They smiled and obediently straightened up, and he slid both hands on their tube tops, peeling them down. The soft stretch of fabric gave way.
They were beautiful.
Susan's tits tumbled free with a bounce. They filled his hand and more. He squeezed, and her plush flesh spilled between his fingers like overripe fruit. Her nipples, deep cherry red, poked out stiffly, brushing his palm and sending a jolt straight to his balls.
On his other side, Hannah's breast fit perfectly in his palm. Not small, but perfect. Smooth and firm, her pale pink nipple tight and shy. He cupped her fully, thumb brushing gently over the peak while she trembled under his touch.
He massaged them both, switching kisses between their mouths, tasting them, hands greedy, cock twitching furiously between their bodies.
Then Susan pulled back, licking her lips.
"Time to taste him, Hannah." Susan declared and started kissing his neck. Hannah did so too, eagerly moving.
Their mouths were everywhere. Dudley felt a pair of lips on his neck, then another brushing along his shoulder. Warm, wet kisses trailed down his chest, playful little licks over his nipples that made him shiver.
Tongues flicked, teased, and when he glanced down, the sight nearly made him stagger.
Both witches were on their descent. Down along his torso, dragging their lips across his abs, tongues swirling lower as they dropped to their knees together, synchronized like the perfect pair they were.
And then they came face-to-face with it.
His cock. Thick, veiny, and standing proud. The same shaft that had taken them both, that had broken their innocence and left them begging for more. That had made them his.
They pivoted slightly on their heels so that each knelt to a side, squatting low, bodies angled toward one another. Their hats remained perched atop their heads, hair cascading around flushed cheeks, their eyes wide and glinting with mischief. One hand each snaked around his back, gripping his ass, and the other dipped down between his legs, cupping and fondling his balls with featherlight teases.
They stared up at him the entire time, lips parted, breathing heavy, pure lust painted across their pretty faces.
Then they struck.
Dudley barely had time to brace before Susan leaned in from the left, her lips landing on the side of his shaft in a hot, plush kiss. Hannah followed from the right, kissing lower along the thick base. They didn't stroke, they didn't jerk, they kissed. Deep, suckling kisses, soft and slow, leaving glossy red lipstick marks like stains of worship along his length.
Red prints bloomed against the flushed skin of his cock. On the shaft, around the base, even above the trimmed patch of his pubes. Their tongues flicked out to tease his balls, licking and rolling them, lathering them in warm spit. Then, without warning, they both rose slightly and met at his crown, each girl taking one side of the cockhead between their lips and sucking.
Frantic, wet, and sloppy. Their spit was dripping down from their chin.
"Mmmmmm…" Hannah moaned, eyes flickering up, watching his expression twist with pleasure. "Let's prep him, Sue…"
Susan's hum vibrated around his cock. "Hmm…"
Their tongues dragged across the full length of his shaft, meeting in the middle and sliding apart again as if they were licking the same lollipop. Their lips followed, up, down, around, smearing kisses along his thickness.
They held him like he was an instrument, and he could feel every glide, every slide, every obscene lick as if it were wired straight to his brain.
Dudley was watching them. Nude tits dangling, flushed faces down at his cock like it was the centerpiece of their Christmas dinner. Their tongues worked in messy, hungry strokes, their kisses sticky and slow, each one drawing a groan out of him. Their lips slid up and down his shaft like they were playing a damn harmonica, and each hot slurp made his vision blur at the edges. He could barely keep his eyes open.
They kissed, rubbed, and polished his cock until it turned red, the skin hypersensitive, coated in a glistening sheen of their mixed-up spit and lipstick. Wet noises filled the room. His balls clenched. His shaft pulsed so hard he thought it was going to explode…
And then, to Dudley's reluctance, they stopped.
They stood up, their tits still out, lips shiny and swollen.
"That was the best gift ever, you two," Dudley confessed. "Loved it."
"Pfft…" Susan wheezed suddenly and eyed her partner in crime. "He thinks that was the gift, Hannah."
"..."
Hannah smiled, shaking her head. "Should we show it to him?"
Susan shrugged. "It's his anyway, why delay it?"
Dudley was speechless, wondering what other gift could there be. He let Hannah and Susan grab his arm each and drag him towards the foot of the bed. They stopped him half a meter from the bed, and made him stand there like a statue.
It can't be… that they…
Dudley watched with his breath stuck in his throat. Hannah and Susan climbed into the bed in front of him, their backs towards him. Side by side, both of them placed their spread knees on the mattress first, their heels wearing feet still dangling off the edge.
Then, giggling, both girls just leaned forward instead of moving further. They put their hands on the mattress, then went lower, and lower, getting in that doggy-style classic, lowering their shoulders until their faces were plastered on the velvet bedsheet, and their asses arched up, high… their mini skirts unable to hide anything.
