Despite multiple orgasms, Frances was still tight. Bobby slammed into her willing body, her legs splayed wide in wanton invitation as she lay on her back. Her inner walls clenched around him with surprising strength given how thoroughly he'd already used her.
"Fuck! Yes!" Frances cried, her aristocratic composure completely abandoned. Her head thrashed against the pillows, dark hair fanning out in disarray. "Harder! Make my daughter see what she's in for!"
Catherine Howard knelt beside the bed, her naked body still glistening with sweat and traces of Bobby's earlier release. Her eyes remained fixed on the point where Bobby's substantial cock disappeared repeatedly into her mother's body. The wet, obscene sounds of their vigorous coupling filled the chamber—flesh slapping against flesh punctuated by Frances's increasingly uninhibited moans.
"Look at your mother," Bobby growled, gripping Frances's hips with bruising force as he increased his pace. "Look how she takes cock like a common tavern slut despite her noble title."
Frances laughed breathlessly, the crude description clearly arousing her further rather than offending her aristocratic sensibilities. "Yes! I'm your slut! Your whore! Your fucking cum bucket!" Each vulgar declaration was punctuated by a particularly deep thrust that made her entire body jolt upon the mattress.
Catherine's eyes widened at her mother's crude language—a stark contrast to the carefully composed noblewoman who navigated court politics with such calculation. This raw, animalistic side of Frances Howard represented something entirely new despite their apparently extensive intimate discussions.
"You like watching, don't you?" Bobby addressed Catherine directly, his voice dropping to a dangerous register while maintaining his punishing rhythm inside Frances. "Seeing your noble mother reduced to begging for cock."
"Yes," Catherine admitted, her voice barely above a whisper as she continued staring at their joined bodies. "It's... illuminating."
Bobby laughed harshly, the sound containing genuine amusement despite the brutal pace he maintained. "Illuminating," he repeated mockingly. "Such a scholarly assessment of your mother getting thoroughly fucked."
He shifted angle slightly, driving upward with each thrust to hit the spot he knew drove Frances to particular heights of pleasure. The effect was immediate—Frances's back arched almost painfully, a keening wail escaping her throat that seemed barely human in its intensity.
"There! Right fucking there!" she gasped, her body trembling as pleasure built rapidly toward another climax. "Don't stop! God! Just like that!"
Bobby maintained the precise angle, his stamina apparently inexhaustible despite their extended activities. "This is what you want, isn't it?" he demanded, his voice rough with deliberate crudeness. "My cock pounding this greedy cunt until you can't remember your own name?"
"Yes!" Frances agreed without hesitation, her aristocratic dignity completely forgotten in the face of overwhelming physical pleasure. "Fuck me! Use me! Fill this hungry cunt with your seed!"
Catherine shifted slightly, her thighs pressing together in unconscious response to her own building arousal as she watched her mother's complete abandonment. The contrast between Frances Howard's carefully cultivated court persona and this creature of raw need fascinated her beyond mere physical response.
Bobby's hands moved from Frances's hips to her breasts, groping the impressive flesh with deliberate roughness that drew another cry from her throat. His fingers found her nipples, pinching and twisting the sensitive peaks with calculated pressure that balanced perfectly between pleasure and pain.
"Your tits are still magnificent despite your age," he observed crudely, emphasizing the vulgarity for Catherine's benefit. "Perfect fucking handfuls."
Frances moaned at both the physical stimulation and the deliberately crude assessment. "They're yours," she gasped between powerful thrusts. "Everything's yours! My tits, my cunt, my mouth—use them however you want!"
Bobby increased his pace further, the bed frame creaking ominously beneath their vigorous activity. The wet sounds of their coupling grew louder—Frances's abundant arousal easing his passage despite her body's continuing tightness around his substantial girth.
"Going to fill this greedy cunt," he growled, his rhythm becoming more urgent as his own release approached. "Pump you so full of cum it drips down your thighs for hours."
"Yes!" Frances agreed eagerly, her body meeting each thrust with perfect counterpoint despite the brutal pace. "Fill me! Mark me inside! Let her see what she's getting!"
Catherine's breathing quickened noticeably at this explicit exchange, her hand unconsciously moving between her own thighs though she didn't quite touch herself yet—maintaining that final boundary despite her evident arousal.
Bobby noticed this subtle movement with predatory awareness despite his focus on Frances. "Your daughter's getting wet just watching," he observed cruelly. "Another Howard slut in the making, desperate for cock just like her mother."
Frances laughed between gasps of pleasure, her head turning toward Catherine with triumphant satisfaction despite her physically subordinate position. "Of course she is," she agreed breathlessly. "Howard women have always known what we want and how to get it."
Bobby's rhythm faltered slightly as his climax approached, his impressive control finally beginning to slip after the extended sexual marathon. "Taking your mother's cunt," he growled, deliberately crude for maximum impact on Catherine's sensibilities. "Filling her with enough cum to breed a dozen bastards if she weren't too old."
The deliberately harsh assessment of Frances's age, rather than offending her, seemed to push her toward her own climax. "Yes!" she agreed shamelessly. "Flood this old cunt! Make it overflow with your seed!"
Their mutual release arrived with perfect synchronicity—Bobby driving forward with a final powerful thrust that buried him completely inside Frances's spasming body as pleasure crashed through both their systems simultaneously. Frances's eyes rolled back, her entire body arching off the mattress as her inner walls pulsed rhythmically around Bobby's invading length.
"Fuck!" The explosive expletive tore from Bobby's throat as his cock jerked violently inside Frances, pumping rope after rope of thick seed deep within her trembling body. His hands gripped her thighs with bruising force, holding her spread wide as he emptied himself inside her with seemingly supernatural abundance.
Time seemed suspended for several heartbeats as they remained locked together in mutual climax—Frances continuing to milk Bobby's pulsing cock with practiced internal muscles that extended his pleasure far beyond normal duration. Catherine watched with fascination as her mother's entire body trembled through extended release, small aftershocks continuing to ripple visibly across her sweat-slicked skin.
Eventually, Bobby began to withdraw—slowly, deliberately, ensuring Catherine could see every detail of the obscene connection that joined her mother's body with his. As his substantial shaft emerged inch by glistening inch, evidence of their shared release became immediately apparent—thick white fluid following his retreat, spilling from Frances's well-used opening in copious amount that far exceeded normal human production.
"Jesus Christ," Catherine whispered, unable to contain her astonishment at the sheer volume. A thick river of pearly fluid flowed from her mother's body, pooling on the sheets beneath her spread thighs in visible evidence of Bobby's supernatural capacity.
"Your mother takes cock well," Bobby observed clinically, his hand moving to stroke his still-hard shaft despite having just experienced powerful release. "Years of practice evident in her performance."
Frances laughed breathlessly, making no move to close her legs or hide the obscene display of Bobby's seed flowing from her thoroughly used body. "Worth every moment of practice," she agreed, her voice hoarse from extended vocal expression of pleasure. "Nothing compares to being filled so completely."
Bobby's attention shifted fully to Catherine, who remained kneeling beside the bed with evident fascination. "Clean me," he commanded simply, gesturing toward his cock still glistening with the combined evidence of their activities.
Catherine hesitated only momentarily before leaning forward, her tongue extending to taste the mixture of Bobby's release and her mother's intimate flavor coating his substantial length. The salt-sweet combination drew a small sound of surprise from her throat, though not displeasure.
"That's it," Bobby encouraged, his hand moving to tangle in her hair. "Clean my cock like a good daughter."
The deliberate continuation of their earlier roleplay sent visible shivers through Catherine's naked body. She increased her efforts, her tongue tracing the prominent veins of Bobby's shaft with growing enthusiasm despite the taboo nature of both the act itself and the incestuous scenario they had constructed around it.
