Chapter 14 - Purpose
Jude was checked out from the infirmary three days later and he could go back to class immediately. The history teacher, Johnathan Littlewort, bored the class with his lectures about the thirty year's war. It could've been a fun lecture, but he insisted on making it all about the kings and queens and their dynasties. The only point in his lecture where Jude kept his attention was when he explained the runup to the religious struggle between the north, who insisted that god is a futa, and the southern catholic states, which held on to their heretical belief that god was a male. Jude had already read up on it extensively but listened anyway. Perhaps there might be a detail he'd missed. There wasn't.
Why even bother, why did I care about all those things in the first place? The first male of the Empire, how could I have allowed myself to dream of such a lofty goal? Ridiculous, you're pathetic Jude.
Something hit him in the side of his head and he picked up the note hurled at him. 'shithead' it read. He glanced to his side to see who had thrown it but no one met his eyes. He sighed and crumbled the note.
This morning, when he awoke, there had been several similar notes pushed under his door. To say it didn't hurt would be untrue but at the same time he felt it was justified and he agreed with the sentiment of each note. He'd stood there, in front of the whole school, and disgraced himself. There was no return from such a performance. He still wasn't sure what happened or why he collapsed but he attributed it to his own weakness of will.
Starigold left the next day and didn't even bother to say goodbye. He'd taken all her time and effort and flushed it down the drain. Even if she was here, he wouldn't be able look her in the eye.
He'd become a ghost as of late. Only Mikkel spoke to him, all the other boys ignored him except for the whispers and disdainful looks.
The class ended and Johnathan said something about homework which no one took note of.
Mikkel appeared before him.
"Hey Jude, it's great to see you're back again. I've missed you."
"Thanks."
"Do you wanna hang out later? Some of the other boys are going to build a snow castle, wanna join?"
"No, I can't. I have to study to catch up all the things I missed when I was in the infirmary."
It was a lie, he'd kept up with his studies.
"Well okay, maybe tomorrow."
"Sure, maybe tomorrow," he replied and dragged himself out of the classroom.
Mikkel followed him with his eyes and furrowed his brows. He was about to go after him but was interrupted by another boy who wanted to talk.
Jude walked back to the dorms. Someone had written 'failure' on his door with a broad marker pen. He opened it and discovered another half dozen notes on the floor but among them there was one that stood out, It was a pink envelope. It didn't look like the other notes, if something it looked like a love letter and it had a sweet fragrance. He'd never received a love letter before and he felt his heart skip a beat. It must be a mistake, he thought as he sat on his bed to open it. Inside was a note in the same pink colour as the envelope.
'Plese cum to pond at eit, Chris,' it read.
It looked as if written by a child and there was uneven, painted flowers around the text.
Was it a prank? No, that was unlikely. A boy wouldn't use a futas name for such a purpose but then why did Chris wish to see him? Was it about his performance? Did she have some choice words for him?
No matter what it was he resolved himself to face it. It was the least he could do.
Eighteen years earlier
"Now eat up your pancakes, sweetie pie."
Chris looked up at her father wearing an apron over the suit he wore for his secretary job. He hadn't changed clothes when he got home but begun cooking her meal immediately. In exchange for being late he made her favourite dish, pancakes with maple syrup and blueberries. It was expensive but a good bargaining tool to handle a young futa girl.
"Have you done your homework yet?"
Chris caught her breath, she'd completely forgotten about it.
"That's okay, love, just finish your pancakes and I'll help you with it"
She didn't want to do her homework and tried to stall but it was hard when there was only a third of a pancake left on her plate."
Her father cleaned away the dishes, made room on the kitchen table and told her to fetch her books.
"So what does it say here," He said, pointing at a word.
"In-keh-har-seratid"
"Almost, say it after me. In-kahr-suh-reyted"
"In-kahr-suh-reyted"
"Good, sweetie pie. The word is used when you lock bad people in jail. A bad person sentenced for a crime is incarcerated."
Chris had something her teacher called dyslexia. It was a strange word and Chris didn't know how to pronounce it but she understood it was related to her problems with reading. She'd cried after the meeting when the teacher told her father he shouldn't expect her to ever go to college, or for that part, achieve anything in academics. Her father grabbed her by the shoulders then and hugged her tight.
"She's a fool that one," he said, "don't listen to her, she knows nothing. One day, when we look back, we will laugh at her."
He then took more of an interest in her education and helped her with homework. He made up fun games that they played, hiding painted cards around the apartment with a single sentence scribbled upon, that gave a clue to where the next one was hidden. At the end of the hunt she'd find a treasure, usually a piece of candy or a toy he'd made for her.
Even though he worked double jobs to support their family he always made time for her. He cooked her breakfast, lunch and dinner each day. She was too young at the time to understand how hard he worked for her.
It wouldn't have been so hard if it wasn't for her mother, who took a majority of his wages and spent them drinking and gambling every night.
After they finished her homework, her father looked at the clock.
"Oh my, do time fly by when you're having fun. It's time for you to go to bed."
"Yes, dad."
She fiddled with her hands and looked at him with her big green eyes.
"Will you read for me?"
"Of course, sweetie pie. Brush your teeth and prepare for bed and I'll be right there."
She brushed her teeth and slipped into her nightgown. It was much too small for her, reaching above the knees.
She crept in under the covers of her bed and called out, "Ready, dad."
"That went fast."
She smiled a mischievous smile.
"So what would you like for me to read?"
"The one about the futa princess, her boy and the futa witch."
Her father picked out the book from the bookcase and sat down next to her on the bed and began to read. It was a book he'd bought for her last birthday.
"So when the beautiful, little boy disappeared, locked away in the Futa witch's dungeon, the little futa princess decided to go look for him..."
Chris listened, wide-eyed and hugged her teddy to her chest.
"The little futa princess went into the forest, there she stumbled upon an old bear sitting on a tree stump.
'Good day bear,' the princess said.
'Good day, young futa,' the old bear replied.
'Have you perhaps seen a young boy pass through here? He's about this tall and has a gentle and handsome face,' the princess asked.
'That I have.'
'Could you tell me where he went?'
The old bear rumbled.
'Better yet, I could tell you where he is.'
The princess' face shone up. But the old bear stayed quiet.
'Where is he then?' she asked and the old bear rumbled once more.
'Why would I tell you, little girl?'
She didn't expect that response.
'I-I don't know.'
'Do you have some sweet honey perhaps, or an apple?'
'I'm sorry bear, I don't have either.'
'Hmm, well how about you humour an old bear for a while then, a riddle. If your answer is correct I tell you where your boy is but if your answer is wrong, I swallow you whole.'
The princess suddenly felt scared, she didn't want to become a bear meal, but she really missed her boy.
'Okay, I accept.'
'Ho, ho, ho, now listen carefully little girl, I will only tell you once.'
