Chapter 214 - 215: Anal Pounding

Chapter 214: Chapter 215: Anal Pounding

Both climaxed together in a shattering wave of ecstasy. Carl shoved his entire length deep inside, burying his heavy seed straight into her trembling womb without a single moment of hesitation. At the exact same time, Morenne squirted such a massive torrent of her sweet love juices that it sprayed in a wide arc across the lower kitchen cabinets.

"Are you finished cooking yet, honey?" the man called out from the porch, having faintly caught the tail end of her loud, breathless cries.

"Yes, Uncle... just give us a few seconds to finally plate everything up," Owen answered smoothly, keeping his composure as he stepped around her collapsed form to dish out bowls of steaming soup and freshly baked bread dipped in rich, melted chocolate.

"Hmm, is she rummaging around down there for something?"

"Yes, Uncle. Auntie is just grabbing one final spice to give the dish that ultimate flavor," Owen replied casually, glancing down at the floor. Morenne was sprawled out completely helpless in a frog-like sprawl, her flushed cheek pressed flat against the wooden cabinet, eyes rolled entirely back into her head, and her tongue dangling loosely between her lips.

"Ehe... I feel so deliciously ruined. I love his cock so much... I squirted a whole ocean of juices... ehe..." she mumbled incoherently to herself, completely lost to the blissful void after such a violent orgasm.

’You’re completely wasted after that one. Heh, I’m sure you’re still completely drained from the previous round,’ Owen thought, knowing full well how intensely he had driven her over the edge until she lost consciousness—left only to mumble broken, depraved fragments.

"Do you mind if I finish plating and bring the food out, Uncle? Auntie is quite exhausted from standing over the stove, so I’ll take care of everything for her," Owen offered, bending down briefly to give her round ass a gentle, affectionate squeeze.

’I’d love to keep going, but there’s no way to properly fuck you in this current state,’ Owen sighed inwardly. It was a bit of a waste, but he knew when to pace himself.

"I don’t mind at all, Wen. I know how brutal the hard labor of cooking can be," the man offered a tired, appreciative sigh, completely accepting the excuse since he was notoriously terrible in the kitchen himself.

"Well, here you go, Uncle. Have a bite—I already sampled some myself while helping out in the kitchen," Owen said, setting the steaming plates neatly across the dining table.

"What special treatment! Your future wife is going to be the luckiest woman alive to have a diligent man like you."

"Haha, I wouldn’t go that far, Uncle."

"So humble, too... you’re truly cut out to be the best kind of husband in the future. Oh, by the way, I heard your best friend’s family is arriving in town soon?" The man brought up the local gossip regarding Pamela’s husband and daughter.

"Yes, Uncle, they should be arriving in a few days. The timing couldn’t be more perfect, especially since today marks the grand finale of the Festival," Owen replied, sitting comfortably across from him as he subtly worked to keep the husband’s full attention focused entirely on him.

"Good for you, son. Ah... speaking of the festival, are you planning on heading down there yourself?"

"Definitely, Uncle. We might just run into each other in the crowd."

"Then that’s wonderful. To be honest, we haven’t even figured out what kind of festivities they have planned this year... but I certainly hope it’s a fun time."

"Oh, it’s going to be unforgettable," Owen smirked darkly, knowing the final, explosive show of his grand plan was already locked in motion.

"What did you say, Wen?"

"Nothing at all, don’t worry about a single thing, Uncle, just enjoy your meal. I’m going to head back to the kitchen for a moment to clean up the mess we made."

"Thanks for all the trouble, son."

"Fret not, Uncle—I already consider you all family." Owen turned on his heel and walked briskly back into the kitchen shadows.

"Ahn... ahn..." Morenne whimpered softly from the floor.

"Shh, keep those moans down, Auntie. Do you actually have enough energy to keep going? Because I’m going to take care of the rest right here," Owen whispered, dropping down onto his knees and pressing his bare chest against the floorboards with his hardened cock fully exposed once more.

"Ngn... ahn... I don’t think I have any energy left..."

"Don’t worry, I’ll pump enough energy straight into your tight asshole to wake you right back up." Owen wasn’t about to let the opportunity slip by; leaving her anal appetite unsatisfied felt like an incomplete masterpiece.

"Ngn... o-okay... please, fuck my dirty asshole... but..."

"What is it now?"

"Is... is he actually eating out there?"

"He is. He has no clue I’ve been ravaging you the entire morning. Don’t worry, it’ll take him at least another ten minutes to finish that huge plate." Owen reached down, gently lifting her chin.

"Eheh... then... please... pound my poor asshole into dust. Here, take my spoiled pussy and my greedy rear... a woman who only lives to be broken by a big cock... my sweet love, Wen." She tried her absolute best to lift her hips off the floor to assist him, but her limbs remained too weak and rubbery to manage it.

"I’ll take care of everything while you just stay right there in that frog position," Owen murmured, grabbing a handful of her hair and dragging her hips slightly back as he aligned his thick erection directly against her tight, puckered rear.

’An anal session right now is the ultimate cherry on top... she genuinely has everything a man could ever dream of. Heh, you’re more than qualified to be my second wife, Auntie.’ Without hesitation, Owen parted the soft flesh of her left butt cheek with his free hand and slammed his entire length straight into her tight sphincter in one brutal stroke.

Thrust!

"Ngnn... ahnn... ahn... yesh... my poor asshole... ehe, fill me up right..." she mumbled into the floorboards. Her mouth, her pussy, and even her tender breasts had already been thoroughly claimed today—and now her anal passage was receiving the grand finale.

"You really do love a good anal pounding, don’t you, Auntie?"

"Ahn... yesh, I love it more than anything. Do it harder... ahh, shove every inch of your thick cock deep inside my ass, Wen... ahn, ahn!" Her neck craned upward in agonizing pleasure as Owen gripped her hair tighter to control the rhythm.

"Then howl like the filthy little slut you are for me. He is still sitting right out there, completely oblivious to everything. I’m going to pound you to my absolute fill until I’m entirely satisfied!" Owen brought his hand down in a sharp, echoing spank across her exposed rear. The loud smacking sound bounced off the kitchen walls, but the husband remained completely in the dark, happily chewing his food behind the closed wooden door.

"Ahn... ahn... fuck me harder... aahn, ahn... I love you so much, Wen!"