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“I’m telling you, hermana, you should go.”
“You too?” Carmen asked with a sigh, stopping scrolling on her phone to look up at Mari. The younger Latina took a long sip out of her mug of hot cocoa before responding. The two were chilling out in the living room, basking in the glow of the lights of the nearby Christmas tree while snow fell from the night sky visible through the window. It was a perfect, picturesque scene of the holiday season. The sisters were wearing a pair of matching light purple sweaters that they’d received as gifts a few years back, though Mari’s hadn’t aged nearly as gracefully as Carmen’s thanks to how much more it had to contain. At least her polka-dotted pajama pants were in better shape than her big sister’s severely stretched-out dark gray sweatpants.
“Si, por que no? Alguna vinculacion entre madre e hija suena bien,” Mari finally said.
“It’s not like I don’t want to spend time with Mami, but she’s being…weird about it,” Carmen replied, raising a thick eyebrow. “I’ve had to turn her down twice now just because other stuff has come up for the days she offered, and both times she immediately got on my case asking about the next time that would work. Por que esta actuando tan desesperada?”
“Who knows?” Mari asked with a half shrug, though Carmen could sense something behind her seemingly casual tone. Her demeanor was a bit…artificial. Forced. There was something more going on here. Carmen hummed thoughtfully, turning toward the window but keeping a peripheral eye on her sister in case she let something slip. After a moment of quiet, Mari spoke again. “So, what exactly was she asking you to go do with her?”
“Volunteer work. She wants us to serve food at the soup kitchen downtown.”
“Not exactly nefarious.”
“No, but-“
“Then why not go for it?” Mari insisted as she leaned forward. There it was, that same odd, situationally inappropriate desperation that she’d heard from Carmia asking when they could reschedule.
“Because, like I just said, I have a bad feeling about this. I can tell there’s something bigger going on. I just can’t figure out what it is.”
“Well if you ask me, if there is something going on with her, then the best approach is to tackle it head-on!” Mari declared with a sudden burst of passion. “If she really is planning something behind the scenes, then odds are she’s gonna put it into action whether you go along with it or not. And if that’s the case, then your only two options are sitting back passively and letting it happen to you, or going in and actively handling that shady shit she’s got cooking like a man! Woman! Whatever!”
Carmen blinked at her, then looked down and drummed her fingers on the armrest thoughtfully. “I guess that makes sense. If her pulling something really is inevitable, then it would probably be better to not just sit back and let it happen. Plus, if I turn out to be wrong and it’s nothing after all, then it’s not a big deal and we get to hang out and do some good for people.”
“Precisamente!”
“Alright, I’ll go and figure something out with her right now. Gracias, hermana,” Carmen said gratefully as she extracted her ass from the crater it had pressed into the couch cushions and walked off to find Carmia.
“De nada!” Mari called cheerfully after her. Once she watched her disappear deeper into the house, her smile wavered and fell. She sighed, pulled out her phone, and began typing up a message in a private chat to Kelsie and Raven, informing them that the stage had been set for their last hope of redemption.
“Sorry to set you up like that, Carm,” she mumbled to herself in a deadly serious tone, her mind flashing back to the fateful events at The Pendulum. “But if anyone can stop her reign of terror, it’s you. Show her who’s the real boss bitch in this town.”
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“Ah, mija! This is going to be so much fun!” Carmia cried, having just put down the 100% official date and time of her and Carmen’s soup kitchen shift into the family calendar app. It had turned out that the best possible time to align their schedules was actually the very next day. The MILF’s little shimmy of excitement sent her assets jiggling in her loose, low-cut crimson bathrobe.
“Si, Mami! I’m sorry about those false starts before, but now everything’s cleared up and I’m really looking forward to it!” Carmen replied, smiling even as she scanned her mother’s face and body language for any signs of treachery or deceit. Despite her best investigation efforts, however, she didn’t pick up on anything out of the ordinary. Or maybe she was just distracted trying not to stare at her mom’s big, bouncing breasts.
“Oh, and I almost forgot the best part!” Carmia added. Standing up from her seat, she walked over to a nearby closet and began rustling around inside it. “We’re going to do our shift in costume! These are sure to really lift everyone’s spirits!”
“Oh yeah? Sure, that sounds nice,” Carmen said, smiling at the mental image of her and her mom in reindeer antler headbands or full-body snowman suits or-
“Ah, aqui estan ellos! Take a look!”
Carmen briefly forgot how to breathe as the MILF held up two incredibly skimpy Santa costumes. One was in the traditional bright cherry red, while the other was in an unusual but still fairly festive lime green. They had the typical Santa hat and a fur-collared long-sleeve top…which was designed to be left open, revealing what looked like a black one-piece swimsuit underneath with a large belt in the suit’s respective color wrapped around it. In place of any sort of pants or leggings hung long black fishnets, guaranteed to show off every possible inch of Carmen and Carmia’s thick, squishy thighs.
“Tada! What do you think, chica? I can wear the red one, and you can wear the green! I know it’s your favorite!” the Marvello matriarch said with obvious pride.
“Wh-where did you find those??” Carmen stuttered in shock. Actually, now that she took a closer look at them, they did seem somewhat famili-
“Oh, I saw them online!” Carmia said, setting down the slutty Santa outfits on the kitchen counter and pulling out her phone. “And honestly, I don’t know why you’re so surprised! You’ve worn one just like it before!”
Carmen’s heart sank as Carmia pulled up a screenshot of a video from DikCok, one of Velvet City’s many “local apps” that infused established major websites with the city’s signature sex-centric attitude. The username in the corner read “CarmesanCheese,” and sure enough, the picture showed her and Kelsie posing seductively in skimpy Santa costumes just like the ones the MILF had produced. That video had been entirely the PAWG’s idea back during last year’s Christmas season. She’d gone along with it because she’d figured that no one she knew would ever see it, and to ensure that stayed the case, she’d made absolutely sure not to tell anyone in the house of the account’s existence, not even Mari.
“How in the fuck did she find Carmesan?!” the Latina mentally demanded, her mind reeling. “She must have just accidentally stumbled across it on her own, right? The only ones who know that page exists are me and Kelsie! Well, I did send it to Lucas that one time, but he obviously wouldn’t have told her. Plus, he was really into it, so…even if this is somehow his doing…totally worth it.” Drool began filling her mouth as she remembered the gentle giant standing behind her and slamming his massive member into her caramel culo while she was positioned on all fours at the edge of his dorm room bed. His hands were locked around her waist, letting him pull her entire body, clad in nothing but the torn-up remnants of the sexy Santa suit, back against his crotch again and again and again. She threw her head back as she shrieked in climax, the ball on the end of her hat bouncing almost as much as her cheeks. The Latina swallowed hard and shook her head. “But no, Kelsie must’ve just told Mari about it, who went on to tell Mami later. For some reason. That’s the only way this could’ve happened in a way that makes sense besides pure bad luck. Wait a minute! Why is she even on DikCok in the first place?! Nobody can even use it without an invite code! Who the FUCK-“
“You and Kelsie looked so cute in those costumes of yours, I just had to get some for us to wear together!” Carmia exclaimed, bringing her daughter’s runaway train of thought back to the present. What had felt like 15 minutes of pure speculation and terror had actually lasted a handful of seconds. “What do you think? Don’t they look festive?”
“Y-yeah,” Carmen agreed as she shifted and fidgeted in place. “Quiero decir, probablemente tendremos bastante frío con ellos, pero...we’re really going to make an impression at the shelter, that’s for sure.”
