Daddy's Home Ch. 4

Daddy's Home: Ch. 4; The Girls Arrive

10:05 AM: The Butler home.

The entire normally-tidy house looked like a tornado composed of beer, hormones, and tacky costume parts had raged through its halls. Empty beer bottles, discarded stockings and gloves, the occasional puddle of teenager-vomit, and even a few still-unconscious party-goers were scattered about, tucked into corners or slumped against walls. Someone had left an empty knee-high high-heeled boot standing by the stairs, and somebody else had decided it was as good a place as any to deposit a technicolor yawn. One by one the lingering guests were still struggling to rise from their resting places, and shuffle, zombie like, back to their homes, under the weight of some simply monstrous hangovers. Glasses and plates were broken, remotes and other devices mysteriously missing, some things moved to some inexplicable locations, to be discovered at some later date. All in all, a rather successful party, even if Samantha didn't show up.

It was a rather standard state of affairs after a party thrown by Annabeth Butler, the curvaceous redhead who planned the event, the only daughter of the homeowners. She was, at the moment, sleeping off a devastating hangover in her room. The room itself looked much like the rest of the house did, though with fewer bottles and no puke. This was it’s natural state, however, not caused by last night’s festivities. Anna slept on the rumpled bed, the sheets cast away in the night to reveal her nearly naked form. Her brilliant coppery hair formed a halo around her sleeping face, the tight curls spread around her on the pillow. Her face was covered by the smudged and smeared makeup she hadn't had the energy to shed last night, somewhat obscuring her features. Her very pale skin was soft and creamy, decorated with a constellation of tiny freckles, a band that across her cheekbones and the bridge of her nose, and another that ran up one arm, over the shoulder, across her chest along the uppermost slopes of her fantastic tits, and down the other arm again. Those immense globes caught quite a bit of sun, each one nearly the size of a basketball, barely contained at the moment by a custom-made sleeping bra that kept her endowments from wobbling wildly with every moment. If ever a chest had deserved the descriptor ‘Epic‘, this was the one.



The silence of the room was broken by the ringtone of her phone, which jolted her to wakefulness, her brilliant emerald eyes jolting open as she started to sit up, before she fell back to the pillow with a soft groan as pain lanced her mind. She rolled over, eyes squeezed shut against the light, groping for the offending device. She hadn't yet decided if she was going to answer it or destroy it for the offense of waking her. Finally she found the vibrating device and lifted it, blearily peering through her eyelashes at the display. Sam’s picture looked back at her, making her look puzzled for a moment. Why would she be calling this early? She slid her thumb across the screen and lifted the phone to her ear.

“What’s up?” She mumbled, then winced.
“Shh, shh, quieter, Sam, I have a massive hangover.”
“Because of the giant party last night? The one at my place? The one you were specially invited to so I would have a wing-girl?”
“What do you mean ‘you forgot‘? I had to talk to Jimmy Peters all night without you running interference! The asshole wouldn't leave me alone! He even tried to grope me after three drinks.”
“Busy with what? It had better be big, Sam.”
“…I’m too hungover for giggles, Sam, spill already.”
“…Yeah, I remember.”
“NO WAY!”
“Holy shit! I mean… God, Sam!”
“Well, no, I mean… It’s just unexpected.”
“So, he liked the goth look, huh?”
“…You’re fucking with me, right?
“There’s no way! They don’t make ‘em that big.”
“…Jesus, really?”
“Well, now you’re gonna have to tell me everything.”

The conversation went on for several minutes, and by the end of it, Anna’s fingers had roamed south, over her clean-shaven slit and were casually toying with her clit, her stiff nipples poking out against the fabric of her bra. “Oh, I’ll be there.” She assured as she hung up the phone. Feeling the dull ache in her loins, she glanced to the bedside cabinet and hesitated. She really should be getting ready… But she needed to take care of something first. Reaching into the drawer, she fished out her favorite stress-reliever, her biggest vibe, a foot long and thick as a soda can. Looking at it, she shivered at the prospect of something half again as big. As she traced it down her flat stomach, she assured herself that she’d get it soon enough.


10:12 AM, the Washington house.

Diamond’s breathing came in long, slow, measured draws. Her dark chocolate skin glistened with a thorough coating of sweat. It was an impressive sight, as it was every morning. Standing six feet, nearly six-one, she loomed over men and women alike as she jogged her usual route down the suburban sidewalks. Her black hair was braided into hundreds of pencil-thick braids, each tipped in some colorful bead or charm, and tied back into a ponytail for her workout. The lowest charms swing and bounced with her stride, about level with the bottom of her shoulder blades. She wore her standard workout clothes, a light blue sports bra that struggled to pin down her volleyball-sized tits in one place, and a matching pair of short shorts that clung to her ludicrous hips. The outfit left little to the imagination, baring her glistening, toned abs and her long, strong legs that ate up the distance. She turned suddenly, crossing the front lawn up to the front door, her breathing relaxing as she finally came to a stop. She glanced to her watch as she pulled the ear-buds from her ears, tucking them into her bra. 5 miles, 24 minutes. New record.

