It’s time to smash (for real this time)

A whole seven games later and John still had yet to lose. The girls’ initial enthusiasm at triumphing over John was beginning to die down as they slowly realised it was impossible. If anything, it had only become more difficult as time passed; John’s ability to adapt within a videogame context was simply superior to theirs.

‘Maybe it’s time to do the honourable thing and just ease up on them,’ he mused as he saw Red of with a taunt while she sailed off-screen and finishing off her final stock.

She dropped her controller with an irritated sigh, her lips pursing in a sulking pout while her eyes attempted to drown him in guilt. “You’re a bad boyfriend.”

“Yeah,” John admitted shamelessly, without allowing his concentration on the game to break. “I guess I am.”

“You are quite talented,” Adelia opined before her gaze turned suggestively to her daughter. “It seems as though we need an extra edge to balance the odds…”

Warnings blared in John’s mind as he smelled a devilish plot concocting between them. Moments later, his gut feeling was proven correct as Red’s slender hands slunk towards his groin. She swiftly undid the button and zipper on his school pants before freeing his flaccid cock from his boxers.

“Hmm… now that won’t do,” Lia spoke sensually as she edged closer to John and cupped his chin in one of her hands before planting her soft lips on his cheek.

John’s eyes briefly flickered towards her but quickly darting back to the screen before his concentration was shattered. He was torn. On principle he did not want to lose this game to such dirty tactics, but on the other hand… Red and her mom were certainly making a compelling bribe.

But even as his brain debated what course he should take, his body had already decided; his cock rose to life under the encouragement of Red’s hot breath and tender lips. John bit his lip as Red’s tongue danced along the length of his shaft up to the glans where she lapped up the precum that was already emerging.

Meanwhile, Chey was taking every advantage of the developing situation to batter John’s character across the game stage. As his concentration continued to wane, it became more
and more difficult to keep up with her. It was inevitable that he begun to lose his stock.

‘This is ridiculous. The fuck am I resisting for?’ the hedonist inside him complained. ‘Sex is sex, what does one game of Smash matter?’

Well, it was a good reality check on what mattered here. He gave in and sunk back into a comfortable position to enjoy the work of his girlfriend and her mom.

“Mmm, now there’s a good boy,” Adelia cooed as she pulled his chin towards herself so that their lips met. The slightly sweet taste of apples filled John’s mouth as the milf’s tongue began to explore his mouth and traded blows with his own.

You would think kissing your girlfriend’s mom would be awkward, and it was to an extent. But it had been made quite clear to John over the past few weeks that this was something that would inevitably happen. So since there was no question of consent, John was happy to roll with it.

Adelia was exactly the kind of milf young men dream of spending the night with. Her face was sharp and radiant, decorated with the same lovely golden-blonde hair and stunning blue eyes Red had inherited. Her career as a model had sculpted her body into a sensual hourglass which John’s fingers gleefully got to know as they ran along her curves and contours.

Not to be outdone, Red decided that now was the time to remind John she was there too. After a quick breath of air, she took the full length of his throbbing, seven inch dick into her mouth. John let out a loud groan of appreciation as she massaged his glans against the fleshy walls of her throat, an art which she had been fast perfecting over the month they’d been together.

The sound of the victory screen played in the background of John’s attention, signalling the end of the game. Chey immediately tossed her controller aside and leered over at the three of them with a wolfish grin. “Alright, naked, tails out, on the bed, arses up,” she barked at them.

After giving him one last peck on the lips, Lia gently pushed John’s wandering hands away. Red too paused in her blowjob. A trail of spittle followed her lips as she pulled away, leaving John’s dick painfully throbbing at full mast.

“You will learn now, dear John…” Chey began as she waltzed over to where he sat. Her eyes began at his cock, before rising to meet his own with a carnivorous hunger. One of her hands moved to idly toy with his erect member; a single well placed finger running along the tip of his glans and causing his body to let out an involuntary shudder. She grinned at him, revealing sharp canines while a pair of coal-black ears sprouted on her head.

With the hideous burns covering the upper-left side of her face, the look was altogether quite frightening — and certainly off putting to John’s current mood. The grin playing on her face curled downwards into a frown as she read his face, and she turned the grisly scar away from him to regard him with one irritated eye. ‘Shit, I definitely pissed her off,’ John grimaced regretfully. He had far from meant to offend her.