And there… there was his gift, in naked view.
"Merry Christmas!"
MY FUCKING GOD!
Dudley's hands twitched, staring at their perfect, round asses, presented to him like a showcase. But the gift was between them—butt plugs. Each of them had one, sank deep, only the handles, decorated with red crystals, were visible. Below were their shaved slits, glistening in needy arousal.
Best… Christmas… Ever!
But then, Hannah and Susan both stretched their arms backwards, gripped their asscheeks, and spread them wide for him.
"You took our virginities," Susan said.
"But not this one," Hannah added.
Dudley breathed speechlessly.
Susan continued, her voice heated. "You were our first—first kiss, first blowjob, first sex…"
"Make this our first one, too," Hannah said. "Will you?"
He moved before he thought, lunging forward in primal hunger. His hands landed firmly on their asses, one for each.
They were warm, trembling. He squeezed hard, fingers sinking into soft skin, his thumbs brushing the jeweled ends of their plugs. Susan's ass fit neatly in his grip, firm, shapely, delicious. Hannah's overwhelmed his hand. Soft and vast, it spilled over his palm, the weight and width of it dizzying.
"Girls, I'm not the brightest of the bunch, but if I say no to this… kill me."
He dropped to his knees, like a man in prayer. And worshiped.
He kissed Susan's ass first, soft kisses that deepened with need, then peppered Hannah's fluffy softness with the same admiration. His lips trailed from one cheek to the other, leaving a warm, wet trail over snowy skin, before his fingers found the jeweled plugs again and tapped them lightly.
His cock throbbed at the little clink of finger on gem.
"So, which one should I enter first?"
Susan laughed softly, words muffled by the bedsheets. "Heh… It's a buffet, Dudley. Start wherever you want… as long as you finish it… all."
He groaned low in his chest and slid both hands between their thighs. His fingers traced along their soaked folds, just a touch, just a tease.
"Unghh…" Both witches moaned at the contact. Sharp, helpless sounds. They quivered at the simplest caress.
He realized then, they were too sensitive. The kind of wet that didn't happen in just minutes. How long had they been wearing those plugs? How long had they been waiting for this?
"Accio Lube."
A thick bottle launched itself from his bedside table, flipping neatly through the air before slapping into his palm.
Of course, he had lube. Just because he had access to so many needy witches didn't mean he'd stopped taking care of himself. He knew how to keep things smooth, messy, and merciful. But tonight… mercy would be in short supply.
"Susan, you're second," Dudley said, eyes already glued to the ass in front of him; Hannah.
That perfect, round ass. He'd eaten it before, more than once. He'd had her ride his face, had her thighs wrapped around his ears, smothering him in warm, creamy softness. And now? Now he got to have it all.
He squeezed a thick pump of lube right onto the base of her plug, then smeared it generously around her entrance. The crystal glinted, slippery now, as his fingers circled it, teasingly twisting the base.
"Ah..." Hannah let out a little gasp when he pulled it slowly, loosening the seal.
Then, gripping the jeweled stem, he started to pull.
Her hole resisted at first, clutching tightly, as if refusing to let go. But then, slowly, it stretched wider, surrendering to his steady pressure. Her puckered entrance widened, her hips shaking under his hand, until…
Pop.
The plug slid out with a slick, sticky sound. Dudley inhaled sharply.
"Mmmmmmh… Merlin!" Hannah moaned into the mattress, her voice muffled, trembling. Her whole body quivered in the aftermath.
Dudley held the plug in his hand and stared. It was thick, bigger than most, but still a size or two shy of what he was packing. His cock flexed. They had planned this, prepared themselves, for him. That fact alone sent a thrill down his girthy length.
He looked at her glistening hole. Still twitching. Still open. Shaped by the plug's absence, but already twitching in anticipation of being filled again.
He looked up and saw the way her hair was scattered across the sheets. Saw the way her fingers clutched at the covers, knuckles white.
"Susan," he called.
Susan was up instantly, curious and eager, crawling forward with a delighted grin.
He held the lube up and locked eyes with her. "Do the honors."
"Hehe… With pleasure."
She didn't just pour the lube, she naughtily went to town. Her fingers wrapped around his cock first, coating it in slow, teasing strokes, squeezing the thick shaft as she slicked him up from base to crown. Then, she dipped her fingers between Hannah's cheeks, spreading lube over her twitching hole, gently rubbing it in small circles, making Hannah gasp and squirm.
Susan then grabbed his shaft, lined the head to Hannah's now-lubed back entrance, and held it in place with care.
