[pre-story]It. Is. Done! This one nearly killed me. I bit off WAY more than I could chew, as usual, and between writer's block and getting sick, it just... it took forever. I ended up breaking the scenes we had planned for this one into two distinct chapters. Ultimately, it's probably better for it, and the decision let me avoid both stressing myself into an early grave and keeping you all waiting another month.
Anyways, enjoy! If you like what you see, [redacted][/pre-story]
Christina’s Turn
John barely had time to yank up his dress shirt and cinch his belt tight, pinning his monstrous, throbbing member against his rugged abs, the flared crown pulsing just short of reaching his powerful pecs, then yank his shirt down again, just in time to conceal the fearsome weapon as he was half-pushed-half-dragged through the ballroom doors and into the parking lot. The night air was cool and quiet, and the ballroom was far enough away from the street to avoid wandering eyes, but still, adding another charge of indecent exposure to his record would rather effectively spoil the celebration. The ABCs whined impatiently, two tugging at his arms while the third pushed him forward from behind, the identical, incorrigible redheaded triplets eager to start a night with their favorite cousin. He probably could have planted his feet, stopped himself, and taken the time to properly conceal his monolithic cock, but three sets of big, round, emerald-green puppy-dog eyes and big, round, freckle-dusted basketball-sized tits, half-bursting out of tight, backless emerald gowns, were very persuasive. Together, the triplets guided their studly cousin across the parking lot, toward a big green SUV sitting on the asphalt.
John heard the hurried clacking of heels on pavement behind him and twisted in the triplets’ grip, catching sight of Aunt Christina rushing to catch up. The mature, copper-haired beauty was elegant as always, somehow managing to make her rushed pace look smooth and graceful, purposeful and controlled as a queen striding through her court. That is, if you ignored the way her titanic tits shook and wobbled with each stride, her diamond-hard nipples threatening to come bouncing out of her emerald dress with every step. And the way her thighs and fingers glistened, slick with her own womanly nectar. And the way her knees trembled just the tiniest bit as nearly a half-gallon of her nephew’s thick, creamy cum sloshed in her belly.
Next thing John knew, his cousins were throwing open the back door and practically shoving him inside, before swiftly piling in after him. The backseat was spacious, a single enormous leather-upholstered bench seat, but it simply wasn’t made to hold four ridiculously overdeveloped teenagers. Abby was first, sidling past him, only to stumble as she passed, burying his face in her pale, freckled cleavage, lingering for perhaps a moment too long for it to be entirely accidental before settling into the far seat. Betty was next, taking the seat by the door, sliding in to sit as close to him as she could, her full breasts resting against his arm while she nuzzled her cheek against his shoulder. Cherry moved to join them, only to find all the seats in the back taken, her sisters smirking triumphantly at her as they snuggled up to their favorite cousin. She glared at her siblings in annoyance for a moment, lingering in the doorway, until an idea occurred to her that turned her look of annoyance into a smug grin. Ignoring her siblings, she flashed John a broad grin and climbed on in, stepping over Betty to smoothly plant her perfectly round ass squarely in John’s lap She gave her hips a wiggle as she settled into place, backing the smooth globes of her ass up against the monolithic shaft pinned to John’s abs, before leaning back against his chest, offering the taller tennager a spectacular view into the valley of her pale, freckled cleavage. As the monstrous shaft pulsed against her bountiful backside, her sister’s looks turned from smugness to surprise, then resigned annoyance as they realized they got out-played.
The massive vehicle rumbled to life as Aunt Christina buckled into the driver’s seat, adjusting her mirror to glance into the backseat, her nephew almost completely hidden from her view below the neck, his powerful frame nearly buried by her daughter’s nubile young bodies. “Now, girls, don’t tease him too much before we get home…” She chided with a soft smirk.
The ABCs exchanged a glance, playful grins spreading across their full lips. “We~ won’t~!” The girls replied in a chorus of sing-song voices, before giggling in a way that made everyone else a little nervous. Christina narrowed her eyes slightly, glaring sternly into the mirror for a moment, before heaving a sigh that made her monumental melons bounce, shifting into gear, and pulling out of the parking space, rolling the enormous vehicle toward the road. The backseat was silent for a long moment, John surrounded by the redheaded troublemakers as they grinned playfully. They were planning something, that much was certain, the only question was what, and just how perverse it would be.
Once they were well underway, John felt Cherry shift in his lap, rips rolling on his thighs. It might have seemed like she was just readjusting, if she didn’t keep doing it over and over, inching her round backside back to grind more firmly against his towering, never-softening cock. With each passing second, her movements grew more intense, more forceful, and more blatant, forcing John to grit his teeth to avoid letting out a soft groan at the sensation of hotdogging the teenage temptress. Glancing to Cherry’s sisters for support, he found only wolfish grins, Abby and Betty not-so-subtly wrapping their arms around his limbs, burying his shoulders in their spectacular cleavage as they watched the show with a mix of lust and envy. Cherry soon gave up all pretense, stretching her arms up and back to wrap them around John’s neck and give herself the leverage she needed to give him a proper lap-dance, lewdly gyrating against him, grinding her perfect ass up and down his monstrous, pulsing length.
John finally let out a soft groan at the sensations, prompting Christina to glance up from the road and into the backseat, eyes widening at the lewd scene unfolding right behind her, her daughter grinding against her nephew like a wanton whore. She gaped for a moment, something deep in her core twitching as her thighs grew even wetter, only to suddenly realize she was drifting and sharply swerve back into the lane, the spell broken. “Girls! We JUST talked about this! I thought I told you to wait until we got home!” She scolded, but the usual harsh, unquestionable authority was gone from her voice.
“No you didn’t~!” Abby shot back in a teasing, sing-song tone.
“You said not to tease him!” Betty continued, grinning wickedly.
“And I’m not teasing…” Cherry purred as she rolled her hips against John’s, feeling his shaft throb between her ass-cheeks.
“What do you call that, then?” Christina demanded, frustration in her voice as the girls lawyered up, trying not to look back at the scene unfolding behind her… at least, not for more than a glance. Or two.