“Excelente! Oh gosh, it’s getting late! Make sure to get a good night’s sleep tonight! We’ve got a busy day ahead of us!” Carmia said before putting the costumes back in the closet and walking off toward her and Santiago’s bedroom. A sinister grin spread across her face as soon as she was out of view of her first, and now final daughter. “Un dia ajetreado, por cierto.”
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“Here you go, sir!” Carmen said as she ladled a generous helping of steaming tomato soup into the paper bowl of the man on the other side of the serving counter.
“Ah, thank you very much, missy!” the disheveled man replied, looking down at his soup and hunk of bread gratefully. Carmen couldn’t possibly have missed how his eyes then took their sweet time rising back up toward her face, drinking in every curve of hers exposed by the skimpy green costume. After a small eternity, his eyes finally met hers again, and he gave her a wink as he turned away. “Don’t be a stranger, y’hear?”
“Mmhmm!” Carmen hummed as she nodded, her smile pursed and her polite tone strained. Once the unsubtle gawker had taken his seat alongside a number of other down-on-their-luck men at one of the many plastic folding benches set up around the shelter’s main dining area, she allowed herself an exasperated sigh and slump. He had been far from the first visitor to undress her with his eyes, but he was certainly the most open about it. The only silver lining to her mother’s immodest dress code was that, according to her finely tuned Hyper senses, a lot of the men who had come here were actually packing, so she could ogle right back at those who had visible girthy outlines stretching down their pant legs.
“Solo manten la calma. You’re doing good for the community,” she muttered to herself as she massaged her forehead with two fingers.
“Was that the last one in line?” a voice behind her asked.
Carmen turned to see one of her fellow volunteers, an older man with dark skin, some streaks of gray in his hair, and stubble on his face named Pete, step out from the door behind her that led to the food prep area.
“Si, that’s all of them.”
“Alright, nice work! C’mon back and help us with the dishes,” Pete said, making a beckoning gesture and holding the door open for her. The Latina wiped some sweat from her brow, nodded, and walked into the kitchen.
“Thanks again for comin’ to help us out. We really appreciate everyone who takes the time to lend a hand for the holidays.”
“Ningun problema. Mami thought it would be a good chance for us to bond.”
“Sure, I get that. Spendin’ time together while also helping out those in need seems like a good deal. Where is your mom, by the way? She was working on dishes with me for a bit, but I haven’t seen her in a while.”
“…hmmmm. Now that you mention it, where did everyone go?” Carmen asked, looking around the conspicuously deserted kitchen area in confusion.
“Huh, you’re right. I got so caught up in scrubbing silverware that I completely missed I was alone back here,” Pete said, scratching his head. “Did they get a memo we didn’t?”
A sinking feeling began to well up in Carmen’s stomach.
“Hang on, do you hear that?” Pete suddenly asked.
The Latina opened her mouth to reply, but her denial died in her mouth as her ears did start picking up on something. It was muffled and faint, but had a definite beat to it, like someone was playing fast-paced music a wall away. Pete and Carmen’s eyes drifted over toward a side door which led to a staff-only break room. After glancing at each other, they both stepped cautiously toward the door and pressed their ears against it, confirming that the music was coming from inside. Now that they were closer, they could identify the song as an energetic electronic dance remix of a classic Christmas tune. That wasn’t the only noise in the room, however, as they could also pick up indistinct enthusiastic-sounding male voices…and a rhythmic noise that Carmen recognized immediately. Taking a deep breath as she remembered Mari’s words about facing whatever the MILF had prepared for her head-on, she quickly reached toward the knob and pushed the door open.
Inside, they were greeted with the sight of the three other staff members that had come to help that day standing in the middle of the break room’s arrangement of comfy couches, forming a loose circle around Carmia, who had discarded every article of her costume except for the hat and fur-collared jacket. The MILF was squatting low with her legs wide apart and her hands on top of her thighs, twerking like her life depended on it to the Feliz Navidad remix playing from the room’s speakers. Normally these were used to play more traditional Christmas carols or comforting Christian tunes, but now they were providing a beat for the older Latina to clap and slap her beautiful, bountiful cheeks together to. The raucous encouragement provided by the three staff members around her quickly died down as they turned in shock and shame toward the doorway where Pete and Carmen were standing.
“Wh-what in the-?!” Pete sputtered.
“Mami!” Carmen exclaimed furiously as she advanced toward her mother, whose twerking hadn’t slowed for a second despite the intrusion. “Que carajo estas haciendo?!”
“Getting our helpers ready,” Carmia replied simply.
“Ready for what?! Ay, I KNEW you were up to something! After all these years of being around Kelsie and Mari and their little schemes, I know by now when someone has something up their sleeve! But I just couldn’t figure out what it was befo-EEP!”
Carmen’s monologue of righteous indignation was cut short by the Marvello matriarch abruptly standing up and leaning in close to her eldest daughter, wrapping her in a tight hug. Any pretense of this being a gesture of apology disintegrated once Carmia’s hands reached down Carmen’s back and began groping and squeezing the plump dump truck she had so kindly bestowed upon her with her generously endowed genes.
“I’ve had to explain myself quite a few times already and I’m honestly getting a little tired of it, so if you want the full story behind why I’m doing what I’m doing, feel free to ask the others later,” Carmia half-mumbled and half-moaned into Carmen’s ear while her fingers kneaded her daughter’s fishnet-laden cheeks. “But suffice it to say, hija, that I was not being paid the respect I am owed, and I’ve made sure that that mistake has been rectified three times now over the past few months. I out-sucked Kelsie, I out-fucked Raven, and I even put these tetas to better use than Marisol. That leaves only one daughter - and only one hole -” She emphasized with a grunt and a firm two-handed squeeze, eliciting a pleasured gasp from Carmen, “ - left to put to the test. Now, tell me. Do you really think this gordo, jugoso culo of yours has what it takes to beat the impeccable booty that it came from?”
Carmen’s mind, scrambling under the unanticipated storm of various feelings and pure bewilderment, finally found a source of stability that it could latch onto - pride in her anal prowess. “A huevo!”
“That’s my girl,” Carmia said, looking down at her daughter with a surprisingly genuine smile as the three perverted volunteers around them cheered. “Ahora preparate para ser destruida. Today is the day your generation finally learns to respect its elders.”
“Good luck, Mami,” Carmen said, stepping back out of her embrace and sticking her ass out for the volunteers to admire. “You’ll need it.”
“The rules are simple. As soon as their cocks slip inside us, we start the timer. Whoever takes the most loads in her ass in the next two hours is the winner,” Carmia announced. “Everyone okay with that? Pues bien, que empiece el concurso!”
“Wait, what’s going on??” Pete asked, still standing in the doorway and looking absolutely gobsmacked.
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Time Remaining - 1:58:55
The upbeat, electronic-infused carol continued to play over the speakers, but now with an entire additional percussion track provided by the plapping and clapping of the Latinas’ cheeks. The two were on opposite couches facing one another, each with a volunteer beneath them whose cock they were bouncing on to the beat of the music in reverse cowgirl. The man beneath Carmen (who now matched her mother’s state of undress by wearing nothing but the Santa hat and jacket) was practically being buried in a body-sized indent in the sofa, his hands around her waist so that he could pull her down in time with every thrust upward and lodge his cock as far up inside her as possible. Carmia’s partner, on the other hand, was furiously rubbing her pussy with a few fingers, focused on ensuring his partner’s pleasure above all else. Pete and the third staff member watched from the sidelines, the former far more shocked and appalled than the actively masturbating latter.
