Though Vera was worried that word of her cookie mishap would ruin her reputation for baking among the others in the house, it wasn't so. The other girls, who had lived with Jen for two months, generally recognized that inedible cinnamon treats were uncharacteristic of their cousin; and more than likely to be the result of foul play. If anything, news of Jen's cruel trick only stiffened solidarity against her.
The 'gym incident', which set Vera and Jen on a collision course with each other, only compounded the tide of anti-Jen sentiment. The Herron house had a robust home gym with various pieces of gleaming metal equipment; Jane had installed it after being banned from several local gyms for, among other infractions, fucking in public. Vera, who loved exercising and fitness, had been overjoyed upon moving in to learn that she would have access to it anytime she liked. She could be found there several hours on most days, squatting and lifting and paying particular attention to the tone of her shapely ass and legs.
During these times, she often saw the other girls. But seldom Jen. It was a further unkind cut that Jen, who had an amazing bimbo body and an amazing ass, seldom seemed to work out at all. Her metabolism was such that, no matter how much she swilled on potato chips, skipped workouts or took naps, her figure never seemed to change. Vera had no idea how this could be, but it was bothersome that she worked so hard to maintain her figure, only to find her posterior equal in a woman who spent her days sleeping off hangovers.
"I think she just fucks the weight off," Vera's cousin Judith had confided to Vera one day, while double-curling dumbbells the size of christmas hams. Judith, nearly six feet tall, was the most muscular and heavy of the Herron women, second only in height to Vera's sister Vivian. Her rather butch haircut, short and side-shaved with a pink streak, suited her well. "She's always bringing guys up to her room to try to make Jon jealous. Or to his room, just to annoy him."
"I believe it has more to do with her intake of narcotics!" piped up Vera's cousin Janine, a glasses-wearing blonde who specialized in cute sweaters and calculating the proper angle to most efficiently deep-throat a cock. Her high, slightly-nasal voice was a contrast to Judith's lower tomcat purr. "After she used our room, Jessica and I found evidence of a variety of stimulants!"
Vera didn't know the explanation, but it was definitely annoying… and Jen would sometimes visit the gym just to dig the needle in a bit deeper, bragging about all the dick she was going to get while the rest of them were working hard. It was one such visit, subsequent to what had become known as the Cookie Incident (Jon's heaving gasps had been heard throughout the house, and word had quickly spread) that ignited the fuse between the two of them again.
Vera was alone in the gym when Jen came in. It was an early-morning workout for Vera; for Jen, it was the tail end of a long night of stud-hustling at the various bars and clubs she frequented. Vera first became aware that she wasn't alone when she smelled the mix of booze, perfume and sex that followed Jen wherever she went.
Vera was in the middle of Squats With Kettlebell (until exhaustion) and would thereafter move on to Clamshells With Resistance Band. Her sweat-glistening pixie cut hair was made even cuter by a purple headband. Her black compression tights were painted on; the exact outline of each of her shapely cheeks could be seen bulging as she dipped and rose. Her midriff was bare, showing off graceful muscles and the subtle ghost of her ribcage. Above that, she wore a sports bra, also in purple, matching her headband. Vera believed that purple was 'her color'. Even her sporty runners had purple piping. With each dip of her ass, she would exhale gently, counting under her breath.
Then came the blonde, breezy, alcohol-fueled interruption.
"It doesn't matter how much you do that," Jen said, leaning against the entrance to the room. She was in her usual slutwear - fishnet leggings, pink thong, and a bikini top in lieu of an actual shirt. A flat-brim cap reading "SLUT" was perched defiantly on her head, beneath which artificially-bleached locks trailed down. "You'll never have an ass like mine."
Vera puffed out a frustrated breath, but did not stop. "Did you… come here… just to… annoy me?" she asked, pausing to squat between words.
"Yes!" Jen replied, viciously, and there was a clack-clack as she moved into the room on her platform heels. "That's it exactly. You're smart!"
Vera made her trademark noise of annoyance, and continued her work. Seconds later, Jen's voice was a foot from her ear. "Why don't you get real smart, Miss Goodie Goodie? Your night with my brother is coming up… you should give it to meinstead. That way I won't have to embarrass you."
This time, Vera did stop, and turned her head toward Jen. An orange morning glow was just beginning to flood in through the windows, casting a cantaloupe shade on their gorgeously tanned, fit bodies. "No," she replied.
"You might as well," Jen went on, smiling her maddening, bratty smile. "He's going to be thinking about me the entire time, anyway. You know he told me those cookies were the worst-tasting thing he ever put in his mouth?"
"You're lying." The sabotaged cookies had been bad, no doubt, but Vera doubted Jon would be so rude.
"Nuh-uh," Jen said, shaking her head. "He already thinks you're just a bumbling, scared little girl." And she said it with such conviction that for a moment, Vera almost believed her. The kettlebell slid from her grasp and she stood upright, turning toward Jen, looking a bit wounded. Before long, though, that look turned into one of resolve.
"You think I'm just a pushover," Vera said. They were standing nearly nose to nose; Jen's huge tits (she had Vera beat in that department, the younger cousin knew) were pressed against her also-but-not-quite-as-large set. She could even feel the metal of the blonde's barbell piercings scraping against her nipples.
Jen leaned in closer, smelling like booze and sex. "Just admit you lost," she seethed in Vera's ear. "I can even let you have some sloppy seconds. Use you as a prop. Put you on a leash and ride you around until his dick is hard enough to fuck me." She grinned viciously. "Maybe you can suck his cock clean after he pumps a huge load up my asshole!"
Vera pushed Jen gently but firmly away, but the blonde's hand caught her wrists and brought them down and around, forcing an embrace, pressing Vera's palms against the roundness of Jen's ass, letting Vera feel what she was up against - a huge, bulging, bimbo badonkadonk with two cheeks so round and jiggly, they were almost spherical. "Give it a squeeze. Feel that? You have no chance of winning. He loves my bubble-butt. So… I'll be taking your turn from now on."
Vera did in fact give it a squeeze. And as a veteran of many hot, incestuous, sisterly ass-squeezes, she had to admit that Jen's ass was top-class. Almost impossibly round, with the perfect combination of firmness and heft. Clearly, Jen intended this move to intimidate her, like a bird brightly displaying its plumage. Vera knew she could only back off, and let Jen have her prize… or stand up for herself, and make a show of her own.
Vera lifted her hands and took hold of Jen's wrists, reversing the position, and slapping the blonde's hands down on her own thick, bubbly cheeks. Ass-meat wobbled beneath the ultra-tight layer of her leggings. She pressed Jen's manicured hands into those cheeks. Butt-globes bulged. Flesh poured out between her fingers. Vera made fearless eye contact… and Jen's own striking blue eyes went wide for a moment as she felt the weight and fullness of Vera's behind.