Cherry grinned. “It’s not teasing~!” She replied, playfully.
“It’s called foreplay.” Betty elaborated, a lusty purr in her voice.
“It’s not teasing if we make him cum.” Abby concluded, nodding sagely.
Christina gaped at the blatant leap of logic. “You- You can’t have sex in the car! I’m trying to drive!”
“Well, we can’t stop now!” Abby replied.
“Yeah, that would be teasing~!” Betty giggled, squeezing John’s arm tighter.
“And we’re not… allowed to tease.” Cherry finished, having to pause mid-sentence to bite her lip and stifle a soft moan.
“It’s not like it’ll stop you from driving.” Abby chimed in.
“All you have to do is not look.” Betty smirked wickedly.
Christina bit her lip, trying to stay focused on the road while puzzling out some sort of logical reason for them not to fuck him other than ‘I’m jealous’. “You- You’ll ruin your dresses!” She finally managed.
The girls exchanged a glance, grins widening. As one, they reached down, grabbed the hems of their gowns and pulled, the shimmering emerald material peeling away from overdeveloped teenage bodies until the triplets were completely naked. Six freckle-dusted, basketball-sized breasts suddenly swayed free, pale pink, suckable nipples standing proud and hard as diamonds, their inner thighs glistening with wetness. Together, they threw the abandoned dresses forward, casually tossing them into a pile on the passenger seat as they turned their attentions back to John, playful hunger gleaming in their eyes.
Christina swallowed as she saw the dresses flutter into the passenger seat, biting her lip as she forced herself not to look back at the lewd scene surely unfolding behind her.
Cherry took the opportunity to spin around in John’s lap, straddling his thighs as she looked him in the eyes with blatant lust. “Your turn…” She purred, reaching forward to the growing wet spot on his shirt, where his trapped member drooled clear, slick precum into the material. She leaned forward suddenly, kissing him forcefully, full, soft lips pressed against his, her tongue probing forward as her talented fingers did the same, swiftly finding the buttons of his shirt. One by one the buttons came undone, each one parting to reveal more and more of the towering totem of manhood pinned against his chest, the crown gleaming with precum already. Hands snaked around his waist from either side, pausing to squeeze his grapefruit-sized balls through his pants for a moment before working together to take hold of his belt and undo the tight leather band. With the belt unfastened, John’s steely shaft sprang forward, no longer bound against his chest, to smack heavily into the deep valley between Cherry’s monumental melons, burying itself in the redhead’s cleavage. She purred into the kiss with satisfaction, wrapping her arms around her bountiful bust and squeezing the pillowy mounds together, engulfing the throbbing pillar of cock in the silken embrace of her freckle-dusted tits.
“Don’t hog him!” Abby whined, suddenly lunging toward Cherry. She pushed between her and John, forcefully breaking their kiss, until her own milky, creamy melons pressed against her sister’s, both pairs of perfect teenage breasts deformed by the force as they squished together, trapping John’s towering cock between them.
“Well, don’t leave me out!” Betty interjected, pushing forward and mashing her own melons into the mix, wedging herself between her sisters until John’s monstrous member was trapped between six basketball-sized boobs.
Cherry gasped in surprise as she was forcefully pushed back, her lips leaving John’s with a soft smack, only to glare as her sisters tried to push her out. “You’re not gonna get rid of me that easy!” She objected, pushing into the mix just as strongly as her siblings.
The three sisters pressed against each other forcefully, unintentionally squeezing John’s monstrous cock ever-tighter between six supple breasts. It was the perfect mix of tightness of pillowy softness, his length already slick with precum as the warring siblings titanic tits squeezed and roiled around it, a sea of soft, warm, womanly flesh. John couldn’t hold back, letting out a deep, rumbling groan of pure pleasure, the sound snapping the triplets out of their little spat. The three looked at him, then one-another, a wicked smirk spreading across their lips in unison. As one, their attention shifted from competition to cooperation, the sisters wrapping their arms around one-another’s shoulders to help squeeze even tighter around the mammoth member in their midst. They began to move in unison, sliding up and down the towering pole like strippers, stroking their breasts up and down the massive cock in a three-way titfuck. His shaft throbbed between them, giving a particularly forceful lurch as it spat another gleaming dollop of precum, the trio’s tits swiftly starting to glisten as they grew slick with copious cock-juice.
Christina, meanwhile, was barely maintaining her composure, her fleeting glances into the rearview mirror swiftly becoming longing stares, her mouth watering at the sight of the pussy-pounding prick thrusting proudly from between her daughters’ collective tits. Her thighs squeezed together in a futile attempt to relieve the aching need between her thighs, her nipples hard enough to cut glass as they strained against her gown. The blaring of a horn snapped her back to reality as she yanked the wheel to get back into her lane. “Come on, girls, can’t this wait? I don’t want cum all over the car…” She pleaded, weakly.
“Mmmm~ okay, mommy~” Cherry replied, a wicked grin on her lips as she locked eyes with John.
“You heard Mom, you’re not allowed to get cum on the car.” Abby giggled, leaning forward to lick the gleaming, pulsing knob before her.
“But we can’t tease you either.” Betty reminded, moving in to join her sister, sharing the heady taste of his potent precum.
“Which just means we can’t spill a drop.” Cherry concluded, giggling.
The ABCs moved in perfect synch, bodies moving up and down in unison, six basketball-sized breasts squeezing around John’s superior shaft, pumping along his length, diamond-hard nipples dragging over his veiny cock as they moved. Abby and Betty craned their heads forward, lips and tongues eagerly worshipping the gleaming, swollen head, polishing it with long, lustful, swirling licks or planting lewd, sucking kisses. As soon as Abby pulled her lips away with a soft smack, Cherry moved in to fill the gap, moaning softly as the taste of his sweet, sticky precum exploded across her tongue.
John groaned again, head lolling back as he gritted his teeth and squeezed his eyes shut against the waves of sensation from the busty triplets’ luxurious triple-tifuck. It was too good. Everything about this moment was too good. The sensations, the cock, the girls, the situation, his whole family… His life was too good. His reality was beyond the wildest fantasies of a normal male. Everything was too big, too extreme, too intense, too impossible for them to even imagine, let alone believe. Even if he could brag about his life without inviting legal trouble, nobody would believe him without seeing it first-hand.