"She's a natural," Frances observed with evident satisfaction, pushing herself up on her elbows despite her evident exhaustion. Bobby's seed continued to flow from her well-used opening, staining the sheets beneath her with visible evidence of their vigorous coupling.
Catherine's cleaning transformed gradually into more deliberate oral attention—her lips closing around the head of Bobby's cock as she continued tasting their combined essence. To Bobby's genuine surprise, his cock responded with immediate hardening despite his recent powerful release.
"It's still rock hard," Catherine observed with undisguised amazement, pulling back briefly from her ministrations. Her fingers wrapped around Bobby's shaft, confirming its continued rigidity with experimental squeezes that drew a grunt of appreciation from his throat.
"I told you," Frances confirmed triumphantly, shifting to a sitting position that caused more of Bobby's seed to spill from her body in pearly rivulets down her inner thighs. "Superhuman recovery. No ordinary man could maintain such readiness after multiple releases."
Catherine's eyes fixed on Bobby's face, something determined hardening in her expression despite her continued blush. "I want you to fill me the same way," she stated with unexpected directness. "Right now."
Bobby raised an eyebrow, genuinely surprised by her boldness despite knowing Frances's calculated preparation. "You should maintain your maidenhead for your future husband," he observed, deliberately playing the role of responsible guardian despite his evident arousal. "That's not me, regardless of your mother's matrimonial campaign."
Catherine shook her head firmly, something almost defiant entering her expression. "I'd rather experience it now than spend my life disappointed," she countered with surprising pragmatism. "No husband I might eventually acquire could possibly match..." her eyes dropped meaningfully to his substantial erection, "...certain aspects of what you offer."
Frances laughed, moving closer to her daughter with proprietary familiarity. "She's absolutely right," she agreed, her hand moving to stroke Bobby's cock alongside Catherine's. "Better to know true fulfillment at least once than spend a lifetime wondering what might have been."
Bobby chuckled, something genuinely appreciative entering his expression at Catherine's direct approach. "So determined," he observed, studying her with renewed interest. "Very well. If you're certain that's what you want, I'll give you exactly what you're asking for."
Catherine nodded firmly, though slight trembling in her lower lip betrayed nerves beneath her decisive exterior. "I'm certain," she confirmed, her voice steadier than might be expected given the momentous decision she had just articulated.
"On the bed," Bobby directed, his tone shifting to something more commanding. "Let me show you what proper preparation feels like before we proceed to the main event."
Catherine complied immediately, moving to position herself where her mother had lain moments earlier. The sheets beneath her still bore damp evidence of Frances's multiple orgasms and Bobby's abundant release, though this detail seemed to arouse rather than repulse her based on her quickened breathing as she settled onto the mattress.
Bobby positioned himself between her spread thighs, his expression shifting to something more clinical despite his evident arousal. "Most men would simply take what you're offering without proper preparation," he observed, his fingers tracing light patterns along her inner thighs that made her shiver visibly. "That approach guarantees pain without compensatory pleasure."
"I know," Catherine acknowledged, her voice dropping to near whisper. "Mother explained the mechanics thoroughly."
Bobby's eyebrow raised again at this confirmation of Frances's explicit educational approach, though he said nothing in direct response. Instead, his fingers continued their exploratory path upward, finally reaching the damp curls at the apex of Catherine's thighs.
"Already wet," he observed clinically, his fingertips gathering evidence of her arousal. "Watching your mother's thorough fucking clearly affected you beyond mere intellectual curiosity."
Catherine's blush deepened, though she maintained eye contact with remarkable composure. "I found it... extremely arousing," she admitted, the confession clearly difficult despite her previous boldness. "More than I had anticipated."
"Honesty," Bobby approved, his fingers finally making direct contact with her most intimate flesh. "Essential for proper sexual education."
Catherine gasped at the first external touch, her hips lifting involuntarily toward the source of unexpected pleasure. Bobby's fingers explored with practiced precision—tracing her outer lips before gently parting them to access the sensitive flesh within.
"Remarkably responsive," he observed, his thumb finding her clitoris with unerring accuracy. The gentle circular pressure drew another sharp inhale from Catherine, her eyes widening at the intensity of sensation.
Frances positioned herself beside her daughter, her hand moving to caress Catherine's breast with maternal familiarity that nonetheless carried explicitly sexual undertones. "I told you she's naturally sensitive," she informed Bobby with evident pride. "Responds to the slightest stimulation with impressive enthusiasm."
Bobby continued his methodical exploration, his fingers gradually approaching Catherine's entrance without immediately breaching it. "Virginity is primarily psychological construct rather than meaningful physical barrier," he explained, his tone shifting to something almost educational despite the explicitly sexual nature of their activity. "The hymen typically stretches rather than tears when properly approached."
Catherine nodded her understanding, though her focus clearly wavered as Bobby's skilled fingers continued their methodical attention to her increasingly sensitive flesh. "Mother explained the anatomical realities," she confirmed breathlessly. "Though theory differs significantly from practical experience."
"Indeed it does," Bobby agreed, finally allowing one finger to press gently against her entrance without fully entering. "Deep breath now. Relaxation minimizes discomfort during initial penetration."
Catherine complied, consciously relaxing her body as Bobby's finger slowly breached her virgin opening. Her sharp intake of breath suggested momentary discomfort, though no pain severe enough to trigger genuine distress.
"Good girl," Bobby praised, his finger advancing with careful patience despite his evident arousal. "Your body accepts invasion more readily when you remain relaxed."
Frances continued her attentions to Catherine's breasts, her fingers rolling and pinching the hardened nipples with surprising expertise. "She's practiced with her own fingers," she informed Bobby with characteristic directness. "Though nothing approaching your particular dimensions."
Bobby raised an eyebrow at this explicit confirmation of Catherine's self-exploration, though his focus remained primarily on the careful penetration he currently enacted. His finger had fully entered her now, remaining motionless to allow her body time to adjust to the unfamiliar invasion.
"How does it feel?" he inquired, studying Catherine's expression with genuine interest despite the clinical nature of his current approach.
"Strange," Catherine admitted after brief consideration. "Not painful, precisely. More... unfamiliar fullness." Her hips shifted slightly, unconsciously seeking deeper penetration despite her verbal uncertainty. "Not unpleasant, though."
"Good," Bobby approved, gradually beginning to move his finger in shallow thrusting motions. "Discomfort typically transforms into pleasure as your body adjusts to invasion."
Catherine's breathing quickened as Bobby's movements gradually increased in depth and speed. When his thumb simultaneously returned to her clitoris, applying gentle circular pressure in perfect counterpoint to his penetrating finger, her reaction proved immediate and visceral—a gasping cry escaping her throat as pleasure shocked through her system.
"Extraordinarily responsive," Bobby observed with genuine appreciation, adding a second finger to his methodical penetration. The additional girth created momentary resistance, though Catherine's abundant natural lubrication eased the way after initial adjustment.
"I told you," Frances reminded him with evident satisfaction, her attention shifting between Catherine's increasingly vocal responses and Bobby's skilled manipulation of her daughter's virgin body. "Howard women share certain innate qualities regarding physical pleasure."
Bobby ignored this commentary, focusing entirely on Catherine's reactions as he continued preparing her body for the substantially more significant invasion to follow. His fingers established a steady rhythm, curling slightly to locate the most sensitive spot along her inner wall with practiced precision.
When he found it, Catherine's entire body jerked in surprised response—her eyes flying wide as pleasure unlike anything she had previously experienced crashed through her system. "Oh my God!" The exclamation burst from her lips without conscious volition, her aristocratic composure completely abandoned in the face of unexpected sensation.