“Careful, Carmen! You’re going to break him if you keep riding him that hard!” Carmia playfully chastised her daughter, whose bouncing pace had been absolutely relentless ever since the start.
“You sure you shouldn’t be speeding up, Mami? We are on a time limit here!” Carmen retorted as she continued slamming her lower half down onto the man with everything she had. “I have to milk these cocks lo antes posible! There’s no time to savor it! Even if it does…feel...reeeeeally good…”
“Tan impaciente…” Carmia said, shaking her head, only to suddenly twitch and shudder as her partner’s fingers found an exceptionally sensitive spot. “Mmmmm, FUCK! Right there, right there! No dejes de tocarme!”
The MILF gyrated her hips like a trained dancer, letting her rub her pussy against his hand while also grinding her ass against his crotch. The man inside her moaned at these graceful, sensual motions, her asshole practically transforming into a tight, warm, incredibly efficient machine that turned hard cocks into drained cocks. Despite having some degree of confidence in his sexual prowess, he could already feel himself getting close.
“Mmmmhh! Come on, come on! Doesn’t this big, thick, squishy ass feel good? Just let go! Let it all out! Don’t think! Just cum! Cum! Cum! Cum inside me, por favor!” Carmen grunted as she continued her booty barrage. She furrowed her eyebrows and bit her lip in frustration as the dick ramming into her stubbornly remained stiff.
“H-how’s it going, ch-chica?” Carmia called over, her own orgasm approaching thanks to the man’s frantic fingering. “Having some trouble?”
“P-por supuesto que no!” she replied. “You just focus on your own fucking!”
“Maldita sea! I’ve never had to do this on a time limit before!” she thought to herself. “I thought if I just went as hard and fast as possible, he’d cum faster! Shit, now I’m gonna have to rethink my whole…wait, what’s that sound? No. No, she couldn’t have already-”
“SIIIII!” Carmia groaned as her partner buried himself balls-deep inside her and let loose. Carmen’s eyes widened as she watched her mother and the volunteer cum at the same time, her opponent drawing first blood as a load splattered into her ass. Despite the rush of ecstasy, she still found the time to wiggle her eyebrows tauntingly at her daughter mid-moan. “Mmmm, gracias, papi! Esa fue una buena. Alright, that’s score one for me! Next!”
As the first man pulled out of her and stumbled away from the couch, the staff member on the sidelines who had been stroking himself to the Latinas’ show practically sprinted towards the MILF to get his own taste of the action.
“Here you go, hija,” Carmia said with a wink as she stood up, gestured for the new arrival to sit, and then mounted him cowgirl. “Now you can take a good, long look at the ass that’s going to beat yours.”
As she slid the second stiff shaft inside her and began to bounce once more, Carmen growled in irritation and delivered a particularly vicious booty slam down onto her partner, who wheezed as the breath was knocked out of him from the heavy impact. It only took a few more seconds of her max-speed riding for him to burst, splattering the first of many loads to come into her ass, but she could barely enjoy it, her eyes locked onto Carmia’s culo and the gloriously jiggly, cheek-rippling head start it had over her.
“Esta bien, calmate,” she thought to herself, taking a few deep breaths as she dismounted the first man and allowed him to walk off with jelly legs to find somewhere to lie down. “Just because your first strategy didn’t work out doesn’t mean it’s too late to adapt. Just find a way to change things up and give it another shot. Focus your rage, chica! She thinks her ass is better than yours?? Does she know who she’s talking to?! You are the Anal Queen of Velvet City! Now go prove to her that you deserve to keep that crown!”
“Pete! Get over here!” she called, turning to stare intensely at the older man as she lowered herself down onto all fours and hoisted up her rear end proudly.
“Uh, I-I still don’t know about all this,” he stammered, eyes darting between Carmen’s glare and the backside of the moaning, cooing Carmia, who was getting her guts absolutely stuffed by one of his coworkers. “Th-this is crazy, I mean-!”
“Pete,” Carmen repeated firmly. “I can see the tent you’re pitching from here. No estas enganando a nadie. Now get over here, shove that fat fucking cock inside me, and help me show Mami who’s boss!”
After a few more minutes of frozen hesitation, he sighed and walked over to the couch, reaching down to undo his belt buckle as he did.
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Time Remaining - 1:20:13
“FUCK YES, PAPI! FUCKING SLAM THAT COCK DEEP INSIDE ME! Yes yes yes yes YES! It feels so good! Me encanta, papiiii!”
Carmen’s tongue dangled from her open mouth as she panted and moaned, bracing her arms against the armrest of the couch as her body rocked back and forth from Pete’s thrusts into her. The older man was on his knees behind her, gripping her backside so tightly that flesh was squishing up from between his fingers. Any trace of his former hesitance had been fucked out of his mind by the heavenly sensation of Carmen’s asshole hungrily gripping and sucking on and squeezing around his gigantic rod. While the prior volunteer had been a good warmup to get her in the mood for the marathon, her Horny Switch had been well and truly flipped now thanks to the unexpected Hyper girth that Pete had been packing. However, rather than repeating her prior unsuccessful plan of brute forcing the loads out, Carmen had retained enough awareness to try and adapt her mother’s more steady approach, doing her best to replicate the MILF’s sensual hip gyrations and managing to only occasionally smash her booty back towards the man at full force to ram his bulky cockhead as far into her stomach as it could go.
“Ayyyyy, dios miiiiio! Polla…buena….polla…buena…encanta...polla...” Carmen whined as Pete’s sack rhythmically slapped against her pussy, threatening to short-circuit her brain. “Mas, papi…por favor…por favor no pares…”
“Impresionante, Pete! She’s that much of a mess already?” Carmia called out, looking over her shoulder to take in the show of her daughter getting railed by a man over twice her age. “Ha! Maybe I overestimated her. Being my own flesh and blood, I thought she’d be able to give me more of a challenge!”
“Silenciar! I’m f-fine!” Carmen protested. “He’s just-GAH, DIOS!-really fffffucking b-BIG! Sh-shouldn’t the fact that mmmmy ass is easily t-taking a cock that’s w-way bigger than the one in yours be wwwwworth something?!”
“Nice try, hija! You already agreed to judge by load count. No take-backs now! Anyways, Pete, if you have anything to spare in those grande, pesada cojones after you’re done with her, give me a turn!” she offered with a wink.
“Yeah, sure thing!” Pete replied, turning to admire Carmia’s caramel culo, which elicited a huff of irritation from Carmen.
“Speaking of cojones,” Carmia murmured into the ear of the man she was riding. “You’re getting ready to cum too, aren’t you? Come on now, darling. Don’t pretend you can resist this perfect MILFy body of mine forever. Your dick feels good and all, but she’s certainly not going to stop at two loads before time is up, so I can’t afford to either.”
The man tried to respond, but in a flash Carmia had already crammed one of her boobs into his mouth. Though initially caught off-guard, he shrugged and began sucking and gently gnawing on her sensitive nipple.
“There you go. Good boy,” she cooed with a soft chuckle as she sped up her bouncing. “Don’t think. Don’t hold back. Dejalo salir para Mami. Give Mami what she wants. Drain those heavy fucking balls into me until every last drop of sperm is safely stored inside my stomach.”
