A Song of MILFs and Trouble Chapter 7 (Patreon)
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“So it’s set up?” Daemon asked.
“It is,” the employee replied. “It’ll take a few minutes up to maybe a half hour at most to take effect, but that phone is fully connected. As for your old one, we do recycle them here free of charge for paying customers.”
“I’ll hold onto it for now,” Daemon replied. “I have a few files I need to get off of it.”
“Of course, sir,” the man said. “Have a nice day.”
“You as well, thanks,” Daemon said, pocketing his new phone.
His old one had been getting slower over the last few months and had actually shut down completely while he was using it and appeared completely drained despite being mostly charged the other day. With the money he made over the summer, he would have been able to replace it, but as it failed at Cersei’s place, the beautiful blonde offered to pay for it and called in to his provider’s nearest outlet to arrange the purchase, putting it on her husband’s credit card. At this point, he swore that she enjoyed spending the man’s money on him more than the sex they were having behind his back, but since he apparently made a pass at every woman he laid eyes on, Daemon wasn’t about to begrudge her her revenge. He was exiting the shop when he narrowly avoided bumping into a passing girl.
“Daemon?” Margaery asked.
“Margaery, Desmera? Hey,” Daemon said, noticing who he had run into.
“Getting a new phone?” Desmera asked.
“Yeah, the old one was giving me trouble,” Daemon said. “Are you two here for anything in particular?”
“Oh, nothing much,” Margaery sighed. “We were hoping to do some shopping, but nothing really caught my eye. Not until now, at least.”
“Sadly, I’m not for sale,” Daemon said, grinning, ignoring the fact that his new phone came from someone who was pretty much paying him for sex.
“Are you sure?” Margaery asked, looking at him mischievously. “You haven’t heard my offer yet.”
“Our offer,” Desmera purred, stepping up and crawling her fingers up his bicep before the two burst out laughing. “You know, Daemon, the last time we saw each other, Marge here said we should catch up some time.”
That moment had been one of the most awkward of his life, and he tried not to think of it much. Being caught in the house of a woman he had just fucked by her daughter and learning that she was a classmate of his had been mortifying in the moment. There was no such awkwardness here, though, the fact that Margaery was Robb’s ex aside.
“Sorry girls, I’ve just been busy,” Daemon said smoothly. “I’m free today, though, and with the mall being a bust for you two, why don’t you join me for lunch? My treat.”
Margaery and Desmera shared a look for a moment before giving him twin predatory grins.
“I think that sounds perfect,” Margaery purred.
They ended up settling on burgers, but Daemon talked them into going to a quiet little pub in the mall rather than settling on some of the more fast food options. Not only was the food of better quality, but the peaceful, homey atmosphere was far better than the cramped and loud food court. It was more expensive, but Daemon had money to burn.
“...so we walk in, and there Loras is in the living room, on his knees, about to pull down the pants of some big, burly bloke,” Margaery laughed.
“No one called ahead to tell him about the dinner plans being ruined?” Daemon asked.
“I texted him about the gas leak and that we were on our way home, but he was too occupied to get it,” Margarey replied. “So anyway, there we are, Mum gaping like a fish, Dad blubbering on about him putting on this kind of display in front of his grandmother while Loras and his guy de jure scrambled to get dressed, and Granny just goes, ‘oh please, Mace, you think I didn’t know? The boy’s a sword-swallower through and through,’ and she just walks off into the kitchen.”
Daemon burst out laughing at both the tale and Margaery’s impression of her grandmother. “Is your grandmother always that unflappable?”
“Oh, yeah, Granny’s awesome,” Desmera laughed. “Do you want my chips?”
“Sure,” Daemon said, grabbing a handful and shaking pepper on them.
“I still can’t believe you like chips with pepper and mustard,” Margaery said.
“I’ve never much liked brown sauce on them,” Daemon said, shrugging.
“Heresy,” Margaery hissed, almost managing to look serious.
“Thanks again for lunch, Daemon,” Desmera said. “We really should hang out more.”
“Definitely,” Margaery agreed.
Daemon couldn’t exactly disagree. He had never been terribly close to either one of them, really. Cheerleaders at their school, he would have been in the same circles as them just because of his athletic pursuits, even if Margaery hadn’t been dating Robb, but for some reason he had never really tried to get to know either one. He had always been interested in Alys, whom he mooned over for years before finally working up the nerve to ask her out. Robb, on the other hand, had been all about Margaery since about the moment his balls dropped. It was part of what made the end of their relationship so surprising.
“It does seem strange that we’ve known each other so long and never gotten that close,” Daemon said.
“I was your cousin’s girlfriend,” Margaery said, shrugging. “We couldn’t get that close.”
“And you and I have never been single at the same time before,” Desmera piped up.
