Lady Rebecca checked out the preparations and surveyed the snacks. She wanted everything perfect for her son's 18th birthday. Not only was Wyatt now a man, she also had a wonderful announcement to make.
Wyatt was on the threshold of a new life. Boys in the realm could be dumped into the drudgery that befell most men -- toiling at menial, back-breaking tasks 12 hours a day, seven days per week, toting that barge, lifting that bale. Or, her dream for him, join the elite Consort Corps and serve the women who rule the realm.
He had completed his education -- the maximum six grades permitted for boys -- with high marks. He had served in a Lady's household as a junior footman since he was 14, learning the ways of the manor.
Despite her position on only a middle rung of the matriarchal hierarchy, Rebecca had been able to gain the privilege of having him home for the one day of every fortnight that he was afforded leisure time. She, her sisters and her daughters had devoted themselves to training him to gain entry into the Academy of Consort Cadets.
When most boys had been shipped off to fields, mines or mills to begin their lives of drudgery and despair, Wyatt eased into a life of service. When he was home, his older sisters shared the knowledge they had gained in being allowed to advance their educations through high school and college. The women drilled him in etiquette, taught him conversational skills, gave him ideas how to best serve a mistress without sacrificing his dignity.
They had done their jobs well. As he turned 18, the age of admission into the academy, Wyatt had met all the requirements. Rebecca, when she decided to screw for procreation rather than just recreation, had chosen her studs well. She fucked only intelligent, handsome men taller than six feet, well-built but not muscle-bound, nicely hung, the bigger the better. She bedded multiple men at a time, insisting that each one come in her cunt to increase her chances of impregnation.
Her progeny were shining examples of her selectivity.
Wyatt had inherited from his mother and from whomever his father might be a handsome face, a thick, black mane and a solid frame. He was six feet and three inches tall and weighed 180 pounds, most of it muscle. Like his mother and sisters, he had a tight, round ass and, to the women's delight, a cock that, for academy verification, had been independently measured at six and three-quarters inches when fully erect.
Her three daughters -- Caroline, Alexandra and Chloe -- were long-legged beauties. They were smart, witty, talented, professionally competent. They were free of inherited ailments. They had luminous skin, bright eyes and brilliant smiles. They boasted C- or D-cup breasts, taut bellies, narrow hips with firm, round buttocks, slender, athletic limbs. They delighted in keeping each other's pubic bushes neatly trimmed and edged.
And all of them had their mother's voracious appetite for sex. Rebecca's household kept a stable of consorts and subscribed to a service that provided her and her daughters relief from the clit-numbing constancy of the same dozen or so men banging them over and over and over.
As the baby of the family, Wyatt was pampered by all the women in his life. His mother denied him nothing, though she expected loyalty, respect and dedication to assigned tasks in return. His sisters doted on him as well. Not only did they share their academic prowess, they, along with Rebecca and his two aunts, Lady Margaret and Lady Priscilla, had schooled him in the ways of the world.
For his 18th birthday dinner, his sisters wore their most alluring outfits. Tops cut low to highlight the arcs of their breasts and sheer enough to let their nipples show through. Skirts that accented their firm asses, the poetic sway of their gaits and the siren call of their legs. Rebecca knew he drooled over her in a simple sun dress, looking very much like the lovely, sexy mother she was, so she donned her bright yellow one, his favorite.
His sisters greeted him with kisses and crushing hugs. Caroline led off. She pressed her tits to his chest, her belly to his growing dick. She kissed him hard, pulled back a half inch from his lips and whispered, "If you don't grab my ass, I'll knee you in the balls." He grabbed his big sister's ass.
Alexandra and Chloe followed, and he didn't wait to be threatened. He grazed his fingers from their shoulders to the tops of their thighs. They wiggled their hips in welcome. Ground their bodies against his aching member.
"Don't worry, bro," Chloe said as she crushed his dick between them, "we're gonna take care of your stiffy good and proper tonight."
Aunts Margaret and Priscilla brought a cake with icing depicting an erect penis between bulging breasts.
"I call dibs on the dick," Alexandra shouted when Lady Margaret set the cake on the table.
"And Wyatt undoubtedly will want to nibble on those tits," Lady Priscilla said. She winked at the birthday boy. "I just hope he doesn't take too much time before he gets around to mine."