"There it is," Bobby confirmed, maintaining steady pressure against that particular spot while his thumb continued its attentions to her increasingly sensitive clitoris. "Most men never discover this location exists, much less how to properly stimulate it."
Catherine couldn't formulate coherent response as Bobby continued his precise manipulations, her body responding with increasingly urgent movements as pleasure built rapidly toward unfamiliar peak. Her hands clutched at the sheets beneath her, seeking anchor against the overwhelming sensations radiating outward from where Bobby's fingers penetrated her virgin body.
"Let go," Bobby encouraged, his voice dropping to hypnotic register that seemed to bypass conscious thought. "Allow the pleasure to take you wherever it leads."
The combination of physical stimulation and verbal permission pushed Catherine over the edge she had been rapidly approaching. Her first orgasm from another's touch crashed through her with stunning intensity—her inner walls clamping around Bobby's invading fingers with pulsing contractions as pleasure radiated outward in waves that transformed her expression into mask of absolute surprise.
"Fuck!" The explicit expletive escaped her lips without conscious thought, her aristocratic elocution completely abandoned as her body experienced pleasure beyond anything her own explorations had previously achieved. "Oh fuck! Oh God!"
Bobby maintained his attentions through her climax, extending the pleasure with practiced skill until Catherine's body began trembling from overwhelming sensation. Only then did he gradually slow his movements, though his fingers remained inside her as aftershocks continued to ripple through her system.
"Significantly more intense than self-stimulation, I gather," he observed dryly as Catherine's breathing eventually began returning toward normal rhythm. Her expression contained lingering astonishment at the intensity of what she had just experienced.
"Incomparably so," she confirmed breathlessly, her body still occasionally twitching with residual pleasure. "Nothing in mother's descriptions adequately prepared me for that particular sensation."
Frances smiled with evident satisfaction despite not directly participating in Catherine's climax. "Some experiences defy verbal description," she observed, her fingers continuing to trace idle patterns across Catherine's flushed chest. "No matter how explicit the attempt might be."
Bobby slowly withdrew his fingers from Catherine's body, studying the abundant evidence of her arousal coating them with clinical interest. "Your response suggests significant natural capacity for pleasure," he acknowledged, bringing his fingers to his mouth to taste her essence directly.
Catherine watched with fascination as Bobby deliberately sampled her most intimate flavor, his expression suggesting genuine appreciation rather than mere performance. "You taste exquisite," he informed her with characteristic directness. "Sweet with subtle complexity that reflects your youth and health."
Before Catherine could formulate response to this explicit assessment, Bobby lowered his head between her spread thighs. The first broad stroke of his tongue against her sensitive flesh drew a shocked cry from her throat—the sensation exponentially more intense than his fingers had been, particularly given her recent climax had left nerve endings hyperaware of all stimulation.
"Oh!" The exclamation contained equal parts surprise and pleasure as Bobby's tongue explored her with methodical thoroughness. His previous finger penetration had prepared her body somewhat, though the warm, wet flexibility of his tongue created entirely different sensations that quickly rebuilt her arousal despite recent release.
"He's exceptionally skilled with his mouth," Frances informed her daughter with evident expertise born from personal experience. "Capable of producing multiple climaxes in rapid succession through oral attention alone."
Catherine couldn't formulate coherent response as Bobby's tongue circled her clitoris with practiced precision before dipping lower to explore her entrance more thoroughly. The combination of techniques created building pleasure that rapidly approached another peak despite her recent powerful orgasm.
"It feels..." she gasped, struggling to articulate the overwhelming sensations cascading through her system. "So much better than when I've done it myself. So much more intense."
Bobby hummed against her sensitive flesh, the vibration adding another dimension to the pleasure he methodically constructed. His tongue alternated between broad strokes that covered her entire sex and precisely targeted flicks that focused intense sensation on her most sensitive points.
"She tastes divine," he observed, briefly lifting his head to address Frances directly. "Sweet and responsive. Your daughter has remarkable natural gifts in this particular area."
Frances beamed with evident maternal pride despite the explicit nature of this assessment. "Howard women have always possessed particular aptitude for carnal pleasure," she confirmed without hesitation. "Catherine especially shows natural talent that exceeds even my considerable capabilities."
Bobby returned his attention to Catherine's increasingly responsive body, his tongue penetrating her virgin opening with firm strokes that mimicked the more significant invasion to follow. The explicit nature of this activity, combined with Frances's continued attention to her breasts, quickly pushed Catherine toward another climax despite her novice status.
"I'm going to..." she gasped, her hips lifting involuntarily toward Bobby's persistent mouth. "Again. Already. How is that possible?"
"Female bodies lack male recovery limitations," Bobby explained briefly before returning to his methodical oral attention. "Multiple orgasms in rapid succession represent natural capability when properly stimulated."
This educational observation, delivered between explicitly sexual activities, somehow perfectly encapsulated Bobby's approach to Catherine's initiation—combining practical instruction with intense physical pleasure in ways that engaged both her intellectual curiosity and her body's awakening responses.
Her second climax arrived with even greater intensity than the first—her body arching dramatically off the mattress as pleasure crashed through her system in waves that seemed to radiate outward from her core. Bobby maintained his oral attention throughout, his tongue continuing to stimulate her most sensitive flesh until the pleasure became almost unbearable in its intensity.
"Its...!" Catherine finally gasped, her hands pushing weakly at Bobby's head as overwhelming sensation transformed from pleasure to near-pain. "Too much! Please!"
Bobby immediately respected this boundary, withdrawing his mouth from her oversensitized flesh while maintaining light, soothing strokes along her inner thighs. "Sensitivity increases dramatically immediately following climax," he explained, his tone shifting back toward educational despite the explicitly sexual context. "Learning to communicate boundaries represents essential aspect of satisfying sexual experiences."
Catherine struggled to regain her breath, her body still trembling with aftershocks following two powerful climaxes in rapid succession. Frances leaned down to kiss her daughter's flushed forehead with surprising tenderness given the explicitly sexual nature of their current activities.
"You're doing beautifully," she praised, her hand stroking Catherine's sweat-dampened hair with maternal affection that somehow didn't diminish the erotic atmosphere. "Natural talent evident in your responses."
While Catherine recovered from her intense experiences, Frances shifted toward Bobby with characteristic directness. Without preamble, her mouth found his—tasting her daughter's essence on his lips and tongue with enthusiastic appreciation rather than hesitation.
"She tastes exquisite," Frances confirmed after their explicit kiss concluded. "Youth and vitality evident in her flavor."
Bobby nodded agreement, though his attention remained primarily on Catherine's still-trembling form. "Are you ready to proceed to the main event?" he inquired directly, his substantial erection remaining prominent despite having focused entirely on Catherine's pleasure thus far. "Or would you prefer additional preparation?"
Catherine pushed herself up on her elbows, her expression showing determination despite her body's evident exhaustion following multiple intense orgasms. "I'm ready," she insisted, though slight tremor in her voice betrayed lingering nervousness beneath her confident assertion. "I want to experience everything Mother has described so thoroughly."
Bobby positioned himself between her spread thighs, his impressive cock looking impossibly large compared to Catherine's slender form. Frances immediately recognized potential difficulty in this significant size disparity, moving to provide assistance with characteristic practicality.
"Guide him in," she instructed her daughter, positioning Catherine's hand on Bobby's substantial shaft. "Controlling initial penetration provides better psychological experience than passive acceptance."
