Rendering Payment.

Daisuke was very sweet on you with her clean up, her rough cat-like tongue lapped at every fold of skin or line of your nuts giving a zealous attention to detail to every inch of your cock ensuring a spit-shine clean to it.

The cute cat-girl went so far as kowtowing in thanks for allowing her to ‘consecrate her womanhood and womb with the cock and seed of someone who carries such favor with Haverty’. Finish the carnal work she turned around to face yours and Carus’s statues causing her to happily pur at Carus’s statue of approving look it had adopted once she’d finish her work.

Sweeping down into another kowtow you were treated to her underwear soaked with your cum that was leaking from her lower mouth showing how prodigious your load had been. That this was your second load that size without feeling drained or feel remotely winded at all was strange.

With an idea of what could be doing this, you examined your divine energy trickling into you sustaining your stamina and sexual stamina ensuring you were topped off. It also explained the seeming lack of a refractory period as you were raring to take the priestess for another round right there.

Neat benefit to being the god of sex.

There was more to it though, it felt as if it existed in duality with your mortal nature as if you were both a god, but at the same time not in perfect coexistence through the mortal aspect was taking precedent currently.

Molding it a little more you patted the head of Carus’s presence that was still happily in contact with you, you felt her exuberance as in your minds-eye you saw as she melted into a content puddle.

For fun you focused through the heady incense that teased your senses and passion Daisuke lit. Shaping a hand you ran a finger of the projection down Carus’s spine causing the Angel’s wings and body to tremble in excitement she rapturous moaned as it traveled slowly down her back.

As much as you’d like to spend more time with a woman that worshiped you and the voyeuristic angel watching you do that, you relented there as you had a mother and daughter waiting on you to enjoy as ‘payment’ for their services.

Leaving the temple, the wanton sounds and atmosphere remained as a low murmur in your ears yet now held an inquisitive curiosity. Where you passed the priestess of your temple their eyes followed, the young or lower ranked priestess turned to hushed gossip as they whispered to each other in bemusement.

"Is it true? That Carus actually ordered Daisuke to attend to him? That's closest you can get to hearing Haverty talk!" A teenage dog girl with a pair of doberman ears on top of her head and blur of her short wagging tail beating the very short mini-skirt length hakama excitedly rattle off loud enough for you to overhear.

The human priestess who wasn't any taller than Daisuke was trying to restrain her own exuberance at her but failed. "I mean that's what I overheard her explaining to the Gonguji why she abandoned her duty in the central temple in a rush. And Daisuke isn't a liar like Kaho." Passing from ear shoot you couldn't catch any more of the conversation as you exited the temple founds.

Carus’s presence disappeared as you crossed the threshold of your consecrated grounds and the city, yet you could still feel a crumb of that vast endless ocean of your divine energy fed by a tiny trickle nesting inside you, feeding and nourishing you in some indescribable way.

The Farmer’s wife had been waiting for you, and her blushing demure state she’d had on the way to it was gone.

It was replaced by a confident straight backed lecherous woman freed from her restrictions, who played sexual games as she was leading back to the teahouse.

She strutted ahead of you leading you by the hand, very knowingly held cozily to her pert derriere where her swaying hips brushed your fingertips back and forth over her backside you pinched to throaty appreciative sounds.

Walking closely with her along the maze of Khangu’s thronged streets she’d suddenly stop then turn around to catch you as you continued walking straight into the short tanned woman’s waiting arms burying her face in your chest.

She cupped your chin, and clutched your body with the strength of an old soldier that clashed with her youthful svelte body, standing on her toes she guided you into a hungry kiss while massaging your heavy balls for just a moment, making your blood pump and fill your lower extremities.

Then she moved to your ear, her hot breath caressing it with her whisper. “If you keep up, there a prize for you.”

Pulling away with surprising agility she strode ahead of you tugging at her ao dai suggestively revealing her thighs that sported glimmering trails of her arousal running down them, batting her blue jewels for eyes sparking with an open invitation as she jogged away playfully making for the mouth of a nearby alleyway illuminated by the glow of the setting sun.

Sucking in a hungry breath you watched her athletic ass outlined in detail in that slinky tunic, your cock throbbed as you gave chase after her.

That was hot and informative, yet made so much sense as how women that looked like the sergeant or the Farmer’s wife could be soldiers.

Her arms were fit and toned from her work and life, but that strength was greater than their size implied, licking your lips, you guessed that it meant women, like the Oni you’d seen on the road were as good as those without the same muscle as you trailed after your ‘guide’.

