F x F x m Jessica Rabbit Holli Would tweaking MILF


	Description: Dan is just about out of highschool. He is eighteen. On the cusp of adulthood, his Aunt’s now see him as a viable target and so they started to lewdly text him after they invite him to their beach house in the Bahama’s. This would already be taboo and sordid, but added to the fact that his aunts look just like Jessica Rabbit and Holli Would, well, it just makes it that much more spicy. Twerking, butt stuff, and sexiness. 
	
	Tag: Twerking, butt, hotdogging, aunts, teasing, texting, playful, milf.  
	
	
	
	Dan was graduating high school. It felt like forever. He was young, dumb, and full of cum. But he only shared the blankets with one thing – his hand and a napkin or paper towel. Usually the paper towel, easier to dispose of the evidence with. He was eighteen and he was staring life dead in the face and he didn’t blink. The world was going to be his oyster. 
	
	A month from summer vacation, the last vacation he would have as a young man before he took the plunge to adulthood which involved college, probably a handful of random scatterings of jobs, and some failed romantic gestures. So, this summer was going to be extra special, he was going to live it up. 
	
	But where to go? Where to go indeed. Well, his Aunt’s had a place in the Bahamas and that sounded like just the ticket. His mother actually encouraged it. And, honestly, he didn’t much dislike the idea. Sand, ocean, beach house… And his aunts. Couldn’t go wrong with that. 
	
	Some might dislike the idea of visiting relatives, but for Dan, it was exactly what he wanted. He liked his aunts, a lot, there was very little that he didn’t like about them. They were busty, beautiful, and absolutely bodacious. He shouldn’t think these things, but it was hard to resist them. 
	
	Aunt Jessica was a firecracker with silk long red hair that was so vibrant and fiery that the color of flame was envious of such a display of wild hue. Jessica enjoyed her, well, she enjoyed looking the part of being the attention of the entire room. Make no mistake, this isn’t to say she was the center of attention, no, she was the attention. It was hard not to notice her presence even before taking note that she even existed. She would take to outfits that showcased her buxom figure, unrealistically sensual with heavy outweigh outrageous breasts and a waist that you could wrap a hand around. And those she sang sex appeal in every lazy sleepy step she took, it was her long lush legs and smokey sultry voice that truly makes her a force to be reckoned with. 
	
	And yet, there was Aunt Holli. She was the perfect counterpart to Jessica. She had hair that was the absence of color, pure white, like snow, like purity and perfection. Her waist was more than Jessica, and her ass and breasts weren’t as impressive as Jessica, and yet she could gather attention away from Jessica if she so choose. Holli did this because she spoke sex into reality with everything she did. Jessica had a soft, sultry, seductive vibe about her, but Holli, generated sexual want and need from every single fiber of her being. She was also much more playfully sexual than Jessica. Bold, even. 
	
	It was easy for every person to fall in love with them. One couldn’t just love one, but both. They were a pair. You couldn’t have one without the other. Where one went, the other would soon follow. And even if the duo wasn’t together, the other would often comment about their counterpart in very suggestive words. 
	
	They didn’t need to say it out loud, every single person who ever crossed this heartbreaker's path knew instinctively and without a second thought that they shared a bed. It was a fact. Spoken and unspoken. 
	
	How could Dan not want to stay with them? 
	
	How could Dan not be fantastic about them? Imagine them kissing. Dream of them. Jack off to them. Beg to be with them? 
	
	Nothing would come of it, but a guy could dream, couldn’t he? Well, Dan dreamed. He dreamed hardcore and pretty much entirely about them. Some boys would fantasize about some model, or some celebrity or entertainer, even a TikTok star or ten. Not Dan. Why would he waste time thinking about them, the rabble of society, the lessers, when he had actually met the two most perfect women he would ever meet? Why waste time on someone, not them? 
	
	When his Mom suggested such an idea as a summer vacation with the aunts, he jumped on it. Eager, squirming, and already daring his thoughts to push his fantasies even more than normal. 
	
	That very night, a month ago, his mom clearly informed the aunts of his wish to visit them. 
	
	“We would love to have you over.” 
	
	“My, I bet you have grown since last we saw you.” 
	
	“You should said us a picture.” 
	
	“All alone in the Bahamas? We are going to have to be very protective of you. Keep you safe. Watch over you.” 
	
	The text messages started. They started so fast and so quickly that Dan didn’t even know how they got to the lewd places where they ended up that night. But it was lewd. Lewd enough to leave him with a boner and precum drooling from his tip. 
	