Catherine complied, her fingers wrapping around Bobby's cock with experimental pressure that drew appreciative grunt from his throat. With careful movements, she guided his substantial head toward her virgin entrance—the evidence of her multiple orgasms providing natural lubrication that glistened on her pink flesh.
"Go slowly," Bobby advised, maintaining perfect control despite evident arousal. "Allow your body to adjust gradually rather than forcing immediate complete penetration."
Catherine nodded understanding, positioning his broad head against her opening with surprising steadiness given the momentous nature of this particular boundary crossing. When she applied gentle pressure, encouraging initial penetration, her sharp intake of breath suggested discomfort despite their extensive preparation.
"It's so big," she whispered, genuine concern entering her expression as the head of Bobby's cock began stretching her virgin entrance beyond anything his fingers had previously achieved. "I don't think it will fit."
"It will," Frances assured her with absolute certainty born from personal experience. "The female body possesses remarkable adaptability when properly aroused and gradually introduced to significant dimensions."
Bobby remained perfectly still, allowing Catherine to control the pace despite his evident desire for deeper penetration. "Breathe," he reminded her, his voice steady despite the exquisite sensation of her virgin tightness gradually accepting his initial invasion. "Relaxation facilitates acceptance."
Catherine consciously focused on her breathing, gradually applying more pressure that allowed Bobby's substantial head to breach her entrance completely. The stretching sensation drew another gasp from her throat—not quite pain but intense fullness that bordered discomfort despite their careful preparation.
"That's it," Bobby encouraged, still making no move to thrust forward despite having partially entered her virgin body. "Take your time. Allow complete adjustment before proceeding further."
Frances watched with fascinated attention, her hand moving to Catherine's exposed clitoris to provide additional stimulation that might ease the discomfort of initial penetration. The gentle circles she applied drew immediate response—Catherine's body relaxing noticeably as pleasure began counterbalancing the stretching sensation of Bobby's invasion.
"It feels... overwhelming," Catherine whispered, her eyes wide with mixture of discomfort and arousal as her body gradually accepted more of Bobby's substantial girth. "So much fuller than your fingers. Than anything I've experienced."
"Initial penetration often creates such impression," Bobby acknowledged, carefully easing slightly deeper as her body gradually relaxed around him. "The sensation transforms as your body accommodates the invasion."
With exquisite patience, he established gentle rocking motion—withdrawing slightly before pressing forward again, each movement gaining perhaps quarter-inch of additional penetration. This methodical approach allowed Catherine's virgin body to adjust gradually without the tearing pain that might have resulted from more forceful entry despite her evident natural lubrication.
"You're taking him beautifully," Frances encouraged, her fingers continuing their attentions to Catherine's clitoris while her other hand caressed her daughter's breast with practiced expertise. "Barely halfway and already accepting him better than most experienced women manage."
This explicit maternal coaching during her daughter's defloration would have shocked conventional society regardless of class or station. Yet the practical guidance clearly helped Catherine navigate this intense experience—her body gradually relaxing as combined pleasure from Frances's skilled fingers and the increasingly pleasurable stretching of Bobby's careful penetration transformed her initial discomfort into something approaching genuine enjoyment.
"More," she eventually whispered, her hips lifting slightly in unconscious invitation for deeper penetration. "I think I can take more now."
Bobby complied, his controlled advance continuing with remarkable patience despite the exquisite sensation of her virgin tightness gradually accepting his invasion. Each gentle thrust gained slightly more depth until approximately two-thirds of his substantial length had disappeared into Catherine's trembling body.
"Enough for now," he determined, recognizing her physical limitations despite her evident determination to accommodate him completely. "Your body needs time to adjust before attempting complete penetration."
With careful control, he established gentle rhythm—shallow thrusts that never withdrew completely nor attempted greater depth than Catherine had already accepted. This measured approach gradually transformed her expression from concentrated focus on accommodating his size to genuine pleasure as her body adapted to his significant dimensions.
"It's starting to feel..." she gasped, struggling to articulate the evolving sensations as discomfort gave way to unexpected pleasure. "Good. Different than before but increasingly pleasurable."
"Perfect," Bobby approved, maintaining his careful rhythm while studying her expressions with genuine interest despite his own evident arousal. "Physical responses developing exactly as they should for optimal experience."
Frances continued her attentions to Catherine's exposed clitoris, her practiced circles providing additional stimulation that enhanced the gradually building pleasure of Bobby's controlled penetration. This maternal assistance during her daughter's first sexual experience represented extraordinary departure from conventional propriety, yet the practical benefit for Catherine's experience proved undeniable as her discomfort transformed increasingly into genuine enjoyment.
"Kiss her," Bobby instructed Frances, recognizing additional stimulation might further ease Catherine's remaining discomfort. "Distraction through multiple pleasure sources facilitates complete acceptance."
Frances complied immediately, leaning down to capture her daughter's mouth in explicitly sexual kiss that went far beyond maternal affection. Their tongues visibly intertwined as Frances's hand continued working between Catherine's spread thighs, her experienced fingers maintaining steady pressure on her daughter's clitoris while Bobby's cock stretched her virgin channel with careful persistence.
The combined stimulation—Bobby's measured thrusts gradually stretching her internally while Frances's skilled fingers attended her most sensitive external point and their explicit kiss provided additional arousal—created building pleasure that finally overwhelmed Catherine's remaining discomfort. Her body responded with increased natural lubrication that eased Bobby's careful penetration, allowing him to gradually increase both depth and tempo of his controlled thrusts.
When Frances finally broke their kiss, Catherine's expression had transformed completely—discomfort replaced by genuine pleasure as her body fully adapted to Bobby's substantial invasion. "It feels..." she gasped, her hips beginning to move instinctively in counterpoint to Bobby's measured rhythm. "So much better than I expected. The fullness is becoming intensely pleasurable."
"You've accepted approximately three-quarters of my length," Bobby informed her clinically despite the intensely intimate nature of their connection. "Remarkable achievement for initial penetration, particularly given my dimensions."
This factual assessment of her progress, delivered during such explicitly sexual activity, somehow perfectly embodied Bobby's approach to Catherine's sexual initiation—combining practical information with physical pleasure in ways that engaged both her intellectual curiosity and her body's developing responses.
"I want all of you," Catherine declared with unexpected determination, her initial discomfort apparently forgotten as pleasure continued building with each careful thrust. "I want to take everything Mother can handle."
Bobby raised an eyebrow at this ambitious declaration, though appreciation registered in his expression. "Admirable goal," he acknowledged, "though perhaps not immediately achievable given physiological realities."
Nevertheless, he gradually increased both depth and force of his penetration—testing Catherine's limits with careful control that prioritized her comfort despite his evident desire for complete entry. To his genuine surprise, her body continued accepting his invasion with remarkable adaptability, gradually accommodating more of his substantial length than seemed physically possible given her slender frame and virgin status.
"Extraordinary natural capacity," he observed with genuine appreciation as Catherine's body eventually accepted nearly his entire length despite the significant physical disparity between them. Only the final inch remained outside her trembling body—a remarkable achievement that drew expressions of genuine surprise from both Bobby and Frances.
"I told you she's exceptional," Frances reminded him with evident pride, her fingers still working between Catherine's spread thighs though their direct contact with her clitoris had become less necessary as penetration itself increasingly provided sufficient pleasure. "Howard women possess natural gifts that exceed conventional expectations."
Bobby established new rhythm now that Catherine had accepted nearly his complete length—deeper, more substantial thrusts that still maintained careful control rather than the punishing force he had used with Frances earlier. This measured approach allowed Catherine's body to continue adapting while experiencing increasing pleasure rather than potential discomfort from excessive enthusiasm.