Where Margaery had been the girl who everyone thought had found her soulmate as a kid, Desmera had dated a string of boys and had a bit of a reputation as being very fun to party with. Daemon’s friend Sam had the biggest crush on her but knew, as well as everyone else, that itwas never going to happen. As for Daemon, he could certainly see the appeal of the gorgeous redhead. With her fiery hair and green eyes that seemed to constantly sparkle with mischief and the promise of sin, he wondered if the reason none of her relationships ever worked was that none of the guys could keep up with her.
Margaery, on the other hand, looked sweet as well as beautiful. With brown hair that she clearly got from her father’s side of the family and her mother’s blue eyes, she was a stunning thing that managed to look simultaneously sexy and innocent at the same time. He knew she had a temper, though, and could be wrathful when crossed.
“Have you seen him?” Margaery asked.
“Not since the year ended,” Daemon replied, scowling. “I’ll have no choice at Payne’s sentencing, but otherwise, I’ll have as little to do with him as I can.”
“I still can’t believe that jerk,” Desmera hissed.
“I’ve given probably an unhealthy amount of thought to how I can get back at him,” Margaery admitted. “You and I both have reason to want revenge on Robb, Daemon, and I could really use your help.”
Daemon furrowed his brow as he replied, saying, “that would depend a lot on what you had in mind.”
As furious as he was at Robb, at the end of the day, he was his cousin. He might have wanted to kill him, but that didn’t mean he wanted to hurt him.
“Oh, nothing too bad,” Margaery purred, reaching under the table to place a hand on his thigh as she leaned in. “You see, there was this one thing that Robb always wanted to do that I was willing to try, but only on a very special occasion. I was honestly going to do it on our next anniversary, but the prick went and left me.”
“What...what was it?” Daemon asked, feeling his pants tighten as Margaery gave him a heated look and inched her hand closer to his crotch.
Suddenly, he felt a hand on his other thigh and looked over in shock to see Desmera leaning and giving him the same look.
“You’re smart, Daemon,” she cooed, inching her hand closer and closer to his hardening length as well. “I’m sure you can guess.”
“Sorry, Sam,”he thought to himself.
“Check, please,” he said to the passing waiter.
*****
Even though she said that her parents weren’t home, Daemon still preferred to take Margaery and Desmera to his place. Not only was it closer, but the prospect of potentially being caught fucking Margaery by her mother, who he had also slept with, even if the chances were apparently low, was not something that he wanted to risk.
He was glad that this wouldn’t be his first threesome, since he doubted that he’d be as calm about the whole thing if it were. It would be the first time that he had sex with someone his own age, provided that his cock didn’t scare them off. He knew what he was doing now, so it wouldn’t be as an issue like it had been as Alys unless they balked at the sight of him. It would also be his first time having sex in his bedroom, which, considering how much sex he’d been having, was kind of hilarious.
“I expected more of a mess,” Margaery said as she looked around his bedroom.
“I’m usually rather neat,” Daemon said. His mother wouldn’t let him be any other way.
“So, Daemon,” Desmera said as she sat down on his bed. “There’s this rumor about you that I’ve always wanted to know the truth about.”
“Oh?” Daemon asked, figuring he knew where this was going.
“Which rumor do you mean?” Margaery asked, trying too hard to sound innocent.
“The rumor that he puts most stallions to shame,” Desmera giggled.
Daemon just smirked, enjoying the look of lust and desire in Desmera’s green eyes. “And where did you hear that?”
“Satin,” Desmera replied.
“What?!” Daemon exclaimed. He figured that Alys had mentioned his size to one of her friends. Women seemed to talk about everything, after all.
“Yeah, apparently at Theon’s party a few months ago, Satin walked in on Alys trying to give you a blowjob,” Desmera replied. “Try was apparently the key word.”
Daemon grimaced at the memory of that particular party. He remembered Alys’ aborted attempt to blow him, something that ended in a handjob. He had no idea that Satin had seen them, but he was rather focused at the time, so it wasn’t that surprising. That Satin’s gaze had fallen on his cock rather than the beautiful girl gagging on it was also unsurprising.
“You think that you could do better?” Daemon asked, cocking an eyebrow.
Desmera’s eyes gleamed at the obvious challenge, and she said, “oh, Daemon, you have no idea.”
Desmera patted the bed next to her, and Daemon sat down. Leaning in, she kissed him deeply, wrapping her arms around his neck and pushing her tongue into his mouth. He returned the kiss eagerly, his own tongue dueling with hers. As she pulled back, she flicked her tongue over his lips and smirked down at him.
“Fuck, you two are hot,” Margaery whimpered. Daemon looked over and saw her watching them with obvious lust in her eyes and a hand on her breast.
“He’s quite the kisser,” Desmera purred. “Come see for yourself while I get a look at this beast.”