As she opened the door, she was greeted by the usual scene of controlled chaos. Her three younger brothers, triplets just reaching twelve, were tearing around the living room in a rambunctious game of tag, screaming and shouting threats at one-another. A careful eye would note, however, that they gave a wide berth to the corner of the room containing the china cabinet. Their mother stood no more than fifteen feet away, by the table, hastily stuffing files and papers into her briefcase. Her hourglass figure was accentuated by the painted-on skirt and tapered suit top. She smiled as she looked up to see her daughter arriving home. “Hey, sweetie, I have to prepare for a big case on Monday, it looks like it’s going to be another long night. I’ll try to be home for dinner, but if I don’t make it, I’ll see you after school tomorrow. Martin called, there’s a sticky not on the fridge. If your father calls, tell him I found his records and he can come get them next weekend. Oh, and try to keep your brothers from killing each other, will you?” She spoke quickly, barely pausing between sentences. As she finished the last question she snapped her briefcase shut and made for the door, pausing on the way to crane up to peck her daughter on the cheek and mutter a passing ‘Love you!’ before disappearing out the door.

Diamond headed to the fridge, pulling out a bottle of water. She’d just gotten it to her lips when her phone began to ring. She pried her fingers into the tiny pocket of her workout shorts and checked the phone, gulping down her mouthful of water. As Sam’s face appeared on the screen she heaved a sigh, sliding her thumb across the screen to pick up. “Hey, Sam, give me a second to get some privacy.” She said into the phone quickly before heading out of the kitchen toward her room, shouting a warning to her bothers about what she’d do if they broke anything or tried to listen in. she slipped into her room and shut the door behind her, taking a second to lock it before once more raising the phone to her ear.

“Alright, we’re good now. What’s the deal?”
“If you’re gonna gush about the party, I don’t wanna hear it.”
“You didn't? Why not?”
“You know you can’t stay home every night, you gotta get out there if you want to get a boyfriend!”
“What’s so funny?”
“Alright, alright, get to the point, my shower’s waiting on you.”
“Well, yeah, I remember you saying something like that.”
“WHAT?!”
“Oh my god! Well, damn, good for you! You made it happen!”
“…What promise?”
“Well, yeah, I remember the night, but it was years ago.”
“…Well, it’s a nice offer, but I've got all the man I need.”
“I had a little crush back then, I’m over it. I've got a boyfriend now!”
“Yes, Martin.”
“Yes, I’m still with him! I’m not gonna break up with him over one little fight.”
“Hey, you didn't like the place anyways, who cares if we can’t go anymore?”
“I know, but the make-up sex is GREAT.”
“Look, I’m not gonna dump him, where else am I gonna find a guy with 12 inches?”
“…No way.”
“No way! It’s just not possible, he’d have a heart attack!”
“You can’t be serious.”
“No, I’m not just going to take your word for it.”
“Fine. I’ll be there, and when the truth comes out, I’ll be there to call you on it.”

Diamond hung up the phone in a bit of a huff. Why would Sam be so insistent about this? It was totally impossible, and it would be easy to prove, too. Maybe she had some kind of trick up her sleeve, or maybe she was just exaggerating. Everyone knows black guys are bigger, and Martin had the biggest dick she’d ever seen outside a porno, there was no way some white guy could out-measure him. When Sam was proven wrong she’d rub it in her face. Still… What if she was right? She shook her head. There was nothing to worry about. Swiftly she gathered up some new clothes and headed to the bathroom to get showered and changed. She’d have to remember to call the sitter when she got out.


10:16 AM, the Yoshida residence

Aiko's room was as spotless as always, as perfectly arranged as the rest of the house. Everything was carefully put away, up off the floor and neatly arranged. She’d been up for a few hours by now, having plenty of time to get all her chores done and even double-checked her homework that she’d finished last night. And now she was bored out of her mind. Even the internet provided little entertainment at the moment, there was nothing interesting to do she could with the parental filters turned on, and if her mother found out she could turn them off she’d lose the computer altogether. She couldn't get away with anything on the weekends. At least on a school night she could steal a few hours of freedom after school with the rest of the girls before coming home.

Aiko was the smallest and the youngest of the five girls, a dubious honor in her book. She stood barely 5’2”, closer to 5’1” without her shoes. Her shortness only made her slender, lithe frame that much smaller. She was well-toned and exceptionally flexible, thanks to years of ballet, gymnastics, and martial arts. By some miracle of genetics, she’d been gifted with a set of all-natural, perky, perfectly-shaped cantaloupe-sized breasts, which looked positively enormous on her frame. At the moment, they were concealed, as much as such treasures could, beneath a set of long-sleeved and long-legged fuzzy pajamas, hand-me downs from her older sister that she’d left when she went off to college. Her dark hair was tied up into a pair of simple pigtails, her neatly-trimmed bangs straight across her forehead.

