Angel & Anita

Chapter 1: Bikini Shopping

The air-conditioned department store felt cool against my skin, but my blood was already running hot. Angel, my 20-year-old petite girlfriend, was giggling as she held up one tiny bikini after another against her slim, tight body. At 5’2” and barely 100 pounds, she looked like pure temptation in anything skimpy.

“Babe, this pink one or the green?” she asked, pressing the fabric to her small perky tits.

Before I could answer, her mother Anita stepped in, tall and commanding at nearly 5’10”. At 45, the Russian former model still turned heads everywhere she went. Platinum blonde hair, piercing blue eyes, high cheekbones, and a body that had barely aged — full C-cup breasts, long toned legs, and an ass that was firm and round from years of discipline.

“Angel, the green will look better on you, darling,” Anita said in her smooth, velvety Russian accent. “Try it on. I’ll try something too.”

Angel kissed my cheek quickly and disappeared into her fitting room. Anita picked up a scandalously small black micro-bikini and gave me a slow smile before stepping into the stall right beside her daughter’s.

She pulled the curtain… but not all the way.

A generous gap remained open, giving me a clear side view from the bench where I sat waiting.

Anita slipped her sundress off in one fluid motion. Underneath she wore only a tiny white lace thong that vanished between her perfect ass cheeks. Her pale Russian skin glowed under the fitting-room lights. She bent slightly to step out of her heels, and her heavy breasts swayed. Then she reached for the black bikini bottoms.

Instead of closing the curtain, she turned her back toward the gap and slowly bent over to pick up the discarded sundress from the floor, pretending it was “laundry” or whatever excuse her mind had come up with. She bent deep — knees straight, back arched — offering me a full, unobstructed view.

Her ass cheeks spread naturally. The thin string of the thong had slipped completely to the side, exposing everything: her tight pink pussy lips and, right above, her smooth, puckered little butthole winking at me in the bright light.

My cock instantly surged to full hardness in my shorts.

She stayed bent over longer than necessary, making it completely clear — this wasn’t an accident. Anita wanted me to see her asshole. She wanted me thinking about fucking it.

She straightened up slowly, glanced back through the gap, and gave me the smallest, filthiest smile.

Chapter 2: The Fitting Room Heat

I couldn’t take it anymore. The image of Anita’s exposed asshole was burned into my brain. My heart hammered as I stood up and slipped quietly into Angel’s fitting room.

Angel had just pulled on the emerald green bikini and was turning in front of the mirror. “Babe, what do you—”

I didn’t let her finish. I spun her around, pushed her forward so her hands braced against the mirror, and dropped to my knees behind her. In one motion I yanked the bikini bottoms down to her thighs.

“Shhh… just let me taste you,” I whispered hoarsely.

Angel gasped but didn’t resist. I spread her small, firm ass cheeks and buried my face between them. My tongue dragged straight over her tight little asshole, licking and circling it hungrily. I ate her ass deep and wet for a full minute, moaning softly into her. But in my mind it wasn’t Angel’s petite ass I was devouring — it was her mother’s. I was picturing Anita bent over exactly like this, that smooth Russian butthole presented to me, begging to be fucked.

Angel whimpered and pushed back against my tongue, clearly loving the sudden intensity. “Fuck… babe…”

I gave her one last long lick, then pulled her bikini back up and stood. My cock was painfully hard, the outline obvious through my shorts.

I slipped out of Angel’s stall just as she was catching her breath and adjusting herself.

The moment I stepped back into the waiting area, Anita’s eyes dropped straight to my crotch. She was standing in her own stall with the curtain still teasingly open. She had removed the black micro-bikini completely and was now completely naked from the waist down — no panties at all. Her smooth, shaved pussy was fully visible. Up top she was trying on a new white bikini top, her full breasts spilling over the cups.

When she saw how hard I was, her cheeks flushed pink and she let out a soft, breathy laugh, biting her lower lip.

“Someone is excited from shopping, hmm?” she purred quietly, her Russian accent thicker with arousal.

She turned her back to me, still topless except for the untied strings of the bikini top dangling.

“Be a good boy and help me close this, darling,” she whispered. “I can’t reach.”

I stepped into her stall without thinking, heart racing. My hands trembled slightly as I took the strings. As I tied the top behind her neck, my fingers “accidentally” brushed the soft skin of her back and sides. They slid lower, tracing her waist… and then I couldn’t resist. I grabbed a full handful of her firm, round ass, squeezing it hard for a second. My fingers dug into the same cheek I had just seen spread open, the memory of her butthole flashing in my mind.

Anita let out a tiny, needy moan and pushed her ass back against my hand for just a moment.

I pulled away quickly and stepped out of her stall right before Angel’s curtain started to open.

“How do I look, babe?” Angel asked cheerfully as she stepped out in the green bikini.

I forced a smile, trying to hide how badly I was throbbing. “You look amazing, baby.”

The rest of the shopping trip was torture. We picked out several bikinis for both of them, but my mind kept replaying the moment: Anita bent over, asshole exposed… my face in Angel’s ass while fantasizing about her mom… grabbing Anita’s bare ass while she was naked from the waist down.

Every few minutes in the car on the way home I glanced at Anita in the rear-view mirror. She was sitting in the back seat, legs crossed elegantly, but her eyes kept meeting mine with that same knowing, hungry look. She would smile faintly and shift in her seat, sometimes letting her sundress ride up her long thighs.

Angel was happily chatting about the beach trip we were planning, completely oblivious.

But I knew something had changed. Anita had shown me her most private place on purpose. She had let me touch her. And the way she blushed and laughed when she saw my hard cock told me everything.

She wanted it.

She wanted her daughter’s 40-year-old boyfriend to fuck her — especially her tight Russian ass.

The question now wasn’t if it would happen.

It was when… and how far we would go before Angel found out.

Chapter 3: The Shower Surprise

A few days had passed since the heated bikini shopping trip. The memory of Anita’s bent-over ass in the fitting room — her smooth, puckered little butthole on full display — still made my cock twitch every time I thought about it. I had jerked off twice a day replaying that moment, imagining sliding deep into her forbidden Russian ass while her daughter was just one curtain away.

That afternoon I drove over to pick up Angel for a quick lunch before her afternoon class. We only had about ten minutes together. She looked adorable in her tight little crop top and short skirt, her petite 5’2” frame pressed against me as we kissed in the driveway.

“I’m running so late, babe,” Angel said, checking her phone. “Class starts in fifteen. I gotta go. I’ll text you after?”

She gave me one last quick kiss and hurried off to her car. As she drove away, I stood there for a second, heart already beating faster. I knew Anita was home alone. Angel’s older sister Mangle was out of town with her boyfriend for the whole week. The house was empty except for the tall, horny Russian MILF who had been teasing me mercilessly.

I couldn’t resist.

I walked up to the front door and knocked. A few seconds later the door opened, and there stood Anita in nothing but a short white bath towel barely wrapped around her body. It clung to her full breasts and stopped high on her long, toned thighs. Her platinum blonde hair was still dry, pulled up loosely. She looked freshly out of bed, skin glowing, that signature Russian accent wrapping around her words like silk.

“Oh… hey, it’s you,” she said, a slow smile spreading across her lips. “Angel is not home, darling. She just left for class.”

“I know,” I replied, trying to keep my voice casual even though my eyes were already drinking in the sight of her. “I was close by and thought I’d stop in and say hi. Maybe grab a quick coffee with you before I head out?”

Anita’s icy blue eyes sparkled with amusement. She didn’t move to cover herself or go change. Instead she stepped aside, holding the door open wider.

“Oh yeah… yeah, you should come in,” she purred, that thick accent making every word sound filthy.

I stepped inside and closed the door behind me. The house was quiet. Anita didn’t bother excusing herself to put on clothes. She just walked ahead of me toward the kitchen, the towel swaying dangerously with each step, threatening to slip off her perfect ass.

I followed, my cock already starting to thicken in my jeans.

“Did I stop by at the wrong time?” I asked, watching the way her long legs moved.

“No, no, no,” she laughed softly, glancing back over her shoulder. “I was just about to take a shower. I was standing in there, hand on the knob, about to turn the water on when you knocked.”

“I’m sorry,” I said, not sounding sorry at all.

She waved it off. “It’s okay, darling. Here — let me get your coffee. We can go upstairs and talk while I get ready.”

She poured two mugs of coffee and handed me one. Then, still wearing only that short towel, she led me up the stairs, her bare feet silent on the carpet. I walked a few steps behind, eyes glued to her long legs and the bottom curve of her ass peeking out from under the towel with every step.

When we reached the master bathroom, Anita set her coffee on the vanity.

“Okay, sit there,” she said, gesturing to the small bench near the door. “You drink your coffee and we can talk. Meantime, I will take my shower.”

She stepped into the large glass-enclosed shower but left the sliding door half-open — just enough that I had a clear view from where I sat. Steam started to rise as the hot water sprayed down. Anita dropped the towel to the floor outside the shower, revealing her fully naked body: tall, pale, toned, with full heavy breasts, a narrow waist, and that firm round ass I had been obsessing over.

I watched, mesmerized, as she stepped under the water. Her skin glistened. She ran her hands over her breasts, down her stomach, and between her legs, soaping herself slowly while chatting with me. The glass fogged slightly, turning her into a blurry, naked silhouette, but I could still see every curve.

My cock was rock-hard now, straining painfully against my zipper. I couldn’t just sit there anymore.

I stood up quietly and moved closer, slipping into the bathroom and sitting down on the floor right next to the vanity, only a few feet from the open shower door. From this angle I had an even better view of her wet, naked body moving behind the glass.

We kept talking — normal small talk about the weather, about Angel’s classes — but my hand had other plans. I quietly unzipped my jeans, pulled my throbbing cock out, and started slowly stroking it. The wet sounds of the shower covered any noise I made.

On the floor near the shower lay a small pile of Anita’s dirty clothes from earlier. I reached over and picked up a pair of her used black lace panties. They were still warm. I wrapped the soft fabric around my shaft and stroked faster, rubbing her panties up and down my cock while watching her soap her breasts and ass.

Suddenly the shower door slid open wider.

Anita stood there completely naked, water cascading down her body, one hand still on the door. She had clearly been about to ask me something — maybe for a towel or to hand her the shampoo — but her eyes dropped straight to my lap.

There I was: cock out, hard as steel, her dirty panties wrapped tightly around my shaft, slowly pumping.

Her eyebrows rose, and a wicked little smile curled her lips.

“What are you doing, you silly boy?” she laughed softly, not sounding angry at all. “Are those… my panties? Look at you. Are you a bad boy?”

My heart slammed in my chest. I froze, but I didn’t let go of my cock.

“I… uh…” was all I could manage.

Anita bit her lower lip, eyes locked on my throbbing dick. “I was going to ask if you could come give me a back rub… but you’re too dangerous right now. You might do more than just a back rub.”

I swallowed hard, then took a chance. “Well… I trust you. Come on over. Give me a hand with it.”

Anita’s eyes darkened with lust. She stepped out of the shower, still dripping wet, and walked straight toward me.

“By the way,” she added with a husky laugh, “since you touched them… I’m not going to use those panties anymore. You can keep them. Just leave them right there around your dick.”

She turned around in front of me, presenting her wet, naked back. I stood up, still fully dressed except for my cock sticking out, and placed my hands on her shoulders. I started rubbing her back slowly, my fingers pressing into her smooth skin. My hard dick brushed against her ass as I worked my hands lower.

Anita sighed and leaned back into me. Then she bent forward slightly, hands on the shower wall, arching her back so her perfect ass pushed out toward me. The head of my cock slipped between her wet thighs, sliding along her slick pussy lips.

I rocked my hips gently, letting my shaft slide back and forth between her legs, the tip teasing her entrance. I wanted to enjoy the moment, to feel her get wetter and needier.

“You’re a bad boy,” she moaned softly. “You know my husband is not here… and you’re making me so horny now. If you’re not going to try to make a mess or get me pregnant, you have a few minutes to have fun.”

My mind was spinning. I kept teasing her, pushing just the thick head of my cock into her pussy and pulling back out, over and over. She was dripping, pushing back, clearly dying to feel me fill her completely.

But I had other plans.

I pulled out slowly, moved the head upward, and pressed it right against her tight little asshole.

Anita gasped. “What are you doing? That’s the wrong hole…”

My heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was in my throat. I gripped her shoulders tighter.

“I’m not trying to get my mother-in-law pregnant,” I whispered hoarsely.

With both hands holding her steady, I pushed forward. The head of my cock popped past her tight ring and slid slowly, inch by inch, deep into her hot, gripping ass.

Anita let out a long, deep moan, her body trembling. “Ohhh… fuck…”

I was buried all the way inside my girlfriend’s mother’s ass. The feeling was insane — tighter and hotter than anything I’d ever felt. While I slowly started thrusting, my mind raced with nervous excitement: What if Angel’s class got canceled and she came home early? What if her husband’s truck broke down and he showed up? What if someone walked in right now and saw me balls-deep in Anita’s ass?

The forbidden thrill only made me harder.

As I fucked her slowly, I groaned, “We shouldn’t be doing this…”

Anita gasped with every deep thrust. “Yes… I know…”

“Maybe you should think about your husband,” I said, pushing deeper, “and I’ll think about Angel.”

She looked back over her shoulder, eyes half-lidded with lust. “Yeah… sounds good. How does it feel… thinking about my daughter while you’re fucking my ass?”

“So fucking good,” I admitted, picking up the pace.

Anita suddenly pulled forward, letting my cock slip out of her ass with a wet pop. She turned around, dropped to her knees on the bath mat, and looked up at me with hungry blue eyes.

I held my glistening cock in front of her face. She leaned in, kissed the head, then took me deep into her mouth in one smooth motion, sucking hard. She bobbed her head, taking me into her throat, then pulled off with a gasp.

