John had to admit, Hannah had an impressive house. It was closer to the edge of town. Driving up, he passed through tightly packed American Squares. But between one block and another, there was a sudden expansion of space and the architecture turned to the more classically “rich person” styles. Hannah's home was a classic Colonial with seven windows along the second floor and Ionic pillars framing the door. The entire thing was a shining white except for the front door which had been painted a deep red. It felt somewhat like entering some sort of beasts cave. He pulled his car up around the circular driveway and parked just beyond the stairs leading up to the porch. Getting out, he looked at the acres of neatly cut grass around him and shaped hedges that would have put most English gardeners to shape and realized he was a little overwhelmed.
Tugging on his tie and straightening his dark blue, button-down shirt, he tried to calm himself. The vague fantasies of have Hannah throw herself at him continued to dance in the back of his head. Once he was done preening, he reached in and pulled the bottle of mid-priced red wine from the brown paper bottle. The receipt clung to the edge and he pried it off. No doubt, his professor would have far more expensive bottles but he felt naked visiting without at least some gift. It wouldn't be proper.
John stalled as long as he could. Then he took a deep breath, mentally prepared for the worse, and headed up to the front door. His shoes tapped loudly against the marble stairs. At the door, he hesitated with the knocker or the doorbell.
Ruth opened the door before he could decide.
“Oh, hello, I—”
Ruth was wearing a white miniskirt and a pink cropped sweater. The sweeping curves of the sweater seemed to hang off her small, perky breasts before spreading open to reveal the thin, draped material of her blouse underneath. He saw no hint of bra or even a corset, just the rippled of skin along naked teenage flesh and the swell of breasts that begged to be touched.
His throat suddenly dry, he glanced down and followed the curves to the stretchy material of a skirt that clung to her hips and delved delightfully between her legs. A pair of high heels arched her legs, causing them to steal his breath away as he stared at her in shock. It was nothing like the jeans she wore earlier and he found himself already aching to have her brush up against him. Ruth smiled and leaned on the door, a movement that caused her sweet tit to squeeze against the wood and a puffy nipple to tent the sweater. “Hello, Mr Woods.”
His mouth hung open in surprised.
Rush grinned and used her figure to gesture himself. “Come on, everyone is waiting for you.”
“I-I brought this,” he said holding up the wine bottle.
Ruth's eyes glittered. She gave him a wink as she ran a hand down her side, briefly cupping her breast before sliding down to her hip. “You don't need to get me drunk, Mr Woods.”
Distinct aware that he was looking at girl who could get him arrested, John cleared his throat.
She grinned and then stepped back. “Mom!”
Somehow, the way she yelled for her mother was so typical of a teenager, it almost caused him a headache with the comparison of the tight clothes around her slender and utterly forbidden body.
Hannah called out from the the side. “Bring him into the kitchen and then go tell her your sister we have our guest!”
Ruth smirked at him and rolled her eyes. “Is she this bossy at work?”
John shrugged and then nodded.
“Go on, through the dining room and then first left.”
“Thank you.”
Ruth headed toward a large staircase leading up to the second floor. At the bottom, she paused and looked over her shoulder at him and then bent over.
Her skirt rose up her trim thighs and he was unable to look away. Like a train accident, he was frozen in place as the bottom hem stretched around the bottom of her cheeks and then popped over the edge to reveal a pair of firm buttocks.
And between them, uncovered by neither underwear or any cloth, was a pair of hairless pussy lips. They were pink and swollen. Each one looked like a fat finger pressing together, except for a little fringe of labia that peeked out along the middle and a noticeable bump of her clitoris at the top.
John's cock almost exploded in his pants.
Ruth smirked before she straightened. Her hips swayed as she continued up the stairs, slowly pulling the skirt down over her cheeks.
“Oh,” John said, “I'm going straight to hell. Straight to bloody hell.”