Dudley pushed. The tight ring of muscle resisted for a moment… then stretched open, painfully snug. His breath stuttered. Her body was gripping him, squeezing his tip like it was trying to hold him out and pull him in at the same time.
He swallowed a groan, his throat tight. Eyes fluttered closed.
It was un-fucking-real. Her ass was a vice, his cockhead compressed tight, swallowed inch by inch in scorching heat. When the crown popped past the rim, it felt like a tight, fevered fist clamping around him. His knees buckled.
The rhythm he started with was slow, controlled, but the sensation was anything but real. He pulled back just enough to feel that squeeze again, then eased back in, hips rocking in a grind that made every vein on his shaft throb.
"Relax, Hannah… feel it," he whispered, breathless. He rocked forward again, deeper this time, watching her back arch and her thighs tremble. Each stroke went farther in, until he was halfway buried, then further.
The stretch made Hannah gasp, sharp and helpless. Her body jolted, trying to adjust to the new kind of fullness. But once the pressure settled, it felt right, so right. Her fingers clawed into the sheets as her back arched further.
Her mouth fell open in stunned ecstasy. It was hot, blazingly snug, a kind of invasion that had her pussy contracting in envy, lips twitching as if aching for attention. But this… this was maddeningly deeper, the pressure hitting somewhere dark and exquisite.
Dudley could feel her breaking open for him. Not in pain, but in surrender. The way her plump, pale hips started to move, slow at first, then greedy. The way her moans turned desperate. She was chasing the friction now, pushing back into him, grinding against his hips in little jolts.
"Mmmmm…" She sang.
Beside them, Susan was on her knees, body swaying with the rhythm of Dudley's thrusts. She leaned in, head resting against his shoulder, one hand smoothing over Hannah's quivering ass, massaging the soft flesh.
Dudley slid his free hand to Susan's dripping pussy and pushed two fingers inside. She moaned immediately, her hips jerking, head tilting deeper into the nook of his neck as she rocked against his hand and kissed his skin.
"Ummhh…" Susan whimpered, clinging to him, her fingers digging into Hannah's soft, jiggling rear as he kept fucking her best friend's ass.
He started to move faster, harder. His hips slapped against Hannah's asscheeks, the sound sharp and delicious. He watched the way her thick ass wobbled with every thrust, how her body took the impact and begged for more. His cock was buried to the hilt now, and it felt like heaven and hell; a hot, tight, brutal friction. He slapped her ass, just to watch the ripple bloom.
"Ooohhh…" The impact made Hanna moan louder, her face grinding into the sheets.
He fucked her harder. His cock drove in with obscene, wet-slick sounds, her asshole sucking around him with every plunge. The lube had warmed with their heat, and now every stroke was a mess of slick glide and deep, fleshy squeeze.
Dudley's fingers curled inside Susan's cunt, fucking her in time with his thrusts into Hannah. Her pussy gushed, clenching desperately, her moans tangled with Hannah's.
Hannah's muffled cries were barely contained by the sheets she bit down on, her whole body shaking with the overwhelming pleasure pulsing through her. Her thighs trembled, hips twitching uncontrollably as Dudley drove into her tightest place again and again.
She had no idea it could feel like this, from there, of all places.
His cock stroked the nerves around her puckered ring in ways her body never knew, each thrust a wave of raw, shocking bliss that blurred the line between pain and pleasure. She couldn't stop moaning. She didn't want to stop. She was floating, melting, her world reduced to the heavy pressure in her ass and the liquid fire climbing her belly.
Her sphincter clenched even tighter around his cock as it sank deep again. And then it hit. Her pussy twitched wildly, a high, fluttering contraction that overtook her, and she came. Hard.
Her legs spasmed. Her body locked. A hot gush of wetness spilled from her cunt, coating Dudley's slapping balls as her orgasm broke through her in a helpless, blinding release.
"Aaargh… fuck… I'm weak against… this…" Dudley groaned through gritted teeth.
Her ass was crushing him, milking him in a way no pussy ever had. He gripped her hips, lost in that maddening squeeze, and slammed forward one last time. Deep, as deep as her body could take him. A fuckhole with no end to stop him.
And then he came.
It was a heavy, volcanic burst. Thick, scorching ribbons of cum poured into her tight hole, flooding her body with heat. His groan vibrated through the room as his cock throbbed again and again, filling her to the brim.
Globs of white spilled out around his base, leaking from her stretched hole the moment he pulled back. He watched it pour out of her. Sticky, obscene, gorgeously lewd in everything unholy.
Hannah collapsed forward, face buried in the sheets, breath coming in broken, shuddering gasps.
"My turn!" Susan chirped, still bright and eager. She was already moving toward the bed, but Dudley stopped her with a hand to her hip.
