Driving home with the two nearly comatose women in the car was a more harrowing experience than I might've anticipated. I actually had to almost carry them one-by-one to the carâquite a feat considering we'd parked a few blocks away and there was also a series of onlookers to boot. I helped Amber to the car first and she waited for me to return while I went back for Sienna.
I acknowledged the potential danger of leaving her alone in the car in a less-than-safe neighborhood in her compromised stateâbut also acknowledged the excitement I felt at the thought of someone actually trying something. I knew that whatever part of Amber's consciousness remained intact would be more than open to being 'taken advantage of' by an opportunistic passerby. I let the fantasies of coming back to find Amber bobbing her head on a stranger's cock fill my mind as I made the walk back to Kevin's house.
Once there I shouldn't have been surprised to find Kevin humping away. Sienna was hunched over, drooling uncontrollably with wandering, unfocused eyes, while Kevin humped her from behind. He had both arms around her waist, holding her up as he sprinted for the finish line. In truth, I didn't blame him at all. After watching back-to-back fuck-fests take place in his living room it was only natural for him to want to relieve himself.
He smiled sheepishly at me as I stepped in and gave a begrudging nod which prompted him to continue. I didn't really care one way or another, this was part of the price we had agreed to pay, but I was ready to be home. I resisted the urge to tap my foot in a display of building impatience as Kevin continued plumbing the depths of my daughter's absolutely brutalized cunt and thanked my lucky stars as I noticed his breathing become ragged.
A few subdued moans later and it was over. I walked over and took Sienna in my arms, which allowed Kevin to release her safely and subsequently allow his cock to slip from her. I looked down to see a few fresh globs of cum drip noisily from between her legs and plop onto the floor unceremoniously. I resisted the urge to kneel down and peer up her skirt to appreciate what must have been an incredible sight and relented to my desire to be headed home at long last.
I didn't even bother trying to stabilize herâshe was too far goneâI just scooped her up as I had done before with one arm under her knees and the other under her shoulders and carried her out the door. I angled her strategically, so her head rested on my shoulder instead of drooping uncomfortably. Unfortunately, I had never gotten to hold her as a baby, but this was a pretty damn close second.
I was only a little bit disappointed when I returned to the car to find Amber sitting in the passenger seat undisturbed and nodding off alone. I tucked Sienna into the back seat and clasped her seat-belt, giving her a soft kiss on the forehead before closing the door. After seating myself behind the steering wheel and clasping my own belt I peered over at Amber lovingly.
She was completely unaware of my very existence. I could have been anyone and it wouldn't have mattered at all to herâgiven her current state. Even still, I felt indescribably close to her in that moment after everything we'd just been through. I leaned over and kissed her drooping lips, suckling a drop of her stupor-induced drool into my mouth an enjoying the perpetual ashiness of its essence.
Once we'd begun driving home, I became intently aware of the optics of my particular circumstance. An otherwise humdrum drive became more anxiety inducing than I was anticipating as I imagined what kind of conversation would arise between me and a cop if I were to get pulled over. I set the cruise control to 2MPH under the speed limit and scanned any cars that came into view for indications of them being law enforcement as I put 'tinted windows' on the list of 'must-have' items in my mind.
Pulling into the driveway brought with it a heavy sigh of relief and luckily a slightly more alert Amber. She was able to help Sienna as we tried to enter the home as inconspicuously as possible without alerting any rubbernecking neighbors in our quiet little pocket of suburbia.
Finally, the door closed behind us and we were able to retire to relative privacy of our bedroom. There were no longer any attempts at drawing a distinction between 'Sienna's' room and the master bedroom I shared with Amber. It was now
our
bedroomâthe incestuous love-triangle and my unforeseen role
in
âand beneficiary
ofâ
a polygamist lifestyle now fully established.
Amber and Sienna passed out expectedly the moment we'd reached the soft embrace of our bedding, leaving me to undress them down to appropriate sleepwear. Sienna hadn't been wearing panties and I finally had the pleasure of observing her leaky cunt once I'd slipped her skirt off. I proceeded to lick my lips as I removed her fishnet stockings. I gave in to my temptations and let her continue to sleep peacefully as I knelt between her legs.
Laying on my stomach with my feet off the edge of the bed, I appraised my meal. Her smoothly shaven pussy was now laid bare in front of me, the neatly tucked lips of her labia presenting a delicious appearance of youth and health despite her recent activities. I noticed the semi-dried drips of cum adhered to the skin below the entrance to her pussy and visually traced the slit of her cunt up towards her clit. As I did, I took note of the faintly 'glazed' appearance of her labia, and noticed that each and every inch of flesh was adorned with some whitish tint of cum.
