So, just to make sure everyone knows, this series is no longer orphaned! It got picked back up by a new commissioner almost immediately after I posted about it being dropped, so updates will be happening regularly once again (at least, as ‘regularly’ as my wildly inconsistent ass can manage to write anything.) And as always, if you like what you read [redacted]
Anyways, I hope you all enjoy![/pre-story]
Happy Birthday: Chapter 13
John wasted no time as he carried Cassidy through Aunt Amy’s mansion, their lips intertwined in a passionate kiss the entire time, every step grinding his steel-hard cock against her soaking wet bikini bottoms through his jeans. Aunt Amy and Janice led the way, up the stairs and down the hall, before coming to a pair of double doors and pushing them open. The room beyond was Aunt Amy’s private set, where she shot solo videos, some smaller projects, and did the occasional live show, a large room with deep red velvet curtains lining the walls, the center of the space dominated by an enormous circular bed with red silk sheets, surrounded by dangling sheer red curtains hanging from a canopy suspended above it. There were cameras and microphones mounted all around the room, all aimed toward the bed to capture every angle and every moan, and the wardrobes and nightstands flanking the bed were stocked with every kind of sex toy and lubricant you could possibly imagine. Posters of Aunt Amy in sexy outfits and sultry poses hung on the walls, some taken from the covers of her various movies. The room always seemed had a steamy, sultry sort of air to it, an aura of raw sexuality, like the room itself remembered the thousands of hours of sex that had taken place within it.
Aunt Amy lingered in the doorway a moment, turning to John with a smirk and gesturing him inside. John was already testing the limits of his patience, not to mention the structural integrity of his jeans, and took the invitation, hurriedly carrying Cassidy inside. He was so focused on the curvy beauty in his arms he didn’t even notice Amy flicking a switch on the wall, or the ‘recording’ sign above the door lighting up.
John pulled his lips away from Cassidy’s, with some difficulty, as he reached the bed, letting out a playful growl as his body flexed and he tossed the curvy teenager off him. Cassidy let out a squeak of surprise as she arced through the air before hitting the bed and bouncing twice before coming to a rest. The momentum of her enormous breasts was just too much for the too-small bikini to contain, and her watermelon-sized tits sprang free of the cups, jiggling mocha-brown globes crowned with wide, dark areolas and fat ebony nipples the size of gumdrops, begging to be nibbled and sucked. Before she even hit the bed, John was already practically tearing off his shirt, pulling it over his head and baring his rippling abs, his granite pecs, and thick, powerful arms, swiftly tossing the shirt aside and reaching for the button of his jeans. Cassidy’s eyes slid down to the obvious, wrist-thick bulge running down the inside of his thigh, straining against the denim, a large wet spot visible where she had been grinding her dripping pussy against it, biting her lip in desperate anticipation.
“Wait!” Aunt Amy suddenly called out, making John pause just long enough for her to come up behind him, pressing her beach-ball-sized tits against his bare back, her hard nipples poking him through the fishnet material of her outfit. She leaned in close, her arms wrapping around his midsection, fingertips tracing the lines of his sculpted abs as they slid down toward his crotch, and craning her neck up to put her full, painted lips just inches from his ear. “Let me do the honors.” she purred, her talented fingers finding the button on his jeans, undoing it and unzipping him in an instant with well-practiced ease that seemed impossible with those long red fake nails, before slowly working his pants and boxers down off his hips.
All four girls in the room were silent for a moment, Amy’s daughters watching with breathless anticipation as their mother revealed the object of their shared obsession inch by tantalizing inch. It was like a pillar of finely-sculpted marble, thicker than Amy’s wrist, its length covered with winding, bulging veins that throbbed visibly with each beat of his heart. His pants went down further and further and still it kept going, even as intimately familiar with that glorious shaft as they all were, as his pants approached his knees the girls still found themselves increasingly awestruck that each new inch revealed wasn’t the end of it. Somehow, they always seemed to forget the full scope of their cousin’s awe-inspiring endowment. The beast was so long that Amy couldn’t reach far enough to unleash it, she had to bend her knees and slide down John’s broad back to keep pulling his pants down. Finally, the fist-sized cockhead, swollen with lust and flushed an angry reddish purple, slipped past the waistband of his boxers and sprang free with such force that it swung all the way up to hit his rock-hard abs, striking just below his pecs with an audible smack before coming to a rest jutting straight out from his hips, almost a foot and a half of overgrown teenage cock.
