Chapter 179: Continuous Fucking

The last pulses of semen slid down Cherry’s throat as her body kept shaking against the floor. Her mouth stayed locked around me, throat working in small, helpless swallows while her thighs trembled and more clear fluid dripped from her slit onto the already soaked tiles. Linda watched from a few feet away, one hand still between her own legs, fingers barely moving. Her breathing had steadied, but her eyes stayed fixed on her daughter’s stretched lips and the wet shine coating her chin.

I eased my grip in Cherry’s hair and let her pull back. A thin string of saliva and cum connected her lower lip to the head of my cock before it broke. She coughed once, soft and wet, then wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Her silver panties were still bunched at her knees, the fabric dark and clinging. She stayed on her knees, looking up at me, cheeks flushed deep pink, waiting.

"Clean her up," I said, voice low.

Linda pushed herself upright on shaky arms. She crawled the short distance to her daughter, the light towel she had thrown on earlier hanging open. When she reached Cherry she leaned in without hesitation and licked the mess from her chin and the corner of her mouth. Cherry’s breath hitched. Her hands rested on her own thighs, fingers digging in as her mother’s tongue moved slowly over her skin. Linda’s free hand slid between Cherry’s legs, two fingers parting the slick folds and gathering what was still leaking out. She brought those fingers to her own mouth and sucked them clean, eyes half closed.

I watched them for a moment, then tucked myself back into my pants. The hallway was quiet except for the soft sounds of their mouths and the faint drip of fluid hitting the floor. Upstairs, the guest room door stayed shut. Angelica would be out for a while longer. The system had already told me the sleep would hold until morning unless I ended it early.

Linda finished and sat back on her heels. She glanced at the puddle she had left earlier, then at me.

"Master," she said quietly. "The guest... will she stay in that room the whole time?"

"For now." I stepped past them and headed toward the stairs. "Both of you clean this up. Then come upstairs. Bring towels."

Cherry moved first. She stood, pulled her panties back into place, and grabbed the dress she had dropped. Linda followed more slowly, still unsteady. They worked together without speaking, wiping the floor with the towels Linda had brought earlier. I didn’t stay to watch. I climbed the stairs and stopped outside the guest room door, listening. Nothing. I pushed it open a few inches. Angelica lay on her side under the thin blanket, breathing even, face calm. No sign she had stirred.

I closed the door again and walked to the end of the hallway where a narrow window overlooked the street. The city outside was still. I pulled up the system panel with a thought. Two active seals glowed under Linda and Cherry’s names. Both were still locked from earlier. The pleasure sensitivity link I had placed on them pulsed steadily. It would keep feeding them arousal for as long as I left it on. I considered turning it down. Then I left it.

Footsteps reached the top of the stairs. Linda and Cherry appeared, both in fresh towels, hair damp from a quick wash. They stopped a few steps away and waited.

"The guest is asleep," I said. "She won’t wake until morning. You two will take turns watching the door. If she tries to leave, stop her. Don’t hurt her."

Linda nodded. Cherry’s eyes flicked toward the closed door, then back to me.

"And us?" Cherry asked. Her voice was small.

I looked at her. The towel clung to the curve of her chest. Her nipples were still hard under the fabric.

"You’ll both stay close," I said. "If I call, you come. If I don’t, you wait. No touching yourselves unless I say so."

Linda’s fingers tightened on the edge of her towel. She didn’t argue. Cherry lowered her gaze.

I turned toward the master bedroom. "Linda, with me. Cherry, stay here until I tell you otherwise."

Cherry stayed where she was. Linda followed me into the larger room and closed the door behind her. The bed was still made. I sat on the edge and unbuttoned my shirt. She stood in front of me, towel knotted at her chest, waiting for the next order.

"Drop it," I said.

The towel fell. She stood naked, skin still flushed from earlier. Her thighs were clean now, but the faint shine between them hadn’t completely faded. I reached out and pulled her closer until she stood between my knees. My hands settled on her hips. She was warm.

"You came hard downstairs," I said. "Harder than you have in a while."

"Yes, master."

"You liked watching your daughter suck me."

Her breath caught. She nodded once.

I slid one hand between her legs. She was still wet. Not dripping the way she had been, but soft and open. Two fingers pushed in easily. She made a small sound and steadied herself with her hands on my shoulders. I moved them slowly, feeling the way her walls clenched and released.

"Tomorrow morning," I said, "you’re going to bring Angelica breakfast. You’ll smile. You’ll answer her questions if she has any. You’ll make her comfortable. And while you’re doing that, you’ll remember exactly how it felt when I told you to cum and you couldn’t stop."