“Oh my God… I’ve been dying to have this,” she moaned, licking along the shaft. “Keep going.”

I was soaked from the shower spray. “You should close the water… my clothes are getting wet.”

“Yeah, yeah, true,” she laughed breathlessly. She reached back and turned off the shower, then quickly dried herself with a towel. Grabbing my hand, she pulled me out of the bathroom and straight into the master bedroom.

Anita jumped onto the big bed, lay on her back for a moment with her long legs spread, then changed her mind. “Oh sorry… we were in doggy, right?”

She flipped over onto all fours, pushed her ass high in the air, and reached back with both hands to spread her cheeks wide open for me. Her tight, freshly-fucked asshole glistened invitingly.

“Okay… now you won’t get wet,” she said, looking back at me with pure lust.

I couldn’t hold back anymore. I climbed onto the bed behind her, lined up my cock, and slammed deep into her ass in one hard thrust. Anita cried out in pleasure. I started fucking her hard — long, deep strokes that made her full breasts swing beneath her. For the next half hour I pounded my girlfriend’s mother’s ass nonstop, losing myself in the filthy, forbidden feeling.

The risk, the tightness, the way she moaned and pushed back against me — it was too much. Finally I felt my orgasm building.

“Anita… I’m gonna cum…”

“Wait, wait — don’t cum yet,” she gasped. “I want you to cum in my mouth. I want to suck it.”

She pulled forward, my cock sliding out of her ass. In one smooth motion she turned around, opened her mouth wide, and took me straight from her ass into her throat.

She sucked greedily, eyes locked on mine, clearly loving the dirty ass-to-mouth. It was the complete opposite of Angel, who always complained my cock was too big and could barely take half in her tiny ass.

The sight of Anita on her knees, sucking me after I’d been balls-deep in her ass, pushed me over the edge.

I exploded hard, groaning as thick ropes of cum filled her mouth. Anita moaned around my cock, swallowing every drop while looking up at me with those wicked blue eyes.

When I finally pulled out, panting, she licked her lips and smiled.

“Mmm… good boy.”

We were both breathing hard, the reality of what we had just done starting to sink in.

Chapter 4: Four Hours of Forbidden Pleasure

I stood there at the edge of the bed, chest heaving, skin slick with sweat, my cock still rock-hard and glistening from being buried deep in Anita’s ass. My breathing was ragged, heart hammering like I’d just run a marathon. Anita lay naked on her back in the middle of the big marital bed, legs still slightly spread, one hand lazily rubbing slow circles over her full tits while the other slid down between her thighs, fingers teasing her swollen pussy lips. Her platinum blonde hair was messy, her pale Russian skin flushed pink, and a few streaks of my cum still clung to her lips and one cheek. She looked up at me with those hungry blue eyes, a wicked little smile playing on her mouth as she continued touching herself right in front of me.

“So… tell me, darling,” she purred in that thick, velvety Russian accent, licking a trace of cum from her lower lip, “did you like it?”

I swallowed hard, staring at the filthy sight of my girlfriend’s mother masturbating while my load decorated her face. “Yes… fuck yes, I loved it.”

Anita moaned softly, slipping two fingers inside her pussy. “Me too. I loved it. But I only came twice so far. At least I need to come five times to feel truly pleased. So I’m just going to keep masturbating… and watching you.”

I stood there, mesmerized, as she lay back fully, spreading her long legs wide open. Her fingers worked faster on her clit while she stared at my throbbing cock. The risk of the situation hit me again.

“Angel might come home any minute,” I said, voice rough.

Anita laughed breathily, still rubbing herself. “No, darling. She has class for at least four more hours. Why do you think I checked her schedule this morning?”

I hesitated. “What about Mangle?”

“She’s out of town with her boyfriend until tonight.”

“And… your husband?”

Anita’s eyes sparkled with mischief as she circled her clit faster. “Oh, he’s on the other side of the country. At least ten days before he comes back. Plenty of time.”

I looked at her — this tall, gorgeous 45-year-old Russian MILF, naked and shameless, fingering herself on the same bed she shared with her truck-driver husband — and felt a surge of pure lust.

“So… based on everything you’re saying,” I said slowly, climbing back onto the bed, “there’s no problem if I keep fucking you for the next four hours… at least.”

Anita’s breath hitched. She pulled her fingers out of her pussy and spread her legs even wider. “No problem at all.”

I grabbed her ankles and pushed her legs up toward her shoulders, folding her in half. Her tight asshole was exposed again, still slightly open and shiny from our first round. I pressed the head of my cock against it and started pushing slowly in and out — just the tip at first, teasing her while she rubbed her clit furiously.

“That’s it,” she gasped. “Keep going slowly like this… perfect.”

I tried to stay in control, sliding just the head in and out of her gripping ass while watching her fingers dance over her pussy. But the heat, the tightness, the sight of her — it was too much. Within seconds I lost it and slammed all the way in, burying my entire cock deep in her ass in one smooth thrust.

Anita cried out in pleasure. “Ohhh yes!”

I groaned, realizing what I’d done, and told myself: Wake up. Realize the moment. Enjoy every second of this.

I started fucking her with long, deep strokes, watching her tits bounce with every thrust. After a minute I pulled out completely, moved up her body, and fed my cock straight into her mouth. She already knew what I wanted — she opened wide and sucked me eagerly, tasting her own ass on my shaft. I fucked her throat for a bit, then pulled out, moved back down, and shoved back into her ass again.

I repeated this several times — ass to mouth, mouth to ass — each time pulling out and slapping my wet cock against her face, leaving her skin messy with spit, ass juices, and remnants of cum. Her face was a beautiful, filthy wreck, and she loved it.

While I was deep in her ass again, my mind raced with dirty thoughts: I’m fucking my girlfriend’s mom… What if Angel walked in right now? What if her husband found out I was balls-deep in his wife’s ass? The forbidden thrill made me thrust harder.

Suddenly Anita started moaning louder, her body shaking. Her ass clenched tightly around my cock as she came hard, hips bucking, fingers rubbing her clit furiously. I held myself buried deep inside her, letting her ride out the orgasm while her walls pulsed around me.

When she finally relaxed, panting, she whispered, “Okay… slowly pull it out. I need a few minutes… then put it back in.”

I slid out of her ass and moved up to her face again. She immediately took me back into her mouth, sucking gently while she recovered.

My phone rang on the nightstand.

It was Angel.

I answered, trying to keep my voice steady. “Hey baby.”

“Hey babe,” Angel said cheerfully on the other end. “I’m on break. Just wanted to call and see what you’re up to. I miss you.”

While she spoke, I looked down at Anita — her mother — who was still sucking my cock slowly, taking me deeper into her throat with every bob of her head.

“Oh, I miss you too, baby,” I replied, voice a little strained as Anita’s tongue swirled around the head. “What’s your plan after class?”

We started talking normally — about her day, what she wanted for dinner — while I slowly pushed my cock in and out of her mom’s warm, wet mouth for almost five full minutes. Anita’s eyes stayed locked on mine the entire time, clearly loving the risk.

Finally Angel said, “After class, why don’t you come over to my place? Maybe dinner… and I kind of miss you.” Her tone made it clear she wanted to fuck.

My cock throbbed in Anita’s throat. Thinking about fucking Angel later while her mom was currently deepthroating me made it almost impossible not to cum right there.

“Yeah, sounds good,” I managed. “See you then.”

I hung up and pulled my cock out of Anita’s mouth with a wet pop. “It was Angel. She wants me to come over for dinner.”

Anita licked her lips, smiling filthily. “Oh good. Well, before you go please her… you better keep pleasing her mom first. Now go back down there and put it back in.”

I moved between her legs again. As I pushed her knees all the way to her ears, folding her in half, I shoved my cock deep into her ass in one hard thrust. Anita gasped.

“Anita… keep your mouth open,” I growled, “like you’re waiting for me to cum in it.”

I started fucking her deeper and harder, pulling out completely sometimes so her ass would make soft, wet farting sounds around my cock before I slammed back in. It had already been almost an hour of nonstop fucking.

“Why don’t you keep rubbing your pussy so we can cum at the same time,” I said, breathing hard. “I’m gonna cum inside you… deep in your ass.”

“Oh yes,” she moaned, fingers flying over her clit. “I love it. Do it.”

I fucked her relentlessly, shoving two fingers into her open mouth for her to suck on while I pounded her ass. The pressure built until I couldn’t hold back anymore.

I exploded deep inside her, flooding her guts with my third load of the afternoon. As I came, I groaned, “Oh fuck… I forgot I was supposed to be thinking about Angel. I was thinking about you when I came inside you.”

Anita laughed breathlessly, still clenching around my cock. “It’s okay… me too. Instead of my husband, I was just enjoying you fucking my ass. It’s okay. The reason couples say ‘don’t cheat’ is so they won’t break up. But we’re not even a couple. As long as you’re not cheating on my daughter with another girl, it’s fine. You’re just being nice to your mother-in-law. And of course I’m not going to break up with my husband. So it’s all good. We are family.”

My cock was still buried deep inside her, softening slightly, when I suddenly felt the urgent need to pee.

“I need to pee,” I said, still inside her, “but I don’t want to pull out yet.”

Anita raised an eyebrow, then grinned. “Then don’t.”

I told her to turn around and keep her ass up. We slowly walked together to the bathroom like that — me still halfway inside her ass, both of us naked, her bent over with hands on her knees so I could stay buried as deep as possible.

We made it to the shower. Hot water started running over us.

“How about we stay like this for a few more minutes?” I said.

She laughed. “You’re crazy… I like it.”

I was only half-hard now, the pressure in my bladder growing unbearable. Fuck it. I let go.

A hot stream of piss started flowing deep inside Anita’s ass. The feeling was incredibly relaxing. She moaned softly.

“I feel super hot inside,” she whispered.

“Good. Do you like it?”

“Yes…”

I slowly pulled my cock out, spread her cheeks wide with both hands, and watched as my piss pushed out of her stretched butthole in a messy stream. Then I stopped, holding the rest back.

Anita looked back at me, eyes dark with lust. “Oh… you’re pissing inside me. You naughty, dirty boy. Put it back in my ass. Do it again. I want to pee too — I was waiting to go to the bathroom. Now, since you’re doing it, I want to pee while you’re inside me.”

I slid my cock back into her piss-wet ass. A moment later I felt her relax, and a warm rush of her own piss flowed around my shaft and out onto the shower floor. We stood there in the running water, me pissing inside my girlfriend’s mother’s ass while she pissed too. It was filthy, intimate, and insanely hot.

After we both finished, I pulled out. A few last drops remained in me.

“I knew I’d eventually suck it a little bit,” Anita said, dropping to her knees in the shower. “I can feel there’s maybe just a little more piss left. I was just gonna try…”

She took my softening cock into her mouth. The hot water made it tricky, but she sucked eagerly.

“It’s okay,” I groaned. “You can drink more then, I guess.”

I let go of the last small amount — just a little trickle, like the bottom of a whiskey glass. The feeling of pissing directly into her mouth while she sucked was incredible. Anita swallowed without hesitation, moaning around my cock.

“Okay, now enjoy it,” I said, “because we need to stop soon.”

She went crazy, shoving my cock deep into her throat, gagging herself on it. Even though I was mostly soft at first, her aggressive sucking brought me back to full hardness quickly. I grabbed her head and started fucking her mouth hard and fast, just the way I liked to use Angel’s mouth — except Angel always complained and couldn’t take it deep. Anita took every inch, gagging and drooling but never pulling away. I held her head in place when she gagged, letting her relax around me before pounding deeper.

“Oh my God… I’m gonna cum again,” I groaned.

For the third time that afternoon I exploded, this time shooting straight down her throat. Anita swallowed every drop, eyes watering but looking up at me with pure satisfaction.

When I finally pulled out, panting, I said, “Okay… that’s it for today. I need to go.”

Anita stood up, water streaming down her body, and shook her head with a smile. “No, you don’t have to rush out. Go put your clothes on, sit downstairs, and tell Angel you got here early and have been waiting for her.”

Chapter 5: The Long, Risky Night

I sat on the living room couch, still slightly sweaty from the intense four hours I had just spent upstairs with Anita. My mind kept replaying every filthy moment: the way her tight Russian ass had gripped my cock, the sloppy ass-to-mouth switches, pissing inside her while we stood bent over in the shower, and the way she had swallowed load after load like she couldn’t get enough. My cock was still half-hard in my pants just from thinking about it.

Anita had changed into tight black leggings and a loose tank top. She moved around the kitchen gracefully, preparing a simple dinner — chopping vegetables, stirring something on the stove. Every time she turned or bent slightly, her firm, round ass stretched the thin fabric of the leggings, the same perfect ass I had been secretly staring at for months. Before today I had always been too scared and shy to say anything, just stealing glances and jerking off later to the memory. Now I had fucked that ass raw, cum deep inside it, and pissed in it. The contrast made my head spin.

I stood up and walked into the kitchen. As I passed her, I pulled out my phone and called Angel.

“Hey babe, where are you at?” I asked casually.

“I just got off class, on my way home now,” Angel replied, sounding tired but happy.

“Okay, I’m already here.”

“Cool, I’ll see you soon.”

The moment I hung up, I stepped right behind Anita. My hand boldly grabbed a full handful of her ass through the tight leggings, squeezing hard. She didn’t pull away. Instead she pushed her hips back against my palm, grinding slowly.

“She’s on her way,” I whispered, still groping her.

Anita looked back over her shoulder with a sly smile. “This feels really crazy and good, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah… knowing that I enjoy Angel’s ass… but I enjoy her mom’s ass even more,” I admitted, giving another firm squeeze. “Probably Angel’s gonna want me to go to her room later.”

“Oh, I know,” Anita purred. “Why not? I’m not jealous. But… you don’t get her pregnant, right?”