Around you the crowd barely paid to such a brazen display of sexual intent, as they continued with daily life as you and your guide weaved through them.

The most notable reaction was a couple sitting near the alley’s maw, of an elderly man sitting beside a stunning MILF of an asian in her prime of her beauty with her matronly looks wearing an ao dai similar to the Farmer’s wife, though with her large tits the opaque patches were more small circles hiding her nipples.

They were nostalgically laughing, watching you chasing tail.

“Ah, I remember when I could chase ya like that.” The man sentimentally recalled as you approached the alley your target had entered.

Humming in remembrance the wife giggled. “Aye, and remember how my mother hated having to figure out which alley we’d stopped in when we were returning from the market? She always used to tell us to wait to get home first.”

That couples words and chuckling stuck in your head as you followed after the farmer’s wife in this game of hers.

Entering the alley, you found her leaning her back on a wall, in the midst of tying her tunic’s two flaps together to the side of her hips showing her wet sex and shifting her sword out of the way.

Catching your eye she walked back lead you further into the alley curling her finger at you inviting your attention, you took it with both hands as she came to a stop with her back on one of the walls.

As surprising as her shift was from demure to confident was, entering her reach she struck first her hand swiftly grabbed your wrist pulling you forward using her strength and swapping your positions around so she had you pinned up against the wall despite her shorter stature.

Stealing a quick peck by brushing her lips on yours was electrifying making both of you shutter in anticipation, she drew back with a deep breath licking her lips as they curled into a light lascivious smile as she held you in place.

“Seems I’ve acquired a taste for foreign men.” She husked with lidded eyes.

Your face split into a grin. “Only a taste? You’ll be wanting me more than that in a moment.” You fire back before diving down to capture her lips in a ravenous kiss.

Her grip weakened as she battled vying with you for control of the wild back and forth of your mouths, each touch of her soft lips on yours or smooch generated sounds of enjoyment from the woman as she clamored to extend each connection out. Desperation lead to her mounting one of your legs humping it and her rubbing her body on yours.

That neediness grew until she let go of your hands to grab your face to keep you still and lip lock herself with you. Freed your hands roamed her body gilding over the silk of her clinging ao dai that felt like she wasn’t wearing anything at all.

It made the line between her clothes and skin was nearly imperceptible as your fingers of your left hand crossed from the white silk to her smooth skin to cup her behind. Your right hand came to cradle her head in preparation for completely turning the tables as you both stop the kiss to breath.

Your chance came when nipping at your lower lip hers parted enough apart, you invaded her mouth with your tongue exploring it to her wide-eyed surprise as she froze.

Guess two farmers even in this world were sexual desires plague the mind aren’t the most adventurous in the bedroom.

Grabbing her hip you pivoted your bodies around, reversing your positions the sword clanging as it rattle as you held her against the wall taking control.

She groaned and giggled their vibrations leaving your lips buzzing as her shock turned to gratification and her tongue roused from its limp state to actively wrestling with yours, taking to it like a fish to water. Her leg humping grew languid as she dragged her sex along the stretch of your robed leg as she rocked her hips.

Coming apart from each other to breath her chest heaved as she looked at you, her sapphire eyes sparkled with amusement and desire as she caressed your cheek with a little smile as she continued moving her hips.

Putting a finger teasingly to you chin she hummed. “I’ll take back what I said when we first met, you’re far from harmless.” She kissed you lightly, she sucked in a deep breath savoring the taste of your lips with a rasping moan.

She shivered as she withdrew reluctantly. “Be gentle with my little lotus blossom, she hasn’t had the chance to sleep with a man yet since her coming of age.”

You quirked eyebrows at her grinning at her sly offer. “Isn’t that far more than we negotiated?” were interested, though you had aspirations for greater targets.

Her lips curled into the largest smile you’d seen from her. “Not if her passion that drives her to you the night after you share your thick, rich Yang essence with us.” At just the thought of your cum she swallowed at the memory and released a trembling breath.

“The sooner we’re at the teahouse, the sooner we can begin.” You told her.

“Lets.” She agreed as she ceased her games and hurried with you back to the tea-house.

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Hurriedly returning to the teahouse, you and the farmer’s wife split up to search around the main room of the teahouse that took up almost the whole first floor for the other two members of your group.

It was a massive open room full of tables filled with men and women that a couple waitresses wandered between in their body-hugging qipao and trays, they didn’t mind the groping hands of the customers like the older man rubbing one of their asses as she poured him his tea making casual talk with him.