The princess perked her ears and focused her attention.
'At night they come without being fetched. By day they are lost without being stolen. What are they?'
'You can give as many answers as you like but if you haven't given the correct answer when the sun goes down behind the horizon you will have failed.'
'Chickens,' she said. She knew the chickens at the farm often arrived without being fetched and her old nan once said that the fox steals them away in the night.
'Wrong' the bear said.
Of course it was wrong the 'they' in the riddle were not stolen.
She gave many answers and the bear called out 'wrong' every time and each time he did, his belly rumbled.
As the sun crept behind the horizon, the bear licked his mouth and looked at her with hungry eyes.
Oh no, the sun is about to go away. I will never see my handsome boy again and I will become a bear meal, the princess thought.
Despair gripped her heart and she threw her head back to look at the sky. There was the tiny glimmer of the dusk star. The Dusk star? Then it hit her.
I know the answer she called to the bear who had already begun to set his table.
Stars! Stars is the answer. There was a disappointed look on the bears face as he rumbled.
'That is correct.'
'Now tell me where my boy is.'
'Fine, a promise is a promise. Your boy is kept in the witch's dungeon.'
He painted a trail in the dirt to show her the way.
The little princess followed the instructions of the bear and arrived at the witch's cottage.
She hid behind a bush and gazed ahead. Inside, the fiery glow of a fire burned in the hearth. She saw the loathsome witch churning a kettle, in her hands she held a book titled how to cook boys."
Her father closed the book.
"And that's where we'll finish today"
"No fair dad, I wanna know what happens next."
"If you promise to be a good girl, I'll read the rest for you tomorrow."
She still didn't think it was fair but promised she'd be good. He was about to lean down to kiss her goodnight when they heard the front door slam open and someone tumbled inside.
"Goodnight, sweetie pie." He kissed her on the cheek, got up and left her room. His body language had changed and there was a nervous air about him.
"Welcome home, hon'. How was you day?" Her father said. Chris could hear him through the door.
"Shit, it was shit I tell you. Sonia said I had to pay my bill today or she wouldn't let me order. That was half my money in one go. I had to get a round of shots just to calm myself. Then it all went downhill. The numbers weren't on my side tonight, I swear there was something sketchy going on, that dealer must be cheating. And yea, I lost all the money."
"All of it, already? But I just got my paycheck yesterday!"
"about that, you know how you said you needed some extra money this week, well you're gonna have to give it back."
"But honey, that money is for Chris' new textbook, she needs a new textbook. She's been using the old one too long already."
"Textbook, for Chris? Didn't the teacher tell you she wouldn't be able to read, why would you buy her a textbook then?"
"She can read. She's been making some great progress lately and I'm sure she'd like to show it to you."
"Bah, that kid don't need any textbook. She's as dumb as a brick. Just accept it. Now where did you put the money?" Chris could hear clutter from the kitchen as her mother rumbled around the cupboards.
"Hey, I asked you a question, where is the money?"
"No, I'm not telling. You promised I could use that money. Chris needs her textbook!"
"What did you just say?" There was a violent tone in her mother's voice. Chris tensed up and her hands trembled. She pulled the cover over her head to shut out their voices but it wasn't enough.
"No, please no," She whispered to herself.
"You p-promised," her father said.
"Give it to me, now!"
"No!"
There was a loud crash as her mother turned over the kitchen table and advanced on her father. The slap echoed through the walls and there was a loud thump as her father hit the floor.
"Fucking bitch, don't ever talk back to me again. I'm the futa of this house."
"Please hon, she needs that textbook."
"Shut up, bitch!"
Chris could hear her mother's heavy breathing.
"I think it's time I reminded you who is the mistress of this house. Don't expect to get any sleep tonight. I will keep that ass working overtime."
She grabbed her father by the hair and dragged him across the kitchen floor to their bedroom.
"Please, honey, no! Chris will hear us."
"Hah, it might just do her good to learn how a male should be treated. You teach her your letters and I'll teach her how to fuck your ass."
The bedroom door slammed shut and Chris heard her father scream as her mother whipped him with her belt. Long through the night she listened to her fathers muffled cries as her mother ravaged him. She tried to shut her ears, but it didn't help so she just lay there, curled up, praying to the goddess to make it stop. Tears wetted her pillow.
"Please make it go away. Goddess I beg of you, make it go away!"
Her prayers went unanswered that night.
The next morning her father did not awake her as usual, so Chris packed her bag and prepared for school on her own. When she was ready, she tapped on the door to their bedroom and when there was no answer she stepped inside.
"Dad, can you take me to school?"
She spotted the silhouette of her father curled up under the blanket. She walked up the bed and tugged at it.
"Dad?" she said and then gasped when the blanket slid down to reveal his face. Where his right eye was supposed to be there was only a fleshy mound with a tiny slit that marked his eyelids. He rustled, pulled the blanket over his head and spoke with a raspy voice.
"I'm sorry, Chris, daddy don't feel well today. Do you think you could go to school by yourself? Uhm, and about that textbook I promised you, I'm sorry but I won't be able to afford it," There was regret in his voice, "I'll make you pancakes tonight."
"No dad, you don't have to."
There was a hole inside Chris' chest, sucking the wind out of her, trying to tear its way out. She sniffed.
"You must think I'm pitiful," He said.
"no dad, I..." She couldn't procure the words she wished to say, and she didn't even know what those words would be. She glanced over at the figure splayed across the bed with no sense of modesty, snoring loudly, covering most of the space with her father occupying a corner so small he was almost pushed down on the floor. It was the story of their marriage. Chris didn't know what to say, so she rushed out of the room and the apartment.
On her way to school she remembered the word her father taught her the day before. In-kahr-suh-reytion. That's what the police officers do when they put bad people in jail.
Her mother was a bad person, there was nothing her father could say to not make her believe that anymore.
She passed her school and kept walking until she reached the place where the police officers resided. She walked through the doors and stepped up to the counter.
"Good evening, officer."
A futa with tired eyes leaned over to look at her.
"Well, hello there. Aren't you a cute one. Shouldn't you be in school at this hour?"
"Officer, I'd like to have a bad person in-kahr-suh-reyted."
"Who would this person be? Did someone in school steal your stickers?" Chris shook her head.
"It's my mother, she's a bad person. She always hits my dad, takes his money and never listens to a word he says even though he does everything for her. I want her in-kahr-suh-reyted."
The officer's expression changed.
"That's no good. Please take a seat and an officer will come to help you."
"Thanks."
A futa officer arrived and brought her to another room. She was given a piece of chocolate and a toy to play with while she waited for her mother to be incarcerated.
Her father arrived half an hour later to pick her up. He apologised profusely to the officers for their inconvenience. They didn't even look twice at the bruises and swellings on his face.
