Perverted Step-Dad System

My hand on Elena’s pussy moved even faster as I felt the two ladies’ tongues entangle in a passionate dance across my stiff cock.

Elena moaned breathily as a wave of ecstasy crashed through her. She bit her lip one final time as her orgasm rocked through her, destabilizing her movements and causing her legs to tremble uncontrollably.

Her breathing was uneven as she tried to recover from the orgasm that was still rocking through her.

”That’s enough...” I said gently to the two girls beneath me, and they immediately stopped their sloppy movements.

Both women looked at me at the same time, submissiveness in their gazes.

I lowered both my hands and rubbed their chins. A pleased smile appeared on my face.

I couldn’t deny how impressed I was, especially with Olivia.

She was almost just as good as Sophie despite having no prior experience when it came to sucking my dick.

With just a few words of guidance from Lila, she had already gotten the hang of it. It was truly astonishing.

”So... who wants to be the first?” My gaze moved over all three women.

Lila and Olivia were kneeling submissively, and Elena was still recovering from her orgasm.

”I... I’ll go first...” Elena replied in a faint voice, still a little shaky.

She stepped forward and was just about to climb onto the bed and spread her ass when her daughter stopped her.

”No, mom...” Surprisingly, Lila slapped her mom’s plump ass, causing the fat flesh to jiggle hypnotically, then she pushed herself forward and continued, ”You’ve already cum. Let someone else have some fun.”

Her eyes lowered toward her mother’s crotch, and a look that displayed her exact thoughts appeared on her face.

Elena’s face flushed slightly. She wanted to refute it, but seeing the look on her daughter’s face, her breath caught in her throat.

That look was as though her daughter was directly saying, ”I didn’t think you’d be this much of a slut. Can’t you let others have some fun as well?”

Olivia watched the interaction between the mother and daughter in silence, unable to say anything herself.

She felt as though saying anything in that position would only reveal the fact that she wanted to be the first to get fucked.

She bit her rosy lips, and the shadows in the room flickered imperceptibly, reacting to her emotions.

Elena quietened and lowered her eyes meekly, her cheeks as flushed as ever.

”Why don’t we play a game?” I sat on the bed and said it with an even expression, causing all three women to look at me in surprise and curiosity.

They were wondering what game I had in mind. It was unlike me to suggest games while we were having intercourse.

Still, I didn’t want to give any of the women the impression that I liked one above the other.

If it were my daughters, it would have been a different case entirely, since I loved my daughters above everything else.

”The game will be divided into three categories.”

”The first category has to do with who can dance best. The next is whose pussy tastes best, and finally...” A contemplative smile appeared on my face as I said softly, ”the first to bring themselves to orgasm.”

All three women widened their eyes in surprise upon hearing my words.

They glanced at each other, a look of competitiveness appearing in every one of their gazes.

Olivia nervously twisted her fingers at her sides where she knelt.

She didn’t know how to dance, so she felt she might lose the first round.

Lila showed a more confident smile. She was confident in winning all three spots.

On the other hand, her mother wasn’t as confident about dancing or bringing herself to orgasm.

The latter mainly stemmed from the fact that she had orgasmed twice in quick succession.

The former stemmed from the fact that she wasn’t as young and alluring as her daughter.

Elena couldn’t help but silently compare herself to her daughter, wondering if she had a sexier body than her.

”The first phase of the competition begins...” I said slowly, leaning backwards on the bed until my back touched the cool surface of the empress behind me.

I did not need to say anything else. The three of them understood.

Elena was the first to move. She rose from the floor with a slightly unsteady grace, still flushed from the orgasm I had just pulled out of her. Her heavy breasts swayed as she straightened, nipples tight and dark, a thin shine of her own wetness still coating the inside of her thighs. She looked at me once, then at her daughter, then she began to move.

It was not a polished dance. It was slower, heavier, the kind of movement a woman uses when she knows every curve of her body is being judged and she still wants to win. She rolled her hips in a wide, lazy circle, letting her ass bounce with each shift of weight. The motion made her pussy lips part and close. A thick string of love juice stretched between them, then snapped. It ran down the inner curve of her left thigh in a slow, glistening trail that reached her knee before she even completed the first turn.

Lila laughed under her breath.

She did not wait for her mother to finish. She stepped in front of Elena and started moving immediately, faster, sharper, the way a younger body moves when it wants to prove something. Her ass was tighter, higher. When she dropped into a squat and rolled her hips upward, her pussy was already dripping so heavily that a clear droplet left her and hit the floor with a small wet sound. Another followed. Then another. She kept dancing as if she had not noticed, but the look she threw her mother said she had noticed everything.

Olivia stayed on her knees a second longer than the other two. Her fingers twisted together. Then she stood as well.

She did not know the steps. That much was obvious. What she had instead was the kind of body that made even clumsy movement look filthy. She copied Lila’s squat a beat late, thighs spreading wider than she meant them to. Her pussy was already soaked from watching and from the way my cock had been in her mouth. When she rose again, a thin splash of her juices left her and struck the side of Lila’s calf.

Lila looked down at the wet mark, then up at Olivia.

”You’re leaking on me already,” she said, voice low and pleased.

Olivia’s face burned. She did not answer. She kept moving.

They circled the space in front of the bed. Three naked women moving for me, none of them touching each other yet, all of them leaking. Elena’s heavier breasts swung with each roll of her shoulders. Every time she turned, another slow ribbon of her cum ran from her slit down the back of her thigh and dripped off the underside of her ass. Lila’s was thinner, clearer, and it flew farther. When she spun on the ball of one foot, a fine spray left her and dotted Elena’s hip and the floor between them. Olivia’s came in sudden little bursts whenever her legs closed and opened again, as if her body could not decide whether to hide or show itself.

The room began to smell of them.

I watched without speaking. My cock was still wet from their mouths and it stayed hard against my stomach while they danced. Elena’s eyes kept dropping to it. Lila’s never left it. Olivia glanced at it, then at the other two women, then back at it, her throat working.

Elena tried to match her daughter’s pace and failed. Her legs were still weak. When she dropped lower, her juices ran in a thicker stream and splattered audibly against the floorboards. A few drops even reached the edge of the bed. She bit her lip and kept going, face burning, because stopping would mean she had already lost.

”Mom,” Lila said, still dancing, ”you’re making a mess.”

Elena’s breath caught.

”I... I can’t help it,” she whispered.

Lila smiled and pushed harder. She turned her back to me, bent at the waist, and rolled her ass in a slow figure eight. Her pussy was fully visible from behind, swollen, shiny, a constant slow drip leaving her and falling between her feet. She reached back with both hands, spread herself open for a second so I could see how wet she was, then let go and kept dancing as if that had been nothing.

”See?” she said over her shoulder. ”That’s how you show him.”

Olivia made a small sound in her throat.

She tried the same bend. Her balance was worse. When she spread herself, a heavier gush left her and ran down both thighs at once, then flew outward when she straightened too fast. Some of it hit Lila’s lower back. Some of it hit Elena’s breast.