WARNING WARNING! Before you read this story, please be aware it may contain things that may offend you. It includes the following: polygamy, possible dubious consent, some interesting kinks such as lactation, infantilism, etc. This story is a far cry from my others, but what's the point of writing if you don't stretch your wings every now and then? If you are easily offended, turn away now. I warned you. If you're not easily offended, please enjoy!

The sound of their breath is heavy in his ears as he moves above them. His fingers trace the warm skin on both of their bodies, but no hands reach out for him. No hands brush his skin unless the slight touch is an accident, but even then it sends such a chill up his spine that he has to keep himself from letting go at that very moment.

Their hands, their mouths, are all over each other, as they usually are. They have accepted him into their tiny circle of intimacy, but they are often too caught up in each other to even remember that he is present, though that doesn't stop him from having his enjoyment. They may be caught up in each others' breathless whimpers and groans, but his hands on their skin bring him the attention that he so craves from them, and both sets of hazy eyes travel up to look at him.

"It's my turn," he tells them, his breath heavy. There is a moment of silence before one of them sighs.

"Of course, baby. Lay down."

He is too caught up in his passion to distinguish which of the women is speaking to him, but he does as he is instructed and slides to the mattress. His eyes half-closed, he feels one of them slide onto his lap. It isn't until his eyes flutter open that he realizes it's Wendy, watching him with lust-filled eyes, her hair falling into her face.

Lana is sitting on her knees beside Wendy, her stomach moving with each heavy breath she takes. His eyes travel between her legs, licking his lips at the dark view. Lana has already had her release courtesy of Wendy's mouth, and he knows what that does to the other woman. He can imagine the sopping wetness between her thighs, her labia still flushed and pulsing with each heartbeat.

He feels Wendy straddle him and his head falls back, her legs on either side of his hips. He feels her hand find his erection and she runs her fingertips over it, causing him to jerk his hips up against her. Her weight on him eases for a moment and he suddenly feels himself being lined up against Wendy's moist heat before she is sinking onto him.

The groan escapes his lips just as Wendy sighs as well, and the sound of both of them feeling such ecstasy at the same time is nearly too much for him. He feels Wendy's muscles clench around him at the same time that he feels more weight upon his legs. His eyes open to find Lana sitting behind him, her fingers working quickly between Wendy's legs as she rises and falls of him. One hand snakes around to her nipple, pinching it and rolling it with her fingers and Wendy catches her hand, their fingers curling together.

He watches the woman's face as she moves on him, thrusting his hips just as she comes down to meet him, their hips pressing together. Her mouth falls open just as he feels her spasm from the inside, and he can't deny the fact that it feels fucking incredible, though at the same time he despises the fact that in his mind, it's Lana's fingers that are causing Wendy such pleasure. He wants to use his hands to push Lana's out of the way; he wants to be the one causing his lover such ecstasy, but the rush of pleasure starts to build in his stomach and his thoughts are no longer coherent.

He doesn't care where the pleasure is coming from suddenly, just that it continues and doesn't stop. Wendy is rocking against him, his erection pressing into her so deeply that his eyes roll into the back of his head. He starts to grunt softly just as he sees Lana's teeth bite gently against the skin on Wendy's shoulder, and the simple touch is enough to send Wendy over the edge. She is moaning her release, slamming her hips against his as her muscles begin to contract around him. The pleasure is too much and he feels himself releasing within her, his hot seed spurting into the warm, wet cavity as his hips jerk against her. She is whimpering softly, coming down from her orgasm, her hips twitching with sensitivity, but she doesn't even attempt to slide off of him until he feels himself softening inside her.

She raises herself from him and slips off his lap, followed in turn by Lana. They move so fluidly together that they almost appear to be one, and as he turns to them, he sees his semen glistening between Wendy's thighs. The sight is almost enough to make him hard again, but he sees their lips meeting each other in soft, sweet kisses and he wants to be involved. He pulls Wendy away from Lana just slightly, leaning in against Lana's still nude body to capture her open mouth in a kiss. She sighs softly against his lips and he finds Wendy's head, curling his fingers in her dark hair and pulling her down with them.

He can't kiss both of them at once, obviously, but Wendy places soft kisses on his shoulders until he turns to her, kissing her so hard that it leaves both of them breathless. Once their kisses are spent, he settles between the two women, their arms and legs draped lazily over each other. These moments are just as satisfying for him as the sex. These intimate times between them are almost more personal than when he is inside either of them, because lust rules them before their orgasms. The simple desire to be close to each other is all that matters after their bodies are spent.

