Every king, a queen…

Their tongues still locked in the glow of their post-coital embrace. Glistening muscle and skin surging against the other, hands directionless exploring. Sam’s head rolled back as the final waves washed through her. Ed removed his softening tool as the clench relented. Her focus returned back to his warm smile beaming toward her, hers greeting his soon after.

“It’s you.”, she breathed softly.

“I’m starting to realize that.”, he chuckled, his hands rubbing up her grown arms.

“D-did you mean what you said? You know….before?”, meekly staring down into his chest, darting a glance to his response.

“Every word.”, dipping to kiss her forehead.

Her head turned to the bed, looking over the three, pointedly. “You are going to keep going aren’t you? I mean, like more?”

The thought caused a knowing rumble through his groin, humming happily. Stumbling, “I-”, following her gaze to his handiwork.

“I’m not going to lie and say I don’t want to. But, ..” looking back at her. His hand pulled lightly at her chin to focus on him, “... I mean this means something, right?”

Her face turned a shade of red, clearly mulling the words. “Y-you made me.” With a light shake at her own thoughts, hands pulling him closer. “You Ed, chose me. Over them.” Her head dips, burying into his chest. “I don’t care if you fuck the whole world, as long as you love me.” Warmly sighing as she wrapped him tightly, her head nuzzling into his meaty chest. Wrapping her up the same, fiercely they embraced in their new love.

They’d held there for a few long tender moments. Endorphins finally abated, hormones simmered.

“Alrighty, lover.”, she said, with a shimmy of her hips. “I’m stealing your shower.”, she whispered up to his ear. She pulled away, nearly skipping in her joy toward the bathroom. Luckily it was attached to his room, having bounced their way inside. Purposefully moving to the mirror, her hands exploring tentatively what her eyes saw.

Luckily not having closed the door, Ed was able to watch her clearly. Her shocked and nervous laughter broiled up. Touching her face, she couldn’t help but smile. Poking and pulling, the drawing realization of how real it all was. She shrieked with joy.

Her hips swayed and her hands traveled lower. Slowly climbed her now generous peaks, chest thrusting as her nips were tweaked. Her strong chest felt stirring under the soft pillows as her hands traced down. Falling to now stocky chest narrowing down bumpy obliques and taut abdominals. Feeling out her widened hips, her head rolling back to the hands encouragement. Fingers splaying wide into the strong cheeks of her rear. She hummed to the feeling, as her full hands were unable to palm the tightly stretched glute. Slowly twisting down, feeling the long shredded thighs, she coo's lightly at her stimulations. The hands advance over their legs, having seen much of the height. Having the bend lower, feeling lower and lower, her arms slowly coming into view. Packed arms, capped with jutting round shoulders. Still she explored tracing lines wildly over her stuffed muscles, still squirming to their own touch.

Ed’s attention is pulled at by the growing wet groans from the bed. Turning to see all three flushed faces, desperately darting between the two of them. Seeing hotly groping at themselves was adorably ****, roused something deep in Ed. His smile widening as he took purposeful steps to them. His arousal twitching to life, now taking all three of the women's attention.

The twins on either side of Anya, each groping and tweaking their engorged peaks. Hands folded in the legs, fingers dancing with a growing desperation. And while the twins eyes listfully trying to focus, as they felt themselves out, Anya had the eyes of a predator. Her legs opening as Ed, her fingers absently holding glossy lips invitingly open. Now standing over her, his pumped his rod, standing at full attention over her.

Leaning in, he grabbed her hips, lifting them off the bed. Her fingers and flooded gates, making way for the probing head. He felt her small hand guiding his tool, replaced with tight warmth. Wracked with only the head, already splitting in her. Holding her moan, slowly turning into a groan as he moved further. More of him pushing with unrelenting pulsing strength. He could feel her quivering pussy desperately to find any give, finding none from his organ. Then in earnest his hips bucked, she hollered all the while, pain quickly replaced with euphoria. Anya’s hands now strangling at the sheets, knuckles turning white in strain. Considerably bigger again than moments ago when he’d fucked her, she was failing. The near constant pleasure, of every nerve lighting off. Her eyes rolled back as she continued to bounce from his rutting. Soon enough the familiar tensing slosh, filling her warmly. Sputtering out, filling her fully it now pooled under her.

The still sputtering rigid tool was slowly pulled from the trembling Anya. Shaking again, now at its absence, falling back into the still warm pool. Ed now turned to Ashley, who quivered just at his gaze falling on her. Not moving himself, instead pulls her up. The beastly head probing between her legs, grunting as he found her wet want easily. She was even tighter as well, but he was well passed foreplay. His tool pushing, surging, demanding her walls relent. Her entire body convulsing as she was used, his grip now moving her, pushing him deeper and back. When his hips now demanded more, the wet slapping grew. He growled out as the surging balls urged deep for their release, warm gurgle bubbling with a building heat.

Quicker now, discarding Ashley from his plum manhood. Setting Ashley on the quivering Anya, stacking them up. His dick throbbed another line far across the gasping Ashley’s chest, mindlessly her hand rubbed into her chest. The growing pool at the end of the bed beneath him is only growing.

Kaylie knew what was coming, having rolled onto their back desperately aching their ass to him, presenting. His growl out, “Good girl…” found more arch in her back as shook again, from words alone.

Pulling her over, setting her down on the pile. Unable to control herself, her mouth attacking the spunk covered peaks of her sister. Her legs shaking their gorgeous ass, moaning as she felt his slick hot dick rest on back, its pulsing surge splitting at her cheek.

Slowly pushing the head into her dripping crevice. Giving no warning, his hands flexing around her hips pulling him in full thrust. She tried to scream but found no voice as her body seized up. He roared out, feeling out her depths he began to rut roughly. Arm and hips working and tensing in time, eliciting sharp squeaks at his fevered plumbing. And like that, the lights faded for her, lost to the feeling.

He filled her up as well, seized balls pumping again and again. Falling into the quivering pile of pussy all leaking steady warm streams of his. Still he shot at them all now, glazing his proverbial triple-layered cake. His capacity seemingly only growing at each copulation now cupfuls, running lines from one quivering body to the other.

“Now that’s hot.” Sam said from behind, not hearing the shower having stopped or started. Towel aggressively tried to dry out her longer hair, as she leaned against the door frame, watching.

“You are one overall away from being a farmer, with all that plowing…” Sam, mirthfully giggling as they comment on the trembling mess he made.

“I - uh, - W-well you see…”, he stammered. An odd juxtaposition of the still glistening beast of a man, who in short order, downed three women. Now being a bashful stammering mess to her.

“Calm down, slugger. You still love me?”, the head quirking playfully at their question.

“Well, yeah…”

“Then I just need to decide where we are going next?”

“Huh…going?”

“Oh honey, don’t you want more of that?”, pointing to his bed again.

He nodded yes, but his word failed him. “I - uh.”

“Then we need to go get them.”, a knowing wicked smile crossing Sam’s face. He shuddered at her words, specifically 'We'.