Still… even if he couldn’t talk about it, John could still enjoy ever second of his decadent erotic existence. He brought his hands forward, one on each side, until they found the smooth, round globes of Abby and Betty’s thick, juicy asses. His fingers probed forward, following the generous curves to slip underneath the redheaded beauties, only to abruptly curl up as they encountered matching patches of wetness between soft, pale thighs. Thick digits suddenly spread the girl’s drooling nether-lips as they pushed into their hungry pussies from below, drawing soft gasps from the eldest sisters as they continued to tit-fuck and tongue-polish his monstrous member. Two thick fingers began to slowly, teasingly pump in and out of the girls’ eager holes, his pace matching theirs as they slid up and down his shaft, rewarding their efforts to please him.
“Mmm.. You like that, huh?” Abby purred, rolling her hips on his probing fingers before dipping her head back into the middle of the three-way titfuck, practically shoving the other girls out of the way as she swirled her tongue over his cum-slit hungrily.
Betty pulled back for a moment, making way for her sisters as she licked her lips clean of his sticky precum. “Mmm… Delicious.” She hummed with satisfaction as she bounced a bit on his fingers, before plunging in once more.
Cherry pulled away to let Betty in, her lips leaving the gleaming crown with a soft smack, before curling into a smirk as she locked eyes with John. “I bet you’re the only man big enough for this kind of treatment…” She purred, before diving back into the fray.
“Fucking hell, girls…” John groaned, hips rocking uncontrollably, sliding his super-sized shaft through the embrace of the triplets’ pillowy tits, a third finger pushing up to join the two already pumping into Abby and Betty’s hungry pussies.
Abby backed off with a giggle, the trio finding a rhythm that kept them from literally butting heads over their prize and let her thrust her hips down onto John’s hand, forcing those thick digits that much deeper inside her “Not even porn stars measure up!” She exclaimed, plunging forward once more to take over the tongue-polishing as Betty moved out of the way.
“You’re just so fucking big! And hard!” Betty gushed, literally and figuratively, soaking her cousin’s palm with a flood of nectar and biting her lip as she watched the mouth-watering shaft thrusting through their collective tit-press. Cherry pulled away, letting Betty move in to wrap her lips around the tip of that gleaming knob, cheeks hollowing as she sucked and slurped hungrily.
“You’ve spoiled us, you know…” Cherry purred, locking eyes with John. “You and this big, fat, perfect cock.” She added, before her words gave way to a soft moan and she dove in where Abby pulled away, flicking her tongue over the flared ridge of his crown.
“You’re the only one who can satisfy us now…” Abby added, hips swirling atop John’s thick digits, before pushing forward again as Betty made room, the incomparable cock throbbing hard between their tightly-squeezed breasts.
“We’re addicted to your monster cock! Hooked on your delicious cum!” Betty half-moaned, half-whined as she bounced on John’ fingers, shoving her head in between her sisters’ to add her tongue to the mix, all three wet pink muscles licking and slurping at the gleaming crown for a moment before the huddle ejected Cherry.
“Come on, cum for us! We need to taste it again! Let us drink down every last drop of that huge, creamy load…” Cherry pleaded, half-moaning, eyes locked with John’s as the cock pinned between the three sisters throbbed violently, the flared head swelling even larger than it already was.
John groaned, gritting his teeth to stave off the all-but-inevitable climax he could already feel building inside his core for just a few moments longer as the sisters squeezed and milked his monolithic member with six truly spectacular tits. Sex with the triplets was always a wild ride, a dizzying whirlwind of massive tits and soaking pussies and gleaming copper hair and round asses and full lips either wrapping around his cock for a mind-blowing blowjob or purring the hottest, nastiest words of lust and encouragement imaginable. Everything about them screamed of sex, and everything they did together always led around to sex, no matter how innocent it seemed at first. It was all but impossible to resist them when they worked together, and there was one thing they always agreed on, and that was fucking John’s brains out as hard and as often as possible. To be entirely fair, though, it’s not like he tried all that hard to fight it.
Once more, it was proving impossible to resist the ABCs for long. John’s monolithic member lurched and throbbed wildly between the triplets’ tits, the swollen, gleaming head pulsing threateningly, looking ready to explode. His fingers curled, fingertips pressing hard on the girl’s g-spots as the dam burst in his core and raw, molten pleasure surged forth, rolling through him in a cataclysmic wave, a white-hot tide accompanied by a deep, primal groan of lust that forced itself from his throat. His massive balls tightened, squeezing tight as a flood of seed boiled up his length, surging along his titanic shaft, his cum-channel swelling to accommodate the sheer volume of potent teenaged spunk, until it reached that gleaming tip and blasted forth like a geyser.
Abby was already there to catch the first blast, luscious lips wrapped tight around as much of the monstrous tip as they could manage when a sudden deluge filled her mouth in an instant, drowning her tongue in that familiar, intoxicating taste. Salty, musky, rich, and purely male, John’s very essence, distilled. Her cheeks ballooned almost immediately, threatening to overflow with his monstrous load, her eyelids eyelids fluttering with delight as her throat worked relentlessly, swallowing over and over, gulping down the super-thick cream as fast as she could manage. The first spurt tapered off just as Abby reached her limit, a faint rivulet of spunk drooling from the corner of her plush lips as she struggled to hold it all in.
Betty wasted no time. With a smoothness that seemed almost practiced, Abby pulled her head back, lips popping off the gleaming knob as another load surged up from his balls. Betty dove in to take her place immediately, puckered lips planted squarely on the cumslit in a lusty kiss, and not a moment too soon, as the second blast rocketed from the tip, instantly filling the second sister’s mouth with sweet, salty, studly spunk. She couldn’t help but give a softly muffled-moan as his molten maleness bathed her tongue and his blunt digits pressed on her g-spot, before starting to swallow it down, feeling that hot, thick cream pour down her throat to pool in her stomach. As the second load tapered off, Betty’s cheeks hollowed, sucking out every last drop of delicious, pearly goodness from John’s length cum-channel.