Laid out on the bed beneath John’s looming, muscular frame, with his monstrous cock levelled at her like a cannon, a shudder of anticipation ran down Cassidy’s spine. John wasted no time, stepping out of his jeans as he leaned over the edge of the bed and planted one arm beside Cassidy’s head, supporting his weight, while the other grabbed the waistband of her too-small borrowed bikini bottoms and, in a single motion, tore them off her and threw them aside, exposing her smooth-shaven pussy, her lips glistening with her sweet juices. She whimpered slightly, the fabric biting into her flesh as it strained under his grip, but it only stung for a moment, and the whimper gave way to a soft moan as she watched her mother’s hands grip that beastly cock at the midpoint and angle it down, pointing it squarely at her soaking wet slit. Her thick, juicy thighs spread themselves wide on pure instinct as his hips eased forward, until the blunt, helmet-shaped head ground against her nether-lips, and she moaned again, feeling the glistening folds start to spread around the tip of the fearsome weapon.
“If you’re gonna fuck her, then FUCK HER, already!” Lynn demanded, suddenly, having sidled up behind John, just a little off to the side. He rolled his eyes and tried his best to ignore his cousin’s attempt to spoil the moment… Then John felt a pair of small hands suddenly press against his lower back and shove with all the force a hundred pounds of impatient teen could muster. “STUFF that pig!” Lynn insisted as she shoved. John was a foot taller and had more than a hundred pounds on Lynn, her best shove wouldn’t be able to budge him… normally. But taken by surprise, with his body angled as it was, before he’d even realized what she was doing his cockhead had spread Cassidy’s lips open and plunged inside, a full foot of steel-hard, wrist-thick cock impaling her in an instant.
Cassidy’s eyes went wide, her back arched, and she let out a howl as that monster speared into her, stretching her walls with its sheer size. “Ha! Listen to her squeal!” Lynn laughed, grinning triumphantly, only to be suddenly confronted with her mother’s scowling face as Amy suddenly stood up and turned around, looming in front of teenage daughter imperiously.
“Fuck…” John hissed quietly, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment, lost in the flood of sensations as Cassidy’s tight, wet pussy swallowed his cock in an instant, her silken walls clamping down around him like a vice. He was still for a moment, trying to let his brain catch up with the sensations while Amy silently dragged Lynn out of the room, the door closing behind them. When he opened his eyes again, he looked down at Cassidy. “You… you okay?” He asked.
Cassidy bit her lip as she nodded. “I’m fine. It was a little… intense, but… mmm… I’ve been aching for this the whole ride home…” She moaned softly, her soft thighs wrapping around his waist, heels locking together in the small of his back as her arms coiled around his shoulders. “Fuck me. I can take it. I’m a big girl.” She purred.
“Fuck~” John groaned, the last shreds of self-control he had left incinerated by a wave of white-hot lust, his hips bucking forward, slamming another couple inches of overgrown teenage cock into her, only to stop abruptly as the blunt head slammed into her cervix, only three inches still outside her. The impact sent a jolt of pain and pleasure shooting up Cassidy’s spine, a moan forcing itself past her lips as she momentarily stiffened. His balls swung forward as he bottomed out inside her, smacking against her juicy ass; even after pumping dozens of loads into Aunt Christina and her daughters all day, his balls felt full and heavy in his sack, churning as they produced gallons upon gallons of thick, virile spunk.
“God, I’m so jealous…” Janice muttered suddenly, causing John to glance up from fucking Cassidy to see the tan-skinned beauty lingering just a few feet away, watching the scene unfold before her with hunger in her eyes, grinding the heel of her hand against her pussy, her wetness dripping between the strips of fabric covering it.”You didn’t forget about me, did you?” She pouted.
John shook his head. “Of course not! I’ll take care of you in a second, I’m just a little…” He grunted as he slowly drew his hips back, feeling Cassidy’s inner walls squeeze and cling to his shaft as he did, desperately trying to hold onto him for just a moment longer. “Occupied!” He finished with a growl as he slammed his hips forward again, hammering his cock against Cassidy’s barrier once again and forcing another moan past her lips. Cassidy’s trembling leg-lock didn’t stop him from doing it again, and again, quickly establishing a steady pace, pistoning almost a foot of cock in and out of the curvy teeny writhing helplessly below him with each thrust of his hips.
