Ro3: Accommodation and New Arrivals

Sharon thrilled. This was only her second time burying her massive horse cock into a female and she knew with a certainty that bordered on religious zeal that this: impregnating a willing woman with her horse seed, was what she lived for. She stared at the spot where her lengthy prick joined her sister’s cunt, Joan’s pussy lips an angry red as they were **** wide by her girthy shaft, her semen already starting to slip out despite the tight seal. Her hands were clutching her sister’s upraised ass but the position wasn’t as natural as it should be, considering her own cock’s length was keeping her hips nearly ten inches away no matter how hard she thrust.

She moved her hands to stroke the exposed first half of her phallus, remembering how amazing it had felt to be completely within Mom’s wonderful cock hugging twat. “Damn... this is frustrating! Why can’t it fit like with mom?”

Robin was pretty excited with how long she was lasting inside Joan’s wet suckling mouth but she frowned when she heard Sharon’s complaint. A memory bubbled up within her slow moving brain. Deja vu? Hadn’t she been in a situation like this before? And she’d said some magic words and poof! Sharon’s cock had fit! She may have been a bimbo but even a broken clock was right twice a day. She tried to remember what she’d said but it was hard! 

Instead a memory of something Rick once told her about popped into her head. She’d complained about how heavy her purse was and how she still couldn’t fit everything she needed in it. He’d gone off on this tangent about Dungeons and Lizards or something. He’d mentioned a purse that could fit anything and never get bigger or weigh any more. His explanation had been really hard to follow but suddenly a couple words became super clear and she giggled at the way they sounded when added to: “Pocket Dimension Pussy!”

Sharon shot Robin a strange look at the nonsensical statement, not to mention the rather complex word use there in the middle. Then her gaze was drawn Robin’s fingers intertwined within Joan’s blond hair, as the emerald ring flashed with an unearthly green light. She had only a moment to wonder at it when her next forceful thrust failed to meet the resistance she’d been expecting. Her pelvis met Joan’s cheeks with a loud slap, a second resounding clap happened as her meaty sack met the back of her sister’s thighs.

Sharon was so surprised by her the sudden depth of her plunge and the new not unpleasant sort of buzzing sensation all along her cock, that she released her control of Robin’s erection.

Robin thrust once, enjoying the way her fat balls slapped the underside of this horny little slut’s chin. Then she pumped her hips again only to freeze and seize up as her testicles swelled and spat her load straight down Joan’s throat. Her orgasm drew another ragged moan out from her throat even as she felt a deep-seated self loathing at her premature ejac- ejackation. She fell away to rest back on the bed upon her elbows, her smaller dick lying soft between her bent legs as it dribbled cum upon the bedspread. She watched Sharon continue to powerfully plunge her massive horse cock into her sister, the cute blonde making cute sounds as her big titties bounced within her shirt.

“Robin...what did you do?!” asked Sharon as she continued to slowly thrust the entire length of her equine penis into Joan. After fully seating herself inside, she gradually withdrew having to slide her knees back upon the bed to completely do so. This time she angled her entry upwards and marveled as her cock felt like it was penetrating- her mind struggled to describe it- cloudy cottony molasses that vibrated all around her. Once again she was fully inside her sister but her eyes goggled down at Joan’s quivering rear. By all rights, she should have felt her cock being **** in a different direction and by feeling alone her massive prick should be exploding out her sister’s lower back.

The blond she-male looked up in confusion, “Huh? Oh I came early again. I just get so excited...I’m not very good am I?” This question was directed at Joan and Robin felt a pulse of anticipation in her tummy as she waited for the girl’s humiliating response.

Joan’s eyes went wide, not sure what to say even as her sister’s cock and her sister’s gallons of cum continued to very pleasurably fill her Magic Space. “Um...oh yes! I mean no...you were... you were good.” She hoped that was the right answer, it seemed likely. But when Robin’s face fell, Joan castigated herself for her poor choice and looked down, hiding her eyes.

“What?” asked Sharon before narrowing her eyes, “No! Forget your inferiority complex for one moment, will you? Look at this!” She had retrieved her cock and was holding its tremendous length, it’s bulbous flared tip near her cheek. Keeping it out of the way with her arms, she grabbed her mare’s knees out from under her. Joan cried out in surprise but made no move to get up as she was suddenly lying face down on the bed.