Jen hid the look of surprise after just a second, but it was still revealing. She now knew that she had a serious challengeron her hands. In the beginning, before the arrival of the Herron cousins, Jen hadn't bothered competing with her mother - they had always worked in tandem. (Jen wasn't book smart, but she was clever - and she had a predator's cunning. Instinct told her that competing with Jane for Jon's cock would be like a cheetah charging headfirst into an elephant.)
With that exception, though, she had never been very impressed with other women. But the ass she was gripping was just as bubbly, firm, and big as her own! All of this passed through her mind in that one second… and Vera could see her expression change.
"I'm not giving up my night with Jon," Vera said, firmly. "And that's final." For a moment, they embraced each other, squeezing ass, sizing each other up. Then, their hands well away, and Jen backed off, turning to click and clack her way out of the gym, leaving Vera to her workout.
The details of this encounter would quickly disseminate throughout the house, pollinating through gossip. Jen told her version, in which Vera had been quaking in her boots but stubbornly clinging to hope. Vera confided her version, in which Jen was being an annoying pest, as usual.
One thing everyone could agree on… things between the two girls were going to a boil in Jon's bedroom.
It was Vivian who suggested that Vera get advice before her showdown with Jen. Viv's eyes had all but lit up with flames at the thought of the whole thing turning into a competition - much to Vera's annoyance - and the suggestion that Vera brush up on her seduction skills had quickly followed. It was for this reason that Vera found herself sitting cross-legged on a skull-patterned black coverlet with her cousins Joy and Jacqui, receiving a crash course in dirty talk.
"Okay, let's hear it," Joy prompted, her voice carrying the dark but cutting pep of a teenage witch. "Let's see what we're working with." Joy's pale skin was criss-crossed with various tattoos that stood out starkly against her ghostly complexion. One of these - a series of markers on her arm that went all the way up to eighteen inches - was for measuring dicks. Others were much more occult. Her goth girl boobs were big, round, pale, and heavy, straining against her black lace bra. All three of them were in their underwear.
"Ooooh… I don't know," Vera said, nervously. "I'm… not really good at it." Truth be told, she had never had to do much dirty-talking in her life. If she really wanted to get on a man's good side, a few cookies had always done the trick. That, combined with one look at her round, bubbly ass, had been all she needed to get by.
"Just give it a try," Jacqui prompted. She had just joined the conversation after putting up a message in her chatroom reading CONSENSUAL GIRL TALK SHOW - NO AUDIO! BUZZ MY VIBE TO DISTRACT ME! Vera realized this meant that her very earnest and intimate request for help was being broadcast live to dozens of horny, fapping cam enjoyers. This only made her more nervous. Her eyes kept shifting back to the Lovense vibrator protruding part way from the crotch of Jacqui's striped panties.
"Say what you'd say if you wanted a guy to fuck you really hard," Joy added. Even that was enough to make Vera blush and she hadn't even been the one who said it. Despite that, though, Vera gathered her courage, clenched her fists, shut her eyes, and went for it.
"I… want your… balls… in my pussy!" she yelped, haltingly. When she opened one eye afterward to gauge the reaction, Joy and Jacqui were looking at each other skeptically… and then at her.
"I think you mean, 'balls-deep in my pussy', Jacqui offered, then moaned slightly as someone in her chatroom tipped five dollars.
Vera threw up her hands and groaned. "I told you, I'm no good at this!" she complained. Even in her time back at the ranch, it had been so. She tended to stumble over her words, or arrange them in anatomically-hilarious combinations. Unintentionally, of course… but it was always good for a laugh that had made her blush red.
"You need to offer something forbidden," Joy said, leaning forward with an ominous smirk. "Something they think will send them right to hell. Let them know that guilty, dark pleasure is permitted."
Vera looked alarmed. "But… I don't want to send Jon to hell!"
"Not literally. But you could say something liiiiiike-"
Joy leaned forward and whispered in Vera's ear. The sentences contained several phrases that Vera knew were sacrilegious, and very likely illegal. After just five seconds of Joy's filthy mouth, Vera yelped with alarm.
"Okay," Jacqui said, reaching out to comfort Vera. "Maybe Joy's method isn't for everyone. But I talk dirty to guys for a living, and there are certain things they like." She smiled confidently, her pink cat-ear headphones framing her face. As ever, Jacqui's long hair was dyed a striking shade of aquamarine. Her heavy breasts were large enough to pull the straps of her cotton tank-top taut.
Joy waved a hand. "Jon isn't some anime doofus like your fans," she said, and lifted a middle finger at Jacqui's webcam. "That onii-chan shit won't work on him."
Vera watched as the two sisters started to argue. As they did, more tips came in, and Jacqui was constantly interrupted by the buzz of her sex toy. One thing was for sure - she was still nowhere closer to learning how to dirty-talk better. She was about to excuse herself when a head popped into the door from the upstairs hall.
"What are you discussing?" It was Janine, who was always curious. Vera tried to wave her away, calling the whole thing off, but the others waved her in instead.
"We're teaching Vera how to talk dirty," Jacqui explained.
Janine bounced onto the bed in her fluffy yellow sweater and leggings. "Fascinating!" she said. "In my experience, a man's cock will get 54.6% harder after I mention that my date of birth was barely eighteen years ago. Perhaps that could be a strategy!"
"Well… Jon isn't even nineteen yet himself," Vera countered, holding up a finger. "So… I don't think that will-"
"Judging by Jon's responses to her stimuli - pupil dilation, rapid breathing, and erections, I calculate that Jen is one of the best dirty talkers in the family," Janine went on, lost in her own world. "With such a short time to improve, your probability of equaling or surpassing her skills is quite low-
"Janine, you're not helping," Joy sighed.
"Tell that pretty-boy to start fucking or you'll choke him out!" came a bellow from the doorway. This time, the figure standing in it was much larger. It was the muscular and curvy Judith, dressed in a spandex bodysuit, complete with a weightlifting belt that made her look like a superhero. Her thighs were slabs; one could detect the hint of her pectorals under her large and bulging breasts."That's how you handle guys like that. Assert dominance!"
"I don't know if choking Jon out is really 'me'," Vera managed, looking even more reluctant.