	They all exchanged photos. Dan took a few. Just a regular updated picture of himself. Well, that wasn’t enough. They wanted more. They pushed for more. They asked. They begged. They told. All and all? He took a picture of himself just in boxers. There were many, many mentions of his muscles and what he was hiding in his underwear. 
	
	He went to bed that night with two sets of paper towels, lewd, but not nude, pictures of his aunts, and feeling like he had muscles three sizes bigger than he actually possessed. Those aunts were just so complimentary of his physique, it was hard not to think of himself a Fabio or a Chris Hemsworth. 
	
	Of course, these lewd text messages continued, they snowballed, and they became lewder and more wild and otherworldly without being blatant. His aunts were masters at making the meaning of their normal, everyday speech into something so pornographic that it should be in the covers of playboy magazine. 
	
	Dan was young, sexually active, and often aroused, but in the past month leading up to his vacation, his Aunt had turned his world, and libido upside down. It was near impossible for him to not go to bed and jack off, twice. It was now weird if he didn’t go the entire day without totting a raging hard-on. 
	
	The day had come when his mother dropped him off at the airport and off he went to visit his aunts and the wonderful vacation ahead. 
	
	Dan couldn’t contain himself. He was not accustomed to the way those hyenas pounced on him, his aunts were savage teasing monsters. They had lubed him up, teased, and taunted him. Spoiled him. He felt like a million dollars, for sure, but he was, at the base, very inexperienced in this entire domain, and even the most experienced of men would falter at what one could possibly do with aunts such as his. 
	
	They weren’t just sex incarnate, they were so intoxicating that the idea of doing anything with them felt so otherworldly. Nobody could match up, or be a match, for these women. And who was he? A fresh out of high school young man, practically entirely inexperienced, and yet, perhaps, that was his allure, perhaps that was what attracted them to him. He wasn’t misreading it, was he? Either way, he lacked the confidence to really make manifest some of the very raunchy and lewd things that he and they had talked about. 
	
	Nothing explicit. 
	
	Nothing damning. 
	
	But they did ask some very leading questions – mostly if he jacked off, what he jacked off to, how he did it, and how big was his dick. These questions stretched the limit of appropriateness and practically left no question as to what would happen when he arrived at their beach house, but honestly, what the hell was he going to do? Performance anxiety was a real thing and he was in the thick of it for weeks before this trip, and now, on the plane? God, it was rather petrifying. 
	
	The plane seemed to take forever. Perhaps because he was dreading in a vaguely exciting and enthused way his arrival. Once there, he took his small carry-on case, got the taxi, and went right on over as per the arrangement. He brought next to nothing because his aunts insisted that they take him cloth shopping. 
	
	Why not, right? 
	
	The beach house was rather elaborate yet quaint in a timely kind of way. It was straight out of a movie, really. It was positioned right next to its own personal little beach, the water was crisp. The air was remarkably fresh. It was rather silent though, aside from the soothing rolling waves that clapped onto the shore, and right on back out, waving and rolling, ever always doing so. The seagulls were in full swing also. But aside from all those little ambient noises, it was peaceful, perhaps it was peaceful not despite, but because of those natural backdrops. 
	
	Dan went to the door and paused a moment. His hands went to his rather bland white t-shirt, straightening it up, trying to de-wrinkle it, though that never actually worked, then down to his blue jeans. They were chino’s really, tight and gave him a slender athletic form. And even when he was as presentable as he possibly could be? He still felt, well, underwhelming. He felt daunted by what lay behind the door. 
	
	What was he going to do? What were they going to do to him, was the more pointed question. How was he going to react? Just so much, too much, but eventually he relented and his hand balled into a fist and made for the knock. 
	
	The knock never came. The door swung open the moment he made the motion, instead of wood, his fist landed right into a thick pool of wobbling and warm flesh, lodged right between the breasts of aunt Jessica. 
	
	She was taller than him, by a foot, easy. Her cleavage was completely on display, for she only wore a ravishing crimson teddy that split down the middle of her chest, barely enough to cover the outskirts of her breasts and those nipples, but everything in between? Completely on display. 
	
	She smiled, looking down at him. Jessica tilted her head and gazed at the fist resting in between her breasts. 
	
	Dan withdrew it immediately and blushed, “Sorry. Gosh, what a time to open up the door.” 
	
	“I know. We got sick and tired of waiting. It was cute to see you all timid and coy out here. I wonder what thoughts were running through your head. We got bored so we thought we would make the first move.” 
	