Her hand quickly pulled away from his dick to grip his arm painfully. Moments later he found himself flung upwards and twisted in the air so that he landed on her bed belly-first. Chey twisted his arm somewhat painfully behind his back and pressed the full weight of her body down upon him. Her hot breath tickled his right ear as she loomed close to him. “I prefer to be on top and in charge,” she told him in a none-too-gentle tone before biting roughly down on his ear. “If you want to back out, do it now, else you will not be leaving until I say you’re done.”

John tried to twist around and look her in the face again, but she had him pinned helplessly against the bed. It seemed that she no longer had any interest in letting him look at her face. “N-no, it’s okay. I want to be with you,” John replied. He felt bad for her and hoped dearly that his meaning had been conveyed. Maybe under different circumstances he would have straight-out apologised but he felt like nobody wanted to hear it now.

Cheyenne simply let out a low growl in reply, and John felt the weight bearing down upon him ease as she unstraddled his back. Now able to raise his head, John found both Red and Adelia had fully stripped, their nude forms boldly snuggled against each other and, though their attention had been fixated on John and Chey, fingers playfully explored parts a mother and daughter really shouldn’t be touching. The sight of it was intoxicating.

Like Chey, Red and Lia had both grown a pair of magnificent wolven ears, covered in golden and white fur, and a luscious, golden bush sprouted from each of their lower backs. The way their ears excitedly twitched or how their tails swayed energetically to and fro made John want to just reach out and pet them.

“You’re staying right where you are,” Chey snapped at him before he could so much as move an inch.

It sounded like she was stripping behind him, but the moment he turned to appraise her, he felt the back of her heel firmly kick him back down onto the bed. It was far less weight than before, but it was still more than enough to hold him down.

“I said: Don’t. Move. Bitch,” she snarled, digging her heel into his back for emphasis.

It was humiliating that all it took was Chey’s foot to render him at her mercy yet he also felt strangely attracted to that strength. So John obeyed. And when she removed her heel, John let out a sigh of relief. He didn’t bother trying to turn his head again. It was clear that he was far better off dancing to the drum Chey beat rather than resist. ‘You signed up for this,’ he told himself wryly.

Red eyed him with quiet sympathy while Lia watched Chey’s naked form stroll to the bedside table. It wasn’t the first time John had seen Red’s aunt nude, but it was a body he would gladly revere every time it was presented to him. The way the taut muscles lining her legs and waist flexed against her pale skin as she walked was truly something to marvel. Her ass too was a thing of beauty. Despite not being overly round or bouncy, Chey somehow maintained a healthy mix of fat and muscle that John would gladly cup in his hands for years.

Opening the top drawer, Chey shuffled around briefly before producing a strap-on with what John imagined was supposed to be a lupine cock given the fat knot near the base of the silicone shaft. Suddenly he remembered Chey’s earlier comment about destroying his ass with a cock made of silicone. The very thought caused John’s body to tense and butt to clench as he prepared to hightail it out right then and there.

But much to the relief of John, Chey tossed the strap-on towards her sister. “I want that cock coated in your daughter's cunt juices by the time I’m finished with John. And make it a show,” she ordered. “But first…” Chey roughly yanked Lia by the chin towards herself and **** her tongue past her full lips.

Lia was all too eager to reciprocate the gesture, happily running her fingers along her sister’s taut ass and back while their breasts rubbed and bounced against one another. John lapped up the sight of the sisters with his eyes. Red, too, happily plunged three fingers into her flushed sex while keenly watching the older women.

Chey ended the affair by lightly pushing Lia away, who was panting heavily but whined eagerly for more. “Down girl,” Chey ordered with an amused grin. “You have a daughter to fuck.”

“I suppose I do,” Lia agreed, turning to meet her daughter’s needy eyes.

A sharp slap resounded through the room as Chey’s hand met the bouncy flesh of her sister’s round rump, leaving a bright pink mark. “Atta girl,” Chey said with a laugh, before turning the good side of her face towards John. “Now then, how to best make use of you…” she hummed, circling the bed in a slow skulk as if assessing how best to devour him.

“If I might chime in,” Red began as she helped fasten the strap-on over her mother’s groin. “I recommend his tongue.”

“Oh?” Chey’s lupine ears perked and she crept forward.

John let out a gasp as her limber body brushed against his own until she had straddled his face. His groaning intensified as he stared down her open slit. It was flared and flush with arousal, emanating a mild musk that tickled John’s mouth and nose. He breathed in hard, the air between them rising in temperature as his need grew. He found his whole body renewed with arousal, more than happy to comply with Chey’s wordless demand.