I laughed softly and kissed the side of her neck from behind, wrapping my arms around her waist. “No, I don’t. I usually go in her ass when I want to finish inside.”

Anita pushed her ass back against my growing bulge. “Do you fuck her ass deep like you did mine?”

“No,” I admitted, rubbing my hardening cock against her leggings. “She always complains it hurts. I can only get less than half in and that’s it. I’ve never pushed all the way. But with you… I can push it in however deep I want.”

I hugged her tighter from behind, grinding slowly while she continued cooking. My hands roamed over her body. I had fantasized about doing exactly this for so long — grabbing her, feeling her ass pressed against me while she was busy in the kitchen.

“I’m still so fucking horny,” I whispered, “but I’m saving the rest for Angel tonight.”

The front door suddenly opened.

“Hi Mom! Hello!” Angel called out cheerfully as she stepped inside.

I quickly pulled my hands away and pretended to be helping Anita with dinner, turning around with a casual smile. “Hey baby.”

Angel walked over, gave me a sweet kiss, then looked at her mom. “Smells good. I’m starving.”

We kissed again. “Let’s go upstairs real quick, I wanna change,” she said, taking my hand.

I followed her to her room, watching her beautiful petite body as she stripped out of her clothes and slipped into soft pajamas. Her small perky tits and tight little ass looked so innocent compared to the raw fucking I had given her mother earlier. I pulled her close and kissed her deeply.

“I’ve been feeling horny all day,” I told her.

Angel giggled, pressing against me. “Wow, me too. Let’s eat dinner first… then we can have some fun after.”

We went back downstairs and helped set the table. Every time I walked past Angel I gave her ass a little squeeze. She smiled and blushed. I felt incredibly lucky and happy — I had just spent hours destroying her mom’s ass, and now I was here with my cute girlfriend, touching her too. But in the back of my mind I knew when her father came back in ten days everything would get much harder. For now he was gone, so I decided to just enjoy every second.

During dinner we sat at the table. Anita was directly across from me. Every time our eyes met, there was that secret, knowing heat. I looked at my sweet Angel on my left, then back at Anita, remembering how hard I had fucked her mother’s ass just hours earlier. My cock stayed half-hard the whole meal thinking about trying to finally push all the way into Angel’s tiny ass tonight.

Then I felt a foot slowly sliding up my leg under the table. At first I thought it was Angel. But when I shifted forward a little, the foot pressed more boldly between my thighs, toes rubbing against my bulge. It was Anita. She kept eating normally while her foot massaged my cock through my pants. Fuck, I loved this dangerous game.

After dinner Anita suggested casually, “Why don’t you stay here tonight? I know her dad usually says no, but he’s not here. You should stay. Maybe we can watch a movie.”

Angel smiled. “Yeah, stay! It’s okay.”

Angel looked excited but also a little disappointed — she clearly wanted to take me straight to her room. Still, she agreed. Anita grabbed pillows and blankets, making the big sectional couch cozy. She sat on my right side, Angel on my left. We dimmed the lights and started the movie.

Under the blanket my hand slowly moved to Angel’s thigh, then between her legs. I gently rubbed her pussy through her pajama shorts while pretending to watch the screen. Angel shifted quietly, enjoying it, thinking her mom had no idea.

Then a crazy idea hit me.

I slowly moved my other hand to the right, sliding it under the blanket toward Anita. My fingers found her leggings and started rubbing her pussy at the same time — one hand on my girlfriend, the other on her mother. Both women thought the other didn’t know. The thrill was insane.

I was terrified and turned on at the same time. What if Angel reached for my cock? What if Anita did the same?

It happened fast.

Angel’s hand started sliding toward my lap. I quickly gave her a look — raised eyebrows, subtle head shake — telling her “no, not now.” She pulled back, assuming I was just being careful because of her mom.

A second later I felt Anita’s hand boldly slide onto my thigh, then straight to my cock. She squeezed and started rubbing me slowly through my pants while I continued fingering both of their pussies under the blanket. My heart was pounding. Here I was, rubbing mother and daughter at the same time while a movie played.

The movie finally ended. I was rock-hard and leaking pre-cum.

Anita stretched casually. “You know, you can just sleep here on the couch. It’s really comfortable.”

“Sure,” I said.

Angel hugged me. “I still want to watch another movie if you want… or we can go to my room.”

Anita gave her a look. “Don’t you have class early tomorrow? Let the poor boy sleep.”

Angel pouted. “Okay, okay… just leave me alone with my boyfriend for a second, fuck’s sake.”

Anita smiled and headed upstairs. “Good night, you two.”

The moment she was gone, I was still painfully hard. I pulled my cock out under the blanket and whispered to Angel, “Go down.”

She grinned and ducked under the blanket, taking me into her warm mouth. I pushed her head gently up and down, enjoying her soft sucking. But suddenly I caught movement at the stairs — Anita had come back down quietly and was standing there watching, eyes locked on her daughter sucking my cock.

I froze for a second, then mouthed “go” to her. Anita gave a tiny smirk and disappeared back upstairs without a sound.

I tapped Angel’s head. “Baby, your mom might notice something. Let’s save it for tomorrow.”

Angel wiped her mouth, looking a little frustrated but understanding. “Okay… good night.”

She went upstairs to her room. I tried to sleep on the couch but couldn’t. My mind replayed the entire insane day — fucking Anita for hours, the risky dinner, the double pussy rubbing, almost getting caught. I was still hard.

About twenty minutes later, the stairs creaked softly. Anita walked down in the dark. All the lights were off. Angel was asleep in her room, and her older sister Mangle wasn’t back yet.

Anita stopped at the bottom of the stairs and whispered, “Are you asleep yet?”

“No… almost,” I whispered back.

She came closer, looking down at me on the couch. “Do you need anything?”

I stared at her silhouette. “Maybe… yeah.”

She leaned down, kissed me softly on the lips, then slid her hand under the blanket and wrapped it around my hard cock. “I can suck it for a second… can you cum in my mouth right away? Just a few minutes?”

“Yes,” I breathed.

I stayed lying down while she slipped under the blanket. Her warm mouth engulfed me instantly, taking me deep. I lay there with the blanket covering her completely as she sucked me slowly and quietly.

Suddenly the front door opened.

Mangle walked in, back from her trip.

My cock was still buried in her mother’s mouth. Anita froze, staying perfectly still and quiet under the blanket.

I acted sleepy, lifting my head. “Hey… you’re back.”

Mangle yawned. “Yeah… you’re staying here? Okay, sorry about the noise. Good night.”

“Good night,” I replied, voice steady even though Anita’s mouth was still wrapped around my dick.

Mangle headed upstairs without suspecting anything.

The second her door closed, I grabbed the back of Anita’s head under the blanket and pushed deep into her throat. The insane risk — talking to her daughter while my cock was in her mom’s mouth — pushed me over the edge. I exploded hard, pumping rope after rope of cum straight down Anita’s throat. She sucked greedily, swallowing every drop like she was drinking through a straw, milking me completely dry.

When I finished, she quietly slipped out from under the blanket, gave me one last naughty smile, and tiptoed back upstairs to her room.

My cock was finally softening, but my mind was still racing. What a fucking crazy day. I had fucked Anita’s ass and mouth multiple times, came in Angel’s mouth (almost), rubbed both their pussies at once, and now finished in Anita’s mouth while her other daughter walked in. The risks were getting dangerous… and I loved it.

I waited a few minutes, then quietly walked upstairs. I stopped at Anita’s door first, slipped inside, and kissed her deeply.

“Good night,” I whispered. “I’m going to sleep with Angel. She can’t say no.”

Anita smiled sleepily. “Okay… but before everyone wakes up, you need to go back down. I don’t want her to know that I know.”

“Yeah, got it.”

I slipped out and went to Angel’s room. She was already asleep. I climbed into her small bed and spooned her from behind. She stirred, half-awake.

“Oh… you’re here,” she murmured.

“Yeah. I missed you.”

I kissed her neck, slid my hand between her legs and over her ass. “I really missed you.”

Without saying much more, I pulled her pajama bottoms down just enough. I got behind her, spread her small cheeks, and started eating her tight little asshole, licking and pushing my tongue inside. Angel moaned softly, still half-asleep.

I lined up my cock — still slick from everything earlier — and slowly pushed the head into her ass. She knew what this meant: when I went for her ass at night it was because I wanted to cum inside so we didn’t make a mess.

“I wanna sleep,” she whispered. “Just cum inside… then sleep.”

“Okay, baby.”

I started pushing deeper. Tonight I was extra horny and bold. I kept going, working more than half my cock into her incredibly tight ass — deeper than I had ever managed before. Angel whimpered and gripped the sheets, but she stayed quiet because it was late and she didn’t want to wake anyone.

I fucked her slowly and steadily, then finally unloaded for the fourth time that day — this time deep inside my petite girlfriend’s tiny ass. The feeling of finally pushing so deep made it even more intense.

When I finished, I kissed her shoulder. “Okay… I’m going back down.”

I pulled out, fixed her pajamas, and quietly returned to the couch downstairs.

As I lay there in the dark, finally drifting off, my mind replayed everything: Anita’s perfect ass and mouth, the risky dinner footjob and double pussy rubbing, almost getting caught by Mangle, and now successfully pushing deeper into Angel’s ass than ever before.

What a fucking crazy, perfect day.

Chapter 6: Three Asses on the Trail

Morning light filtered through the living room curtains, pulling me slowly out of sleep. I lay on the couch for a long moment, my body still heavy and satisfied from the insane day and night before. Memories flooded in: hours of pounding Anita’s tight Russian ass in the shower and on her marital bed, cumming down her throat while her daughter Mangle walked through the front door, rubbing both mother and daughter’s pussies under the same blanket, and finally pushing deeper than ever into Angel’s tiny ass at midnight while she whispered for me to just finish and let her sleep.

My cock twitched at the recollections. Four loads yesterday — two in Anita’s ass, one down her throat, and the last one buried in Angel’s petite hole. I felt filthy, lucky, and already horny again.

The house started waking up. Footsteps on the stairs. I sat up, rubbing my face, just as Angel, Anita, and Mangle came down for breakfast.

Mangle looked different this morning. She was wearing tiny sleep shorts that rode high on her thighs and a loose tank top. Her hair was messy from sleep, and for the first time I really noticed how good her ass looked — round, firm, and fuller than Angel’s petite one but not quite as sculpted as Anita’s model-perfect cheeks. She moved with that natural sway, and I couldn’t stop staring. Why had I never paid attention before? She looked super sexy right now, fresh out of bed and vulnerable after her breakup.

We all sat at the breakfast table. Anita in yoga pants, Angel in cute shorts, Mangle in those tiny ones. Conversation flowed normally at first — coffee, toast, eggs. Then Mangle sighed and spoke up.

“I’m done with him,” she said flatly. “Broke up last night. Too much bullshit.”

Angel and Anita offered immediate support. “Yeah, don’t worry about it,” Angel said. “We never really liked him anyway.”

I looked at Mangle and added sincerely, “Don’t worry. You’ll find someone better. You’re hot, you’re young. Of course you’ll find somebody better. You deserve it.”

Mangle gave me a small smile, her eyes lingering on me a second longer than usual. “Thanks… that means a lot.”

Since it was Saturday and no one had class or work, I suggested, “Why don’t we go hiking? Somewhere nice with nature. We can get some fresh air and enjoy the day.”

Everyone liked the idea. The three women went upstairs to change while I waited. When they came back down, all three were wearing tight yoga-style shorts that hugged their asses perfectly — Angel’s small and perky, Mangle’s round and juicy, Anita’s long-legged and firm. My cock stirred again as I realized I was about to spend the next few hours walking behind all three of them.

In the car and on the drive, I kept stealing glances at Mangle in the backseat. Something was wrong with me. I already had Angel. I had Anita now. But I couldn’t take my eyes off Mangle’s ass. Dude, not her. You already have enough. I tried to push the thought away.

At the trailhead we started walking. The path went uphill, and the three of them walked ahead of me in a line. Their asses moved hypnotically with every step — different shapes, different sizes, all incredibly fuckable. I pulled out my phone and pretended to take landscape photos, but really I zoomed in and snapped a picture of the three asses together. Looking at the screen — Angel’s tiny tight one, Mangle’s thicker cheeks, Anita’s perfect model ass — made me instantly hard. Thousands of dirty ideas flooded my mind: fucking all three, taking turns, making them compare, sneaking around the house with all of them under one roof.

I shook my head. Stop. When Mangle starts feeling horny after the breakup, no, no — don’t go there.

“Come on, keep up!” I called out, trying to sound normal.

Mangle glanced back with a smirk. “Are you staying behind to watch our asses or are you just too lazy?”

I laughed. “Well, I know for sure I’m not lazy.”

Anita turned, her blue eyes sparkling with secret knowledge. “Well… you’re watching our asses, huh?”

“No,” I replied smoothly, playing it off. “I’m watching my Angel’s ass, to be clear.”

But I couldn’t resist teasing Mangle a little, trying to cheer her up while also testing the waters. “Mangle, you should maybe work out harder and get more curves so you can catch a better boyfriend faster.”

She stopped and turned, hands on her hips. “I do work out. Why are you saying I don’t look good?”

“You do look good,” I said, grinning. “But if you get even more curves… maybe it would help catch boys quicker.”

Mangle huffed playfully. “No, my ass is nice and perfect. I don’t need that kind of workout.”

“Yeah, sure,” I said in a deliberately doubtful tone.

“What do you mean ‘yeah, sure’?” she shot back, clearly taking the bait and starting to walk with more sway, bending over more than necessary to tie her shoe or adjust something, making her ass pop noticeably.

Anita and Angel pulled a little ahead. I walked beside Mangle now.

