Christmas eve setteled over the apartment with a welcoming embrace
Ethan stood in the doorway of the living room, excited for what the day has to offer
He has been waiting for this special day to finally test his constitution to it’s full limit
And that day has finally come. The system had delivered the christmas dresses earlier that afternoon. Just five short deep red pieces of velvet that barely qualified as clothing, trimmed with thin white fur at the hem and neckline
It clung to every curve, stopping high on the thigh, and dipped low enough at the front that the soft weight of the girls breasts threatened to spill free on accident.
The sixth dress, delivered on further notice, was natasha’s.
Yes, natasha.
Ethan and margaret had assumed that the catgirlified peter, or what remained of him, was just a creature acting on its own sexual desires
Much to their surprise, it actually gave itself a name.
He stood in front of the girls, all clearly sharing his excitement for the day. Margaret wore hers with pride, the fabric stretched tight across her hips and the full undersides of her heavy tits.
She sat on the edge of the low couch with one leg crossed over the other, red sole of her heel dangling, watching him with that half-lidded arrogance she never fully lost; despite the fact she’d been reduced to a moaning mess beneath him every morning since their first fuck.
"Good morning master" she said "we’ve been waiting for hours now, you know, the girls were going to make a mess of themselves" she said, her tone hinting at impatience she herself couldn’t care to hide
It amused ethan, really, especially seeing clara kneeling on the rug at margaret’s feet, the dress ridden, revealing her unmistakable toned thighs.
"I told her we should wait," Clara said, her voice carrying that edge of someone who hated losing, even at waiting. "But someone couldn’t keep her hands to herself." She pointed at mira
"Gosh mira, can’t you stop jerking off your pussy for one minute?" ethan sighed at the mess she’s made.
She was cross legged on the floor near the christmas tree, her ponytail half undone despite the lack of action. One full breast nearly free, she has taken it upon herself to relieve herself of the pleasure at such an early hour afterall.
"Im sorry daddy..I...I couldn’t wait....am I being a naughty girl?" she asked innocently
"No, no. I can’t blame you can I. That angry little thing of your’s has always been needy" he chuckled to himself, some of the girls joined him.
Her blush deepened in embarrassment. But ethan shifted his attention towards lila, the new girl.
She was near the window, the short hem barely covered the soft lower curve of her petite ass. Ethan finds himself half aroused just at the memory of taking her virginity.
Fucking girls is one thing, taking their virginity is even better. He has acquired a taste for it now, and only looks forward to repeating it with more future conquests.
He noticed she was still somewhat resistant to her new environment.
she kept tugging at the hem, then stopping, caught between modesty and the obvious desire to be seen, to be chosen, to recieve her masters love with devotion.
She simply shyly smiled at him, and ethan simply nodded.
"Took you long enough. I was starting to think we’d have to start the orgy without the guest of honor." Sasha cut through the stares as she came from the bathroom, the dress felt even shorter on her tall stature.
Her pussy was practically in full view, and nobody could tell if it was arousal or water that clung to her signature pubic hair.
Margaret pointed at it "Don’t you plan on shaving some day sweetheart"
Sasha replied with a middle finger as she propped herself on the couch adjacent to ethan "My body my choice, bitch"
"Uh, vulgar?" margaret replied
"Ay ay, girls. No need to ruin the mood" ethan shut them down before any further arguments Follow the newest chapters on g.com.
"Indeed, no need to crash the party so early..." Margaret nodded, not looking at her.
She rose from the couch in one smooth motion, the short dress riding up the backs of her thighs, revealing the fact that she wore nothing underneath. none of the girls did.
She walked to Ethan, close enough that the soft press of her tits brushed his chest through the velvet, and reached down to palm him through his clothes with confidence infront of everyone
"The girls can’t wait any longer for their master" she murmured, squeezing just enough to make him groan "Do you plan on keeping them waiting any longer?"
He smirked and pulled out his 20 cm cock, the girls gathered around it instantly, mesmerized. Even little natasha gave out a little moan at the sight.
She turned back to the room, still stroking, now raw, addressing them in unison "Clara, stop pouting. Let’s see who takes him deepest"
"Mira, stop squeezing your thighs together like a virgin" she pointed at her "open them wide, lets see how wet you are"
Mira complies immediately, ethan gives her a wink of approval
"Sasha, lose the attitude or I’ll make you watch while everyone else gets fucked" she says, avoiding her.
Before sasha could say anything, ethan pulled margaret by the nipple tip towards him "hey, we said enough, didn’t we?"
Margaret moaned at his touch, and nodded mischievously, her strokes faster now.
Ethan clapped towards lila "Lila, come here darling, we wouldn’t want you to miss the action"
He then looked down at natasha "natasha..." he paused, a fond smile played at his lips "good girl. Keep doing what you’re doing" he said, seeing her already aroused, legs spread wide open.
When he gestured for the girls to gather around his knees, he noticed mira’s eyes going wide as she stared at his cock in curious disbelief.
"It’s... even bigger than before..."
"Right, it’s like daddy has a puberty spurt every week" Clara said, already reaching out to wrap her hand around the base, measuring him against her palm with aroused assessment.
"I..wonder how much bigger it’ll get" clara adds
"Let me taste," Mira whispered desperately. "Please, can I taste first? I’ll be good, I won’t take long"
"You’ll all tas—"
Margaret guided Clara’s hand away with a firm grip on her wrist, interrupting ethan before he could speak
"You’ll all taste. But I said I go first, and I meant it." She turned back to Ethan, pressing her lips to his ear.