Cherry had to practically headbutt her sister off the pulsing, spurting font of seed to get her turn, catching a fraction of his third load squarely in the face, his thick, sticky seed gluing one eye shut before she managed to wrap her lips around the pulsing cum-cannon, catching the rest in her hungry mouth. It wasn’t like she needed to see to savor the flavor of her favorite cousin’s cum as it filled her mouth and slid down into her stomach with each hungry swallow. Still, her siblings, like the good sisters they were, swiftly leaned in to help out, licking up the thick, sticky splatter eagerly, a view John couldn’t help but appreciate. Once her eyelids came unglued, she looked up, shimmering emerald eyes locking onto John’s icy sapphires, staring up at him with a look of worshipful gratitude, satisfaction, and still-ravenous lust.
Again and again the sisters traded places, taking turns, each catching one intoxicating spurt, pulling away to savor their tasty treat and let the next sister have a turn, only to hurriedly swallow his spunk down as their turn approached once more. It seemed to go on forever, a cycle of lips, tongues, and cum, each spurt a little less overwhelming than the last, a little more manageable, until the ‘endless’ load finally tapered off completely, the titanic shaft giving one final lurch between the trio’s tits, drooling . Cherry leaned in to swirl her tongue over the still-steely knob, Abby and Betty grinding their hips down onto his palms as they gripped his shaft at the root and milked his bulging cum-channel into Cherry’s mouth. Her hungry tongue spit-polished the powerful weapon eagerly, cleaning up the last dribbles of seed milked from the monstrous member. John fell back in his seat with a heavy, satisfied sigh, the heavy load that perpetually sloshed in his monstrous balls momentarily lightened.
Abby grinned triumphantly, licking her lips for the last traces of pearly cream as she and Betty fell back to their seats, slowly gyrating their hips on John’s thick fingers, leaving Cherry to worship that monolithic shaft alone, squeezing it between her tits and sucking the flared crown hungrily. “Not a drop spilled! How’s that, Mom?” Abby asked, turning to look toward the front of the SUV. She blinked, realizing two things in rapid succession, the first being that the driver’s seat was empty, and the second being that the car had come to a stop, neatly parked in their garage without any of them noticing.
Suddenly, the door swung open wide, and Aunt Christina was there, reaching into the middle of the trio and grabbing her studly nephew by the most convenient handle available, yanking his cock out from between Cherry’s tits and dragging him across the seat by the dick. John yelped in surprise, struggling to keep up as his aunt pulled him out of the car, leaving the triplets blinking in surprise in the backseat as their brains struggled to shift out of sex mode. Aunt Christina said nothing, her grip firm and unyielding as she hurriedly half-dragged half-marched the overdeveloped teenager into the house, through the kitchen, and all the way up to the base of the stairs before he heard the commotion start in the garage. Christina glanced back over her shoulder at him eyes meeting his for just a moment as she bit her lip, letting go of his shaft and wordlessly gesturing him to follow as she turned back around and bolted up the stairs at a full run. John followed suit, bounding up the stairs two at a time, his member swinging wildly as he did, the sound of six scrambling feet behind him drawing closer.
“John!” Came a small, gleeful voice as he crested the staircase, and he glanced over to see his littlest cousin, Dani, standing in her doorway, the small, slender redhead wearing her favorite fuzzy pink pajama pants and a lightweight tank-top that draped over her budding breasts, a broad smile lighting up her face as she caught sight of him. Unfortunately, all he had time to offer her in return was a half-smile, half-regretful grimace and a wave as he passed, hot on the heels of her mother, his cock slapping comically against his hips and abs as he ran. Her older sisters came scrabbling up over the crest of the stairs in a full-on chase just a moment later, all three completely naked. He caught a glimpse of the youngest girl rolling her eyes as he slipped around the corner. To her, it was just another day in her crazy family...
Aunt Christina darted into her bedroom, spinning around to grab the door as John followed hot on her heels, then slammed it shut behind him, twisting the lock on the handle just as the ABCs hit the other side in rapid succession.
“Mom~!” One whined through the door, their voices too similar for him to identify exactly which one.
“No fair!” Another added, pounding on the door.
“You can’t hog him all to yourself!” Another objected as she twisted the handle in vain.
“I’m the mom, so I make the rules! And I say it’s finally MY turn!” Aunt Christina decreed through the closed door, crossing her arms under her mouth-watering bust. “I’m the one who won the competition, and I still haven’t gotten to have ANY fun with him yet!” She added, sounding just a bit pouty. “Maybe I WOULD have shared the first fuck of the night, but you girls HAD to play games and tease your poor mother. So, now, I get him all to myself, and MAYBE, when I’m satisfied you’ve been punished enough, I’ll let you join in.” She added, firmly, drawing a chorus of whines and objections from the other side of the door, only to pointedly ignore them. She turned her back on the door wordlessly, gathering her composure as she did, her graceful, regal bearing once more in place as she faced John, her massive breasts wobbling hypnotically in her dress, only the cocky smirk that played across her lips and the flicker of predatory hunger in her eyes betraying her true intentions.
Christina stepped forward, her hips rolling as she smoothly strode across the room toward John, her towering heels tapping on the floor with each step. Her icy sapphire eyes stayed locked on his hazel eyes as she approached, even as his flicked uncontrollably up and down the curvaceous milf’s perfect hourglass body. His gaze traced the contours of her shapely legs, the swell of her broad, swaying hips, so wide they strained against the glossy emerald material of her gown, then up to her slender yet soft waistline, then to her bust, only to linger there, entranced. Those pale, creamy, beach-ball-sized melon swayed and wobbled with each step, threatening to bounce right out of the plunging neckline of her tightly-clinging gown. Those mouth-watering melons were perhaps a fraction smaller than his mother’s own incredible mounds, but that endless, creamy cleavage was still more than enough to make him stare, dumbfounded.