“Look, I get it,” I said quietly. “You don’t need to bend like that to show off your ass. I see it. You’re hot. And I bet your ass tastes as nice as Angel’s.”

Mangle’s eyes widened for a second, then she laughed, a little flustered. “The way you said that… clearly you don’t believe my ass is good.”

“No, I do,” I reassured her. “Anyone who ever told you that you don’t have a good body — tell them to fuck off. You have the perfect ass any guy would dream of.”

She smiled, cheeks a little pink. “Yeah… I know.”

We kept walking. I added, “In another life, I would have loved to have a girlfriend like you. You’re sexy, you’re hot, you’re nice. And I bet the sex would be top notch. So it’s definitely his loss.”

Mangle laughed again, looking at me sideways. “Oh, you’re nice. Thank you.”

As we caught up to the others I said softly, “For the record, I think you’re hot and sexy. I would have loved a girlfriend like you too.”

She glanced at me, her voice dropping. “But now… maybe I don’t want another boyfriend right away. That’s why the universe put you next to me. So you’ll be around and I can just enjoy looking at you… or being around you. That’s it.”

The rest of the hike, our eyes kept meeting. The tension was thick. At one point when Angel and Anita were a bit ahead, Mangle leaned closer and whispered, “My ass feels sore from last night’s drive… but I kind of like it.” That comment made my cock throb hard.

Whenever I felt myself getting too turned on staring at Mangle, I’d speed up and walk next to Angel, letting my girlfriend be the “reason” I was hard. It was a twisted little game in my head.

We finally finished the hike, all of us sweaty and tired, but the image of those three asses walking up and down the trail stayed burned in my mind. I wanted to smash all of them. The thought both excited and scared me.

Back home, the girls started getting ready for a birthday party Angel and Mangle had been invited to. It was a young crowd thing.

“Okay, I’ll head out then,” I said. “You guys have fun at the party.”

Anita stayed behind. “I’m not going. It’s all young people.”

Angel laughed. “Yeah, Mom, otherwise I would have invited you.”

I said my goodbyes and headed to my car. But as I drove away, my mind was racing. What if I go back? No, don’t do it. Yeah… go back. Don’t do it. The conflict was real.

I parked a few blocks away, out of sight, sitting in the car with my heart pounding. The house had only Anita in it now. Angel and Mangle would be gone for hours. My cock was already half-hard again thinking about sneaking back in and picking up where we left off with Anita — or worse, letting my new obsession with Mangle’s ass mix into dangerous fantasies.

I sat there, staring at the steering wheel, torn between driving away and turning the car around.

What should I do?

Chapter 7: Three Hours of Risk

My phone buzzed in the car. It was Anita calling. I answered, but before I could say anything she hung up. A second later a text came through:

Anita: Did you leave?

I typed back quickly:

Me: Not really. I’m nearby in the car. Was thinking where to go, what to do.

Her reply was instant and direct:

Anita: Come back.

That was all it said. No explanation. No extra words. My cock started swelling instantly in my pants. I knew exactly what that meant.

I parked a couple blocks away so my car wouldn’t be obvious, then walked back to the house with my heart hammering. The moment I stepped inside and closed the door behind me, the energy in the air was thick. Anita was standing there in the living room wearing the same tight yoga shorts from the hike and a simple tank top. Her platinum blonde hair was still a little messy from the day outside. She didn’t say a word at first — she just looked at me with those hungry Russian blue eyes.

The woman I had always treated with respect as my girlfriend’s mom, the elegant former model, the wife of a truck driver… now she wanted me to ruin her.

I felt nervous and insanely turned on at the same time. This was no longer just teasing or quick risks. I was about to take her upstairs and fuck the shit out of my mother-in-law while her daughters were out at a birthday party.

I stepped close, grabbed her between the legs with one hand, squeezing her pussy through the thin fabric of her shorts, while my other hand groped her full tits. I kissed her hard on the lips, then moved down to her neck, sucking and biting lightly. In my head I kept asking myself Why the fuck am I doing this? But the answer was right there: this sexy 45-year-old Russian mom wanted to spread her perfect ass for me. That thought alone made my cock throb painfully.

I pushed her toward the stairs and up to the master bedroom. The second we were inside I shoved her down onto the bed on her back. She looked up at me, breathing fast, eyes dark with lust. I opened my belt and zipper, pushed my pants and underwear down, and pulled out my hard cock. Anita immediately leaned forward and took me into her warm mouth, sucking greedily.

I leaned over her, yanking her yoga shorts halfway down her thighs, and slid two fingers straight to her tight asshole. I fingered her ass deeply while she bobbed on my dick, watching her lips stretch around me.

Some dark voice in my head whispered again: Fuck… I’m about to destroy my mother-in-law’s ass.

I pulled my fingers out of her hole, brought them to her mouth, and made her suck them clean while she continued working my cock. Then I pulled my dick from her lips.

“Turn over,” I ordered.

Anita got on all fours, arching her back and pushing that perfect pale Russian ass toward me. I lined up and pushed straight into her tight asshole in one long, smooth stroke — no pussy, no warm-up. She gasped loudly.

“No pussy,” I growled as I bottomed out. “My dick is never going inside your pussy. That’s for your husband. This ass is for me now.”

Anita moaned deeply, pushing back against me. “Oh my God… I love it,” she breathed, then switched to Russian, her accent thick and filthy: “Еби мою жопу сильнее… Fuck me harder… Harder!”

Hearing her moan in that sexy Russian accent while I slammed into her ass made me even harder. But as she gasped and begged for more, my mind kept flashing to Mangle. I imagined Mangle saying the exact same things, moaning in the same desperate way, her rounder 22-year-old ass taking my cock. The forbidden thought made me fuck Anita even more aggressively.

I kept pounding her, watching her ass ripple with every thrust. After a few minutes I pulled out, breathing hard.

“Hold on. I want to get Angel’s panties from her room… so I can think about her while I fuck you.”

Anita stayed on the bed, ass up, waiting obediently.

But I didn’t go to Angel’s room.

I slipped into Mangle’s room instead. My heart raced as I quickly searched her laundry basket and found a pair of her dirty panties — still warm, with that unmistakable scent of her ass and pussy. I grabbed them and hurried back to Anita.

Fuck… if Mangle walked in right now and saw me naked with a hard cock, digging through her dirty clothes…

Back in the master bedroom I shoved Mangle’s dirty panties into my mouth like a gag and slammed my cock back into Anita’s ass. I started fucking her hard again, officially thinking about Mangle’s 22-year-old ass the entire time. She would fucking love this cock stretching her… She’s only two years older than Angel but her body is so different…

I took the panties out of my mouth and draped them around my neck like a filthy necklace. Anita had no idea they belonged to Mangle and not Angel. The fact that I was balls-deep in the mother while wearing the older daughter’s dirty panties made the whole thing even dirtier. I loved my slutty mother-in-law for letting me do this.

For the next three hours I fucked Anita in every position possible — doggy, missionary with her legs pushed back, spooning, her riding me reverse cowgirl so I could watch her ass bounce. I made her cum four or five times, her body shaking and her Russian moans filling the room. But I kept going, refusing to finish, enjoying every second of owning her ass.

At one point I had her face down, ass up, my hand covering her mouth while I pulled her hair and railed her asshole mercilessly.

Then the front door opened downstairs.

Voices. Angel and Mangle were back from the party, chatting loudly about the night as they came up the stairs.

I froze, cock buried deep in Anita’s ass. Pure panic hit me. I pulled out quickly, naked and rock-hard, and hid behind the bedroom door just as the girls reached the top of the stairs.

They walked straight into the master bedroom to tell their mom about the party.

Anita quickly pulled the covers over herself, pretending to be half-asleep. “How was it?” she asked, voice slightly strained.

The girls stood there talking excitedly for a couple of minutes about the birthday, who was there, what happened. I stayed hidden behind the door, heart pounding, my cock still glistening from Anita’s ass.

Finally Anita said, “Okay, I need to sleep now. You girls go to bed.”

“Alright, good night Mom,” they both said, then left the room, still talking in the hallway right outside the door.

The second they were gone, Anita looked back at me with wide eyes and whispered, “Be quiet… they’re still right outside talking.”

But I was way too hard and horny to stop. I climbed back onto the bed, grabbed Anita’s hips, and forced her back into doggy position. She gave me a look like What the fuck are you doing? but I shoved her head down into the pillow and slammed my cock back into her ass in one hard thrust.

I had Mangle’s dirty panties back in my mouth as a gag while I fucked her mother’s asshole raw. I could clearly hear Mangle laughing and talking with Angel just a few feet away on the other side of the wall. The fact that I was in the wrong room — Mangle’s mom’s room — pounding her ass while Mangle herself was right there made me insanely turned on.

I kept thrusting deep, imagining it was Mangle’s round ass I was destroying, imagining making her scream the way her mother was trying not to. Then my mind flipped to Angel’s tiny tight ass that I had finally stretched deeper last night.

The combination pushed me over the edge.

I decided to finish in Anita’s mouth. I pulled out of her ass, climbed up, and shoved my cock between her lips, eyes closed, fantasizing it was Mangle’s mouth I was using. I exploded hard, shooting thick ropes of cum straight down her throat.

Anita choked and gagged loudly on my cock as I kept cumming.

From the hallway, Mangle’s voice immediately called out, “Mom? You okay?”

Anita pulled off my cock just enough to answer hoarsely, “Yeah… yeah, I’m okay. Go to sleep. Good night.”

Mangle replied, “Okay, good night,” and the hallway went quiet.

I stood there on the bed, completely naked, cock still twitching in front of Anita’s cum-covered face and messy lips. If Mangle had opened the door even a crack she would have seen everything — me standing over her mother with a hard, ass-slick cock while Anita’s face was glazed with my load.

We waited ten long, tense minutes until we were sure both girls had gone to their rooms and fallen asleep.

Then Anita quietly helped me sneak out. I left the house with Mangle’s dirty panties still draped around my neck like a trophy, my legs shaky, my mind spinning from the insane risk and the fact that I had just cum while thinking about her older daughter.

As I walked back to my car in the dark, one thought kept repeating:

What the fuck is happening to me?

Chapter 8: The Spark Ignites

Two days had passed since that insanely risky afternoon when I had fucked Anita for three straight hours and ended up cumming down her throat while Mangle stood right outside the door. My cock had been aching the entire time, replaying every filthy detail — especially the way I had used Mangle’s dirty panties as a gag while destroying her mother’s ass.

Tonight I was heading back to their house for dinner. As I got ready at home, I was already horny as hell. It had been two full days since I last buried myself in Anita’s tight Russian ass, and even longer since I had properly fucked Angel. The memories kept flashing through my mind: Anita moaning in Russian while begging me to fuck her harder, Mangle’s round ass in those tiny hiking shorts, the way her eyes had lingered on me that night on the couch. My cock was half-hard the entire drive over.

I arrived around 4 PM. Dinner was still a few hours away, and the house had that relaxed Saturday afternoon energy. Angel greeted me with a big smile and pulled me straight upstairs to her room. The door was left half-open on purpose — just enough that it wouldn’t look suspicious if someone walked by, but risky enough to make my heart race.

The second we were inside I pushed Angel onto her bed and climbed on top of her, grinding my already hard cock against her petite body. We kissed hungrily and quietly. I whispered, “I’ve been dying to fuck you.”

She giggled softly and slid down to the floor on her knees in front of me. I stayed standing, pants around my ankles, keeping one eye on the half-open doorway while she took my cock into her warm mouth and started sucking. I had zero problem if Anita walked in — in fact, part of me almost hoped she would.

I glanced toward the door every few seconds to make sure no one was coming. Then, suddenly, movement caught my eye.

Mangle was walking down the hallway toward her own room. She stopped dead in her tracks when she reached Angel’s doorway. Her eyes went wide as she saw me standing there with my pants down, Angel’s head bobbing on my cock. Angel’s head was blocking most of the view, but it was obvious what was happening.

I looked down at Angel, pretending I hadn’t noticed Mangle, but I could feel her stare burning into me. She didn’t move. She just watched for a long minute or two, lips slightly parted. Crazy ideas flooded my brain — I wanted her to see me cum, to watch my load shoot into her little sister’s mouth. The thrill made my cock throb harder in Angel’s mouth.

I kept my expression neutral, looking down at Angel like nothing was happening, but I knew Mangle was still there. Then I heard Anita’s voice calling from downstairs: “Mangle! Can you come help me for a second?”

Mangle snapped out of it and hurried away.

The moment she was gone, the image of her watching me pushed me right to the edge. I looked down at Angel and groaned quietly, “I’m gonna cum in your mouth.”

She nodded eagerly, still sucking. Right as I was about to explode, I pulled my cock out of her mouth.

“Keep your mouth open,” I whispered.

Angel tilted her head back, mouth wide, tongue out. I jerked myself fast, aiming at her face and tongue. She reached down and started touching herself, clearly turned on by how dirty I was being. I exploded hard — thick ropes of cum landing across her tongue, lips, and cheeks. Some even hit her eyelashes. She moaned softly as I painted her pretty face.

When I finished, Angel stood up and quickly slipped into the bathroom to wash her face. I pulled my pants up, still breathing hard, and stepped out into the hallway.

Mangle was just coming out of her room. Our eyes met. She looked shy, flushed, and undeniably horny. I gave her a small wink and said casually, “Hey, how are you doing?”

“Good… how are you?” she replied, her voice a little unsteady.

“Good, good,” I said with a smirk, then headed downstairs, leaving her standing there clearly affected.

Down in the kitchen, Anita was busy preparing dinner. I walked right up behind her, grabbed a handful of her firm ass through her leggings, and kissed her on the lips boldly.

“How is my favorite mother-in-law doing?” I asked.

She turned and smiled, but there was heat in her eyes. “Good. Where have you been? It’s been two days. I haven’t seen you.”

