The Devine sisters in big-dick heaven

“We need a plan,” Charles offered, while Ana-Lee – it was only a matter of time before she would be rechristened Ana-L – slurped happily on the two cockends packed into her gob, her pussy juicing something fierce as she remained on her knees in front of the pair of big-dicked studs.

“Too right,” Ian agreed, just as Charles swallowed down a groan and blasted the inside of Ana-L's right cheek with a generous serving of precum, making the teen produce a groan that was blocked completely by the pair of flared cockheads, “BJ, do you have a phone?”

Still standing just beyond the threshold to the room, BJ didn't respond. At first, she'd been too stumped by catching her sister like that to really reflect on what she was seeing beyond that there Ana-L had been, with two naked, muscular hunks shoving their dicks in her face. It was only a moment ago that she'd taken a closer look at just how much meat Ian and Charles were each packing between their legs, and her immediate response had been to mimic her sister's reaction from earlier by opening her mouth wide and staring.

“BJ?” Ian tried again, while Ana-L turned her head and released another moan that couldn't possibly make it out past her lips as she stared down the barrel of his cock, which seemed to go on forever, its immense length and girth prompting her pussy to accomplish the impossible by beginning to drool out even more juices.

“Oh God...” BJ whimpered. She'd happened to glance at Ian's cock first, probably because he'd been the last to say anything before she'd shifted her gaze, and the delectable blonde, teen vixen hadn't blinked since then. Currently, her attention was travelling along the length of Ian's mammoth schlong, her own lack of experience with proper monstercocks showing as she tried in vain to guess just how big it was before giving up and whimpering again while her right index finger stroked its way up and down her pussy, its tip dragging along the slippery grove between her smooth, swollen lips. The tip of her pink tongue came rolling out of her opened mouth, and as her gaze continued to take in Ian's shaft, her wet muscle followed after it, sliding along the plump shape of her bottom lip as she had every inch of hard, muscular fuckmeat and every fat, bulging vein become seared into her brain. When she caught view of Ian's beefy balls protruding out past his thighs, completely enveloping her sister's right thumb in the process, BJ's brain effectively short-circuited, her thought process ending up caught in a loop where the only thought that kept flashing through her mind was of the hard, savage fuck sessions and massive cumbaths that a stud like that would treat her to. She'd been ecstatic to be admitted to the school, but that was nothing in comparison to the pure, undiluted bliss that she was now positively soaking in as she eyed Ian's magnificent slab of manmeat. A couple of seconds later, BJ's pussy fluttered around her digit, and her asshole opened and closed rhythmically as if trying to suck her latex thong off her body. Both her nether holes, the increasingly cock-crazed young slut knew, would soon be stretched and filled to an extent that was way, way past anything that could be considered reasonable.

“Hmm...” Ian mumbled at BJ's unresponsiveness, before feeling something tap against his thigh. Looking down, he saw Ana-L staring up at him keenly, having retrieved her phone from between her colossal, perfect jugs so she could drum it against his leg and get his attention.

“Thanks,” When Ian snatched the phone from Ana-L's gasp, she sent him a wink and sucked extra hard on the business-end of his member, making him and Charles' release a long, rumbling groan at the attention that the teen bombshell was paying to their cocks, “I'll call the mother.”

“And I’ll resuscitate the daughter,” Charles began pulling his cockhead out of Ana-L's mouth, refusing her attempts to stop him and having half a dozen tendrils of precum mixed with spittle fly of his cock the moment it appeared from beyond her lips, with all of them smacking onto her chin.

Now with suddenly only half as much dick lodged inside her mouth, Ana-L instinctively compensated for that by driving her head forwards, her thumb turning slowly between Ian's balls as she brought his cockhead to the top of her gullet and **** herself to take it deeper, her eyes closing and her pussy nearly exploding inside her teeny cut-offs and even teenier thong at the crown of that ginormous cumtube opening up her throat inch by inch. Ian groaned, hosed Ana-L's airways down with a hefty discharge of precum, and listened to her gurgle happily in the wake of the sound of his clear juices rocketing down her throat.

“Please tell me you're eighteen,” Ian said, a certain tremble to his voice, as he flipped through Ana-L's until he found an entry named 'Mum'.

In response, Ana-L opened her eyes to glance up at him lustily, and Ian could feel her thumb push up further between his testes, something which made her moan when it caused his beefy nuts to come down and swallow up practically the whole of her hand between them.