There is a hushed but comfortable silence between them until Johnny starts to cry from his bedroom. Oliver starts to shift, but Lana pulls herself from their bed, slipping into her thin white robe and tying a loose knot.

"I'll get him," she says softly into the dim light of the room, "I need to feed him, anyway." Her words ignite another flame of passion inside of Oliver as he thinks of being fed from her breast, being so close to Lana in such an intimate way that isn't sexually motivated in the least. It's one of his favorite things to do, and recently he has gotten Wendy into it, as well. The bonding it provides between the three of them is absolute and undeniable, though the sight of Lana with their son pressed to her breast is nearly as breathtaking.

When he is left alone with Wendy, he turns to her, his fingers tracing the soft curves of her bare stomach.

"You're next, Wendy," he speaks softly to her, and he sees the crooked grin that curls her lips.

"You think so?" She wonders, her fingers resting on top of his large hand.

"I do," he replies, his voice barely above a whisper, "I think I may have put a child inside of you tonight."

She sighs softly, her fingernails gently skimming his hand and then the soft skin of her stomach.

"Do you think Lana will be upset?" She asks, and her voice is suddenly full of worry.

"Why would she be upset?" He questions, propping his head up with one hand, both of them still nude beneath the light sheet Wendy has suddenly pulled up around them.

"If I get pregnant before she does again," she answers softly, "or if I get pregnant at all?"

"Wendy," he speaks her name dryly, his palm lying flat on her belly. "Johnny is barely seven months old. I'm sure Lana is in no hurry to be pregnant again so quickly. Besides, she's still breast-feeding, and... it's your turn."

Wendy's face turns to him in the darkness, her eyes lighting up at his words.

"Yeah?" She sniffs quietly. "I've always wanted to be a mother."

"You are a mother," he tells her now, his gaze focused on hers. "We have a perfect son together, the three of us."

"Not biologically-" Wendy begins to protest, but his finger is on her lips before she can finish.

"We are a family," he tells her. "Lana, you, Johnny, and me. The four of us. And soon," he rubs small circles on her bare stomach, "The five of us." He licks her collar bone and traces down her body, leaving a trail of kisses on the way before ending at her stomach. His head rests lightly against the home of his child. "I think you'll give me a baby girl."

"A baby girl?" Wendy smiles down at him, "I've always wanted a little girl. What would we name her?"

"I'm not sure," he responds, "I haven't decided yet."

"Oh," she is quiet for a moment as his hands explore her belly. He knows there is already a life growing inside of her. There must be. He gave Lana a perfect child, and Wendy has wanted one so desperately now for months. He is determined to create a child within her, and he knows that with as much as he is inside her, the time will come sooner rather than later.

"Well, I guess I can wait a while longer for it to happen," she tells him, rolling over on her side so that her breasts are pressed against his bare chest. "Besides, I've got you, baby." He feels her nipples hard on his chest and groans softly, his hand moving up her slim hip.

"I am your baby," he responds, moving onto his back as she slides onto his lap again, maintaining eye contact with him. "You said you'd be my other mommy."

"I am," she lowers her voice, leaning close to him, "I am your other mommy. Lana and I will take good care of you, Oliver."

She kisses his earlobe, whispering explicit words into his ear that are already encouraging another erection. She traces her fingers down his chest as she sits upon him, and the thought that it is just the two of them at the moment leaves him feeling lonely for Lana's presence but also excited at the prospect of being alone with Wendy.

Their kissing begins innocently enough, despite the fact that they are still nude and he is sure she can feel his hardness pressing against her. She is already rocking on top of him again, her head thrown back as quiet sighs escape her lips. He can't help but feel a surge of pride at the way he is making her feel. He is sure that Wendy never fully understood the pleasure a man could provide before they became a family. And it is moments like this that he is so thankful that he resisted the urges to skin her alive, or even worse; moments when she is above him, or below him, and he feels his masculinity come alive. It is the same for Lana, of course, but Wendy is so much softer than Lana in many different ways. Lana possesses a streak of stubbornness that Wendy does not, and this makes it so much more satisfying to him when he is able to dominate her. However, Wendy is so feminine, so pliable in his hands, that he cannot resist her.