She lowered herself on his face to embrace John in the warm, wet heaven between her thighs. John dove forward to meet her with glee, swiping his tongue along the length of her cunt and revelling in the taste of her beads of arousal. The flavour was far more intense than what he’d grown accustomed to with Red or Saccharine, but not at all unpleasant. Far from it.

He felt a rumbling through Chey’s thighs as she let out a hearty moan of approval. She began to grind into his face, slowly at first, but the more John slurped at her nethers, the more into it she grew. Soon she was roughly grinding down upon his mouth, encouraging his tongue between her folds.

But suddenly Chey ceased all activity, pulling a small distance away from John’s face. “Watch,” she ordered with a slight pant to her breath, directing John’s gaze to Red and Lia.

His girlfriend cried out in pleasure as her mother swiftly penetrated her in one move with the large silicone strap-on, all but the fat knot near its base managing to skewer Red’s eager pussy. The room was soon filling with the sound of slapping flesh and Red’s sharp whimpers as her mother enthusiastically began to thrust her hips. Red lovingly bucked her hips in rhythm to her mother’s thrusts, fingers sinking into Lia’s round butt to help her deeper inside.

The ritual continued for another minute. John and Chey were both too taken with the sight to get back to their own business. Then, with only a slight pause for warning, Lia thrust forward with enough **** to make the bed frame creak forcing her silicone knot through the tight walls of Red’s sopping wet entrance and into the palace of flesh beyond. Red screamed in a symphony of pain and pleasure, burying her face in her mother’s sizeable rack, her body convulsing. Adelia cooed and hugged her daughters nude form tightly, running her fingers through her golden hair and scratching her ears while giving her a moment to recover.

But after an encouraging murmur from Red, the two of them were right back into it. Red’s voice steadily grew in pitch as she drew closer to climax. Her fingers travelled up her mother’s spine to claw at her back as if holding on for dear life while she was ruthlessly skewered by the lupine strap-on.

Sadly, the sight of their rutting was cut off as a pair of glorious thighs filled John’s vision once again. “Back to work,” Chey growled, grabbing his hair and pushing his face against her snatch.

John was thrilled to get back into it himself. He inhaled her scent, already finding comfort and familiarity in the musky wetness between her legs. Chey’s fingers passionately massaged his scalp while he worked away at her, occasionally clawing at him when he focused on a particularly sensitive zone. John had grown accustomed to rough sex with Red, and so he found it easy to move past any pain he might have felt as he eagerly performed the duty he’d been tasked with.

“God… you taste… amazing,” he breathed in between long and averous licks of her cunt.

Chey writhed and churned her thighs against his face, singing her appreciation with throaty grunts and melodic howls. The sweet oils of her cunt and John’s own saliva made a mess of her toned legs and his face, lubricating their flesh and increasing the pace at which they ground against each other. Her fingers dug into John’s hair as she drew closer and closer to climax, the sound of her mewls and howls spurring him to truly devour her juicy folds. As he switched his attention to her clit, Cheyenne screamed her approval, humping against his face with powerful thrusts.

She was so close.

John grinned in a flash of deviousness, opening his mouth over Chey’s soaking slit and inhaling the scent before gently sinking his teeth into her clit. The warg’s thighs immediately squeezed around John’s face as she let out a triumphant howl. Moments later John’s face was blasted with a wet splash as if a pipe had ruptured. His mouth flooded with Chey’s femcum and he gulped it down as if he’d been wandering a desert, revelling in the intensity of the flavour and the fact that he’d succeeded in making her climax.

A second voice soon joined Chey’s as Lia successfully drew an orgasm from her daughter. John wished he could see their faces right then but Chey was too busy riding the high of her own climax to notice or care. If the cry was anything to go by, Red was feeling thoroughly well-fucked.

Chey bucked and quivered against his face for a few seconds longer, before shakily withdrawing to sit on the bed beside him. “I-if your always this good, I may just keep you,” she said between heaving breaths, lightly punching his arm.

“I’m glad I didn’t disappoint,” John replied with a light laugh as he licked her femcum from his lips. “And hey…” he began, reaching out to take her hand. “I like you too much to let your scars bother me.”

Chey’s good eye flickered towards him briefly, simply grunting in reply and still stubbornly refusing to show him her scarred side. John sighed in defeat, realising there was no point in pressing the issue.

A slight ‘pop’ turned John’s attention towards Red and Lia as the latter slowly pulled out of Red’s quivering cunt. As ordered, the lupine cock was covered in a glistening coat of Red’s femcum. Though John’s attention was directed towards Red’s pussy, marvelling at how it gaped in the open air, flushed red and gleaming with moisture.

