More Tits Than Brains: Cece and Ashley

The door opens to reveal Cece in all her curvy glory, tits shaking already as stumbles through the doorway while trying to stifle a giggle. You are already quietly thanking your stepsister for serving up one of the drunk ones - you won't have to work very hard to get her on her knees - when, suddenly, Ashley appears from behind her best friend, looking equally spaced out.

"Oh, fuck yes," you whisper.

It takes a moment for the two drunk airheads to notice you standing there. "Um, is Melanie's phone in here? We can't find it out there," Cece slurs while shaking her phone in her hand. "I'm calling it, is it ringing?"

"Ohmygod, where isss it? I don't hear anything," Ashley impatiently whines, clearly ready to leave.

"It must be on silent, keep looking" you say, pretending to search. You know that the phone isn't in here - Melanie probably has it in her purse, but you commit to the charade anyway. All the while, you're really making sure to close and lock all the open exits. You could drag this out with some long, contrived scenario. But these two don't seem that smart from what you've seen. If there's one useful thought between their two skulls, you'd be shocked. Plus, they're already drunk, why waste all that effort?

You stand by the entrance with your back to the door and admire the two asses idly swaying back and forth in front while both girls fruitlessly search on all fours. You start stripping off your pants and shirt, standing nude with neither slut any the wiser. "So, you girls do everything together? Just the best of friends? You ever fuck the same guy?"

"What?! No...." They offer in perfect sync - with a little too much hesitation - as they raise up from kneeling. They turn together to the sight of your half-hard cock as you smile widely with your hands on your hips. They try to get up, but the way they're positioned and dulled, drunken reaction time leaves them grounded. And gives you the only opening you need.

"Well, first time for everything" you reply with a smile before taking a step towards them and shaking your cock in Cece's face. You look down at the titanic set of tanned tits before you and begin to slap at their cleavage with your semi-hard cock. First, Cece, then Ashley. Back and forth, and back and forth while your cock grows in appreciation. Soon, you're leaving smears of precum across the fat udders as they jiggle invitingly while the girls take the treatment in silent shock.

Cece finds her voice first. "What the fuck are you doing, perver-MMMPH!"

"God, I am sick of all you sluts asking me that question!" you growl while shoving your cock into her open mouth. "WHATEVER! I! FUCKING! WANT!" You waste no time getting up to ramming speed, punctuating each word with a hard, rough thrust. With a tight, yanking grip of her hair, Cece can't do anything but gag.

Ashley, meanwhile, tries to take advantage of your distraction by crawling for the door. She doesn't get more than a few feet before you reach out and grab a healthy handful of her hair as well. "Not so fast, slut," you tease without ever taking your eyes off her sloppy bestie **** down your man-meat. It's a rare display of coordination: one hand pumping Cece's face over your cock, the other yanking Ashley back in front of you.

"Where do you think you're going?" you growl. "I just.." she starts, clearly not understanding the assignment. You punish her swiftly, popping free of Cece's mouth and shoving your slick cock into Ashley's open mouth. "That was obviously a rhetorical question," you chide. She can probably barely hear you over her own high-pitched gags. "You sluts really are fucking slow."

You glance over at Cece with saliva-covered tits heaving as she sucks in deep breaths. She only gets to enjoy her break for a few moments before you put her back to work. You forcibly yank her head to your crotch, pressing her nose into your balls. After some hesitation, she opens her mouth and you hear a muffled groan as she sucks on your sweaty sack. Now, with both of your huge-titted sacrifices at your disposal, you moan loudly, knowing it's time to really enjoy yourself

"Keep sucking, sluts," you hoarsely whisper. Cece's tongue explores every wrinkle of your heavy scrote, held in place with her cheek against your thigh. Slowly, you push her head deeper into your undercarriage until you start to feel her nervous tongue flit at your taint. Meanwhile, Ashley is not faring much better - her cherubic face pumped hard and fast while she loudly gagged her way through it. Ironically, her loud, gag reflex was only helping slick your cock with bubbly spit, making it soooo much easier to slip in and out of her glossy pink lips.