Margaery was on him in an instant, snogging him hard and moaning into his mouth. He didn’t know if she had been with anyone since Robb, but if the way she was nearly shaking with desire was any indication, it had been a while for her. Desmera undid his belt and pulled his jeans and boxers down together, gasping at the sight. Margaery broke the kiss to look down, and Daemon nearly laughed at how her jaw dropped.
“How do you fit that thing in your pants?” she asked in wonder.
“Well, let’s just say I can’t wear briefs,” Daemon said with a smirk.
“Of course you can’t,” Desmera purred, wrapping a hand around his cock, “not with this python and these over-sized plums you have here.”
“More like lemons,” Margaery gasped, adding her own hand to Desmera’s. “Fucking hells, my fingers don’t even touch!”
“Scared?” Desmera asked.
“I have no idea how it’s going to fit,” Margaery admitted.
“I’ll just have to get you very, very wet,” Daemon whispered in her ear, grinning at how she shuddered.
“We’ll have to get this wet too,” Desmera said, leaning in to kiss the throbbing tip.
“I should have picked you,” Margaery exclaimed. “You’re sweet and kind, and you have twice the cock.”
Daemon laughed as she launched herself at him, kissing him far more passionately than before. He doubted it was twice the cock, but he appreciated the sentiment. Desmera started licking the underside of his cock, making him groan into Margaery’s mouth, before taking the first couple inches between her pillowy lips.
“Fucking hells, you’re good at that,” he groaned, breaking the kiss for a moment to look at her. She really was too, and Daemon immediately understood why she had the reputation that she did. She was the youngest girl to ever suck his cock, being a couple months younger than Alys, and yet she was easily up there with Lynesse and Ashara.
“What was it we overheard that transfer student say last year, Mera?” Margaery asked. “Oh, right, that you have a mouth like a hoover.”
Desmera let his cock slip from her lips with an audible pop and glowered at her cousin. “I took it as a compliment. I’ve always liked sucking cock. You’re going to have to get Marge here ready, but me, I’ll be plenty wet just from playing with this monster here.”
She took his cock to the root, burying her nose in his pubic hair, and Daemon cried out.
Margaery laughed, saying, “you’re still wearing too many clothes.”
“All I’m wearing is a shirt,” Daemon chuckled. “You two are overdressed.”
“Patience, Daemon,” Margaery said, winking impishly.
Snorting, he pulled his shirt over his head and threw it at Margaery, who tossed it on his desk.
“Gods, and these muscles too,” she cooed, running her hands up his chest and down to his abs.
“You want a turn?” Desmera asked, stroking his glistening cock gently.
“Yes,” Margaery breathed, getting off the bed and sinking to her knees next to Desmera. “Fucking hells, you’re as big as my damn forearm!”
That was an exaggeration, though when she held it up to her forearm to compare, Daemon realized that it wasn’t much of one. She started bobbing her head up and down on his length, not going as far as Desmera did, but driving him wild all the same. Desmera, meanwhile, crawled behind Margaery and started hiking up her skirt.
“I have much bigger tits than Marge here,” she said. “I get them from my mother.”
Daemon tried not to think about how he knew that Margaery got hers from her mother as well.
“One are where she was me beat, though, is this,” Desmera finished, pulling Margaery’s skirt up over her arse.
Daemon stared at the plump, round bubblebutt and grinned. He had tried not to stare at her arse for years, as creeping on your cousin’s girlfriend was generally frowned upon. Now, he could stare openly, though, and damn, but that was a thing of beauty.
“Just take it off, Mera,” Margaery said before taking his cock back into her wonderful mouth.
Without a word, Desmera removed her skirt, leaving her with nothing from the waist down but her thong.
“Such a beauty,” Desmera cooed, grabbing both round cheeks in her hands. She spread it apart and smacked it back together, making an audible clapping sound.
“Fucking hells,” Daemon groaned. His eyes widened when she reached back and spanked Margaery hard.
Margaery gasped, bringing her head off of his cock to look back at Desmera. “Do that again.”
Desmera spanked her again and again, each time making her gasp, moa,n or cry out.
“Fuck me, how close are you two?” he asked, not quite sure if he was seeing what he was.
“Let’s just say, we’ve thought about doing this a lot,” Desmera said, drawing Margaery in for a passionate kiss.
Daemon watched the kissing cousins with his jaw hanging open.
“Robb’s a fucking idiot,” he gasped when words finally returned to him.
“I don’t disagree,” Margaery said, turning to look at him but staying cheek to cheek with Desmera.
“You see, Daemon, Margaery isn’t just my cousin; she’s my best friend,” Desmera said.
“And best friends share everything,” Margaery added. “Share clothes.”
“Share food,” Desmera said.