Standing up and letting her prick fall until it was hanging between her legs, Sharon placed a foot on either side of her older sister’s well curved butt. She had to widen her stance to make room for her testicles as she pushed the base of her cock back until it was pointing straight down. Glancing at Robin to make sure she was paying attention, she stifled a sigh to see the blond bimbo staring at her with open admiration as she pulled upon her once more erect dick. She willed it flaccid again on a whim before focusing her attention back on Joan. “Reach back and spread your cheeks for me. Open up your pussy.”

Joan mumbled something into the covers as she did as she was told, her hands sliding back to clutch her firm bottom, pulling aside her cheeks and revealing the pink folds of her pussy to Sharon. She aimed her lengthy horse cock as best she could and started to squat down but immediately had problems pushing her wide tip into her sister’s relatively small opening. Fortunately, Robin managed to have a good idea and the blond was there to guide her in. As soon as she felt herself sink inside, she abandoned subtly and dropped to her knees to bounce down on the bed. She gasped aloud as Joan’s buzzing pussy took her entire length without the barest hint of struggle, it was like she’d plunged it into a watery basin rather than a tight barely yielding cunt as it had been only minutes before. Reaching down with one hand, she explored the two inches of her trunk like base still outside Joan. “Look at this, Robin! I’m still going straight down!” 

Robin’s face was still hovering over Joan’s squirming ass and she dutifully stared at the place where Sharon’s cock disappeared inside the other blonde’s absurdly spread pussy, her ass cheeks twin moons distorted by its passage. “Yea....it’s so fucking big...”

Sharon rolled her eyes heavenward, “No! That’s not it! Look at it, Robin! My dick would have to freaking bend at a ninety degree angle to be inside her right now! I should be going straight down through the bed and hitting the floor like this!”

“I don’t get it...” replied Robin her face screwed up as if she were trying to do long division.

Sharon ignored the moron for the moment as she stared hard at the jewelery adorning her right hand. She wiggled her hips and enjoyed the way her cock shifted in wide impossible circles within Joan as she pondered out loud, “That ring flashed green right after you said, ‘Pocket Dimension Pussy’.” She froze as it dawned on her. “No way. That’s not possible. But...” Sharon suddenly giggled at the absurdity of it, “You gave her a freaking DnD Bag of Holding for a vagina.” She could thank her friendship with Jim and Rick, for that formerly useless bit of knowledge.

Joan felt like maybe she should point out that her vagina had always been like this but she was too nervous at the thought of contradicting Sharon. Besides it was really embarrassing to talk about. Though she supposed that given that her younger sister had a horse’s penis, perhaps she needn’t have worried about having a magical pussy. Having Sharron’s huge cock inside her felt amazingly good, it filling her the way nothing had before though it was mortifying to be penetrated by her own sister. It was even more shameful to feel her sister prodding and exploring her insides as if they were something strange and freakish, but Joan couldn’t deny the pleasure that the shifting and sweeping shaft caused within her Magic Space.

Charisma tried very hard to believe that the two losers walking up the driveway to the front entrance of Sharon’s house were there for something other than the party. Perhaps they were selling cookies door to door or maybe they were actually the hired help. The stunning brunette sighed, somehow knowing she wasn’t going to be that lucky. Sharon McCormack was one of those rare souls who seemed to somehow transcend the high school pecking order with a personality that allowed her to have friends in nearly every clique and social grouping. As such, it was to be expected that even dweebs like Rick and Zoe would be allowed to attend. As reigning Queen, it was Charisma’s duty to at least make an appearance though it needn’t be a long one.

Zoe and Rick waited politely and somewhat awkwardly for the beauty to join them before knocking on the door, Charisma’s high heels clacking upon the concrete as she approached. Zoe knew she provided a stark contrast to the curvy head cheerleader in her clinging red dress. Her red hair was cut in a short bob with a dyed green streak to Charisma’s perfectly coiffed mane of soft curls. Her elfin face was merely cute to the other girl’s perfect representation of high cheek boned model beauty. Charisma was tall and well curved while Zoe was slender to the point where a strong wind tended to bowl her over. She wore baggy jeans that hid her lack of hips with tight t-shirt that pointed out that at least she wasn’t the least bit chunky. 

Zoe smiled nervously at Charisma while Rick knocked on the side of the house rather than the door as he stared at her. Charisma ignored the dork drooling over her to grace the girl with a fake smile. It was too bad Aurora and Taylor weren’t here yet, she preferred to remain aloof and make cutting remarks that her entourage could appreciate.