Those exchanges held homey vibes as another waitress who was placing down various meat filled steamed buns at a table of women, one of them slipped from their seat onto their knees behind the waitress without her noticing.

The tables occupants were struggling to keep straight faces and held their breaths as their fellow carefully lifted her head and hands to inches away from the edge of the waitresses skirt, in position she lurched forward shoving her face between the waitresses legs and under her qipao’s skirt shaking her head obviously tonguing the other woman’s pussy.

Staggering at the sudden pleasure the waitress moaned in surprise caught her balance using the table. Seeing her reaction the tables occupants burst into laughter that infected the waitress who pushed the woman’s head from her skirt and mirthfully chided her assailant who looked unrepentant for her act as she grinned with her wet face at the half-hearted finger wagging scolding she was receiving.

Such characters were in no short supply as wandering you could find prostitutes undiscerning of their marks genders as they flirted with men and women alike, a particularly bold one was reciting sexual poetry to a married couple caressing the wife’s arm and the oddly stiff husband in his seat.

Leaning a bit down, it was difficult to see from the rich motion filled environment of the teahouse, but you made out the woman’s leg underneath the table slowly moving as she gave him a footjob.

Passing another table was soldiers mostly women with some men cavorting, as they wildly drank wines and nearly one to one had a prostitute with them. Glancing at them, one woman whose face was familiar blearily blinked as her expression pulled into a leer.

“Hey, you’re that really tall handsome foreigner the sarge was gonna fuck. How about ya sit with us.” She called out to you.

She let go of the prostitute she’d been holding to stumble towards you with a drunken swagger as she nearly tripped into you as she grabbed the front of your robe.

Steadying herself as the other chuckled watching her, she barely came up to your shoulders causing her to crane her head up to meet your eyes with her lecherous expression.

“You’re huge this close! No wonder she liked ya.” She slurred in drunken astonishment.

Glancing at the table you noted the lack of the red hair and the sergeant that it belonged to at the table.

“Where is she anyway?” You asked, as you felt her hands grope you half-chub to an excited ‘Ooooh’ from her as she felt its girth and patted your groin to feel its length. You return the gesture by feeling what you could of her up.

“Shit girls, he’s hung like he’s tall!” She told her unit giggling at the outburst of rowdy hooting from them and interest from the women peering over to get a look. “Eh, the sarge had to deal with some noble that got angry, so she’s going to have an empty bed tonight.” She leered at you.

“Doesn’t mean my cot has to foreigner, why don’t you join me? Tanian women always have uses for your kind.” She insisted with an arrogance born of the empires former glory.

She tried to drag you to the table with her, something even with her remarkable strength for her size wasn’t enough to pull you along, underlying a possible dangerous sub-text to this.

Pulling again to the same lack of effect causing the other soldiers to laugh.

Humorous the mood of the table might be, you could feel the uncomfortable tension that suddenly filled the air. Tables around theirs found their attention anywhere, but the soldiers behavior.

“Come you damn ox!” The soldier grunted growing flustered at her continued failure to haul you to the table.

Sensing where this was going somewhere dangerous you were going to lean on their dispositions and your advantages to get out of this situation. Just as lust got you into this, a sexual solution on your terms can get you out.

Problem solving a Bard would be proud of.

You took a forceful approach thanks to the avoidance of the crowd, you domineeringly wrap an arm around her waist and pulling into your chest and domineeringly and stuffing your other hand under her skirt and underwear you stroked her petals that already slick needed little more before you hooked your fingers sliding two inside her snatch.

The soldiers at the table seemed in awe at your fearless action, as they burst out laughing as they watched you manhandle their friend, overturning her bravado.

“Oh Tanian women do have uses, I’m sure you’d make a fine fucktoy for me to rail senseless and fill up with my foreign seed. But, I’m busy tonight so here’s what you’re going to be missing.” You husk into her ear as you kiss and nip at her neck flipping the table.

She meekly moaned as her demeanor switched from her horny, aggressive and crude soldier to submissive as she bent over to press her butt on your swelling package as your dexterous fingers rapidly plunged in and out as they stroked her g-spot, you could feel your divine crumb of power guiding you to maximize her pleasure.

“If you want more, you’ll have to let me leave. Then if we meet again and maybe if you beg I might invade your throat with my big foreign cock like the needy slut you want to be. Agreed?” You offered up the possible sexual resolution.

Gasping as you attacked her pleasure points her legs quivered as she nodded.

