All For You

All For You

The alarm sounded and Michaela turned to check the time. Six Thirty AM... Better get started if I want to beat her. She sat up and took care of some morning business, then made herself breakfast. After a healthy, small meal of fruit, toast and juice, she got dressed. Normally, she didn't dress like such a slut - a black, sleeveless top with a cut-off midriff that showed her fair-skin and cleavage, and a tight pair of blue jeans that snugly clung to her hips. She smiled in satisfaction as she looked in the mirror to see how the material shaped around her round ass. Next came the makeup - dark red lipstick and heavily applied black mascara. It paired well with her goth-styled black hair.

Michaela considered dressing in a short skirt, imagining her behind barely hidden under the thin material of the latest clothing item she bought but decided against it. After all, Ken said her ass looks good in jeans. When she left the house, Michaela laughed at how the old man watering the grass next door could not take his eyes off her. She heard his wife yelling.

"Watch where you're aiming that thing, you dolt! And take your eyes off that damn tramp!" The old man accidentally squirted his wife with the hose!

As Michaela drove away, she could hear the man's wife continuing to berate him. Once the goth arrived at Ken's house, she was relieved as she didn't see that whore's car. She parked her vehicle behind Ken's corvette. Once she got out, she made her way to the front door and knocked. Then, she heard the rust bucket pulling onto the grass.

Today is a special day. Jennifer will demonstrate to Ken how much she loves him. She absolutely will not let that pretentious gothic slut get the best of her again, no matter what! Jennifer had natural good looks and could turn heads without putting much effort in, but when it came to Ken, she always went all-out. She bought a new outfit just for today. A custom-made long-sleeved white T-shirt cut off just below the breasts with a hole in the centre in the shape of a heart. Normally she envied Michaela's massive skank breasts, but her tight, perky tits looked great under the thin black bra.

She began pulling up a pair of jean shorts which showed off the bottom curvature of her supple rear end. She carefully applied a light layer of makeup and gave herself another look in the mirror. She blushed at the amazing woman looking back at her, then turned to see her curvy ass exposed oh-so-perfectly. Even that meatbag's ass doesn't compare to mine right now.

Jennifer wondered if Ken would even be up so early. Would Michaela? She didn't like the idea of not reaching her beloved first, so it was time to go. As soon as she walked out the front door, she saw the couple across the road happen to glance at her. That was enough to embarrass the girl, so she went back inside. Jennifer wasn't bold or shameless enough to let anyone but Ken see her scanty outfit. She grabbed her red jacket off a hook on the wall, then headed out again. I can feel your eyes on me. Take a picture, nosy fuckers.

By the time she turned on to Ken's street, she saw Michaela's car pulling into the driveway. Slut! She drove onto the grass, then quickly got out of the car. "Hey, bitch!" She called out and jogged towards the front door. "What do you think you're doing, dressing like that, huh?" She hated how openly slutty the woman was.

Even though her face remained passive as the blonde yelled at her, Michaela loved how much she annoyed the silly girl. She didn't even turn her head to look at Jennifer. Then, the front door opened. "Good morning, Ken!" She said, her eyes lighting up as she saw the man.

"Morning..." Ken said, still half asleep.

"Sorry for waking you so early!" Michaela grinned, pushing her breasts together with her arms.

"Good morning, Ken!" Jennifer repeated Michaela's words, pressing her way in front of the door beside the woman. She noticed Ken's bed hair and shook her head. "I'm sorry, I tried to tell Michaela it was too early, but she said you were up already..."

That got a reaction out of Michaela, who turned her shocked visage on the blonde idiot next to her, delivering a sharp elbow into her bicep.

"It's all good, it's all good!" Ken said, acting quickly to prevent the two from fighting on his doorstep. Again.

Ken welcomed the girls inside, who set their purses on the kitchen bench.

"Ken," Jennifer said, her voice soft as the man shut the front door.

Ken turned and looked at her, then his jaw dropped. She removed her red jacket and the shirt she wore immediately drew his attention. Jennifer never wore stuff like that. "W-wow," Ken stammered and his face turned bright red. He walked past the women to the kitchen sink, then poured himself a glass of water. Jennifer’s appearance caught him off guard, and he knew he'd **** on his words if he tried to speak just then.

Jennifer and Michaela both saw the reaction. "You didn't go all school-boy nervous when you saw me!" Michaela said, causing Ken to look at her again.