Aiko blinked suddenly as a new sound reached her ears, waking her out of her boredom-coma. She looked to her phone as she reached for it, somewhat excited. Maybe this was her excuse to get out of the house? She smiled as she saw Sam’s face on the display and quickly answered.

“Hi!”
“What’s going on?”
“Er, yes, I’m alone, we can talk.”
“Really? What is it?
Her face flushed a bit.
“Y-yes, I remember.”
“Yes…”
Her blush suddenly got brighter as her eyes widened.
“R-really?”
“You and him…really?”
She hunched down over her desk, casting a reflexive glance around the room as she hushed her voice.
“You mean… He…?”
“…Did… Did he mention me?
“…Oh, wow...”
“Sam… You’re not just messing with me, right? You really mean it?”
“Today? I-I don’t know…”
“Well, it’s just… I have to get permission.”
“Plus it’s a school night…”
“Well, that’s true…”
“I’ll do my best. Thanks, Sam…”

Aiko was stop-sign red by the end of the call, and she could almost hear her pulse in her ears. She was so excited and nervous and eager all at once, it was hard to think straight. Sam wouldn't lie about something like this, would she? This was… just huge. She leaned back in her desk chair and covered her face in her hands, feeling the warmth of the flush and trying to focus on breathing. She took a few slow, deep breaths, trying to clear her mind and suppress her blush. She had to spin just the right amount of lies into a story that would convince her mom to let her out of the house, and she wouldn't be able to sell it if she was blushing. This would be a challenge.


10:20 AM, the Caro’s apartment.

The Caro family’s 24-strong extended family was in the process of cramming themselves into the Caro’s small apartment after returning from church. All told, Rosa was surrounded by three grandparents, her parents, two uncles, three aunts, nine cousins, and four siblings. It was a chaotic scene, with English, Spanish, and a bit of Portuguese all speaking over one another and mixing freely as throngs tried to find seats in an apartment with a total capacity of 18. They’d all attended the 8 AM service, as they did every weekend, then spent an hour gossiping with the rest of the church afterward, then finally made the move back to the apartment for the traditional brunch. This sort of thing would be nice a few times a year, but Rosa grew increasingly impatient with it.

Rosa was a middle child, surrounded by two older brothers, a younger sister, and a baby brother, but she managed to stand out nonetheless. She was effortlessly beautiful, with flawless tan skin, cascades of lustrous black curls, and large, deep brown eyes. Her figure was a spectacular hourglass, with wide hips that produced a perfectly spankable ass, a slim waist, and volleyball-sized melons capped by sensitive dark brown nipples. Her church dress made an honest effort to conceal her sinful features, layers of frills and fabric striving desperately to contain her, but she was too much to hide. The normally-high neckline was pulled out by the incredible size of her breasts, creating a modest but clearly-visible expanse of cleavage, which the dangling, glittering gold cross on her necklace served to draw the eye to.

She couldn't even hear the first ring of her phone over the cacophony of voices, she only realized I was ringing due to the vibration. Glancing at it, she muttered something under her breath that attracted Gramma Cortez’s evil eye. She could feel it on her as she maneuvered around cousins and finally pushed out the door, answering the phone in the hall.

“Hey, Sam, what’s up?”
“Yeah, I just stepped out. It’s a madhouse in there.”
“Oh yeah? Something about the party?”
“Really. Well, what is it?”
“Uh-huh…”
“What?!”
“No, I heard you, I just…” she stammered, walking a bit down the hall to get further from potential eavesdroppers.
“Wow… So you really…”
“I don’t even know what to say, this is so unexpected.”
“Well, no, it just wasn't on my mind, like… at all. You have to admit it‘s come out of left field a bit.”
“So… What was he… you know, like?”
“What?”
“…you mean? Really?”
“Holy shit.” She muttered, pressing her hand to her forehead and leaning against the wall.
“Today?”
“Er, I dunno… I think I can slip out…”
“See you then, I guess…”

She hung up the phone with a dazed look on her face, still leaning on the all for support. It was just a little overwhelming. She’d had a crush on him for ages, and now the real thing was within her grasp. It took her a few seconds before she realized how much she still had to do, and how little time she had to do it. Pushing off the wall, she walked back to the door, hearing the muffled throng behind it and took a deep breath, before pushing through into the chaos.


THE PRESENT:

“Damn! I hope we’re not interrupting anything!”

Anna stood in the doorway, hands on her hips and a wicked grin on her features. The other three girls of the quintet were behind her, craning to look around the redhead to see what had caused her to pause. The scene before them drew looks of surprise from each curious face.

Father and daughter were entwined together, tongues coiling around one-another and limbs tangled together in a passionate kiss. Sam was held off the floor, her father’s hands supporting her rear as her arms and legs wrapped around his neck and waist, grinding her lingerie-covered pussy against the bulge in the front of his boxer-briefs. As Anna’s voice reached them, they paused, Sam reluctantly pulling her black-painted lips from her father’s to grin widely at her freshly-arrived friends, but made no move to get down from her father’s frame.