They enjoyed a sumptuous feast prepared by their master chef. Rebecca had discovered him while he was on temporary assignment to her house as a consort. She followed him to the kitchen late one night after a rousing session in her bed. He cooked one of the finest gourmet meals she'd ever eaten. The following day, she bought his contract, fired her unsatisfactory cook and installed him as head of the kitchen. He often was called to her bed as well. It was said that he was her favorite consort, a rumor she would neither confirm nor deny, just like a guilty politician.
After the dinner and the cake, the six women kissed and hugged Wyatt again and wished him a happy birthday. "I'm gonna miss you," Chloe whispered.
"Miss me? Where am I going?" He turned to Rebecca. "Mother, did I get in?"
Rebecca shook her head at her youngest daughter. "Chloe, you little blabbermouth. You've gone and spoiled my surprise."
"Sorry," Chloe said, not sorry at all.
"Yes, Wyatt, you're in. Full scholarship, too. Congratulations. You leave in two weeks. You'll stay here with us until then. You'll have a week of orientation, then you start classes. You're going to make us proud."
"Hurray for our future consort!" Alexandra toasted as the women raised their glasses. "May he fuck the finest females in the realm."
The finest females in the household took him to his bed. His mother and aunts gathered chairs around the bed while his sisters undressed him. Caroline played with his cock and balls while Alexandra and Chloe quickly stripped. They caressed his ass, jiggled their tits in his face, kissed his balls, licked and sucked his dick. Caroline wiggled out of her clothes.
Wyatt tasted their pussies. He savored them. Each of his siblings tasted different. He wanted to keep licking and slurping until he could tell the difference blindfolded. Their tits were more wonderful to hold than they were to behold. Their lips and tongues on his shaft made his cock feel like it was about to explode. Their mouths were wet and warm. He shook violently has they slid their lips along his dick.
They laid him on his back on the bed. They took turns sitting on his face and his cock. They lapped up the cunt juice they left on his lips and rod.
Caroline, as the oldest, lay next to him, her legs spread. "Me first," she said. "Come fuck me, Wyatt."
He rolled over onto his big sister. The look they gave each other showed that their love was stronger than their lust. And their lust was overwhelming. She reached down, grabbed his cock and guided him into her pussy.
Wyatt had read the books, watched the videos, absorbed all the advice on how to prolong the pleasure, avoid premature ejaculation. He'd had real-world practice. But with Caroline, it was harder to do than the books and videos had indicated. He wanted to come right away, the feeling of having his cock in her pussy, his sister's pussy, the pussy of a woman he loved so dearly, was beyond imagination.
Caroline smiled up at him. She understood. "It's okay, honey. Come in me. You'll last longer the next time we fuck. And the time after that and the time after that and..."
He let loose immediately. He was overwhelmed with indescribable pleasure. His whole body shook with glee. He came and came and came. Caroline laughed loudly as she felt his cock pump streams of jism into her snatch. She was jubilant, triumphant. She grabbed the sides of his head and kissed him hard on the mouth.
"I love you, Wyatt. I love you so much."
"I love you, too, sis. God, I love you all."
Caroline kissed him again. She reached down and held his cock in her hand. "Good, you're still hard. Your other sisters want you to fuck them now."
He had discovered that evening that just having one of his lovely sisters hold his cock filled him with warmth and security. Having his dick in each of their twats taught him the meaning of euphoria.
Caroline was right -- he thrust and pumped and pounded into Alexandra's and Chloe's pussies, possessed of extraordinary stamina. They shifted positions -- missionary, doggie, cowgirl. He licked one pussy while fucking the other one. They took turns sitting on his face and sucking his dick.
The sisters whispered encouragement in his ears -- "Fuck me, Wyatt." "Lick my cunt, Wyatt." "I love your cock, Wyatt." From beside the bed, their mother laughed, "That is the more environmentally friendly version of drill, baby, drill."
After he filled his other two sisters' cunts with cum -- Chloe, being the youngest and the last to go having the benefit of being banged the longest, with her hooting and hollering the whole time -- Caroline returned to the bed, took his dick into her mouth and gave him a full-fledged sisterly blowjob.
Wyatt's cock was still long and hard, but she managed to get most of it between her lips. He wasn't sure whether he should actually come in in his sister's mouth. If that would somehow be a show of disrespect for a woman he loved so much.