Christina paused as she drew near, stopping just inches short of bumping into the throbbing, steel-hard shaft thrusting proudly from her nephew’s hips. She smirked softly, one hand coming up to trail a single finger along the ridges and valleys of his rugged chest. God, he was so big, so strong… She still remembered the shy little boy, barely as tall as her waist, who would hide behind his mommy during family events. The stud before her was so very different… She hooked her finger under his chin and drew him in, pushing herself up on tiptoes as she pressed her lips to his in a slow, passionate kiss, their tongues mingling, swirling and dancing as his steel-hard shaft throbbed in midair between them, threatening to spurt glistening precum onto her expensive dress.
She pulled back once more, giving that dangerous weapon a little distance, and letting her finger trail back down his rugged body, over his chest, his abs, before pausing just above his pubic bone, then suddenly pulling away as she spun in place. She glanced back over her shoulder, fixing her nephew with a smoldering look and a playful smirk. “My zipper, if you’d be so kind?” She asked, simply.
John blinked, his brain struggling as his blood continued to pump into his monumental member. Zipper? Oh, yes, that thing. He reached forward, finding the tiny fastener with thumb and forefinger and slowly pulling it down. Inch by inch the zipper slid down, and the gown’s grip loosened, exposing the smooth, graceful curvature of Christina’s back as the teeth parted. When it reached the end of its track, he let go, leaving the gown hanging loose off her shoulders.
It was so nice to breathe deeply, now that that tight, clinging gown was hanging open… She didn’t move, leaving it there for a moment before glancing back once more. “Help me out of my dress, sweetie.”
He nodded, dumbly, and moved to obey. Christina hummed with soft satisfaction as she felt his large, strong hands move up to her shoulder blades, the warmth of his skin on hers quite pleasant. She closed her eyes, feeling those hands slide out, wrists pushing the shoulder-straps of her dress out and out and out until they slipped from her shoulders entirely, the emerald material falling away from her chest, her pale pink nipples hardening at the kiss of the cool air as her enormous melons wobbled freely. She shivered as those big, strong hands slid down her sides, caressing her curves, coming together at her narrow waist, then separating once again as they followed the swell of her broad hips. The fabric hung on that generous swell for a brief moment before his fingertips nudged it off, letting it fall, pooling around her towering heels and simultaneously baring her most impressive feature, the one edge she had over all three of her sisters.
John bit his lip subconsciously as he stared down at an ass unlike any other. Aunt Christina’s wide, flared hips supported what was quite possibly the most perfect ass in the world. Each expertly-sculpted half-globe of flawless, pale flesh gleamed like a full moon. Not a hint of dimpling or cellulite to be found, just smooth twin globes of ass-meat so thick, so firm, that you could balance a drink on the shelf of her ass. He knew from experience that that glorious backside was tight and firm to the touch, but still tender enough that his fingers would sink deep into the soft flesh when he squeezed down, that it would jiggle and bounce hypnotically for ages after a sharp smack, and that watching that divine backside bounce up and down on his monster cock was one of the finest views he’d ever seen. His cock throbbed, the flared knob bobbing just inches over the shelf of her ass. He just wanted to grab a double-handful of that ass and slide his shaft between those glorious globes a few times before plunging every last inch into her tight asshole…
Before John could even finish the thought, Christina turned around again, turning the focus of his ravenous lust from her bountiful backside to her massive mammaries, her pale pink nipples standing proudly atop her gently-wobbling mounds. Her hand came up, suddenly gripping her nephew by the throbbing pillar of cock, a smirk spreading across her lips. Wordlessly, she began to back up, pulling him along by the dick once more until they were next to the bed. Her smirk widened as she pivoted around him until the back of his knees touched the bed frame, her free hand coming up to poke a finger into his chest, and giving it a push. John let himself topple backward, falling to the bed with a thump as his aunt stood over his prone form, smirking as her grip on his cock angled the steely shaft skyward.
“Mmm…I’m going to enjoy riding this beast… I’m going to milk you dry, my studly little nephew.” Christina purred as lifted a knee to climb up onto the bed, her hand starting to slowly slide up and down John’s incredible length as she moved. Her breasts bounced and wobbled wildly as she crawled into position, her smooth thighs straddling his hips, his throbbing length laid flat against her stomach, the gleaming knob reaching well past her navel. She bit her lip, looking down through the valley of her cleavage at the formidable weapon aimed straight at her face. Her hand continued to stroke its length, fingertips trailing over bulging veins, along the thick cum-tube. “Fuck, are you still getting bigger? No matter how many times I see it, it always seems impossible… “she muttered, shaking her head slightly.
Without another word, Christina leaned forward, planting a hand on John’s chest and letting her massive melons sway beneath her. They were so enormous that her hard pink nipples grazed his chest with every movement. He just couldn’t resist the opportunity. He reached up, hands cupping those tremendous tits, fingers sinking into pillowy flesh as he lifted them toward his face. His lips parted, then closed around one pale pink peak, cheeks hollowing as he sucked sharply at the tender nipple. Christina purred softly, her massive, milky breasts overflowing his large, strong hands, his fingers disappearing into the tender flesh as he kneaded the bountiful boobs. The first nipple slipped from his lip with a pop, and without pause he brought the other one up, nipping the tender bud, pinching it between his teeth and lashing the trapped nipple with the tip of his tongue.
As John sucked and teased her tender nipples, Christina began to raise her hips, higher and higher and higher. Her free hand held that enormous shaft against her slit as she rose, the thick cum-channel sawing over her flushed, dripping nether-lips like a bow across a violin’s strings, teasing her as she moved. She rose higher and higher, climbing the towering cock inch by inch, until her hard nipples pulled from John’s lips with a soft smack. She bit her lip against the sensations as she reached the maximum height her thighs would allow, the gleaming knob pressed against her pubic bone, the angle just not quite right, the beast simply too long for her to so easily slip it inside. She let out a small whimper of frustration and desperation.