She began to despise him then. Why did he have to be so meek and why didn't he stand up for himself?
She was just a young futa girl and knew nothing of the world.
A few months later the goddess answered her prayers. During one of her drinking sessions, in full winter, Chris' mother stumbled home from the local bar and fell asleep in an alley. There she froze to death without even realising it. It had been a pain free death, the coroner said and Chris had scowled at that. Her mother deserved nothing of the sort.
After having lost respect for her father she rebelled. She began bossing him around and didn't listen to a word he said. She even went so far as to take money from him. He suffered through it all but never gave up on her. Keeping up with school became harder and harder and eventually she stopped going altogether. She got mixed up with a bad crowd of delinquents and together they roamed the streets, causing havoc. It didn't take long before her actions caught up her, when she and a friend robbed a liquor store downtown.
"And she threatened to rape the male cashier," The police officer told her father.
She would never forget the hurt expression on his face as he bowed his head and cried.
She wanted to console him but that would be a mockery to all his pain which she was the sole cause for.
"Mr Sanders, I understand this might be shocking for you but there is a decision to be made. You have two options for your daughter. The first is prison." She let the silence draw out following her words.
"And the second?" His voice trembled.
"The second is military school and forced enrollment. For this alternative you will have to pay for her tuition. If you can't pay she will be imprisoned by default."
"No, I can pay. We want to choose the second option," He hadn't asked her, perhaps fearing she would pick the first one.
"Fine," The officer said, "You will receive details on the arrangement at the front desk. Chris will be required to report to the station every day until she's called in. Failure to do so will be considered a dereliction of duty and further charges could be put on her, the deal will be off and she'll be incarcerated. Any questions?"
Her father shook his head and Chris sat still, staring blankly ahead.
"Good, we're done then. You may leave" the officer stood and opened the door."
"Mr Sanders I hope I will see you again soon," she said to her father. Chris noted that the officers zipper was not pulled up all the way.
"And you, young lady, should be thankful to have a father who would go such lengths for you."
The silence as they walked back home was oppressive. Finally Chris couldn't take it anymore.
"Dad, you don't have to do this. I know you can't afford it."
Her father looked back at her with lonely eyes.
"No Chris, this is the only thing I can't afford to not do. I will take another job if I must." She'd not understood what he meant at the time and tried to plead with him, saying that it was her fault and she should be the one to take responsibility but he was adamant. He'd been storing money for years to pay for her college tuition and when she dropped out of school the money had been collecting dust. He'd figured it might come in handy in case of an emergency though he did not expect it to come so soon. He had one dream in life and that dream was to make his daughter happy.
Two days later she was called in to appear at the recruitment center. It had been the worst day of her life, for this time around she was the cause of her father's misery. How could she have been that stupid? Why had she done all those things? Was she any different from her mother?
Four years later, before she graduated, he died of a heart attack. Overwork was the cause.
Chris looked out over the pond. She'd been lost for a long time after he passed. All the horrible things she did when the war broke out. Terrible deeds that would be forever etched as scars upon her soul.
"I'm sorry dad, you deserved better. I'll do my best to honor your memory. I've met a boy, his name is Jude, and he kinda looks like you. Has the same eyes."
Today she finally understood what the purpose of her life was.
It was to protect the smiles of all the boys in the world.
"But I'm only one futa and there's just that much I can do on my own."
Jude sneaked out of the dorm half past seven. Curfew was in effect after eight and it would be troublesome if he stumbled upon a guard. The school was awfully quiet this evening and apart from the lights down by the guardhouse he saw no guards patrolling the grounds. He relaxed as he entered the forest. It was dark and he only had the moon and stars to light his way. That didn't trouble him though, he knew the forest better than any of the other boys. He quickly found the path leading to the cottage and followed it. When he arrived, he saw several torches latched onto it, burning bright and illuminating the pond in a soft, warm shiver. A pink note hung at the front door.
Folow the rows pethalls, it said. He recognized the writing from the letter he received earlier and the note had flowers and a tiny heart painted on it.
He looked around and picked up a petal from the ground, a rose petal. There was a track of them leading around the cottage. He didn't know what Chris wanted to talk about but it seemed to be some kind of romantic request. Turning around the corner he saw a large wooden tub in the shape of a barrel, fumes rising from its interior. That's strange, I can't remember it being there before, he thought, walked up to it and dipped a finger in. As expected, the water was warm. Then he heard the crunch of pebbles from behind. He turned and gasped at what he saw. It was Fawlorne, Meredith and Chris. But it wasn't their appearance that made him gasp but their attire. Both Fawlorne and Meredith wore nothing more than bikinis and towels tied around their chests. Chris wore a pair of shorts and a bikini top.
"Look, he's here," Fawlorne said.
"Good evening Jude," Meredith smiled at him.
"Hey Jude," Chris said, her cheeks a bright red as she looked at the ground.
"What are you all doing here?" He asked.
Fawlorne laughed, "what does it look like, silly? We're here to take a bath."
Jude was confused but it felt rude to question her further. They walked up to the staircase next to the tub and dropped their towels on the ground. It took all of his concentration to not stare. Fawlorne wore a red string bikini that barely covered her cock, there was an opening between the thighs and crotch where her balls hung out, her voluptuous breasts pressed against a bikini several sizes too small for her. She was all curves, big breasts, wide hips and a big butt. Meredith wore a black bodysuit with a wide cleavage that showed off her ample bosom. She had a slimmer build than Fawlorne but were in no way lacking in size. The bulge of her cock visible underneath the bathing suit.
"Jude!" Fawlorne exclaimed. He realised he'd been staring and averted his gaze.
"I'm so sorry, ma'm, I didn't mean to stare."
"Would you be a good boy and help me get in?"
She reached her hand out and when he took it she leaned in to whispered in his ears. Her breast curved around his shoulder as she did.
"You can call me mommy if you like."
Jude looked at Chris and Meredith.
"Don't worry about them, we're all friends here."
"Ehrm, okay mommy."
"That's a good boy."
He tried to avoid looking at her body as he helped her into the tub though wherever he turned it seemed that either her ass, breasts or her dick was in his line of sight.
"Thank you," She said and slipped into the tub.
"ahh, so warm."
Jude reached his hand out to help Meredith into the bath. The vision of the outline of her cock against the bodysuit burnt into his retinas.
"Such a gentleman," she said.
When it was Chris's turn she waved her arms in front of her.
"No, no, it's okay I can get in by myself."
She stepped up the stairs and stood at the edge of the tub.
"Hey Chris," Meredith said, "You have to take off those awful shorts. We didn't pick out that bikini for you to hide it."
"No, I can't. It's embarrassing, I've never worn anything like this before."
An invisible force pulled Judes eyes her way. Chris had a gorgeous, athletic body with visible abs and big strong thighs. Her breast was not as big as either Meredith's or Fawlornes' but they were well shaped and looked soft.
