Kendra Neal was within minutes of leaving for work when she stopped long enough to sit beside Tony in bed. He was barely awake as she kissed him tenderly.
"Hot damn. Breakfast in bed." He whispers, his eyes still sealed.
She sighs into his mouth then parts lips, "That was the most incredible sex we've had since we've been a couple. I'm exhausted mentally and physically. I need to know Tony. What brought this on?"
"I reckon loves a big part of it. That and I'm thinking its good for us to express ourselves around the girls. The more they see how we act the easier they adapt."
"Still, I think it's a bit much what I wore downstairs last night. And, you wearing only sweatpants. Tony you had an erection in front of my girls. That must have made them uneasy."
"Maybe. Maybe you worry too much. Them girls have to get used to us. I'm not going to get all dressed up just to go around them. I was covered. So were you. If it makes you feel better I'll have a talk with them about it. If they feel weirded out I'll text you and we can re-evaluate how we act. If we're good then I see no reason for you and I too be anything but who we are inside."
"Please be careful. I don't want the caseworker getting wind that we may be giving the girls a bad impression. I can't lose them again."
"Ken? You gotta trust me."
"I do. I just can't help worrying."
"Go on to work before you're late."
A lasting kiss she heads out. He remains in bed until he hears her car drive away.
Within five minutes he crawled from bed and headed over to the girls room. He opens their door and finds both Rose and Becca cuddled up together in bed.
"Momma's bed. NOW!"
Both girls leap from their covers and race to the doorway. Tony halts them at their threshold.
"On the floor." He points downward, "Crawl to your Momma's bed. Hands and knees."
They fall to the carpet silently and do as they're told. Shuffling across the hall they enter Kendra's bedroom and stop at the bed.
Tony steps up behind them massaging and nurturing his erection. They eye him until he chooses Becca to pick up and toss into bed. She squeals in delight.
"Becca gets attention. You remain on the carpet until I come get you. Am I clear?"
Rose nods and whispers ever so shyly, "Yes Sir."
Tony then crawls into bed and grips Becca by the ankles. He looks down at her with a sneer.
"I'm gonna eat that pussy. If you cum before I allow you to, I'll send you to your room and fuck Rose all morning. If you control yourself for thirty minutes I'll give you the feel of my dick inside you. Fail at your own punishment. Understood?"
"Yes Tony."
He scoots back stretching out then lowers his face into her dampness. His tongue tugs and licks at her labia. Settling into her clit he pries her apart to reveal her pearl. The agony of his flicking tongue made her insane. She writhed savagely, tossing her body on the mattress like a woman possessed. Then came inserted fingers. One at first, followed by a second.
Becca cried out her enjoyment. Below them Rose could only listen to her sister's siren calls of pleasure. So jealous. With a smirk she rolls her eyes. Let Tony think she was upset. Well, maybe a little upset.
After a vigorous thirty minutes Tony who had eyed the alarm clock increased his insertion, "CUM!"
Becca quaked and rolled her eyes back into her head before screaming bloody murder and juicing his knuckles. Pulling his fingers free he leered backwards to dangle his hand over the mattress.
Towering over Rose he barks, "Taste your sister."
Rose crawled to her knees and craned her neck to obtain a taste of Tony's fingertips.
After a good long sample Tony denies her and returns to Becca.
He drags her by the hips closer to him and taunts her drenched pussy with his crown. Watching her trembling gaze he awaits the look of yearning before penetration. She tilts her head back at his girth stretching at her hole.
"How's that feel?"
Becca pleads with her lips for thrusting. He merely inserts and holds firm.
"Really good Tony."
"Pussy's tight." He confirms.
"No. Your dick is just huge." She hopes to compliment him.
He nods and starts to pull out. Her whimpers made him realize her agony of loss.
Before she could crease her brow he rams his dick into her. The shock makes her dizzy for a brief moment. A loud shrill cry made her demand more. Her toes curling up at his sides Tony grips her ankles.
"How many thrusts does Becca deserve Rose?"
From the floor Rose calls out what seemed logical, "18! One for each year of our lives."
"Good call." He puckers.
Tony then enters and retreats 18 times. Becca was writhing and clawing the mattress with her nails.
"I'm thinking 36. There's two of you." Tony prompts.
Becca begs, "36 yes 36."
Eighteen more times makes Becca begin a shrill maddening echo. At the predetermined count of 36 she cums. Tony was impressed.
"Nice timing there. I'm proud of you." He praises.
Pulling out of her he snarls, "On the floor. Head down."
Becca moves quickly collapsing to the carpet and planting her brow on the surface.