“Share a bed,” Margaery said with a wink.
“Even men,” Desmera said, “though we haven’t done that before.”
Daemon’s cock was harder than he could ever remember.
“Let’s fix that,” Margaery said, pulling Desmera’s halter top over her head to reveal her large, perfect tits.
Daemon watched the two girls undress each other quickly, both seemingly in a rush to get to what they all knew was coming. Margaery was wearing a bra, unlike her more mammarily gifted cousin, and the second it came off, he couldn’t help but notice just how much she looked like her mother. If that meant that she would look as good as Alerie did in thirty years, then Robb was even more of a fool.
Once both girls were down to their panties, they crawled back over to him and started wrapping their lips around the sides of his cock in sync with each other. Essentially making out around his shaft, the two continued to amaze him.
“Fuck, I need to feel this inside me,” Desmera moaned.
“Since you’re more comfortable, why don’t you go first while Margaery sits on my face?” Daemon suggested.
Margaery shuddered, saying, “that sounds good to me.”
Standing up, she pulled her thong down, turning around and bending over as she did to give him an unobstructed view of her incredible arse. While Daemon was staring openly at her, Desmera climbed up and started straddling him, grinding her wet pussy on his hard length.
Looking at her in all her glory, Daemon was struck by just how beautiful the redhead was. He had known her in passing since they were kids, so he knew that she was a real ginger, but if he hadn’t the tiny patch of neatly kept red curls atop her sex would have been all the proof he needed. Looking up from there, her toned midriff, something she developed through cheerleading, led the way to her gorgeous teardrop breasts. He reached up to cup the soft mounds, each easily filling his large hands, and kneaded them gently.
“She has such lovely tits, doesn’t she?” Margaery asked.
“She does,” Daemon agreed, tweaking her nipples and making her moan, “but then, so are yours.”
He reached over and kneaded one of Margaery’s breasts, circling her erect nipple lightly with his thumb. Reaching down to her hip, he cupped her arse and squeezed.
“I want this on my face,” he growled.
“Face me, Marge,” Desmera moaned as she picked up his cock and lined it up with her dripping pussy. “We can kiss while we...oh, by the gods!”
The head of his cock slipped inside her, stretching her slick, hot walls wide. She was so fucking tight, and he was about to say that when Margaery moved to straddle his face, her pussy hovering just above his eager mouth.
“How’s he feel, Mera?” Margaery asked.
“He’s so fucking thick!” Desmera groaned. “It feels like I’m being fisted.”
“Have you ever…” Margaery went to ask.
“No, but fuck, it can’t be much more intense than this,” Desmera gasped.
“You haven’t even taken half of it yet,” Margaery cooed.
“Holy shit,” Desmera groaned. “He’s going to fucking destroy you.”
“I can be gentle,” Daemon chuckled, digging his fingers into the flesh of Margaery’s hips and bringing her dripping cunt down onto his mouth.
“Oh, yes,” Margaery gasped as he gave her sex a long, slow lick.
Desmera continued to slowly descend onto his cock, rolling her hips and wiggling gently as she went. She felt fucking wonderful, and Daemon found himself wondering if Margaery was going to be even tighter as he devoured her. Margaery’s little moans and whimpers were hot and went straight to his cock, but they had nothing on the sounds Desmera was making. Her gasping moans were interlaced with little utterances of “holy shit” as he spread her slick, wonderfully hot, and tight tunnel to its limit. By the time she had taken most of him, and her arse was just about resting on his thighs, her own thighs were shaking on either side of him from the sheer exertion.
“You...oh...okay Mera?” Margaery stuttered as he swirled his tongue around her hard clit.
“Just...about...there!” she exclaimed as she took the final inch. Shaking like a leaf and panting like they had been fucking for hours, he wished that he could see the look on her face, though the sight of Margaery’s plump ass was worth missing it.
Lifting Margaery off of him for moment, he said, “just wait there for as long as you need to. My cock’s not going anywhere.”
“Feels...like you moved half my guts...out of the way,” Desmera whimpered. “You feel like you’re in my stomach. I’ve never felt that beautiful burn so much!”
“It does feel good, though?” Margaery asked.
“Amazing,” Desmera moaned. “It feels like he’s right up against all my favorite spots at once. I’m gonna cum my fucking brains out if he lasts a bit.”
Capturing Margaery’s clit between his lips, he sucked gently on the little pink nub, making the brunette cry out in pleasure. Desmera didn’t have to worry about him cumming too quickly. He had developed some pretty incredible stamina over the last few weeks.
When she had finally gotten used to him, Desmera lifted herself off of his cock a bit and slammed back down, groaning at the feeling. That little test done, she started riding him properly, rolling her hips, and milking his cock with her tight, warm walls.