"Ah come on, don't be a prude. Look, Jude wants to see it to." Chris looked over at him and her nipples perked in the cold.
"No I..." Jude felt the heat rise to his face, "Uhm yes, I'd like to see it too."
The verdict had fallen and there was no way for Chris to refuse.
With an eye on Jude she reached down to the hem of her shorts and pulled them down. The fabric tensed over her well-shaped butt before it popped into view and her shorts dropped to the ground. Jude gulped. She wore a teal string bikini. Her ass wasn't big but had a lovely curve and gleamed in the reflection of the torches.
"That's better," Meredith said, "why don't you bend forward a little to give him a better view."
"Like this?" Chris said and arched her upper body so her butt leaned out. Her face was as red as her hair.
"Do you like what you see Jude?" Meredith asked.
He nodded. "She's beautiful."
"Eh?!" Chris exclaimed.
"Hey be careful," Mrs Fawlorne called out. Chris lost her footing and tumbled straight into the tub with a splash, and Jude, who stood right next to it, got soaked.
"This is a tub, not a swimming pool!" Meredith reproached her.
"I'm sorry."
"And look at Jude, he's all wet now," Fawlorne said.
They all turned to look at him.
"That's no prob..." he began but was cut off by Meredith.
"I guess he'll have to get in with us then."
Jude tensed up, had he heard right? The thought of sharing a bath with three beautiful futas made his heart flutter and his penis hardened.
"B-but I didn't bring any swimming trunks," He tried to object.
"Hmm, so what can we do about that?"
Meredith had a mischievous look.
"Well, I can go in with my underwear."
She shook her head.
"Nope, there are rules. Either swimming trunks or no trunks at all. You'll have to get in naked."
"What!?"
"You just got to see us wearing these skimpy outfits, wouldn't it be unfair if we didn't get some eye candy as well?"
The situation seemed hardly appropriate but as it was the headmistress who requested it he couldn't refuse. He unbuttoned his shirt. Meredith looked intent, Fawlorne smiled and Chris scratched at a cranny in the barrel but her eyes were focused somewhere else. Jude let his shirt fall to the ground and unbuttoned his pants. Meredith raised a brow as he took off his pants and Chris could no longer pretend to look away. He stood bare with only his underwear protecting against the winter cold. A wind blew. He shivered and his nipples stiffened.
"Last one," Meredith said waving a finger at his underwear. "You're not getting in until they're off."
He felt embarrassed to show himself naked before futas but the cold was getting to him. He pulled his underwear off, hiding his erect penis behind his hands and with as much grace as he could procure then stepped up the ladder and jumped in. He moaned as the warmth enveloped him.
"Feels good?" Fawlorne asked
"Yes, it's amazing, I had no idea this was here."
"We had it put in this morning," Meredith explained.
He was sitting between Fawlorne and Meredith with Chris facing him on the opposite side. Their breasts submerged just above the nipples. Being shorter than them meant that his face was aligned to their chests and he struggled to find a spot where his gaze was not on their breasts.
"Is something wrong," Fawlorne asked and edged closer so that her breasts were only inches away. She just made it worse.
"You look red, you don't have a fever, do you? It wouldn't be good if you took a warm bath with a fever," Meredith said, edging closer from the other side and put a hand on his forehead. She made it even worse.
"No, no, I'm fine. Healthy and fine," he stammered.
"Are you sure?" they said in unison and edged even further in. Their breasts now resting on his shoulders. In an attempt to keep his gaze in check he'd looked down into his lap.
"That's good to hear, I got worried there," Meredith said.
"Oh, I think he's just blushing. You don't have to be so shy Jude."
"aw."
His dick was rock hard by this point and he made ripples in the water so they would not see it.
Then the world turned dark and he was wrapped up in heavenly softness, their nipples poking his cheeks. Fawlorne and Meredith hugged him so tight he couldn't see anything or even breathe. His heartbeat quickened then slowed, then quickened again as if it didn't know what to do. On the one hand, the excitement of the situation prompted it to quicken and on the other the lack of oxygen told it to slow down.
"Oops, sorry Jude, didn't mean to suffocate you," Fawlorne said and giggled. He'd never heard her laugh that way before. For him, she had always been his elegant homeroom teacher, but he liked this new side of her.
"I heard that you call Anna your mother, is this true Jude?" Meredith asked.
He hesitated and glanced over at Fawlorne who smiled reassuringly.
"Yes."
Meredith smiled, "that makes me jealous to be honest"
"But it was only during my recovery, isn't that right Mrs Fawlorne?"
"Was that all it was to you?"
"No, that's not what I meant… I, uhm, love that you're my mother but..." he didn't know what to say, everything he said only seemed to make matters worse.
Fawlornes face shone up.
"So what if you could have two mothers?"
"What!?"
"Wouldn't you like Ms Meredith to be your mother too? It's rare to have two futa mothers but not unheard of."
He looked over at Meredith who looked down at her lap.
"I wouldn't mind being Jude's mother, if he wants me to."
His heart beat in his ears and he struggled to breathe.
"Don't you want me to be your mother?"
Meredith leaned over him so her right breast touched his shoulder.
"I-i-i-i..." he swallowed deep. His head was swimming. Here was this beautiful futa who wanted to adopt him into her care and he was keeping her on hold.
Get it together Jude, she's the headmistress!
"I'd love to!"
"Oh, I'm so happy," She said and gave him another suffocating hug. Her bathing suit slipped so her nipples rubbed at his face. Mrs Fawlorne leaned in.
"Now there's only one more thing we need to decide."
They looked at Chris.
"Why are you looking at me?"
They ignored her and kept musing.
"So if I'm your mother and Meredith is your mother too what does that make Chris?" Fawlorne said.
"What about a big sister? Wouldn't that be perfect? A big sis who always protects her little brother."
They hummed in approval.
"No way I could be his sister, that would be strange," Chris called out.
"Hmm, so if not a big sister then what? Ah, I know, how about his girlfriend?"
"Eh!?" Chris suddenly stood up, splashing water all around her.
"No, I couldn't be. I'm a guard and it would be unseemly and anyway, I'm not good enough for Jude, he deserves someone better." She sat down again and crossed her arms.
"Ho, ho, really Chris, you're too modest," Meredith said, "Jude what do you think, would Chris make for a great girlfriend for you? She's strong and she would always protect you."
Chris had now reached peak redness, one could almost see fumes escaping her ears.
"I think Chris would make a great girlfriend. She's kind, beautiful and I like her a lot."
Chris raised her eyes and stared at him.
"Yo-you do?"
"Yes, you have an amazing body and you're really hot. I wouldn't mind being your boyfriend."
She looked down at her lap and fiddled with her hands.
"If Jude think so I guess I don't mind either."