He gripped the bottle tightly and followed her directions. The dining room table was a large, glass-topped table with four plates already set up. Three of them were on the near side, which seemed a bit off, but he guessed it was the heavy-looking credenza on the other side that made it uncomfortable. Passing through, he hurried to the kitchen. He pushed the swinging door open, right in time for his second surprise.
Hannah wore a black dress that was tighter than anything he had seen his advisor before. Even though her back was to him, there was no question about her perfectly plumb ass as the ripples of material moved with every step she made. A white belt hung off her hips, the back of it dangling down as an arrow into the valley of her cheeks almost as a guiding light.
He had never seen her in anything less than stern and his brain almost exploded, the sight of Ruth faded but wasn't forgotten.
Then she turned around. The front of her dress had a deep scoop that framed her large breasts almost perfectly. Her large tits, almost white against the black material, were snugly held in place but gave the impression of some fathomless depths of a trench. They were the breasts he could worship at, ones that he wanted to grab, to fuck, or simply press his face into.
Hannah looked at him up and down. She was appraising him, measuring him like a hunk of meat. It was both exhilarating and also terrifying at the same time.
He couldn't move as he stared at her body. She was intensely beautiful, even twenty years his senior. He didn't know if the formula still had its effect, but he silently prayed to God that it would be. Though, he couldn't imagine how he could have a chance at seeing more of her body with her two daughters upstairs.
“That for us?”
“Y-Yes, it's a Merlot.”
“Bring it up, we can open it up. I have some cheese that would be perfect for it.” Hannah's voice was softer and more sultry than ever. She opened up the fridge as he approached and then bent over again, the material of her dress tightening around her buttocks and framing the valley between her legs delightfully.
If he was chased out of the house at that moment, John would have had masturbation material for years.
When she straightened, the cool air of the fridge had caused her large nipples to tent the material of her dress. They were dangerously close to the edge of her collar, close enough he could reach over and “accidentally” tug them down. Not that he would, he was a proper gentleman.
“Let's see what we have here,” she purred. She walked around until her back was the door and up against the island that stood in the center of the kitchen. She plucked the bottle from his hand and gave it a cursory glance.
Hannah set it aside and turned back to him.
John tensed.
She looked straight into his eyes.
Then reached down to cup his cock.
He froze as her fingers trace along his hard length. Images of being humiliated, fired, or raped all flashed across his mind.
Hannah smiled but her eyes never left his. “Good size, I was hoping but good to confirm.” Her fingertips explored his helmet through his trousers and then traced down both sides of his aching shaft. “About how long?”
His throat almost refused to let the words out. “Seventeen centimeters. Um, seven inches?”
Her smile grew more hungry and he could see a fierceness fighting the glazed look in her eyes. “Just the perfect length, not too much to hurt me but just enough to fill me up.” She let out a moan as she cupped his balls. “Think you could come more than once tonight?”
He wasn't exactly multi-orgasmic, but with a beautiful woman stroking his manhood, he was sure he would have two. “Y-Yes.”
Hannah's grip tightened on his balls. “Say it like a man.”
He cleared his throat. “For you, yes.”
“Well, not just for me.” Her gaze glanced up if she was thinking. “There is twenty years apart between us and I'm a bit on the mature side. But the girls—”
His cock grew painfully hard even as a surreal feeling draped over him.
Hannah grinned. “Like the idea of shoving this into my little girls?”
She stroked his length as he struggled with the words.
There was nothing he could say. It was illegal and he knew it, but Ruth's pussy lips were still burned into his memory and her mother was pumping his cock.
It was a trap, it had to be.
“You ever stare at my tits, John?” Hannah said, her eyes still locked on him. She brought her other hand forward, pushing up her large breasts as she dug for his zipper.
He couldn't help but stare at them.
“I know you have. I bet you've thought about putting this hard rod between them and fucking them, haven't you?”
He let out a shuddering breath as she pulled his zipper down and fished out his cock. He didn't need to look down to know it was hot and swollen, almost the point of bursting. The familiar smell of his excitement, the musky sweetness, rose up.
