Cuckoo For Cock finale (Patreon)

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Spyke actually overslept the next day. After he’d come in Sophie’s mouth, she’d ‘cleaned him off,’ sucking him to another orgasm with Emma praising her initiative, encouraging Spyke to use her mouth as a hole, to practice for the pussies of the other four Cuckoos. After filling her belly with even more cum, Spyke had barely made it back to his room. He was amazed he made it into his bed.

And then, he didn’t wake up until he realized Sophie was on top of him, legs clamped tightly around him to hold him in place.

“What the hell!” he hissed, coming awake in distant second to the cock Sophie was riding. “Shit, girl, you at least put on some coffee?”

“You’re the coffee, babe,” she laughed. “We’re the cream.”

Spyke didn’t think she had any idea what cream was. He resolved to show her.

It was a while before he noticed the others lounging around his room, enjoying the show when they weren’t going through his things. It was Mindee who was the first to get really bored. She’d been expecting to go first. He was her boyfriend, after all. She should be sharing him with them, not the other way around. It was a tiny distinction, but very important.

Finally, she stripped her clothes off, approaching Spyke with such intensity that she drew all his attention from Sophie bouncing on top of him. His eyes bulged as he was reminded of Mindee’s beauty. She really reminded him of Emma, her tits smaller but better proportioned to a less fulsome body. He wondered if she planned on getting implants.

Still, he was unable to move, pinned down by Sophie’s wild lovemaking. Mindee came breathlessly closer. He was intensely aware of his throbbing cock. It felt too hard for Sophie’s soft cunt.

Mindee rolled her eyes at Sophie, sharing the look with Spyke as if wanting his agreement that Sophie was beyond hope, terminally uncool. Then she threw her leg over his head, straddling it. He was staring straight up into her cunt. It seemed unbelievable that it’d been less than a week since he’d had first it, than so many others to compare it to.

“As my boyfriend, you should know things about me,” Mindee said sweetly. “Like how much I like having my cunt eaten. I know you’re fucking Sophie, but since you’re not kissing her, would you mind? Would you mind eating me out?”

“I was going to kiss him,” Sophie griped.

Spyke ignored her as much as Mindee, his instincts taking over, driving him into Mindee’s sweet cunt. He seized her by the hips, Sophie moaning at the sight of his big hands around Mindee’s waist, and pulled her pussy tight against his mouth. Her scent, her taste, her arousal flooded his senses as his tongue broke into her slit like a dam bursting.

“You couldn’t just wait, could you?” Sophie crowed. She slid her arms around Mindee from behind, fondling Mindee’s big tits as she slid her cunt up and down on Spyke’s prick. “Fine! When it’s your turn, he’s going to have to eat me out!”

“You’re not going to be able to move by the time it’s my turn,” Mindee promised, and from the way Spyke’s hips bucked, Sophie feared she would be right.

Hoped she would be right.

Esme gaped at her two sisters straddling the boy’s naked body. Running a train on him was one thing, but this—God, this was an orgy. Stupid Ms. Frost, messing up their perfect distribution of his love among the five of them. This was anarchy. They might as well all jump into bed with him, let him finger a pair of them too. Hell, he had feet too, didn’t he?

Stupid Ms. Frost. It was her fault Esme was so turned on. She might as well have no inhibitions at all, since it didn’t matter anyway. With Sophie’s face lit up, her ass slamming up and down eagerly on that big, pussy-wet cock.

Mindee too. “That’s good boyfriend! I love the way you’re eating my pussy!” she whimpered ecstatically. “And I love the way you squeeze my tits!” She had her hands tightly over Sophie’s, pressing them even more roughly into her swollen breasts.

Her back arched, her hips grinding slowly on Spyke’s mouth. Esme could hear a wet sucking sound. Lips meeting cunt. Esme felt lightheaded. She felt hot. Her cunt might as well have been glowing. This definitely should count as Mindee’s turn. That would make it her turn next.

Sophie was bouncing higher and higher. She was almost done. Esme would be ready for that. She’d even help a little. That was what big sisters did.

Undressing, Esme moved to the bedside. Crouching beside Sophie, bringing her hand underneath that bounding ass. It was sweaty. Practically drenched.

