Chapter Fourteen: Great Sexpectations

"I never outright said I wasn’t going to fuck you, did I?”

“Mexico sounds like a great place to begin our honeymoon.” Amy agreed, heat leaking back into her sultry voice as she commandeered his twitching turgidity from Miss Gwendoline’s fondling fingers. “Turn around Fiona, I will guide my husband-to-be into you myself. For science, of course.”

“Thankyouthankyouthankyou!” The flexible nymphet gushed, spinning on a dime and bending over to wave her sensationally sculpted tooshie at them. “You’re going to love Bahia San Agustin. The villa is right on the beach and we can all wear the tiniest Brazilian bikinis…”

“You are right, I’m sure.” Amy smirked as she positioned Terry’s bulbous crown at the lubricious entrance to the redhead’s pretty pink pussy and notched him into her parting nether lips. “Better brace yourself, neighbor, because this is going to be the reverse of throwing a sausage down a hallway.”

“Like squeezing a school bus into motorcycle parking?” Bernie suggested, staring down in lewd fascination as Amy fed the first cunt-cramming inches into Fiona’s slick snatch.

“Bernice, language!” Miss Gwendoline scolded half-heartedly, also fixated on the sordid scene as she couched her bare overflowing breasts on Terry’s shoulders. “You can try to act like a proper lady, at least.”

“Nah, I’d rather be Terry’s cock-hungry whore.” Bernie countered, gnawing her bottom lip as Amy stretched Fiona wide-open on his splitting girth. “On the streets and between the sheets. Don’t pretend like you are any different, Gwen.”

The commentary from the peanut gallery were lost on Terry as his future bride pressed more of his obstinate length into the excitedly huffing brat’s tight honey-hole. Fiona’s clenching walls gripped him like a vise as her squirting nectar turned her stuffed pussy into a slip-and-slide adventure for him to explore.

“Oh my gawd, Tiger.” Amy husked in an awe-struck tone. “There’s just so much of you. She can’t possibly take all of that inside herself, can she?”

Looking down at where the squirming redhead’s nether lips stretched into an air-tight seal around his double-wide shaft, Terry considered it.

“Probably not on the first go around. Gwen was a pretty wild exception.” He hazarded, “That leaves space for you, baby. Come around front, I want to kiss my future wife.”

Amy’s dazzling smile was that of a fox left in charge of a dozen hen houses. ”Mmmm… so commanding. Whatever you say, Tiger.”

She shimmied out of her tiny running shorts before throwing a long, shapely leg over Fiona’s wiggling butt. Then Amy scooched in close until his chin was propped up on her cushiony, bra-clad cleavage and her naked pelvis was rubbing firmly against his stomach.

She raked his hair back with her fingers and tickled Terry’s scalp with her nails as she stared at him with her smoldering almond eyes and wet her ruby lips with an anticipatory darting of her tongue.

“Like this, baby? Is this how you want your hot wifey?” She purred coquettishly, squeezing her slender thighs around the throbbing length not buried in their bratty neighbor. “I want to ride your cock right into her tight little pussy. I want to feel every twitch of this beefy beast as it ruins that teasing twat for anyone but us.”

“Holy shit, Amy! I can’t fucking wait to marry you.”

Then they were kissing with a heated intensity, tongues wrestling and coiling over each other as Amy loomed over Terry and pulled him harder into her passionate embrace. Her silky thighs ground together, adding an extra dimension of tactile stimulation to his mounting pleasure, and her warm honey flowed from her dripping folds to coat his cocooned cockmeat.

“Jeezus, that is hot.” Bernie groaned from beside the necking couple. Moving in to wrap them both up in a well-upholstered hug that squashed Terry deeper into his fiance’s bountiful boobage. “Do it, Stud. Fuck them together then let me eat a creamy boxed lunch out of the ginger slut’s wrecked cunny.”

“That’s it, big boy.” Miss Gwendoline crooned, rubbing her warm hands up and down Terry’s back in caressing strokes. “I know you can do it, show us all what a big, strong man you are. Tame that naughty minx for Momma.”

Terry growled into Amy’s mouth and she hummed back in approval as his hips began to pump like steam-powered pistons, driving his king-sized dick through Amy’s cock-**** leglock and into Fiona’s foaming pussy.

Three sets of buttery soft hands roamed his heaving, bucking body as Terry rutted and grunted like a neanderthal, drowning in a sex-fueled delirium and the press of soft-yet-toned female flesh surrounding him on all sides.

The living room felt steamier than a Swedish sauna, and reeked of clean sweat, masculine musk and feminine arousal. Gasps and moans, punctuated by the slapping sound of skin against skin, blended into a sinful soundtrack to accompany the carnal bacchanal that had swept them all away like a tropical typhoon of hedonistic desire.

”Nnnnurgh~ Yes! You’re filling me so good, Terry.” Fiona howled, her elbows giving out as she collapsed face down into the carpet with her taut rear end still shaking high in the air. “You are stretching out my insides and poking my fertile little womb with your huge, hunky dick!”

“Hear that, Tiger?” Amy whispered hotly into his ear as she nibbled on the lobe and churned her muscular thighs around his chunky base. “The sneaky scamp wants you to cum in her nubile, fertile baby belly. What do you say?”

“You’re all acting crazy, love.”

