled, slow and dark. Her cock began to thicken against the front of her shirt.

“Thinking about your sister?” she asked quietly.

Avery’s face burned, but he didn’t stop licking. “A little…”

Martha let him continue until her cock was fully hard. Then she pulled him up into her lap, kissed him deeply, and fucked him right there on the couch—slow at first, then harder, biting his nipples, spitting into his mouth, calling him her perfect little slut while he moaned against her neck. She came deep inside him and kept him on her cock afterward, soft and full, while they watched the rest of the show.

That night she took him to bed and entered him again from behind. This time she didn’t pull out. She stayed buried to the hilt, arms wrapped around his waist, and they both fell asleep with her thick cock still deep inside his hole.

Monday morning came with a quick, rough fucking before the alarm even went off. Martha came inside him again, then dragged him into the shower for a fast clean-up. Breakfast was simple. On the drive to college her hand never left him—stroking his cock through his shorts, then slipping under the waistband to finger his still-slick hole while she drove with the other hand. Avery sat with his legs open, cheeks pink, soft sounds escaping whenever her fingers pressed against his prostate.

The rest of the morning classes passed in a haze of quiet tension. Avery noticed the looks. Several professors lingered a second too long when they walked past his desk. None of them said anything openly—no professor would risk spreading word about what happened behind closed office doors—but the attention was clear.

During the change between second and third period, a hand brushed across his ass in the crowded hallway. Another lightly squeezed the front of his shorts while someone else “accidentally” grazed his nipple through his shirt. Each time Avery only let out a soft breath and kept walking. The touches grew bolder as the day went on.

Near the end of the lunch break, a sharp-eyed literature professor—Dr. Voss, early forties, short dark hair, known for being strict—caught his eye and tilted her head toward the quiet corridor that led to the older faculty storage rooms. Avery followed after only a moment’s hesitation.

The storage room was narrow and dim. The moment the door closed Dr. Voss pushed him against the metal shelves and kissed him hard, tongue pushing into his mouth without warning. One hand gripped his ass, the other cupped his cock through his shorts and squeezed.

“I’ve been watching you all morning,” she murmured against his lips. “The way you didn’t pull away when they touched you…”

Her hand slid under his shirt, fingers finding a nipple and rolling it firmly. Avery’s breath hitched. She kissed him again, deeper, then let her hand travel down, under the waistband of his shorts and panties. Her palm spread across his bare ass, groping the soft flesh. After a few moments her fingers drifted inward, found his hole, and pressed lightly.

They sank in with almost no resistance.

Dr. Voss froze for half a second, then pushed deeper, feeling how open and slick he already was.

“So it’s true,” she said, voice low and darkly pleased. “Evelyn really did fuck you.”

Avery’s cheeks burned, but he didn’t close his legs. “She… did.”

That was all the permission Dr. Voss needed.

She spun him around, yanked his shorts and panties down to his thighs, and spat on her fingers before pushing two of them back inside him. Avery braced himself against the shelves and pushed back onto her hand with a soft moan. Dr. Voss freed her cock—thick, average length for a futa but heavy—and rubbed the head against his entrance.

“Quiet,” she ordered. “I don’t want anyone walking by to hear how much you like this.”

She pushed in slowly at first, then harder once she felt how easily he took her. The wet sound of her cock sliding into his used hole filled the small room. Avery bit his lip to stay quiet, but soft, high sounds still escaped every time she bottomed out. Dr. Voss reached around and stroked his cock in time with her thrusts, whispering filthy praise against his ear.

“Look at you. Taking a professor’s cock in a storage room like it’s nothing. Evelyn trained you well.”

She fucked him until her rhythm turned rough and urgent, then buried herself deep and came with a low groan, flooding him. Avery followed a few seconds later, spilling over her fist. They stayed locked together for a moment, breathing hard, before she slowly pulled out.

Dr. Voss cleaned herself with a tissue, then took Avery’s phone and typed her number in.

“Don’t be surprised if I call you,” she said, kissing him once more—slower this time. “I want longer next time.”

She left first. Avery fixed his clothes and waited a full minute before stepping back into the hallway, cheeks still warm.