"Nah, you need to make him feel like a conqueror!" Joy retorted, waving away Judith's suggestion. "Like a demon general leading his armies through the mortal world, to pillage and violate you as he wishes!" Her mouth was twisted up into a smile. "
"Yeah, I'm not much for… demon conquerors?" Vera offered, turning her head back to Joy. The situation was rapidly getting out of control, with many voices talking over each other. And just as the noise reached a crescendo, two more voices, forming a strange and ominous harmonic, chimed in from the doorway:
"You must be lifeless as a doll."
Everyone turned to look at the source of the new strategy. It was the twins, Vanessa and Valentina, who spoke either in alternating sentences or in eerie tandem. They were dressed like dolls themselves, with knee socks and wispy blue dresses, bows in their hair, and each holding a teddy bear. As ever, even their cousins couldn't tell them apart.
"Crawl to him and ask him to make love to your empty vessel," they seemed to recite, their voices droning into an almost monk-like chant. "The inhumanity of your inert body, like a thing to be owned and used, no longer human, will unlock the beast inside of him. His penis will be harder, and he will penetrate you more viciously, than he could have thought possible. He will have the greatest orgasm of his life as he uses you as no more than a receptacle for extracting his semen. His mind will fill with the tawdry fantasy of using a human being as an object, as you lay unblinking and unmoving."
The twins said no more, and then simply turned together and walked away from the door, while the others exchanged glances. Nobody said a word - the room had fallen completely silent, except for the occasional coin sound of Jacqui's viewers buzzing her tip vibe.
It was Joy who broke the silence: "Well, that was fucked up."
It was with those words that Vera let out a forlorn sigh and rose from the bed, shaking her head, grumbling under her breath. "I'm sorry," she said, walking toward the door as her panty-clad bottom bounced. "I know you all mean well… but I think I have to figure this out for myself." And with that, she moved past Judith and out into the hall.
Vera knew she couldn't use any of their advice; she wasn't like them. Even if she did manage to string the right words together in a combination of balls and cocks and fucks and pussies and asses, it wouldn't ring true.
She had one day to figure it out.
Jon had many things on his mind on the night that Vera was scheduled to share his bed. Overseeing the renovations on the house, and dealing with his horny mom and aunt all day, he'd been mostly insulated from the drama that was going on behind the scenes. Thus it was that when the knock came at the door to his room (he had kept his old room; leaving the master bedroom to his mother, who had already filled it with with all manner of clothes, jewelry and sex toys), he was sitting on his bed, his muscled back against the headboard, going over financial statements. His long, fat cock, bored with this topic, was laying snug against his thigh, satcheled in powder blue, pinstriped silk.
Someone had recently spent $12000 at Oscar De La Renta and Prada West , and he had a pretty good idea who it was. "Really, mom?" he groused, rolling his eyes. As new head of the house, he'd recently gained access to the family accounts - and the money left behind by his father, James, who had brought nearly twenty million dollars with him when moving to California - his share from the Herron Family operations, of which he'd been 'boss'.
Good news, right? Well, not quite. At present, factoring in the cost of renovations, there was only two million remaining. Jane had been spending up a storm for two decades, during which time she hadn't really held a job at any point. And when asked about it, she admitted she didn't actually even look at the account, and just assumed there would always be enough money.
Typical mom , Jon thought, and tossed the account statement onto the bed. He rubbed his temples. Being head of the house was, if nothing else, stressful . Adding more than a dozen new residents to the property, many of whom, Jon noted, were brats with terrible spending habits to rival his mother, meant their expenses were about to go way up . He would need to figure out a way to defray those costs, hopefully by encouraging the girls to get jobs. But some were not well-suited to traditional employment. Victoria would compulsively take her clothes off. Jenna couldn't get along with anyone. Jen was utterly hopeless, and a convicted felon. Jessica couldn't get a job unless 'cum tasting' counted as a job. Which, he'd had to remind her, it didn't.
Perhaps because of these worries, Jon was looking forward to spending the night with Vera. His nights with the Herron girls were always sexually satisfying, and at best, he enjoyed them. Sometimes, it seemed more like 'work', especially with the more demanding girls. But Vera was different from all of them; her desire for his cock was less single-minded. He enjoyed talking with her, and through doing so, had learned a lot about what the mindset of the Herron girls had been, back on the ranch. Also, she was very sweet, which was in short supply in a family full of horny sluts.
Thus, when he heard the knock, he rose from the bed, pajama bottoms low on his hips, showing off his muscled abs and iliac, and answered it with his guards down…
…only to be confronted not by one girl, but two.
"Uh-oh," he said.
Both of the girls had stern expressions, and had dressed up for the occasion. Jen, on the right, had tucked away her ubiquitous hat, and her long blonde hair was shining blonde and wild, cascading around her shoulders. Her breasts were wrapped in a halter of loose fishnet; so porous it could hardly be called a garment at all. The black fishnet theme continued down below, with fishnet leggings. The openings in each section were big enough to stick a finger through. The cheeks of her round, perfect bubble ass refused to be contained by the net, creating a pattern like a waffle-iron.
Her lips added a splash of color, done up in neon pink gloss that reflected the light of the hallway, giving the impression of suck-ready wetness. Her shoulders and midsection were as trim and toned as ever, and her blue eyes were electric. All of that, when combined with her tan and her various piercings - the hoops in her ears, barbells in her nipples, and her pierced clit - projected the ultimate image of a slutty blonde bimbo who was down to fuck.
Vera, on the other hand, had changed things up a little. Jon was used to seeing her in booty shorts and compression leggings; the tomboyish sort of fare he enjoyed on athletic women. Even in their first encounter, she'd come to bed in a sports bra and a pair of high-cut athletic shorts. This time, she'd gotten much, for lack of a better term, 'girlier'.
Her panties were a thong done in purple lace; the front, just above the inviting and sensual swell of her pubic mound, was decorated with a tiny bow. Her bra also had an identical bow, a bit larger, on the string that connected the cups. Her large, cinnamon-colored breasts made the lace spaghetti straps extend taut from her shoulders. Jon found himself staring. It wasn't what he'd expected… but it was more than welcome. Vera's pixie cut and blushing face only added to the cuteness.
"Let's fuck," said Jen. "I need some cock in my ass."
Jon sighed. "Jen, it's not your night," he objected. But she just walked past him like he hadn't said anything. This was how she dealt with most things, and life in general. Moving relentlessly forward toward more dick. Jon shot Vera an apologetic look.
"Sorry," he started, but she held up a hand, and stepped inside herself.
"It's okay."
Vera saying this surprised Jon. "Really? Because I heard-"
Jen laughed and wrapped her arms around Jon's shoulders. "She's trying to act like it doesn't bother her," she purred, her voice full of venom. She glared as Vera walked into the room and snuggled up to Jon's front.