Hannah took a deep breath. Then, she lowered herself to her knees.
“Oh fuck,” John gasped.
“Later,” said his advisor. She got on her knees and then finally broke the gaze to look at his cock, pumping it slowly as her fingers grew slick with his pre-cum. “It's beautiful. Perfect.”
The words escaped him. There was too many things happening at once and he couldn't concentrate with her stroking his shaft.
“You want to fuck my tits, John?”
He looked down at her, seeing a beautiful woman with the perfect breasts just begging to be fucked. He nodded. “So much,” he said before he realized the words were coming out.
Hannah used her free hand to tug the bottom of her collar down, pulling them off two puffy nipples. Then, she lifted herself up enough to angle his cock down into her valley.
At the first touch of her soft, hot skin, he let out a moan. His knees started to buckle until he grabbed the edge of the counter behind her.
“Push in, John.”
He had to obey, his hormones and her command drove him without his logical thoughts being involved. His cock slipped into the tight valley of her tits. His pre-cum smeared the way as he felt the firm pressure enveloping his length. He went as far as friction would allow him and then stopped.
“Keep going. I want to feel your balls on my nipples.”
John grabbed the counter with his other hand and then angled himself to pry himself out of her tight valley and then slide it back in. It was just as tight before, but slick with his juices. His cock sank deeper into the valley.
She moaned and reached up to stroke his legs, pulling him closer.
He shoved his cock deeper into her valley, burying his entire length into the tight vice until his balls ground against the incredibly soft skin of her tits.
“Oh, perfect. That's it, fuck my tits, John. I want to feel your cum all over them.”
His length pulsed with the thought. Breathing hard, he pulled back and thrust again, smearing pre-cum everywhere as he plunged his length back into her cleavage. Every stroke made it slicker and the wet sounds and her moans drifted up from the the island.
It didn't take long before he felt himself getting close. It had been so long since he had a woman and he had never shoved his dick between a perfect set of tits before. He thrust harder, grinding his balls into her valley before pulling out.
Her moans continued to rise and fall but her hands never left the back of his thighs. She was pulling him into her as much as he was fucking her.
The kitchen door creaked open. “John?”
It was Ester.
John froze, his cock half buried in her mother's cleavage as he stared at her in shock. He tightened his grip on the counter and inched closer, pinning Hannah against the island.
“Have you seen my mother?” Like the other two, Ester wore a fancy dress. Hers was bright red with a plunge V-collar that showed off her equally large breasts. It had a swoop of fabric that parted just at her thighs, giving hints of her beautiful legs higher up that he thought was possible to see. Her brown hair had been teased up and there were jeweled pins sparkling in the light.
John struggled to contain his breathing. He couldn't explain that he was buried in Hannah's breasts.
Below, Hannah stroked his cock, pumping him as if she wanted him to cum into her cleavage even as her daughter watched.
“John?”
“Uh… I haven't seen… she stepped out.”
Hannah pulled his cock from his cleavage. Inwardly, he despaired at not being able to cum between perfect tits. Then his cock head was enveloped in a wet heat that could only be her mouth.
Intense pleasure flooded through his body as she suckled at the end. He gripped the counter tighter.
Ester looked at him curiously and then stepped forward, her body swaying. She approached from the other side of the island.
Afraid of being caught, John pushed himself up to the island. His cock slid deep into Hannah's mouth and the back of her head thumped against the island. He blushed hotly.
“Is there something wrong?”
“No!”
Hannah didn't push him away. Instead she pulled him even tighter against her body, forcing his cock deep into her mouth until his entire length was swallowed up by her lips and he could feel the back of her throat tickling his cock.
The pleasure was overwhelming and he fought back his moan.
Ester trailed a finger along the bottom of her collar, exposing more of her teenage breast to his view. “Well, since she's not here. Think you could sit next to me tonight? I'd like to get to know you more.”