"You always dress that way, though..." Ken said, then realised his mistake. It was still too early, damn it! He hadn't even had a cup of coffee yet! "But you look great though!"

The way Ken looked at Jennifer made the girl's heart race. For just a second, it felt like she was the only woman in his life. Then Michaela had to complain and ruin the mood. "I wanted to look nice for your birthday, Ken," Jennifer said, smiling warmly at the man.

Ken's heart could melt under the girl's gaze. Again, he noticed a look of annoyance on Michaela's face and he turned away. "Uh, so, would anyone like a coffee?" He asked, pushing the button on his electric kettle.

"No thank you," Jennifer said. She watched curiously as Michaela walked around the kitchen bench, and when she realised what the goth was doing, it was too late.

"How about you let me make it for you?" Michaela asked, standing strategically next to the fridge door so that when Ken stood up straight again, he'd be looking down at her. Down at her cleavage.

Ken swallowed nervously as the view threatened to reawaken his morning wood. "Um, yeah! Yeah, sure, I appreciate it!" He said, staring at her tits for longer than he felt was acceptable.

"Good idea!" Jennifer said, hooking both her arms under Ken's right elbow. "While she's making you coffee, you and I can go and relax in the living room!"

Ken looked between Michaela and Jennifer and could envision the holes burning through their eyes as they exchanged glares. It was almost comical the way their expressions changed to smiles when they noticed him looking at them. "Uh..." He considered Jennifer's offer, but again, Michaela glowered. "Maybe we should just sit here..." He said, taking a seat on one of the stools. He pulled another one out from under the kitchen bench for Jennifer.

"Fine, fine," Jennifer said, sliding the stool closer to Ken before taking a seat.

Michaela began making Ken's coffee. Half a sugar and one and a half teaspoons of coffee. Add the milk, then the hot water. She felt bad for guilt-tripping Ken into doing what she wanted, but she couldn't allow Jennifer to get ahead. "Here you go, birthday boy, just the way you like it!"

"Thanks," Ken said, sipping the beverage. It was scolding hot, just the way he liked it.

"So, have you eaten yet?" Michaela asked, setting her elbows on the bench and leaning forwards. Her tits dangled in front of Ken's face, gently swinging back and forth before gravity stilled them.

For a sold three seconds, Ken stared so intently at Michaela's well-endowed slobber-knockers. After those three seconds, he realised he hadn't swallowed the latest mouthful of coffee. "H-hot!" He whined, feeling his mouth burn.

"Hmm?" Michaela held an index finger to her open mouth in confusion, then looked down at her chest. "Oh my! I appreciate the compliment!"

"He meant the coffee, tit-for-brains," Jennifer said, rolling her eyes.

"Shut it," Michaela said to Jennifer without taking her eyes off Ken. "So Ken, since it's your birthday, why don't we cook you something?"

"For once, she has a good idea!" Jennifer said, clapping her hands, looking sidelong at Ken.

"Yeah, I could eat!" Ken said though he wondered if his answer mattered here. He expected the girls would just compete with one another regardless.

Michaela began looking through Ken's cupboards. "How about pancakes?" She asked, holding the plastic bottle triumphantly.

Ken doubted the girls could argue much if they cooked something as simple as pancakes, so he nodded enthusiastically.

"Good!" Michaela grinned, then her expression soured as her attention turned to Jennifer. "You, come on. Let's do it."

"Uh... Cooking pancakes is so easy, I don't even know how it could be a two-person job..." Jennifer said, returning Michaela's deadpan stare.

Why did I think there'd be no arguments making pancakes...? Ken thought, sighing.

Michaela smiled condescendingly at Jennifer, folding one arm under her breasts and bringing the hand of her other arm to her cheek. "I guess your cooking skills are just too good for Ken, now that you have a degree, huh?"

Jennifer considered opening that pancake bottle and forcing all the powder down the smug bitch's throat. Then she glanced at Michaela's tits. "Well," She said, shrugging one shoulder, "Maybe if you tried cooking a decent meal for once in your life instead of eating microwaved garbage, you wouldn't be such a fat cow."

Ken could feel the tension between the two growing stronger, and he wasn't sure he could stop a fight between them this time. The way they acted was nothing new. They'd been doing this for years now, always arguing and fighting for his attention. It was endearing to him. It was lucky, or maybe just strange that their relationship hasn’t **** him to choose one of them yet. No, he loved the way things were now, and perhaps it was selfish of him, but he did not want things to change. Ever.