“I know, work has been crazy,” I said, squeezing her ass again. “Did you miss me?”

Anita looked at me, her Russian accent thickening with mock annoyance. “I missed that ass of yours getting fucked, yes.”

I grinned. “Yeah? You love it when I destroy your ass, don’t you?”

She pretended to be mad, turning back to the counter. “Whatever. You haven’t fucked my ass in two or three days. I thought maybe you forgot.”

Before I could reply, Mangle came downstairs. She walked into the kitchen and immediately looked at me with that knowing, teasing glint in her eyes. It was clear she was thinking about what she had just seen upstairs — me cumming on her little sister’s face. She didn’t know I had been balls-deep in her mom’s ass multiple times, or that I had used her own dirty panties as a gag while doing it.

Mangle started teasing me subtly. She kept finding reasons to talk to me, brushing past me in the kitchen, bending over slowly to grab things from lower cabinets so her round ass stretched against her shorts. Every time she bent over she would glance back to see if I was looking. I was. And she knew it. She wanted me to watch.

What is she trying to say? I thought. Hey, my ass is hot too? She couldn’t seriously want to hook up with her sister’s boyfriend… could she? But the spark in my mind was growing. What if she just wanted a secret hookup, the same way her mom did? The idea made my heartbeat go crazy and my cock start hardening again.

I moved to the living room and sat on the couch to watch TV while waiting for dinner. A minute later Mangle came and sat right next to me.

“Let’s watch a movie while we wait,” she said casually. Angel was still upstairs, probably in the shower.

Anita was moving around in the kitchen, visible from where we sat. I kept one eye on her while turning to Mangle.

“Did you enjoy watching me?” I asked quietly, my voice low enough that only she could hear.

Mangle’s cheeks flushed. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

She was lying, and we both knew it. She looked super horny — pupils dilated, breathing a little faster. I couldn’t resist. I slowly brought my hand up and slid my index finger across her lips, then gently pushed it into her mouth.

Mangle didn’t pull away. Instead she closed her lips around my finger and sucked on it softly, her tongue swirling once, twice. Her eyes stayed locked on mine the whole time.

I pulled my finger out slowly, my cock now fully hard and pressing against my pants. I had to stop — the risk was too high with Anita right there in the kitchen. But the way Mangle had sucked my finger told me everything I needed to know.

She was going to suck my cock soon. I just didn’t know exactly when or how yet.

And if I played this right… I might end up fucking all three of them.

I couldn’t ask for anything more.

As we sat there pretending to watch the movie, my mind was already racing with dirty plans. I was sure that before long, Mangle would be choking on my cock — just like her mother and her sister had.

Chapter 9: Claiming Mangle’s Ass

The day had finally come. After weeks of building tension, stolen glances, and risky teasing, I decided it was time to smash Mangle’s ass. I had booked a nice hotel room on the edge of town — private, quiet, and far enough from the house that no one would accidentally show up.

I texted her in the afternoon:

Me: Hey, I was gonna talk to you about something. Wanna go for a coffee? But don’t tell Angel or anyone.

Her reply came quickly:

Mangle: Yeah, sure, let’s go.

I picked her up a few blocks from the house so no one would see us together. During the short drive I kept it light.

“I just kinda wanna hang out with you,” I told her. “And… I also wanna show you something.”

She looked curious but didn’t press. When I pulled into the hotel parking lot instead of a café, she raised an eyebrow.

“I got the hotel room,” I said casually. “I wanna show you something.”

“Hmm… interesting,” she replied, a mix of nervousness and excitement in her voice.

We went up to the room. Once inside, I closed the door and turned to her with a smile.

“I’m going to surprise Angel later. I wanna put some roses on the bed, make it nice. Give me some ideas?”

Mangle relaxed a little. “Oh, okay. That’s sweet. She’s lucky you’re doing this for her.”

“Yeah, she’s nice. I like her, so I should do more,” I said, giving her the impression that this was all innocent… while my eyes kept drifting over her body.

She sat on the edge of the bed, looking around the room. I could tell she already knew something was up. The air was thick with tension.

I pulled out my phone. “Hold on, just lay there. Let me take some pictures. When I miss you, I can look at your pictures.”

Mangle gave me a playful look but lay back on the bed anyway. I climbed onto the mattress, straddling her, my knees on either side of her hips. I held the phone up like I was taking a photo of her face… but my hard cock was already bulging obviously in my pants, only inches from her mouth.

She stared up at me, eyes widening. “I like the way you’re taking pictures… Do you want to put your cock in my mouth and take pictures too? Jeez, you’re way too close. Your dick is almost in my face.”

“Oh, sorry,” I said, pretending to shift back.

She laughed softly. “Come here, silly. Just joking.”

I had been teasing her all day — light touches, flirty comments, letting her catch me staring at her ass. She knew we were going to fuck. I was just playing it relaxed and cool, dragging it out to make her want it more.

My real master plan was bigger: enjoy Mangle first, then bring Angel here later tonight, and after that have Anita for the rest of the night.

Mangle lay there, legs slightly spread. “Do you wanna know what else I’m going to do with Angel?” I asked.

“Yeah… show me,” she breathed.

I moved down her body slowly, deliberately. When I reached her hips I pressed my mouth between her legs, kissing and licking her pussy right through her leggings. She gasped and pushed her hips up, grinding against my face.

Then she couldn’t wait anymore. She pulled her knees toward her chest, yanked her leggings and panties down in one motion, and spread her legs wide.

Holy shit. Her ass was beautiful — rounder and fuller than Angel’s petite one, with soft, smooth cheeks and a tight little pink asshole winking at me.

“Now you can go,” she whispered, voice shaky with arousal.

I dove in, eating her pussy hungrily, then moving lower to lick and tongue her asshole. Mangle moaned and spread herself wider for me. The game was officially on. I had my girlfriend’s older sister completely open, offering her holes to me.

I remembered how she had watched me cum on Angel’s face the other day. She was craving this cock — I could feel it.

I pulled back and stood up beside the bed. “Go on.”

Mangle sat up, her hands eager as she unzipped my pants and pulled them down. She freed my hard cock and stared at it from the side, licking her lips. Then she opened her mouth and took me in.

My girlfriend’s sister was sucking my cock.

While she bobbed her head, I groaned, “I can’t believe I’m doing this. We are just hooking up, right? Because I love your sister.”

“Yeah, of course,” she murmured around my shaft, then went back to sucking deeper.

I held her head and started fucking her mouth, pushing into her throat. After a few minutes I pulled her off the bed, turned her around, and put her in doggy position with her face right at the edge so she could keep sucking me.

I fingered her tight asshole while she slobbered on my cock, getting her ready. I pulled my finger out and pushed it into her mouth so she could taste her own ass, then slid it back into her hole, working it deeper.

After ten minutes of fingering her ass and face-fucking her, I growled, “Get it super wet and sloppy so it will slide easily in your ass.”

She bent over obediently, clearly expecting me to fuck her pussy. Instead I rubbed my cock up and down her crack and pressed the head against her tight little butthole.

“Wait… not there,” she gasped.

“Shh, quiet,” I whispered.

I started poking slowly — just the tip sliding in and out, then a little deeper each time. She whimpered, “Oh, it hurts… take it out. I don’t like it.”

I kept going, pushing steadily. “One thing you need to know: I’m the one who says what to do, and you listen. You get it?”

She looked back at me, eyes glassy. “Yes…”

I pushed deeper. “Now turn around. Keep sucking.”

She hesitated, seeing my cock fresh from her ass. “You just took it out of my ass…”

“Don’t make me repeat.”

She looked at it for a second, then opened her mouth and started sucking again, getting it nice and sloppy wet.

“Spit all the juice in your mouth on it,” I ordered.

She did, then turned back around. I lined up again and pushed. This time half my cock sank into her virgin ass. She was tighter than Angel — incredibly tight.

“You never had anal before?” I asked, groaning at the grip.

“No… it hurts,” she moaned.

“Oh, nice. Am I the first one?”

“Yes…”

I kept working it in deeper and deeper, watching her curves and that sexy round ass stretch around me. “Well, in case you wonder… this is how I fuck your sister.”

In my mind I added: And this is also how I fuck your mom.

For the next half hour I fucked her ass steadily, going halfway in and out at first, then pushing deeper every time she relaxed. She kept complaining it hurt, that her stomach and back ached, but I didn’t stop.

Finally my entire cock was buried balls-deep in Mangle’s ass.

I leaned over her. “I want you to rub your pussy so you can cum.”

She reached between her legs and started rubbing frantically while I thrust.

“I can’t believe I got this hotel room to enjoy with your sister and now you’re here instead,” I said, fucking her steadily. “But since we’re here… let’s enjoy it. Keep rubbing your pussy. I wanna cum at the same time as you.”

I lied — I wasn’t close yet. I just wanted to watch her cum with my cock buried in her ass.

When she finally orgasmed, her whole body shook, ass clenching hard around me as she moaned loudly.

She looked back, panting. “Did you come?”

“No, not yet. I decided to watch you cum.”

“Oh my God… my ass really hurts. Your cock is too big and I feel like I wanna poop. My back hurts, my ass hurts.”

“It’s your first time. Next time it won’t hurt this much.”

“Next time?” she asked, surprised.

“Maybe… who knows. Maybe not.”

I pushed all the way deep inside her, leaned down, and whispered hotly in her ear, “Do you want a next time?”

She gasped, still impaled on my cock. “Yes… I wanted it too.”

“Good girl. Good answer.”

I kept thrusting deeper, enjoying her moans and winces of pain mixed with pleasure. Finally I told her, “Okay, I’m about to cum now.”

But instead of finishing inside her, I grabbed my phone while still buried balls-deep in her ass.

I dialed… but not Angel.

I called Anita.

“Hey, you alone?” I asked when she picked up.

“Yes,” Anita replied in her rich Russian accent.

“I’m masturbating and thinking about you,” I lied smoothly, starting to thrust slowly again into Mangle’s ass. “I wish you were here. I would put my cock deep inside you. I love fucking your ass, baby.”

Mangle stayed perfectly still, eyes wide as she realized I was talking to her mother while fucking her. The risk made everything hotter.

I kept talking dirty to Anita about “fucking her ass” while actually pounding her older daughter’s asshole. Anita moaned softly on the phone, clearly turned on and thinking it was all for her.

Finally I groaned, “Okay, I gotta go. Talk to you later,” and hung up right as I exploded deep inside Mangle’s ass, flooding her guts with my load.

I pulled out slowly, watching her stretched hole. “Okay, we should go. I need to bring Angel here next.”

We cleaned up quickly and left the hotel. On the drive back I was already planning the rest of my master plan: bring Angel to the same room later tonight for a “surprise,” then somehow get Anita there for the rest of the night.

I now had all three — mother, middle sister, and my petite girlfriend — and I wanted more.

Chapter 10: Three Sore Asses at the Family Lunch

We pulled up to the house just as the sun was starting to set. Mangle walked inside slowly, a little gingerly, clearly feeling the pain in her freshly-fucked ass. She tried to hide it with a small, secret smile every time our eyes met. She looked happy, satisfied, and sore all at once.

I didn’t waste any time. The moment we stepped inside I turned to Angel with a grin. “Angel, you ready? Let’s go, baby.”

Angel lit up, grabbed her bag, and followed me back out to the car without suspecting a thing. My cock still carried the faint, dirty scent of Mangle’s ass from earlier — a filthy reminder of what I had just done to her older sister.

As we drove toward the hotel, I glanced over at my petite girlfriend. “We only have two hours, baby. Make the most of it.”

We got to the same hotel room where I had destroyed Mangle’s virgin ass just hours earlier. The second the door closed I told Angel, “Next two hours, we’re going to have fun.”

I bent her over the bed, pulled her pants down, and slid my cock straight into her tiny ass. While I fucked Angel’s tight little hole, my mind was elsewhere — replaying the way Mangle had gasped and moaned when I first pushed into her, and already getting excited about the long night I had planned with Anita. I pounded Angel harder than usual, thinking about both her sister and her mother the entire time.

When I finally came, I buried myself deep and unloaded inside her ass. Angel whimpered, “Hurry up… we’re going to be late.”

She quickly got dressed while I cleaned up. My cock was already stirring again with anticipation.

Right after I dropped Angel back at the house, I texted Anita:

Me: Get ready tonight. I’m going to take you somewhere. We’re going to be together all night. Tell the girls you’re going to sleep early and lock your door. I’ll pick you up quietly when they’re in bed. Be quiet.

Anita replied almost immediately with a simple heart emoji and “Okay.”

I waited a few blocks away. About an hour later, when the house lights dimmed and I was sure the girls were asleep, Anita slipped out the front door like a shadow. She got into the car wearing simple workout leggings and a hoodie.

“So… what’s going on? What’s the occasion?” she asked in her thick Russian accent, clearly intrigued. “This is new.”

I smiled. “Yeah. I got a hotel room. I wanna enjoy you all night without the stress of the girls walking in.”

We drove back to the same hotel. The moment we were inside the room I stripped her naked. We started slow — kissing, touching — but it quickly turned filthy. Anita dropped to her knees and took my cock into her mouth, sucking eagerly.

She pulled off for a second, frowning slightly. “It tastes… different tonight.”

She had no idea my dick had been deep in both her daughters’ asses earlier that day. I just smirked and pushed her head back down.

“Let’s go to the shower,” I said. “I kind of wanna pee.”

Anita gave me a knowing, dirty look. “Oh…”

In the shower I bent her over, pressed my cock against her asshole, and let go — pissing deep inside her while she moaned. The rest of the night was pure ass-to-mouth debauchery. I fucked Anita’s ass in every position imaginable, made her suck me clean over and over, and used her holes until she was exhausted and shaking. We didn’t stop until almost 5 a.m.

At 5:30 a.m. she finally whispered, “I should go now… before the girls wake up.”

