Happy Birthday Ch. 03

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.