	His hand pulled back, a long slender hand wrapped around his, holding it into position, resting on her massive chest, he could feel her heartbeat, he was enveloped by her warmth. The thing about his aunt Jessica was that while she was barely wrapped in clothing, she still possessed her silk crimson opera gloves that went all the way up the entirety of her arms. 
	
	Dan was frozen, paralyzed, but did offer a meek sunken smile, trying to just roll with the punches. A fight he could never actually win because Jessica was just such a showstopper. He was certain that if he was older or had heart problems, he’d suffer a heart attack at that moment. 
	
	“Go on, Mommy isn’t around anymore. It is just you and me here. Feel a full-fledged woman. Take it in. Experience it. Revel in it. Nobody is watching.” Jessica’s smokey voice infiltrated Dan’s ears and wrapped around his brain, he could feel those gloved fingers playing, prying, clutching, teasing, and toying with his brain, stimulating, producing, and overstimulating his entire being with dopamine. 
	
	Arousal was the greatest shot of courage anyone could experience, above even that of alcohol. The hand spread, splayed, sinking into flesh. 
	
	“You, me, and him, that is.” Aunt Holli said, stepping out from behind the behemoth of a dominant sultry seductive form. Unlike the crimson-clad Jessica, Holli was more of a beige and ivory-white kind of gal, often strutting her stuff with that color carefully in her mind. 
	
	Holli was smaller, but never less massively attractive and a force to be reckoned with, “You said we could share him.” 
	
	Holli pouted out her lips, Jessica responded in a manner that little ole Danny boy was not prepared for. Jessica leaned down and connected her lips with Holli's. Holli melted in the tender show of affection. It wasn’t particularly lewd, daring, or pornographic, but it hit all the right buttons, all at the same time. His eyes just bulged out, much like other portions of his anatomy. 
	
	Holli had to lean up and into the kiss. Jessica did not favor her counterpart with anything sordid, but Holli wasn’t keen on just a sample or a taste, she wanted more. She wasn’t passive, she was aggressive, even though Jessica dominated the entire affair. The crimson and ivory bare outfits the two wore mixed and mingled as Jessica remained, her attention still somehow fixated on Dan while Holli meshed and molded their forms together, arms reaching around Jessica and trying desperately to coax the other aunt into making this a thing, instead of just a casual placation of wants. 
	
	Jessica pulled back, a thin little rope of saliva connecting their beaming lips until it finally snapped and hung, a majority of it was Holli’s part of the wishbone. She ran her tongue like a snake around her lips to collect the spittle and slurped it up, eyes now fixated on Danny as well.
	
	“I don’t think he could handle us both.” 
	
	“I don’t think he could handle one of us.” Holli agreed, playful banter. 
	
	They clearly didn’t mean anything by it, but Dan was blushing warm and hot not just with flustered arousal but also a wounded ego. 
	
	Something about their sensual presence, the way they moved, they provoked him, they made him less who he was and is, into something more of what he wanted to become and so he slipped into the teasing banter that he’d grown so accustomed to over the month of intensive training courses that he so willingly engaged in with these sex-pot women. 
	
	“I don’t know if that is true. I think maybe I might be too much for you to handle. Either one of you.” 
	
	“Oh?” Jessica widened her eyes, her smile downright predatory. 
	
	“Sounds like a challenge.” Holli parried the retort, but much more aggressively, more forthcoming. 
	
	Jessica was amused. Holli was spurn forward.
	
	Dan didn’t know what he was getting into. An opera glove went to his right shoulder, a silk pale white hand went to his left shoulder. They thrust him inside the house. 
	
	Before he knew it, the door was slammed shut by none other than that massive chubby chunky ass of Jessica. 
	
	He was kindly but sternly escorted to the couch, he didn’t have much choice in the matter. Their guidance, their clutches, they were steel and possessive. Before he knew it he was on the couch, his raging hard-on protruding so desperately upward that his jeans just simply didn’t have enough space for it. The cock punched and rubbed against the pants but instead folded back upon itself, resting the belly of the phallus against the crotch of his pants, the head teasing and peeking out from the tippy top of the waistband. 
	
	Hands smoothed and smothered against his form as if these vixens were blind and were making a mental notation of how he actually looked via their touch. It was absolutely electric, the way they slid up and down his body, the way they stroked, massaged, palpated. 
	
	“So, you think you can handle these?” Jessica said, her breasts virtually thrust into his face. He was buried in warm funbags of warmth and silky softness. It was hard not to close his eyes, to just rest on those pillows. To let himself go. 
	
