Amelia winked, “Promise,” her cheeks coloring slightly.

  “Well, they say the deepest regrets are missed opportunities, but at my age I haven’t really collected many of those. I regret not telling mom what I saw in her and dad in my early teens, but it probably wouldn’t have worked back then to get them together as a true couple, while I was still growing up.

  “My greatest regret is…” I blushed, “Well, I may have taken on three guys in my freshman year, when a boyfriend asked me to entertain his friends too, so to speak? It was the first and last time I’ve had a sexual encounter with more than one man in it. It didn’t go well at all, though it was a lot of fun and made me hot while it was happening, the fallout wasn’t good. The ending of that relationship was rather messy. I like to be used, but not disrespected, or seen as less than a person when it’s over, you know?”

  Amelia nodded, “I totally get that, yes. It’s rather central to my own miserable love life and history, actually. I get it though, that’s when you learned alpha men don’t share unless they truly don’t care about the woman.”

  I smiled, “Exactly.”

  She said, “My greatest regret was staying in an abusive and dysfunctional relationship for six months before wising up, realizing it wasn’t worth the cost to my dignity and self-esteem. He was a horrid man, but he made me scream in bed in a way I never had before.”

  I bit my lip, “So you stayed for the sex?”

  She nodded, “Yes, I hadn’t had much luck that way before, had trouble reaching orgasm with every lover before him, and I swallowed my pride and demeaned myself for those earth-shattering orgasms. It was before I was a goddess, I was twenty at the time and in my junior year. It made me feel like a worthless whore, and not in a good way.”

  I giggled at that last.

  She blushed, “So PDA?”

  I chuckled, “Holding hands, a chaste kiss. Anything deeper than that needs privacy, if only an illusion spell or cloaking.”

  She laughed, “That’s how I see it too.”

  I nodded, “I think the only willing exhibitionist among us is Vicki, but it’s just her mantel not a kink, and she’ll follow our lead. Greatest mistake that led to a life lesson?”

  She waved, “Same story, my self-respect isn’t worth transient pleasure, no matter how amazing, is what I learned from that. But I suppose I could tell you my second greatest mistake instead because I feel like I just cheated my way out of opening up, let’s see. Interfering in the relationships of family. I told my cousin that her boyfriend was fucking around on her, and that he had made a pass at me at a party she hadn’t been at, after fucking another woman, if you can believe it.

  “The lesson I learned there is love is blind. I wasn’t particularly close to her, but she was a family member and someone I had fun with a few times a year at family gatherings. She didn’t believe me, and he turned it around and said I’d hit on him, and that I was just lying to cover up my own sluttiness. And my cousin believed him. She married the bastard, and he’s still fucking every woman that will let him twenty-five years later, including his thirty something administrative assistant. We don’t talk, she still hates me and thinks I’m a lying slut that was willing to destroy her life to cover up my own weakness. Like that even makes sense? So, a lifetime relationship with a family member, poisoned by my mistake made with good intentions.

  “So, a lesson that love is blind, perception trumps reality, and people see only what they want to see in others. I learned a lot from that, including not getting involved in a family member’s love life no matter how toxic.”

  I winked, “I’m perfect.”

  She snickered, “No mistakes or life lessons?”

  I giggled, “Well, I think I’d pick the same answer too, in learning that truth about males. But my second is similar to yours, if a bit non-specific because it was a lot of little mistakes of the same kind. My father calls it my demi-goddess intuition. I used to, mostly in grade school and in junior high, share my insights into others. Deep insights, that it’d take a trained psychologist several sessions to plumb.

  “Let’s just say I learned that people don’t want to know that much truth about their friends, boyfriends, girlfriends, teachers, and parents. I mean, for example, I told my friend Violet that her dad was creepy when I was eight. That ended that relationship fast. So I tend to keep it to myself now, unless it’s truly relevant and safe to do so, like making my mom submit to dad like she’s been wanting to do for so many years.”

  She grinned playfully, “So, what do you see in me?”

  I laughed, and then splashed her with a playful flick of my fingers on the bubbling surface of the water.

