Two cock's in his ass

Avery woke to the thick, unmistakable stretch of two cocks already moving inside him.

Martha was in front, lying on her side facing him, one leg hooked over his hip as she fucked him in slow, deep strokes. Behind him Blair was pressed tight against his back, her thicker cock sliding in and out of the same stretched hole alongside their mother’s. The dual pressure was overwhelming—every thrust from one pushed him harder onto the other. Avery’s mouth fell open in a soft, broken moan the moment his eyes focused.

Martha kissed him, slow and claiming, while Blair’s breath was hot against the back of his neck.

“Morning, baby,” Martha murmured against his lips. “You were already so soft and open… we couldn’t wait.”

Blair’s hands gripped his waist, pulling him back onto both of them with every thrust. “He’s taking both of us so well,” she whispered, voice still rough with sleep and lust. “Fuck… I can feel you moving against me, Mom.”

They didn’t rush. The rhythm stayed deep and steady at first—long, rolling strokes that made Avery’s toes curl and his small cock leak steadily onto the sheets. Martha kept kissing him, feeding him her tongue and occasional strings of spit that he swallowed without hesitation. Blair bit gently at his shoulder, then reached around to stroke his cock in time with their thrusts.

The pace built gradually. Martha’s hips snapped harder. Blair matched her, the wet, filthy sound of two thick cocks sharing the same hole filling the quiet bedroom. Avery’s soft cries grew higher, more desperate. He came first—untouched except for Blair’s hand—spilling across Martha’s stomach with a shuddering moan. The tight clench of his orgasm pulled both women over the edge almost together. Martha flooded him from the front with a low, satisfied groan. Blair followed a few seconds later, pressing deep and adding her own heavy load until Avery felt impossibly full.

They stayed locked together for a long while afterward, cocks slowly softening inside him, hands stroking his sweat-damp skin. Martha kissed his forehead.

“Good boy,” she whispered.

Eventually they pulled out. A thick mix of cum leaked down Avery’s thighs. Blair immediately leaned in and licked him clean while Martha watched with dark approval. They shared a messy three-way kiss after that, all spit and leftover cum, before finally climbing out of bed.

Martha checked the time and sighed.

“I have meetings at the company this morning. I need to get ready.”

Blair stretched, still naked, and reached for her shirt. “I’m heading to Mira’s place for a bit. Some of the girls from last week want to hang out.”

They showered together—quick but not entirely innocent, hands wandering, mouths finding skin—but there wasn’t time for another full round. Martha dressed in a sharp blouse and skirt, the outline of her cock still visible for a moment before the fabric settled. She cupped Avery’s face at the door and kissed him thoroughly.

“Be good while we’re gone. Text me if you need anything.”

Blair kissed him next, longer, and squeezed his ass. “Don’t have too much fun without us.”

Then the house was quiet.

Avery stood in the empty living room for a few minutes, still feeling the pleasant, heavy ache of both of them inside him. He cleaned up properly, changed into a soft sweater and another short skirt, and left for the bookstore.

Saturday morning shifts were always slower at first, but the moment he walked through the door the atmosphere shifted. Several of the regular older women were already there, seated in the reading area with drinks they had clearly been nursing while waiting. A few more arrived within the first hour. Word had spread further overnight.

Ms. Harlow looked openly pleased when she saw him.

“Busy already,” she said, handing him his apron. “I like it.”

Avery tied it around his waist, soft and polite as always, and got to work. Every time he bent to shelf a book or walked between the tables he felt the weight of their eyes. He let his hips sway just a little more than necessary, the short skirt shifting with each step, and the quiet attention only grew thicker.

The bookstore stayed busier than a normal Saturday morning had any right to be.

Avery moved between the shelves with his usual soft steps, short skirt swaying just enough to keep eyes following him. Every time he bent to place a book on a lower shelf, he felt the quiet attention settle heavier on the curve of his ass. He didn’t mind. He even slowed down a little, letting the fabric ride higher for a second longer than necessary before straightening again.

One of the regulars—a tall woman in her late forties with silver-streaked hair—waited until he passed her armchair and reached out as if to ask about a title. Her fingers brushed the back of his thigh, light and deliberate, sliding just under the hem of his skirt for the briefest moment before pulling away.

“Sorry,” she said, voice calm. “Didn’t mean to startle you.”

Avery only smiled politely, cheeks a little pink. “It’s all right. Which book were you looking for?”

She asked about something in the romance section. He led her there. While he stretched to reach a higher shelf, her hand rested on his lower back—again, just a touch longer than needed—before she took the book from him with a quiet thank-you.

It happened again near the register.

A different woman, younger than the first but still clearly older than him, stood a little too close while he rang up her coffee and pastry. When he turned to grab a paper bag, her fingers traced the outside of his hip, testing the soft give of flesh under the thin fabric of his skirt. Avery didn’t step away. He simply finished bagging her things and handed them over with the same soft voice he always used.

“Have a nice day.”

She looked at him for a second longer than was polite, then nodded and went back to the reading area.

Ms. Harlow noticed everything. She didn’t say a word, but the small, satisfied curve of her mouth said enough. Sales were already better than the previous Saturday, and it wasn’t even noon.

Later, while Avery was restocking the display table near the front, another regular—a curvy futa with warm brown skin—came up beside him under the excuse of looking at the new releases. Her hand settled on his waist as she leaned in to read a title over his shoulder. The touch slid lower, palm briefly cupping the side of his ass through the skirt before she pretended to adjust her own bag.

“You’re very helpful,” she murmured.

Avery kept his eyes on the books, voice quiet. “Thank you. Let me know if you need anything else.”

She stayed there a moment longer, fingers giving one last, almost curious squeeze, then moved away.

None of them pushed further. None of them needed to. The touches were small—testing, measuring, seeing how much he would allow—and every time Avery simply continued working with the same polite softness, the air in the shop grew a little thicker.

By the time his shift ended, the reading area was still half full. Ms. Harlow rested her hand on his shoulder again as he clocked out, thumb brushing the side of his neck once before she let go.

“Same time next week,” she said.

Avery nodded, tied his sweater around his waist, and headed for the door. He felt more than one pair of eyes follow the sway of his hips all the way out onto the sidewalk.