“Hey, girls! Glad you could make it!” she greeted. “I know Daddy’s been looking forward to it, and he’s just too much to keep to myself!” She commented, grinding her hips against his bulge to emphasize the point with a naughty smirk. “He’s gonna fuck me to death at this rate, not that I’d mind going out with a bang like this...”

Rich shook his head as his little girl ground herself into his endowment. “Now, Sam, we've got a few things to talk about before anything gets started.” He chided, then turned to face the four newcomers. “Come on in, girls, and close the door. I've got a few ground rules for this whole… arrangement, to go over. I’ll explain in more detail once we've all gotten settled in.” He explained, sounding much like he always did, as though he hadn't just been tongue-fucking his daughter. “If you’ll excuse me, I've got to go put her down before she gets too distracting.” He added with a wry smirk toward Sam, who was starting to rhythmically grind herself over his package. He gave her juicy ass a squeeze as he started to walk off toward the living room.

The four girls glanced at one-another for a moment, not quite sure how to respond to the unusual nature of their welcome. The hesitant and the eager alike were momentarily dazed by the brazen incestuous behavior before their very eyes. But soon enough, it passed, and the four quietly closed the door and set down their bags and purses aside before following the two of them into the house.

Anna had put a bit of extra effort into preparing for this, tarting herself up in her sluttiest outfit for Rich. Her jaw-length copper hair had been brushed and preened, dangling in locks of little shimmering ringlets around her face, showing off her sluttiest makeup. Here emerald eyes were highlighted by a masterful application of eye shadow and eyeliner, her lips brought out by crimson lipstick, her cheeks touched with a light dusting of blush, and some of her freckles hidden under concealer. She’d had to reclaim her outfit out of the ‘secret’ stockpile of banned outfits her parents kept. Red stiletto heels and long, white thigh-high stockings accentuated her legs. A tiny plaid miniskirt barely covered her rear. The bright red strings of a thong were pulled up high on her hips, over the waistband of the skirt. And the top would have been jaw-dropping on a normal girl, but on her was enough to shut down the brains of most men. A super-short white buttoned shirt, the buttons undone all the way down, the fabric rolled up high to expose her flat, smooth stomach and tied off just under her immense tits, displaying them in a visual buffet of creamy, pale breast-flesh that seemed to go on forever.

Diamond, however, hadn't planned to dress up for the occasion. She was still convinced Sam was exaggerating, her mind unable to accept the reality of an eighteen-inch white dick. But after her shower, she’d found herself applying a little makeup, reasoning to herself she was just doing it to keep up appearances. Not to impress Rich, certainly. She’d pulled her hundreds of braids up and together into a thick ponytail and tied it off, exposing her neck and shoulders better. Then she’d dug up a tight black tube-top, just narrow enough to show off her dark chocolate abs and her smooth cleavage, an some of her shortest skin-tight shorts, the ones that clung to her incredible hips and couldn't stretch quite enough to cover the entirety of her mind-boggling ass, leaving the bottom of her sweet ass hanging out just a bit. She wasn't trying to show off, she reasoned, she just wanted to look good when the truth came out and she got to gloat. But none of her logic could explain the nervous flutter deep in her belly, the twinge in her cunt when she saw father and daughter making out furiously.

Aiko, unfortunately, couldn't slip much past the inspection on her way out the door, a fact she could only curse more emphatically when she saw the sexy outfits all the other girls had brought to bear. How would she be able to get him to notice her at this rate? Her makeup was light and delicate, a soft blush on her cheeks and just the barest hint of eye shadow, her lips coated lightly with some cherry gloss she’d managed to borrow from Anna on the ride over. She’d left the house in a knee-length pleated blue skirt and a hand-me down sweater, but she’d managed to make a few modifications on the way. She shortened the skirt, turning the waits until the fabric only reached her mid-thigh, and then ditched the sweater to reveal the lightweight pale blue tank top underneath. It wasn't as showy as her friends outfits, certainly, but her bra-less, perky tits stood proud and high. Her hair was tied up in it’s usual style, twin tails on either side of her head, leaving her neat bangs loose over her forehead. She only hoped she’d done enough to be able to catch his attention…

Rosa had been in a similar boat, the densely-packed family members of the apartment leaving her unable to change properly at home. Thankfully, she’d showered and done her makeup before church, a modest but very beautiful application. She’d been forced to pack her new outfit away in her bag before slipping out the door to meet Anna for a ride. She’d had to take drastic measures, stripping completely naked in Anna’s backseat, providing a mouth-watering show for those who got close enough on the road, and redressing on the way. By the time they’d arrived, she’d managed to get herself into a rather revealing bikini, the little cups nowhere near enough to conceal the luscious globes of her tits, and her thong bottoms concealed under a semi-transparent sarong, the long slit leaving one leg completely exposed. She’d even had time to darken her makeup a few extra shades, a smoky, intense look. She’d wanted Rich’s body for a long time, there was no way she was gonna miss out on her fair share of him.