Daemon decided to let her set the pace to start with and only start thrusting in time with her once she was moving more confidently. Focusing instead on Margaery, he moved his tongue down towards her seeping opening, tasting her deeply before returning to her clit.
“Oh, fuck, you’re good at that!” Margaery exclaimed.
“Really?” Desmera asked.
“Oh yes,” Margaery moaned. “Someone’s taught him very, very well.”
Daemon pulled his hand back and brought it down hard onto the beautiful brunette’s arse, making her scream. Doing it again and again as she cried out for more, his face was soon soaked in her juices.
“She’s so much like her aunt,” he thought to himself.
“Gods, yes, Daemon!” she screamed. “Spank me, eat me, don’t fucking stop!”
“Oh gods, just like that, just like that,” Desmera babbled as he started fucking her. Thrusting up in time with the rolling of her hips.
Both girls rode him harder and harder as they neared their peaks, the pair of them moaning and crying out in bliss. Margaery broke first, screaming and flooding his mouth with her fluids, which he drank down happily. Desmera’s cunt had already been fluttering around his length by then, and he didn’t know if it was seeing her cousin come undone on his face, his cock, or both that pushed her over the edge, but she shrieked and squealed her way through a powerful peak.
He grinned as he felt both girls slump against each other, panting and whimpering as the aftershocks of their climaxes continued to shake them. Margaery rolled off of him first, laying on her side against the wall and gently tracing a nail up and down his abs. Desmera lowered herself down onto him a moment later, trapping Margaery’s hand between them and kissing him passionately.
“I’ve never cum that hard before,” she purred against his ear. “Look at me, I’m still fucking shaking.”
“Did you cum?” Margaery asked.
“No,” Daemon replied. “It takes a lot more than that to get me off.”
“Alys is a moron,” Margaery spat.
“Well, in her defense, we never actually slept together,” Daemon said.
“You…” Desmera went to ask, looking like her brain just couldn’t compute what she just heard. “How?”
“She was scared of my size, and I didn’t know what the hell I was doing,” Daemon explained.
“You certainly seem to now,” Margaery said. “So who was the girl?”
“A gentleman doesn’t kiss and tell,” Daemon replied. The fact that his teachers included her mother and her aunt was reason enough not to name names.
“Good to know,” Desmera said as she gingerly lifted herself off of his rock-hard length. As the last inch slipped out of her, she groaned, “fucking hells, I’m gonna gape for days.”
“Wow,” Margaery breathed, staring at Desmera’s gaping, very pink pussy.
“You’re turn,” Desmera giggled, no doubt amused by the look on her face. At Margaery’s indecisive look, she added, “if Daemon’s face is any clue, you’re dripping wet and we’re related. If he can fit in me, he can fit in you.”
“I don’t think it works that way,” Margaery said.
Having now fucked three blood relatives of hers, Daemon wasn’t so sure about that.
“Lay down here on your back, and he’ll go nice and slow,” Desmera said, patting the bed next to Daemon.
“Why on my back?” Margaery asked as Daemon sat up and made room for her.
“Every girl’s first time should be on her back,” Desmera replied.
“It’s very far from my first time,” Margaery said dryly.
“Honey, he’s going to reach places inside you that have never been touched, places you don’t know exist,” Desmera purred, wrapping her arms around Daemon from behind and nuzzling his neck while she stared down at her cousin. “Your first time with a big cock counts as a first, and this is the biggest cock I’ve ever seen.”
Margaery whimpered and stared down at his throbbing length. Any apprehension in her was driven away by lust, and she settled down where he had been on the bed, spreading her thighs wide. He could see her slick pussy drooling and grinned down at her. Taking his cock in hand, he rubbed the glans in circles over her pussy, making her moan.
“Fuck my cousin, Daemon,” Desmera whispered in his ear. “Destroy her little pussy.”
Lining himself up with her hot, dripping cunt, Daemon pushed forward, and as the head of his cock popped inside, his eyes nearly crossed at how tight she was.
“Holy fuck!” Margaery cried, grabbing the sheets so tightly, her fingers turned white and staring up at him in wonder. “So big!”
That last word was let out in a shuddering, drawn-out moan as she closed her eyes and threw her head back into his pillow. He stretched forward and captured one of her long, hard nipples between his lips, flicking his tongue across the swollen nub. She whimpered and moved her hands to his head, grazing his scalp with her nails. He switched to the other breast, taking the entire thing into his mouth as he worked to distract her. When he felt her inner muscles relax a little bit, he pushed forward, conquering another inch of her molten depths.
“Fucking hells, you’re huge,” Margaery babbled, rubbing the back of his head and neck.
“Hurts a little, doesn’t it?” Desmera asked. “Burns a bit, but in that amazing, big fucking cock inside me kind of way that feels so good.”