"Great! With that concluded we have a job to do. It's the futa mothers and the futa girlfriend's job to keep their male healthy and I think we should start by making sure he's clean."
"Seconded," Meredith said.
"W-w-what?!" Chris stuttered, "You're saying we should touch him, I can't do that, No!"
"Chris," Fawlorne said in a meaningful tone, "You just accepted to be his girlfriend. Are you saying that the first thing you would do as his girlfriend is to neglect him?"
"Of course not! But touching... I guess I have to."
Jude struggled to comprehend the situation and reverted into himself.
Meredith pulled down a latch at the side of the barrel and patted on it.
"Get up," She said and when he did not react, she grabbed him under his shoulders and hoisted him up. Fawlorne gasped and Chris gawked when they saw his erection.
"Oh my, someone is excited."
"Well, let's not keep him waiting, it's cold after all," Meredith said and grabbed a soap from a bucket next to the barrel. She handed one to Fawlorne and Chris and they began soaping him up.
His skin tingled where they touched. Fawlorne and Meredith seemed to enjoy themselves, running their hands over his body, soaping his chest, shoulders and belly. Meredith rubbed soap on her hands then cupped his buttocks and caressed them.
"What a lovely, petite ass you have Jude."
He felt embarrassed at being complimented and squirmed. Chris seemed intent to only soap his calves and nothing more until Fawlorne goaded her to go higher.
"He's all soaped up now, only his precious parts left. Chris, as his girlfriend, that's your job."
"His p-p-p-p-pre-p-pre..."
"Look he's shivering Chris, it's cold."
Chris swallowed and slid her hands up his thigh until she reached his crotch, her hands trembling. She cupped his balls but was too tense and squeezed them. Jude whimpered.
"Be gentle," Meredith reproached her and Chris eased grip. She soaped the shaft then pulled back the foreskin to soap the gland.
Jude breathed and shivered, more from the excitement than the cold.
"All done, now let's get you back in the water," Meredith said, grabbed him and put him down beside her. After staying naked in the cold, the warm water brought him pleasure.
"Now wash your hair Jude," Fawlorne said, and he took a deep breath and submerged into the water. The blur of the water seemed to play tricks on him, he could see three large snakes swimming in it. No, that can't be right they must be...
He rose above the water and leaned back.
"Such a good boy," Fawlorne said and caressed his cheek. She was being too nice to him, he thought. He'd been meaning to say something for a while but had been caught up in the excitement.
"You're too nice to me, Mrs Fawlorne."
She retracted her hand, a shocked expression on her face.
"What do you mean?"
"Should you really be doing all this? For me? I don't understand why you do this, shouldn't you put your attention on someone like Mikkel or Jan rather than me? I shamed our school in front of the entire nation and now you're all so nice to me. Why?"
Fawlornes face turned into her usual stern expression.
"That was very rude of you Jude, I must say, you've never been that rude before."
"No I didn't..."
"Not only did you question our intentions you also implied that our attention should be placed elsewhere. Is that how a male should behave, have I been such a bad teacher that you don't even know such basic etiquette?"
She was correct, he'd spoken before he'd thought it through. A male should not question a futa's intentions and if a futa showed him interest or complimented him he should cherish and take it to heart. He'd done neither but been so caught up in own self-centered perspective he'd not showed them the proper respect. When did he become so inconsiderate, when had he become so negligent that he unwittingly insulted the three futas he cared the most for?
Meredith looked upset, Fawlorne shook her head, Chris blushed and averted her gaze but Jude could see in her eyes that she disapproved.
"I'm so sorry I didn't mean to."
"Get out," Fawlorne said. He wanted to protest that it was cold, but he was already in too much trouble so he did as he was told. He stood shaking on the ground as all three of them got out the barrel.
"Come here" Fawlorne said, grabbed his arm and dragged him inside the cottage, he'd never been spanked by any of the teachers since he arrived at the school. Would this be his first?
A fire crackled in the hearth inside the cottage and it was furnished with a large bed, an armchair and a small table. Fawlorne pushed him into the chair. They all dressed up in in bathrobes and stood before him, cocks peeking out from underneath and pointing at the disrespectful boy. His cheeks burned in shame.
"Now I want you to listen and listen good. We have something important to tell you. Chris, if you'd start."
"Yes, Mrs Fawlorne."
She brought out a pink paper and held it out in front of her.
"Jude," She began and cleared her throat, "I've known you for four years now, since I began working as a guard at this school. It was hard for me, life as a civilian differs from life in the military. Everyone was nice when I started but rumours of my past spread and many of the boys were wary, understandably so. I've done some despicable things. Everyone kept their distance except you. I remember the morning when we first met, you were out for a morning jog and approached me. You apologized for the inconveniance and we talked for five minutes. Such a sweet and polite boy you were. Our little talks became tradition, and I started to look forward to it, when the other boys saw us having cordial relations they eased up and accepted me. One day, I don't know if you remember, it was three years ago, you gave me a flower garland you'd made. I was so happy! I still have it hanging above my bed. What I wanted to say is, while you may think that the things you do are inconsequential, they're not. Your kindness meant the world to me. So I'd like you to have this."
She handed a pink paper to him. It was a drawing with two stick figures holding hands with smiles on their faces. She'd adorned it with tiny flowers, stars and hearts. The futa stick figure was named Chris and the boy Jude. He felt something tug at his chest.
"I know I'm not very good at either painting or writing so it's okay if you throw it away."
"I will cherish it, thank you Chris."
"No it was nothing, really." She looked down, and glanced briefly back at him. Her robe swayed as her cock twitched.
Fawlorne cleared her throat and Jude shifted his attention to her.
"How should I put this," She said. Her usual confident manner was nowhere to be seen. Instead, there was a hesitant futa trying to find the words she wished to convey.
"I've been your teacher for the last seven years, a privilege I must say. At first you were shy and unsure of how to behave as all boys are at that age. Given time and patience boys learn. That was not the case with you, however. Never in my teaching career have I met such a diligent boy before, so willing to learn and improve himself. There's was something that always vexed me though. Here I have this talented young boy who is trying his hardest, then why is he so full of self-doubt? Why does he think so little of himself? At first, I thought the fault must be in the teacher but then I realised it was because you never grew up to know a futas love and it was taken away from you at an early age and replaced with horrors. What you need is not learning but caring. I've always had a soft spot for you, Jude, and I enjoyed spending my evenings in the infirmary with you. I want you to know that if you ever in need of a mother, I will be there for you. I don't care what happens in the championships anymore. I just want to see you smile again." She smiled at him, a warm and tender smile.
Such beautiful words she spoke to him. Then why did his chest hurt so bad? Why did he want to stand and run away and why did his eyes sting?