Reading the tension of his two visitors, Jon had an inkling that his situation was a mirror of the difficulties his father James had faced with Jane and Veronica, more than twenty years prior - when the two teenage nymphomaniac daughters had marched into his room and demanded he choose between them… with his dick. It was a feeling he was growing accustomed too. His life had been filled with decisions on how and when to stray from James' legacy, especially lately. This, he reasoned, would be yet another opportunity to break free of the cycle and handle things in a new way… if he could manage to think straight with two smoking hot babes rubbing all over him!
He let the girls lead him over to the bed. Jen smelled like sex and perfume and cigarettes; the sort of scent you might get in a club, walking close to a voracious woman who was dancing and waiting for a man to take her home and empty his balls over her plump dicksucker lips. She smelled like tattoos and hoop earrings and six-inch stilettos; she always had. Some of Jon's earliest memories were of Jen coming home from school, her uniform disheveled, stinking of smoke and fuckery. Her no-limits sluttiness had always turned him on.
Vera was different. She hadn't ladled on the perfume and she didn't smoke. Instead, she smelled… clean. And sweet. A hint of anti-perspirant, of pure athletic sweat, and of… cinnamon? Baked goods? Her scent was as wholesome as Jen's was dirty. And her touch was indulgent and gentle while Jen was, as usual, dragging him without regard for how fast he wanted to move.
They sat down on the edge of the bed together. "So… wait," Jon offered, hesitantly. "You mean… you want to… whoa!"
They pushed him down onto the bed; their hands simultaneously dipping into his waistband and fishing for his big, flaccid penis. Judging by how things were going, it wouldn't be flaccid for long. Soon, they were snuggled up on both sides of his chest, each clinging to one muscled arm, with a knee draped over his leg, rubbing their hands on his pectorals and abs.
Jen leaned in and nibbled his earlobe. "I want you to fuck me in front of Miss Goodie Two-Shoes," she purred. "I'll let you in on a little secret, little bro - she thinks you're a total pussy . A sensitive man who likes walks in the garden and whatever the fuck."
Vera glowered at Jen but said nothing. She seemed to be biding her time. Jon became increasingly aware that this was a war of sexual strategy between the two girls; a conflict that might establish the pecking order between them for all time. He could lay down the law… but that would do nothing to solve a problem in the long term. His goal had always been to help the girls govern themselves . They could then live semi-normal lives… and so could he.
"She has no idea about what a horny beast you are," Jen went on. "The way you got angry at me and choked the shit out of me and made me your bitch ." She giggled at the memory. "It turns you on to treat me like a prostitute, doesn't it? You love banging your fat balls off my chin and fucking that eighteen-inch monster all the way to my stomach, and not caring if I can breathe!"
Jon's cock twitched in both of their hands. Jen's was near the base, Vera's near the tip. They could both feel it. There was no denying that Jen's words were having an effect. It was almost a self-fulfilling prophecy with Jen… the trashier, sluttier and brattier she acted, the more it made Jon want to put her in her place.
"You think she'd ever let you unleash the beast?" Jen taunted. She licked down the side of Jon's deck, to his chest, and tickled her tongue around his nipple, all while rubbing her huge tits against his side, and her wet pussy against his thigh. He could already feel the warmth of her slit; it was radiating a "fuck me" heat. And wasn't that typical of Jen? Ready to go in an instant? Ready to fuck at any time? And not just for him, but anyone with a big, swinging dick.
"Mmm… I love it when you choke me like a fucking hooker ," Jen seethed, looking up at him. "Do you think Miss Goodie-Goodie will let you wrap those strong hands around her throat when you want to blow off some steam? I know you, little bro… you want to slap me and choke-fuck me until my makeup runs." She moaned as Jon's cock twitched again in their hands, drawing in a slow breath. "Come on, dweeb… your fitness pixie needs to learn you're not just deep conversations and lame-ass lemonade on the front porch."
Her hand stoked up his shaft. "Bust my slutty bubble-butt open with this monster dick. Bang that shaft off my cheeks. Pull my hair while you do it, baby brother. Make my tits swing. Bend me over and empty your big balls in my ass! Make me crawl to the toilet to shit out your cum ."
The final depraved sentence was her masterstroke, and Jen glanced at Vera with a cat-got-the-canary look as Jon's cock became fully erect in their hands. The blonde knew that her rival couldn't match her in the dirty-talking department; but it was more than words… it was Jen's disposable fucktoy mindset that couldn't be equaled. She looked at Vera expectantly; the tomboy gave no immediate reaction. It seemed she might be freezing up, that the battle was over before it began.
"I'll…" Vera started, blushing deeply. Jen's smile grew. All attention was on her. "I'll…" Jen leaned in, ready to declare victory. Vera clenched her fists.
"-give you a massage!" she finished.
Jen blinked, then raised an eyebrow. Jon's cock, which she had been lifting up vertical, paused along with her as she rose up to her knees. "Uh… what? Wait… that's the best dirty talk you could come up with?"
But Jon only looked at Vera, and, in spite of having an enormous hardon (which they were both grabbing), simply said: "Sure. That sounds great." He had a bemused smile on his face. And Vera, who had been rather docile up until that moment, immediately leaned over to rummage at the foot of the bed, moving quickly, and coming up with a bottle of vanilla-scented massage oil.
"What the fuck?" Jen complained. "Did you stash that here?"
Vera ignored her. "Go ahead and turn over," she prompted Jon. "Your muscles must be so sore after working on the house all day." And, with Jen gawking, Jon did… though it required some maneuvering of his erect dick, which, after Vera pulled off his pajama bottoms, ended up stashed up tightly against his abdomen. He folded his hands under his chin and waited.
"You've got to be kidding me," Jen went on. "We're supposed to be fucking, not helping him work out his charley-horse!" But Vera ignored her again, and swung her shapely leg overtop of Jon and settled in against the small of his back. From there, she stripped off her sports bra - letting her large breasts fall free as they escaped - and started to apply the massage oil… with her body.
Using her breasts and abdomen, Vera pressed herself against Jon, moving around and mopping her big tits over his muscled back until both of them were glistening. "How does that feel?" she asked, gently.
"Really good," Jon said. It was the truth. The oil, and Vera's deft touch, were the opposite of Jen's challenging and uncaring manipulations. He actually uttered his first groan of the evening, not from his cock being sucked, but from Vera's thumbs firmly tracing the lines around his delts, traps, and lats.
"I'll do this for you anytime you like," Vera said, gently, and leaned down and kissed Jon on the back of the neck. And that , it turned out, was her 'dirty talk'. She was not competing with Jen in her Arena, but on a different axis.