And besides… Even though these two are at each other’s throats all the time, I know they care for one another. They told him so themselves, separately of course. He laughed out loud as he thought about that while the girls continued arguing.

The suddenness of the outburst surprised the girls and they both looked at the man.

"What's so funny?" Jennifer asked, sitting back down. She was about to do something she'd probably regret.

"Oh," Ken tried to stifle his laughter as he looked at the girls. "I was just thinking about how much you girls love each other."

The way the girls both tried to **** anger into their faces to cover the redness filling their cheeks made Ken's heart swoon. It was adorable. "I- I'm just kidding! I was messing around, sorry. So, breakfast, right?"

Jennifer and Michaela both looked at each other again. When they saw the obvious fake anger peering back, they both began laughing.

"Man, what are we doing? I was seriously about to attack you!" Jennifer said, trying to catch her breath.

"I was hoping you would! I wanted to smother you with my tits!" Michaela replied. This made Jennifer laugh harder, which made Michaela laugh so hard that tears began to form. They were both doubled over on opposite sides of the kitchen bench, their heads often bumping.

When the girls finally quietened, the girls exchanged a glance. "You know, I think I've got something else in mind for breakfast..." Michaela said, smiling and winking at Jennifer before walking around the bench to reach Ken.

Clueless to the hint, Jennifer asked "Huh? What do you mean?"

"I mean exactly what I just said," Michaela answered, her words devoid of condescension - sounding more lustful, as she looked at Ken. She dropped to her knees in front of the man, looked briefly back at Jennifer, then pulled his shorts down.

Ken opened his mouth to protest but promptly zipped those lips as that obscenely fat dick of his slapped right down across the goth's face with a meaty thump. A weary sigh escaped the man, but with all the showing off they'd been doing, all the teasing? He was already getting hard, there was simply no avoiding it! He noticed the determined expression on Jennifer's face as she saw his manhood. "N-now, I don't need you two scrapping with my dick between you, okay? I'd like to stay in one piece!"

Jennifer was taken aback by Michaela's forwardness, though it should not have come as a surprise. She was always like this. When Jennifer saw Ken's dick, she felt like she had to be beside Michaela - not because she would miss out, but because it was something for them to share. Still, her next words did not match with her feelings. "H-h-hey!" She stood up so fast her stool slid across the floor, managing to stay upright. "What are you - what do you think you're doing?! Show some class for once, you slut!"

The heat from his fat dick laying on her face made the shameless goth groan in pleasure. "Unnngggh, I love your cock, Ken. You should just dump that prude over there and let me be your cum dump already..." She said, while hugging the shaft to her face with her fingers, gently massaging it.

When the blonde rushed over to them, Ken was sure she was about to rip his dick straight out of his crotch - that's how angry she looked. Instead, she dropped to her knees as well!

"Move over!" Jennifer ordered, shoving up against Michaela's shoulder. "I wanted to take him to a movie or something, but no, you just had to be a fucking whore! Like always!"

"Mmmh," Michaela moaned, kissing Ken's cock. "Nothing's stopping you from leaving." She gently licked the shaft, enjoying how it twitched lightly against her nose. "That way, this 'whore' can please her lover." The goth's words were demure, and Ken felt her warm breath each time she spoke.

Pangs of jealousy hit Jennifer hard as she watched Ken's face, a visage of pure ecstasy. She moved her head closer to the goth's, forcing her out of the way.

"Hey!" Michaela protested, but Jennifer ignored her.

The blonde wrapped her lips around the tip of Ken's dick and looked up to meet his eyes. The look of pleasure in his eyes, directed to her - telling her that he felt good because of her was enough to make the love-driven girl moan. Her heart raced and her entire body felt warm. When she remembered Michaela was still beside her, she stared and made a show of groaning in satisfaction.

The bait was so obvious, but Michaela's usually calm demeanour was gone as if it never existed. She looked up at Ken to see his expression, and since his eyes were on Jennifer, she rudely **** her way back to his crotch. Her lips found his nutsack and the taste of sweat and musk, scents trapped within Ken's underwear from the previous night, made the girl forget all about Jennifer's jeers.

Sometimes, the two acted so greedily for his cock that Ken often wondered if they loved it more than him. He doubted that was the case, but he decided not to dwell on it. His meat grew girthier when the blonde began pushing her tongue out of her tightly closed lips. "Mmn, come on girls... You know my dick is big enough for both of you..." He said though the more Michaela sucked his balls, the more their animosity seemed to fade. "G-good... Yeah, just enjoy yourselves..."

