How The West Was Done 5 (Patreon)

It would not have taken many more pumps for Thorne to lose himself, filling her with his seed to balm the hurt he’d done filling her with his cock. But instead he cooed to her and drew back and although Claudia’s eyes were tinged with regret as his prick came away from her, still she sighed in gratitude when he left her orgasmic sex to work out everything it’d felt.

Thorne rolled off her to let her catch her breath and was unsurprised to find Sofia now padding on all fours over him, like a lioness that had run down her prey, the madame uncaring that her niece’s maidenhead was still wet and red on this man’s maleness. She wanted it and she wanted it now.

One arm went around her supple shoulders. One hand cupped a luscious breast. Sofia placed herself against him like she was freezing to death and his body was all that could warm her. She reached down and felt the throbbing hardness of his manhood, still stiffened with readiness to deflower Claudia. It was just as eager to experience her softness, her tightness.

He undressed her in such a frenzy of desire that it was a miracle none of her clothes ended up in the fireplace. Then his rough hands were finding nothing but her, wherever they felt, and all he wanted to do was squeeze her to his body until neither of them ever felt anything else.

But Thorne was as full of restraint as he was lust. His fingers moved only teasingly over the graceful curves of Sofia’s nakedness. She lowered herself to him until the cheek of her gorgeous face was against his abdominal muscles. Her pink tongue sought out the lines between them, flitted teasingly into his navel.

Thorne ran one hand through her silky hair. The other went to Claudia, the matted patch between her legs. He slowly parted the petals guarding the inside of her and entered her with one thick finger. Her moist, hot opening far more responsive now that it’d learned to sheath his cock. He let her pleasured convulsions draw his touch deeper, stroking and searching until he found places where to touch Claudia was to make her eyes roll white with ecstasy.

“Oh yes, mi amor, like that, you make it good, so good,” Claudia moaned, reaching out to the girthy base of his prick, only to find Sofia’s hand already there, lighting lines of fire up and down his length with her fingernails.

When she reached the top, the madame shucked back his foreskin, exposing the broad cockhead and brandishing it at Claudia’s face with its leaking trail of precum. Sofia’s small hand flew over his shaft, bringing more of the clear liquid to Thorne’s open glanshole and the slope of his helmet.

“Take him in your mouth,” Sofia drawled, her voice rich with arousal. “Thank him for how… thoroughly… he took away your girlhood.”

“But, Tia Sofia, that is not where God meant for a man’s appendage to go!”

Sofia threw back her head in what would’ve been a howl of laughter if she didn’t want to intimidate the girl. “Don’t speak of God until you know how good He’s made this feel for us. Lie there. Watch. I’ll show you that there’s no pain in being a woman, so long as you’re the right man’s woman…”

Swift and sure, Thorne came on top of her, bringing the throbbing knob of his hardened manhood to bear on her welcoming cleft. With the same slow care that he’d initiated Claudia into womanhood, he pushed into Sofia. Inexorably. Not stopping until he felt her pubic bone meet his own like two wineglasses clinking.

His grin was already that of a satisfied man when Thorne started to rock with Sofia, slowly and expertly ushering her into sharing his passion and his lust. Sofia took his strokes masterfully, her body writhing and jiggling with his thrusts as if quivering with all the desire trying to fit into a too-small body.

“Faster, lover! Hurry, hurry! You can’t have me this hot and keep me waiting! JACK!” Sofia screamed, but she was demanding more from him even more than she was expressing ecstasy.

Claudia laid there beside them, too close not to be a participant and yet knowing she was far from being fortunate enough to feel what Sofia was getting. She could only stay in place, speechless and spellbound, watching while Thorne gave her aunt more and more of what she’d only been able to take for less than a minute.

“Jack, my Jack,” Sofia breathed out with a shudder. “Don’t let it end, please, I don’t ever want it to end.”

“I wouldn’t let it if I didn’t have to,” Thorne panted, still railing into her with his feverish organ, pressing into her until the lips of her cunt were sucked it with the mammoth bulk of his phallus. Everything seemed to enter her throbbing passage, testing even her experienced folds. “Stay with me, Sofia, you can take it.”

Sofia pulled in all the breath she could manage and her legs rose like birds taking flight, coming up to wrap about Thorne’s waist. “Harder, papi, harder! Ruin me for other men like you’ve ruined my little sobrina! Make me COME!” she finished, her voice finally a reedy wail.

Thorne drove into her, musculature clenching powerfully with each demanding thrust. His mouth dropped to a nipple, crowning a breast so outthrust it was like an offering to some pagan idol, and he all but swallowed it, his tongue forcing the rigid bud to even greater excitement.

The floorboards creaked and groaned even through the rug. Euphoria washed over Sofia every time she was filled, while Thorne took a different kind of pleasure, far beyond the physical. It was perhaps the only thing that could delay his orgasm—the fact that he enjoyed having Sofia’s soul and sanity in the palm of his hand even more than the wet warmth of her cunt.

Claudia reached out to them. Her fingers grasped his tightly drawn scrotum. She squeezed it, setting off a tingling feeling of delight in Thorne that nearly sent him over the precipice.

“Your niece is as much a slut as you are,” he told Sofia, before plunging into her with the same amount of force he would use if he were trying to smash her body through the floor.

Yet she squealed in rapture. “Yes! Jack! Yes, yes—YES!” she finished through gritted teeth, her reddened face clearly that of a woman on the edge of delirium.

The only reason Thorne didn’t stop to see how much of an eternity he could keep Sofia at that edge was because he knew Claudia was waiting for it to be her turn once more. Now that the girl had become a woman, she was eager to enjoy herself. And he was as eager to enjoy her as he was to do so with Sofia.

Thorne shook his head. This was a family to make a man wish he had two cocks.

With a thrust that literally cracked a floorboard, Thorne sheathed himself in Sofia and she exploded into a frenzy, head flying from side to side, eyes wide as if desperate to see what could possibly be giving her so many sensations… it could not possibly be a man.

Her hands fisted, then pounded at his broad back. Her head flew forward and clamped her teeth onto the corded muscle on the side of Thorne’s neck. That would leave a mark, he thought absently. But he doubted Sofia wanted his blood, no matter how hard she bit. She’d be getting plenty of his humors soon enough.

Sofia’s hips pumped and quavered in rhythmless need. Her sharp nails dug into his back, now that she no longer had the wherewithal to strike it. Thorne rutted her harder—it was important for Claudia to understand why women went so crazy over sex.

“Oh! Si! Oh! Oh! Oh! Sé que me perdí esto! Oh—oh—oh—YESSSSSS!”

Sofia’s body cramped and she cackled to suddenly go from the pain of anticipation to magnificent release. Yet Thorne never slackened his pace, continuing to go at her like a train at full steam. He seemed to be able to feel the starbursts of Sofia’s pleasure through her riotous body. Snorting, grunting, finally laughing throatily, he achieved his own completion, rejuvenating Sofia’s delight when she felt his relief stream into her, filling her with a liquid fire that would keep alive the memory of their coupling for hours.

“Madre de Dios!” Sofia gasped, eyes momentarily crossing as a convulsive aftershock went through her. “How can I stand it when you’re away? How can I keep going without this? El Bastardo… how can you make me wait, time and time again…”

“Absence makes the heart grow fonder,” Thorne quoted, slowly reclaiming his still-erect manhood from Sofia’s well-used chamber.