"How does it feel?" he inquired directly, studying her expressions with genuine interest despite his own building pleasure from her exquisite tightness around his invading cock. "Describe the sensation as precisely as possible."
Catherine struggled to articulate her experience, her aristocratic vocabulary seemingly inadequate for the intense physical sensations currently overwhelming her system. "Fullness beyond anything I imagined possible," she finally managed between increasingly rapid breaths. "Stretching that borders between discomfort and intense pleasure. Pressure against places inside that create sensations I cannot properly describe."
Bobby nodded understanding, shifting angle slightly to ensure his penetration stimulated her most sensitive internal areas with each careful thrust. The adjustment proved immediately effective—Catherine's eyes widening as pleasure intensified dramatically with this simple change in position.
"Oh!" The exclamation escaped her lips without conscious thought, her body responding with involuntary tightening around Bobby's invading length. "That's... that feels..."
"Internal stimulation of your most sensitive areas," Bobby explained clinically despite the explicitly sexual context. "Proper angle ensures maximum pleasure from penetration rather than merely accommodating male satisfaction."
This educational observation, delivered while actively engaged in deflowering a virgin noblewoman, somehow perfectly encapsulated Bobby's approach to sexual initiation—combining practical instruction with intense physical pleasure in ways that prioritized female experience alongside male gratification.
Frances recognized opportunity in Catherine's increasingly enthusiastic responses, her hand moving from external stimulation to more exploratory touches—fingers tracing the stretched flesh where Bobby's substantial cock disappeared into her daughter's body with each powerful thrust. This explicit maternal participation in Catherine's defloration represented extraordinary departure from conventional propriety, yet the practical benefit proved undeniable as Catherine's pleasure continued building toward another potential climax despite the initially challenging penetration.
"Is this how you imagined it would feel?" Bobby inquired directly, his pace gradually increasing as Catherine's body fully adapted to his significant dimensions. His question contained genuine curiosity despite the intensely physical nature of their current connection.
"No," Catherine admitted breathlessly, her body moving instinctively to meet each of his increasingly powerful thrusts. "It's so much better than imagination could possibly construct. More intense. More overwhelming. More..."
Words failed her as pleasure continued building beyond her capacity for articulation. Bobby recognized the approaching climax in her quickening breath and involuntary tightening around his invading length, shifting position slightly to maximize stimulation of her most sensitive internal areas.
"You're close," he observed, maintaining perfect control despite his own building pleasure from her exquisite tightness. "Another orgasm approaching rapidly."
Catherine nodded wordlessly, her capacity for coherent speech apparently abandoned as pleasure built toward unprecedented peak. This climax would differ significantly from her previous experiences—originating from internal stimulation rather than external attention, promising intensity beyond what his fingers and tongue had previously produced despite their considerable effectiveness.
"Let it happen," Bobby encouraged, his rhythm perfectly calibrated to maximize her building pleasure. "Surrender to the sensation without attempting to control or direct it."
This permission, combined with his precisely targeted stimulation, pushed Catherine over the edge she had been rapidly approaching. Her climax crashed through her with stunning intensity—her inner walls clamping around Bobby's invading cock with pulsing contractions that drew appreciative grunt from his throat as her entire body tensed beneath him.
"Fuck!" The explicit expletive escaped her lips without conscious thought, her aristocratic composure completely abandoned as pleasure overwhelmed her system. "Oh God! It's so intense!"
Bobby maintained his careful rhythm through her climax, extending the pleasure with practiced skill while still exercising remarkable control over his own building release. Only when Catherine's most intense spasms began subsiding did he gradually increase his pace—establishing more powerful rhythm that signaled shift from prioritizing her initiation toward seeking his own satisfaction.
"Perfect," he praised as Catherine's breathing eventually began normalizing despite continued aftershocks rippling visibly across her flushed skin. "Your body responded beautifully to initial penetration despite challenging circumstances."
This clinical assessment, delivered while still actively thrusting inside her trembling body, somehow failed to diminish the intimate connection they had established through this explicit activity. Instead, Catherine's expression showed genuine appreciation for his methodical approach that had transformed potentially painful defloration into overwhelmingly pleasurable experience despite the significant physical disparity between them.
"Now I can focus on my own satisfaction," Bobby informed her directly, his pace gradually increasing toward something more resembling the vigorous coupling Catherine had observed earlier with Frances. "Having ensured your body is properly prepared for more substantial activity."
Catherine nodded understanding, her hands moving to grip his forearms as his thrusts gained both depth and power beyond the careful control he had previously maintained. "Yes," she encouraged breathlessly, her body still trembling with aftershocks from her powerful climax. "Use me however you want. Use me... father."
The word hit Bobby like a physical blow. His cock twitched violently inside Catherine's tight channel, her deliberate taboo provocation striking the exact nerve she'd identified earlier. There was something terrifyingly perceptive about this girl—something that saw past all his careful control to the raw desires underneath.
"You dangerous little minx," he growled, abandoning the clinical approach he'd maintained during her initiation. His hips snapped forward in a thrust so powerful it drove her several inches up the bed. "You know exactly what buttons to push, don't you?"
Catherine's smile was positively wicked despite her flushed innocence. "Only observing what works, father," she purred, deliberately emphasizing the taboo term. "A good daughter pays attention to what pleases her father, doesn't she?"
"Fuck," Bobby muttered, his carefully maintained composure fracturing under her deliberate provocation. The last traces of educational restraint dissolved, replaced by something primal and hungry that had been lurking beneath the surface throughout their encounter.
Frances laughed in delighted appreciation from beside them. "I told you she was dangerous," she reminded Bobby, watching her daughter's extraordinary manipulation with maternal pride. "Clever beyond her years in all the ways that matter."
Bobby shot Frances a silencing glare before returning his attention to Catherine, whose body remained impaled on his substantial length. The lesson was over. The careful introduction to sexuality had served its purpose. What remained was raw, reckless abandonment—exactly what Catherine had been angling for with her deliberate provocations.
"You want to be fucked like a proper slut?" he growled, his hips pulling back until just the head of his cock remained inside her before driving forward with brutal force that made her entire body jerk. "Like the shameless little whore you clearly are beneath that scholarly facade?"
"Yes!" Catherine gasped, her fingers digging into his forearms as the powerful thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure radiating through her system. "Use me like you use mother. Like all the court ladies. Show me what it really means to be yours."
Bobby's control snapped completely. His hips established a punishing rhythm that bore no resemblance to the careful, educational penetration he'd used during her initiation. Each powerful thrust drove his substantial cock to her very depths, reshaping her virgin channel to accommodate him completely regardless of her previous anatomical limitations.
"Take every fucking inch," he commanded, his voice dropping to a dangerous register that brooked no resistance. "Let daddy reshape this tight little cunt to fit his cock perfectly."
Catherine's eyes widened at the sudden change in both pace and language, though her body responded with immediate enthusiasm—additional wetness easing his brutal pace despite her previous virginity. Her hips lifted to meet each powerful thrust, instinctively seeking greater connection despite the overwhelming intensity.
"Yes, daddy!" The words tumbled from her lips without conscious thought, some primal part of her recognizing exactly what fuel would stoke his desire to even greater heights. "Fuck your little girl's tight cunt! Make it yours forever!"
Frances watched this transformed interaction with fascinated attention, her hand moving between her own thighs as renewed arousal built from witnessing her daughter's complete surrender to Bobby's dominant possession. The explicit incestuous roleplay would have shocked conventional society beyond comprehension, yet the Howard women embraced it with characteristic adaptability—recognizing the power this particular taboo held over their extraordinarily experienced partner.
"She's a natural," Frances observed with unmistakable pride, her fingers working her own sensitive flesh as she watched Bobby claim her daughter with increasing ferocity. "Better at this than I ever was, even with years of practice."