“Yeah, it...fuck!” Margaery cried as he sank another inch inside her. “It feels so intense!”
“He’s going to ruin you, you know,” Desmera purred. “Normal guys just won’t do it for you once you’ve felt how amazing big, thick cocks can feel. Do it, Daemon; stretch her tight little pussy out and make her feel every inch of you.”
“Holy shit!” Margaery moaned, looking utterly overwhelmed. He figured it was both his cock inside her and her cousin’s filthy words doing it. The gods knew that Desmera was driving him wild.
He moved slowly, inching his way further inside her, pulling back as he needed to help her relax enough to take the next part of his cock. She had by far the tightest pussy he had ever fucked, and every inch took effort, but gods, she felt incredible. Finally, after what felt like hours, his pelvis met hers, the last inch of his cock buried inside her.
“It fit,” she gasped in wonder, staring down where they were joined like she couldn’t believe what she was seeing. “You feel so deep, Daemon.”
“I’m pretty sure he moved half of my guts out of the way,” Desmera said, sitting down next to them. “Your insides might be permanently rearranged, Marge.”
“Worth it,” she sighed. “You can move, Daemon. Just start slow.”
Daemon wrapped his hands around her ankles and moved them up onto his shoulders, her dainty feet resting by his head, as she started moving within her. If Desmera had felt like she was milking his cock, Margaery felt like she was squeezing it. Her warm, soft insides clung to his length as he pulled half of it out of her and spread far more easily than before as he thrust back inside.
“Fucking hells, you feel amazing,” Margaery moaned. “Daemon, how long do you think you can last?”
“A while,” Daemon said, nowhere near cumming just yet.
“Try to hold on as long as you can; take breaks if you need to,” Margaery said. “When you cum, I want it on our faces. Paint them white if you can.”
“Okay,” Daemon agreed. If that was what they were into, who was he to question it?
Desmera cocked her head and gave Margaery a questioning look. When Margaery just cocked an eyebrow and smirked, though, the redhead laughed hard.
“You evil minx, I love it!” she exclaimed.
Daemon didn’t know what that was about, and as he started fucking Margaery harder, he didn’t much care.
“You’re so fucking big,” Margaery wailed.
Daemon could already feel her starting to spasm around him, and he knew that she was close. Changing his angle slightly, he started pressing up against her g-spot more forcefully. At the same time, he brought his hand down to her clit and started stroking it gently.
“Yes, yes, YES!” Margaery screamed as she came, her back arching off the bed and her legs shaking on his shoulders. He pounded her quivering cunt through her orgasm, drawing out her pleasure for as long as he could, until finally she collapsed onto her back, an exhausted wreck.
“Have you ever cum that hard around a cock before?” Desmera asked, brushing Margaery’s hair out of her face.
“No,” Margaery gasped as she tried to catch her breath. “Never.”
“Let me suck that cock while she recovers,” Desmera said.
Daemon pulled out of Margaery and brought his glistening cock to Desmera, saying, “you want to clean my cock after it was in her pussy?”
“I’d love to,” Desmera purred, crawling over and taking him between her full lips.
“You dirty slut,” Daemon groaned, too used to this kind of shit from Lynesse to stop himself in time. Desmera just laughed around his length before replying.
“You have no idea, baby,” she chuckled. “I’ve wanted Margaery to be my partner in crime for years, but this one was hung up on your boring, dickhead cousin.”
“If by hung up, you mean in a committed relationship, then yes,” Margaery said dryly.
“Well, now we can have all kinds of fun together,” Desmera said, stroking his cock, “starting with this absolute studmuffin.”
“Who do you want next, Daemon?” Margaery asked. “Mera would be only fair.”
“No, I want him to break in your tight little pussy some more,” Desmera replied, “and I can’t imagine that Daemon here isn’t absolutely dying to fuck you from behind with that perfect ass of yours.”
“So long as he doesn’t think he’s actually going to fuck my ass,” Margaery said warningly. “I can’t imagine that monster fitting back there.”
“You’d be surprised, actually,” Daemon commented, making both of their jaws drop.
“You actually fucked some woman’s ass with this equine wonder?” Desmera asked.
“Without causing permanent damage?” Margaery asked.
“like what!” Desmera asked.
“I don’t know,” Margaery replied. “I’d just seriously expect it to never close again.”
“To answer your questions,” Daemon said, trying not to laugh, “yes I did and she’s fine. It all tightens back up, you know. Even childbirth doesn’t actually ruin you or anything like that.”
“So your adventurous, mystery woman is a mom too,” Desmera said.
“I don’t suppose it could be Robb’s mum,” Margaery piped up. “Even after five kids, she looks amazing, and it would drive my dickhead ex insane.”
“You are aware she’s my aunt, right?” Daemon asked, cocking an eyebrow.