  She giggled, “Seriously, I can take it.”

  “Not much of a life lesson, if I immediately break it after sharing it. Besides, I already kind of told you, sweetness. You’re sweet, caring, principled, graceful, and poised. The shallow stuff is obvious, and I don’t need my intuition to explain that,” I winked, “But I also see your hunger. Your desire for more, your need to love and be loved, and that you desperately want this to work. That you want to fall for us, and to join in on our naughty play. To belong, to all of us, in love, family, and with the promise of the future.”

  She blushed furiously, “Oh, I guess I asked for it, huh.”

  I giggled, “You did. It’s also not that dangerous to share when you’re telling someone else about them, it’s telling them about others in their life that got me into trouble. No one wants to hear that Uncle Joe wants to pound their mom instead of his wife and their aunt. Plus, a lot of that is obvious and easily discerned through inference if I couldn’t see it plain as day in you, otherwise you wouldn’t be here with me now, in this tub, getting to know each other.”

  She smiled, “True.”

  I’d given her enough to think about, but I slid across the tub, and caressed her face, then stole a chaste kiss. Gods, her warm hazel eyes were so sexy, and she seemed as mesmerized with mine as the moment hung there, then I smiled and got out.

  When she got out, I used my beauty power to put her back in her dress, as well as dry her off and make her perfect, even as I did it with me.

  She smiled, “That’s really convenient.”

  I said, “And we look amazing.”

  She giggled, “True.”

  Chapter Five

  Gary

  “Angels don’t have naughty cock-pleasing tits, cum-supply.”

  I moaned, she might have a point. The luxurious hot, silken, and doughy soft supple skin wrapped so tightly around my sliding cock was a pleasure I was lost in at the moment. Working my cock through the deliciously tight triple D cups being squeezed together so firmly by Vicki for my pleasure was mind-blowing, as well as being visually stimulating as I stared deeply into her wickedly bright blue eyes.

  “You really don’t like my pet name for you, do you?” I asked breathily, as I stroked my cock through the valley of her tits, the luxurious waves of pleasure amazing.

  She said, “Would an angel beg you with her eyes to fuck her tits hard and nut on her face? That’s just false advertising. I really want it too, to feel your hot cum burn my skin, as I scoop it up and suck it into my mouth.”

  I laughed, and actually lost my rhythm for a second, “But you have the face of an angel, angel. Maybe you’re just a very naughty angel, a fallen angel due to her lustful needs.”

  She pinched her nipples and squeezed her vast tits even harder around my cock, letting out a wanton gasp and wicked sigh of pleasure. The silky smooth grip on my cock milking me deliciously as I pulled back, then thrust forward to watch my cockhead peak out from those tremendous mounds of soft and supple sexy flesh.

  She said, “Naughty angel has possibilities, but you could just call me a cum-slut.”

  I snickered, “You’re my angel, holding those tits so tight for my pleasure.”

  She giggled, “It feels really good, I love your fat and hot cock sliding between my tits.”

  “Do you have a degradation kink?”

  She smirked, “I have an everything kink, Gary. I am the goddess of lascivious parties, where an orgy is… was, a normal night for me. I much prefer this, belonging to you, being respected, but I’m not an angel.”

  I grinned, “You’re my angel.”

  She sighed, “Just shut up, fuck my tits, and nut on my face, please?”

  I snickered, and I started to drive my cock hard and fast through her luxurious flesh, which had her breathing heavy and wildly for me.

  “Naughty angel, slut angel, but still my angel. So good, fucking your naughty tits.”

  She said, “So good, pleasuring your cock with my naughty tits. Stop making love to them, and fuck them already,” she demanded.

  I growled, stopped just going fast, and I started to really plow through her tits forcefully. I should’ve known she’d want it rough, she was the only one that really liked her breasts abused and mauled, though Natasha’s double Ds were a close second that way.

  Her mountainous breasts were shaking and wriggling madly each time I plowed into them, her hands holding them relatively still and mashed together as she pinched and pulled her nipples hard, but they still jiggled in delightful ways in the bottom of my vision, while I stared into her eyes and owned her with them.