Bobby ignored Frances's commentary, focusing entirely on Catherine's increasingly vocal responses as he maintained his punishing pace. The bed frame creaked ominously beneath them with each powerful thrust, the entire mattress shifting with the force of their coupling.
"You're going to come again," he stated rather than asked, recognizing the signs in her quickening breath and involuntary tightening around his invading cock. "Going to come all over daddy's cock like the greedy little slut you are."
"Yes!" Catherine agreed shamelessly, her aristocratic composure completely abandoned in the face of overwhelming physical pleasure. "I'm your slut! Your whore! Your little girl who loves daddy's big cock stretching her tight cunt!"
The explicit language flowing from those innocent-looking lips somehow intensified Bobby's arousal beyond rational measure. This girl—barely eighteen and a virgin less than an hour ago—had somehow identified and exploited his most carefully hidden desires with terrifying precision. The contrast between her scholarly demeanor and this raw, shameless surrender created cognitive dissonance that heightened every sensation to nearly unbearable intensity.
"Fucking take it," he growled, driving into her with renewed force that made her entire body shake beneath his assault. "Take every inch. Let it reshape you. Mark you from the inside so no other man will ever satisfy you after this."
Catherine's climax built with frightening speed, her body responding to both the physical stimulation and the psychological dominance Bobby exerted with each crude command. When pleasure finally crashed through her system, the sound that escaped her throat barely resembled anything human—a keening wail that might have alarmed anyone beyond their chamber walls had they been within hearing distance.
"DADDY! YES! FUCK! CLAIMING ME! YOUR GIRL! YOURS!" The fragmented exclamations burst from her lips between gasping breaths as her inner walls clamped around Bobby's invading cock with pulsing contractions that bordered painful intensity in their grip.
Bobby maintained his relentless pace through her climax, extending the pleasure with practiced skill while still pursuing his own release with single-minded determination. Catherine's orgasm seemed to trigger something primal within him—some deeply buried instinct that demanded completion inside this tight young body that had surrendered so completely to his possession.
"Going to flood this tight little cunt," he growled, his rhythm becoming more urgent as his own release approached. "Fill my little girl with so much cum it'll drip down her thighs for hours."
"Yes!" Catherine agreed eagerly despite her near-delirium from continued orgasmic pleasure. "Fill me! Mark me inside! Make me yours forever!"
The explicit encouragement pushed Bobby over the edge he'd been rapidly approaching. With a final powerful thrust, he buried himself completely inside Catherine's trembling body as pleasure crashed through his system. His cock jerked violently as release erupted from his depths, pumping rope after rope of thick seed directly against her virgin womb with supernatural abundance that far exceeded normal human production.
"FUCK! TAKING IT! TAKING EVERY DROP!" Bobby's explicit exclamation echoed through the chamber as his climax continued well beyond normal duration, filling Catherine's tight channel until excess began seeping around their still-joined bodies despite the tight seal his substantial girth created against her entrance.
The warmth flooding her most intimate depths triggered another unexpected climax for Catherine—a secondary wave of pleasure crashing through her system as Bobby's seed painted her insides with liquid heat that seemed to burn pleasure directly into her core. Her entire body convulsed beneath him, limbs trembling uncontrollably as overwhelming sensation threatened to consume her completely.
"So much," she gasped, her eyes wide with astonishment as Bobby's release continued filling her beyond what seemed physically possible. "How can there be so much?"
Bobby made no attempt to answer this breathless query, focusing instead on maintaining their connection as his climax gradually subsided to gentle pulses rather than explosive jets. He remained fully embedded within her trembling body, allowing her to ride out the intense orgasmic pleasure his unprecedented release had triggered.
"Good girl," he murmured, his tone shifting to something almost tender despite the explicit nature of their recent activities. "Taking daddy's seed so perfectly. Just like you were made for it."
Catherine's expression contained equal parts exhaustion and wonder, her body occasionally twitching with aftershocks that rippled visibly across her flushed skin. Her hands had fallen limp beside her head, all strength apparently drained by the intensity of multiple orgasms in rapid succession.
"I can feel it," she whispered, her voice containing genuine awe rather than mere performance. "So warm. So deep inside me. So much of it."
Bobby remained motionless above her, allowing her body to accommodate the substantial volume of his release while still maintaining their intimate connection. Only when her most intense aftershocks had subsided did he finally begin slowly withdrawing—his still semi-hard cock emerging inch by glistening inch from her thoroughly used body.
As the substantial head finally slipped free, evidence of their shared pleasure immediately followed—thick white fluid flowing from Catherine's well-used opening in copious amount that far exceeded normal human production. The pearly river ran down the curve of her ass to pool on the sheets beneath her spread thighs, visible proof of Bobby's supernatural capacity.
"Christ," Frances whispered, staring at the extraordinary volume with something approaching reverence despite having experienced similarly abundant releases herself on numerous occasions. "You've absolutely flooded her."
Bobby didn't respond to this obvious observation, his attention focused on Catherine's thoroughly debauched form spread before him on the rumpled sheets. Her chest heaved with each recovering breath, the substantial breasts that had remained largely untouched during their vigorous coupling rising and falling in hypnotic rhythm that drew his renewed attention.
Catherine struggled to regain her composure, though her body remained limp with exhausted satisfaction as Bobby's seed continued flowing from her well-used opening. "That was..." she began, words apparently failing her as she sought adequate description for what she had just experienced.
"Just the beginning," Bobby informed her directly, his gaze shifting to Frances with unmistakable command. "Clean me."
Frances moved immediately to comply, her mouth eagerly finding his semi-hard cock still glistening with the combined evidence of their activities. Her tongue traced his length with practiced expertise, gathering the mixture of his release and Catherine's virgin essence with enthusiastic thoroughness that suggested genuine appreciation for the combined flavor.
"Such a perfect mixture," she observed between long licks that gradually restored Bobby's length to full hardness despite his recent powerful release. "Her sweetness and your abundance. Exquisite combination."
Bobby's hand tangled in Frances's hair, controlling her oral attention with casual dominance while his gaze remained fixed on Catherine's recovering form. "There are other unexplored areas we haven't yet addressed," he observed clinically, though the renewing hardness beneath Frances's attentive tongue belied his detached tone.
Catherine pushed herself up on her elbows, wincing slightly at residual soreness from their vigorous coupling yet showing remarkable recovery given the intensity of what she had just experienced. "What other areas?" she inquired, genuine curiosity evident in her tone despite her evident exhaustion.
Bobby gently pushed Frances aside, her cleaning duties apparently completed to his satisfaction as he moved to straddle Catherine's torso just below her substantial breasts. His cock stood proudly erect once more, showing no sign of diminishment despite his recent powerful release.
"These magnificent tits have been criminally neglected," he observed, his hands moving to cup the impressive flesh with appreciative firmness. "Most men in England focus exclusively on cunt, ignoring the multitude of pleasurable possibilities available elsewhere on a woman's body."
Catherine glanced down at her own breasts with evident surprise, as though seeing them through new perspective given Bobby's explicit appreciation. While not as voluptuous as her mother's more mature figure, Catherine's chest displayed impressive fullness for her slender frame—the pale mounds topped with pink nipples still hardened from their recent activities.
"How would you use them?" she inquired, her academic curiosity apparently extending to this previously unconsidered aspect of sexual education despite her recent thorough initiation.
"Like this," Bobby demonstrated, pushing her breasts together to create channel between them before positioning his substantial cock in the valley he had formed. With experimental thrust, he slid his length through the tight passage, the head emerging from the top of her cleavage with each forward movement.
