An alternate way to start the morning

"Ah... I think I'm ready," Cass giggles, propping herself up on the bed a little. Mike's head is still buried between her well-sculpted ass cheeks, but she isn't on all fours anymore: she's collapsed down onto the bedsheets, overwhelmed by pleasure (and a touch of ticklishness). "C'mon, Mike. I want it."

Your bimbofied friend springs up, getting into position--And so does his cock, going from half-hard to painfully-erect within seconds.

Speaking of "erect," Cassandra's own fat futa-dick is pressed between her body and the bed. After several minutes of gentle rocking and squirming, it's now oozing a steady stream of pre-cum onto her toned abs above and the sheets beneath.

"Fuck, you're... You're so beautiful," Mike mumbles, tentatively placing his cock against her ass. "I hope this is, um... It's been a while since I've penetrated anyone--And the last few times it was my mom and dad--I mean, sister, and--"

Cass stifles a giggle, then glances back over her shoulder. "Fuck my ass, Mike... Please?"

In her words and in her eyes, Mike sees both the timid journalist-in-training and the stern futa mistress she's becoming.

But he doesn't spend long staring into her eyes. Looking downward, he lines himself up... And plunges his hips forward. Two bodies join, skin slapping against skin...

...And at that very moment, just a few city blocks away (to the extent that Amsterdam has blocks), there are three bodies sliding against one another.

Beneath the pulsing, multicolored lights of a nightclub, you wrap your arms around Jizzi--While April wraps her tits around your head from behind, lightly kissing at your ear.

She's no taller than you, but you're crouching down... Holding, humping, and grinding against the thick-lipped bimbo brat who used to be your best friend's dad. She's still wearing her ahegao-print top and thong--An e-thot mirror of April's flower-print outfit, which includes a skirt to give it more of an "actually wearing clothing" vibe.

Speaking of your wife, she leans over your shoulder and whispers--Well, _shout-_whispers, to be heard over the thumping music: "Here, baby--Can you finish this, so I can put it down?"

She passes you the cocktail she's been helpfully holding... And the moment it leaves her grip, that hand darts down to cup the bulge in your pants. While you finish off the drink, she unzips your fly, then deftly tugs down her daughter/ex-husband's thong.

Jizzi seems lost in the music, but even a dancing, faux-college-aged party girl can't ignore her thong snapping against her thigh. "Wha--Oh." Looking over her shoulder, she instinctively bends over a little, giving you better access to her pussy--

--Only for April to reach around you both, grab her by the tit, and pull her back upright.

"No..." Running a hand down your back, April kisses you on the cheek. "...You should fuck her ass."

The two of you share a smirk, your cock twitching in your favorite bimbo's hand. You have been a little preoccupied, wondering how things are going between Mike and Cass... It's high time for some anal action of your own.

"Ohfuckohfuckoh--Uuuungh," Jizzi moans, as April guides your erection between her cheeks. One hand is on the younger woman's bare crotch, now, pressing her back into you... And providing plenty of stimulation to Jizzi's barely-visible dick in the process.

Within moments, your gyrating dance is replaced by the steady smacking of a drunk guy buttfucking an even-drunker feminized slut, both bodies guided and coordinated by a giggling bimbo MILF.

...PLAP-PLAP-PLAP...

...PLAP-PLAP-PLAP...

"...Oh f-fuck... Mike..."

"Should I slow dow--"

"...Don't you fucking dare..."

"Hey... Ungh... You can't talk to me like that!"

There's a SPANK, then a giggle--Two giggles.

"Oh, I'm s-sorry... I'm yours tonight, babe..."

"--That's m-more like it--"

"--But I'm g-gonna cum soon, and if you stop, I'll f-fucking destroy your femboy b-butt... First thing tomorrow..."

"Hngh... Promise?"

...PLAP-PLAP-PLAP...

...PLAP-PLAP-PLAP...

Slowly, thrust by thrust, you've made your way to the edge of the dance floor. You have Jizzi against the wall of the club, now, pounding into her like your life depends on it.

At some point April disappeared from behind you, and you're beginning to miss the weight of her huge tits on your shoulders. But as you turn your head to see where she's gone, you find yourself face-to-face with a naked man. He looks a few years older than you, a few inches shorter, and way drunker.

"Hey, hello," he half-shouts, to be heard over the thumping music. Judging by his accent, he's a local. "Nice cumrag!"

"Thanks," you reply, talking over Jizzi's half-hearted protest. "She's my daughter. Used to be my best friend's dad."

"Really? She looks younger than us!" While he talks, he reaches down and starts stroking his--

--Woah.

The man's sporting a foot-long cock, which is startling enough--But beneath it are a pair of testicles the size of his head.

"Pearson's Perfections," he yells proudly, still stroking. "The very finest--Big American science-balls! Nice, yeah? Your daughter-dad has them pumping! Listen--What if I take her to the bathroom for a few minutes? You and the other bimbo have a drink on me, yeah?"