“Your other hand, Ana-L,” While gently advising Ana-L, who responded by first giggling round his cock at her own silliness, then moaning at his trimming of her name and finally jabbing her left thumb up into the air while her right was being pounded from both sides by his balls, Ian called her mother on the phone.

When Charles backed away from Ana-L, BJ's attention was immediately upon him, her dress making noises like it was about to disintegrate due to the immense pressure from within caused by her sucking air into her lungs hard while her eyes swept over the length of his cock, outline perfectly in profile and glistening with precum and spit, with a streak of her sister's pink lipstick running in a vertical line across the side and top of its crown.

Next, BJ's thighs closed in round her finger as she pressed them together and started rubbing them against each other as an instinctive reaction to Charles making a ninety-degree turn that had his cock suddenly pointing straight at her, its immensely thick shaft hidden behind its flared, heart-shaped and fist-sized head, with a wide-open hole in the middle from which precum was pouring like from a tap that you couldn't close.

Due to her heavy breathing, one of the strings suspended over BJ's tits snapped at one end, with enough **** to send it swinging up through the air and continuing on down to come in and smack against the side of her right tit, gluing itself across the O in the 'COCK” on her jacket. Not that BJ really noticed any of that, not when she was totally, head-over-heels enamoured with the truly ginormous dong aimed at her. It was so long and so thick, BJ thought, that probably the only thing keeping it from collapsing in on itself was if was as rigid and as hard as a steel girder.

“God...” BJ whimpered softly again, only just managing to get that needy voice out there before it was eclipsed by the wet, loud 'SMACK!' that erupted a second or two after Charles' pisshole had gone through the process of first contracting, then expanding even beyond its previous width, and finally releasing a long plume of transparent fluids.

The noise that BJ let out when the blast of precum impacted against her toned midsection – leaving the most substantial part of her spandex dress soaked through and clinging even tighter to the etched, slim muscles of her stomach – was far louder than her whimpers. Coinciding with her loud, incoherent scream was a downward spray of girlcum from her pink pussy that left that sole digit and both her thighs covered in her honey. Another thin string snapped and lost contact with the top of her bronzed chest, this one breaking off from the rest of the dress completely.

Charles smiled as the piece of spandex flew past his shoulder and he watched the horny teen eyeing him up while her chest heaved and her pussy dripped. She certainly had the looks required to be a proper ball-draining, knockout nympho slut. Now his responsibility – and this was the part of his job that he really loved – was to make sure that she'd have the personality too.

“BJ,” All it took to make BJ snake two fingers into her drenched cunt and moaning hard was Charles placing one hand on his cock, “Come here...”

“Hell, Mrs. Devine? This is Ian White, I’m a teacher at the school,” Ian introduced himself to the person on the other end, while Ana-L eagerly impaled her throat further onto his schlong, “My colleague and I have met your younger daughter, Ana-L… Ana-Lee, and we think there might be a spot for her here as well.”

“Oh, that's wonderful!” A naturally seductive voice replied, and if BJ had been paying attention, her proximity to the doorway would have allowed her to hear the faint sound of it coming from somewhere down the corridor.

“Dick and I have been hoping to get Ana into a school that she'll find stimulating,” There was a slight accent present in Mrs. Devine's voice, Ian noticed as he observed Ana-L slide her lips a little further onto his shaft. From his vantage point, it seemed an awful lot like she was trying to deepthroat him, “And this one will be perfect for her!”

“Well, Ana can't talk right now, but I’m sure she wants to go here,” Ian told Mrs. Devine, and naturally Ana-L overheard him doing so. Hoping to make it unequivocally clear how desperately she wanted to attend the school, she wrapped her lips tight round the trunk of his cock and sucked hard on it for a couple of seconds straight, until Ian had **** but to produce a long gasp while the throbbing surging through his fuckpiece made Ana-L's throat pulse.

“Yes, I’m certain of it,” Ian added, as Ana-L pulled back an inch to let him observe the ring of pink lipstick that now decorated his vein-corded shaft, “However, obviously, we'll have to evaluate her first.”

“Oh… I see...” On the other end, Mrs. Devine's voice lost some of its excitement, “Can you do to that today? We'd be happy to wait...”

“Of course,” Grabbing hold of Ana-L's head with his free hand, Ian took charge of the situation and made her swallow another couple of his eighteen inches, an act which had her close her eyes and gurgle and hum happily round his cock while both her hands went for his balls, “But the evaluation's pretty thorough.”