She pulled on her leggings and workout clothes, looking thoroughly used. I drove her home and dropped her off just before 6 a.m. As she started walking toward the house, my stomach dropped.

Her husband’s truck was pulling into the driveway at the exact same moment.

He had come back early.

Anita didn’t panic. She waved casually at him and said something I couldn’t hear. Later she texted me:

Anita: Nothing. I told him I was out for an early run. You should come over for lunch today since he’s back.

I showed up around noon, acting completely normal. I shook her husband’s hand firmly, smiled, and made small talk like nothing was wrong. He was tired from the long drive but in a good mood, happy to be home.

The three women sat around the table with me — Angel, Mangle, and Anita — all of them shifting uncomfortably in their seats because their asses were sore from the marathon fucking I had given each of them in the last twenty-four hours.

The feeling was surreal and intoxicating. Here I was, eating lunch with their husband/father, shaking his hand, while all three of them had my cum (or remnants of it) in their freshly-used assholes. It felt bad… and incredibly good at the same time.

Angel kept giving me little glances, subtly rubbing her thigh like her tiny ass was still aching. Mangle was quieter than usual, but every time our eyes met she gave me a secret, sexy little smirk that said “I can still feel you inside me.” Anita looked at me with pure heat in her blue eyes, clearly remembering how I had used her all night long. She looked slightly proud that she had managed to sneak back in without her husband suspecting anything.

I sat there thinking: Fuck you… I’m the guy who just fucked all three of your women in the ass while you were gone.

Her husband had no clue. He laughed and told stories from the road while I nodded politely, my cock twitching at the sheer filth of the situation.

I wondered how long he was going to stay this time.

The lunch continued with normal family conversation, but underneath the table the tension was electric. Three sore asses, three women who now shared my dirty secret, and one clueless husband sitting right there.

This was only going to get more dangerous… and I was already thinking about the next time I could get one (or more) of them alone.

Chapter 11: Fresh Cum in the Kitchen

We were all sitting around the living room after lunch, laughing and talking casually while her husband relaxed in his favorite chair. I leaned back and said with a friendly smile, “Look, anytime you need anything, just let me know. I’m here.”

Anita immediately chimed in, her Russian accent warm and convincing. “Oh, he’s been so nice. He always checks if we need anything around the house.”

Her husband nodded appreciatively. “Yeah, I appreciate that. Thank you.”

I kept the act going. “Well, since you’re here, we should all go camping or something sometime. Get out in nature.”

The girls lit up. “Yes, that would be nice!” Angel and Mangle said almost at the same time.

He sighed. “Yeah, it would be nice… but I’m just here for a couple of days. I tried to stop by and say hi, see the girls. I’m leaving again tomorrow. Maybe next time.”

In my head I was celebrating. There you go. He’s leaving tomorrow.

I kept chatting with him normally, but my eyes kept drifting. Anita bent over to pick something up, her sexy Russian ass stretching against her tight pants. Then I looked at Angel’s petite frame and Mangle’s rounder curves as they laughed and talked. Three different asses, all sore from me in the last day. The contrast with their clueless husband/father sitting right there made my cock twitch.

The next day, I texted Anita as soon as I woke up.

She replied quickly: He’s taking the girls to the mall for shopping and hanging out. He’s leaving tonight.

Perfect.

I went to the store, grabbed some groceries and supplies, then drove straight to their house with a crazy, risky plan burning in my mind. I was going to fuck Anita right there in the kitchen while they were out at the mall — fill her ass with my cum before her husband came back.

I walked in and found her alone. The second the door closed behind me I grabbed her.

“No, you’re crazy,” she whispered, half-laughing, half-nervous. “Wait till tonight.”

I shook my head, already hard. “No. I wanna fuck you right now. Right here in the kitchen.”

I spun her around, yanked her leggings and panties down just enough, and shoved my cock straight into her tight Russian asshole. She gasped and braced herself against the counter as I started pounding her hard and deep.

We were only a few minutes in when her phone rang.

It was him.

Anita answered, trying to keep her voice steady while I kept thrusting into her ass from behind.

“Hey… we’re on the way back,” her husband said. “Do you need anything? Should we pick something up?”

Anita moaned softly under her breath as I buried myself deep. “Maybe… the grocery store. Buy some bread and maybe some Coke. Jason’s here and he did some shopping. We’re gonna do barbecue, I guess. Okay, see you guys soon.”

She was literally talking to her husband on the phone while I was balls-deep in her ass, stretching her out in their own kitchen. The scary, thrilling rush of the moment made me fuck her even harder.

As soon as she hung up she gasped, “Hurry up… they’re coming!”

But I didn’t stop. I kept slamming into her, loving the danger. “I think you need to suck it a little bit.”

I pulled out, spun her around, and shoved my cock — fresh from her ass — into her mouth. She sucked it sloppily for a few seconds, then I pushed her back over the counter and drove back into her asshole.

I kept going and going, chasing my orgasm. Finally I felt it building.

Right as I exploded deep inside her ass, filling her with thick ropes of cum, I heard the car pull up outside. Doors slammed. The girls’ voices carried from the driveway as they approached the front door.

Last drops still pulsing out of me, I quickly pulled my cock out of Anita’s freshly-creampied ass, shoved it back into my pants, and zipped up. Anita frantically pulled her leggings back up, trying to compose herself.

The front door opened just as I grabbed a knife and started pretending to cut meat on the counter. Both of us were breathless, faces flushed.

Mangle walked in first. She looked straight at me with that teasing, knowing smirk. “Hey… I’m back.”

Angel came right after and gave me a big hug, pressing her petite body against me. “Hi babe.”

I forced a casual smile, still catching my breath. “Food is getting ready. We should go make the fire outside.”

Her husband walked in last, carrying shopping bags. I looked him right in the eyes and shook his hand again, knowing I had just pumped his wife’s ass full of cum only seconds before he walked through the door.

The feeling was electric — dirty, wrong, and addictive.

We all went outside to start the barbecue. While the girls helped set things up and her husband fired up the grill, I couldn’t stop thinking about it.

All three of them had sore asses right now because of me. Angel’s tiny hole, Mangle’s newly-broken-in ass, and Anita’s freshly-filled one — all marked by my cock while he was completely clueless.

I liked this feeling way too much.

I couldn’t wait for him to leave tonight so I could start fucking all three of them again — not at the same time (yet), but one after another, whenever I could get them alone.

The husband was leaving soon.

The real fun was about to begin again.

Chapter 12: Midnight in Mangle’s Room

The husband had left early that morning. The house felt different the moment his truck disappeared down the street — lighter, freer, and way more dangerous. I waited until late that night, heart pounding with a crazy new idea. Around 10:30 PM I parked a few blocks away and texted Mangle:

Me: Hey… come open the back door quietly. Don’t tell anyone. I’m outside.

Her reply was instant: Mangle: Omw 😈

I slipped through the back gate like a shadow. The house was dark except for a soft light coming from Angel’s room on the right and Anita’s bedroom on the left. Mangle’s room sat right in the middle of the upstairs hallway — the perfect dangerous spot. She cracked the back door open, wearing nothing but an oversized t-shirt and tiny panties. Her eyes were already hungry.

I stepped inside without a sound. She locked the door behind me, grabbed my hand, and led me straight up the stairs to her room. The moment we were inside she closed the door, locked it, and turned on some chill music at a low volume — just loud enough to cover any accidental noises but quiet enough that Angel or Anita wouldn’t think anything was strange if they walked past.

I didn’t waste time. I pushed Mangle onto her bed face-down, yanked her panties to the side, and shoved my already rock-hard cock straight into her ass in one slow, deep thrust. She buried her face in the pillow to muffle her gasp.

For the next three hours I fucked the shit out of her — ass to mouth, over and over, never letting her rest. I kept her in every position that kept her quiet: doggy with her face pressed into the mattress, spooning while I reached around to cover her mouth, reverse cowgirl so I could watch her round ass bounce while she bit her own arm to stay silent. Every time I pulled out of her ass I fed my cock straight into her mouth, making her taste herself. She sucked eagerly, eyes watering, but never made a sound louder than a tiny whimper.

At one point, around 1 a.m., I had to pee so badly I couldn’t hold it anymore. I couldn’t risk sneaking out to the bathroom — the hallway was too exposed and Angel’s door was still cracked open.

I spotted a small pink dildo on her nightstand and grinned. “I have an idea.”

I kept my cock buried deep in her ass, leaned down, and whispered right in her ear, “I’m going to piss inside you. Then you’re going to plug it with this dildo, walk quietly to the bathroom, empty your ass, and come right back. Not a sound.”

Mangle’s eyes widened, but she nodded. I let go right there — a hot, full stream of piss flooding deep into her guts while my cock stayed plugged inside her. She trembled, biting the pillow harder, the pressure and fullness making her shake. When I finished I slowly pulled out, handed her the dildo, and watched her slide it into her stretched, piss-filled asshole to keep everything inside.

She stood up carefully, legs shaky, and tiptoed out of her room completely naked except for the dildo plugging her ass. I stayed behind, completely naked, cock rock-hard and glistening, waiting in the dark of her room while my girlfriend and her mother slept just feet away on either side. My heart hammered. What if Angel wakes up and sees her sister walking funny with a dildo in her ass? What if Anita hears something and comes to check? What would Angel say if she ever found out I was fucking her sister? What would Anita say — “You already have Angel and me, and now you want Mangle too?”

The risk made my cock throb even harder.

A minute later Mangle slipped back in, closed the door quietly, and bent over the bed again without a word. “That was crazy… oh my God,” she whispered, voice hoarse.

I didn’t reply. I just grabbed her hips and slammed back into her now-slippery, freshly-emptied ass. “Bend over. Ass up.”

I kept going, fucking her relentlessly. At one point I pulled out my phone, opened the gallery, and held it in front of her face while I railed her from behind.

“I need to watch Angel’s picture,” I lied softly. “Gonna think about her while I fuck you.”

But the screen actually showed a split view — Angel’s innocent smile on one side, Anita’s sexy model pose on the other. I was staring at both of them while balls-deep in Mangle’s ass. I didn’t know which one I loved fucking most anymore… but the fantasy of having all three bent over at the same time, spreading their asses for me, made me fuck Mangle even harder.

I whispered filthy things in her ear the whole time: “Your sister has no idea I’m destroying your ass right now… Your mom swallowed my cum last night while you were sleeping… Imagine if they both walked in and saw me owning you like this…”

Mangle came twice, shaking silently, her ass clenching around me so tightly I almost lost it. Finally, just after 2 a.m., I couldn’t hold back anymore. I buried myself as deep as I could go and exploded inside her ass, flooding her with the biggest load of the night.

She was exhausted, sore, and breathing hard. “Okay… you have to go,” she whispered, voice shaky. “My butthole is destroyed.”

We both got dressed as quietly as possible. I kissed her one last time, then slipped out of her room and down the stairs like a ghost. The house was completely silent. Angel’s door was still cracked, Anita’s light was off. I made it out the back door without a sound and disappeared into the night.

As I walked back to my car, my mind was spinning. I had just spent three secret hours balls-deep in Mangle’s ass while both her little sister and her mother slept on either side of us. I had pissed inside her, made her walk around plugged up, and cum while fantasizing about fucking all three of them at once.

The husband was gone.

The house was mine again.

And I already knew I wasn’t going to stop until I had all three of them — one after another, night after night, whenever I wanted.

This was only the beginning.

Chapter 13: Three Holes Under the Stars

Six months.

Six filthy, addictive months of secretly owning every hole in the house.

I had fucked Angel’s tiny, complaining ass hundreds of times, stretching it deeper every week until she stopped whining and started pushing back. I had broken in Mangle’s rounder, juicier ass until she craved the pain and begged me to ruin it again. And Anita — my perfect Russian mother-in-law — had become my personal cum-dump, taking piss, cock, and load after load in her experienced asshole while her husband was on the road.

I rotated between them like a king with three secret queens. Sometimes I’d fuck Angel at noon, Mangle at midnight, and Anita at 3 a.m. on the same day. They all knew about each other now — not everything, but enough. A silent, filthy agreement: I belonged to all three, and none of them wanted it to stop.

So when I gathered them in the living room one lazy Sunday and said, “Ladies… we should go camping this weekend. Just us four. Real nature. Tents. No showers. No rules,” their eyes lit up with the same dirty understanding.

Angel bit her lip. “Like… outdoor fun?” Mangle smirked. “I’m in.” Anita’s Russian accent thickened with lust. “Finally. Somewhere I can scream without waking the neighbors.”

We left Friday afternoon in my SUV, packed light — one big 8-person tent, sleeping bags zipped together in a giant rectangle, and a small separate “supply” tent no one was actually going to use. The drive into the mountains was electric. I made them all wear matching black yoga shorts with no panties underneath and small, discreet metal butt plugs I had bought just for the trip. Every bump in the road made them squirm and moan quietly. By the time we reached the remote campsite deep in the pines, all three asses were already loosened and aching for me.

We set up the big tent as the sun set. One giant sleeping area, no dividers. Perfect.

That first night the air was cool and crisp. We built a small fire, roasted marshmallows, laughed like a normal family… until the fire died and we crawled into the tent. The four of us lay side by side in the zipped-together sleeping bags: me in the middle, Angel on my right, Anita on my left, Mangle on the far side of Anita. Flashlights off. Only moonlight filtering through the thin tent walls.

I waited twenty minutes until breathing slowed.

Then I started.

My right hand slid under Angel’s sleeping bag first. She was already wet. But I didn’t go for her pussy. I pulled her tiny shorts down just enough, found the base of her butt plug, and slowly twisted it while my left hand reached across to Anita. I eased Anita’s plug out and replaced it with two fingers, sliding them deep into her warm, experienced Russian ass. Anita let out the tiniest sigh but stayed perfectly still.