"W-wait," Jizzi gasps. Your thrusting has slowed, but you're still balls-deep in her ass. "John, I swear to--"

"Deal," you reply, reaching out to shake the man's hand--Then pulling back as you realize it's rather sticky. The fat dick he's jerking is spurting pre-cum at an alarming rate, making quite the puddle--Kind of a safety hazard, given that it's a dance floor, but who's judging?

April releases her grip on Jizzi, letting you ease the shakey-legged bimbo off your cock. The stranger hands you a wad of cash--With his un-soiled hand, luckily--Then wraps an arm around Jizzi's waist.

"Ugh, seriously?" She cringes as a splat of viscous pre-cum coats her bare thigh, just missing her thong. But even as she shoots you a glare, you can see her lip twitch with another emotion: after a few drinks, a good butt-fucking, and the sight of the man's ridiculous genitals, she's almost as horny as she is angry.

"Come on, beautiful girl," the drunk young man says, leading her off towards the bathroom. "Need to sit down... Carrying a lot of weight! Let's see how much of my load you can carry in that tight little belly, yeah?"

As they disappear from view, you see him groping Jizzi's ass... But more surprisingly, she's reaching out to cup his balls, un-prompted.

"Aw, they grow up so fast," April quips, squeezing your shoulder. "How about that drink, handsome?"

Mike and Cass lie panting, the former's head resting between the latter's tits. His hand strokes her toned abs, which are glistening with sweat even in the dim light of the hotel room.

"...Mm... So..." Mike drags himself upright, swinging his legs off the bed. "Need a drink, beautiful?"

"Please," Cassandra gasps, lifting her head a little to watch as Mike's lithe, feminized body sways off towards the sink. His steps are clumsy, but with hips like those and an ass like that, it's difficult to walk in a way that's not seductive.

"Hey Mike... There should be some condoms in my bag. Could you grab one?"

"Huh? Uh, sure." In a few moments he returns with a glass of water in one hand and an absurdly-large condom in the other: the wrapped square is the size of his palm. "Sooo, looks like this is for you... Did you change your mind about wanting to fuck me?"

"No... I want you back in my ass," Cass replies, her words growing more confident--But there's still quite a bit of red in her cheeks, whenever she uses explicit language while off-duty. "But when you put it back in, I think I'm gonna explode... And it's not your job to clean up after me. Not tonight."

While she talks, she takes the condom from Mike and starts the long, laborious process of wrapping her futa cock in the extra-heavy-duty rubber.

"So if you do fuck a fat nut out of me... Better keep it contained." She pauses, looking up at him with a smirk. "...And maybe I'll save it... Then if you're a bad boy tomorrow morning... We've got breakfast."

Mike's eyebrow shoots up, but he barely misses a beat before replying: "Bad boy? Sounds like a reward to me."

With that he pounces onto the bed, grips her legs, and starts licking at the few inches of girl-cock which aren't yet wrapped in the condom. All the while he's making silly, animalistic noises, growling and grunting as his lips and tongue dance around her crotch.

"Ah! Mike--You don't have to--It's not--"

"Yeah, yeah," he says, flipping her onto her front. "It's off-duty, ass-fuckin' time, right?"

Cass giggles, giving him a look. "...Mike--Ohfuck--"

Her cringe-y expression gives way to pure lust as his cock re-enters her ass, sliding in slowly yet forcefully.

"...Fuck, Mike... Holy shit..."

"Yeah," he moans back, settling into a rhythm. His thrusts are slower this time, as he lets his body fall onto hers... Gyrating, touching, kissing...

"...Don't stop..."

"Never." He pauses. "Well, I guess I'll stop in the morning--Wait, when is 'morning,' anyway? When do you stop being my girlfriend, and go back to--"

"I'm still gonna be your girlfriend, dummy," she whispers, glancing back at him. "I'll just... Be other stuff, too. Now shut up and fuck me, okay?"

"...Yeah. Okay."

As speech trails off into moans, the world--The room--The passing of time--It all disappears. If either of them notices the morning light creeping through the blinds and across the floor, they choose to ignore it.

"Fuck me--Sun's coming up," you say, smiling a little. You're sitting on the edge of a canal, just outside the club. April has an arm around you, letting you lean against her huge rack and helping your drunk ass stay upright. She's nearly as plastered as you, but she's got plenty of experience supporting a lot of weight on her chest.

"It's beautiful," she replies softly, watching the water slowly turn orange as the sun rises over the canal houses. "I can't remember the last time I stayed up all night."

"You mean outside the bedroom, right?"

"Right." She kisses your cheek. "I mean, even on those Saturday nights, when you and Mike were at your most, um, ****... Right after you came of age... You still had to sleep eventually. There weren't that many all-nighters--Just when you happened to wake up at different times."