"Nnnngggh, Ken, You know I love your dick so much that I can't help but want to keep it all to myself..." Michaela said, slowly letting one of his thick balls drag from her mouth. The musky testicle balanced on her lip before sliding down her chin, leaving a thick sheen of saliva. "You should just let me live with you, I'll be your personal jizz rag..."

Vulgarity always seemed to spill from Michaela's mouth as if it was a second language, so Ken thought he'd gotten used to it. However, hearing those words while Michaela sucked his balls and Jennifer needily suckled the tip of his cock drew a deep, throaty groan from the man. "Mnnngggh...!"

It was Jennifer who reaped the rewards for Michaela's dirty talk as a thick bead of precum filled her mouth. She gulped it greedily.

Jennifer resembled a cub feeding off its mother's tit. She looked so peaceful and satisfied while slurping on Ken's dick, he thought it was adorable. It throbbed in her mouth, and when she squirmed in pleasure from the sensation, he gently caressed her cheek. "Aaahh... Yeah... You girls are the best," the man moaned under his breath.

Michaela spread her lips apart wider and managed to slip both voluptuous orbs into her mouth completely. Encouraged by Ken's words, Michaela carefully sucked both of his voluptuous orbs into her mouth. Her tongue danced around under them, juggling the weighty nutsack around and drenching it in her saliva. She wanted to feel every wrinkle and imperfection on the sac she could find, perhaps subconsciously hoping her unconditional love would impress him.

Jennifer continued to enjoy the taste of Ken's cock and groaned again as another thick rope of gooey precum oozed onto her tongue. After she swallowed it, she began licking the underbelly of his crown and used both hands to jerk the man off. "Mmmmhhuh, I could drink your nut juice all day..."

Ken watched his pearly liquids swirl around Jennifer's tongue, and the sight made his cock throb and shoot another rope of prenut on her face. "Nnnggh, well there's more where that came from!"

Slowly, Michaela allowed Ken's saliva-soaked fall free from her mouth. Spit dripped from the wet sac and the girl licked her lips. "Okay, you've had enough now..." She said, gently shaking Jennifer's shoulder. When the girl didn't respond, Michaela became more forceful. "That's enough! Stop being such a greedy pig!" She saw Ken look down at her, and she felt bad for breaking him out of the cloud he was on. A nice, deep kiss to his balls seemed to fix the issue, though, as his visage returned to a state of bliss.

"Hah," Jennifer chuckled, allowing Ken's cock to rest on her cheek and holding it close like a cherished trophy. "Funny that you're calling me a pig, you fat-titted cow!"

Suddenly, Ken grabbed both of them by their heads and **** their mouths onto his nuts. "Hush, stop fighting. You're here for me, aren't you?" He asked in the most seductive voice he could muster. To him, it sounded cringy, but it had the desired effect. The girls looked up at him with doe eyes and gently suckled, sharing his sperm factories.

Ken kept a hand on both the lovely women’s heads, holding them softly in place despite their willingness to suck. For some reason he was reminded of a Game Master’s role – players always get distracted and drone on about unrelated nonsense, and it’s the GM’s job to shut that shit down and move things along! There was plenty to share, but somehow the girls still found a way to argue or turn things into a competition. He had to try and keep things fair, as that was how he lasted this long!

Nearly two minutes passed when Ken finally felt satisfied they’d sucked on his heavy, potent nuts. He smiled at Jennifer as he gently grabbed her head before tucking her underneath himself. Ken was practically sitting on his face and packing her mouth achingly full with those churning nuts. Leaving her cheeks bulging out obscenely, he knew she’d be busy ensuring his nuts received a nice polish.

Her legs squirmed and Ken noticed a pool of clear liquid forming under the blonde's jean shorts. He chuckled, "Well you seem to be enjoying yourself, eh Jen?"

In the meantime, Ken decided to adhere to Michaela’s masochistic tendencies by forcefully stuffing the head of his imposing dick between her lips. She groaned in surprise as his hands began forcing her head down on his length, straining her jaws with his heated shaft as he plugged up her throat. “Unnnggghh y-yyeeaaahh, don’t worry ladies! You know I won’t let…” He thrust lightly, jabbing the tip of his cock firmly against the goth’s throat. He continued, “Either of you leave until you’ve had your full!”

