Ro3: An escape from the frying pan...

Downstairs, Rick had been cornered by a naked Suzanne at the door. The nympho MILF had just frigged off her daughter, which was horrifying/arousing enough, but in front of her party guests no less! He was pretty distracted at the moment but some part of him felt awful for Sharon, having to experience that. He was the most embarrassed he'd ever been and he was the most clothed person in the room! Mrs. McCormick seemed completely unfazed by the horrendous awkwardness that had gradually suffused the room as Rick and Zoe realized what was happening. She'd always seemed like such a nice lady before, never anything less than considerate...

Zoe had escaped upstairs and Rick was trying to figure out how to join her. "It runs in the family, you know,” Suzanne continued, not allowing him to get a word in edgewise. “I remember how **** I was at her age, rubbing myself at every opportunity-" Her hands slid up and down her body as she spoke, from her enormous yet taut breasts down to her weirdly massive pussy and everything in between. He had to get out of this room, he could feel himself losing the battle of wills (if he was ever fighting to begin with).

Just then, a knock sounded on the other side of the door and Suzanne threw her head back with a growl of irritation. Rick took advantage of the distraction to duck under her arm, inadvertently getting a face full of tit, and scurry up the stairs, leaving the seemingly catatonic Sharon (Shannon) and the frustrated MILF to deal with whomever was at the door. Or more accurately, leave whomever was at the door to deal with them.

Suzanne yanked the door open angrily, not covering a shred of her body as she stood with her hand on her hip, "What."

"I’m sucking you off real nice and you can’t even let me fuck Charisma?! You get to fuck all the girls with your big horse cock! Look…you know I’ll be quick. Real quick! I can… I can show off my nine inches get her all hot and randy and ready. Then when I shoot my load early, she’ll be all disappointed but then you can come in and show her a real cock!" Robin tried to suck extra hard to convince Sharon of her plan, bobbing quickly over her flared horse crown. How the fuck was she not cumming right now? Robin knew she was just a two pump chump but Sharon had like just cum inside her sister and her mom... her mind drifted as she thought about if Sharon had any other relatives to impregnate and the thought made her happy. It was super hot.Joan gasped fresh air to her right, waiting patiently as Sharon stroked her hair like a pet. Robin could have sworn she'd seen Joan before and she struggled to remember. Just like... well, pretty much always, she couldn't find anything specific in the fuzzy haze that was her mind. But she didn't remember Joan being so... willing to serve her sisters. She might have even been yelling at them to behave... weird. The slut kneeling next to her hadn't said no to Sharon once since she barged in on them.

Looking back up to the equine dickgirl, Robin hollowed out her cheeks as best she could around the log of flesh, her tongue writhing into Sharon's urethra. The meat pole flexed and Sharon's breath caught even as she continued to stare down imperiously at the cheerleader. Robin's hands left the enormous cock, stretching back to grab handfuls of Sharon's more average ass cheeks, and using her new leverage to **** the flared tip further into her mouth and her own tongue further down the girls piss tube, "Robin..."

The bimbo took the husky growl as encouragement and plumbed the girls softer insides with her tongue while she kneaded her ass in dainty hands. Joan didn't say a word but looked fearfully between the two shemales as she swallowed, subconsciously leaning away. Sharon suddenly dug her nails into Joan's hair and yanked back, throwing her older sister away. Her hands clasped behind Robins head, allowing no escape, and she jackhammered her hips into the surprised girls face.

At first it was downright comical, Sharon's nearly two foot long penis bending and warping as she thrust into the **** bimbo's mouth, repeatedly striking the back of her throat. Then Robin's bimbo instincts kicked in, possibly at the risk of her own mortality, and her throat opened as she leaned forward. Sharon groaned in surprise and made one last unstoppable push, clamping down on the girls head and using every muscle in her body to make progress. Robin let out a strangled noise, slapping at Sharon's hands and trying to pull back but her head hit the bed and she had nowhere to escape to. With a bestial roar, Sharon pushed into and down Robin's throat, forcing the overwhelmed girls head to angle back and her jaw to stretch impossibly wide. Her teeth scraped against Sharon's skin on the way down but the tough flesh didn't break. Robin's limited brain couldn't even comprehend the situation in its entirety: Her esophagus stretched taught, her neck bulging obscenely as the flared tip made its way down her throat, the bulge tapering off till it disappeared behind her collarbone.

With a **** grunt Sharon dropped her weight on the overtaxed cheerleader, her schlong sinking another five inches as it popped into the girls stomach and bottomed out. The wrinkled skin of her sheath was bunched against Robin's lips, her cantalope sized balls resting comfortably on the cheerleaders soft tits. Sharon held her composure for a solid five seconds before caving and allowing herself to cum. Her balls contracted and lifted off the other shemales chest, a great sloshing sound accompanying the torrent of spooge that raced through her shaft and exploded directly into Robin's stomach.

Robin's struggles had weakened when Sharon had made it past her throat and she'd been dazed when she'd hit her head on the bed but the absolute invasion of her throat and stomach brought her trembling hands back to Sharon's hips, trying weakly to push the dominant girl off. The first blast of hot liquid felt like she had pounded a can of hot soup and she squirmed, legs scrabbling at the rug. The second left her comfortably full. The third stretched her stomach painfully and she slapped at Sharon's legs and butt to try and communicate, even sticking her middle finger up the girls rosebud to try and illicit a response. Bad decision, "oooOOOOHH!" The long finger pressing on her horse-sized prostate elicited another powerful blast nearly as strong as the first and Robin's stomach contracted, trying to expel the excess fluid.

Joan had watched all this from the floor where Sharon had tossed her, hand covering her mouth in horror. Her pussy was one thing, it was magic and could take a horse cock (once it made it past the lips) but this was... horrifying! She couldn't hear the squishing of her own quim over Robin's ****, her thighs rubbing together needily. She saw Robin start to convulse, to little effect with her throat plugged, but didn't move to help. She couldn't. What if Sharon did that to her?

After a dangerously long time Sharon came down from her blissful high and stepped back, her softening cock slipping free with a wet pop and a fountain of pungent white goo as Robin vomited it up. Most of it landed back on her, running down her front and soaking her clothes before she slumped onto her side and it puddled in front of her. Sharon sat on the bed catching her breath, concern for her 'friend' only making it through once her cock had fully retreated back inside its sheath, "Ro-(gasp) Robin? You ok?" The shemale was unresponsive but her raging 9 inch boner kept Sharon from worrying too much. She grinned wickedly, "That's why I'm gonna fuck Charity and you're not." Robin coughed weakly and struggled back to a sitting position, semen streaming from her parted lips and nose. She opened her mouth as if to speak and a gush of seed dribbled down to pool in her smeared cleavage. Clearing her throat, she tried again, "Y... you..."