	This entire situation was quite invigorating and unique. It was calming, satisfying, yet intoxicating and his brain and cock just couldn’t seem to make heads or tails with how he should respond to the stimulation. 
	
	Those massive breasts flopped back and forth, forcing him to motorboat her impressive cleavage. Dan couldn’t contain himself and began licking and kissing flesh upon wave of lovely flesh. He didn’t quite know when or how, but her silken glistening sultry dress slivered and limps off, peeling off her like she was present. And she was. Jessica was a gift. A present. Wrapped and decorated for him and him alone. 
	
	Jessica was soothing and delighted when Dan found that her nipples, hardened, pink, plush, yet engorged and round and succulent, were exposed. The moment he felt those hardened malleable leathery tough fleshy protrusions molesting his face, he couldn’t deny instinct and snatched one in his mouth and began to suckle. Hard. Harder. Her hands shot to the breast, it took both hands just to condense and play with one of those massive orbs, the flesh molded and swallowed fingers and leaked through his grip, but still, he maintained a semblance of control over the mammary. 
	
	“Oh, my. Maybe he does know what to do, or maybe he is just good at these little tiny normal casual things.” Holli Would dared with a smirk deeply etched in her voice. Her own hands were circling around his abdomen, she was making comments on how strong he was, how wired and muscular he was.
	
	He wasn’t. He was strictly normal for his age. Nothing too special, really. But they seemed to build him up all the better, it was like those ego-stroking text messages given actual flesh. 
	
	Holli sunk either hand into the waistband of the jeans, she dug her digits into his boxers as well and slowly slipped the material away. His cock was exposed and shot right on up in the air, it was no longer compressed or contained by a tightly confined area, but was now breathing the same air that they all were, all out in the open. 
	
	There was a slight chill that danced on his prick on account of the pre-cum that drooled from the tip. It coated against the entire form and was left prey to the chilled interior of the well-airconditioned house. Even through all that, he was burning up. 
	
	Dan was lightheaded as he greedily sucked nipple after nipple. Kissing. Licking. Sucking. Biting. He couldn’t do much else, the massive weight of Jessica’s heaving bosom dominated all. 
	
	Holli wrapped her hand around his cock, the other dipping to his hanging naked balls. She treated both sources of pleasure with her own unique attention. He couldn’t see her face, but he felt it near his cock, felt that warm embrace of air exhaled from her mouth. Her hair was styled to pull back and out of her face entirely, yet two adventuresome tresses dangled and framed her face, it was these that he felt against his groin. 
	
	She blew on his cock. Her lips puckered and light little jets of gushing, gusting air spanned his cock. He cooed and jerked in response. 
	
	“Oh, look at this. I haven’t even really touched it and it is about to pop off.” 
	
	“I wouldn’t be worried about that. The younger they are, the more times they can cum. There will be plenty of loads to go around.” Jessica teased, “Besides, there is always tomorrow, and the next day… and the next day.” 
	
	The very thought of recurring events even remotely like this was enough to cause Dan to squirm and explode. His cock pulsated, expanding and churning as cum collected inside the phallus, bottled and gathering to explode. It rushed on him like a tidal wave and before he knew it a mouth was wrapped around it, Holli jerking, sucking, and squeezing his balls to encourage perhaps the best load he had ever experienced. 
	
	It was so intense, perhaps because of the light resistance that the possessive grip Holli had on his balls, that his head slammed backward so he could just gasp. He made some very distinctly unmanly sounds as he squirmed. His feet shot out below him, heels now on the rug, toes, and feet pointing upward. A spasm escaped his attention until it was a whole-body affair. 
	
	Holli nursed on his cock until he was empty. Even the last portions of his seed were swallowed, Holli just waited, licked it, stroked it, and collected the contents. He knew that not a trace of it had escaped her artistic milking efforts. 
	
	In a haze, Dan opened his eyes to find both women towering over him. They were always impressive. Walking daydreams. The fantasy of every person who so much as saw a passing glance of them. But with him sitting down, and them standing, they looked more like goddesses. The way they looked at him, expectant, sultry, needy, and damn it, they just had that fuck me look in their eyes that drove Dan to the brink. 
	
	Dan hardly was able to catch his breath. 
	
	Jessica purred sexuality, Holli growled it. Though these two were completely divine in every possible manner, they were distinctly opposite in many fashions. Not just in attitude, but in features as well. Jessica was soft, round, curvy, and sensual, with a soft quality to her look and action. Holli was thinner and sleeker, her face more pronounced and exaggerated. 
	