“It will take hours, and she's bound to feel rather prostrated at the end of it,” Without missing a beat, Ian pushed deeper into Ana-L's throat while she milked his heavy balls with her slender fingers, “Especially since it's not just one of us who'll be evaluating her.”

“Sounds like you'll be coming at her from all sides!” Mrs. Devine cheerfully exclaimed.

“Yes, quite.” Ian agreed, and brought his crotch another inch closer to Ana-L's plump, pink lips.

“Just to be sure, BJ,” It was only partially because he didn't want to disturb Ian that Charles made sure to keep his voice low and smooth. He'd long since discovered that you could make quite an impact on sluts like the blonde before him by speaking softly and carrying a big stick, and that was the method he settled on as he watched her approach, “Your sister is eighteen?”

“Uh-huh,” BJ nodded, and her knees got weaker and her pussy wetter with each step bringing her closer to Charles' monstercock, “Her birthday was just a couple of days ago.”

“You should have called us, then,” Charles smiled again. It started out pretty thin, but grew wider and more predatory when she froze up at him taking a step towards her, “We're great as birthday party entertainment. I even saw Ian here jump out of a cake once.”

“Well, part of him, anyway…” The next step that Charles took was longer, primarily because he wanted to reach BJ before she too got down on her knees.

“BJ, I think we should start by talking about your clothes,” Moving decisively, Charles stepped up to BJ, and didn't halt until his cockhead was pressing into her stomach, pushing against her abdominal muscles and making her groan as if merely doing that had knocked the wind right out of her.

“Uh...” Moaning because she didn't know what to say, BJ resumed rubbing her thighs together, and put both hands on the shaft of Charles' cock. The first thing she noticed was how warm it felt, the heat emanating from it spreading through her fingers and up her forearms, from where it jumped straight to her pussy. Secondly, it was every bit as hard as she'd imagined, and it seemed like she could press her fingers as hard as she could into it without leaving even the faintest of imprints. Thirdly, its girth was absolutely insane, to the point where she had no hope of ever wrapping her hands around it. Maybe if she used them both together, she'd be able to…

“BJ,” Flexing some muscles inside him, Charles sprung his cock free of BJ's grasp, making her yelp and sending his cockhead sliding up her stomach, leaving a trail of precum in its wake, “That dress and that thong is a great combination if I want to fuck your face or your pussy.”

A pussy, Charles thought but didn't say, that he'd been able to smell from the other side of the room.

“But what if I wanted to fuck your ass?” Charles asked rhetorically, while making BJ's jaw drop and her eyebrows rise higher by dragging his cockend up closer to her tits, “At the very least, I’d have to yank that tight dress up to your waist and hook the back of your thong over one cheek before I could do that.”

“Next time,” His cock now pressing against BJ's perfectly spherical tits from below, Charles took the opportunity to take another step towards her, and BJ was starting to wonder if his cockhead would tear the top of her dress in two, “Lose either the thong or the dress.”

“Or actually, perhaps getting rid of them both would be preferable,” While BJ realized that it wasn't primarily because of his impressive physique – spending more than eight hours per day fucking his way through a vast collection of horny, sexy sluts had left the science teacher in great shape – that Charles could overpower her with ease, he kept going, “And just keep the jacket, the stockings and those boots.”

“Stitch something like 'Slut for Anal' onto the back of that jacket, and I'm sure all the boys will be lining up to get to know you better,” With that phrase, Charles made BJ think of an army of monstercocked studs showing up to stretch her holes and hose her down with cum.

“In fact, show up for class like that – with your hot fuckdoll body on full display – and I promise that the first thing I’ll do is to fuck your ass in front of everyone,” Charles still hadn't raised his voice, but the crown of his cock had caused BJ's massive knockers to begin to part.

“Oh my God...” BJ was back to whimpering, and while she did, the boost in height provided by her heeled boots meant that fat drops of her wetness were dropping from her bald pussy onto Charles' balls.

“Anyway, I hope you won't be drilling Ana TOO hard,” Mrs. Devine breathed into Ian's ear over the phone, “And we'll just say goodbye to BJ before finding something to keep ourselves busy while we wait.”

“Actually, we're with both of them right now...” Ian said, before Ana-L gently squeezing his balls made him stop for a moment, “In BJ's room.”

“Wonderful! We'll be there in just a couple of seconds,” Suddenly, Ian could pick up Mrs. Devine's voice coming at him in stereo, along with the sound of heels clicking quickly against the floor out in the corridor.

“I'm not...” Ian tried, but the phone clicked as Mrs. Devine ended the conversation. A short couple of seconds later, two new figures appeared in the doorway.