Practically lifting the small soldier up she covered her face in embarrassment you fingered her to orgasm in front of her comrades. Setting her down she face crude deriding remarks of her stamina from her unit she vehemently denied it red in the face as she challenged any of them to watch her prove her prowess with the whore she’d bought distracting them from you.

You quickly escaped the scene, a waitress you walked alongside gave you a sympathetic look. “You were smart, the cities soldiers are despicable, at least that group has their sergeant to whip them into shape when she's around.” She grumbled to you and offered to help you find the farmers.

Following her you found the farmer, wife and daughter who looked almost out of place and uncomfortable surrounded by such finer clothes and food of the other customers. The dinner was had the odd air of them being out of place, the wife played footsie with you as the husband and daughter talked about how selling the rice went.

At the end you paid, as honest people they tried refusing to let you pay, the wife’s protests were weaker than her husbands. Once you had, you all retired to your room to pay for the wife’s services.

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Walking ahead of you and the farmer the two women of the group were busy talking.

The mother holding her daughters shoulders as she spoke with her. “Always be mindful of your teeth, you want to suck on a mans cock not bite it. Don’t go as deep you’ve seen me do with your father at night. He is far bigger than and you don't have any experience, leave that to me and I’ll be with you to help.”

As any teenager to a parents lecture the daughter groaned irked by it. “Urgh, I get mom! Can’t I suck my first dick on my own?” She complained to her mother’s exasperated head shake.

Beside you the farmer inspected his wife wet thighs and shared an easygoing look as you handed him the two copper coins he reluctantly took. “Haven’t seen the ol’crow that wet for sometime, let alone for a payment. She’s always on me about demanding more, it’ll do her good to enjoy taking in your yang essence.”

You saw some fun to add. “Heh, you should enjoy yourself too. Don’t feel like you can’t jerk it to me and your wife and daughter. Trust me, you’ll love watching them have sex with me like it’ll be the hottest thing you’ve seen.”

He sheepishly nodded convinced your words excitement jumped as you all entered your room. It wasn’t anything special by your standards bit bigger than your bedroom containing a red lacquered table and chairs, two chinese couch beds one which the daughter rushed over to planting herself in giddy excitement.

“There’s no straw! The sheets are silk and the pillows are soo soft!” She exclaimed as she stretched herself out on the bed, her taut ao dai delightful was pulled up on her toned body unveiling her wet pussy through its sheer fabric like a rising curtain as the opaque section from her indulgence in the luxury of the room.

Sitting up on the bed she was a beaming young woman excited for what was next, your mind drifted to a young naive girl on the casting couch. Only she anything but innocent, knowing exactly what she was getting into.

The father sat in one of the chairs while mother knelt at the bed’s side motioning her daughter to join her. “Off the bed, you won’t be able to suck his dick like that.” She commanded, the daughter sighing as she did so.

You walked between them and seated yourself in-front of them on that firm bed opening your robes, both women dainty hands grabbed the waistband of your sweatpants and underwear pulling them down, the mother guiding her daughter to trail their hands down your inner-thighs as they divested you of your clothes.

They paused to admire the heavy muscle that rested on the bed, your partly swollen prick draped itself like a thick trunk that dangled over the beds edge on your heavy balls.

Your crumb of divinity nudged at you informing you that if you wanted your could use the domains and power for additional fun and effects, to make your cock sexually stimulating by just touching. You pushed that off for another time, you wanted this undiluted or detracted from, to have the raw natural experience.

“Enjoy it, it’s difficult to find men half as blessed by Haverty.” The mother said, taking a deep breath taking the sight in.

Nudging your legs wide the mother leaned in she took your shaft just under your glans lifting it up placing kisses and licks down the right side of your length, the daughter copied her mother on the opposite side of your prick as they worked in conjunction creating chains of imprints of their lips down your shaft that sent sensations up your back as your erection grew in their pumping hands.

In his seat the farmer shifted around mesmerized by the sight of his wife and daughter between your legs. He soon took out his average asian-sized dick and softly stroked it's already hard length.

Reaching your base the wife paused her mouth’s work and brought a hand to massage your balls. “There’s more than just the shaft you need to pay attention to-” The mother demonstrated by lowering her face to your ball sack she gazed into your eyes as she lavished it with methodical drawn out licks and sucking kisses all over the top as her hand played with your balls evaluating your every grunt and groan.

