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**Chapter 236**

Satisfied with Sandra, I moved on to Martha next.

Martha waited eagerly, mouth hanging open and ready to accept me. The moment I rested my cock on her tongue, she closed her lips around it and began applying a terrifying suction that forced a grunt of pleasure out of my throat.

“No… Martha…” It took considerable resolve to stop her. “Do it just like Sandra.”

Martha looked as though she had been asked to sacrifice her favorite candy, yet she still nodded like a good child and opened her mouth again, making things a little easier for me—or so I thought as I pushed forward into her tight throat.

I may have spoken too soon about it being easier.

As expected, Martha was simply the best at anything related to sex. Her throat was tight, that much I would not deny, but inside it felt like a living thing, stroking my cock from the head down to the middle with the clear intention of swallowing it whole.

“Ugh!!”

I was already on the verge of cumming. Martha’s throat wriggled and contracted around the half of my length that had entered her, and there was no sign of struggle on her face—only the focused desire to make me finish as quickly as possible.

No… perhaps making me cum was not even her conscious goal. She was simply performing her favorite activity for her favorite brother.

Damn.

I had to pull out, or I would have finished in a single stroke. Looking at her—mouth still open, saliva dripping down her chin and onto her thighs—she appeared so innocent. Yet for some reason I could almost imagine a small, mocking grin on her face, reminding me of my loss.

It was not a pleasant feeling for a man, but damn if it did not turn me on. Being played with by the mouth of a tiny brat capable of such big things.

Anyway, I finally pushed back in, steeling my resolve to hold on as long as possible, and began fucking Martha’s small throat almost immediately. It was a miracle that her tiny throat never gagged once around my thick girth.

That was pure talent. Even Elara, with all her power, was nothing compared to her in this regard.

I was no better. I was already close to finishing after only a few seconds, and Martha did not even appear to be trying, let alone struggling.

In the end, the inevitable happened. I came inside Martha’s throat, my semen shooting straight into her stomach without the slightest resistance from her. She even continued wriggling and tightening around the head of my cock as I emptied myself, leaving me able only to release helpless groans of pleasure.

“Haa… Haa…”

I pulled out and panted like a man whose life had just been sucked out of him. Martha simply smiled up at me and said in an innocent tone, “I loved it, Jack. It was delicious as always.”

The same response as Sandra’s—only Martha was not gasping for air. She was the one making me gasp instead.

Damn. Is this what real talent looks like?

Moving on to the next person, I almost ran to her for several reasons. This was the part of the night I had anticipated most.

Having my lovely mother and wife take me into her throat.

Rayla waited obediently, mouth open and tongue extended.

I activated the State of Completion. My cock immediately returned to full hardness, standing rigid and throbbing in anticipation of what was about to come.

Just as I had done with my sisters, I gently tapped the head against Rayla’s tongue a few times before using it as a slide to enter her mouth.

“Gulp!”

Rayla made an involuntary sound as my cock pushed inward and touched the back of her throat. She was not like Martha, so of course she struggled.

But her struggle was mild. This was not her first time, even if it had never been quite this extreme before.

Rayla’s throat was different from the other two. Sandra’s had been soft yet resistant. Martha’s had been accommodating and actively wriggling. Both had been amazing in their own ways, both tight.

Rayla’s was different. She was softer, and there was almost no resistance. Her throat moved slightly, more from instinct than from Martha’s deliberate technique.

It felt snug, like a mother’s embrace. I could think of no better way to describe it.

Beyond the physical sensation, the visual pleasure added another layer. Looking down at a full, busty woman like her, her heavy, round breasts brushing against my thighs with every movement, pushed my pleasure to extreme heights. It was a sensation any man would find difficult to rival.

I had to apologize to Martha, but so far Rayla remained my favorite. To prove it, I came down her throat with a loud grunt.

“Kugh!”

“Gulp!”

“Gulp!”

Rayla swallowed the moment it entered her throat, tightening the muscles around my sensitive head as she did so.

It was torture—and I loved every nanosecond of it.

Alas, all good things eventually end. I pulled my softening cock free and looked down at the three women of different ages still kneeling before me, mouths open and tongues extended even though they knew I was finished.

I could not help smiling in satisfaction.

Could there be anything else I truly needed in this life?

The practical answer was “more,” but as far as pure pleasure was concerned, I would have been content to loop this single moment forever and die happy when the time came.

“Now, my wives. Get on the bed. On all fours.”

The words had barely left my mouth before Martha sprang to her feet and ran for the bed. She climbed onto the edge and immediately pushed her generous ass out toward me.

The other two followed, giggling at Martha’s childish eagerness—if one could still call it childish.

This new arrangement, which I had not even directed, was no less spectacular than the last. Looking at their asses pointed toward me—plump, round, and of varying sizes—I closed my eyes for a moment simply to brace myself.

It was intoxicating. Simply intoxicating. No other word was needed.

Stepping forward, I began with Martha this time. I was still saving Rayla for last, because she was the finest bite of the night.

That did not mean the other two were any less desirable.

Instead of removing the satin panties that came with the lingerie, I went straight for their pussies, burying my face against each one in turn and inhaling their scents.

Martha’s strawberry fragrance filled my nostrils—a small explosion of summer that made me crave more of her with every breath.

“Hn~”

Martha added a soft moan, most likely because she knew I enjoyed the sound more than because she was already feeling strong pleasure.

I moved to Sandra next. Her kiwi scent flowed into me at once—bright, zesty, and refreshing, like a brief tropical vacation in fruit form.

“Mm~”

Sandra let out a quiet gasp as well, though she was probably only copying Martha, since I was doing nothing more than smelling them for now.

Finally I moved to the main course. Burying my face against Rayla’s sexy snatch, I was met with an immediate explosion of freshness.

Her watermelon-scented fragrance flooded my senses, bringing pure joy. It felt like a big, juicy burst that somehow combined the satisfaction of a cold drink and ripe fruit at the same time.

Damn. That one alone left me feeling refreshed.

Pulling back, I returned to Martha. Now that the smelling was finished, it was time to truly savor what was in front of me.

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