Carmen glanced over to the side and saw the cock that Carmia was impaling herself on begin to twitch. Any moment now his nuts were going to contract and he was going to pour everything he had into her mother’s asshole, beating her to the punch again. Time was running out. If she was going to avoid getting humiliatingly smoked out in the opening segment of their contest, she needed to make her move now.
“Pete, espera solo un segundo! Follow my lead!”
“Uh, okay?”
Carmia raised an eyebrow as she heard a flurry of thumps and shuffling behind her, but shook her head as she resisted the urge to turn around and see what futile plan her eldest had come up with to try and get ahead of her.
“No sirve de nada, Carmen! Admitelo! Your mom has you beat!” she thought to herself with a smirk.
“Holy SHIT!” came a surprised grunt from Pete, alongside a newly invigorated chorus of clapping cheeks.
“Th-that’s it! Fucking IMPALE me with that mmmMONSTER until you burst! P-pump your load so d-deep inside that I can t-TASTE it!” Carmen moaned.
“Oh God, this is…this is amazing! I…I can’t take it! Get ready, Carmen! Here it comes!” Pete cried.
“SI, SI, PAPI! DO IT! CUMMMMMMM!” Carmen shrieked.
Carmia whipped her head around, eyes wide. Carmen was laying on her back on the floor, her lower half raised up toward Pete. He had his hands on her thighs and was pushing down her legs while he jackhammered his cock balls-deep into her fat, greedy ass, causing her feet to bracket her head. This modified mating press position gave her daughter the perfect front row seat to watch her stomach swell up slightly with Pete’s hot, sticky seed as his Hyper rod’s piston slams shoved the contents of his creamy load deeper and deeper into her guts. Carmen angled her head so that she could meet her mother’s eye and gave her a wink and a grin. The MILF had to bite back an instinctive enraged growl, her fury at being upstaged at the last second only quelled by her partner finally reaching his limit and giving her her second load of the day.
“Alright, I’ll admit it, hija. That was not a bad comeback,” Carmia said as the Latinas dislodged themselves from their thoroughly drained partners, all four of whom were exhausted and panting for air.
“And you’ve been holding your own better than I ever expected,” Carmen replied, giving her mom a friendly spank and smiling at the visible pleasant shudder that went through her body.
“Well, we’re tied 2 and 2 now, and these boys gave out much faster than I had planned. Estaba seguro de que podrian durar al menos dos rondas cada uno…” the MILF said, prodding one of the volunteers with her foot. “Guess we’re moving to Plan B then.”
“Which is?” Carmen asked, a hint of nervousness in her voice.
Carmia grinned at her, her expression somehow both cheerful and sinister.
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Time Remaining - 00:54:22
“Cripes, it’s freezing out there!” Trevor grumbled to himself as he battled the icy winds outside to shut the door to the shelter behind him. The man had been evicted from his home two months ago and was looking forward to the customary hot meal that this haven from the streets provided. However, as he was discarding his heavy coat and gloves in the entryway, he cocked his head, picking up some unfamiliar noises coming from the cafeteria. Curiously he made his way deeper into the building and poked his head through the double doors that led to the eating area, at which point his eyes practically bulged out of their sockets.
The cafeteria was filled with other men that had come here for food and shelter, but it looked like bread and soup were the last things on their minds. The occupants had split themselves into two orderly lines in front of the serving counter where food was normally dished out, but rather than meals being distributed by kindly employees and volunteers, the only things on offer were two gorgeous, rippling, gigantic, tan-skinned asses. It looked like two women wearing Santa hats and nothing else had lodged their bodies into the space beneath the transparent food shield, leaving their lower halves pointed invitingly toward the cafeteria while their upper halves faced the kitchen, where a quartet of staff members were standing to oversee the process. Every single one of the homeless men had their cocks out, and the lucky two at the fronts of the lines were desperately shoving their lengths in and out, in and out of their asses, clinging to the caramel culos as if their lives depended on it. A makeshift whiteboard sign was posted up next to each of the moaning, squirming, women. The one on the right read “Carmen,” while the one on the left read “Carmia,” and both had the same text written beneath their names.
“After climax, mark 1 and move to back of line.”
Unsure what “mark 1” meant, Trevor took a few tentative steps forward, and his utterly disbelieving eyes finally landed on the meaning behind the message. Both Carmen and Carmia’s asses were dotted with collections of black tally marks, a record written upon their skin in special temporary tattoo markers that another staff member had been experimenting with as to how many loads of sperm had been pumped inside them. It was hard to gauge at a glance, but their totals looked very similar. If this was some sort of competition, it was neck-and-neck.
“Well. Merry fuckin’ Christmas to me,” Trevor said under his breath as he joined one of the lines. Meanwhile, up at the front, someone was having a considerably less holly jolly time.
“Holy shit, girlie! When I said ‘don’t be a stranger,’ I didn’t think you’d take it this far!”
Carmen, hair damp with sweat and body trembling from exertion and excitement at her mother’s insane Public Free Use idea, slumped forward and let out a quiet groan of annoyance.
“Oooooooof course he picked my line instead of Mami’s,” she thought.
Walking up to wrap his wizened hands around her jiggly cheeks and rub his bulbous cockhead up and down against the entrance to her well-used, eternally thirsty asshole was the man at the back of the food line from before all of this carnal chaos had broken out. He had been the most blatant in his gawking at her curves, and with her entire mammoth mocha booty on display like this, now he didn’t even need to pretend to be subtle about it.
“L-look, this wasn’t my idea, okay?!” Carmen said, throwing him a flushed glare over her shoulder. “J-just hurry up and c-cum in me, then move to the back! If I’m gonna beat M-Mami’s score, then I need all of you to b-be quick about it!”
“Sure, sure,” replied the man casually before nodding his head toward the other line. “And is that your, ah, ‘mommy’ over there?”
“Ngh! Gggggod that feels good! Si, si, mas, mas, mas! Empujo dentro lo mas profundo que puedas! Please, I want it! I want it all! Give me that fucking cum!” Carmia moaned as another homeless man shoved his cock into her again and again, rocking her body as much as her counter-trapped position would allow.
“Si, she is. Why?” Carmen asked.
“Damn, she looks like she’s havin’ a lot of fun over there,” the man behind Carmen said, drumming his fingers on her ass. “Maybe I should swap lines.”
“Wh-what?! No!” the Latina protested, gazing up at him wide-eyed.
“Well, if you want me and the rest of us back here to stick with your side, then maybe you shouldn’t act like you don’t wanna be here?” he pointed out with a shrug. “Heck, maybe if you make a show out of how much fun you are, you’ll draw over some people over from her line. That’s just my two cents, though.”
Carmen let out a deep sigh, then turned her head to face forward, shimmied her shoulders, and began to twerk, steadily slapping her cheeks together to bury about half of the man’s impressive rod between them with each impact. His dick began to twitch and throb with excitement as she clapped around him, rhythmically wrapping his hairy, odorous cock in her culo’s round, warm, tender embrace.
“Please…lo necesito…tu polla…por favor…I don’t even know your name, but it doesn’t matter. If you want, I can just call you ‘papi’ while you cram that fat, pent-up cock inside me and bludgeon my guts with it over and over. Please, just fucking use me! Tell your friends I’ll do the same to them! As long as this contest lasts, you can all use my ass like it’s your personal fucking cumdumpster! I’m sure you don’t get many opportunities like this out there on the street! I can practically hear your thick, creamy dickmilk churning in those filthy, heavy balls! No importa cuan sudorosas y sucias esten tus terceras piernas hinchadas! I was BORN for this! I’m here to give you all release! So just hurry up and-FUUUUUUCK!” The man cut off her desperate ramblings by hilting himself inside her.