“Crazy for you, and this fat fucking cock lurching between my legs.” She cooed in a loving reply. “She’s literally begging for it. Why don’t you cum already and show us all what we want to see? Give the poor girl what she wants.”

“Ohhh, yes! Show us that flat tummy bulging with your spunky seed!” Bernie clapped and hopped enthusiastically in place. Her mountainous tits jiggling in time with her exuberant motions. “I bet you can turn each of us into swollen spunk balloons then go for rounds two and three. Like in celebration of your coming nuptials, yeah?”

“Show Momma what she looks like packed full of your big manly load.” Miss Gwendoline moaned–tugging at a diamond-hard nipple with one hand and pawing his thrusting ass with the other–as her breath curled down the back of his neck. “Give Fiona what she wants, then come give Momma another good stretching out.”

Terry wasn’t sure where all this ‘Momma’ dirty talk had suddenly come from but he was in no position to question it as the manic rhythm of his pounding hips took on a mad cadence and Amy claimed his lips again in another passionate, tongue-heavy kiss.

”Mmmnph~!"

Fiona was babbling incomprehensible shrieks and squeals into the carpet as she bounced her thickening hips and ass back onto his spearing cockhead. Her ginger curls were visibly growing in length and volume as they spread out around her flailing head like a tangled, glossy halo with each erratic spurt of Terry’s copious precum inside her.

He could feel more than see her changing around his plunging girth. Her slick, clinging folds parting to accept more of his veiny magnitude into her expanding depths. Her steamy insides undulated and rippled against him, milking his meaty monstrosity and tugging him further into her needy nethers.

“That’s it, Tiger, that’s it.” Amy whispered warmly, kissing behind his ear as she rolled her heavenly thighs together in a stroking motion. “We all care for you and only want you to feel good. Don't hold back, let it all out…”

“Jeezus, fuck! I’m gonna cum!”

“Please cum for us, Stud.” Bernie panted, practically titfucking his shoulder with her colossal cleavage. “We want to feel you filling all our holes with your magical jizz!”

“Do you want to fuck Momma’s huge new breasts again, big boy?” Gwendoline purred into his other ear, lifting and offering a stiff pink nipple the size of a silver dollar to him. “Or maybe you can suck on Momma’s sensitive teats while she sits in your lap and grinds your big boy cock until you explode impossibly deep inside her…”

“YesYesYesYesYes~!”

Fiona’s exultant screams drowned out Terry’s own cry of ecstasy as his herculean balls performed a heroic deadlift, flexed mightily, then erupted like Mount Vesuvius. Hot seed jetted out of his pulsating immensity, boiling into Fiona’s hungry womb like molten magma.

Or was that Lava? Terry’s inner pedant was never certain of what the difference was between the two.

Either way, it felt as though his cock bulged in a fire hose release of liquid pressure to flood his naughty neighbor’s young cervix with a decades worth of life-changing baby batter.

“You’re doing it, baby, I can feel it flowing out of you.” Amy shuddered deliciously, bathing his trapped shaft in her own climactic juices. “You’re giving her so much of your wonderful cum. She’s already changing faster than ever before.”

”Gawd, it gets hotter every time he does it!” Bernie groaned, rubbing her stupendous self against Terry’s side like the gigantic horn-dog she was, and rocking him back on his heels. “Me next, Stud. MeMeMeMeMe!”

“Calm yourself, Bernice.” Miss Gwendoline snapped, a touch of her old sternness returning. “He’s still cumming and I’m trying to count the seconds to see how long it lasts…”

The words faded away for Terry whose ears only heard the thundering beat of his own heart and the sounds of rushing water.

Was that the last of his earthly fluids leaving his body until he was nothing but a dried out husk of man? It was bound to happen eventually with the unsustainable levels of ejaculate he had been producing. It was a minor miracle that his overclocked cock wasn’t just coughing up chalk dust before finally giving up the ghost and falling off.

Could a man ejaculate his immortal soul right out of his corporeal form?

…Because that was what it felt like. Darkness encroached on the edges of Terry's vision, reducing his perspective down to a pinprick centered around the devilishly seductive sensation of pouring his life essence into a snug, spasming slit.

Warm softness enveloped him and Terry was preparing to commend his spirit to whatever flying spaghetti monster was watching over him, when four simple words reached his ringing ears.

“We love you, Terry.”

Like a meteor entering the atmosphere, Terry came crashing back to reality with jarring ****. His head shot up and his eyes snapped wide open to see four gorgeous giantesses cradling him in their loving arms and smiling happily down at him as four sets of large, gentle hands wiped the sweat from his skin and massaged his tired muscles.

Bernie was busy massaging one large and not-so-tired love-muscle in particular with a cheeky gleam in her sapphire gaze.

“Do you all mean it?” He croaked through a throat that was drier than the Sahara.

The clustered women exchanged looks loaded with unspoken meaning. They all towered over him, Fiona now the tallest of their number; close to nine feet of sculpted musculature and full, feminine curves. Her glossy ginger curls cascaded down over her phenomenal center-fold figure like a tangerine waterfall as she shared happy smiles with the others.

They nodded to Amy in a wordless unison and she bent down to peck Terry on his brow with unalloyed adoration misting her almond eyes.

“Of course we do, Tiger. You mean everything to us. You’re our future.”

Terry let out a heartfelt sigh of relief that rasped like the coarsest sandpaper.

“Good, then someone get me a goddamn drink. Because I’m dying of thirst down here…”

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