One by one the beautiful teens made their way into the living room, settling into the chairs arranged around the couch. Rich and Sam sat on the couch, Sam lounging back against one arm, an eager smile on her face, resting her feet on Rich’s lap. Rich, however, looked much more serious, leaning forward in his seat, elbows resting on his knees as he looked between the assembled teenagers, a bounty of beautiful babes to rich that very few men ever got to experience. After a few moments, he began to speak.

“Now, I’m not privy to all the details of this little pact’ you five agreed to, though Sam has explained the basic concept to me. As far as I’m aware, the first one of you to ‘catch’ me is required to share me among the rest of you. I’m perfectly willing to go along with such an arrangement, but there are a few important points to go over, a few ground rules to be detailed before anyone does anything.” He began.

“First off, none of you are required to do anything. If you don’t want to be involved in this, you absolutely do not have to be. I will never force any of you to do anything you’re not comfortable with. Even if you agree to take part in this… whatever you call it, if you ever want me to stop doing something, or if you want to back out of this whole arrangement, all you have to do is tell me. There will be no hard feelings, it will be as if nothing ever happened.”

“Secondly, as Samantha may have told you, I am… rather large. This has the unfortunate side effect that they don’t make condoms that can fit me. If you are not on birth control, there’s a very good chance you will end up pregnant if we have sex. In the future, I can try to provide birth control if you can’t get it yourself, but before then, you should know the risks and make your own decisions.”

“Thirdly, since I cannot wear condoms, if you do decide to be part of this arrangement, we will have to be particularly careful about diseases. I would urge you all to avoid unprotected sex outside this group. I’m clean, but if I were to catch something from one of you, it would not only affect me and you, but all the other girls in the group as well.”

“Fourth, as much as any man would love to have girls as beautiful as you around all the time, it’s simply not an option at the moment. We will need to be careful not to attract too much attention from your collective parents. While none of this is illegal, I doubt they would be very fond of the idea of their daughters spending a great deal of time at a bachelor’s house, unsupervised, let alone having sex with him. Nobody can stay overnight during the week, but you can stop in after school for ’study sessions’, and on the weekends, Sam will be hosting ’sleepovers’ which we can use to explain your visits. And additionally, there’s no sex on the weekdays until you actually finish your homework. Grades are important, after all.”

“And fifth, a simple rule. Nobody but Sam gets to share my bed. The rest of you will have to sleep in her room or the guest room, and nobody else has sex on my bed. Sam is, after all, my daughter, and no good father would deny a daughter’s request.”

As he finished laying out the rules, the girls looked to each other. All in all, the rules were pretty solid and generally good, but there was some apprehension. Risking pregnancy and disease was not a simple choice, after all, but a cock too big for condoms? Was that a real concern? And if it was, how would such a beast fit? But then, Sam seemed to be fine…  And they could always back out if he was telling the truth. One by one they nodded their agreement to the rules. Sam grinned silently as they all agreed, eager to see it all play out.

With everyone in agreement, Rich rose to his feet, taking Sam’s hand and pulling her to her feet. “Well, then, I think everyone’s been waiting for long enough. Sam, my dear, how about you show your friends just what they've signed up for?” He asked with a wicked smirk.

Sam grinned, dropping to her knees almost instantly, face inches from the meaty bulge in his boxer-briefs, licking her lips as she raised her hands to the waistband of the garment. The other girls all watched, somewhat stunned by Sam’s eagerness, each eager to see what had been hinted at or described before. Rosa wanted to see if this muscle was as impressive as the rest of them. Anna wanted to see that meaty monster, to see if it measured up to the fantasy she’d cooked up after the phone call. Aiko hid her intense blush behind her hands, peering through the gaps between her fingers. And Diamond was telling herself she was waiting for the lie to be revealed, for some prop or sock to fall from the boxers and his real size to be revealed.

Sam’s fingertips hooked the hem of his undergarment as she prepared to reveal the beast, her heart beating hard in her chest. She was excited as she had been the first time she saw it. “You’re going to love this…” she grinned to her friends over her shoulder as she began to pull the cloth slowly down his hips, making sure to keep out of the way of the view.

The girls watched with baited breath as they watched intently, each needing to know what the cloth hid. And soon they did as the root came into view. The member was only semi-hard, but the thick base of the beast was wider than anything they’d seen before. Inch by inch more of the fearsome phallus was revealed, the stirring titan’s size becoming increasingly apparent to the onlookers. As it passed six inches, the immensity began to really strike home. And when it passed twelve and the rapidly-growing cockhead sprung free, jaws dropped. It was immense, and not even fully hard yet. The full size of it was almost beyond comprehension. His enormous balls swung free below the shaft, each the size of a plump plum, full to the brim with hot, potent juices. Sam bit her lip at the sight. It never got old.

Diamond’s mind was racing in circles as she stared wide-eyes at the monster. She couldn't believe it, but there it was, ready to slap her in the face. No props. No socks. No tricks. Just the biggest, fattest cock she’d ever seen. It was as long as Martin‘s, but even thicker, and it wasn't even at full size yet. She’d been so certain Sam was faking it, but the truth stared her in the face.