Linda’s thighs tensed around my hand. Her nipples had tightened again. I kept the slow pace, watching her face.

"And if she asks about the two of you," I continued, "you’ll tell her whatever she wants to hear. Then you’ll come back here and tell me every word she said."

Her hips shifted, trying to take my fingers deeper. I held her still.

"Understand?"

"Yes, master."

I pulled my fingers out and brought them to her mouth. She sucked them clean without being told. Outside the door, the hallway stayed quiet. Cherry was still standing where I had left her. I could feel the link between us, the steady pulse of the sensitivity I had left running through both of them. It would keep building whether they touched themselves or not.

I stood and guided Linda onto the bed. She lay back, legs parting on their own. I stayed dressed and looked down at her.

"Stay like that until I come back," I said. "Don’t move."

She nodded, hands resting at her sides, eyes on me. I walked to the door and opened it. Cherry was still in the hallway, towel wrapped tight, eyes lowered. She looked up when she heard me.

"Your turn," I said.

Cherry stepped forward. Behind me, Linda stayed exactly where I had left her, thighs open, waiting. The guest room door at the far end of the hallway remained closed. I shut the bedroom door behind Cherry and locked it.

Outside, on the street below the window, a car slowed as it passed the house. Its headlights swept across the wall for a second, then moved on. Neither of them had noticed. I turned back to Cherry. She was already reaching for the knot of her towel.

Cherry’s fingers loosened the knot. The towel slipped from her shoulders and pooled at her feet. She stood naked in front of me, skin still warm from the earlier wash, the faint shine of residual wetness visible between her thighs. Her nipples had tightened in the cooler air of the room. She kept her eyes lowered, waiting.

I stepped closer and ran the back of my fingers down the center of her chest, over the soft swell of one breast, then lower until my palm rested against her lower stomach. She shivered. The sensitivity link I had left active pulsed under my touch. Her thighs pressed together for a second before she forced them apart again, remembering the order.

"On the bed," I said.

She climbed onto the mattress beside her mother. Linda had not moved. She still lay with her legs open, one arm resting across her stomach, eyes tracking every motion. Cherry settled on her knees between Linda’s spread thighs, facing me. The position put her ass toward her mother and her chest toward the headboard. She braced her hands on the sheets and looked back over her shoulder.

I undressed without hurry. When I was bare I moved onto the bed behind her. One hand settled on her hip. The other reached under her and found her slit already slick. Two fingers slid in easily. She made a small, choked sound and dropped her head. Linda watched the place where my fingers disappeared, her own breathing growing uneven.

I worked her slowly at first, feeling the way her walls gripped and released. Every time I curled my fingers she rocked back against my hand. The wet sound of it filled the quiet room. Linda’s hand had drifted down between her own legs. She was not touching herself yet, only resting her fingers against the outer lips, waiting for permission she had not been given.

"Forward," I told Cherry.

She lowered herself until her chest rested on the mattress and her ass stayed raised. I pulled my fingers free, lined myself up, and pushed in with one steady thrust. She was tight and hot and already soaked. Her back arched. A broken moan left her throat. Linda’s fingers finally moved, parting herself as she watched her daughter take me.

I set a slow pace, each stroke deep enough to make Cherry’s thighs shake. My hands stayed on her hips, controlling the depth. She tried to push back and I held her still, making her take only what I gave. The sensitivity link turned every drag of skin into something sharper. She was panting into the sheets, saliva wetting the fabric under her mouth.

Linda’s eyes stayed locked on the place we were joined. Her fingers circled her clit in small, careful motions, never quite enough to push herself over. She was following the rule. I reached forward, caught a handful of Cherry’s hair, and pulled her head up just enough that her mother could see her face. Cherry’s mouth was open, eyes half closed, expression already starting to slip.

The guest room door at the end of the hallway stayed shut. Angelica was still under. For now. I drove in harder. Cherry’s arms gave out. She collapsed fully onto the mattress, ass still raised, taking every stroke with a wet, helpless sound. Linda’s free hand had moved to her own breast, pinching one nipple as she watched.

I felt the first real clench around me and slowed instead of speeding up. Cherry whined, high and desperate. Outside the locked bedroom door, the floorboard in the hallway creaked once. Someone had come upstairs. The sound was light, almost careful. Cherry did not hear it. Linda’s head turned toward the door. Her fingers stilled. I kept moving inside Cherry, one hand still fisted in her hair, and waited to see if the handle would turn.