Suddenly, Christina pushed herself upright, enormous breasts rising out of John’s hands, her feet digging into the mattress as she pushed herself up until her knees came off the bed. Her legs trembled slightly as the awkward angle put all her weight on her toes, she knew she had to work fast. There was a quick shift, her juicy slit grinding against John’s swollen knob, her tender lips beginning to part around it’s girth… then her legs shuddered one more time and gave out. Aunt Christina’s eyes went wide as she suddenly dropped, the fist-sized head and the first inch of that incredibly thick shaft suddenly plunging into her hungry pussy. She didn’t moan, or scream, she simply froze, trembling slightly, eyes wide and lips parted into an o, a look of pure surprise.
John grinned up at his aunt. He never got tired of that look on a girl’s face. Unfortunately, she recovered relatively quickly, her look of shock quickly shifting to one of smoldering lust, her tongue snaking out to lick her lips hungrily. Her hips began to move, rolling side-to side, the tight, hot wetness of his first pussy of the night squeezing around his swollen, sensitive knob. He let out a soft hum of satisfaction at the sensations, his hands coming up to seize handfuls of the truly enormous breasts swaying so alluringly before him once again. Even with his fingers fully spread, his hands simply weren’t enough to contain those massive mammaries, his fingertips disappearing as they sank into the abundant titflesh of her soft, creamy melons that easily overflowed his grasp. Her hard nipples bored into his palms as he roughly groped the milf’s tender mounds, squeezing and kneading the pillow-soft flesh as she teased his crown with her inner walls.
Christina’s hips began to gyrate as she kneeled, impaled upon John’s towering, monolithic meatstick, her eyes closed as she bit her lip, humming with blissful satisfaction. As they swirled, her inner walls squeezed down, gripping at the iron-hard tip that shifted this way and that just barely inside her entrance. She gasped as John’s fingers suddenly sank deeper into her massive, tender tits, squeezing hard enough to send a wave of sharp pleasure and dull pain shooting through her, a forceful reminder that he was more than just a toy for her own satisfaction. She shot him an apologetic look, and his grip loosened, his strong hands returning to their task of eagerly kneading and teasing her monstrous melons, the tide of pleasurable pain ebbing away to gentle ripples of sweet sensation.
Christina’s gyrating hips began to slowly sink, letting John’s unyielding cock push deeper and deeper into her writhing, rolling pussy, filling her more and more with each passing second. With each new inch of cock inside her, the pleasure for both of them grew more and more intense. The more of his unbending shaft she took, the longer the length that levered this way and that against her tender walls, the flared head questing ever-deeper, finding her every pleasure-point. The more her pussy swallowed up, the more of his steel-hard length was treated to the hot, wet, squeezing, rippling embrace of her depths. She let out a moan as the crown ground against her g-spot, her voice mingling with his own groan of pleasure as her inner walls suddenly gripped his shaft like a silken vice.
Christina began to bounce her hips, gyrating down onto John’s monster another inch, then pulling back up, only to sink two inches down again, her drooling pussy savoring the taste of each inch. More and more of his titanic shaft disappeared inside her, the circles traced by her hips growing narrower and narrower as she impaled herself further and further upon the fearsome weapon. Already she had more than half of her nephew’s monstrous member inside her, stretching and filling the depths nothing else could reach in that familiar, deeply-missed way that only his cock could. Pleasure surged through her with every tiny movement of that glorious shaft planted deep inside her, waves of raw lust that crashed over her body and mind, each one leaving some of itself behind, filling her core little by little. She let out a moan as she pushed herself down further still, her back arching, pushing her bouncing, beach-ball-sized breasts against his strong hands as she rode up and down his titanic shaft with ever-growing frenzy.
Christina bucked her hips, driving herself down upon her nephew’s steely shaft with wild abandon, only to suddenly freeze, eyes going wide as she felt a familiar thump deep in her core, a dull impact that sent a surge of pain and pleasure rippling through her. She shuddered in place, a deep, throaty moan bubbling up from deep inside her, her inner walls squeezing down on John’s titanic cock like a vice. She nearly fell forward, his hands on her chest helping bear her weight for a moment before her own hands came up to his chest to keep her upright, her head dropping to look down to the point where their bodies met. He was already knocking on the door of her womb, and there was still nearly a third of his immense member still outside her. It had been years since she’d last been able to take his entire length inside her, no matter how often he ravaged her, no matter how hard she tried, she just couldn’t manage it since his last major growth spurt. There was something deeply arousing about the idea that he was simply too much man to take, about the challenge of trying to do it anyways… That cock was her Everest, and even if she never managed to summit the mountain, she would love every second of every attempt.
John’s hands shifted on his aunt Christina’s beachball-sized breasts, thumb and forefinger coming together to tweak and pinch at her rock-hard, pale pink nipples playfully, snapping her out of her internal monologue. “Out of steam already? I thought you were going to ‘milk me dry’?” He teased the voluptuous milf, a wicked smirk curling the corners of his mouth. He gave his hips a gentle roll, grinding the flared knob against her inner barrier for a moment, her depths spasming wildly around his girth automatically in response.
Christina stiffened at the teasing comment, a look of playful annoyance on her face as she met John’s gaze. “I’m not done yet.” she replied, firmly, bracing her palms on his chest and beginning to raise her hips again, demonstrating her point. “You’re gonna regret teasing your poor aunt before I’m through with you…” She added, teasingly. She wasn’t going to lose face so soon. But despite her confident comeback, there was still a moment of hesitation before she bucked her hips back down again, that brutish shaft filling her before the blunt tip pounded against her barrier once more, sending a bolt of electric pleasure and pain shooting up her spine. The spike of sensation made her squeeze her eyes shut and bite her lip to stifle a cry, stalling her for only a moment before she began to move again, raising her hips up once more.