Aiko still peered through parted fingers, hands covering an intense blush on her cheeks. Her eyes were rapt on the thick, veiny shaft. It was just so enormous, she could hardly imagine such a monster fitting inside her. Her eyes roamed south, to the pendulous seed-tanks behind the shaft, each heavy with potent, life-giving seed. Her mouth felt dry. He would certainly be able to father dozens of children with such mighty balls…

Anna’s mouth watered hungrily. Even Sam’s detailed descriptions had failed to do justice to the real thing. It was the largest dick she’d ever seen, and the mental images it conjured of Sam’s black lips stretched around it, straining to take in the fearsome monster, to please the cock that made her, made her slit moisten with intense arousal.

Rosa was simply stunned, eyes wide and jaw hanging, falling back into her seat. It was so huge… good god, it was huge. In the back of her mind, she couldn't hep but think it was somehow fitting that the most amazing cock she’d ever seen would be attached to the most impressive man, the most powerful, muscular man. It was perfectly fitting. He was just so strong, and sexy, and now this… Maybe he was perfect.

Sam couldn't resist any longer. It was so big, and so close, just inches away… She leaned forward, planting a juicy kiss on her daddy’s fat, flared cockhead. The beast pulsed against her lips at the new sensation, swelling up further. She let out a whimper at the taste before she broke contact with it, looking up into his eyes. “Daddy, I can’t wait anymore! I need to taste you… I need it in my mouth…” She half-moaned as she opened her mouth and wrapped her glistening ebony lips around the fat head, sucking hungrily like a good little daughter slut, hands coming up to stroke the thick shaft.

He let out a soft groan at that, his meaty cock swiftly growing under her talented touch. He let her go at it for a long moment, until his cock hit it’s full size, straining Sam’s lips as she swallowed the head, her eyes watching his for approval. A wry smile appeared on his features, and he reached down, taking a hold of her hands and pulling them off his monster. “Now, now, my greedy little slut, you've got to leave some for your friends, too.” He chided, taking a moment to cast a glance to the other four girls. “Who else wants a taste?” He asked with a confident grin. The girls found themselves rising from their seats, as though in a trance, slowly coming closer to the beastly shaft like moths lured to flame.

Anna feel to her knees behind Sam, her hands encircling her friend’s chest, fingers first cupping her enormous breasts, then swiftly starting to knead her lace-covered orbs while she sucked her father’s cock. She leaned forward, her massive tits flattening against Sam’s back as she leaned over her shoulder, watching Rich’s cock disappear into her blackened lips. She whispered breathily into Sam’s ear, her lips a naughty smirk. “God, Sam, you look so fucking hot with your mouth full of cock. You’re dad’s so damn huge… How’s it taste? You like the taste of your dad’s giant cock? You like sucking the dick that made you, you nasty little slut?” She asked, pinching Sam’s hard nipples through her bra to punctuate the question.

Aiko’s shyness seemed forgotten as she moved toward the hypnotic, swinging balls. She fell to all fours as she approached, crawling on hands and knees underneath the overshadowing cock. She couldn't think, she couldn't control herself, she couldn't stop herself. The scent hit her nostrils as she got close. It was indescribable, thick, overpowering, and full to the brim with pheromones. It was like distilled manliness, pure masculine musk. She rose off her hands, bracing herself on his thighs as she came closer and closer to those beefy balls. She was powerless before them. She let out a whimper at the rich scent and fell forward, burying her face in his cum-tanks, breathing deep and feeling the heat and weight of each orb on her face. It was like drowning in cum, and she loved it, deep down she loved every second.

Rosa approached from the side, the perfect, iron-hard shaft dominating her thoughts as she closed in. “Jesus Christ…” she breathed out, half-moaning the words. She didn't even feel guilty for taking the Lord’s name in vain, for this certainly didn't feel like vain. The cock before her was… perfect. Every inch of it, every throbbing vein, it made her heart race, her head spin. It was like destiny, had guided her here, to this perfect cock, so immense and inescapable. She knew she would never be able to forget it. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth, and she moaned as it came into contact with it, with the perfect cock. She swiftly went to work, lavishing the thick beast with licks and kisses, her fresh lipstick leaving little red smudges wherever she went.

Diamond resisted the longest, fighting to stop herself as she moved. She had a boyfriend, a proper boyfriend with a big cock… No, she couldn't call it big when a cock like this one existed. She couldn't tear her eyes off the giant, white cock. It was so different. “This… this is so wrong…” She breathed, each breath coming more ragged and panting than the last. “I shouldn't… I can’t do this…” She mumbled as she came closer and closer. She didn't even notice as she hit her knees opposite Rosa. “I have a boyfriend…” she breathed out, face inches from the weapon, hardly even able to see Rosa working her tongue and lips on it, the cock dominating all her senses. “It’s just… too big…” She moaned as the scent of manhood hit her nose, no longer able to fight it, and fell forward onto it, wrapping her full lips around as much of it’s girth as she could, sucking at it with abandon.