“Not by blood,” Margaery said.
Despite himself, Daemon felt his cock twitch at the thought. Catelyn was pretty hot after all.
“No,” he said, shaking his head and trying to banish the unwanted images. “It’s not her, and I’m not saying who it is. All that I will say is that she lives around here.”
“Fair enough,” Margaery sighed. “So, how do you want me?”
Daemon thought about that for a second, and then he was struck by an image he had seen in a porno once and wanted to try. Grabbing an old jersey he kept mostly for when he was doing something dirty and didn’t want to stain clothes he still wore, he rolled it up and placed it on the ground by his bed.
“Kneel down on this and lean over the bed,” he said.
Margaery looked down at the padding and smiled at him before kneeling down. Daemon took a moment to admire her gorgeous arse, reddened by the spanks it had already received from both him and Desmera, and whistled softly.
“She is lovely, isn’t she?” Desmera asked.
“She’s not the only one,” Daemon said, his voice low and rumbling. Gazing down at her tits for a moment, he looked back up and asked, “is your shoulder still bothering you? I remember that tumble you took just before school went out.”
“Oh, it’s fine; it was after a couple days,” Desmera replied. “Why?”
“I want you to do a handstand on my bed, probably leaning back against the wall to start, and then lower yourself down towards me so your legs rest on my shoulders,” Daemon said.
Desmera’s eyes widened, and she grinned, saying, “you want to fuck her from behind and eat me out at the same time?”
“That’s exactly what I want,” Daemon said, returning her grin.
“That sounds really fun,” Desmera said.
“So long as you don’t fall on me,” Margaery said.
“We’ve done far riskier things cheerleading,” Desmera said dismissively.
“Never while fucking,” Margaery pointed out.
“Now that’s shame,” Daemon piped up, lining himself up with Margaery and pushing inside her in one long thrust.
“Shit!” Margaery cried. “Fuck, that feels good. I almost expected it to burn again.”
“No, he’s stretched you out well and good,” Desmera commented, climbing onto the bed.
She stood up on it, balancing on her hands, and didn’t even need the wall. Daemon groaned at the sight of her large, lovely tits hanging upward and held out his hands to catch her legs. Lowering herself down, with his help, she managed to move until her thighs were resting on his muscular shoulders, her pretty pink cunt in his face.
Margaery started throwing her arse back against him while he was focused on Desmera, fucking herself on his cock and moaning her pleasure into his sheets. Daemon leaned forward and started licking the soaking, wet pussy hungrily, groaning at the taste he had come to adore. Desmera gasped as she felt his tongue on her heated, sensitive flesh and tensed her thighs around his head. With her as secure as she could be, he was able to focus on Margaery again and started matching her rhythm, pounding her hard.
“Fucking hells, that’s amazing!” she cried. “You feel even deeper like this!”
“Spank...gah, fuck, right there, spank her ass Daemon,” Desmera moaned. “That little slut loves having her big bubblebutt spanked red and raw.”
“I do, yes!” Margaery screamed as he brought his hand down hard on her fat arse.
He fucked her even harder as he spanked her, alternating cheek to cheek as he went. His only disappointment was that he couldn’t watch her full, lovely cheeks ripple under the blows, but the warm, soft thighs around his head and wet pussy in his face were amazing too. Desmera had to be getting close, he realized, as not only were her thighs starting to shake around his head, but she was getting even wetter too.
“Oh fuck, just like that,” Desmera cried, her voice quavering as the pressure built. “I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna...AHH!”
She screamed at the top of her lungs as her orgasm thundered through her. Gushing onto his face, her fluids ran down chin and onto Margaery’s ass. Her whole body started to shake, and he reached out to stabilize her in case she fell, his hands filling with her large tits. She did start to falter as the pleasure fried her brain, and he held her up as best he could. He never stopped fucking Margaery through that, and she soon started to quiver around his length.
“Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop,” she chanted, her voice sounding more and more strained as he drove her ever closer to climax.
Daemon had no intention of stopping, and though he felt her own orgasm approaching, he was confident that he could push her over the edge in time to stop himself. A short break would be all he needed to keep going, since they wanted him to build up as much as he could before he came. By chance, as he was meeting her increasingly frantic thrusts, his angle changed slightly, and he felt himself push inside a little pocket inside her slick tunnel.
“FUCK!” Margaery shrieked so loudly that Daemon feared the neighbors would notice.
Her whole body convulsed as she came harder than she had yet. Daemon felt his balls get splashed as her pussy squirted around his cock. It was all getting to be a bit much for him, and he pulled out of her spasming cunt, helping lower Desmera to lie down with her on the bed as he crawled away from the pair.