"That would be… nice," Jon managed. But his cock had jumped at the idea of Vera soothing him after a long day, in any way he wanted… including some that she might be too shy to vocalize… but delighted to attempt.
Jen was pouting with her hands at her hips. "Oh, give me a break!" she squawked, out of sorts. "Anyone can give a massage! This is fucking dumb!"
Her words had little effect, for the other two were lost in their own little world. And for several minutes, Vera rubbed and pressed and massaged every inch of Jon's back, and his legs. She used her breasts to squeeze and oil up his arms, and let him feel their weight as they pressed. Jon closed his eyes and let himself relax for the first time in a while. Sometimes, she would hug her body close to his, pressing their fit and graceful forms together, in a playful sort of intimacy. The air was filled with the pleasant scent of vanilla. But of course, it wasn't all innocent. To Jon, the hint of willingness and service was something that appealed. And the idea that Vera would take care of his cock in the course of the massage provided plenty of excitement.
"Mmm…" Vera purred, pressing her cheek to the back of his head as she squeezed his aching lats. "Let me take care of you." She started to plant kisses down the back of his neck, to which Jon responded positively.
Jen rolled her eyes and mimicked sticking her finger down her throat to throw up. Vera was taking the advantage, she saw, and not by being a filthy, dirty size queen. No, she had changed the stakes and changed the game. Jen knew that if she allowed it to continue, she might lose out entirely. Her! Losing to a bunch of lovey-dovey horseshit. Can you imagine?
Vera was slipping off of Jon's back and peeking her head up next to his face. "Turn over," she asked him, blushing. "So I can take care of your front, too."
Jon smiled as they stared into each others' eyes. "Heh," he chuckled, affectionately. "I think I like where this is-"
But suddenly, his eyes went wide and he blew out a surprised breath. "Gnnnuugh!" Vera blinked with surprise, and saw that Jon's cheeks were flushed and his hands were gripping the sheets! A look back toward the foot of the bed revealed the reason… Jen, on all fours between his thighs… was enthusiastically and lewdly licking his ass!
"Mmm!" she moaned, her blonde hair the only part that was clearly visible, as she arched her back and braced her hands on Jon's chiseled, muscled ass, pulling him apart. There hadn't been any foreplay or lead-in of any kind… she was absolutely burying her tongue in his anus, in the lewdest way possible. Kissing it, licking around it, sucking it and making her lips pop as she pulled away in splatters of saliva.
Jon lifted up to his hands and knees, his cock bouncing and slapping against his belly before dangling back down under its own weight. A syrupy drizzle of pre-cum splattered to the sheets. He clenched his teeth and groaned. "Jen, you… fucking whore!" he gasped. "You're… just as bad as mom!"
Vera looked alarmed. Her ploy had worked, and she was just about to start in on working Jon's big dick with the cheeks of her amazing ass… but Jen was clearly not going to let her dictate the pace. The blonde was, as always, the dirtiest player in the game.
Pop! Jen's dicksucker lips slurped and pulled back from Jon's anus again, and she reached down to jerk his monster dick off as she looked at Vera triumphantly. "Nice try," she sneered, with spit decorating her mouth. "But this is my little brother. I've been snooping on his internet search history for years. And he wasn't searching for fucking massages ."
Slrrrrrrk-pop! She buried her tongue deep and Jon's ass, licked it around, and then pulled back again, breaking strands of saliva.
"He was searching-" Slrrrrp-pop!
"For-" Slrrrrrpppp-pop!
"Ass-licking whore sisters who will do anything to get their brothers cock hard!" And at the conclusion of her sermon, circled the flat of her tongue around Jon's ass so aggressively and hungrily that a shot of pre-cum blew out of the end of his hanging cock, and his grip on his pillows tightened.
Vera watched the proceedings with a sort of horror. Jen's daring move had tilted the encounter back in her direction; Jon was clenching his teeth in obvious arousal, even through his annoyance. A look of determination came across her blushing face.
"I can do that too!" she blurted, her balled-up fists cutely showing her determination as they lay on her thighs. Since Jon had raised up to his hands and knees, she saw her angle, and slid underneath him as deftly as a veteran mechanic beneath a vehicle. She quickly found herself face-to-face with his big, fat, virile cock. She had seen it before, of course, but the sheer prowess of it still gave her pause. It was the most aesthetically perfect cock she could imagine - long and pink, with just enough veins to be recognizable as an engorged weapon of sex, but so many it was grotesque. The color slowly crept from Jon's natural skin tone to a pinker caste as it approached the tip. The pinkest part, the tip, was a perfectly proportioned knob that was fun to run your tongue around - Vera knew this from experience.
Vera watched as a pearl of creamy seed glistened in Jon's fat pisshole. She also knew that his balls were serious cum factories; this turned her on more than she'd ever wanted to admit. Some of the other girls in the family were mega cum addicts - especially Jessica - but to Vera, it was more about how that hot, thick liquid, when emerging in great amounts, proved the affection of her partner. A validating reward for a job well done.
She craned her neck up to plant a kiss on Jon's pisshole. At the same time, Jen, who still had her long, pierced tongue buried in his ass, let her tits fall out of her fishnet tube top and pressed them forward, wrapping them around the base of Jon's cock just below the balls. Vera could see the big, tanned breasts were shimmering with spit, sweat and massage oil.
Determined not to be left behind in the titfuck department, Vera's look of determination only grew, and she pressed her own tanned breasts together around Jon's cock, up near the middle, such that his tip emerged from the top of her cleavage and poked against her mouth. She applied pressure by squeezing them together, and then wiggled the tip of her tongue against Jon's pisshole.
"Fnnnnnngh!" This was the only response Jon could muster. Things had escalated quickly. Two minutes prior, he had been getting a relaxing massage. Now, he was in a sex sandwich with two hot, bare-breasted young women… receiving a rimjob, a double-titjob, and a blowjob. The sensations were coming so fast that he barely had time to register one pleasure before a new one presented itself. Jen was whorishly pulling apart his ass, wiggling her tongue around inside his anus, licking his balls, running her tongue along his taint, and worshipfully kissing his firm and athletic cheeks… all while pressing her enormous, slutty funbags together around his meat. Vera was rubbing her big, cum oiled- breasts further up his shaft… and sucking on the tip of his cock, licking under his glans, teasing his pisshole… all while both of them made slutty licking and slurping noises. He was absolutely rock hard, accelerating toward an orgasm as fast as he ever had.