Christina swiftly set a punishing pace, hips rolling sensually as she bounced and bucked up and down John’s towering monolithic member over and over. With each thrust, she slammed herself down onto the unyielding pillar of cock, the brutish weapon battering at the gates of her womb again and again. With each impact, another surge of sensation shot through her, each time the pain a little softer and the pleasure a little stronger, but she was ready for it, she wouldn’t let it stop her. Her silken walls clamped down on John’s cock each time he bottomed out inside her, and clung tight as she began to rise again, her depths hungrily milking at the throbbing shaft with each thrust of her hips. Her eyes cracked open just a fraction, only to be greeted by the sight of John’s face twisted with pleasure. She was doing it, she’d been so close to losing it, but she was coming back from the edge, she was taking back control, she could do this, she could make him come first, she just had to keep it up-
Christina’s train of thought was abruptly derailed as John’s back suddenly arched as she came down, driving his cock up with a mighty thrust. The tip slammed into her barrier, then through it, his blunt tip plowing through the muscular entrance and invading her womb, driving into her sacred depths until it pounded against the velvety-soft back wall, stretching it as far as it would go. Christina’s mind went blank as that mighty thrust battered down the dam holding back all the built-up lust in her core, unleashing a tidal wave of pure pleasure. The overwhelming sensation crashed down upon her, sweeping away all thought and sensation other than glorious, orgasmic bliss and the feeling of total, complete fullness. She couldn’t hear herself let out a deep, throaty, trembling moan, or feel herself freeze in place as her inner walls spasmed and clenched around that monstrous cock, or see John’s face twisted in pleasure and satisfaction as he buried all but the last three inches of his titanic shaft inside his aunt’s orgasmic pussy. All she knew was pleasure, an eternity of bliss in the space of seconds.
As the mind-shattering pleasure finally abated, Christina realized she was moving, or rather, being moved. John picked up the curvaceous milf like she weighed practically nothing, the studly teen sex machine manhandling her with ease as she twitched and trembled, still impaled upon his monolithic member. She was lifted as he shifted the two of them around on the bed, then turned around, her depths gripping at his unyielding cock as she was spun around on it. Then, finally, she was deposited back onto the bed, on her knees once more, but this time, with her face buried in the bedspread and the twin globes of her flawless, creamy ass raised high, presenting a truly spectacular view to her young lover.
“Wha-?” Christina mumbled in dazed surprise as she was abruptly repositioned. “What are you-?” She managed to ask before John suddenly began to move, drawing his hips back, his thick shaft stimulating every fold of her over-sensitive depths, until his flared crown tugged at the mouth of her womb. Then, just as suddenly, he thrust forward again, his blunt head slamming against the back wall of her womb with enough force to push her face into the sheets and drive the air from her lungs with a moan. Her eyelids fluttered in bliss as he ground the fearsome weapon into her deepest depths, only to shoot open wide as a sharp smack resounded, a jolt of pain shooting up her spine as one of John’s strong hands delivered a sharp smack to one upturned asscheek. She could already feel her pale flesh reddening, a burning, tingling handprint marking her otherwise flawless ass. She pushed her torso up with trembling arms, twisting around to look back at him with a look of indignant shock and anger. “What do you think you’re doing, young ma-AH!” She yelped, her sentence cut short by a second swat, this one mirroring the first on her yet-unblemished asscheek.
John’s lips were curled in a wicked grin. “I ‘think’ I’m giving this perfect ass a few smacks so I can watch it jiggle before I get started.” He replied, punctuating the statement with another resounding smack that sent the glorious globes of Christina’s thick backside jiggling wildly. “I ‘think’ I’m about to fuck my sexy-but-strict aunt like a bitch in heat until she’s drooling like one.” He added, before leaning forward over her back until his lips were inches from her ear. “I ‘think’ I’m going to pound your pussy until cum straight into your womb… And then, I ‘think’ I’ll take a moment to decide if I want to do it again, or if I want to go fuck your daughters instead…” He half-purred the lewd promise, punctuating his words with a sharp nip to her ear that made her moan again. Her already-trembling arms gave out, dropping her chest to the bed, her ass raised high as though presented for whatever perverse desires he had.
John straightened up again, raising his hand high and bringing it down once more onto Christina’s creamy backside with a sharp smack. But this time, rather than pulling away to let it tremble at the impact, his hand gripped, fingers sinking deep into the thick, soft mound of ass-flesh. With a firm grip on the curvaceous milf’s spectacular ass, he began to move again, slowly drawing his hips back, teasing her the velvety walls of her womb with his flared crown, before suddenly slamming forward once more, plowing into her very deepest depths, her innermost wall, and driving her face into the sheets. Then he did it again, and again, and again and again and again, moving faster and faster each time, pounding into her harder and harder with each savage thrust. Her walls, still sensitive from the recent orgasm and now overloaded by the sudden stimulation, trembled and spasmed around his shaft as she moaned and gasped with pleasure, her voice muffled by the mattress.
John soon set a brutal pace, hammering his hips forward, pounding into his aunt’s womb again and again, Christina’s entire body jolting with the force of each blunt impact. He might have been worried about hurting her, if experience hadn’t taught him not to. Instead, he simply drank in the view of his voluptuous aunt getting pounded into the bed beneath him. The way her spectacular ass jiggled and bounced hypnotically with each thrust. The way her titanic tits flattened against the mattress, so enormous that he could easily see them bulging out on either side of her slender torso.
Even more enjoyable than the view, though, was the sensation. The way Christina’s silky, rippling walls squeezed John’s shaft like a vice each time he slammed into her womb again. The way they clung to his length, slowly relaxing as he drew back again, only to suddenly clamp down again as he hammered his cock home once again. It was like her pussy didn’t want him to leave, like it was hungry for him, like it desperately wanted to milk every last drop of cum from his throbbing overgrown teenage megacock. He had to admit, if it kept up like this, it wouldn’t be long before it got what it wanted! Even if it was to be his third load of the night, he knew from experience he wouldn’t be able to hold out against Aunt Christina’s hungry pussy for long.
Christina was only barely aware of what her body was doing to her studly nephew’s glorious cock, she was only barely hanging on to rational thought through the crashing waves of pleasure that battered her mind. Reality crumbled away as her mind stopped caring about anything beyond her own body, the sensations that surged through it, and the titanic cock ravaging her deepest depths. Each time that mammoth fuckstick pounded into her womb, another surge of pleasure washed over her, so intense it made her mind swim and lights dance behind her eyes. She wasn’t even aware that she was moaning uncontrollably now, her voice ragged as her muffled cries of raw lust filled the room. Already she could feel a familiar tension building in her core once more as each wave of lust filled the reservoir inside her a little bit more.