“Mmm, come here,” Chey ordered her sister with a curl of her finger.

Adelia gladly complied, shuffling across the bed to where Chey waited. Her silicone cock bobbed and bounced as she did, flicking beads of Red’s femcum across the sheets. Chey took a long sniff and grinned with glee before running her tongue along the head of the dildo. But evidently unsatisfied with just one taste, she soon took the cock in her mouth to lap off Red’s juices.

Meanwhile, Red followed her nose to John’s femcum covered face. After locking her fingers in his and a brief exchange of kisses, she eagerly began to clean her aunt’s own discharge from his face with her tongue. At first, John lay back and simply enjoyed the sensation of his girlfriend’s tongue on his skin, but his own horniness soon caught up to him.

Pressing his body against hers, John began to passionately grope her curves, his fingers well familiar with every inch of her milky skin. Red, despite having just climaxed, was all too happy for another round. Knowing it had been neglected for quite some time now, Red traced a hand down John’s abs and to his cock which was straining for some attention.

Her soft hand cupped his balls and began a slow and tender massage, causing John to let out an approving groan. Her other hand soon joined the party, wrapping sensually around his hard shaft. She began to stroke slowly but firmly, giggling sweetly as John’s body let out an involuntary twitch.

Red’s tongue traced John’s lips before he gladly welcomed her inside his mouth, where they both enthusiastically danced for dominance. “I can barely taste you,” Red chuckled. “Chey must have been quite the treat.”

“Mhmmm,” John agreed blissfully, revelling in the narcotic mix of Chey’s aftertaste, Red’s tongue, and the sensual friction of her hands massaging his dick.

“Charlie, darling,” Adelia called innocently to her daughter. “Before you go making your sweet boyfriend blow his spunk, might you consider sharing?”

Red’s face seemed to light up at the suggestion, before her eyes drifted slyly back to John. “How about it, darling?” she grinned. “Want to go balls deep inside my mum?”

John’s eyes turned to the bombshell blonde. “Fuuuck yesss,” he groaned, the promise of more pussy causing his cock to throb painfully.

Having just cleaned up the last of Red’s femcum, Chey nodded in agreement. “Fine then, niece of mine, while Johnny fucks your mommy I’m taking you for a ride.” Having said this, she swiftly unfastened the strap-on hanging from Lia’s waist and tossed it to Red.

John shuffled over to Lia, who lay spread on the bed in wait for him. A coy smile lined her delicate lips, and John couldn’t help but gulp at the sight of her. A year ago, the thought that he could fuck both a hot girl like Red and a milf like Lia existed only in his fantasies. Even though he’d known for weeks now that it was likely to happen, now that the time had actually come, he found himself surprisingly nervous.

Lia seemed to understand his nerves, gently cupping his face with one hand and giving him a delicate peck on the lips. “We may not have known each other long, but I already consider you one of the pack. No matter your performance here this night, please do remember that.”

John let out a wry laugh at her words. “Are your expectations that low?”

“On the contrary. Chey’s reaction has given me high hopes,” Lia grinned before guiding his hand to her groin. Her pussy was flushed a deep red and radiated a carnal heat. “Do you feel how excited I am?” she whispered sensually in his ear, before pulling back and smiling nervously. “Though admittedly, I have only ever slept with one other man in my life… so I’m a little apprehensive too.”

‘Oh…’ John shifted uncomfortably, now doubting whether he should be doing this.

She placed a finger over his lips before he could reply. “Think no more of it. I am wet and eager to be fucked.”

John laughed at her words, his worries brushed aside. Grabbing his shaft with a gentle hand, Lia guided it to her sopping wet entrance. As his glans brushed against the folds of her pussy, they both let out an involuntary gasp. They were still for several seconds before John realised that she was waiting for him to take charge here. He pushed forward.

The two of them let out a blissful sigh as his dick sunk easily into Lia’s welcoming depths. She wasn’t quite as tight as Red, but her pussy pulsed and quivered around his intruding member, radiating heat like a wet, fleshy furnace that set his whole body at ease. He’d been attracted to Lia since they’d first met, but something about being inside her made John unfathomably smitten. He gazed upon her now with newfound affection. Her face was serene, like a delicate sculpture of blown glass, sharing so many of the features he’d come to love in Red: her deep golden hair, her dazzling blue eyes, the cute concave of her nose, and her soft fleshy pink lips. John leaned in to claim them now, his tongue prying open her lips as if to feed his yearning to her. Lia seemed taken aback by his passion but soon began to eagerly reciprocate the gesture.