Michaela opened her mouth as wide as she could to accommodate the man's girth as he pulled her head deeper and deeper onto his cock. She loved how the thick, hot tool felt like it was crushing her tongue to the bottom of her mouth. Tears began to form as Ken showed his determination to make her **** on his cock. He was undeterred by her gagging, which only got louder the harder he tried to bury his prick. Her pussy was leaking juices profusely, and she wondered how much harder the man would push her.

Ken laughed again. "Sorry, but you're both gagging on my nuts and dick. I was just thinking, you're not that different..." He knew that comment would annoy them. When Jennifer attempted to pull her mouth off his nuts, he **** her head into his crotch even more. "Nuh-uh, it's my birthday, remember? Be a good girl and keep sucking!" Michaela probably would have tried as well, because both girls took every opportunity to insult each other. But, Ken's cock, which throbbed inside her convulsing throat, prevented her from speaking. "The fact you'd even try and make an argument while you're busy gobbling my goods tells me you're just not as dedicated to pleasing me as you should be..."

The girls didn't react, but he knew they would stew on that comment for a while.

Ken kept a firm, but gentle grip on Michaela's head and guided her movements. He ensured that she continued to move her head back and forth, enjoying how her throat jerked him off.

"Gggghhhhrrrk! Ggglluurrgggppht! Ggguuurrgggguughk!"

Oh, the sounds of her gagging just made him increase his efforts. He knew the masochistic slut was loving every second of it!

Jennifer's tongue hungrily caressed Ken's vast, hot ball sac, moving between them and juggling the thick nuts. Due to the constant threat of **** on his balls, her tongue was put to work - making sure to keep each testicle from slipping into her throat.

"Nnnnnmmm... Gonna feed you both a nice, creamy load soon. It's like you're getting a reward, even though it's my birthday!" Ken joked.

Ken thoroughly enjoyed how the girls would let him use them like this, apparent by the thick helping of prenut that ran down the goth slut's throat with every throb. He sat up slightly and gently guided Jennifer back up front, his massive nuts popping out of her mouth and spilling saliva all over the floor. "Sit there, be a good girl and keep your mouth open. No complaining or you'll miss your reward!" He commanded. They all knew how demanding he could get when on the edge of climax, he just couldn't help himself.

The goth slut got what was coming to her; namely, Ken near-mounting her face, and starting to slamfuck her throat with every last inch of his cock! Those messy nuts clapping off her chin and throat, again and again, bulging her neck out obscenely with all that heated cock in a brutal repetition of self-serving lust. Ten seconds passed, then another ten, and Ken enjoyed every moment, every loud, wet gag and explosion of drool and spit as he buried himself in the whore's throat. Finally, he held her to the hilt with a sharp grunt. She struggled, and still, he pushed her down as rope after rope of his hot spunk was dumped into the gothic cum dump.

"Gggllrrhk, ggllrrugghk, gluurrgghk! Glug gluurrgghk!" Michaela retched and gagged hard from violent throat ****. I love when he does this! He's never been this ... fierce before! Unngggh, he's cumming! He's cumming down my throat! Ugggh I'm cumming! Her body rocked as juices squirted from her cunt.

Jennifer couldn't believe what was happening. She focused on the look of pleasure and pent up lust on Ken's face, then looked at Michaela. Desperation emanated from her. She had to admire what the goth was willing to go through just to please Ken, to ensure he had a memorable birthday. She could see as chunky ropes of jizz ran down the woman's throat, and Jennifer was too focused to say anything at all.

And then, Ken yanked his weapon out of Michaela's throat and swiftly grabbed Jennifer by the wrist! He pulled her closer and she knelt before him. He considered giving her the same treatment but couldn't find it in his heart to do that. Jennifer was a sweet girl and he knew he could potentially traumatise her. He noticed how she stared fearfully at Michaela, who was desperately gasping for air and close to sobbing - even though she loved that kind of stuff! So, he began to fuck her face. At first, he was gentle, but he moved faster and faster, all the while dumping more of his seed into her stomach. His orgasm finally began to simmer.

Jennifer fell on her ass when the man let her go. She huffed and wheezed, though she recovered much quicker than Michaela did.

Once both girls were able to steadily breathe again, they looked at each other. Mascara stained their cheeks and smeared lipstick marks painted the lower halves of their face. Then, they looked at the man who owned their hearts and grinned. "Happy birthday, Ken!"

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