	But right now, none of that mattered. Dan was sitting on the couch, dick still hard as a bar of rebar, saliva speckled his cock. 
	
	And his Aunt’s wanted to dial this little extravaganza up many, many more notches. 
	
	“Did he taste good?” Jessica asked. 
	
	Dan remained in bliss, not so much as a word nor sound. He was still exhausted and his mind blazing with intensity, trying to wrap around what had just happened. 
	
	Holli took a finger, put it in her mouth, and fished around, suckling as she did so, before popping it out and sensually rubbing the presumably cum coated fingertip against Jessica’s electric flaming crimson lips, as if the cum was make-up.
	
	Jessica folded lip on lip, pressing and smacking before delight flashed on her cheeks, her dimples expressive, “Oh my, quite rich. Fertile. Potent. Think you got more?” 
	
	“Think you can handle more?” Dan shot back.
	
	“Funny, I was going to ask the same thing,” Holli said, turning herself around to reveal that toned and lush ass. It was more fit and firm but it didn’t make it any less impressive or large. 
	
	“Anybody could handle that, the true test is this one right here.” Jessica swung around to present her own ass-et. It was rounder, thicker, smoother, it was everything that Holli possessed and so much more. Either of their asses was covered in slivers and strips of silk cloth but that only enhanced the image of just how naughty and creamy those plum asses were. 
	
	This isn’t to say that Jessica’s ass was better than Holli’s though. They each had qualities the other didn’t. Together, they made a team that no other ass or many asses could compete with. They leaned forward, bending down, her asses contorting and expanding in Dan’s field of vision. It was like looking at a full moon, and the sun next to it. 
	
	Dan squirmed, panting already, his shivering hands reached up and outward to caress those lovely orbs but he didn’t need to sit up or anything, the duo brought their asses to him, moving backward so that he could feel their flesh against his naked legs. They were on either side, vicing him in. 
	
	Holli, a viper and hot head, playfully and sternly batted his hand away from the presented rear ends. Instead, she mimicked the worshiping grazes that he himself wanted to do. Her milky white fingers went to the slip of cloth, and silk, and near virtually non-existent because Jessica’s ass and crotch ate the material up. 
	
	Holli caressed that ass, her eyes darting to Dan and then the ass. She circled to it so she could outline it and showcase it like it was some fancy life-changing product. She was the host, or showgirl, trying to claw oo’s and ah’s from the audience. For her part, she was wildly successful. Dan was enraptured. Holli’s hand went up and down, circling just one of the ass cheeks before playfully slapping it, to show that distinct fluttering of flesh, “See that, see how lovely and big it is. It won’t stop shaking like that for a minute. I timed it. Is that something you like?”
	
	Dan nodded. 
	
	“Or are you more interested in something like Holli?” Jessica stood up and slowly directed Holli to spin around, revealing her own lovely and divine ass. It was athletic, it was fit, and definitely not as big as Jessica’s. But that didn’t stop those long crimson fingernails of the heartthrob from running against the material of tightly clad silk on Holli’s ass, each little rotation of her exploring nails dragged and bunched the nightie just enough to expose the sides of the round little rump. Peel after peel, her nails now raked against the flesh, leaving groves and reddened traces of her claws on pearly white flesh. 
	
	“Oh my, look at this. You see how firm it is. But still, has a nice little jiggle to it, doesn’t it?” Jessica teased, bending down to plant a big ole wide and wet expressive kiss on the ass cheek… Her eyes, however, never left Dan’s. She was captivating, drawing Dan’s attention to her own eyes, her lips, that ass. It was unlike anything he had ever seen. 
	
	“Care to try?” 
	
	Holli giggled playfully, slowly slipping to the other side, departing from her very obvious and clear lover. They each flanked him as they had originally, but this time… Dan was free to explore at his little heart's desire. 
	
	One hand went to Jessica’s ass, it was like a marshmallow, the plushy elastic memory foam quality of that fat ass swallowed his hand whole, starting with absorbing his fingers first. Holli’s ass offered a little more resistance, it had more form that was more jello and less pudding. 
	
	The asses flanked him, the female's heads turned around and twisting to watch where they were moving, but more so to look directly at their nephew right in the face. 
	
	The scintillating asses started to jiggle and wobble as the woman bobbed their body, encouraging their rear ends to wobble and flop and flap and smack and twerk and smash against themselves yet they still moved backward toward his dick, enveloping it between their ass cracks. 
	