Angel turned her head toward me in the dark. I felt her breath on my neck. Then her small hand tugged my shorts down, freed my rock-hard cock, and she disappeared under the sleeping bag without a sound.

Her warm, wet mouth swallowed me to the root.

At the exact same moment I pushed a third finger into Anita’s ass, slowly finger-fucking her while her daughter sucked me off only inches away. The tent smelled like pine, sex, and three different women.

What I didn’t know — yet — was that Mangle was wide awake on the far side.

She had been pretending to sleep, but the soft, wet sounds of Angel’s mouth and the faint shifting of the sleeping bag gave everything away. Mangle’s eyes were open, watching the silhouette of her little sister’s head bobbing slowly up and down on my cock while I fingered her mother’s ass right next to her. One of Mangle’s hands slipped between her own legs, rubbing her clit in perfect silence as she watched the filth happening in the dark.

I was in heaven. Angel’s throat was massaging me, Anita’s ass was clenching around my fingers, and I could hear Mangle’s breathing getting faster even though she stayed perfectly quiet. I fucked Angel’s face slowly, pushing deeper each time, while my fingers curled inside Anita and found that perfect spot that made her toes curl.

After ten minutes of pure silent heaven I felt myself getting close. I tapped Angel’s head twice — our secret signal. She pulled off just in time. I aimed my cock under the sleeping bag and exploded, painting the inside of the fabric with thick ropes while Anita’s ass spasmed around my fingers. She came too, biting her own wrist to stay quiet.

Mangle came right after them, her body trembling silently as she watched everything.

We all lay there panting, pretending to sleep again.

The next night was even crazier.

We spent the day hiking, swimming in a cold mountain lake, and teasing each other mercilessly — quick ass grabs behind trees, me making them keep the plugs in the whole time. By the time we crawled back into the tent after dark, everyone was exhausted… except me.

Around 1 a.m. I felt Anita shift. She rolled onto her stomach, pulled her own shorts down under the sleeping bag, and pushed her perfect pale ass toward me in the dark. No words. Just invitation.

I glanced left and right. Angel and Mangle seemed dead asleep.

I lined up and pushed my bare cock straight into Anita’s ass in one slow, deep stroke. She was still loose from six months of constant use and the plug she’d worn all day. I buried myself to the balls and just stayed there, savoring the heat.

Then Angel stirred.

She shifted in her sleep, rolling closer, her arm brushing against my back. I froze completely, cock balls-deep in her mother’s asshole, heart hammering. I didn’t pull out. I didn’t even breathe. I just lay there pretending to be asleep while Anita’s ass fluttered and clenched around me.

Angel mumbled something incoherent and settled again, her breathing slow and deep.

I waited another full minute… then started moving.

Tiny, almost invisible thrusts. Barely an inch in and out, but enough. Anita pushed back against me just as slowly, both of us moving like we were sleep-fucking. The risk was insane — one wrong move and Angel would wake up with her boyfriend’s cock buried in her mom’s ass right beside her.

Mangle was awake again too. I could feel her eyes on us in the dark, watching every tiny movement.

I kept going, slow and deep, for almost twenty minutes. Anita came silently, her whole body shaking, ass milking me. That pushed me over the edge.

I pressed my face into the pillow, gripped Anita’s hip under the sleeping bag, and unloaded. Thick, heavy spurts flooded her guts while Angel slept only inches away. I didn’t pull out. I stayed buried inside her, letting the last drops pump deep while my cock softened.

Only when I was completely soft did I finally slide out, leaving Anita’s ass leaking my cum into the sleeping bag.

We all lay there in the dark, breathing hard, the tent thick with the smell of sex and pine.

In the morning none of us spoke about it. We just smiled, made coffee, and hiked again like the perfect innocent family.

But I already knew tonight would be even filthier.

Because tomorrow was our last night… and I had brought three matching collars, a bottle of lube, and a very clear plan to have all three of them bent over outside the tent under the stars at the same time — one after another, then maybe all at once if they were brave enough.

Six months in, and the game had only just begun.

Chapter 14: Massage Under the Stars

The third night of the camping trip was the hottest and darkest yet. We had hiked for miles that day, climbed rocky trails, swam in freezing mountain streams, and teased each other relentlessly with the discreet butt plugs I made them wear all afternoon. By the time we returned to camp, everyone was deliciously tired, muscles sore, bodies glowing with that post-hike sweat.

The big tent was already set up. Inside, the four of us lay on the giant zipped-together sleeping bags in the pitch-black interior, only faint moonlight seeping through the mesh roof. The air was thick with the scent of pine, sweat, and unspoken lust.

I sat up in the middle and said softly, “Ladies, turn around. Take off your shirts, keep your bras on. I’m going to give you all a massage. You earned it after today.”

They obeyed without hesitation. Angel in the middle, Anita on her left, Mangle on her right. Three beautiful backs exposed, three perfect asses still hidden under their tight black yoga shorts. I grabbed the bottle of warm lavender oil I had packed especially for this and poured it generously over my hands.

I straddled Angel first, sitting directly on her small, firm ass. The tent was so dark that even if someone turned their head, details would be hidden. I started with slow, deep strokes along her spine, working the oil into her shoulders and lower back. My cock was already rock-hard inside my shorts.

Quietly, I pulled Angel’s shorts and panties down just enough to free her ass. I rubbed more oil on my cock and slid it between her thighs, the thick shaft nestling right against her pussy and asshole, rubbing slowly back and forth as I continued the “massage.” Angel let out the tiniest gasp but stayed perfectly still, pretending nothing unusual was happening.

My hands moved to the sides. While I kept my hips rocking gently, sliding my cock along Angel’s slick folds, I reached over and started massaging Anita’s back and shoulders on the left. Then I switched to Mangle on the right, my fingers gliding down their spines, occasionally dipping lower to squeeze and knead their firm asses through the thin fabric.

Mangle could clearly see what was happening. In the dim moonlight she watched the rhythmic movement of my hips as I slowly fucked between her little sister’s legs. Anita could see it too — her experienced eyes catching every subtle thrust. They both stayed quiet, breathing a little heavier, acting like they were half-asleep and unaware.

I kept the massage going, hands roaming freely over all three women. I pulled Angel’s shorts lower, lined up my cock with her tight little asshole, and pushed the head inside. She gasped again, louder this time, but still pretended to be relaxed. I sank deeper, inch by inch, until I was buried in my girlfriend’s ass while continuing to massage her mother and sister.

My hands moved boldly now. I pulled Anita’s and Mangle’s shorts down to their thighs, exposing their asses completely. While I slowly fucked Angel’s ass with long, deep strokes, I slid two fingers into Anita’s well-trained Russian hole and two more into Mangle’s tighter, newer one. I was fingering both their asses at the same time I was balls-deep in Angel.

The tent was silent except for the faint wet sounds and our controlled breathing. I couldn’t believe it — I was massaging all three backs, fingering two asses, and fucking the third one right in the middle. My hands kept moving in smooth, innocent-looking strokes up and down their spines while my cock pistoned slowly in Angel’s gripping ass and my fingers worked deeper into her mom and sister.

After twenty minutes of this filthy massage, I leaned down close to Angel’s ear and whispered, “Honey, are you awake?”

No response. She stayed perfectly still, pretending to sleep.

“Mangle, are you awake?” I asked a little louder.

Silence from her too.

I kept thrusting slowly into Angel while my fingers plunged deep into Anita and Mangle. Then I leaned even closer to Angel and whispered, “Angel, baby… I’m gonna cum inside your mouth.”

A tiny “Mm-hmm” escaped her lips.

I pulled out of her ass, moved up her body, and fed my cock — fresh from her asshole — straight into her waiting mouth. She sucked obediently, tasting herself. I exploded hard, flooding her mouth and throat with thick ropes of cum while my fingers stayed buried deep in her mother’s and sister’s asses, feeling them clench around me.

Angel swallowed every drop without a sound.

I stayed there for a long moment, cock softening in her mouth, fingers still inside the other two, savoring the most beautiful, forbidden moment of the entire trip.

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The next morning, while we were breaking camp and packing up, Anita pulled me aside behind a cluster of trees. She pressed close, her voice low and teasing in that rich Russian accent.

“You were so horny last night… You were fingering my ass and fucking my daughter’s ass at the same time. I felt everything.”

I grinned. “I liked it too. I wished my cock was in your ass instead, but fingering you while I fucked Angel was incredible.”

Anita smiled wickedly. “Don’t worry. Tonight I want you to sleep right next to me so you can fuck my ass properly.”

“Deal,” I said. “But right now… I need you to take Angel and Mangle for a nice long walk. I want to talk to your mom alone.”

Anita raised an eyebrow but obeyed. A few minutes later she led the girls down a trail, leaving me and her alone at the campsite.

The moment they disappeared around the bend, I took Anita’s hand and pulled her deeper into the trees, away from the tent and any possible prying eyes. The forest was quiet, sunlight filtering through the pines, birds chirping overhead.

I pushed her gently to her knees on the soft moss. “I’ve been waiting for this. I want to watch my sexy Russian mother-in-law suck my cock right here in nature.”

Anita looked up at me with those icy blue eyes, licked her lips, and pulled my shorts down. She took me into her mouth immediately, sucking slow and deep, her tongue swirling around the head.

I groaned, running my fingers through her platinum hair. I had been holding my piss for a while, and the pressure built quickly while she worked me.

I pulled my cock out of her mouth, aimed it at her open lips, and let go.

A strong stream of hot piss filled her mouth. Anita kept her lips parted, eyes locked on mine, letting it pool before she swallowed some and spit the rest onto the forest floor. Then she leaned forward again, sucking the head while I continued pissing.

She drank some, spit some, sucked, drank, spit — over and over, her mouth full of my piss while she worshipped my cock. The sight of my elegant 45-year-old mother-in-law on her knees in the woods, drinking my piss straight from the source, was almost too much.

“Oh my God… I can’t believe I’m pissing in my girlfriend’s mom’s mouth while she sucks me,” I groaned.

Anita pulled off just long enough to whisper, “I’ve never done anything like this before… but I can’t say no to you.”

She opened wide again. I pushed deeper into her throat and let the rest flow. She gagged and choked a little as my piss and cock filled her mouth at the same time, but she swallowed what she could, the rest spilling down her chin and onto her tits.

When I finally finished pissing, I grabbed her head and fucked her mouth hard, using her throat like a toy. “You’re my perfect Russian slut.”

She looked up at me, eyes watering, smiling around my cock.

I felt my real orgasm building. “I’m about to cum. Keep sucking and swallow every drop.”

Right as I started shooting thick ropes of cum down her throat, I still had a little piss left. I let it go too — mixing cum and piss in her mouth. Anita choked, pulled back slightly, and the last spurts of piss hit her face and hair.

She didn’t flinch. She actually smiled, licking her lips, clearly enjoying the filthy degradation.

After I finished, she looked up at me, face glistening. “You know… I’ve never done anything like that before. It was the first time. I don’t know why I can’t say no to you.”

“Good for me,” I replied, helping her to her feet and kissing her deeply, tasting myself on her tongue.

In my mind I was already thinking: I wish your daughters were as slutty as you are. Who knows… maybe I’ll train them to drink my piss too.

We cleaned up quickly and headed back toward camp before the girls returned.

Tonight would be my turn with Anita sleeping right beside me.

And tomorrow we headed home… where the real game with all three of them would continue.

Chapter 15: All Three Under One Roof of Canvas

The third night of the camping trip had arrived, and the air felt charged with something primal. We had hiked hard all day, pushing our bodies until every muscle ached in the best way. By the time the sun dipped behind the mountains, we were gathered around a crackling campfire, the flames dancing across three beautiful faces — my petite girlfriend Angel, her older sister Mangle with her round, juicy curves, and their stunning Russian mother Anita, still radiating that model elegance even in the wilderness.

I had been thinking about this moment for weeks. Six months of secretly claiming all three of their asses, and tonight I wanted the ultimate prize: to fuck them all — one after another, in the same night, in the same space, pushing the boundaries as far as they would go.

While we roasted marshmallows and talked softly, I dropped the idea casually. “You know what would make this night even better? I brought some mushrooms. Just a little bit — nothing crazy. They make everything feel… amazing. Relaxed. Connected. You girls wanna try?”

Angel’s eyes sparkled immediately. “Yes! I’m down.” Mangle grinned. “Hell yeah.” Anita hesitated, her icy blue eyes narrowing. “I don’t know… I’ve never done it.”

I smiled reassuringly, my voice low and convincing. “You drink wine, right? It’s similar — just a different kind of buzz. You’ll like it. Trust me.”

We each took a small dose, washing it down with water. The shrooms hit gradually — a warm, glowing relaxation spreading through our bodies, colors seeming brighter, the fire more hypnotic, and most importantly… a deep, rolling wave of horniness that made every touch feel electric.

After about forty minutes, Angel stood up, stretching. “Let’s go for a little walk. It’s so dark and pretty out here.”

I glanced at the other two by the fire and nodded. “Okay, baby. Lead the way.”

We wandered a short distance into the trees, the moonlight barely filtering through the canopy. The moment we were hidden behind a thick pine, I grabbed Angel from behind, pressing her against the rough bark. “Pull your pants down,” I whispered hotly in her ear.

She obeyed instantly, shimmying her yoga shorts and panties to her knees. I freed my already throbbing cock, spit on it, and pushed straight into her tight little ass. Angel gasped softly, bracing against the tree as I started fucking her with slow, deep strokes. From where we stood, I could clearly see the campfire through the branches — Anita and Mangle sitting there, relaxed and glowing from the shrooms, completely unaware (or so I thought) that I was balls-deep in Angel’s ass just fifty feet away.

After a few intense minutes, Anita’s voice floated through the darkness: “Angela? Where are you guys?”