Janice whined with envy, biting her glittering silver lip as she watched her sister get fucked by the hyper-developed teenage stud, suddenly regretting her choice of adding fake nails to her outfit. Sure, they looked fantastic, but she was aching for something inside her… Then she remembered where she was, her eyes widening with realization, and she swiftly turned on one tall, glittering heel and hurried over to a nearby cabinet. She rooted around in a drawer for a moment, trying to ignore the chorus of grunts and moans coming from behind her, before her fingers closed around something familiar, and she grinned eagerly as she pulled it out. Twelve inches of firm, flesh-toned silicone over a rigid plastic core, thick as her wrist and sculpted realistically, apart from the word ‘DADDY’ molded on the side. It didn’t compare to the monster plowing her sister, nothing did, but it was better than nothing.
John’s hips jackhammered his length into Cassidy’s pussy, the entire bed bouncing beneath the force of his thrusts, Cassidy’s massive melons jiggling and bouncing wildly beneath him as she writhed and moaned in ecstasy. He was lost in the sensations of Cassidy’s warm, wet depths spasming around him as he pistoned in and out of her over and over, focused entirely on fucking his curvy cousin’s brains out, until movement out of the corner of his eye caught his attention, and he glanced up, curiously. Janice flashed him a playful grin as she settled into position just a couple feet from Cassidy’s head, laying back to rest her shoulders on some pillows as she spread her long, fit, flawlessly-tanned legs wide, lifting ‘Daddy’ to her lips and giving the toy a long, slow, teasing lick, keeping her eyes locked with John’s.
John never lost his rhythm, his hips pistoning relentlessly as his blunt cockhead slammed against the entrance to Cassidy’s womb like a battering ram over and over and over again. But he found himself transfixed, almost unable to look away as Janice slowly lowered Daddy from her lips, dragging its molded tip down over her supple, toned abdomen, then down further to tease along the soft flesh of her inner thigh. She hooked a glittery nail under the straps of her panties and tugged them aside, revealing her perfectly smooth-shaven slit, a shade darker than the rest of her skin, her mound swollen and glistening with arousal. Two fingers parted her lips, like a flower bud blooming to reveal the tender pink petals within, her folds practically dripping with nectar. She didn’t say anything as she slowly inched Daddy’s head closer and closer to her folds, she didn’t need to, the message was clear enough; she was more than ready, she needed something inside her, and if he wasn’t going to fill her, then she’d have to do it herself.
John’s hips accelerated as Janice slid Daddy’s silicone head between her folds; it was ridiculous, but even as he bottomed out in her sister’s spasming pussy, he found himself envious of that toy. Cassidy’s nails bit into his shoulders as she writhed with pleasure beneath him, and his attention snapped back to her, hungrily drinking in the view of her heaving, watermelon-sized breasts bouncing wildly, her thick thighs quivering each time his hips smacked against them as he pounded against the entrance to her womb again and again. Then Janice moaned, and his gaze snapped back up to see her slowly pushing Daddy’s head inside her, feeding inch after inch of silicone toy into her needy, drooling pussy. His eyes flicked down to take in the sight of Cassidy’s expression twist as her mind was overloaded with raw ecstasy, then back up, watching Janice chew one sparkly silver lip, savoring the sensations as she slowly pumped the first six inches of Daddy’s length in and out of her twitching pussy.
John was overwhelmed, between the constant waves of sensation as Cassidy’s pussy squeezed and milked his monstrous member with each powerful thrust, the sight of her moaning and writhing in ecstasy beneath him, and watching Janice tease herself with a toy, his mind was spinning. He could feel his balls beginning to tighten as they smacked against Cassidy’s thick ass over and over, and his hips instinctively began to move faster, until they were almost a blur, pistoning a foot of thick, throbbing teenage cock in and out of his cousin’s warm, wet pussy. He let out a deep, throaty groan, squeezing his eyes shut and gritting his teeth as he instinctively held back, trying to slow the rising tide of pleasure in his core, to prolong the moment of ecstasy that came on the edge of release.