“Well, thank you very much for all that. It’s nice to feel appreciated every once in a while, you know? Don’t get much of that these days. Oh, and my name’s Lenny, by the way, but if you want to call me papi, I’m sure as hell not gonna stop ya,” he said, continuing his conversational tone even as he rammed her.
Meanwhile, there was a small commotion breaking out over in Carmia’s line.
“Wait, are you serious? You haven’t gotten a turn yet?” one of the men asked the guy in line behind him.
“Nah, I only just got here,” Trevor replied. “They’ve really upped the ante for their holiday offerings around here, huh?”
“Well, shit! I think you’re the only one in this line who hasn’t gotten a turn with ‘er yet. Why don’t you move up toward the front?”
“Really?” Trevor asked.
“Sure! The Christmas season’s all about giving, right? Hey, you guys! This fella here hasn’t gotten a turn yet! Make way!”
With a shuffling of feet and a chorus of mumbled apologies, the line of men parted like the Red Sea, allowing Trevor a clear line of sight on and unobstructed path toward Carmia’s eager and waiting ass.
“Hola, fresh meat,” Carmia greeted warmly, jiggling her mocha clapcake back and forth as Trevor took up position behind her. “You made the right choice joining my line. Mi querida Carmen…well, she’s certainly no virgin amateur, but she has a long way to go before she reaches the level of her mother. Now then, why don’t you show Mami what you have in store for her?”
“Yes, ma’am!” Trevor said eagerly. He pushed the tip of his cock into the rear entrance of her waiting, greedy dump truck. He slid into her slowly, halting for a long moment after the first couple of inches to allow himself to adjust to the incredible sensation, before picking up speed with the rest of his rod’s insertion. Carmia groaned and threw her head back, which sent the conical length of her Santa hat flying back as well.
“Santo Dios! It’s reaching so deep inside of me, gran chico! Come now, make that stiff, pulsing dick a nice, comfortable home in my stomach!”
Trevor began thrusting at a comfortable but unhurried pace, his hips and lengthy pole slamming against her cheeks sending ripples across their surfaces that made the islands of tally marks dance in the ocean of pleasured flesh. His fingertips pressed into her meaty hips, granting him a better handhold on her rocking, bouncing body.
“So much, so much! Tanta polla! Dame mas! You’re filling up mi culo so well with that throbbing, twitching, shoving, ramming, plowing, seeding, AMAZING FUCKING COCK!”
Carmia glanced over to her right to check out Carmen throwing it back on Lenny’s slovenly monster while heaping shrieking compliments upon it. By this point, all four of the staff members had abandoned their overseer duties and were just vigorously jerking off to the two of them. The MILF smirked as she saw her daughter, heart pupils ablaze and mouth hanging open, subtly lean her top half forward, as if trying in vain to wrap her lips around the closest volunteer dick. Drool dripped from her dangling tongue and splashed against the metal surface of the serving counter.
“Ah ah ah, Carmen. This is an anal-only challenge,” Carmia spoke up between grunts. “I know your size queen mind is overwhelmed with lust and just wants you to get packed as full as possible, and it really is adorable, but you have to make do with just the one member for now.”
“But it’s so close…” her fat-assed firstborn whined, ignoring the implicit insults and not taking her hot pink pupils off of the shaft being stroked a few feet away from her countertop-trapped body. “I’m sure I can reach it from here…”
“You really can’t, hija. And besides, I’ve heard tell that you tend to fall quite a bit behind the rest of the girls when it comes to oral?”
“I-it’s not that big a deal! I can take it! It’s not like this guy’s as hung as Simon!”
“Ah, Simon. Such fond memories,” Carmia sighed wistfully. “I was so proud of my little girl for finally landing her first boyfriend after years of stubbornly refusing to put the splendid ass I gave you to good use.”
“He definitely put it to good use, alright,” Carmen mumbled, shuddering at the memories of getting her guts rearranged for the very first time.
“And that cock! What a beast!” Carmia continued. “If only he’d accepted my offer of becoming my personal little plaything! But no, he only had his eyes on your prize. Such a shame. If he’d had any sense in him, he’d have recognized the superiority of this colosal culo of mine.”
“W…wait…” Carmen stuttered, slowly turning to look at her mother. “You tried to take Simon from me?”
“I’m sure I could have if I’d kept at it, but like I said, I was glad you’d finally found a boyfriend after all that time, so I relented rather early in my pursuit. Although…”
“Although?”
The Marvello matriarch grinned wolfishly. “That little playboy couldn’t resist getting a little sample taste of the more mature side.”
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9 MONTHS EARLIER
“Gosh, the bathroom was hard to find,” Simon thought to himself as he released the piss he’d been holding in for far too long. “Hope Carmen’s not mad I’m keeping her waiting…” His gigantic dick twitched at the memory of Carmen’s ass effortlessly enveloping its length, despite it being her first time. As he’d found out over the course of their next few dates, the uptight girl who was obsessed with finding a partner who was interested in her purely romantically was an absolute insatiable freak! “Maybe she’d be interested in performing for the website? I’ll have to ask later.”
As his stream died down and he reached over to flush, he heard a muffled shouting voice approaching, along with marching footsteps stomping up the stairs. The voice sounded similar to Carmen’s, but deeper and more refined.
“How did you lose the tickets, Papi?!”
“Carmen’s parents?!” Simon thought, face paling and body freezing in fear. “They’re supposed to be gone for the night!”
“I’m looking, cabron!” the voice continued, now right outside the door. The doorknob jiggled and began to turn. In his terrified stupor, Simon didn’t have time to pull up his pants or even partially conceal his half-mast member. “I’m checking the bathr-!“
Carmia’s shout to her husband downstairs faltered and died as she laid eyes on the well-endowed dork, staring at her like a deer in headlights with a pale, meaty, delicious-looking tree trunk in his hand. A smile spread across her face as she stepped into the bathroom and closed the door behind her.
“What do we have here?” she purred as she looked him up and down. Simon’s eyes couldn’t help but do the same to her, taking in how her skintight lime green dress accentuated each and every curve. “El nuevo novio de Carmen, si? And what exactly are you doing in my home unannounced?”
“I-I’m sorry, Mrs. Marvello!” he exclaimed, trying to pack himself up and slip past her to get to the door. “W-we thought you two weren’t going to be back until tomorrow morning and-“
“Madre de dios!” Carmia gasped, freezing the nerd in his tracks by reaching out a hand and lightly touching the tip of his cock. “Estas seguro de que eres un nino? A mi me pareces mas a un burro!”
“Oh, you know…” Simon said with a nervous laugh. “Just born gifted, I guess.”
“Mi hija tiene buen gusto,” she thought to herself as she began gently rubbing his shaft up and down. “It’d be a shame to let all this go to waste on her.”
“Listen up, chico. You’ve been using this…monstruo gigante to pound mi Carmen’s jugoso culo, haven’t you?” she asked, fixing him with a piercing stare.
“I-uh, we, er…yes?“ Simon stuttered, sweating under the older Latina’s intense fixation, knowing that one wrong answer could result in her doing unspeakable things to the most vulnerable part of him.
“And I assume you want to keep doing that going forward?” she prompted.
