~~~ Monday ~~~
After the girls were showered, dressed, and off to work & cheer practice, I picked up the towels from the front room, started the laundry, and worked to get a few stains off of the sex-marked sofa. We should probably invest in furniture covers.
That night, Wife #2 and I went to the football game to watch Wife #1 flash her panties to all of the spectators in the stands. I knew what half-time show I really wanted to be a part of – but I had to content myself with watching some tumbling and listening to some cheers. The marching band wasn’t bad either.
When we got home, I cuddled with my mother-in-law while her daughter climbed onto me, still wearing her uniform. She pulled her panties to the side and stuffed my megaphone up her cheer-twat.
Kelsey rolled onto my right hand and I fingered her as her daughter fucked herself on my cock. I made out with both of them as Kasey rode me through two orgasms before I exploded inside of her. My MILF-wife came all over my hand a few seconds later.
~~~ Tuesday ~~~
I mowed & trimmed all three yards and then headed to Pop’s for my shift. I ended up having several deliveries and made some decent tips. By the time I got home, the two of them were cuddled together in the bed. I snuggled in behind Wife #2’s amazing ass and shut off the light.
~~~ Wednesday ~~~
The girls decided that, while we were waiting for the results of our first baby-making marathon, they would take turns having sex. I was a little relieved. They were wearing me out. Honestly, I didn’t expect it to last. They were both insatiable.
Since Kasey had gotten fucked after the football game, it was Kelsey’s turn. We headed to her room to spend our time together and would join Kasey, in her room, when we were done.
I crawled between her knees and started nibbling my way north, taking my time. She was growling at me by the time I got from her taint to her clit. She was begging me to plug her in for a recharge by the time I got to her belly button. She growled at me as I assaulted her lips and finally shoved my cock inside of her.
I hung onto her ass-cheeks and held her knees open with my arms as I pistoned in & out of her tight twat, eliciting moans and mewling. She came once and I slowed down long enough for her to finish – then sped up to hurry her towards the next climax. I warned her that this was the end for me, telling her that her naughty pussy was wrenching a powerful load from my testes.
After several more minutes of shoving my anxious prick in & out of her creamy center, her vaginal muscles trembled and twisted, and I pushed in deep and flooded her with baby-batter.
When we were done, we cuddled for a bit and then joined my other wife in her bed. She was still wrapping up homework that she hadn’t gotten done due to all of us trying to stuff too many things into too few hours, too many days in a row. Kasey put her things away, gave us both kisses, and we snuggled together to fall asleep.
~~~ Thursday ~~~
I got back late from Pop’s again. I was already half-asleep. I filled one of my wives’ pussies (I’m really not sure which one) with man-cream and went to the kitchen table to try to get my homework done before crawling into bed to pass out.
~~~ Friday ~~~
It was another record-breaking night for deliveries at Pop’s. I was glad we were doing so well, but I was seriously trying to decide if I was going to have to tell Mack to find somebody else. I didn’t really want to do that – and I could definitely use the money – but the hours were killing me right now.
Halfway through the night, I got a delivery for Kasey’s grandma’s house – and it wasn’t the triple-olive special. Mack shook his head at me as I carried the pie out. My video glasses were still in the car. The battery was low so I plugged them into the charger to see what I could add to it before I got to her house.
When the bitter hag opened the door, I said, “Pop’s Pizza. Medium sausage & pepperoni. $20”
“It was cheaper last time,” she complained.
I nodded and said nothing.
She fished out the bill and held it in her clenched talons. Apparently, the ancient Sphinx had a riddle for the man before we could proceed with the quest. Yeah, big surprise!
“Did you and Kasey move?”
I nodded and said nothing.
“When can I see my granddaughter again?”
I stared at her like she was bat-shit crazy. I wasn’t really sure how crazy bat-shit was – but that always seemed to be the current rate of exchange for insanity – and this woman had it in spades.
She didn’t want to see her granddaughter; she wanted to be nosey. I wasn’t even sure what she hoped to gain anymore. Kasey was, now, financially independent of the old witch. In less than four weeks, we would break all ties to #24, and that should be the end of things.
“Have you tried texting her or calling?” I asked.
The last time we’d gone to Benny’s, I had said something to Paul about Kasey’s grandma bugging her. He’d sent her the APK for an off-market app that filtered her incoming calls. If a number was in her ‘no-no list’, the app would forward the call to a randomly generated number.
“I keep getting wrong numbers,” granny reported.
“Hmm. You double-checked the number?” I asked, as if I gave a flying fuck.
“Of course.”
“I’m not sure, then, maybe talk to your service provider.”
“They’re all idiots,” she complained. “They checked the number and said it was fine.”
“Yeah, I’m not too good with that technical stuff. Sorry.” (Not sorry.)
Having, apparently, exhausted her list of premeditated questions, she relinquished the money – and I handed over the pie.
When I got back to Pop’s, and clocked out, Mack asked me how it went. I looked all over my body, like a Stormtrooper checking their armor for blaster-fire scorch-marks following an intense shootout. Finding none, I looked up at him, and shrugged my shoulders. He laughed.
When I got home, I told Kasey, “Your grandmother ordered a pizza – and she tipped me.”
“No fucking way!” she shot back.
“She doesn’t know she tipped me,” I admitted. “I charged her $20 for a $17 pizza.”
She laughed and pulled me in for a kiss.
“By the way,” I told her, “Paul’s app must be working. She said her last call went to some guy in Hawaii who was a little upset at being woken up in the middle of the night.”
“She told you that?”
“No, but it’s only a matter of time. She said she keeps calling you and getting wrong numbers.”
“You’re evil,” she said, laughing.
I made a finger-gun and pointed it into the air.
“Alright, this is a stick-up! Give me some pussy and nobody gets hurt.”
She grinned, clasped her palms to her cheeks, in mock surprise, and gasped, “Oh, no! It’s the pussy bandit.”
“I’ll save you!” her mother yelled from the other room. When she came running in, she was completely naked.
In the end, I got two pussies – one on my cock and one on my face – and nobody got hurt. Although, there were reports that several shots were fired before everything calmed down.