The first was a man, of about average height and with a thick but somewhat portly build, like a manual labourer with an appetite that's a little too healthy, dressed in a nice but not especially expensive-looking suit.

The second, towering over her companion thanks to the six-inch heels of her open-toed black sandals, was most likely Mrs. Devine. Blonde and blue-eyed like BJ, if the woman was the mother of her and Ana-L, she looked like she must have had them when she was twelve or something, because she was remarkably well-preserved.

Also, she was ridiculously attractive, and dressed as if she loved flaunting that fact to everyone. Because while the man was certainly attired like most normal parents dropping their kids off at the school, the blonde vixen's outfit would line up next to the sisters' in terms of sluttishness and outrageousness.

Her whopping great big pair of round, firm tits were tucked into a tight black t-shirt that ended several inches above her bellybutton, thus showing off plenty of her tight, nicely toned stomach. Written across the t-shirt, and distorted by the vast expanse of her boobs, was the phrase “DICK'S LOVING SLUT”. All the letters were white and were printed onto the fabric, expect for apostrophe and the first S, which instead looked like they'd been stitched in with scarlet string.

Below her stomach, the blonde had on a skirt so short that all she would have had to do to show off the lower swell of her ass – and the outer swell of that that firm, big bomb of a booty could be made out from in front of her – was to turn around. As if its size didn't render it slutty enough, the skirt's front had a cut-out in the shape of a heart that revealed a tantalizing amount of her smooth-shaved vaginal mound.

“Oh Dick!” After a few seconds worth of silently surveying the scene that involved each scantily clad teen bombshell at the mercy of a big-dicked, muscular stud, the woman broke the silence with an excited little cry that was immediately backed up by a beaming smile, “Just look at them! Our girls...”

“Yes, honey,” The man smiled a much thinner, but still satisfied smile. While he looked horribly mismatched with the statuesque stunner that now grabbed hold of his right arm and started stroking it like she'd mixed it up with another part of his anatomy, the well-trained eye of one of the school's leading sluts would instantly have spotted the thick bulge running down the inside of his right leg all the way down to his knee.

“Way to go, Ana! Deepthroat that cock!” Offering a bit of motherly encouragement, the blonde was definitely the girls' mother. Apart from her looks, her sense of style and the way in which she was talking about them, there was also that accent that Ian recognized from over the phone.

“Lova, don't disturb them, they're busy,” Obviously amused by his wife's enthusiasm, Dick Devine gently patted her on the arm. Currently, neither one of their daughters were paying them any attention, instead being much too wrapped up with the monstercocks they'd been presented with.

“Dick and Lova Devine?” Ian cocked an eyebrow, while Ana-L pushed her way onto the twelfth inch of his schlong.

“My wife's Swedish,” Dick replied, in a tone like he felt that that explained everything.

“Ian White,” Ian introduced himself, and was too polite to shove his dick deeper down Ana-L's throat while her parents were watching. Not like it seemed like they would have mind.

“Charles Woodcock-Splatterwell,” Charles gave the parents a friendly wave of his hand.

“Monstercock-Splatterslut...” BJ moaned, and watched her tits bulge and tremble underneath the pressure from below.

“Well, I think we're better off leaving you alone for now,” Dick said, “Honey, didn't the Graysons ask us to pop by if we had the time?”

“...Right,” Lova nodded, and couldn't take her eyes off the amount of brawny cock that her girls were dealing with. A moment later, she was stroking her husband's arm faster and harder. Another moment later, the bottom of Dick's right trouser leg suddenly jerked upwards a couple of inches, and his fly slid down.

“Honey...” Curling his arm round his wife's narrow waist, Dick started gently pulling her back from the doorway.

“Good luck, girls!” Lova offered her daughters a smile and a big thumbs-up, who each responded with a distracted wave and a moan, though the one Ana-L produced was blocked by Ian's fuckmast. Then the Devines' disappeared from view.

“Huh, that went a lot better than I’d expected,” Shrugging his shoulders and sporting a smile, Ian looked down at Ana-L, “Only six inches to go, you sexy slut.”

“G-god!” BJ shrieked as the top of her dress couldn't take it any longer, and every last strap suspended across her tits seemed to give in and come flying off her boobs. Accompanied by the sound of her dress being torn apart, Charles' cockhead came rising up through BJ's deep, narrow cleavage, continuing its upward thrust until it had risen up on the other side to tower above her bronzed boobs, stopping just a few inches short of her gaping mouth.