He sat down on the floor, making a mental note to clean up the puddle of squirt before his parents got back and tried to catch his breath. His cock was so hard that the head looked nearly purple, and he closed his eyes for a bit to try and calm himself. When he opened them again, he saw Margaery and Desmera cuddling together and looked dazed. Standing up, he walked over to them, his still-hard cock bobbing as he went.
“Who’s next?” he asked, grinning at the twin looks of wonder, lust and nervousness that he got in response.
*****
Over an hour later, Daemon had fucked the pair of them into an exhausted stupor and could not hold back any more. It had taken numerous breaks during which he had eaten out either one or the other to keep going this long, and he was well and truly at his limits.
“I’m gonna cum,” he warned them, pulling out of Desmera, who slumped forward onto her face.
“On our faces!” Margaery cried tiredly, still remembering what she wanted. She spanked Desmera, who bolted up and glared at her for a moment.
After quickly brushing their damp hair out of each other’s faces, the two cousins pressed their cheeks together and looked at him expectantly. Daemon let out a loud, drawn-out groan as he came hard, his cock firing off like a cannon, and shooting rope after rope of semen onto their faces. Nearly an hour and a half of edging his way through one of the hottest sexual encounters of his life made this one of the greatest orgasms he had ever experienced and by the time he was done, the two of them were thoroughly coated. Daemon laid down on his back next to them and let his weary body rest.
“Daemon, sit up,” Margaery insisted, struggling to her feet and walking over to sit on his right while Desmera sat up gingerly on his left.
“Why?” Daemon said as he sat up.
Reaching over to her discarded purse, Margaery pulled out her phone and said, “I want a picture of the three of us.”
“Seriously?” Daemon asked in disbelief.
“Mmhmm,” Margaery replied. Giving him her best puppy-dog eyes, she added, “please?”
Puppy-dog eyes, it turned out, did not work terribly well with a face covered in semen, but Daemon saw no harm in indulging her anyway. Desmera leaned in close to him, as did Margaery, as she held out her phone, camera at the ready and adjusted it for a few moments before taking the picture. Even if their faces hadn’t been covered in his cum, it would have been obvious at a glance that they had just had sex. The three of them were soaked in sweat; their hair was a mess and they had a telltale afterglow about them. Daemon had no idea why Margaery had wanted this little keepsake and couldn’t help but ask.
“Is this something that you two do?” he asked.
“Nope,” Desmera replied, sounding even more exhausted than he was.
“No, though I might keep it,” Margaery said as she fiddled with her phone. “I just wanted something to send to Robb.”
“WHAT?” Daemon exclaimed, the tiredness leaving him instantly.
“Oh, relax, it’s timed to disappear soon enough,” Margaery said dismissively as she put her phone aside and laid down.
“Why in the world would you do that, even temporarily?” Daemon asked.
“It wouldn’t really be revenge if I didn’t send him proof,” Margaery replied. “Besides, he broke my heart and stole your girlfriend. We both have reason to want to mess with him.”
“And you agreed to this?” Daemon asked, looking at Desmera.
“The picture wasn’t planned,” she replied, shrugging, “but I don’t mind. It’s not like you could see anything.”
“Just the tops of our breasts and our cum-covered, very well-fucked-looking faces flanking your face,” Margaery said. “Are you really upset?”
“Honestly, not really,” Daemon said. He had been more shocked than anything.
He heard his phone ringing and walked over to his pants to pull it out. “Ah, the new phone’s working great, and I daresay he saw the picture. I haven’t heard from the prick in weeks.”
Tossing Margaery the phone, she caught it and grinned. Answering it, she had the presence of mind to hold it up to her ear without pressing it into the rapidly cooling semen.
“Hello, darling,” she said, grinning wickedly. “No, I’m afraid he can’t come to the phone right now; he and Mera are just starting round five.”
“Uh, uh, oh gods,” Desmera moaned loudly. “Oh, fuck, you’re so big!”
“Yes, I was taking a break to catch my breath. Can I take a message?” Margaery asked. “Oh, he hung up.”
Daemon sat down in his chair and stared at the two girls. Even despite everything, that didn’t make him feel good.
“Is there a shower in here big enough for three?” Margaery asked as she set his phone down.
Daemon shook his head, forcing his treacherous cousin out of his mind.
“We’d fit in mine, but I’m not up for much more than showering,” Daemon warned her.
“Daemon, I’m going to be limping for days as it is,” Margaery said. “I’ll look like my mum did last week when she pulled a muscle in her thigh.”
It took all of his willpower not to react to that at all.
“Even I’m exhausted,” Desmera said, getting to her feet shakily. “A shower sounds great just now.”
That decided, the three of them left his room, with Daemon grabbing towels for them that he would have to wash before his mum found them. As much as he didn’t like how Margaery had gotten revenge on her ex, he put it out of his mind and focused on the two absolute bombshells he had spent the day in bed with.