To the victor, the spoils

She looked at him as if she could not believe it. Left and right she exchanged looks with the other girls. Not all of them were very friendly in looking back, after all, they could have been the lucky ones in her stead. Only Jenny was rather relaxed. She knew she would get more of Johns dick sooner or later.

"I..." she began. John was unsure if she went through all the possible positions she might want in her head right now, or if she was just embarrassed to admit her favorite for some reason. "Yes, what is it? You can tell me." John asked encouragingly.

Without a word, she slowly walked over to one of the empty armchairs, looked back over her shoulder nervously, and let herself fall down into a seated position. She looked up at John, her face blushing bright red as she spread her legs wide. "Like...Like this, if I can really choose." She let her body slump down the chair a little bit and spread her thick thighs wide, presenting him her dripping wet pussy. A very inviting sight indeed.

Not the position John had expected, but then again he kind of understood. On the off chance, that one of them actually does get a man out in the world somewhere, it is probably very likely to just get bent over in some way. He himself had done it various times after all. And this way, he could probably get in really deep. Not that John was complaining. First of all, it was her prize to choose and secondly, John realized as he stepped up in front of her, from here he could perfectly reach her massive tits.

His cock met barely any resistance at all when he slipped it deep inside her drenching slit. The sound she let out was phenomenal though. A long, stretched-out howl of pleasure, rising another octave when John placed his hands on her breasts and closed them tight on her soft flesh. After slowly pushing himself deep inside of her, John pulled his hips back to give her another much harder stroke. He could feel her hands clawing at his back and she let out a low groan.

Her fat tits were the only place John held on for the moment, pulling himself inside of her over and over again on her breasts, tugging and squeezing those huge mounds while he drilled her greedy hole. Greedy indeed, John thought when he felt her soft thighs close around his back and pull him in even closer. Well, closer was not really possible as he was already thrusting balls deep, but she managed to give every one of his moves a little extra zest to it.

After a while, John was unsure if he was fucking her, or if she was using his body as a fucktoy to please herself. But in any case, it made no real difference to him. He was happy sliding in and out a puffy wet cunt with his hands all over the greatest tits he had ever grabbed. What more could he want?

Not long after, he felt her legs spasm behind him. She managed to still pull him in, albeit a bit more arrhythmically than before. But the feeling of her apparent orgasm, her face with her eyes rolling back and biting down on her lower lip, the quivering of her pussy massaging Johns cock in just the right spots... He came. He fucking exploded. He poured an amount of cum inside of her whore hole he did not know he still had in him after this day so far.

When John stepped back to take a look at the gleefully mindless messy slut he left behind, he also noticed that each and every one of his horny onlookers had fingered either herself or each other into a state of ecstasy of their own. Nothing close to what the lucky winner had experienced though.