Simon gave her a slow nod.
“Then let’s make a deal. You need to drain these cojones while you’re under my roof? Cum as many times as you like with Carmen. Hell, bust some loads with Mari too, if you feel like it. But always be sure to save at least one helping of thick, sticky cock cream for me. Call it The Madre Tax. Comprende?”
“S-si.”
“Muy bueno. Let’s start now, shall we?” she asked, kicking off her high heels and squatting down in front of him. Placing her hands on his knees, she began gulping down his cock with shockingly little effort or discomfort, sliding his entire length down her throat with ease. Simon white-knuckled the edge of the sink behind him for support while the MILF slurped and sucked his rapidly stiffening rod, gazing steadily up at him all the while. She swiftly brought her face back and forth, back and forth, coming so close to his groin that her chin pressed against his balls. Without ever breaking eye contact with the blonde boy sweating bullets, she reached down one hand and lifted the hem of her dress to her midsection, allowing him a top-down view of her incredible ass, which rippled and bounced every time she brought her top half slamming toward his crotch.
“Holy crap!” Simon groaned, jaw dropping involuntarily. “You’re a pro at this, Mrs. Marvello!”
The Latina drew back and popped his cock out of her mouth. After taking a moment to pant and catch her breath, she smirked up at her daughter’s boyfriend. “Gracias, chico. But you can just call me Carmia. We’re going to get very familiar, after all.” After sticking out her tongue and slapping his cockhead down onto it a few times, she wrapped her mouth around just the tip of his dick and swirled her tongue around and around his sensitive head, eliciting another moan from her new plaything. She chuckled as she pulled it out of her maw once more, rapidly stroking his spit-shined shaft with one hand while planting several kisses directly onto his slit. “Now that my little warm-up’s done-“
“WARM-UP??” Simon thought incredulously, already on the edge of orgasm.
“-let’s get to the main course. We’ll have to be quick, though. We’ve both got people waiting on us.”
A few minutes later, Santiago Marvello was standing downstairs in the kitchen, tapping his foot impatiently as he waited for his wife to complete her search of the upstairs. As he considered asking Carmen, who he knew was also home, to go and help her mother find them, his eyes caught a glimpse of white paper on the kitchen counter, partially obscured by a bowl of fruit. He walked over to investigate, and sure enough, the two tickets they needed were right there, having been lost in the shadows of the overhanging pile of produce.
“Carmia!” he called up the stairs triumphantly. “I found the tickets! Now let’s go or we’ll be late!”
“I’m c-coming, Papi!” came her muffled, slightly strange reply. “I’m COMING!”
Up in the bathroom, Simon was sitting on the closed toilet seat with Carmia in his lap. His fingers dug into her clapping caramel cheeks as she bounced on and rode him, slamming his cock deep into her asshole. Her huge tits squished against his shirtless chest, driving her crazy as her nipples pressed against his surprisingly fit body.
“Holy shit! I can see where Carmen gets it now! Your ass is gonna drive me insane!” Simon said. “Your husband must be the luckiest guy on the planet if he gets to feel this whenever he wants!”
“Mas! Mas rapido! Apurate, por favor!” she moaned into his ear. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck! You’re so fucking huge! I swear I can feel the tip of your cock in the back of my throat! I’m going to enjoy taking my time with you later, but for right now you’ve got to hurry up and cum! Cum! Cum! CUM FOR ME, PAPI!”
“Hold on, Mrs-er, Carmia! Here it comes!” Simon grunted as he clung to her booty for dear life. The MILF clamped her mouth down onto his shoulder to muffle her shriek of pleasure as she came from the sensation of jet after jet of hot, thick nut cream spraying into her. Simon could only thank his lucky stars that she wasn’t a squirter like her daughter, otherwise he’d have even more cleanup to do afterwards and even more difficulty explaining to Carmen what had taken him so long. As his cum geyser’s volume depleted, the gasping, trembling MILF dismounted him, hurriedly pushed her dress back into position, pulled her shoes on, and staggered over toward the bathroom door.
“Muchas gracias!” she whispered to the exhausted mess of a man sitting on the toilet. “Looking forward to next time, Burro Boy.”
With that, she stepped outside and quietly shut the door behind her. Simon heard muffled retreating footsteps as she descended the staircase, along with a casual, dismissive excuse of a reply to her husband’s confused questioning about what had taken her so long up there.
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PRESENT. Time Remaining - 00:38:54
Carmen stared in stunned silence at her mother as she concluded her raunchy reminiscing. “A…are you serious, Mami??”
“Dead serious. And if you think I couldn’t do the exact same thing to your new friend - Lucas, was it? - estas fuera de tu mente.”
Carmen snorted. “Oh, please. He’d never do that! Lucas is nothing like Simon! Plus, he’s HUGE! Correct me if I’m wrong, but my ass has been consistently taking thicker, longer, fatter cocks than yours through this whole contest!”
“Only because you keep claiming the biggest ones first, you little Size Queen!” Carmia protested. Fully embroiled in their argument, neither Latina noticed that Lenny and Trevor’s thrusts had started speeding up. “If I actually had the chance, I could take pollas just as big as yours up my ass, if not bigger! Hell, I could take both Simon and Lucas!”
“I’ve already done that! Both of them have-“
“No no no, tonta hija mia. I could take both Simon and Lucas…at the same time.”
Carmen’s heart eyes rolled in different directions as her mind took that mental image and ran with it. Her mother’s caramel cheeks spread wide from the force of her former partners’ chocolate and vanilla cocks entering her all at once. Her stomach bulging with every thrust from their ludicrous lengths. Their hands reaching out to grope and squeeze her immaculately soft tits and ass. Her wild moans and shouts as each synchronized thrust felt like it would impale her body all the way through. Everything topped off with a delicious ocean of salty nut sludge flooding her guts so thoroughly that it splurted out of her open mouth mid-moan.
As both Latinas’ partners reached a fever pitch in their fucking, Carmia smiled as she side-eyed Carmen, who was currently gurgling wordlessly as she squirted from just the thought that she’d planted in her head.
“Wow. I’ve really outdone myself,” she thought to herself as she watched a torrent of fluid erupt from her firstborn’s pussy, splashing into and across the steel serving counter’s shining surface. “The mid-fuck distraction plan worked well on Leo, but I didn’t think it’d be that much more effective on her. I suppose she did always have a vibrant imagination. Buena para ella.”
It didn’t take long, especially with Carmen’s dramatic orgasmic display, for Lenny and Trevor to burst. Their balls contracted hard in sync as they pumped their loads into the mother-daughter pair. Like many of their brethren who had contributed tally marks to their totals already, it had been quite a while since either man had had the chance to cum, and the girls could immediately tell. Rather than streams of gooey, viscous liquid, their cum emerged as heavy, semi-solid, ovoid projectiles that fired deep inside them. The Latinas let out moaning pleasured cries as they felt their bodies grow physically heavier with each additional cum glob that was splurted into them, all of them bursting into chunky pale stew from the vice-like tightness of their clenching insides. But even amidst this ecstasy, the duo never lost track of their mental counts of exactly how many loads they had taken. They were going to make sure that the winner of this contest was set in undebatable stone.
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Time Remaining - 00:6:56
“W-wait! Wait, hold on! Time out!” Carmen cried, raising up her arms to interrupt the men shuffling in line behind her. She felt her swollen stomach slosh and wobble with even that slightest of movements.