“What are you doing?” Sophie gasped.

“Helping my little sister,” Esme said as she shoved her thumb into Sophie’s asshole.

“Aaaaaaah!” Sophie wailed, frightened by the sudden impalement of her virgin ass. She expected pain, but it never came. It just felt good. Very good. Especially when Esme moved it like Spyke’s cock was moving inside her cunt. “Oh, wow, you’re doing it! Sis, you’re making me come! Making me—“

Sophie came even harder than she had in the barn, but that was to be expected when she had the help of all four of her sisters. And Spyke’s cock filling her sex. And Esme’s knowing thumb working feverishly in her asshole.

The orgasm wrenched all her strength out of her and she slumped off of Spyke when her orgasm waned too much to hold her erect. Just as Esme had wanted. She helped her little sister to the floor, leaving Spyke’s big dick thrusting into open air. Still gleaming from Sophie’s cunt.

Esme wondered if she could make it any brighter.

“Maybe we should join in too,” Celeste suggested to Phoebe. She’d started touching herself.

“There’s no more room on the bed,” Phoebe replied. She’d started touching Celeste too.

“There’s always the floor…”

“But he doesn’t have any throw rugs!”

Esme didn’t hear them; unusual for a woman who held her authority so tightly. Btu she was interested in controlling something else now. She clambered onto Spyke’s cockhead, so wet she sunk down over it without a hitch. She stared dreamily off into space as she felt how full her cunt could be.

“Jesus!” Spyke barked into Mindee. He knew it was her by the taste, but that had to be Esme. She knew exactly how to take his cock. The two sisters fucked wildly above him, washing his body in pleasure—Esme sucking tightly at his shaft, lovely lush body taunting him from behind Mindee’s bare flank. Not that he could hold anything against Mindee when she tasted so damn sweet…

They came almost together. The sisters, not him. He didn’t want anything, even his own climax, to distract him from them embracing in sympathy over the hot rushes of mutual orgasm. It tortured them. It freed them. Mindee squirted into his mouth. Esme rode his cock until it bucked her off. He almost came half a dozen times. But he wanted to save it. All of it.

He left them orgasming on the bed as he rolled out from under them, finding Phoebe and Celeste on the floor, sixty-nining. Anything he had to say to them was in animalistic grunts as he exploded with hot cum. All over them, the two fucking wildly, excited by the heated seed suddenly sticking to their bodies. They rolled over in their stimulation, Celeste on top now.

Spyke came again, all over her back. Her heart surged, her blood burned. She ground her cunt into Phoebe’s mouth, crazy to get off like Spyke was doing. He toed her over, Phoebe on top again. Then he came once more.

Phoebe moaned as if she were being bullwhipped, her cunt sucking at Celeste’s tongue, spasms puling through her body, following the lashes of cum that landed across her flesh. Celeste was stunned by the strength of her sister’s orgasm. By the amount of semen that she felt when her hand roamed Phoebe’s back.

Spyke came again. This time from in front of them, pelting his scaling cum into Phoebe’s cunt, into Celeste’s face. Daggers of hot pleasure were stabbed into Celeste, twisting in her. She bled pleasure, all through her cunt, out of her body, it painted the walls. Her eyes rolled back in her head; whining into Phoebe’s seething sex, her own pussy full of agonized pleasure.

The scent of their mingled arousal and Spyke’s cum hung in the air, marking the fucking, grunting, writhing women. They squirmed against each other, growling like fighting dogs, teething each other’s pussies, cunts eating their tongues just as viciously. Their orgasms subsided. Their humping slowed. Spyke put his foot between their bodies and nudged them apart.

“Lick each other clean,” he said.

Confused, they looked to Esme on the bed.

She was still coming. But she nodded.

They could hardly move, barely make a sound other than moaning. But they lapped at each other’s naked bodies. Eating the fat gobs of cum off each other, even as it dripped off their numb lips. Phoebe felt like an animal. Celeste felt like a goddess. Heavy cum slid audibly down her throat. She thought of eating raw oysters. Phoebe thought of Spyke fucking her.

“Marry him,” Esme told Mindee before she, too, lost consciousness.

Now she knew why Ms. Frost had told them to share. Spyke was just too much for any one of them.