Setting the scene

Not having bothered with clothes, he strode downstairs proudly. Rounding the corner, the room was silenced, all craning eyes up on him. His command to ‘weaken the knees’ hit them all at once. Three women falling over themselves, hands shooting out frantically stabilizing themselves. His sister among them.

There was Ashley, the notable size queen, hungerly eyeing her new mount. Having long blonde hair framing her face, falling just passed her shoulder. Wearing a simple summer dress, its ruffled top helped her modest chest. Barely a handful, but still the stiffening of the fabric still showed their eagerness. Her shapely long toned legs were her claim to fame. Years of running had given generous thighs, capped with strong round cheeks, which she currently found herself on.

Not alone in their stares upward, mouth agape glossed with drool and want. Cheerleader for their local college, Erin Stars, the local dick throb. She had a thing for linebackers, so many guys fell well short. Her stark black hair had been pulled up in a ponytail. She was stacked, large DD chest stuffed into an all too tight t-shirt and wide hips being hugged by a short skirt. Her already gorgeous face was made only more cute by her uncharacteristic glasses. Light freckles dot her high cheeks, a small trail to her plump kissable lips. Which she was currently biting as her cheeks became flushed and her breath caught.

And then there was his sister, Jennifer, with her lazily donned bathroom. Now barely hanging by a shoulder, showing more of her slowly heaving chest and cleavage.

His now deeper voice, “Hey ladies…”

He watched the collective quivered twist of their hips. Each giving their own personal shuddered moan.

“Like I said…He just does that…”, Jennifer eked out, her breath still catching. Her hand had quietly found between her legs, giving in to her feelings.

“You weren’t lying.” Ashley said, through her eyes never left her prize, as it rode up high on his large churning nuts.

Erin was all but drooling at his body, only able to nod confirmation. Her eyes are unable to focus on anything but the power, confidently looming over them.

John walked up to them, now directly over them. The difference in height is now really being seen by the sitting, splayed and braced women.

He spoke again, “Alright, ladies…”

His then willing of his dick, twitching to life like the leviathan it was to them. Surging further and further engorged, veiny lines began to dance along its length. Reaching its full attention... and theirs. John, with a wicked grin, continued.

“...who’s on first?”

He’d need to give them a moment for their collective clench. Only making his grin grow wider.