Carmia barked out a laugh as she turned to look at her. “Giving in, Carmen? Admitting defeat so close to the end of the time limit?”
“You wish! No, just…can we have a tally count?” she asked, reaching back a hand to pat her reddened, thoroughly-used ass, which had a whole swarm of tally marks across its circumference. “I wanna see where we both stand now that we’re down to the wire.”
“Hmmm. Not a bad idea,” Carmia mused, gently rubbing her own cheek. “If one of us-not naming any names-has an unbeatable lead, then it’d be best to find out now and save the other one-whoever that may be-the trouble.”
As Carmen rolled her eyes at her unsubtlety, two of the shelter volunteers circled around the serving counter and intimately examined the pair’s cheeks from all angles, tracking their counts on clipboards and comparing notes with each other afterwards to make sure they both got the same result. However, after a few seconds of mumbling to each other, both men froze, then double-checked the totals. Then triple-checked. Then swallowed hard.
“Well?!” Carmen and Carmia asked impatiently at once.
“It…it’s…well-“ one of the employees stammered.
“Oh for-gimme that!” Trevor groaned, reaching out from his spot further back in line to swipe the clipboard from the man’s hand and scan the results of their findings. “You’re tied!”
“What?!” the girls exclaimed before glaring at each other.
“Have you been keeping track of your score in your head?” Carmen demanded.
“Of course!” Carmia replied.
“On the count of three!” Carmen said.
“One, two, three! THIRTY-FOUR! SHIT!” both exclaimed perfectly in sync.
“Alright, desperate times call for desperate measures!” the MILF declared, worming her way out of the counter and bringing all of her extra seed weight with her down to the ground.
“Hey! What are you up to?!” Carmen exclaimed, following her wiggling lead and dropping her heavy, cum-bloated body to the floor.
“You, you, and you!” Carmia declared, pointing at three particular men from Carmen’s line, including Lenny. She then practically flopped into a face-down ass-up position. “All of you, get in here!”
“Th-th-three at once?! Are you insane, Mami?!?” Carmen cried as the chosen men shrugged and gathered around her mother while the rest of the crowd watched on in fascination. “I know Hypers can take a lot, but that’s-!”
“It’s just enough to prove once and for all that I’m the greatest in every category there is!” Carmia declared. “So, hija? Will you meet my challenge, or accept your loss?”
Carmen groaned in equal parts irritation and hesitation before exhaling and setting her jaw. “You, you, and you!” she ordered, pointing at the two staff members and Trevor before assuming the same position as Carmia.
“Esa es mi chica!” Carmia said proudly, even as she hissed from the feeling of three large, swollen cockheads pressing up against her rear entrance at once. “One final test to crown the real Booty Queen Of Velvet City! May the best culo win!”
“D-don’t you worry!” Carmen groaned as the men knelt down next to each other and began sliding their tips past her cheeks. “I WILLLLLL!”
As the timer hit 5 minutes remaining on the dot, a pair of wailing screams echoed throughout the shelter’s cafeteria, accompanied by an excited roar from the destitute men watching the show, stroking themselves to the sight of the carnal contest’s climactic culmination.
“Fuh-ffffuh-fffffffuuuuuucccccckkkkk!” Carmen groaned, her brain barely able to piece together even that single word. Heart pupils blazing, she clenched her fists hard as she felt her ass stretched to its very limit. Her already engorged stomach had a new protrusion as the united trio of cockheads barged their way into her insides and began slowly pounding them into mush. She whined and gurgled, saliva pooling onto the dining room floor from her agape mouth.
“Ghh-gguuhhh-goooooooooooddddd!” Carmia moaned, her own eyes finally giving in and reverting to cartoony pink hearts. She panted and let out little pleasured sounds mixed with delirious laughter as her brain was scrambled from raw overstimulation. All sorts of wet glorping noises emerged from her booty as the unified triad of dicks plunged into it over and over, struggling to reach the farthest depths of their unbelievably tight environment.
“Guh-gonna-ddddie!” Carmen managed, sweat pouring down her face. “To-tooooo-MMMMMMuch!”
Carmia’s bleary eyes slowly drifted over toward her daughter. Unless she was delirious from the mind-frying innard invasion, she’d just heard her admit that she was at her limit! Now was her chance! Forcing all of her available energy and remaining conscious willpower toward her mouth, she forced out the words that she knew would seal the deal.
“P-pppeeee-PETE! I-iiiiiIN! T-TOO!”
Behind the counter, Pete jumped and looked down at the at-capacity MILF. “Oh! Um. Are you sure? I don’t know if-“
“Nnnnuuuuuhhhhh-n-NO! TIIIIME! IIIINNNN!”
“Well…I did say I’d give your ass a try later. Just…really not how I imagined it. Alrighty. Make some room, fellas.”
Carmen could only watch in horror and awe as Carmia’s ass, against all rules and laws of nature and anatomy, managed to just barely squeeze a fourth cock into its embrace without fully tearing asunder. Her mother was barely able to enunciate even single syllables anymore, reduced to garbled shrieking as she came the moment Pete jammed his way into the pile, but she knew it didn’t matter. Her own ass was stuffed full as it was. There was no chance she could pull off the same stunt. Carmia had won. She had proven once and for all, in every possible aspect, that Mami knew best. Right as the timer hit 0, a chain reaction occurred where all of the men stuffed inside the Latinas came within seconds of each other. All thoughts of shock and disappointment and envy and fury in Carmen, as well as those of elation and pride and gloating and satisfaction in Carmia, were wiped clean by the milky white tidal wave in their stomachs, a victory lap dessert extravaganza and consolation prize all in one.
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EPILOGUE
“Feliz Navidad! Cheers!”
Glasses clinked as the six members, official or otherwise, of the Marvello family sitting around the decked-out dinner table toasted their drinks together. On one of the long sides of the rectangular table sat Carmen and Mari, both dressed in comfy sweaters, the former’s dark green and the latter’s white with zig-zagging lines of horizontal green and red dots. On the short side to Mari’s right sat Kelsie in a hot pink, unusually modest turtleneck. On the short side to Carmen’s left sat Raven in a yellow corduroy, with her hair kept at bay by a matching yellow bandana tied around her forehead. And on the long side opposite the sisters by blood were Carmia and Santiago, wearing matching, dark red, hilariously ugly sweaters with pictures of Mr. and Mrs. Claus on them. The dinner on the whole was a wonderful holiday affair, filled with delicious hot food, stories told, and heartwarming family bonding. It wasn’t until the meal started winding down that the final card was put into play.
“It’s so nice to have everybody here! I feel like we haven’t gotten to spend much time together as a family this year!” Santiago declared between his last few bites of turkey. “But then again, Carmia tells me she’s been having some quality one-on-one bonding time with all of you girls! Makes me a little jealous, really.”
“Uh, yeah, that’s right, Papi…lots of mother-daughter bonding these last few months…heh heh…” Mari said awkwardly as she rubbed the back of her neck. Carmen silently fumed as she squinted across the table at Carmia, who took a smug sip of her glass of wine. Raven reached down to pat her half-sister’s thigh consolingly. While the other three hadn’t exactly been pleased about losing, their losses were all long enough ago that they could at least look back on the whole thing and laugh. As both the last bastion for their generation’s pride and the one whose contest was the most recent, Carmen still wasn’t over it, and had had some very choice words that she’d put into the group chat in the aftermath. Kelsie couldn’t contain a snort of laughter at her bestie’s indignant rage. This earned the PAWG her own withering glare, which she replied to with a kissy face and a wink. Carmia and Santiago shared a strange sidelong look which made Mari tilt her head before the MILF cleared her throat and spoke up.