John began to thrust gently inside her, causing the two of them to moan into each other’s mouth as their tongues refused to break from their passionate duel. Lia’s hand slunk across his chest and abs, getting a feel for the muscle he’d begun to develop over weeks of swordplay, before her hands moved to grip his firm ass. John was similarly eager to explore the milf’s voloptuous figure. One hand kneaded a large breast, with his thumb and index finger gently toying with her hard nipple. The other wandered down her waist, getting a feel for her plump asscheeks before discovering her magnificent golden tail, which brushed sensually against the bedsheets and his skin.

The moment he began to run his hand through the gorgeous fur of her tail, Lia let out a yelp of surprise. At first John thought he’d made a mistake, but the way her tail sought out his retreating hand told him otherwise. Lia began to let out a low whimper as his hand caressed the fluffy fur of her tail and enthusiastically ground her hips against him as if to reinforce he was doing the right thing. Her golden ears twitched unhappily at their lack of attention, causing John to let out a light chuckle. Despite being several years older than him, the way her body called for his attention was adorable. She continued to release cute whimpers as John began to scratch at one of her ears, never breaking from their passionate kiss.

He began to thrust harder, her needy cunt all the while convulsing rhythmically around his member, encouraging him deeper inside. Her hands tightly gripped his ass, massaging the muscles between her fingers as they bucked against each other, climaxes drawing exponentially closer.

The room was filled with the the wet and fleshy slaps of their fucking. Mixed in was the sound of Chey roughly fucking herself on top of Red, but the both of them were far from the front of John’s mind right now. He was focussed solely on Lia.

She was so close, he could feel it. And he was closer.

The milf cupped his balls with one hand, marvelling in how she could feel them swelling the closer he came to blowing. For the first time, she broke from their passionate kiss, doing her best to take in a lungful of air between John’s powerful thrusts. Only half succeeding, she then leaned forward, eagerly running her lips along his neck before pausing at his ear.

“Would you like to get me pregnant, John?” she breathed sensually, the words themselves causing John to miss a beat in his rhythmic thrusts.

Adelia giggled slyly as she cupped his face and leaned in to kiss him briefly once more. “You do too, you naughty boy!” she paused briefly as their wet tongues traded blows. “I can feel you straining inside me. The thought turns you on terribly, doesn’t it?” she grinned. “And not just me, I imagine in; you want the three of us round and fat with your pups, don’t you?”

“Yes,” John grunted, in an entirely different headspace from his usual self.

“Then, cum inside, John,” Lia gasped as the intensity built between them. “Fill me up. Breed me!”

John’s vision blackened as he exploded inside her, cumming with the **** of an erupting fire hydrant and setting off Lia’s own orgasm. She howled in his ear as she felt her insides fill with John’s creamy spunk, only managing to silence herself by biting fiercely into his neck while her fingers clawed into his muscular back.

John felt dizzy, and he collapsed breathlessly into Lia’s chest where she hugged him tightly. Her breasts made for a comfortable pillow. John wasn’t quite sure how long they remained like that when common sense began to return to him. “Uhm… did I actually?” he breathed heavily, unable to form a full sentence.

Adelia took several more moments to catch her breath before answering, “Don’t worry… I don’t think either of us are ready for a pup right now… I just got… caught up in the heat of the moment. Sorry if I lead you on, darling.”

“No it’s fine,” he breathed. “You’re right… far from ready for a kid right now… but that was fucking hot.”

“I’ll say,” the voice of his girlfriend chimed in, reminding them both that there were two others present.

John’s eyes fluttered open to see Red and Chey peering at them with amusement. He was ashamed to admit he’d forgotten entirely that they were there. The lupine dildo was now strapped to Red’s waist and glistened with a wet sheen that betrayed that the two of them had been up to their own mischief while John and Lia had gone at it.

“You’re looking more and more like you’ll be worth keeping,” Chey grinned, regarding John with intense desire.

As willing as John was to fuck her, he wasn’t quite sure he was ready for another round so soon. Chey looked ready to bite his head off when he tried to voice as much, but thankfully Lia came to his assistance.

“You both do look exhausted,” Chey sighed unhappily before glaring lustfully at John. “But there’s no chance you’re escaping next time.”

“Believe me, come next time I’ll be just as keen as you,” John replied wearily before the thought that he was forgetting something suddenly struck him.