"I want them watching while you ruin me. I want them to see what it looks like when you actually know how to take this cock. Let them watch, let them learn...."
Swiftly, and almost hastily, she turned and bent over the arm of the couch, pulling the short red chrismtass dress up over her hips, her ass cheeks clashing obscenely at her haste.
The soft, already-slick folds of her pussy were fully on display, the faint sheen of arousal catching the warm light of the tree.
She looked back over her shoulder at him, then at the other girls who had gone still and watchful. "Watch," Margaret commanded them. "Watch and learn how a woman takes her master."
Ethan stepped in behind her, guided himself to her entrance, and pushed in with one long, steady stroke. Margaret’s breath left her in a low, broken sound that was still somehow regal, her fingers curling into the couch cushion.
He gave her a moment to adjust to the thicker length, feeling her walls flutter and yield around him, then started moving with deep, deliberate thrusts that made the soft flesh of her ass ripple each time his hips met hers.
"Fuck," Clara muttered, crawling closer until she could kneel right beside Margaret’s face, watching the way Ethan’s cock disappeared into her over and over.
"Ngh~...." Margaret gasped, her voice cracking under the force of Ethan’s thrusts. "Just... fucking watch. See how... how deep..."
Mira pressed herself against Ethan’s side, one hand reaching down to cup and squeeze his balls while he fucked Margaret, her ponytail brushing his shoulder as she murmured, "Can I go next, daddy?"
"Ofcourse, my love" Ethan grunted, as Mira’s hand slid between Margaret’s legs, finding her reddened clit. This chapter is updated first at g.com.
"Nnn-gh...." Margaret groaned, cumming hard with a sharp muffeled cry that sounded almost angry, pussy clampingdown hard around his cock, her back arching further like a bow.
"A-AHHHHHH...." She moaned shamelessly as the girls watched, some of them already masturbating, other’s anticipating their turn impatiently
Ethan kept going through her orgasm, using the tight, fluttering heat until she was shaking and oversensitive, pushing her past the edge of comfort into something raw and overwhelming.
Sasha chuckled a little to herself, finding amusement in margaret’s undoing
When he pulled out wetly, Margaret collapsed against the couch arm "Next," he managed, his voice hoarse but still carrying command. "Clara, show me what you got for daddy"
Clara was already positioning herself, competitive instinct driving her to outdo what they’d just witnessed.
She lay back on the soft rug, pulling her dress up under her tits with athletic efficiency, legs spread wide and knees bent, feet flat on the floor. "I can take more," she said, challenging both her master and margaret directly.
"I can take it all the way. I won’t tap out like—"
Ethan pushed into her immediately
"O-Ohhhh...." She moaned as it secured it’s placed inside her tight pussy.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, heels digging in, and met his thrusts with upward rolls of her hips that took him deeper, her abdominal muscles flexing with each movement.
"See?" she gasped, smug even as her eyes watered, barely composed enough to speak "See how deep? I can take the... the whole thing... every inch..."
Mira straddled Clara’s face almost immediately, lowering her already-slick pussy down, her ponytail brushing Clara’s stomach, she couldn’t wait any longer.
Clara’s tongue darted out, eager even in her aroused haze, and the wet, muffled sounds of her licking mixed with the deeper rhythm of Ethan’s thrusts.
Slurp...slurp...slurp
Mira rode her face with gentle, rolling movements, her hands braced on Clara’s tits, her eyes fixed on Ethan with worshipful devotion.
When Clara came, it was with her thighs trembling hard around Ethan’s waist, her competitive pride dissolving into broken moans against Mira’s pussy.
Ethan held himself deep and activated the Sperm Splinter, gripping the base of his cock firmly as the orgasm hit.
The release split with supernatural force; thick ropes flooding Clara’s cunt while a simultaneous pulse of cum arced upward, splashing across Mira’s lower stomach and the soft undersides of her tits where she still straddled Clara’s face.
Both girls moaned at the sudden wet heat, Mira looking down at the mess on her skin with wide, fascinated eyes.
The cum then left their needy holes and spread amongst the rest of the girls, shattering lila in particular, who was taken by surprise. "A-AHHHHHHHHH...." She screamed as she orgasmed herself from the sudden violent intrusion
"It... it went through the fabric," she whispered, touching the streaks leaking from her pussy
"Move," Sasha said, ethan’s cum leaking out of her holes as she looks at him with hungry eyes "My turn....daddy, If they’re all done showing off."
Ethan turned to her, still hard, still thick, the system upgrades keeping him ready. Sasha tried to maintain her cool, leaning against the arm of the chair with deliberate casualness, but her hands were shaking as she pulled her dress up.
Margaret, still hazed from it all, gave her ass cheek a good spank as she chuckled "good girl, sasha, you’re learning your place in front of your master"
"Fuck you," Sasha said, but it lacked bite, especially when Ethan pushed into her in one smooth thrust that made her head fall back with a thud against the chair.
He bent her over the arm, taking her from behind, and Sasha bit her lip hard, refusing to make noise even as her body responded, her pussy gripping him in tight, rhythmic pulses.
Ethan adjusted his angle, hitting deeper, and Sasha’s composure shattered.
"Oh fuck," she gasped, "Oh fuck, right there, don’t stop, please don’t fucking stop— Don’t you ever stop, daddy~"