"Oh!" Catherine's exclamation contained genuine surprise rather than displeasure, her eyes widening at this previously unconsidered use of her body. "I hadn't realized this was possible."
Bobby established gentle rhythm, his cock sliding smoothly between her pressed breasts with each careful thrust. "Every part of your body represents potential instrument of pleasure," he explained, his educational tone returning despite the explicitly sexual nature of their current activity. "Unlike most men here who enjoy sex purely through vaginal penetration, discarding countless opportunities for varied experience."
Catherine's expression shifted to something approaching scholarly interest despite their explicit position—that remarkable combination of intellectual curiosity and physical response that made her so uniquely fascinating. "Show me how to participate actively," she requested, her analytical mind apparently seeking more than passive acceptance of this new technique.
"Press your breasts together firmly," Bobby instructed, removing his hands to allow her to take control of the process. "Create tight channel for maximum friction and visual appeal."
Catherine complied with impressive adaptability, her hands replacing Bobby's to compress her substantial breasts around his invading cock. The pressure she applied created snug passage that enhanced both physical sensation and visual impact as his substantial length repeatedly emerged from her cleavage with each forward thrust.
"Like this?" she inquired, seeking confirmation that her technique matched his expectations. The earnest desire for approval despite the explicitly sexual nature of their activity somehow perfectly encapsulated Catherine's unique combination of scholarly dedication and physical enthusiasm.
"Perfect," Bobby confirmed, his pace gradually increasing as her confidence with this new technique developed. "Many men find this particularly stimulating due to visual component combined with physical sensation."
Frances watched from beside them, her expression showing fascinated attention despite having witnessed this particular technique on numerous previous occasions. "She's a natural at this too," she observed with evident maternal pride. "Adapts to new concepts with remarkable speed."
Bobby ignored Frances's commentary, focusing instead on Catherine's increasingly confident manipulation of her own body to enhance his pleasure. The tight channel she created between her pressed breasts provided exquisite friction that gradually rebuilt his arousal despite his recent powerful release inside her virgin channel.
"I'll eventually blast all over your face," he informed her with characteristic directness. "When I'm ready to come, you'll open your mouth and look up at me like a good obedient daughter."
Catherine's cheeks flushed at this explicit instruction, though her hands never faltered in their attentive compression of her breasts around his invading cock. "Yes, father," she agreed, deliberately emphasizing the taboo term that she had correctly identified as particularly arousing for him. "Whatever pleases you."
The continued roleplay pushed Bobby's arousal higher despite his recent climax, his pace gradually increasing between Catherine's pressed breasts as pleasure built toward another release. The head of his cock emerged from her cleavage with each thrust, occasionally brushing against her chin in rhythmic counterpoint that created additional stimulation for both participants.
"Such a good girl," Bobby praised, his voice dropping to that dangerous register that had accompanied his most intense moments during their earlier coupling. "Learning exactly how to please daddy with every part of your body."
Catherine responded to this praise with visible pleasure despite the crude nature of both their activity and Bobby's explicit language. "I want to be perfect for you," she admitted, her voice containing genuine eager sincerity rather than mere performance. "To please you in ways no other woman has managed before."
Frances made a sound suspiciously like stifled laughter from beside them. "Ambitious girl," she observed dryly. "Given the extensive catalogue of women he's already sampled."
Bobby shot Frances a silencing glare before returning his attention to Catherine, whose eager participation in this new sexual technique had rapidly rebuilt his arousal toward another imminent release. "I'm close," he warned, his rhythm becoming more urgent between her compressed breasts. "Open your mouth and look up at me like a good obedient daughter begging for daddy's cum."
Catherine complied immediately, her lips parting while her eyes locked on Bobby's face with perfect submission that somehow maintained dignity despite the explicitly degrading nature of their current activity. This remarkable balance—complete physical surrender while retaining fundamental self-possession—represented perhaps her most impressive quality.
"Perfect," Bobby approved, his cock sliding between her pressed breasts with increasing urgency as release approached rapidly. "Going to cover that pretty face with so much cum you'll barely be able to see."
"Yes, daddy," Catherine encouraged, her voice dropping to sultry register that belied her previous innocence. "Please give it to me. I've been such a good girl for you."
The deliberate continuation of their incestuous roleplay pushed Bobby over the edge he'd been rapidly approaching. With a final thrust between her pressed breasts, he positioned the head of his cock just inches from her upturned face as pleasure crashed through his system in explosive release.
The first rope of thick white fluid erupted with surprising force, splattering across Catherine's forehead and into her hair in pearly streaks that immediately began running down her flushed cheeks. The second followed with equal abundance, painting her nose and one cheek with evidence of Bobby's supernatural capacity despite his recent powerful release inside her virgin channel.
"Fuck!" Bobby growled, his hand moving to his cock to direct the continuing pulses of his climax. One shot directly into Catherine's waiting mouth, coating her tongue with his bitter-salt essence before the next landed across her parted lips and chin in glistening ropes.
The seemingly endless release continued with remarkable abundance—rope after rope of thick seed decorating Catherine's upturned face in pearly abstract patterns that gradually covered every inch of her features in glistening evidence of Bobby's pleasure. Throughout this extraordinary display, she maintained perfect position—mouth open, eyes locked on his face, hands still compressing her breasts despite the awkward angle this required given their positions.
"So much," she whispered when his release finally began subsiding to gentle pulses rather than explosive jets. Her voice contained genuine wonder rather than discomfort despite being nearly unintelligible through the substantial coating that covered her lips and filled her mouth. "How can there still be so much?"
Frances pouted visibly from beside them, her expression showing envious disappointment despite having received similar treatment on numerous previous occasions. "I want to enjoy that sensation too," she complained, eyeing the extraordinary volume coating her daughter's features with undisguised longing. "It's been like hours since you've painted my face properly."
"Shut up for a moment, you damn slut," Bobby growled without heat, his attention remaining focused on Catherine's thoroughly decorated features. "Let me enjoy the moment."
Bobby gazed down at Catherine Howard's defiled face, his cum dripping from her chin onto her ample breasts. She blinked through the thick white mess coating her eyelashes, her mouth still partially open as ropes of his seed connected her upper and lower lips. For someone experiencing her first sexual encounter, she showed remarkable composure—no disgust, no shock, just a kind of fascinated acceptance that bordered on enthusiasm.
"You're enjoying this far too much for a virgin," he observed, studying her cum-splattered features with clinical interest.
Catherine's tongue darted out to collect a particularly thick glob from her lips. "Perhaps I'm simply... adaptable," she suggested, her voice muffled by the substantial coating across her mouth.
"Dangerously so," Bobby agreed, reaching down to grip his still-hard cock. "Open wider."
She complied instantly, her lips parting as Bobby guided his semi-rigid length into her waiting mouth. The head pushed through the messy coating of cum still decorating her face, creating obscene wet sounds as he fed more of himself between her lips.
"Clean me thoroughly," he instructed, his tone shifting to something more paternal despite the explicitly sexual nature of their activity. "Your secondary education functions begin tomorrow. For now, I'm interested in assessing your natural aptitude for certain basic skills."
Catherine's eyes sparkled with determination as she closed her lips around his shaft, sucking with surprising vigor for someone who'd only performed this act for the first time less than an hour ago. Her tongue worked methodically around his length, gathering the remnants of his release with thorough attention to detail.
"Fucking hell," Bobby muttered as Catherine increased her suction, her cheeks hollowing dramatically as she pulled more insistently on his cock. "Your mother was right about your learning curve."
Frances watched from beside them, her expression showing smug satisfaction despite her earlier complaint. "I told you she's exceptional," she reminded him, her hand moving between her own thighs as she observed her daughter's enthusiastic oral attention. "Takes to new skills with remarkable natural ability."