"We all want to see you succeed," Meredith said, "but more than that we want you to be happy. Among us, I've known you the longest. I still remember the day I adopted you from that run down orphanage. I know well how boys look at me. An unfamiliar futa who the matron mother treats with the utmost respect will scare them. All the boys looked away and huddled, all except you. What I saw was a bedraggled boy, dressed in tatters, looking straight at me with a pair of beautiful, blue eyes. There was no fear in your eyes, neither was there disrespect, but rather curiosity. When I examined you there was nothing to imply that you were anything out of the ordinary but those eyes, there was something within them I couldn't deny. I didn't know at the time that you would grow up into the fine young man you are today and it hurts me to see you this way, and it hurts even more knowing it is my fault you had to go through all of this. I was the one who put you together with Ida and Starigold but I swear, I didn't know they would treat you that way and I will regret it for the rest of my life."
Both Meredith and Fawlorne got down on their knees and prostrated themselves before him. Jude was horror struck. Not only was it unseemly beyond comparison, it was unheard of futas to bow down to a male. Chris looked at them in shock but then got down on her knees as well, even though she'd done no wrong.
"Please, no. get up," He said. He didn't like this at all, it was all wrong.
"Jude..." they spoke and looked up at him. He couldn't contain it any longer. He could handle their disdain, their disappointment and even their hatred but what he couldn't handle was their kindness. He wept as the bonds holding together his fragmented heart shattered and all of his pain was let out.
Fawlorne took him in her arms and hugged him, Chris and Meredith joined in too and he was enclosed in their soft, affectionate loving.
"There now, sweety. It's okay, it's going to be okay. Cry into mommy's chest as much as you want," Fawlorne said as his tears wetted her robe. Meredith caressed his head and Chris held one of his hands and kissed it gently. Eventually he stopped crying and snuggled his head into Fawlorne breasts, they were soft and he felt safe between them. Something poked at his belly and he reached down and felt that her dick had slipped out of her robe.
"Oh sorry Jude, mommy gets so excited when you cuddle with her breasts but please continue, it feels good."
He caressed the side of her cock against his belly.
"That feel so good," Fawlorne moaned, "but I have to stop you there or we will have a little accident."
She stood up with him in her arms and sat down on the bed then turned him around on her lap.
"I think it's time for your girlfriend to take care of you, what do you say Chris?"
Chris had a determined expression.
"What do I need to do?"
"Just put him in your mouth and make him feel safe."
Fawlorne gently separated his legs, and Chris looked at it with fascination.
"Such a beautiful penis, don't you think?" Meredith said and looked at Chris who nodded. Meredith guided her head down and instructed her how to do it.
"Start nice and easy at first, pull back the foreskin and lick the gland. Lubricate the shaft and lick it up and down before you take it all in. Don't forget the balls." Chris had never sucked on a male's penis before but she quickly picked up on it. She'd performed many forced bindings during her military service but those did not come close to the feeling of sucking on Jude's penis. They only gave a short moment of release, followed by days of shame at the deed. It was duty, not pleasure.
Jude whimpered as she swallowed him whole.
"Would you like some milk Jude?" Fawlorne asked. He looked at her teat and nodded.
"I didn't mean from me, silly, but from your other mommy."
Meredith blushed, pouted her perky breast, and glanced at him.
"I'd love to," he said, smacking his lips. Meredith's tits looked delicious.
She leaned over Fawlornes shoulder and pulled back her robe to present her bosom to him. They were well shaped as he'd seen during their bath. He leaned forward, opened his mouth and closed his lips around the nipple.
"Please be careful, it's my first time," She said.
Milk flowed into Jude's mouth. It was sweet and creamy. The taste differed from Fawlorne's. It had a flowery taste but also a hint of hazelnut and it was thicker.
"I can feel it flowing into Jude's mouth. Oh, that feels so good."
"Good boy," Fawlorne said and patted his head. Chris ran her tongue around and sucked hard at the base, his entire penis inside her mouth. He squirmed and his penis twitched.
"Ms Meredith it's moving around," Chris said and released it from her mouth.
"Don't worry about it, he's getting ready to unload. Just keep sucking and you'll get a taste of him."
"A taste of Jude," Chris murmured with a possessed look, then dove on his penis and sucked it with fervour, bobbing her head up and down as she slurped on the shaft.
Jude lost it. Sitting on Fawlorne lap, resting his head on her tits while she caressed him, suckling on Meredith's breast and being blown by Chris at the same time pushed him into a whole other dimension of pleasure.
"Here have some from the other tit as well," Meredith said and handed him the other. He reached over in a frenzy, eager to not be without for a single second.
"Ow, be gentle Jude, that hurt." In his eagerness he bit down on her nipple.
"Relax, sweety. Remember lips and tongue and an even pace," Fawlorne said.
"Sorry mom."
"It's okay Jude," Meredith smiled a motherly smile at him and pushed her tit in his face.
He could feel Fawlorne grope around his ass and then she popped a finger in. He squealed as she penetrated him and his body tensed.
"You've been training it, haven't you," She said with a mischievous tone, "I think we can pop two in from the get go." She inserted another and slid them in and out. Finding the g-spot she pinched it between her fingers and rubbed at it.
"Such an elastic asshole, can you take three perhaps?" He nodded and Fawlorne didn't wait to put in the third. His asshole stretched and it hurt but the pleasure was a hundredfold. Chris was down at the root of his penis, sucking for dear life. His body tensed and his legs trembled. He felt a need to hold on to something so he reached out and latched onto the first thing he could find. It was Meredith's cock. He tugged at it.
"Ah! what an eager boy," she gasped.
He cried out as his penis exploded, unloading into Chris' mouth. She pushed down deep to let it all inside her throat. Fawlorne took the cue and pressed her fingers all the way into him with short rapid thrusts. He'd never cum that hard before and wriggled and moaned in Fawlorne's grasp as he shot his seed into Chris. Even after he ejaculated she kept sucking to make sure not a single drop was lost. When there was nothing left, she sat back with a contented smile on her face, licking her lips.
Jude slumped down into Fawlornes lap and she had to hold him or he would slide onto the floor. Meredith produced a handkerchief and wiped his mouth. He felt tired and drained and snuggled his head between Fawlorne's breasts. Something poked at his back.
"oops, sorry Jude," She said.
"It's okay, it feels good" He turned to his side and grabbed her cock and tugged it. Seeing Meredith's cock resting on his knee he reached out and jerked it too.
"Oh, so you're not satisfied yet, even after all that?"
"It was wonderful and I'm a bit tired but how can I stay calm with all these beautiful cocks around me?"
They laughed at that.
"Jude aren't you forgetting something?" Fawlorne said.
"I am?" He tried to think but his mind was blank. Fawlorne looked at Chris who was sitting on the floor, cock twitching.
"After such a lovely blowjob shouldn't you return the favour?"