Hannah gulped at his cock and he sank deep into her lips. She pulled him close and held him tight, not letting him draw back.
“S-Sure!”
“Good. Trust me, I think you're going to like desert.” She winked. “It's finger licking good.”
John's mouth opened but he was fighting the cum that threatened to explode from him. He didn't know how Hannah would respond to him blasting directly into her throat, but he strained with all his might to keep from finding out.
He nodded. “Yes, I'd love it.”
“Good,” she purred. Then she pulled the fabric away from her generous, full breasts and he was given a second look at forbidden flesh. Her tit was perfect, large enough to spill out of his hand but with a puffy nipple that was standing and begging to be sucked. “Trust me, you are going to love it.”
It was too much for him: the idea of Ruth's bare pussy, Ester's naked breast, or his entire length plunged into Hannah's mouth. Three beautiful woman. He came hard, spraying into Hannah's mouth even as he ogled her daughter's body.
“I'll see if she's in the garage.”
He watched as she left, his cock spraying again and again into Hannah's mouth. As soon as the swinging door closed, he let out a gasp and stepped back. Too late, he didn't realize he wasn't done coming and a rope of his cum splattered against Hannah's face.
She grabbed it and aimed it down as the last strand splattered against her cleavage, the bright white cum joining with the two streams that oozed out from the corners of her mouth to puddle into the valley of her pre-cum slicked tits.
John panted as he stared at her, his cock surging in her grip.
Hannah's eyes flashed for a moment.
He tensed.
She smiled brightly and stroked his length, squeezing out the rest of the cum until it splattered against her tits. The thick ropes were already beginning to liquefy, oozing out of sight as they dribbled into the depths of her cleavage.
Hannah licked his tip and then let out a sigh. “I can't tell you how badly I want to take you up to my room and have you breed me.”
The words caused his cock to surge.
“But, one of the girls should have it instead.”
John stared at her for a long moment, the glow of his orgasm dulling his thoughts. “I-I'm sorry, what?”
Hannah ignored him for a moment, reaching up for a drawer and pulling out a cloth napkin. She used it to dab her face and then wipe her mouth. She held out a hand for him.
He took it and she stood up.
She squirmed. “Oh, dripping.”
“I'm sorry.”
“I am too…”
He tensed again.
“… you're going to need it later.”
“W-What? Why?”
“To breed them, of course,” she said if she was explaining a historical point to correct him. “I'm being greedy, but your cock is so perfect and I want it inside me so badly.”
He found himself still hard at the idea of fucking Hannah. He bet she would moan perfect when he buried his length into her cunt.
But the moment also caused a headache. “You want me to… breed your daughters?”
Hannah nodded. “Of course. Why wouldn't you, they are the right age to bear your children and both of them are more than willing. Hell, I'd call them sluts for what they are wearing.” She smiled. “But for you, it's perfect.”
“They are sixteen.”
She shrugged as she dabbed her cleavage again. “They aren't going to tell anyone. Neither will I. I mean, you don't think they are attractive?”
The words were coming out of his mouth before he could stop them. “Well, yes. They are amazingly beautiful, but—”
Hannah straightened. “No buts, John Woods. I expect you to be balls deep in one of them by the end of the evening. Both, if possible. That's your job, that's their duty, and I will not hear anyone disagree.”
The sharp tone stopped him. He didn't know what to say, but his manhood knew exactly what it wanted. It wanted to be sheathed into both of those nubile, illegal bodies. He could almost feel it and his cock stood up straight with anticipation.
Hannah smiled brightly. Then she squirmed. “Your cum is seeping faster than I thought. Open up the bottle of wine and take it out. They can have half a glass each until I come down.”
Then, as if the matter was settled, she strode out of the room.
He followed, trying to figure if his hearing was completely going or if he had somehow missed a difference between English and American phrasing. At the door, he adjusted his cock and took a long, deep breath to calm down.
When he headed toward the dining room, he promised he would just pretend whatever Hannah said didn't happen. It was for the best for everyone.