Rich groaned with pleasure at the assault of sensation on his mind. It was incredible, four separate mouths hungrily working on his cock all at once, one of them even belonging to his daughter! Five hot teenage sluts, all worshiping his cock, all eager to get fucked by him, a man old enough to be their father. This usually only happened in porn, nobody got to experience this kind of pleasure in the real world, but here he was, and he was making sure to savor the sensation. His hands came down to rest on Anna and Sam’s heads, directing their eyes up to him as he grinned. “If you’re so curious, how about I show you?” He grinned, and pulled his hips back slightly, just enough to make his cock pop from Sam’s sucking lips and aiming it at Anna’s, her green eyes sparking with anticipation and a bit of fear.

Anna’s eyes were wide as the fat head pressed to her pouty, crimson lips. Her hands paused on Sam’s heaving tits, paralyzed with surprise and a bit of fear. She was staring down the length of the biggest dick she’d ever seen, quite possibly the biggest dick in the world. Would it even fit into her mouth? Sam had been able to pull it off, but Anna was suddenly doubtful of her ability. Despite her hesitance, the meaty cock’s hypnotic effect pulled her slowly forward. She felt her mouth opening, her plump lips stretching wider and wider. The taste of his cock and Sam’s saliva was intoxicating, and she slurped at it with her tongue, eager for more. It seemed it would be impossible to swallow as she opened as wide as she could, her lips not quite engulfing the fat head, which already filled her entire mouth. The experience mad her head spin, the thought of it splitting her pussy making her drip. Unable to take it into her throat, she contented herself by swirling her tongue around the sensitive head.

Sam whines softly as the cock popped from her lips and was fed into Anna’s, depriving her of that delicious flavor and intoxicating fullness. She looked up to her father and whined softly. “Daddy~, I wanted you to come down my throat!” she pouted, turning to lick along the shaft on her cheek, the tip of her dexterous organ tracing the tracks of the veins on the shaft that fed into Anna’s mouth. It just wasn’t the same… She cast her gaze down and it fell upon Aiko as she smothered herself in Rich’s big, beefy balls. A erotic thrill ran up her spine. She bent at the waist, Anna’s hands falling free of her generous tits, and slid into position next to Aiko. She gave the normally shy girl a grin and lolled out her tongue, tasting the distilled masculine musk that had so enchanted both their senses. She let out an involuntary moan, and dove further forward, slurping and kissing at her daddy’s balls, leaving a little black kiss print on the beefy ball.

Aiko surfaced slightly out of her trance as Sam arrived next to her, sucking on one hefty ball with wanton lust. Not quite enough to let her shame kick in once more, but enough that she could see beyond those hypnotic balls. She watched as Sam started to lick and kiss the orbs, and soon found herself sneaking her tongue out to sample the flavor of his cum-factories. It was like a smack in the face, it was so intense! They tasted even better than they smelled, salty and delicious. Her voice let out a tiny whimper of desire as she fell upon the orbs, licking, kissing , and sucking at each hanging fruit in turn. They were too big to take into her mouth but she desperately spit-polished each orb, needing more and more of the intoxicating flavor. Seeing a dry spot on the other ball, she couldn't stop herself as she fell on it, too, hungrily slurping until her tongue met Sam’s. The two girls hesitated at the shock of the unexpected contact, their eyes meeting over their salty snack for a long moment, but soon went at it with greater zeal. Their tongues flicked at each other’s as they met around the edges of the ball. Their lips strained wider around the ball, each one swallowing a hemisphere until, at last, their lips met. They each let out a moan as they french-kissed around the superior sperm-factory, using their tongues to push the ball from one mouth to the other and back, sucking hard.

Diamond’s mind swam with the taste and size of the beast as she sucked and kissed at it. It filled her mind entirely, dominating her thoughts, reshaping her thinking around it’s sheer immensity. It was just. Too. Big. She began to half-moan and half-gasp out fragments of thoughts as she paid her affections to the superior dick. “God…” she breathed out, punctuating the thought with a long, sloppy lick of his length. “Ohh, this is so wrong…” She added, planting a wet kiss on an intersection of veins. “This fucking cock…” She moaned before pushing forward, stretching her lips as far as they could go around it, sucking as much as possible at once. “It’s too big!” she panted, then ran her tongue all up it’s length, root to tip, barely stopping short of the head and Anna’s straining lips. “This giant white cock…” she moaned out. “I can’t…” she placed a trail of kisses along a particularly bulging vein. “I need it…” she finally whimpered, dragging her lips up and down it.

Rosa was too occupied with her task to hear, let alone pay attention to Diamond’s babbling. Every time her mouth came in contact with Rich’s monstrous cock, it was like a shock went through her. A thrill that rolled through her spine and made her dripping snatch ache with ever-growing desire. She sucked, kissed, licked and slurped at the monster, lavishing her attentions on every inch of it’s veiny length she could reach. It was almost too good to be real. Her mind was filled with thoughts of nothing but that perfect cock. She needed release. Her hand roamed south over her smooth stomach, prying into her bikini bottoms and digging into her aching snatch, her thumb flicking over her clit to thoughts of what that pussy-pounder would do to her soon. It was just too huge, no normal man was anywhere close to his size. There had to be special about him, about his perfect cock, something beyond normal men… It was almost… divine.