Jude regarded Chris' cock with a longing, he wanted it in his mouth.
"I'd want to but..."
Meredith and Fawlorne exchanged a look and nodded in mutual understanding then Meredith brought out something from her pocket.
"Open your mouth Jude," she told him and he did. Then she placed a small pill on his tongue.
"Now swallow." He didn't hesitate but swallowed immediately.
"What was that?"
"That was a spermicide pill, it negates the effect of futa sperm for about two hours."
"What? Something like that exist?"
It was a lie, there was no such thing as spermicide.
Meredith had filled in Fawlorne and Chris on Judes condition. They'd been shocked at first but accepted it. Jude didn't know though, and they agreed it was for the best to keep him in ignorance.
"Yes, but it's quite rare and to be honest, it's not in line with regulations. Mommy could get in trouble if word gets out. Will you promise mommy not to tell?"
"Yes, I promise. But if it could get you in trouble I'd rather you not use it. I know it's not in accordance to the school rules but I wouldn't mind being bound by either of you, or all of you."
He felt ashamed to even suggest such a thing, a male should be thankful to be bound by any futa but he felt so safe and secure around them.
"Aaww," they hummed in unison.
"I wouldn't mind binding you Jude and I don't think Meredith or Chris would either but that is wrong. I hope you understand that we would never take advantage of you in that way."
"I know, you are the best mothers and girlfriend a male could wish for."
He reached up and kissed Fawlorne on her lips, she was taken aback by the passionate display but returned the kiss. Jude realised he'd almost forgotten the dicks in his hands, it felt so natural to hold them.
"Let's put you on the floor" Fawlorne said, lifted him and put him down on a blanket.
Meredith and Fawlorne stood at his sides, their cocks resting on his shoulders.
"Would you like to show Chris your appreciation Jude?" Fawlorne asked.
He nodded and looked at Chris.
"Come here, Chris," Fawlorne said.
Chris had reverted to her shy ways and tried to conceal her erection with her hands.
"Present it to him Chris," Fawlorne instructed her, "Let him see it, touch it and smell it, so he can get accustomed."
Chris removed her hands and edged her hip forward. Her dick throbbed in Jude's face, with protruding veins and a rock hard shaft.
Jude licked his lips and grabbed it with both hands then ran his nose along it.
"mhmm, smells so good, just like Chris, and it's strong too. I bet you could lift me up with your cock alone." Her cock twitched, and he was elevated for a split second.
"Wow! You actually can. That's Amazing."
Chris blushed and tried to avert her gaze but the boy rubbing her cock demanded attention.
Jude leaned forward and kissed the gland, put his lips around and licked it with the tip of his tongue.
She squealed as he slid it inside his mouth.
"Have you been training with your toys Jude?" Meredith asked.
"Mhmm, every day"
"So how deep can you can go?"
He let go and measured it with his eyes.
"I don't think I can take it to the root but two thirds maybe."
Meredith let out an appreciating sound and Chris gasped.
"T-two thirds?!" She looked down at Jude who blushed but didn't wait to prove himself and put his mouth over her cock and guzzled down on it. He came halfway before he got stuck. Chris was a well sized futa, eleven inches long, and she also had some girth. Jude was determined though. He'd been training with his toys, moving on to the bigger, futa sized sets a whole month ago and he knew that you had to push through when you got stuck and the throat would eventually adjust itself to the foreign object. He relaxed his throat, even though it hurt, and let Chris' cock slide in. He felt the push expanding his throat.
"ooohh, so warm," Chris moaned.
He didn't get two thirds of it in, he got all of it and his nose was buried in Chris' crotch.
"Wow" Fawlorne and Meredith exclaimed. "Look at that bulge!" Fawlorne pointed at the outline of Chris' cock on his throat.
"Amazing! You can see it go in."
Jude let go off it, he'd been close to gagging but got control of himself in the last moment. Some futas liked it when boys gagged on their cocks but it was considered the more elegant approach not to. He let his throat rest and licked her shaft up and down before he got back to it. This time he didn't go as deep but let it slide between two thirds and half the length of her cock.
Chris moaned. Her fingers sprawled as she tried to conserve her dignity but the pleasure was so intense she made silly faces.
Meredith's cock poked him in the ear and he reached up and grabbed the cocks resting on his shoulders and jerked them off. Chris trembled and bit her lip to avoid crying out in pleasure.
Jude let her go, after all they had two hours, no point then in letting her off early. Chris lost her balance and fell down on the floor.
"Are you okay?"
"So close, I almost came." A bead of sweat ran down her brow.
"No rush, I'll make you cum soon enough."
He blinked at her then to Meredith, her cock throbbing in his hand. He put it in his mouth and sucked. He didn't go slow but closed his lips and tongue around the shaft and sucked on it hard.
"ohh, so good," she moaned. Meredith was slightly longer than Fawlorne and Chris but her cock was leaner so it was easier to slide in. He wondered if he could take it all in. There was only way to find out. He relaxed his throat and pushed forward. He had to hunch forward to get the right angle and then he hit the bottom. He bobbed his head in an out a couple of times before releasing it, chest heaving as he gasped for air.
Fawlorne stroked her dick on his cheek. "Your skin is so soft Jude," she said.
He turned his head and wrapped his lips around it, pushing as far as he could. Fawlorne was thicker than the other two but not as long. Length was easier to handle than girth, up to a certain point, so it became a struggle for him to get it down his throat. He wanted to give them a deepthroat each though, so he fought off the pain and kept pressing his head forward until he hit the root. Her cock twitched and expanded his neck. It was too much for him and he gagged, pulling his head back and coughed.
"Are you okay Jude?"
"You shouldn't push yourself, we don't want to hurt you."
He looked up and smiled.
"I'm fine, just lost control for a moment."
He took turns sucking them off, taking care to avoid gagging.
Each time he got to a dick and blew, they let out a loud moan and each time he went to the next they looked with a longing at his mouth. He wished he could blow them all at the same time. Would it be possible?
Not with his skill and it could be dangerous if he tried, but he should be able to get two inside. He took Chris and Meredith's cocks and pushed them together then he tried to pop them inside. The first was easy, it was the second that became a struggle. He had to use his hands to bend up cheeks and finally he got it in. He tried to push them further inside but his teeth got in the way. They looked at him with shock.
"I gesh itsch asch far asch ig go."
It's hard to speak with a mouth full of cock.
They laughed and he let go off their cocks out and laughed with them.
"I'd like to have all of you inside me at the same time"
They exchanged a look with each other and then nodded in agreement.
"Okay, let's get you on the bed." They grabbed his limbs and carried him to the bed and he leaned his head down and sucked on Mrs Fawlorne's cock as he hovered in the air.
"Jude, even now!"
They put him down on the bed and he got up on all fours but he didn't let go of Fawlorne cock but kept blowing her, her thick cock pushing at his cheeks and extending his neck. They adjusted his position.