  She sighed dreamily, and looked lustfully up into my eyes, “That’s it, take them. They belong to your cock now, and they need to be punished. Eager twin pain-sluts for your sticky seed.”

  She bowed her head forward raising it up off the pillow, and she started to lick the head of my cock each time I slid the sensitive tip and my shaft through her sumptuously plump and lavish bust. All while staring up at me excitedly and lustfully through her eyelashes.

  She panted, “That’s it. I’m going to cum so hard for you, when you nut in my face.”

  I grunted, “Fuck, angel.”

  She giggled naughtily, breathlessly, “Does that turn you on, cumming for you when you claim my angelic face with your defiling seed?”

  The sensations of pleasure were mind-blowing, so very soft and hot around me, so tight for me. It wasn’t my first time fucking her tits, but that time she’d had two goddesses sucking on them and holding them together, apparently assuming that was part of why she’d orgasmed from it wasn’t the true answer.

  “You are so sexy.”

  She bit her lip, and begged me with her eyes, while she said, “That’s it, I love that look in your eyes, claim your slut’s tits. My body is yours to abuse, cover in cum, and fill with cum. I love cum. On my face, all over my tits, and in my body. The look of stern awe in your eyes makes me feel so hot, so owned. Do it, cum for me, claim me with your seed. Defile this body often and vigorously.”

  I grunted, then roared my pleasure, and I was still shocked when her whole body bucked and started to tremble, as my first rope of thick sticky cum slapped into her face just below her left eye. The second shot hit her lip and chin, and the third painted a necklace on her neck. The rest of them went all over her tits, as I pulled out and started to wank to milk more out and rub my sensitive head on her nipples.

  All while she twitched, trembled, and squirmed under me in pleasure, her eyes wide with ecstasy.

  She started to moan wantonly and lick, suck, and swallow it all up, gathering it on her fingertips from the places her tongue couldn’t reach. It was hot, and the visual stimulation of it kept me rock hard.

  She begged, “Slap my sticky nipples.”

  I slapped them with my cock, which had her moaning and squirming beneath me, it was a little kinky but hot as hell, as she was truly into it. My angel was naughtier than I’d imagined.

  I flipped her body over and manhandled her into the doggie style position, making sure we were facing the long and wide mirror over the dresser. So I could not only enjoy the view of her wildly shaking and vibrating bubbled ass when I pounded home, but also look into her eyes while I watched her pendulous breasts shake and jiggle wildly as well.

  She looked up into my eyes as I fisted and pulled back firmly on her dark golden blonde hair, and I let out a hiss of pleasure as I slid my cock into her molten depths. So tight and hot for me, so silky and snug as I slid into her wanton pussy.

  I spanked her hard with my other hand to make her clench tightly around me, then squeezed her lavishly bubbled ass as I popped my thumb into her tight little asshole. All three of them absolutely loved that, double penetration with a thumb in their asses.

  I started to churn my thumb while drilling deep, in the same fast and hard rhythm and it had her panting and crying out for me already. Wild and breathless, as she started to buck back against me, claiming more and more of my cock within the depths of her molten paradise.

  Then our bodies slammed together, and I drew in a shaky and wild breath of my own as I watched her wildly bouncing breasts start to sway alluringly.

  Her body worked mine, she was constantly gyrating, changing the angle, churning her pussy around my cock while slightly twerking her hips to milk me, squeezing, releasing, grasping and milking me, sending potent waves of pleasure through my body. Working me for my pleasure.

  She begged, “Harder.”

  I started to drill into her, as she threw her body back against me with wanton abandon, meeting my every thrust with her rocking body, all while I churned her asshole with my thumb and enjoyed the view of her luxurious bubbled ass and triple D heart shaped tits bouncing and jiggling riotously.

  She cried out, “Gary! Yes, fuck me! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!” then broke off in a keening gasp, and started to splinter apart around my pounding cock as I ravished both her holes at once. Her sphincter locked so tightly around my thumb, I couldn’t move it, but I could churn it, and the sensations of her quivering and convulsing hot flesh was amazing. The euphoria suffusing my body, building up in pressure and intensity as she keened my name.