I resisted the urge to poke my finger inside to see what gooey contents I was able to coax out and decided that my tongue would be a better tool for that particular job. My heart pounded in my chest as I scooted a little closer to prepare for my first sample, a mix of excitement and anxiety swirling in my stomach. I had never experienced any form of homosexual urge or attraction to another man, but there was something enticing about the 'dirtiness' and 'sluttiness' of a cum-filled cunt that turned me on.
I realized at some point that my attraction to 'bad girls' was not reserved for specific 'bad' habits or addictions, it included all manner of hedonistic pursuits. A slut and a junkie occupied similar spaces in the realm of my fantasies, both of them representing a woman who would recklessly and selfishly pursue pleasure at any cost. I loved the point at which a woman stopped doing something because it was part of a tradition or phase of lifeâlike partying, experimenting, or self-discoveryâand did it for themselves impulsively and unapologetically.
The point where she isn't drinking or getting high for 'fun' but because she's now identified herself with the substance and views its absence in her life as a missing piece of herself. The point where she isn't fucking around on her husband or sleeping around because she's horny or wants attention but because she's a 'slut' and on some level accepts that her sexual appetite is insatiable. The dirty, cum-filled cunt of a woman who is still hungering for more is a perfect, physical representation of that very ideal that I simply could not resist tasting it at that moment.
I leaned in the remained few inches and lightly licked the length of her slit, starting at the base and tracing all the way up to the fleshy expression of her clit. I paused there, taking it into my mouth and rolling the hardened bit of pink flesh between my lips and suckling it. Sienna only barely reactedâan almost imperceptible ripple of reaction flashing through her muscles involuntarily before being swallowed up by the combined might of opiates and exhaustion.
She would not awaken at any point of thisâI was now quite certain of that.
And while I was somewhat disappointed at not being able to coax her toward yet another orgasm that she no doubt would have been gracious to accept, I let that disappointment fade as I turned my attention back to the main course.
Releasing the hood of her clitoris I began licking more intently along the length of her labia and briefly dipping the tip of my tongue into her vaginal opening as I reached the base of her pussy. I watched passively as the whitish glaze of cum began to soften and then disappear and only partially registered the reality of my having 'cleaned' her. My erection pressed painfully against the mattress as I angled my tongue toward the entrance to her vagina.
I pressed the tip of my flexed tongue into the warmth of Sienna's hole and allowed it to explore for a few moments before I fell into a rhythm of 'tongue fucking' her in earnest. I scooted even closer to allow myself more depth and stopped penetrating her and instead dug my tongue as deeply into her cunt as I could manage. I felt the base of my tongue strain as I swirled it around inside of her, lapping at her insides uninhibitedly.
I finally removed my tongue slowly and let the aching of its overextension subside as I analyzed the flavors I was experiencing. Nothing screamed out as being off-putting and I chalked it up to Sienna's youth and my own heightened sense of arousal blocking out anything that might've caused me to hesitate in continuing. I continued sucking, slurping, and tongue-spelunking until my cock yearned so painfully for release that it could no longer be ignored.
I adjusted my position on the bed to upright on my knees and quickly unbuttoned the fly to my jeans. I jerked the waistband of my boxers down and let my cock spring free, wrapping my hand around the shaft almost immediately. It really only took a few pumps before my orgasm was on the precipice of causing my third ejaculation of the day to rocket forth from my manhood.
I scanned my mind for what I was most interested in cumming in or on and decided to just spray Sienna down as totally as I could. I crab walked a few inches forward so I was between her legs, peering down at her sleeping and unaware of her role in this situationâalthough she no doubt would be aroused once I explained it to her when she awoke. I tried flexing my cock as I came in an attempt to shoot my seed all along her body and hopefully land a few splashes on her face.
My anatomy, however, didn't possess the requisite virility and my load was paltry in comparison to my ideals. I managed to get as high as her cleavage before the final 5-6 ejaculations pooled between her belly button and her crotch. There were certain realities about being a man in his mid-30's and experiencing his third orgasm of the day that just couldn't be helped.
I wiped the leaking head of my cock on Sienna's thigh, leaving a streak of sticky wetness in its wake. I finished undressing Amber and threw my shirt on the floor next to all the other clothes and joined my lovely fallen angels in peaceful slumber.
Transitioning back to work was a challenging experience. There were now so many things vying for attention in my mind that the tedium of my daily job for the last decade was finding it hard to break through. Not only was I intently aware of the amazing sensory experiences I was missing out on by being at work, but I was also now contending with my new role as sole guardian of two burgeoning junkies.
I had stuck to my rule that neither woman was permitted to be sober while I was around unless I granted itâbut I surprised myself by also making it clear that tolerance breaks and a slice of normal life was perfectly acceptable for the 8-10hrs each weekday that I would be gone. Secretly, I hoped they would heed my call for temperanceâif only so I could be there if an overdose or something were to occur. At the same time, I doubted heavily that either woman was interested in moderation at this stage of the game.