"Oh, yes," she breathes, already attempting to align herself with his erection, "Oliver. Lana." She is so used to breathing the other woman's name at the point of release that he is not surprised by her words, but they still sting him. In his mind, he is with Wendy, aware that Lana is not in the room, but the words she say next cause him to pause.

"Tell me you own me," she whispers desperately, her eyes fluttering open just slightly to look down at him, "Tell me I belong to you."

He nearly opens his mouth to confirm her words before he realizes that she's right; she is his. They both are. And seeing as though they are his, he should be the one in control here, not the other way around. This thought spurs him to grasp Wendy's hips, pulling her off of him and pushing her to the mattress. He parts her thighs, already smelling and sensing her arousal.

He aligns himself with her entrance and pushes inside, both of them groaning as he fills her. He takes sudden pride at the idea that Lana is not here to stimulate her, that any pleasure she feels right now will be solely because of him, not her female lover.

"You are mine," he manages to grunt the words as he pushes himself further into her, her tight, wet heat gripping his member. He can barely catch his breath from the pleasure of it all, but he manages to place a rough kiss on her open mouth as his hips thrust into hers. "You belong to me. You and Lana belong to me."

The words elicit a groan from her, and he swears she's already getting close to an orgasm, when he hears the bedroom door open behind them. Without looking back, he knows it's Lana.

"You started again?" She asks, her voice tinted with lust, "But without me?"

He feels her weight join them on the bed as he pounds into Wendy who is now moaning softly beneath him. He has his hands on either of Wendy's legs, keeping them apart, when he feels Lana's hand tracing up her female lover's leg.

"No," he whispers desperately to her, which catches Lana off guard. Her robe has been discarded on the floor and her breasts are full and heavy with milk. The very sight of her makes his mouth go dry. She is incredibly beautiful to him, but she must not touch Wendy. He has a point to prove. "Don't touch her."

"Oh," Lana whispers after a moment, instead moving behind Oliver, pressing her full breasts against his back as her hands wrap around his chest. "I understand. Baby's jealous?"

He groans, overwhelmed by passion as Wendy begins to writhe beneath him, feeling Lana's nipples against his back. He is not jealous, but determined. Still, he makes no move to tell her the difference because her fingers are soon threading in his hair, tugging the dark strands slightly as his muscles begin to tense.

He recognizes the first sounds of Wendy's orgasm and increases his speed. The feeling of Lana pressed against him while he is pressed inside Wendy feels like Heaven, and he is barely able to contain himself when he feels Wendy's muscles beginning to tighten around him once again. She begins to whimper and groan as her muscles contract and expand around him and it's enough to send him over the edge. He grunts his release as he spills into Wendy again, who sighs and moans softly as he is sure she can feel the warm fluid entering her. He hears Lana behind them and suddenly becomes aware that her hand is between her legs, stimulating herself with the echoes of both of their orgasms ringing in her ears.

He is completely spent from being with Wendy, but finds the strength to replace her hand with his own, working at the small bundle of nerves between her legs until she is whining and squirming at his touch, pressing her hips against his hand. It doesn't take long before she is having her orgasm against his hand, and he feels the wet warmth between her legs on his fingers. He continues to stimulate her as her hips jerk, even after her orgasm subsides, because he knows this is when she is the most sensitive, and the mixture of pain and pleasure that contorts her face is one of his favorite things about her.

When they come down from their highs, they fall into bed together and Oliver's mouth instinctively searches for Lana's nipple. He is sure she is sensitive from feeding Johnny only moments ago, but she allows him to suckle as her hands go into his hair again, Wendy's fingers stroking his back gently.

"That's it," Wendy encourages him gently as she watches the scene before her, "Feed from your Mama."

The entire situation is so erotic that he's sure he could be up for another round of passion in mere moments, but he's beginning to feel sleepy and he knows that Johnny will be waking up for the day in just a few short hours. They all need sleep.

Lana pulls him down to the mattress after he's had his fill, where he rests between the two women. Lana leans over him, her full breasts brushing his chest as she and Wendy share a passionate goodnight kiss.

"I love you, Wendy," Lana whispers to the other woman, before moving back to her place next to Oliver and whispering the same sentiment into his ear. "And I love you, Oliver. Goodnight."

"I love you, Lana," Wendy whispers back, and waits a few seconds before she leans into his ear, her mouth so close to him. "I love you, too, Oliver... and I think you're right."

He turns towards her, narrowing his eyes in question as he watches her grin tiredly.

"I think we made a baby girl tonight."