Cassidy was too lost to the pleasure to speak, she could only moan in echo of his cry, but she could hear the pleasure in his groan and something deep inside her knew what it meant. Her soft thighs squeezed around his hips, her legs locking behind his back with all the strength they could muster, desperately pulling him closer, deeper, until his cock was planted as deep as it would go, the fat head grinding against the mouth of her womb. Janice heard it too, and watched with feverish anticipation and a deep envy, driving Daddy as deep into her needy pussy as she could, acutely aware that the toy was a pale imitation of what her sister got to experience, that nothing could really compare to the bliss that only John’s glorious cock could deliver.
Which his cock buried as deep as it could go inside Cassidy’s spasming pussy, John couldn’t hold back any longer, he arched his back and let out a deep, primal groan as something inside him exploded. Like a dam giving way and unleashing a wall of water, raw pleasure surged through him like a white-hot wave, crashing over his mind and sweeping away all rational thought as he was carried along and tossed around by the raging current. His balls pulled tight against the base of his shaft as his length bucked and throbbed inside Cassidy as thick, creamy cum coursed up his shaft, boiling up from deep inside like a geyser before firing from the tip like the spray of a firehose, splattering against her inner barrier and flooding her pussy in an instant. Cassidy arched her back and screamed as John unloaded inside her, the feeling of being pumped full of thick, creamy cum, John’s cum, enough to set off a powerful orgasm in the curvy teenager, her walls clamping down around him as she trembled with ecstasy, his climax feeding hers and hers feeding his.
John’s balls tightened again and again, pumping load after load deep inside Cassidy’s hungry pussy, finger-thick streams of thick, creamy, virile spunk that rocketed from his tip with enough force to make Cassidy jolt as they splattered against the entrance to her womb. Each shot was more than a normal boy would cum in a week, maybe even a month, after only three shots, she was filled to overflowing, rivulets of creamy cum leaking out around his venin-marbled shaft, after five, a pool was beginning to form on the sheets beneath her ass. Again and again and again the fearsome weapon fired off its payload deep inside Cassidy, the two locked together in mutual bliss, until the tide of overwhelming pleasure finally subsided, giving way to the gentle warmth of afterglow, their bodies relaxing, their minds slowly returning to them, bit by bit.
“John~…” Janice whined, snapping John out of his post-orgasmic trance. He glanced up to see Janice pumping Daddy in and out of her pussy, the silicone toy positively dripping with her juices as she held its base with one hand and worked her clit in circles with the other, her face twisted with desperate need. “Please… I need it… I’m going crazy… This toy… It’s not enough... I need more… I need the real thing...” She pleaded, whimpering again for emphasis.
John grinned, slowly drawing his hips back, prompting a whimper of disappointment from Cassidy, but she was still half-limp after her orgasm, too weak to hold on to him as he pulled his cock out of her entirely, his seventeen inch teenage monster cock coated with a mixture of cum and pussy juice as it slid free of her hole with a soft pop. A thick stream of creamy cum came pouring out of her in its wake as her well-fucked pussy continued to twitch, pulling itself closed a little more with each spasm. John took a moment to appreciate the view of a job well done, before turning his attention to Janice, his cock giving an eager throb as he levelled it in her direction.
Just then, the doors swung open once again, drawing everyone’s attention. “Oooh, looks like you’ve been busy~” Aunt Amy cooed as she strode into the room again, taking in the scene on the bed, her presence suddenly dominating the room. “I see you’ve even broken out the toys! How perfect, then, because I’ve got a new toy I’m sure we can put to use~” she purred, tugging on a leash that was wrapped around her hand, a playful grin on her face as Lynn came tottering in, the other end of the leash attached to her choker, her hands bound behind her back, making her wobble unsteadily on her towering platform heels. “Since Lynn here wants to act like a bitch, her punishment is to be treated like one for the rest of the night. If she’s a good girl, she might get her hands untied, but if she misbehaves, she might end up with more restraints.” Amy explained. “We can all order her around, and if she doesn’t cooperate, feel free to give her some... discipline.” Amy added, grinning wickedly as Lynn scowled, glaring daggers at her mother’s back.
John, Janice and Cassidy all blinked in surprise for a moment, then, almost in unison, wicked smiles began to spread across their faces as ideas began to form in their minds as to how to put the bitch to work.
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