"Chris, would you do him the honors?" Meredith asked.
"O-okay"
Chris moved to his back and slapped her cock between his buttocks. Meredith fetched a bottle of lube and pushed the nozzle into his asshole. He drew a sharp breath as she injected him with the cool liquid.
"This will make it easier for her to enter you."
He nodded in understanding, a bottle had been included in his toy box set.
Meredith poured some on Chris' cock as well.
"Okay, you're all lubed up and Chris is ready to penetrate. It might hurt at first but try to bear with it," she turned to Chris, "Don't go deeper than half and pull out if he looks to be in too much pain". Chris nodded and looked concerned. Jude was excited though and waived his ass before her, egging her to fuck it. She rubbed her gland at his asshole to make sure there was lube all over it then pressed forward. It was a tight fit and she hesitated. She tried to thrust gently but her cock still did not enter. Jude lost his patience and decided to take matters in his own hands. The next time she thrust forward he pushed back. With an audible pop she penetrated his ass. He gasped and arched back.
"Are you okay?"
"Yes, keep pushing. I want it all inside me."
"N-no we can't. we have to be careful."
He didn't listen to her and pushed back until she was halfway in. It hurt, but it was the kind of gratifying pain that told him Chris was now deeply lodged inside his ass. He leaned forward, letting Chris do the work and reached for Fawlorne's cock and sucked her off again. It was a lovely feeling being penetrated at both ends with another cock to spare. What a spoiled boy he was.
"Good boy, good boy," Fawlorne moaned between her panting.
Jude looked up at Meredith
"Will you help me?" he asked. Meredith smiled in response and grabbed his head with both hands. The next time he went to down on Fawlorne Meredith pressed his head forward, Jude relaxed his throat and let Fawlorne's cock fill his mouth and force itself inside his throat. He wanted to lick her balls as well and tried to reach them with his tongue. Fawlorne moaned and her cock pulsed down his neck.
"I'm close Jude, so close."
He looked up at her with his big blue eyes, then he guided her hands down to his head.
"Please," he whispered, "I want it in my belly. Fill me up mommy."
Fawlorne got a mad look in her eyes and struggled to not grasp his head too hard as she thrust forward. He took it in, enjoying every inch of her and let her fuck his throat to her heart's desire. His cock was hard once more, and it twitched in response to the pleasure they subjected him to.
She cried out and buried his face in her crotch as her cock twitched, releasing her sperm deep within him. It was warm and burned his insides, filling him up.
After seven gusts she tried to pull out but Jude lunged forward and closed his throat around her to keep sucking.
She slumped back, arms hanging limb and Meredith had to support her so she wouldn't fall down.
"You can let go now," Fawlorne said, but Jude kept sucking her off.
"That's enough, there's nothing more coming out." She was forced to pry him off her cock. Jude tried to extend his neck to reach her but she held him fast.
"Oh, don't look at me like that. There's more cock to be had for you."
Chris was still fucking his ass with an intense concentration.
Fawlorne let go off him and crawled over to lay next to him.
"Mhmm, that was wonderful. If someone would have told me an eighteen year old could suck dick like that i wouldn't believe them," She kissed his cheek, "Mommy's proud of you, now show your other mother what those lips can do."
Meredith sat on her knees, cock pointing at his face. She breathed heavy and her mouth was open with drool running down the side.
Jude felt happy to see her this way, his beautiful headmistress, so eager to fuck his mouth. He wondered what the other boys would say if they knew. Both Fawlorne and Meredith were the most popular futas in school and the boys always shared their fantasies in the locker room before PE.
He leaned forward and opened his mouth for her cock. Puffing each time Chris thrust into him, he was close to cumming but he forced himself to concentrate on Meredith's cock. She grabbed his cheeks and pulled them aside as she thrust her hips forward, pushing her cock straight down his troat, all thoughts of going easy forgotten in her heat.
Chris increased her pace and grasped his hips with her hands, leaning over and putting her weight on top of him so he was almost pushed down flat on the bed. He tensed his body to carry her weight, the squats finally paying off. He ran his tongue around Meredith's shaft and arched his back to let Chris penetrate him deeper. She was nearly all the way in, having forgotten the limit of only going half the way in her pleasure. It burned, but he endured it. A pleasurable warmth spread through his loins, gut and down to the tip of his penis. Their moans rose and they dripped with sweat.
With a scream Chris thrust all the way in, the pain was so much that his entire body tensed up and it felt as if his eyes would pop out of their sockets. He had Meredith's cock all the way into his throat and when he tensed up it must have amplified her pleasure because she screamed.
"Cumming!" they shouted and soon thereafter they poured semen into his ass and throat.
The heat filling him made him cum as well and he sprayed it all over the sheetings beneath.
He could feel their cum flowing, pouring and for a moment he thought he might drown in it, but Meredith pulled out and collapsed on the bed. Her face relaxed with tears of joy streaming down her cheeks.
After the first five loads of cum Chris released into him she fell forward, pinning him down unto the bed. Her cock twitching inside his ass, still spraying sperm into his gut.
She let out a loud groan and then her body relaxed. He expected her to roll over to the side but she kept still.
"Uhm, Chris do you think we could move to a more comfortable position? It's hard to breathe."
"She's sleeping," Fawlorne said and Jude turned to see Chris snoozing with a gob of drool running out of her mouth.
She helped him move her, Chris was heavier than he thought. As they put her down on the pillow she murmured "So good, so warm. Mhmmm."
Fawlorne held a finger to her lips, gesturing them to keep quiet.
They got off the bed and Fawlorne wiped him off and then applied a soothing balm to his asshole.
"Does it hurt?" She asked, and he nodded.
"It's okay though. I will cherish this feeling."
"That's good to hear. Go lay down on the bed and rest. I'll fetch your clothes and hang them to dry in front of the fire."
He crawled back on the bed and lay down next to Meredith who was still breathing heavy, tears trickling down the corner of her eye. When she noticed him she turned and pulled him close to her chest.
"Mhmm, you smell so good."
Fawlorne returned and spread out his clothes in front of the hearth then crept up to lay next to him and pulled the blanket on top of them. She edged closer and hugged his back, shared a smile with Meredith and then they embraced with Jude in the middle.
He felt as if his head was floating on soft clouds. There was no doubt about it, there are no better pillows than a mothers' breasts.
Chris lay splayed out on the other side of the bed, murmuring in her sleep.
"So tight, it feels so good. I love you Juuude."
Fawlorne giggled and Jude felt embarrassed, but his heart fluttered.
The hearth spread its warmth and the burning logs crackled. Jude's eyelids got heavy. He could hear the soft soughing of the wind outside as they rustled the trees.
He felt at ease and he was happy.
Soon they had all drifted into sleep.