“Well, that was an excellent meal. Muchas gracias por tu ayuda en la cocina, hijas. Now then. Who’s ready for dessert?”
“I am!” Kelsie declared.
“Sure, I could go for some,” Carmen agreed after a deep breath. Mari and Raven nodded as well.
“Excelente! I’ve ordered something extra special for the holiday occasion. It should be here any moment…” Carmia continued as she reached down into her sweatpants pocket, pulled out her phone, and texted three simple letters to a number she’d recently added to her Contacts.
“NOW.”
“Knock knock! How’s everybody doin’ in here?” came a familiar voice that accompanied the sound of the Marvello house’s front door swinging open. Everyone turned to look, but Raven in particular whipped her head around, her eyes widening in surprise.
“Leo?!”
“Whassup? Merry Christmas, everybody!” Leo said cockily as he strolled up to the table like he owned the place. He was wearing a full Santa costume (a traditional one, not a slutty one like what Carmen and Carmia had been wearing), complete with ill-fitting fake beard, which elicited laughs from those around the table. “I’m here to deliver Carmia’s special present to all y’all!”
“Really? Where is it?” Raven asked with a curious eyebrow raised, scanning him up and down. He didn’t seem to have brought a single bag or box with him.
Instead of answering, Leo turned back toward the entrance to the house and held up a hand to his mouth. “C’mon in, guys!” he shouted.
Once again, there was the sound of the front door swinging open, but now it was accompanied by a noisy procession of stomping and clomping boots. Everyone sitting around the table save for Santiago and Carmia had a heart attack as a whole array of familiar faces entered the room and crowded around the table. Colin, Flynn, and Matthew from the Curvy Rhode. Steven, Marcus, Leighton, and Stewart from the camping trip. A whole host of performers from The Pendulum. And of course, Pete, Trevor, Lenny, and a wide selection of volunteers and guests from the homeless shelter. All four daughters flapped their mouths uselessly like fish before Mari finally managed to get out a word.
“H-how?”
“Oh, it wasn’t too hard. After our little get-togethers, they were really quite eager to respond to my requests,” Carmia explained dismissively as she gathered up everyone’s dirty plates and silverware and placed them in a pile in the kitchen sink. Grabbing the grinning Santiago’s hand, she pulled him up out of his chair and escorted him through the crowd of hungry-looking men, which parted effortlessly before them. Once the couple had reached the minimum safe distance, they stopped and looked back at their girls, who were starting to blush and lick their lips as they gazed in awe upon the ocean of stiffening cocks. “Some of them had to drive quite a ways to get here on time, so be sure to make it worth their while, okay, chicas?”
At the smattering of “Yes, Mami”s and “Si, Mami”s, she nodded her head in satisfaction and clapped her hands. “Alright then. Have fun, boys!”
In an instant, the crowd descended upon them like a torrential human flood, pulling them from their chairs, reaching out clutching hands to grope wherever there was a free space on their bodies, and violently discarding both their own pants and every scrap of clothing the girls were wearing.
Mari let out shrieks of pleasure as Pete, laying on his back on the floor, wrapped his hands around her waist and slammed her pussy up and down on his dick. These cries of joy were rather muffled as Stewart and Marcus, standing on either side of her cowgirl ride, jammed both of their cocks into her mouth at the same time. She glurked and gargled as she tried to unhinge her jaw to allow as much of both of their lengths into her throat as possible, but mostly succeeded in just spilling drool all over the front of her body. Much of this saliva fell into and pooled in her cleavage, which was currently being fucked roughshod by Colin, sitting in front of her in what had previously been her chair. Her hands squeezed her pillowy pride and joy together, managing to engulf his impressive length in their warm, slick embrace. The shelter volunteers couldn’t look away, awaiting their own turns with her titanic tits.
Raven’s feet weren’t even touching the ground, this typically metaphorical sensation brought to reality by her being pinned and suspended between Steven and Lenny’s dicks in an anal spitroasting session. Her half-lidded eyes rolled in different directions as her body was pushed forward and back by the dicks slamming themselves into her mouth and ass from opposing directions in a steady, alternating rhythm. A fair number of male strippers stood on either side of the trio, approaching the gap between the jock and hobo to either press and slap their long, meaty cocks against the mixed girl’s back, face, and bouncing booty, or to grab her limply dangling arms and encourage her to stroke them off. She did so entirely automatically, her mind foggy and scrambled by joy and the overpowering scent of stiff, warm, musky dicks. She was so out of it that she didn’t even bother to question where Leo had gone.
Kelsie was laid out flat on her back, her pale, chubby body sandwiched between Matthew and Trevor as they shoved their thick, throbbing rods into her ass and pussy, pistoning in and out of her wet, tight holes like well-oiled fuck machines. The blonde’s head was craned upward and back, allowing Leo, who was down on his knees in front of her, to complete the triple penetration trifecta by sliding his cock down her throat. Wrapping his arms around her torso, Trevor buried his head between her boobs, licking and sucking on every square inch of the sensitive, bouncing melons that he could reach. The PAWG’s hands were down on the floor, digging her pink-painted nails into the carpet beneath her in an attempt to keep a foothold in reality and not go completely insane from either the spectacular slam-fucking her body was enduring, or the encircling swarm of eagerly masturbating hobos, all waiting for their turns with her.
Carmen was on all fours, her heart-dotted eyes rolling as her body rocked from the thrusts into it from all directions. Flynn was on his knees in front of her, his hands planted on either side of her head while he fucked her throat, savoring her gagging moans and grunts. Laying on his back beneath her, Leighton held on tightly to her hips while he rammed his cock up into her pussy. And behind her, two Pendulum performers crouched down side by side so that they could both grope and spank and squeeze and fuck her ass at the same time. Many of their coworkers were lined up behind them, literally throbbing with anticipation. She wanted to hold onto something to steady herself from the relentless barrage pounding all of her holes, but the best she could do was squeeze her grip tightly around the shafts of the two hobos on either side of her that had grabbed her hands and placed them onto their dicks so she could jerk them off.
“Quite the show, eh?” Carmia murmured as she leaned down to Santiago’s ear, stroking the diminutive man’s disproportionately enormous member all the while. Both of their eyes were locked onto the shameless, slurping, plapping group sex display, as well as their daughters’ beautiful, rippling, bouncing bodies. “Well, don’t forget that my assets are officially better than any of theirs, and now you get to have them all to yourself.”
“Mi querida? This is the best Christmas present I’ve ever received,” he murmured back to his wife before turning and pulling her into a long, deep kiss.
“Shall we take this back to our room?” Carmia asked. “They’ll be at it for quite a while, so we can come back and enjoy the show at our leisure.”
“Sounds like a plan. Lead the way, carino!”
For a while afterwards, the echoing wet, sloppy chorus of slapping and clapping flesh in the Marvello family dining room was joined by a second set of moans and grunts, as Carmia sprawled out on her bed and let her husband go to town on her pussy while grabbing and massaging her mature, MILFy tits. Her grin never fell once, showering her beloved hubby with praise and begs for more. For in all the world, no matter how many incredibly pleasurable Hyper cocks were out there for her to enjoy in all of her holes, she knew that his was the perfect one for her. And she knew best, after all.