“Every last detail of his penis, find what the man likes and doesn’t like. Some spots never change.” She said, then to underscore her point she ran her tongue around the corona of your glans then resting your broad cockhead on her tongue she flicked your frelium with her tongue making you hiss from the sharp lance of pleasure that struck you.

Pursing her lips the daughter followed her mother’s example disgruntled at the control, she rebelliously didn’t follow her mother’s methodical style to instead lap at your ballsack with energy in rapid punches of sensation of her soft lips and dexterous tongue.

Your every sound of pleasure stoked the farmer’s own as he took every pleasure his wife granted you as his own. Then his breath caught as his wife returned her attention to your tip, opening her mouth wide her tongue stuck out acted as a guide rail for your fat cockhead to her mouth.

Her lips sealed around your tip in a ring that expanded as she pushed her head down to envelop your cockhead in the wet confines of her mouth pulled in by her sucking that pulsed in a cycled, spiking in intensity before lulling to a soft suckling.

Stopping in the middle of sucking on one of your balls the daughter pulled her lips off to a wet smacking to look at her mother. “Mom!” The daughter protested her mother’s bobbing head as she stole a march on her.

The mother didn’t pay her daughter any mind as she fucked her mouth using your tip, attacking it top by rubbing it on the roof of her mouth and her tongue lashing at the bottom and your slit to collect your precum to swallow.

Her long raven hair swayed with her head, each bob of her head found her accepting inch after inch more passing through her lips her heads passage leaving a sheen of spit that shined in the rooms lighting, swiftly your cockhead rubbed on the back of her throat as the lubricating blessing made it comfortably enter her throat.

Swallowing as she greeted its intrusion she scrunched her face as she went deeper taking you into her throat that bulged stuffed with your cockflesh. Until half way down she choked and tore her head off your prick thick threads of spit connected her lips to your member as she gulped down air her chest heaving as she regained her breath gathering herself to go reattempt deep throating you.

Impatience as only a teenager could be the daughter left her place at your balls to suckled on your tip. Her tongue swirling around your tip her tongue ran along your cocks slit tasting your precum flowing from it, she groaned in carnal enjoyment as it coated her tongue.

Driven by the need to taste more of your pre she roughly shoved her head down your cock that slid easily with its blessing to the back of her throat. The teenager pumped her head simply sliding your cock back and forth over her tongue.

Forlornly sighing the mother gathered her daughters long hair into a ponytail to keep it out of the way her other hand cradled your cock in a half circle unable to encompass its girth and to act as a stopper for her daughter’s ambitions as she tried to take more than your glans into her mouth.

“Just moving your head does nothing to pleasure him, if you want his share his Yang essence, you have to use your tongue and suck on his cock.”

“Mrph!” The daughter attempt to grouse at her mother her mouth full of your cock. The attempt at speaking vibrated your cock, but she followed her mother's advice.

Her limp tongue tentatively began to writhe on the sensitive cockhead and the pulsing suction started, despite her stumbling first steps she learned quick slowly bobbing her head and watching your reactions to each thing she tried discarding what didn’t bring a twitch to your cock or a appreciative noise from you.

As your balls began to ache for release the mother pulled her daughter’s head off you to your disappointment that was soothed by the two of them making out.

Acting as you’d expect a young adult at such a display of parental love the daughter leaned away from the ‘suffocating’ parental affection as her mother trailed kisses from her cheek to her mouth that once they reached her lips the daughter returned it passionately.

“That’s enough, we only have one load from him. But, how was your first taste of a man's dick?” The mother happily asked.

Looking abash at her mother hugging, the daughter licked and bit her lip squirming as her hands. “Good.” She flusteredly said, her blue eyes darting to you before averting in embarrassment.

“Now what you do say to him.”

Tugging at the bottom of her tunic she looked at you and bowed. “Thank you for being my first.” She thanked you, the absurdity was invigorating.

Her mother kissed her on the cheek then rose standing up once again tying her ao dai’s flaps to the side. She climbed onto the bed, placing her hands on your shoulders for balance as she reached with one hand back positioning your cock aimed at her.

Past her body you could see her husband leaning forward in his chair hand beating his meat trying to get a better view your impending penetration of his wife. He ragged breathing and entranced audience gave you an idea as you recalled how Daisuke’s penetration went.

Touching the wife’s hip she stopped quirking an eyebrow.

“Why don’t you help your wife with this, it’ll let you make sure I’m not cheating you by ensuring I pour every last drop of cum I promised. That you get the best view and hands on is a hell of a bonus.” You tell him.