Smiling a little, you stroke her hair instead of replying. You weren't there for those memories: you were still living in your original universe. No free use of busty women, no ladies approaching you to take their virginity, and no semi-incestuous love triangle with your best friend's mom.

You're a little sad to have missed those early days... But there's no way they could be better than this. Maybe you arrived exactly when you needed to.

"We should probably go get Jizzi," April sighs, sitting up a little--

--But before she can stand, your cumdump daughter comes stumbling out of the club, arm-in-arm with the hung Dutch stranger.

"Mom! Daaad--I mean... John... April..." She giggles a little and rolls her eyes at the "mistake," approaching you with unsteady steps. "You're here... You waited for me... That's sweeeeet..."

Looking up at her, you see that her bare belly is distended--Absolutely stuffed full of jizz, to a degree that even Cassandra couldn't achieve in just a couple hours of face-fucking. Her thick lips are still dripping with cum, and there's plenty spilling down between her breasts as well.

But despite her absolutely-cock-assaulted appearance, she looks pleased--Pleased, and hammered.

"Did you give this poor young lady shots?" You grin at the man. "Trying to take advantage of her?"

"Succeeding," he laughs, helping Jizzi to sit down beside you--A bit further from the edge of the canal, though, given how much she's swaying. "I didn't give her any more drinks, no... But my cum does carry more things than usual--Tastes, nutrition, ****... Something to do with how my new balls make so much, I think? I don't know."

Shrugging, he gives you and April a huge smile. "Thank you for loaning your woman! If you want, give me your number--I'll send you the finest restaurants, the places to go, the things to see--The very best of Amsterdam--Just like this young lady is the very best of America!"

"Works for me," you reply, handing over your phone.

As he enters his details, Jizzi leans against your shoulder. "Hey, John."

"Hey, slut."

"...Heh... You're a dick," she mumbles, swatting your arm. "Oh, look... It's morning."

"Yep, and yep."

"...Missed you..."

Her voice is quiet and slurred, but it catches you off-guard. "...Really?"

There's a long pause... And then a snore.

After a minute, the man returns your phone, says his goodbyes, and stumbles away. You sit there for a long while, in peaceful, half-drunk silence... Your new wife on one side, and your new daughter on the other. One sleeping, the other gently caressing you.

Then, from the far distance, a sound comes floating through the air--Only audible because of the near-silence of the early-morning street.

"FUCK--YEEEEESSS!"

April's eyes pop open. "Was that..."

"Cassandra? Jesus--How far is the hotel from here?"

"At least a few blocks." A huge grin is forming on April's face, as she tilts her head and tries to hear more.

"Fuck me. They must be having fun--"

"Huh? Wuzzat?" Beside you, Jizzi stirs and mumbles incoherently: your exclamation must've woken her up. "...Yessir..."

Before you can say anything, she's unzipping your pants, rolling off your shoulder, and dipping her head between your legs.

"No, that's not what I--Aaah..." You trail off as she takes you in her mouth, her plumped-up lips applying just the right amount of suction to your erection--Your "morning wood," technically. "...Nevermind... Keep going..."

"Okay, one quick blowjob, then home and to bed," April teases. "My boys need their rest--It certainly sounds like Mike hasn't slept."

You fake a sigh and roll your eyes. "Fine, Mom."

She laughs and kisses you--Then goes back for another, your tongue dancing with hers while her daughter/ex-husband's teases your cockhead.

"Y'know, that joke's a lot more funny than it used to be," April says, when she finally pulls away from your lips.

"Maybe I've just gotten more charismatic."

"Or I've gotten dumber," she giggles. "Gotta play the part of your ditzy bimbo doll--"

"Nah... I've got plenty of those," you reply, punctuating by pushing Jizzi's head down and penetrating her throat. As she gurgles with annoyance/gratitude, you kiss April again. "If you were as dumb and horny as Mike and Jizzi--Or me--We'd all be fucked. I need you and Cass to help keep things running!"

"Oh, c'mon, dear... I might be a little better at thinking ahead... Maybe I've got a little more restraint..." She leans in close, wrapping an arm around you as your noses touch. "...But I'm just as horny as you and the 'kids.' I'm one of your toys, too--Devoted to you... Custom-built for you... And don't you dare forget it, young man."

"...Fine, Mom," you say with a smirk, making the same joke in an identical tone... But before you can roll your eyes, she's kissing you again. "...Mph..."

And then, once again, a sound floats through the air. A pair of enhanced, pseudo-super-human lungs cry out:

"DON'T STOP--I LOVE YOU--FUUUCK!"

Cassandra's voice falls silent after that, and stays silent the rest of the morning... But you and April aren't listening, anyway.

By the time Mike and Cass fall asleep back at the hotel, you're inside her... Fucking her on a patch of grass beside the canal, while Jizzi sleeps soundly nearby.