"F-fuuuuuuck!" he gasped. "You two-"
They hadn't arrived intending to work as a team, but the results were nonetheless more than any man's cock could bear for long. Now fully lubed, Jon's long, smooth cock slid and pumped between two pairs of breasts. Vera took his cocktip into her mouth and started to sloppily and enthusiastically suck it. Jen ran her tongue over his balls, sucking the fat orbs into her own mouth.
"Hey, don't cum yet!" she complained, her breath washing over his spit-slick sack. "I want to drink your whole load!"
"S-shut up!" Jon spat back, through clenched teeth. "It's your fault anyway, you… filthy… fuck-slut!" His voice grew louder and more ragged, and he posted his body up on one arm, reaching down to grab his shaft and direct its output directly into Vera's face. "Fuuuuuuuck!"
He had lasted nearly two minutes of rimming and titfucking from two astonishingly hot babes, which was about a minute-thirty longer than anyone else could have hoped for. Once Vera saw what was happening, she opened her mouth eagerly and adorably, an obedient tomboy ready to take her medicine, just in time for the first thick, chunky rope of sperm to bust into her mouth, splattering across her tongue and teeth and filling her to the back of her throat.
"Fuuuuck! Fuck… fuck… fuck!" A new fuck seemed to come with every breath as Jon jerked out the contents of his balls. Some of the output hit Vera in the upper lip, and the chin, and sprayed in ropes across her neck and collarbone, contrasting with her tan deliciously; a light coffee color painted with streaks of pearl. She was holding her breasts together, too, making them targets, letting the excessive semen pour into the triangular delta of her cleavage.
"Hey, no fair!" Jen called out. "You fucking asshole, I'm the one who made you cum!" Though this was debatable, she watched with dismay as Jon shot six, seven, eight thick ropes out of his virile pipe and into Vera's face and breasts, coating her with wad, filling her mouth as she moaned out her desire. But Jon had plenty more where that came from, and he reached behind himself, without looking, drawn only by her buzzing and incessant brat voice, to grab a hold of her hair. He wouldn't have been so rough with Vera, but with his sister he had no such compunctions; she had done enough rotten things in the prior years to be deserving of a thousand hair-pulls, or ten-thousand.
As it was, Jen actually uttered a moan of pleasure as she was manhandled, and pulled into place beside Jon, on her back, shoulder to shoulder with Vera. "Shut the fuck up, you ass-licking jizz toilet!" he growled, and directed his cock toward her face as she looked up from the mattress and her blonde hair fanned out behind her head in wriggling, wet, slutty locks. Jon grunted with satisfaction as he pumped more thick strands of cum out, this time messing up Jen's features and finally shutting her up by filling her mouth to the brim - the only method known to reliably work. Like Vera, she pressed her tits together and opened her mouth wide, and it was a further pleasure for Jon to mess up her face and breasts, to make her mascara run, to make her choke on the sheer volume of sperm he was feeding her. He even used one hand to wrap around her throat and hold her down while he emptied himself all over her slutty, inflated dicksucker mouth.
When it was done, both Jen and Vera were gurgling and uttering low moans of pleasure. They instinctively both showed him their cum-stuffed mouths - Jen out of pure sluttiness, Vera out of a sort of 'good girl' obedience, wanting to display that she was finishing every drop of the 'treat' he'd just provided. Their shapely, slender necks worked in tandem as they gulped, thickly and loudly. The low chugging noise was obscene, and when it was done, they opened their mouths again to show both her completely empty.
"Fuuuuck… what a huge fucking load!" Jen purred, reaching out to fondle his balls. "You have so much cum in these big, fat horse nuts!"
Vera followed suit by reaching out to caress his opposite testicle. "You fed me a lot," she said, blushing up at him. "But… I'll swallow as much as you want me to…"
Jon assessed the situation. Two beautiful girls below him, laying on the mattress in stereo, rubbing his cum into their breasts. It was clear what needed to be done; they'd been working to get him hard for a specific purpose, and while their attentions had gone a little overboard, his cock was still rock hard. Moreover, their pussies were soaked. Jen's he could see right through her fishnet slutwear. The pink crescent of her sex was absolutely aching for dick. Vera's purple lace panties had been soaked through with so much lube they were almost transparent.
"Little bro," Jen purred up at him. "I need some cock in my ass. I need to get my guts rearranged, okay? And I don't care how hard you fuck me. I want you to tear me up. Treat me like a fucking cock-sleeve. I know you love this ass. You've been staring at it since you were a kid. So now… turn me from your sister… into your personal bitch!" Her blue eyes were blazing with need.
Vera was looking at Jen as she went on her diatribe; she knew it couldn't go unanswered. She reached out and took Jon's hand, making her own enticing and submissive eye contact with her amber-colored lamps. She spoke, first haltingly, but with more confidence. "I won't ever make you do anything, or try to trick you." She swallowed thickly and bit her bottom lip. "But… I'll always be ready for you. And… I'll let you do whatever you like. Even things… I wouldn't do with anyone else. Because…"
And her eyes shifted to his cock, and she blushed more deeply. "Well… just… let me show you," she finished. Wordlessly, Vera shifted around from her back to her hip, and then to her hands and knees. She reached down to her waistband and, arching her back and putting her cheek on the coverlet, ass up in the air, she began to peel her panties slowly away from the bulging globes of her ass, like someone unwrapping the foil from a delicious bon-bon. The roundness of her butt almost seemed to explode out as the filmy fabric was pulled away. And though she'd been shy in vocalizing her intimate desires, she didn't hesitate to let Jon watch at close range as her asshole and pussy were revealed - both twitching with need.
Jon let out a long, impressed breath. He had seen Vera's ass many times, but never in this position, with it being presented like some sort of two-hemisphere cake for his enjoyment. It was massive. A thick, athletic, bulging bubble of pure ass meat. And when her panties were down around her ankles and she silently reached behind herself to spread her cheeks, letting that thiccness pour between her splayed fingers and spreading those mounds so completely expose her anus and slit, it was a sight every bit as forbidden - and inviting - as Jen's obscene words.
"You can use this ," she promised again, blushing and lip-biting and looking submissive and ready, "as much as you like."
"Hnnngh," Jon moaned. It was like steam slipping from a kettle. What an ass. What a donk. What a pair of cheeks. He wanted more than anything to just bury every inch of his dick inside Vera's holes and feel the heavy clap of her booty on his abdomen. He'd always loved asses - his childhood had been spent among them. First, his mother, who had waddled around in heels and mini-skirts and wore underwear only when she remembered, and then his sister, who had gotten a half-dozen male teachers fired from their school before dropping out entirely.
To feed his obsession, Vera was offering a new and very enticing flavor.