  She rolled right into a second orgasm, and then a third, rippling and milking me, clenching and gripping me, and making it so good for me.

  It was overwhelming, wild, and mind-blowing, but I’d just cum all over her face and tits, and I had plenty of staying power as I plowed her with everything I had, to launch her fourth and fifth orgasm. She was so hot, cumming for me while meeting my eyes through the mirror, my own pleasure and lust soaring to new levels of blissful euphoria and heavenly rapture.

  Then her sixth orgasm hit like a tornado touching ground. All of her orgasms had been powerful, splintering apart for me in orgasmic ecstasy, but that time she squirted and soaked my middle, balls, and inner thighs, and her pussy was a carnal furnace around my sensitive cock as she howled, quaked, and bucked wildly in ecstasy.

  It was too much, and I roared my pleasure for the second time, as I filled her burning cunt with the bounty of my ecstatic pleasure. She worked hard for my cum, milking me with twitches and sloppy as hell grinds even in the midst of her own ground shaking orgasm.

  Which rolled her straight into number seven. She came so hard she collapsed, shortly after I finished pumping my seed into her cum-starved paradise.

  I collapsed next to her, totally satiated and buzzing on endorphins, and I felt a bit bemused as she took my hand and then sucked my thumb clean of her ass juices while moaning with wicked enjoyment.

  She was insatiable, but at least I’d put the wildfires out. She let out a sigh of contentment as she snuggled into my side, and I held her firmly against me.

  “Naughty or slutty angel works for me.”

  I grinned, “Noted. Just assume both if I call you angel.”

  She giggled, “That works, I guess. It’s hotter to hear it though.”

  I kissed her lingeringly, languidly, and she let out a sweet sigh as it broke.

  “I’ll keep that in mind. So, is this working for you?”

  She tilted her head, “For my needs you mean? Yes. I also like the way you look at me, the others too. How about you?”

  I chuckled, “You’re overwhelming, angel. In a good way. I’m a lucky man.”

  She giggled, “Three hot sluts, nine holes and two sets of huge tits, no waiting?”

  I snorted, “That too. I mean, that’s fantastic, and you all like my overbearing ways, but it’s already deeper than that, isn’t it?”

  She whispered, “Terrifyingly so, all my hopes and dreams. It’s also a little intimidating at times. I mean, Natasha and Amelia if she joins us, are a set of very classy sluts. You’re all rich too. You and Amelia are multi-millionaires, and Natasha and Mandy billionaires. Sometimes I wonder what you all see in me. I’m more than just the dirty slut I am in bed, but… I feel like a blue-collar goddess trying to hang around gods that are like, white collar board members.”

  I chuckled and held her tighter, “Money’s not important.”

  She blinked, “Says the rich person that never got gangbanged at a bachelor party to pay his rent… not that I wouldn’t have done it anyway.”

  Ouch. She was obviously more worried about the disparity than I first thought.

  “Of course it’s important to live, everyone needs money to survive. What I meant was it doesn’t have a bearing on a person’s worth or value, emotionally, physically, or intellectually, in a relationship. Unless money is a problem or something to argue over, and obviously money problems won’t be an issue in our family.”

  She sighed, “That’s valid enough. I guess what I’m really worried about is you’ll all one day figure out you don’t need me. Any of you can direct the help and keep us in alcohol, and finding a fun place to party takes five seconds, an imagination, and google.”

  I shook my head, “It’s more than that. You’ll keep us engaged and together, even as our work interests pulls us in different directions, even if we’ll be helping each other out. You’ll enrich is, it isn’t about need. I’d be happy with any one of you, but all of us together will make it that much more amazing, on all levels. If a bit more complicated. Natasha can explain it better than me.”

  She smiled, “Time will calm my fears, if nothing else. Women have a tendency to worry you know, and as I’ve said before, this family thing with all of you is the resurrection of my hopes and dreams as a woman that I had long given up on them because of my mantel. It’s… a lot.”