I kept thrusting slowly into Angel’s gripping hole and called back casually, “We’re here! Just walking. We’ll be back in a second.”

My cock was painfully hard. I pulled out, gave Angel a quick kiss, and we adjusted our clothes before walking back to the fire like nothing had happened.

We had barely sat down again when Mangle shifted. “I need to pee.”

I stood up immediately. “I’ll walk with you. It’s dark — don’t want you tripping.”

We slipped behind some thick bushes. The moment she squatted to pee, I pulled my cock out again. Mangle looked up, grinned, and took me into her mouth without hesitation, sucking me while she finished peeing. When she was done, I whispered, “Turn around.”

She bent over, hands on her knees. I slid my cock — still slick from Angel’s ass — straight into Mangle’s rounder, tighter asshole. I fucked her for about a minute, deep and steady, listening to her quiet, shroom-enhanced moans. Then I pulled out. “Okay… let’s go back.”

That was two.

We rejoined the fire. Half an hour later, the shrooms had us all feeling loose and insanely horny. Anita stood up gracefully. “Where is the bathroom area? I need to go.”

I rose too. “I’ll walk with you.”

The girls stayed by the fire, chatting softly, their eyes half-lidded from the trip. As soon as we were out of sight among the trees, Anita didn’t even pretend. She dropped to her knees, yanked my shorts down, and took my cock straight into her mouth — the same cock that had just been in both her daughters’ asses. She sucked hungrily, tasting the mix of them on me.

I groaned and pulled her up, turning her around. “You don’t really need to pee, do you?”

She pushed her ass back against me. “No… I just wanted you.”

I slid into her experienced Russian asshole in one smooth thrust. While I fucked her steadily from behind, I whispered, “Actually… I need to pee.”

Anita moaned. “Go ahead… do it.”

I let go right there, pissing deep inside her ass while continuing to thrust. She loved it — pushing back, whispering filthy Russian words under her breath. When I finished, I pulled out and watched her squat slightly, pushing my piss out onto the forest floor in a hot stream. Then I slammed back into her ass and fucked her harder for another minute before we composed ourselves and walked back to the fire like nothing had happened.

That was three. I had fucked all three of them within the span of an hour, right under the stars, while the others sat nearby. But I still hadn’t cum yet. My balls were aching with need.

It was approaching midnight. The shrooms and the long day had made the girls sleepy. Anita stretched elegantly. “That massage from last night would feel amazing right now.”

Angel nodded drowsily. “Oh yeah…”

They arranged themselves in the tent: Angel and Mangle on the outer sides, Anita in the middle — exactly as I had hoped. Anita looked at me with a knowing smile. “It’s my turn for the massage.”

I crawled in after them, the tent dark and warm. I poured more lavender oil on my hands and started with long, slow strokes across all three backs. My hands roamed freely — down Mangle’s spine, over Angel’s petite frame, then focusing on Anita. As I worked, I quietly pulled their shorts down just enough.

My fingers found their asses. I slid one into Mangle, another into Angel, while my cock — rock-hard again — nestled between Anita’s thighs. I rubbed it along her slick pussy and then upward, pressing the head against her tight butthole. With one slow push, I sank into Anita’s ass right there in the middle of the tent.

“Is it good like this?” I whispered, still pretending it was just a massage.

“Yes… I like it,” Anita breathed, her voice perfectly calm.

I kept massaging their backs and shoulders with one hand while fingering Mangle and Angel with the fingers of the other, my cock sliding slowly in and out of Anita’s ass. A few minutes later, I heard soft snoring from both sides. Angel and Mangle had passed out completely — the hiking, the fire, the shrooms, and the secret orgasms had wiped them out.

Holy shit. They were sound asleep.

I didn’t hesitate. I pulled Anita back gently into a doggy position right in the center of the sleeping bags, her body between her two sleeping daughters. I grabbed her hips and started fucking her ass properly — deep, steady strokes that made her bite the pillow to stay quiet. The risk was insane: my cock pistoning in and out of the mother’s asshole while her daughters slept inches away on either side.

I lasted only a few minutes before I buried myself to the hilt and came hard, flooding Anita’s guts with a massive load while Angel and Mangle snored softly.

Anita stayed perfectly still for a moment, then whispered, “I need to go clean up.” She slipped out of the tent quietly.

The second she was gone, Mangle stirred and woke up. Her eyes met mine in the dark.

I didn’t say a word. I just motioned for her to bend over. She pulled her shorts down sleepily and pushed her ass toward me. I slid my still-hard, cum-slick cock straight into her freshly-awakened hole and fucked her for almost two full minutes, quick and deep, right next to her sleeping little sister.

I pulled out just in time — Anita’s footsteps were approaching the tent. I quickly fixed my shorts and lay back down, pretending to be half-asleep.

Anita crawled back in. I hugged Angel from behind, spooning her tiny body. But I wasn’t done. I whispered in her ear, waking her gently, “Baby… I need you.”

Still drowsy, Angel pushed her ass back against me. I slid into her tight little hole one last time and fucked her slowly for a few minutes before cumming again — a smaller, final load deep inside my girlfriend’s ass.

I had done it.

In one single night, inside the same tent, with all three of them right next to each other, I had fucked Angel, Mangle, and Anita — filling every one of their asses with my cock and cum.

The goal was accomplished.

As I finally drifted off to sleep, sandwiched between the three women whose holes I now completely owned, I smiled into the darkness.

Tomorrow we would head home… but the real adventures were only just beginning.

Chapter 16: The Dream That Broke Me

It had been six intense months of raw, secret indulgence. I had claimed every hole in the house — Angel’s tight little ass, Mangle’s rounder, juicier one, and Anita’s perfect, experienced Russian asshole — rotating between them almost every single day. The camping trip had been the peak so far: fucking all three in one night inside the same tent, filling each of them while the others slept or pretended to sleep beside us.

But my mind had started going even darker.

I wanted more.

I wanted to see their bellies swell with my babies.

I wanted all three of them pregnant at the same time.

The fantasy consumed me. Three pregnant women under one roof, all carrying my children, their bellies growing round and heavy while I continued to use their asses every single day.

One night, after another long session with Anita (I had cum deep in her ass while rubbing her flat stomach and whispering how beautiful she would look pregnant), the dream finally hit.

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In the dream, three days had passed since I stopped pulling out.

All three of them were already six months pregnant.

Their bellies had grown beautifully — different sizes, different shapes, all undeniably carrying my seed.

Angel’s petite 5’2” frame made her belly look huge on her tiny body — a tight, round dome that rested heavily on her small frame. Mangle’s thicker, curvier figure carried it proudly — her belly was fuller, softer, stretching her skin into a smooth, heavy swell. Anita, the tallest and most mature, looked regal — her pregnant belly was firm and prominent, her full breasts even heavier, her Russian curves exaggerated in the most erotic way.

Every day I rotated them carefully so none of them got too sore.

Day 1 – Anita I had her lying on her back on the big bed, legs pulled up and held wide by her own hands. Her six-month pregnant belly rose like a beautiful hill between us. I rubbed it slowly with both hands while I fucked her ass deep and steady. Every thrust made her belly jiggle slightly. She moaned in that thick accent, “Yes… fuck my pregnant ass… fill your Russian slut…”

Day 2 – Mangle The next night it was Mangle’s turn. Same position — legs up, pregnant belly on full display. I held her thicker thighs apart and slid into her ass, watching her belly move with every deep stroke. She was hornier than ever since getting pregnant, pushing back against me, whispering, “Harder… I love feeling you in my ass while your baby is inside me…”

Day 3 – Angel On the third night, my petite girlfriend. Her tiny body made the pregnant belly look almost obscene. I lifted her legs high, rubbed her swollen stomach lovingly, and buried my cock in her tight pregnant asshole. She whimpered and gasped, but took every inch, her small hands resting on her belly as I fucked her.

The rotation kept them comfortable — each got a full day of rest while I worshipped the next one.

But the real fantasy peaked on the final night of the dream.

All three of them lay side by side on the big bed, completely naked, legs pulled up and held open by their own hands. Three pregnant bellies — small and tight on Angel, fuller on Mangle, regal and heavy on Anita — lined up perfectly for me.

I moved from one to the next like a man possessed.

I fucked Angel’s pregnant ass for a minute, then pulled out and slid into Mangle’s, then into Anita’s — switching between all three stretched, pregnant assholes while they moaned and encouraged me.

Their bellies jiggled with every thrust. Their heavy, milk-filled breasts bounced. I rubbed each swollen stomach as I fucked them, whispering how beautiful they looked carrying my babies.

When I couldn’t hold back anymore, I pulled out and stood over them.

All three sat up quickly, side by side, faces tilted up, mouths open, tongues out — three pregnant women waiting like obedient sluts.

“I’m coming…” I groaned.

Thick ropes of cum erupted from my cock, painting all three faces at once — Angel’s innocent little face, Mangle’s fuller cheeks, Anita’s high Slavic cheekbones. Cum dripped down onto their pregnant bellies as they moaned and tried to catch every drop.

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Then I woke up.

My heart was pounding. My cock was rock-hard and twitching. Warm, sticky cum covered my stomach and sheets — I had cum in my sleep, hands-free, while dreaming of breeding all three of them and fucking their pregnant asses at the same time.

I lay there in the dark, breathing hard, staring at the ceiling.

The dream felt so real. The image of three different pregnant bellies lined up, three women holding their legs open for me, three mouths waiting for my load… it was burned into my brain.

I was still hard even after cumming.

I grabbed my phone and stared at the messages from the three of them — innocent goodnight texts from earlier that evening.

The fantasy was no longer just a dream.

It was becoming an obsession.

I wanted it for real.

All three of them pregnant.

All three bellies growing at the same time.

All three assholes still available for me every single day.

I didn’t know how I was going to make it happen yet… but I knew I was going to try.

And the thought of it made my spent cock twitch again with fresh hunger.

Chapter 17: Breeding Obsession

The entire day after that vivid dream, I couldn’t think about anything else.

Pregnant bellies. Three of them. All mine.

I sat in my apartment, laptop open, scrolling through video after video of pregnant women getting fucked. The sight of swollen, heavy bellies jiggling while thick cocks slid in and out of their asses or pussies made my cock throb harder than it had in months. I imagined Angel’s tiny frame with a massive round belly, Mangle’s curvier body looking even more fertile, and Anita — my elegant Russian mother-in-law — looking like a goddess with her belly stretched tight and her full tits leaking milk.

I stroked myself slowly at first, then faster, lost in the fantasy.

What if it was real? What if I actually got all three of them pregnant?

The thought hit me like lightning. Three kids. Three babies growing at the same time. Three mothers under one roof, all carrying my children. I would have to step up — provide, protect, hide it from the outside world… but the idea of their bellies swelling because of me made me leak pre-cum all over my hand.

I kept stroking, imagining the future:

Angel, my sweet petite girlfriend, with a tight, basketball-sized belly on her small body. Mangle, two years older, her thicker hips and ass even more pronounced with pregnancy. Anita, 45 years old, proudly carrying my baby at an age when most women were done — her Russian curves exaggerated, belly round and firm.

They would all know it was my baby. They would all know I had been fucking the other two the entire time.

What would happen when the truth came out?

Angel finding out I’d been destroying her mother’s ass and her sister’s asshole for months… Mangle realizing her little sister’s boyfriend had been using her as a cum-dump behind everyone’s back… Anita discovering that the man who was breeding her had also been breeding her own daughters…

Would they be angry? Jealous? Turned on? Would they fight? Or would the shared secret bond them even closer — three women, all pregnant by the same man, all addicted to his cock?

I didn’t know. And the uncertainty only made me stroke faster.

In my mind I saw them lined up again, just like in the dream — legs held high, pregnant bellies on full display, taking turns on my cock while I rubbed their swollen stomachs and told them how beautiful they looked carrying my children.

I imagined naming the babies. Three daughters, of course. Maybe Sofia for Angel’s — soft and delicate like her. Elena for Mangle’s — strong and beautiful. And for Anita’s… Natalia. A strong Russian name for the child of a Russian mother.

Three half-sisters, all born within weeks of each other, all sharing the same father.

My hand moved faster. The porn video played on — a heavily pregnant woman moaning as she rode a cock reverse cowgirl, her belly bouncing. I pictured Anita in that position, then Angel, then Mangle.

I came hard.

Thick ropes of cum shot across my chest and stomach, splattering hot and heavy. Some even reached my neck. I kept stroking through it, imagining I was cumming on their tits instead — painting Angel’s small perky breasts, Mangle’s fuller ones, and Anita’s heavy, mature tits with my load.

Then it hit me.

In six whole months of fucking all three of them almost daily… I had never once cum on their tits.

Never painted their faces properly either (except in the dream). Always deep in their asses or down their throats. I had never even tried to cum inside their pussies.

That realization shocked me.

Angel and Mangle were both super tight — their pussies would feel incredible stretched around my cock, especially if I was trying to breed them. Anita’s experienced pussy would probably milk me dry in seconds if I filled it with the intention of knocking her up at 45.

I wanted it all now.

I wanted to fuck their pussies raw and cum deep inside, watching their bellies grow month after month. I wanted to cum on their tits and faces while they were pregnant. I wanted to keep fucking their asses even when they were heavily swollen, rubbing their bellies the entire time.

The obsession had fully taken over.

I cleaned myself up, still breathing hard, and stared at the ceiling.

Tomorrow I would start making it real.

No more pulling out. No more only ass and mouth. I would start breeding them — one by one, then all three — and see how far they would let me go.

Angel’s tight pussy would be first. Then Mangle’s. Then Anita’s — my mother-in-law, the one I wanted to see pregnant the most.

Three daughters. Three pregnant sluts under one roof. All of them knowing the others were getting fucked and bred by the same man.

The thought made my spent cock twitch again.

I was ready.

The real game was about to begin.