But of course, there was another country to be heard from before he could feel some tight holes on his prick; one that was blonde and impatient and conniving and prone to underhanded behavior. Jen was quick to take up a similar doggystyle position next to Vera, so close that their curvy hips bumped together and caused some jiggling of cheeks.
"Why watch her remove her panties?" Jen asked, looking back over her shoulder wickedly. "Isn't it more fun to just tear them off?" And, with one motion of her hips, she effortlessly made her cheeks clap and bounce inside the loose curtain of her fishnet leggings, showing off her own pink slit and asshole as her buttocks spread and separated. It was hypnotic. "Come on, little bro. I know you want to."
Jon couldn't resist. He reached forward and took a hold of Jen's stocking, gripping it with two powerful hands, then pulling roughly apart. The strings popped in satisfying, staccato bursts, making a large hole that provided access to her pussy and ass. How many sets of fishnet leggings had Jen gone through in her life? Hundreds, and it was always satisfying to tear then open, especially accompanied by her slutty, inviting moan as her newly-freed ass bounced, twerked, and clapped. As ever, her "SIZE QUEEN" tramp stamp added plenty of trashiness to the proceedings.
Vera joined in the twerking, and soon they were both bouncing and spreading their asses for Jon's enjoyment, each girl making the case that they should be the one to receive his cock first in their twitching, winking anuses and wet pussies. Jon found himself hypnotized by all the ass being thrown in his direction. Jen moved like a snake, or an exotic dancer; Vera was more dutiful, putting the goods on display for him to admire… and take as much as he liked.
"You call that twerking!?" Jen said, looking over at Vera's bouncing bottom. She then started to imitate Vera's voice: "Oooh, look at me… I made you some poppyseed muffins! Let's have missionary position sex and hold haaaaaaands!"
Vera glared back. "I don't sound like that!" she objected, then decided two could play at game, imitating Jen's voice with a brain-dead valley girl impression. "Look at me, I'm Jen… balls balls balls! Stick your dick in my nose! Last night I stole a car and let a bunch of guys pee on me!"
"I never did that!" Jen shot back, then seemed to think for a moment. "Or… actually, wait-"
SLAP!
The spanking reverberated through the room. Both girls moaned, as Jon cried out "That's enough!" The girls bit their lips and whimpered as their rippling ass meat jiggled with the impact.
"Listen. The whole point of all of this," Jon said, looking at them sternly, "is to be yourself . Whether it's poppyseed muffins," he gestured to Vera, "or being an annoying, cock-sucking cum toilet."
"Thanks!" Jen said, and smiled confidently. But only for a moment, as her eyebrows narrowed into a bratty frown. "Hey, wait a minute-
"You don't have to be jealous of each other, or change the way you act. Jen, please don't learn to bake. You'd be even worse than mom. Vera, you don't need to talk dirty. I like you just the way you are."
Vera blushed and beamed. Both girls were spellbound by Jon's aura of authority, which had only grown since taking over the family. Though he was only eighteen years old himself, his physical presence, huge cock and newfound confidence had them quivering.
"You're going to be living together under this roof," Jon went on. "At least for a while. And while you do… you're going to get along!" He punctuated this by moving forward and pressing the head of his cock against Vera's asshole. She cried out in pleasure as he flexed his hips forward and inch after inch of meat began to smoothly disappear. The aesthetics of his long, fair-skinned shaft burrowing between her tanned cheeks was absolute perfection.
Jen tried to protest but was cut off when Jon deftly slammed two fingers into her cunt, fingering fast enough to make his hand a blur. No, fuck me first thus became "Nnnaauuuuugghhh-h-h-h!", and Jen's tongue emerged from her mouth while her eyes rolled. Her huge tits pressed into the mattress as she shoved her pussy back against his hand.
"Shut up, Jen!" he said, viciously. "You're not off the hook for my laptop, or the cookie sabotage, or the hundred other things you've done this month! You fucking whore!" The combination of fingerbanging his sister and getting verbal revenge, while sliding his massive cock up Vera's hot, tight ass, had Jon rock hard and ready to go. Jen was already squirting all over his wrist. And as for Vera… he hadn't been sure just how much of his cock she could take. So far, only his mom and sister - the biggest size-queen sluts in the house - had been able to use their asses to take him all the way to the balls.
His doubts were soon erased, though. Vera looked back over her shoulder, biting her lip, and said one word: "More!"
He was happy to oblige. He groaned and seethed out his breaths as inch after inch after wrist-thick inch of his teenage meat slid into her hot, massaging, milking asspipe. It was as good as any insertion he'd ever felt, and far from being uncomfortable, Vera was loving it. She was moaning, she was gasping. She was begging for more. And that, in turn, only turned him on more. He wouldn't say it aloud - not wanting to hurt her feelings - but the truth was obvious. Cute, kind, shy Vera was a total butt bitch . An ass slut ! And the idea that such a cute creature could absorb so much cock… made the whole thing even hotter!
As Jon started to thrust, Vera bounced her ass back into him. From his vantage, it was perfection. The glistening sweat brought out every detail of her athletic back muscles; her cinnamon complexion, her big, bouncing tits - large enough to be seen even from behind. Her sculpted shoulders. And her ass. More than anything, those two brown, bouncing, clapping ass globes. He could feel them banging against his pelvis, could see them compress and bounce and jiggle with each thrust. The sound started to fill the room. Whop. Whop. Whop. Whop. Whop. Whop. Not a high sound but heavy , because the cheeks of Vera's thick, amazing ass were substantial enough to really ring out as their fucking picked up speed.
"It feels… so good!" Vera moaned, as Jon performed the difficult task of plowing her while fingering Jen, all while keeping his rhythm. He loved watching his cock disappear into her asshole, and the subtle, lewd way the rim of her anus seem to cling and suck on his cock as her moved it back and forth. Vera was innocent, but her ass certainly wasn't!
"Come on!" Jen whined again. "You're not… being fair!"
With a growl, Jon pulled his cock from Vera's ass, slick with her juices, angled it, and grabbed Jen by the hair. "Shut… up!" he yelled, and then turned her and jammed his cock down her throat. "I'm tired of your shit, Jen! You fucking cum dump! And because you're such a bitch, you get to suck the taste of her ass off of my cock!"
Jen, of course, couldn't say anything in her defense. She was too busy rolling her eyes as eighteen inches of meat plowed straight down her throat, with the last six being rammed in again and again as Jon fucked her face in piston-like strokes. She gurgled and black tears of mascara ran from her eyes, bubbles of throat slime ran from her mouth and down her chin. Using his powerful arm, Jon pulled and pushed her head along his cock again and again, smacking her nose against his abs until accordion-strands of spit connected his midsection and her face.