Bobby ignored Frances's commentary, focusing instead on Catherine's increasingly confident technique. For a complete novice, she demonstrated extraordinary adaptability—varying pressure and suction based on his subtle reactions, using her tongue with intuitive precision against his most sensitive areas. Either she possessed genuine natural talent, or Frances had provided far more comprehensive "preparation" than she'd explicitly acknowledged.
When Catherine had thoroughly cleaned his length, Bobby withdrew from her eager mouth with an audible pop. "Lie down," he instructed Frances without looking at her. "On your back. I'm going to fuck those magnificent tits and plaster your whore face with enough cum to drown a lesser woman."
Frances complied immediately, settling onto her back with practiced efficiency. She pressed her impressive breasts together without being instructed, creating the perfect channel for Bobby's renewed attention.
"Come watch this," Bobby told Catherine, positioning himself to straddle Frances's chest. "Educational demonstration on alternative stimulation techniques."
Catherine moved beside them, kneeling at Frances's shoulder for optimal viewing angle. Her face still glistened with traces of Bobby's earlier release despite her attempts to clean it, giving her a thorough debauched appearance that contrasted sharply with her otherwise innocent features.
Bobby thrust forward between Frances's compressed breasts, his substantial cock sliding through the tight channel with practiced ease. "Your mother's tits were clearly designed for this specific purpose," he observed crudely, establishing a vigorous rhythm that made Frances's entire upper body rock with each powerful movement. "Perfect fucking size and firmness despite her advanced years."
"Advanced years?" Frances protested with mock indignation, though her hands never faltered in their task of keeping her breasts firmly compressed around Bobby's invading cock. "I'm still in my prime, you absolute bastard."
"Shut your mouth unless you're using it on my balls," Bobby countered without heat, the crude exchange evidently familiar territory between them. "Save your breath for cleaning cum from your eyelashes when I'm done painting that aristocratic face."
Catherine watched this explicit interaction with fascinated attention, her eyes tracking the rhythmic emergence of Bobby's cock from her mother's cleavage with each powerful thrust. Rather than turning away from this crude display, she shifted position to see more clearly, her tongue unconsciously wetting her lips as she observed.
After several minutes of observation, Catherine moved behind Bobby, her hands tentatively touching his back in exploratory caresses. The unexpected contact drew a grunt of surprise from his throat, though he made no move to discourage her exploration.
Her fingers traced the perfectly defined musculature of his back and shoulders with appreciative wonder, mapping each contour like a scholar studying particularly fascinating text. When her hands ventured lower to cup his buttocks, Bobby's rhythm between Frances's breasts momentarily faltered.
"Fucking hell," he muttered as Catherine's exploratory touches grew bolder, her fingers tracing dangerously close to more intimate areas with each passing moment. The combination of physical stimulation from Frances's compressed breasts and Catherine's increasingly adventurous exploration created uniquely intense pleasure that tested even his superhuman control.
Catherine leaned forward, her breath warm against Bobby's ear as her hands continued their exploration of his perfect physique. "I love this education, Daddy," she whispered, her voice dropping to sultry register that contained none of the scholarly precision she'd demonstrated earlier. "Learning exactly how to please you with every part of my body... how to serve your needs... how to be your perfect little girl."
The explicit continuation of their incestuous roleplay, combined with Catherine's unexpectedly bold physical exploration, blindsided Bobby's normally impeccable control. His cock jerked violently between Frances's breasts, a premature spurt of seed escaping to streak across her chest before he could fully register his body's betrayal.
"Fuck!" The explosive expletive burst from his lips as he struggled to regain control, the early release threatening to undermine his carefully maintained dominance. "You dangerous little minx."
Catherine's soft laugh tickled his ear, her fingers still exploring with increasing boldness. "Did I do something wrong, Daddy?" she asked with deliberately exaggerated innocence. "I'm just trying to learn everything I can about pleasing you."
Frances felt the warm splatter across her chest and immediately recognized what had happened. "Did she actually make you lose control?" she asked with undisguised delight, her hands never faltering in their compression of her breasts around his still-rigid length. "That's fucking unprecedented."
"Shut up," Bobby growled, though there was no genuine anger in his tone—only surprised respect for Catherine's unexpected talent for pushing precisely the right buttons. "Both of you shut your fucking mouths unless you're using them on my cock."
Catherine's hands moved around to Bobby's chest, her body pressing against his back as she continued her exploration. The sensation of her still-sensitive nipples rubbing against his back created additional stimulation that further tested his recovering control.
"You feel so perfect," she murmured, her fingers tracing the defined musculature of his chest and abdomen with scholarly precision that somehow remained explicitly sexual. "Like something crafted rather than born."
Bobby increased his pace between Frances's breasts, determined to regain control of this situation that had momentarily slipped from his grasp. The wet, slick channel created by her compressed flesh provided exquisite friction that rapidly rebuilt his arousal toward proper climax despite the premature leakage Catherine had triggered with her unexpected provocation.
"Going to absolutely cover your mother's face," he informed Catherine, his voice dropping to that dangerous register that had accompanied his most intense moments. "Every fucking inch of it. Then you're going to help her clean it up like the shameless sluts you both clearly are."
"Yes, Daddy," Catherine agreed eagerly, her continued use of the taboo term deliberate provocation rather than accidental slip. Her hands ventured lower, tracing the sharply defined muscles of Bobby's abdomen with appreciative wonder. "Whatever you want."
Frances maintained perfect pressure around Bobby's thrusting cock, her experience evident in the precise compression she applied to create optimal sensation. "Fill me up," she encouraged shamelessly, tilting her chin to provide better target for his approaching release. "Cover this whore face like you promised."
The crude encouragement, combined with Catherine's continued exploration of his perfect physique, pushed Bobby rapidly toward proper climax. His rhythm became more urgent between Frances's compressed breasts, each thrust driving his cock through the tight channel with increasing force that made her entire upper body rock beneath him.
"Fuck! Here it comes!" he growled, withdrawing from Frances's cleavage to position himself over her upturned face. One hand gripped his cock, stroking the full length with brutal efficiency as pleasure crashed through his system in explosive release.
The first rope of thick white fluid erupted with supernatural force, splattering across Frances's forehead and into her hair in pearly streaks that immediately began running down her flushed cheeks. The second followed with equal abundance, painting her nose and both cheeks with evidence of Bobby's remarkable recovery despite his previous multiple releases.
"Jesus Christ!" Frances gasped as rope after rope continued painting her features with extraordinary volume that defied biological possibility. The seemingly endless release covered every inch of her face in glistening white fluid, quickly obscuring her features beneath the copious coating.
Throughout this extraordinary display, Catherine remained pressed against Bobby's back, her hands continuing their exploratory caresses with increasing boldness that verged on deliberately provocative. Her fingers traced dangerous close to his groin, not quite touching his most intimate areas yet suggesting future explorations that would likely cross that particular boundary without hesitation.
"So much," Catherine whispered in genuine amazement as Bobby's release finally began subsiding to gentle pulses rather than explosive jets. "How can there still be so much left after everything you've already given us?"
Bobby didn't bother answering this rhetorical query, focusing instead on ensuring Frances had received every last drop of his seemingly endless production. When the final pulses had subsided, her face was completely covered in thick white fluid—every aristocratic feature hidden beneath the copious coating that dripped down her chin onto her still-compressed breasts.
"Clean her," Bobby commanded Catherine, his tone leaving no room for hesitation or refusal. As he watched the Howard women share his cum once more. His cock regained its completely hardness. "It's going to be long night, you damn sluts."