John’s free hand rose high and came down hard, landing with a resounding smack on Christina’s unoccupied ass-cheek, drawing a muffled yelp from the face-down milf between moans, fingers sinking into the flesh to mirror its brother. Both hands squeezed hard, taking a moment to knead the bountiful ass-flesh as he continued to hammer his monster cock deep into her dripping pussy. They pushed the twin globes together to create a valley of cleavage almost as impressive as her chest’s, then pulled them apart to bare her winking rosebud, before pushing them together again and squeezing tight. They gripped her backside firmly, then began to move, working in concert to pull his aunt’s hips down onto his incoming thrusts. Her sex-addled brain was probably too far gone to behave rationally, but her body knew what to do. After only a couple thrusts, her hips were bucking of their own accord, pushing back into the teenage stud’s thrusts with wild desperation, hungrily trying to engulf even more of the throbbing cum-cannon as her innermost walls trembled with barely-contained lust.
John let out a growl of savage lust through gritted teeth as his pace suddenly redoubled, his hips accelerating until they were practically a blur as he pistoned his oversized cock into his aunt’s womb in a frenzy. Christina responded with a cry of her own, finding the strength to raise her head from the mattress, eyes wide as she cried out. “OHGOD I’M CUMMMIIINNNNG~!” She wailed, screaming loud enough to be heard all through the house, and possibly the neighbors’ houses, too. Her voice and eyelids fluttered as the dam burst once again, releasing a surging, crashing wave of pure pleasure that swiftly swept away the last of her rational thought, as well as any semblance of control she had over her body. Her core spasmed wildly, forcing the breath from her lungs, her words devolving into meaningless sounds of ecstasy, her depths squeezing and milking at the still-relentlessly-pistoning cock deep inside her. The mouth of her womb in particular clamped down like a vice, gripping the brutish invader behind the head, trapping the flared crown inside her womb, refusing to let it escape.
John jackhammered his throbbing teenage megacock into Christina’s mature pussy all through her orgasm, never missing a beat. His trapped cockhead keept his strokes short, deep, and fast, ravaging the milf’s trembling womb like a rutting beast. Her depths squeezed and spasmed and milked his shaft like they were alive, like they were hungry, desperate for the taste of his seed. He could deny them their prize no longer. With a growl that rumbled out of his chest like distant thunder, he slammed his hips forward, driving deep and pulling her hips down to meet the thrust, his blunt, throbbing tip straining against the back wall of her womb as his orange- sized balls tightened against the root of his shaft.
Cum boiled up from deep inside John’s core, surging up his shaft, the fat cum-chanel bulging with the sheer volume of molten seed surging through it. Pleasure surged along with it, a great, burning ecstasy that roared to life in his core and spread along his every nerve like wildfire until the searing lust had consumed both body and mind. His cum coursed along his throbbing, bucking length, rushing toward his crown like a geyser, only to be suddenly stalled by the vice like grip of Christina’s barrier. His cum-channel bulged as his denied seed backed up all down his length, making him wince as a spike of pain pierced the glorious, burning pleasure engulfing his mind. For a single heartbeat, there was a stalemate, his cum held at bay by her womb’s iron grip... Then his cock lurched again, and his second spurt added its strength to the first. Her inner gates were no match, and all his backed-up cum surged forth together, blasting from his tip and slamming into the back wall of her womb, impacting at point-blank range with enough force to make his aunt stiffen visibly mid-orgasm.
Christina shuddered at the sensation of John’s super-thick, white-hot spunk suddenly impacting her innermost walls. She might have wondered why his first shot was so… forceful… if her mind wasn’t completely overcome by a raging tempest of pure pleasure at the moment. As it was, all she could do was moan and whimper with the last of the air in her lungs as the teenage stud’s first shot effortlessly filled her womb with cum that sloshed inside her like molten steel. She fell limp as her seemingly-endless orgasm finally released its grip on her, her mind splashing down into the warm, tranquil sea of pleasure known as afterglow. She drew in a breath of fresh air, only to have it forced from her lungs in another moan as the titanic cum-cannon planted firmly in her womb fired again, filling the already-overfilled space even further and sending a gentle surge of pleasure rolling through her mind. Thankfully, after carrying the triplets, her womb was well-trained to handle the teenage mega-stud’s oversized loads. Again and again and again that glorious cock fired off another salvo of thick, creamy spunk, and with each powerful spurt, there was another her womb expanded a little more, soon visibly distending her slender stomach with the bulge formed by a full gallon of sloshing ball-batter.
As the spurts turned to dribbles, John finally relaxed, every muscle in his body visibly unclenching as his own climax finally released him. His muscles glistened softly with a sheen of sweat as he held himself still, planted deep inside his aunt’s twitching pussy, panting slightly for breath as he savored the warmth of afterglow that settled over him like a blanket. “That was fantastic.” He breathed, grinding his hips forward, cockhead still nosing against the back wall of her womb, just a few inches of his impossible length still left outside her. “I think you managed another inch!” He added, grinning. There was no reply. He looked down at his fucked out aunt, one side of her face pressed into the mattress, lips parted, tongue lolling out, eyelids fluttering slowly closed. He smirked. So much for milking him dry…
In the sudden quiet, there was a noise, a metallic click, from across the room. John whipped his head around to find the source just in time to see the doorknob wiggle, then turn. “There- WAIT, DON’T-” Came a voice from the opposite side, and in the next moment, the door flew open, the ABCs bursting in, the trio of redheads clad in sheer, lacy lingerie as they tried to push past one-another to be first, only to promptly trip over one-another in their haste, falling into a tangle of pale, freckled limbs, voluptuous bodies, and sheer gartered stockings with a humorous chorus of squawks. Dani stood in the open doorframe, a screwdriver in one hand, a hairpin in the other, and a look of resigned annoyance on her face as she slowly shook her head at the pileup of elder sisters.
John arched an eyebrow at the four of them as the ABCs struggled to climb back to their feet. “...Did you consider knocking?” He asked, dryly.
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