I have been quite determined to stay away from debauchery and hedonism in the journey of Molly, with the previous chapter being the ultimate climax of the story.
However, I did have many ideas about how the relationship between Jasmine and Molly would intermingle with Ally, and had to keep myself from indulging, thus steering away in the direction mentioned above.
For those of you who joined me in wanting to steer away from said debauchery and hedonism, please do not read on.
For those of you who would like to see the trials of Ally, as he fulfils his duties towards two early 20s women, please enjoy the story below.
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It took a while before life returned to any form of normality or routine. I had travelled up with Molly to remove her belongings from her former marital home. As I had sublet her little flat, she was unable to live there and had to rent a little apartment near her university.
Glenn had already told her that he wasn't going to make it easy for her to divorce him, initially refusing an annulment. I knew he wasn't an unreasonable guy, just a bit of a religious nut, so I went up to see him on my own. I didn't threaten him with violence,nor did I touch him, but when I advised him that his now ex-wife had set her mind against ever returning to him, he knew his own heart that once she had made her mind up, there was nothing he could do. He argued again, saying that the sacred sanctimony of marriage could not be broken in the eyes of the Lord once consummated.
Of course I couldn't tell him that I was the one who had actually deflowered Molly, so I had to think of something else to cut through this barrage of nonsense. I asked him, " Glenn, do you know how much Molly wishes to be a mother?"
"Yes, and as soon as she gets back here, we can start trying again."
You could say cruelly, I then reached into my pocket and produced the results from the private fertility clinic that Molly had sent his sample to. He said, "What on earth is this?"
"She had herself tested, and look all is fine."
Handing him the second set of results I said, "Glenn, these are your results. How can you impregnate your wife whenever you're firing blanks?"
His face then went ashen, and as he looked up, I genuinely thought he was going to take a swing at me, and I wouldn't have blamed him. As if this was the final thing that he was clinging onto, he folded the piece of paper, looked me dead in the eye and said, "I'll have my solicitor agree to the annulment, tomorrow."
Not much changed through the week, Molly stayed up in her flat for her university, but had decided that whenever she was turned loose upon the public in a hospital, it would be the one local to our family home. At weekends, however, that's when the fun started.
Despite now being almost 8 months pregnant, Jasmine was exceptionally horny, and we were still at it at least twice a day, before I went to work in the morning and then again at night. Fucking a heavily pregnant woman was intense, I could've sucked on her tits all day, as they had now grown to be a 34 C.
As her tummy had swollen, we had taken to enjoying either doggy style, or her lying on the edge of the bed with her legs up against my chest, and her orgasms had got to the point where she squirted every time we made love.
Molly and I had continued having sex, I had spent the night with her when we moved her into her new flat and christened every one of the four rooms. She had been insatiable, especially after my visit to Glenn, and her solicitor confirmed that he had agreed to the termination of their marriage. Not being her ovulation date there was no chance of pregnancy, however, this did not prohibit me from filling her up every time.
I thought my life could not get any better with two hot women wanting my semen. And then that first long weekend when Molly came down to visit us, an extended, public holiday one, changed my life forever.
We had went out for dinner at our local restaurant that Jasmine always liked. Molly, even broke with her lifelong vow not to drink, indulging in a single glass of white wine. In hindsight, it may have been for Dutch courage, who knows.
That evening we all went to bed about 11 o'clock. Jasmine and I were in our room and Molly in her own bedroom. As with my own normal routine, Jasmine and I made love. She didn't even try to be quiet as my rod pistoned in and out of her depths, as I lay behind her in spoons position, fucking her from behind and massaging her breasts and clitoris.
"Oh fuck there, oh fuck me right there! Is this how you fuck your sister?" She chanted in time with my thrusts up into her.
Jasmine was laying to my right, so as I was kissing her, and playing with her left breast as it bobbled and jiggled about, I was somewhat too distracted to see the door opening behind me. When I heard it closing, I turned to see Molly, dressed in a satin robe. I stopped pumping into Jasmine to look, she let it fall from her shoulders to reveal she wore nothing underneath and, after I had taken in her pert little teardrop tits, down to that little black triangle of fur that seemed to flick the switch from, "That's my Sister," to, "I must fuck that, immediately," I looked to Jasmine's eyes, almost belatedly asking for approval to look, as I felt Molly pull back the covers, and slip in to spoon me from behind.
I jumped, feeling her tits against my back and her furry little tuft against my ass. Molly started to reach across to where I was joined with Jasmine, holding me like a big, fleshy cigar between her two fingers and cupping Jasmine's vagina that heels me seated inside her. Then she ran her hand over my hip, feeling down between my ass crack and I spread my legs, allowing her to caress and fondle my balls.