“Yer have been if anything generous with us, if ya were to cheat us ya would have already done it.” His words might say, but his face as he rushes over has more excitement than **** as taking his place behind his wife forces the daughter to scooch over to make room to her irritation.

You can see his cock twitching as he supports his wife’s weight as she’s lowered onto your cock, your broad cockhead prods her folds to a shiver up her spine as in obscene sluggishness you lower lips stretch effortlessly accepting your girth.

The wife mewled, keened and quivered as your cock swaddled in the molten heat of her pussy inch by inch sliding into her by pure gravity. Her inner walls clenched squeezing your cock in a surging wave of pleasure, you groaned grinning at her euphoric expression.

She looked beautiful clenching her teeth hissing in intoxicated pleasure looking at you with her sapphire eyes yearning for her decent to end, and the fucking to begin.

So it was a shared sigh of relief and bated breath when her mound kissed the base of your cock, she undulated her hips enjoying the sensation of being completely filled giving you a sultry grin as she stirred your cock inside her.

“Move her.” You commanded the husband, not bothering to look anywhere but his wife’s lustful eyes as he lifted her.

The world beyond the farmer’s wife barely existed beyond his daughter masturbating as she watched her father bounce her mother on your cock.

His grunts barely reached the edge of your perception as he lifted and brought his wife down on your lap in a wanton meeting of slapping flesh. His wife vocally howled her pleasure to the world as heat build up in your body from the friction of her velvety walls on your prick.

She orgasmed as her husband continued the work of fucking her on you, her walls spasming as your cock was hammered into her by the love of her life though her whole orgasm. As she came down she didn’t hesitate to kiss you, copying what you’d done in the alley her tongue slipped into your mouth.

Pawing at her body groping her breasts she moaned into your mouth as nearly every part of her body was assaulted by mind numbing pleasure.

Your own orgasm nearly felt like it snuck up on you from the foggy sexually clouded state off mind you were in. As abruptly you groan spraying your third load for the day into the farmer’s wife womb, without any loss of vigor or amount as her soft moans became a cry of pitched pleasure as your seed once again drove a woman to orgasm.

The sex gained a squishing sound of you plunging into her cum filled snatch. Pulling her body into yours she shoved her husband away allowing both of you to collapse onto your side still intertwined the firm bed’s soft silk sheets.

She hummed in satisfaction as she continued kissing you, then breaking away she sighed contently and let her head rest on your chest squirming as your cum sloshed around inside her.

“Husband, is it all inside?” The wife asked rubbing her body on yours as she stretched to place a soft kiss on your chin.

You felt a humid breeze of breath on your balls as you assume the farmer closely ‘inspected’ your payment. That weather beaten face man loudly sighed.

“Aye, he’s filled ya up to where yer overflowing. He’s given us more than promised again.” He stood shaking his head even as he stroked his cock, he looked at you. “For a stranger, yer been far too good to us.”

Tiredly the wife nuzzled into your chest. “Good, finish up my love and then let’s sleep together.” She said clutching your body keeping you in place.

You grunted in agreement, as while you could go another round or four sexually. The sleepiness of being awake for so long was lightly making itself known. Then to some surprise you watched the husband joined the two of you in the bed sandwiching the wife between your bodies, he shifted around a bit and you couldn’t see what he was doing.

Then you felt it as your cock inside his wife’s pussy had a small added pressure as she moaned as her husband inserted himself into her ass. Her body bumped on yours and your softened prick jostled inside her as he rapidly thrusted into her in a soft clapping of his hips meeting her ass until he gasped cumming into her ass.

He sighed as he relaxed, the slight increase in pressure withdrawing he settled in to sleep in the same bed as you and his wife he’d helped you fuck.

“Just a few drops love?” The wife teased her husband for his load, who good naturedly grumbled.

“I’m not young anymore ol’crow! Can’t be cumming like the lad ‘ere or be repeat’n it again and again. Besides, I doubt many men can do it like the lad.” He mirthfully chuckled as he complimented you.

An aggravated sigh of long familiar suffering emanated from the other bed the daughter had taken as she pulled a pillow over her head to block out the sound of her parents talk about and having sex. Neither parent paid any mind of their daughter’s problem.

“Oh? Are you saying I should be looking to younger men to scratch my itch?” The wife husked entwining her legs with yours and pointedly kissing you.

He didn’t say anything, instead just ran his hand along her side giving her hips a little tug, yanking her down onto your cock. The wife giggled at her husband's antics.

You just took it all in amazement at the twisted common sense of your creation as all four of you settled in rest.