"If I hear any more shit out of you, I won't fuck you at all!" Jon spat. "You filthy, ass-licking fuck-toilet!" He pulled her off of his cock, Jen moaned like a whore as spit poured out of her mouth. Jon grabbed her around the throat, making her moan again. "Now apologize for being such a bitch!"
"I'm… sorry!" Jen croaked. "For being such a bi- GLUUUUUUURRK!"
Jon didn't even let her finish before jamming his long prick down her throat and all the way to her stomach again. He grabbed a fistful of that bleached hair and proceeded to use her throat like a cocksleeve for several more seconds, until Jen's arms were limp. Once she was totally pacified by choking on cock, he threw her face down onto the bed, arms splayed… and inserted his cock into her ass, sliding it deep and starting to pound his pelvis off her cheeks. She made only gurgling, moaning grunts.
Vera watched the entire thing with lip-biting arousal. Jon truly did have many sides to him; the sweet and good-natured young man she'd spent a night with was nowhere to be seen as he dealt with Jen. Part of her supposed it was a useful lesson; if she wanted to get to know Jon, she would need to really know him. Not just some idealized version of him. Even in her tender years, she was wise enough to know that.
Also… it was hot to see him absolutely wearing out Jen's ass. Vera blushed deeply at this private admission, and if she hoped that he would switch back and start fucking her soon, she didn't have to wait long before her wish was granted. Jon fell into a rhythm - he would mount Jen and give her ten or fifteen long, brutal backshots, deep strokes that buried his cock to the hilt… then he'd pull out and insert into Vera, sliding deep into her ass as well.
Nor was Jen the only one who received 'instruction'. As he fucked Vera, he told her how to move and what he wanted - orders she gladly and enthusiastically followed. Jon got the sense that Vera craved approval, and also validation for all the work she'd done in order to have an amazing ass. He gave her this and more, phrasing questions to make her come out of her shell and admit what she truly wanted.
Do you like this?
Yes!
You like being ready for me, all the time?
Yes! I like it!
Who gets to use this ass?
You!
He wasn't mean about it, simply firm - and Vera responded to his firmness, confessing in not-so-many words that she would do almost anything for a man she admired… even if she was too shy to verbalize the specifics.
Jon bounced back and forth between taking Vera to that precipice, and flat-out calling Jen a whore and skank, which she not only enjoyed, but had certainly earned. Different as these methods were, though, when it came to taking his cock, it was a dead heat between the two women. They both had amazing bubble asses and they both were able to take every inch of thick, heavy meat up their hot, gripping, massaging young shitpipes. Jen pulled her cheeks apart and begged for more, showing off her gaping, pink hole with cum leaking down over her twat. Vera went down to one hip and lifted her top cheek like the lid of a treasure chest, letting him see the weight of that ass-globe before he slammed his cock home. They started having orgasms not long after; a song of dueling booties that echoed throughout the room - and any nosy Herrons polishing the keyplate with their ears could have easily kept score.
Vera, not wanting to be seen as unwilling, even once paused to jerk and suck Jon's cock after it had come out of Jen's ass… her desperate and obedient eyes promising that she was willing to do that for him… and more. It only made him fuck her harder.
The following several hours were more cooperation than competition. Jen, after learning she'd be choke-fucked every time she complained, was content to wait her turn as the two of them moved into various positions. He fucked them doggystyle of course, nutting all over their backs, painting Jen's tattoo white and pumping a lake of semen into the furrow of Vera's sculpted back muscles and the canyon of her cheeks. Each one of them also rode his dick, squatting lewdly as his cock jutted straight up and speared into their guts, their descending cheeks slapping on his belly with satisfying percussion and sprays of sweat and lube.
There was much cocksucking, both as foreplay for the next round and just for fun; they each sucked one of his balls, traced their tongues along his shaft and dug their tips into his piss slit; and though Jen was much more adept at deep-throating, Vera earnest efforts and gagging, eye-watering earnestness were, to Jon's estimation, just as hot. There was something very hot about cute tomboy Vera trying to force more fat, jaw-stretching cock into her mouth, failing, and then heaving spit and throat slime all over his nuts. Her apology afterward was even hotter.
They lost track of time. After about three or four hours of fucking, punctuated by short rests, Jon found himself laying back, covered in sweat, with Jen snuggling against his left side and Vera snuggling against his right. They were both looking extremely satisfied; as was he - more than once, he'd watched them moan and take up lewd positions while thick creampies poured out of their well-fucked asses.
"Mmm," Jen purred. "From now on… we'll be your personal butt bitches , little bro." Jen always got submissive after a good fucking - it was one of the only ways to keep her in line. Jon knew that the next day, she'd probably be back to her old tricks, but he enjoyed the moment while it lasted. The image of both of them, their massive bubble-butts twerking, tattooed with "PROPERTY OF JON", came to his mind.
Vera snuggled up closer and whispered in his ear. "You can… fill up my ass… any time you like. Okay?" she whispered, and kissed his earlobe. Jon's cock twitched. It was the dirtiest thing she'd said all night, and it had only taken four hours of assfucking to pry it loose. "I love it when you shoot a lot inside me."
Jen giggled. "I heard that," she said, too tired to do much more than tease. "Miss Goodie Goodie wants you to absolutely rip apart her shithole. She wants to bake scones with your huge load leaking out of her big ass."
Vera slapped Jen's shoulder. "S-shut up!" she said.
Jon started laughing, and after a moment, all three of them were chuckling together. They dozed off in that position, and of course, the girls woke him up with morning head, each sucking one of his balls, then Jen jerking him and pressing her cheek against his dick. When he grunted and pumped a load into Vera's mouth about a minute later, puffing her cheeks out with the sheer volume of thick, chunky, virile seed, he was presented with proof that the 'truce' he'd requested would go into effect. Instead of hoarding all his cum for herself, Vera held Jen's head behind the neck and let the semen pour out, snowballing it between them.
They passed it back and forth, chewed it and then swallowed it. Jen even threw in some gargling in her usual slutty way, lifting one thick strand and sucking it into her mouth like a pasta noodle.
"Thanks for breakfast," Vera said, blushing. Jon's cock instantly rose to full hardness again, a fact that the girls immediately noticed. "I know my night is technically over," she continued, shyly, but… if you want-
"Screw the schedule, let's fuck some more!!" Jen interrupted. And on this, both of them seemed to agree. In unison, they crawled to the middle of the bed, got into doggystyle position, arched their backs, and thrust out their naked asses… before twerking and clapping their cheeks and looking back over their shoulders with horny, lip-biting expressions.
That day, Jon didn't emerge from his bedroom until well past noon.