The room is filled with gags and slurps and moans for several minutes while you let the girls get your dick and balls dripping wet, swapping duties whenever the mood hits you. One second, their face is bouncing up and down off your midsection and the next it's buried under your sack. Eventually, you pull them both up without warning, looking thoroughly exhausted. Their carefully curated makeup is smeared and rubbed all over their faces - Cece even has a fake eyelash stuck to her cheek. You're holding them up by their hair - a makeshift ponytail in each hand - with four gigantic tits in front of you. Your mouth drops open in appreciation watching the mountains rise and fall while the girls try to get themselves together.

"Get your tits out," you bark, shocking them both. Now fearing your sexual wrath, there's no hesitation this time, and they pull their dresses down to let their braless tits hang free. You get to work assessing, letting their hair go in favor of molesting their fat milktanks for a while. Cece has the fat, natural tits you'd seen on British glamour models - a little natural sag but big, round and impressively firm. They fit in your palm like a ball in glove. Your cock twitches with excitement as you move over to Ashley. Her tits are even larger somehow - maybe an optical illusion when compared with her small waist and hips - and overflow your rough hands. You grip as much tit-flesh as you can and sink your fingers deep. And despite herself, Ashley lets out a deep, throat-y moan.

"Oh, you like getting your tits played with?" you offer with a smirk. "Figures." You stand up straight and step back, kicking off your pants as you do so. "Lay down, sluts." Your toys do as they're told. and lay back on the carpeted floor. You loom over them for a moment with your dick dripping cum and spit onto their dresses, hopefully leaving a permanent stain. You try to take as many mental pictures of this perfect moment as possible, before you descend on them like predator on prey. You kneel in between them and wield your cock like a weapon, slapping and grabbing at their tits indiscriminately.

You start by sliding your plenty-lubed cock between Ashley's gigantic melons and giving them the rough fucking they deserve. Your cock can barely crest the top of her massive cleavage, but you more than make up for it with speed and power. Her fat tits feel amazing as they slide around your throbbing dick, soft and warm, but wrapped tight as you hold them tight in your palms. Cece tries not to watch with her eyes pointed up at the ceiling, staying perfectly still like she's avoiding a hunting T. Rex, but even she can't resist a glance at the spectacle. And not long afterward, she gets her own front row seat as her tits get the same rough treatment. And it goes on from there, switching back and forth until it condenses into a lewd blur. You fuck Cece's tits while holding Ashley's head so that your dick can spear her lips as it exits Cece's cleavage. You grope at their tits while fucking their faces laying prone on the ground. They're not much more than sentient sex dolls to you at this point. It could have been an hour or ten minutes, you'd never have known the difference.

Eventually, the girls are back on their knees - tits red from exertion and **** - and you've managed to find the strength to stand for a grand finale. You hold your hips still and have Cece's head in a vice grip, pumping your cock in and out of her throat. Her tits are wet with spit and sweat and flop noisily against her stomach. Ashley, is behind you with her face buried in your ass, steadily licking and probing at your starfish. God, the look on her face when you told her to eat your ass - the disappointment, the disgust. You wish you could bottle up the pride you felt in that moment. Without slowing down Cece's facial ****, you reach one hand back and pull Ashley deeper, feeling her giant tits press against the back of your thighs. God, I wish someone was filming this! you think. Again, you switch between the two, giving Cece a chance to see how your ass tastes while Ashley's cherubic face gets stuffed full of angry, **** cock.

It only takes a minute send you over the edge - a cum blast so explosive it makes you weak in the knees. Ashley "wins" this game of cock roulette and feels it go off in her throat as her nose is pressed tight to your sweaty thicket of pubes. You spread your legs to stabilize, but also make room to pull Cece's head underneath you where she takes your balls into her mouth while they spasm, almost milking you into Ashley's throat.

You don't have any words or insults now - just a low, grunting roar that feels like it shakes the nearby window and rattles the doors. When you're finally done, both girls fall down onto the floor while you hover over them, all of you panting and exhausted. Your dick, however, stays hard as concrete, pointing in confident defiance of all medical sense. You fall to your knees and grab at their tits again, giving in to your worst impulses. These weren't just any sluts - they were YOUR sluts now.