	It wasn’t like he was hotdogging an ass, it was more a double, or dual hotdogging. Those asses kissed each other, smashing his cock, nestling and nuzzling that phallus between them, inside either cheek. And they didn’t stop their twerking, they were fucking that cock that lodged in them with such dedication and desire that Dan just couldn’t imagine anything better. 
	
	The asses were smooth, they looked erotic and pornographic as they moved like the waves of the ocean, swaying and swashing back and forth in a hypnotic and enticing manner. All the which, his spent cock was getting jacked off. 
	
	“Oh, you like that don’t you? I guess your an ass man?” Jessica asked in her sultry voice that was more at home in a speakeasy than a beach house. 
	
	“Why don’t you find out?” Dan ricocheted. 
	
	“What kind of ass man are you though?”
	
	“Only one way to find out, I suppose.” Dan firmly and confidently gripped each of his Aunt’s asscheeks in the palm of his hand, squeezing and letting that flesh just spill into his fingertips. He loved the smoothness, the roundness, the feeling, the shape, the warmth. 
	
	Most of all, he loved that his touch caused these women to go absolutely wild with desire and lust. 
	
	And they did. They moaned, giggling under their breath, as if they’d won a prize, or accomplished something that he was not quite privy to. 
	
	Their asses kissed and smashed against each other, swallowing his cock in conflicting tunnels and groves of the asses. He could tell when his cock was engorged and slurped up by Jessica as opposed to Holli. They were each delightful. 
	
	Jessica hiked herself up on her feet and positioned her silk-clad crotch against his cock, sideways, as they were flanking him. With effortless mastery and one simple movement, his aunt undressed. The bare slip of slivers of silk spilled off their form in a soothing and lazy way. Even undressing, they had perfected it to near intoxication. 
	
	This revealed their sloppy wet yet beautiful pussies to him. But before he could take note of their absolute beauty, he was assaulted by their fruity aroma. It was strong and potent, it collected around him and tugged at his nose. He never knew such a natural smell could be so divine. 
	
	Jessica, however, didn’t allow him proper time to truly get a handle on the situation, instead, her ass smashed against Holli’s. Holli’s ass did not give, it was much more taut and firm and so remained where it was, but the massive ass that Jessica possessed just swallowed it whole. This gave the angle for Jessica to sit right down on Dan’s lap, the cock sheathed into the wet pussy with ease. It wasn’t loose, but it was very snug and comforting and tight. It did not provide resistance, though. 
	
	Jessica’s ass rippled in the effort of fucking herself. She went up and down a few times. His cock was cloaked on a cloud of soft cotton, the hole was wet, juicy, tight, and confining. 
	
	Holli pushed her body back, ass squashing and squishing against Jessica, forcing Jessica to back peddle. The cock lodged in her tight little hole was coaxed out, the hard phallus bending to the left until finally there wasn’t enough leverage to contain it within that tunnel and it slapped backward and out. It struck against that firm ass of Holli. 
	
	Holli laughed, “Now, you get to feel a real woman.”
	
	“We are all real, baby.” Jessica purred. 
	
	That tight ass that could bounce a dime off of, lifted up and another, new pussy found itself greedily devouring Dan’s penis. This hole was much more… constrictive. It was odd though, the pussy itself was vibrating and twitching, apparently, Holli was significantly more fit in, well, every capacity and could mold and contort her pussy to not just fuck the cock up and down, but squeeze and milk it like a tube of toothpaste. 
	
	That was when things began to get a little wild. Either Aunt started to fuss and fight for the cock. Their asses pressing and smashing against each other, wobbling and jolting. His cock was a joystick, being pushed this way and that, left to right, up and down, side to side. He could feel the distinct difference between each pussy though, knowing when he was inside one or the other. Not like he could see. All he could see was asses pancaking and warring against each other. 
	
	It was quite satisfying and electric. 
	
	Dan’s feet slowly inched outward, stretching, hardening, like wooden planks, as her orgasm washed across his body, he felt it in every corner of his body, his cum begging, not just for escape, but to explode. 
	
	And it did. And even while he was in the throes of an orgasm, the warring asses never stopped, the pussy homes never ceased, and he came in both pussies at least four different times as he came. His hands squeezed on each ass with such grip and firmness that he left marks, his fingers dug in as he clenched his teeth. It was wild and animalistic. He started to hump against the pussies. Or so he thought. Honestly, pussy, between asses, whatever worked really, he was being undone and liberated from all his built-up desires.