The eager assault of five separate mouths working at once was just too much for him to take for long. Every touch of lips or tongue drove him closer and closer to the edge, to the point of no return. He gritted his teeth, the tendons in his neck standing out as he held back the flood with all his strength. He knew there wasn't much time left. His hand came down and seized the weapon by the root, gripping tightly around the base, the shaft throbbing angrily as it swelled with blood, release denied almost painfully as it pulled away from Anna, Diamond, and Rosa. Aiko and Sam barely noticed, too absorbed in their ball-sharing make-out session, until he took a half-step back, the pendulous plum popping free and breaking their trance. He looked down to the quintet and growled out the order, clearly straining to hold it in at all. “Line up and open your mouths!”

The girls shivered at the power and authority in his voice, and quickly obeyed, rearranging themselves into a line, faces and mouths presented eagerly to receive his offering. He leveled the fearsome weapon at the girls and relaxed his grip, his large hand stroking up and down the spit-slick member in a blur, the fat head glistening and purple, inches from their faces. He let out a long, deep groan as his apple-sized balls pulled up tight to his shaft, preparing to disgorge their contents. For a half-second, there was nothing, the sticky sauce still working it’s way up the length of his monster. Then all it once it came on like a fire hose, a thick deluge of hot, potent spunk that hung in the air for a moment before splattering onto each girl’s features. Each rope of cream was thick as a pencil and left crazy zig-zagged patterns on their faces, splattering the thick, creamy spunk onto each girl’s skin. Each blast was like a dozen normal men put together, laying in sticky streamers across eyelids, noses, and lips, some landing directly in the girls’ open mouths, others went a bit wild and landed in hair, onto necks, or even in the valleys of their cleavage. The scent and taste filled their senses, the heat and weight of each blast illustrating just how potent it was.

Sam eagerly gulped down what landed in her mouth, the familiar flavor calling back memories of the first time, which seemed so long ago now, and the four hours of incredible sex that had followed. She grinned through her mask of cum, her tongue running over her obsidian lips to catch those stray dollops near enough to reach, before starting to wipe her face properly, the spunk making her makeup smudge in the process.

Aiko’s body shuddered in silence, her jaw hanging open with his pearly spunk still on her tongue, eyes rolled up as she experienced an untouched orgasm. The smell, the intense, salty taste, the heat and texture on her skin, it was just too much. Her mind shut down, and she let out a strangled whimper as his thick seed slid down her virgin throat. As the climax ebbed away and she was left with the afterglow, she found herself hungrily licking her lips clear of cream, her hands coming up to her face to bring more of the intoxicating cream to her hungry mouth. She sucked each digit clean one by one, hungry for more, until she’d run out entirely.

Anna was still for a long moment, not sure if he was quite done or not, before she started to move to clean herself. She spat the dollops on her tongue into a cupped hand, wiping a streamer from one eye with a finger before realizing she had nowhere to wipe it off. A drop fell from her chin, landing on the freckled expanse of her tits, and she smirked. That would do, she thought as she started to wipe fingerfuls of sticky cream from her features onto her breasts, saving the creamy sensation as she rubbed it into her pale flesh.

Diamond’s dark skin sharply contrasted with the oceans of baby-batter that he’d dumped all over her face. She was in a daze for a long moment before she realized she was absently rolling his thick cum around her mouth with her tongue, like she was savoring some expensive dessert. She quickly moved to spit, but found she too had nowhere to deposit it. Reluctantly, she swallowed. As she started to wiped down her features she couldn't stop the thought that Rich’s tasted better than Martin’s. she never swallowed for Martin, and he was her boyfriend. What was wrong with her?

Rosa moaned aloud as she finished fingering herself to orgasm, pinching her swollen clit and twisting her fingers in her depths. She’d gotten close before the lineup, and the sensations of his creamy cum blasting onto her face was enough to put her right on the edge, close enough to set herself off with a quick maneuver. She moaned around her mouthful of cum, and as the pleasure faded she swallowed like it was a precious gift. As she started to clean her face, she couldn't help but notice a rope of cum had gone wild and completely soaked her little gold cross, the metal completely obscured under the spunk.


Rich smiled as his afterglow abated, his vision returning as the girls cleaned themselves off. With his hand still on his cock, he took a moment to milk the last few drops of ball-batter from his shaft. Sam eagerly leaned forward, wrapping her lips around the eyelet and sucking out every last drop from the steel-hard shaft of her daddy’s cock, looking him in the eyes as she did. He rested his hand on her head affectionately before pulling away once more, casting his gaze to the girls before him. “Now… Who’s going to be first?” He grinned, his cock giving an approving throb as he surveyed his options. “How about…”