"No, on your back," he said, and cheekily pecked her cheek. He guided her down gently, then slid a pillow beneath her hips, angling her perfectly. He wanted to use his height advantage on her.
As Susan lay back, her white stockings still hugging her thighs tightly, Dudley pushed her legs up and wide. Her heels wobbled above her with every small movement, drawing attention to her arched form. He pushed until her knees bent inward, squeezing into her busty breasts. The way he folded her, the position tilted her hips up and gave Dudley the perfect view of her soaked, twitching anal hole.
He tapped the red-jeweled plug in her ass once. Twice. Watching the handle wiggle. Watching Susan giggle and flinch with every playful thump.
"Ahh—Dudley," she cooed, squirming. "That's so… mmm… twitchy…"
She wasn't shy. She never was. Her one hand grabbed the back of her thigh and held herself wide open, the other teasing her own nipple with little pinches. Her eyes were wide, shining with anticipation.
Dudley cleaned himself off with a tissue; ever the gentleman, even now. Then he slicked up his cock again, generous with the lube. He lined himself up, still flushed and throbbing, and gently pulled the plug free of Susan's tight back hole.
It popped out with a soft slurp, leaving her hole twitching, freshly gaping.
Right away, he pressed his cockhead against her entrance and started to push forward.
She was tighter than Hannah. Considerably so. Her hips weren't as wide, and her ass hugged every inch with maddening resistance.
"MMMMMM! Oh! Fuck! S-So big… ah!" she cried out, eyes rolling up, her thighs trembling as she tried to breathe through the pressure.
It was strange at first. That initial intrusion was a jolt, like her body didn't know how to take it, every nerve in her puckered ring flaring as his cock stretched her open. The burn was real, but it didn't last long. She focused on breathing, on the thrill of being spread wide, of being taken. Of having her anal virginity taken.
And then it started to shift. The pressure dulled, turned thick and warm. A deep ache that sent shivers up her spine. She relaxed her legs, pulling them closer to her breasts, granting Dudley deeper access.
His cock slid farther in, then paused, giving her time to adjust.
Susan gasped again, this time not from pain, but from a strange, electric tingle in her belly. It wasn't just pressure anymore, it was pleasure. Sharp, new, and utterly addictive.
A shaky breath escaped her lips as she whispered, "Don't stop…"
She was shaking, her stockings trembling as her knees remained locked by her own grip, her body twisting, arching, desperate for more friction.
"A-Ahh—more!" she sobbed, voice ragged and wild. "Harder! F-Faster, Dudley!"
Her ass was snug and hot, swallowing him greedily, and she needed it, needed him, slamming her into the bed until her spine arched off the sheets in a frantic, writhing dance of wild abandon.
He gave it to her. Every filthy, brutal inch.
His hips snapped forward, each thrust faster, rougher, growling, his cock hammering into her twitching anal hole like it was made for him. And it felt that way, tight as sin, velvet heat wrapped around him like a grip, milking his cock with every stroke. Her walls squeezed him deep, clenching, convulsing, as if her body was trying to suck the juice out of him already.
"Ah! Ah! Ahhh! Merlin—-Yess!" Her moans echoed, sharp and broken as he fucked her harder into the bed. It was wild, primal, almost cruel in rhythm. But Susan was moaning for it, her body bucking beneath him, taking him to the hilt, begging him to destroy her.
And then she shattered.
"Yes! Fuck me… Ruin me!" Her legs jerked, heels flailing in the air as a scream ripped from her throat. Her back bowed off the mattress, every muscle locking up as pleasure exploded through her. Her pussy clenched around nothing, her ass clamped down even harder, spasming wildly around Dudley's buried cock.
There was that squeeze, a squeeze that ripped the orgasm out of Dudley like a thunderclap at the same time.
He leaned down with a growl, pressing his weight on her, folding her like a doll, cock deep. He wrapped his lips around Susan's nipple and suckled hard, even as his cock spasmed deep inside her ass. Balls drawn tight, hips locked in place, he came hard. Unleashing hot, molten ribbons of white lava into her trembling, stretched hole.
His teeth grazed Susan's breast as he unloaded, the depth of it unreal. It felt endless, like his cock had pushed somewhere no one had ever reached. His mouth sloppily sucked her tight nipple while his cock pulsed one thick spurt after another, flooding her to the brim with creamy heat.
Susan whimpered, legs still in the air, her whole body twitching as he filled her completely.
Eventually, with panting breaths, he let her legs fall, slowly easing out of her stretched, slickened back entrance. A glistening, obscene mess spilled from her ass onto the sheets as he collapsed beside her, panting, dazed, eyes unfocused as he stared up at the ceiling.
Moments later, the two witches curled up against him.
Their soft, full breasts pressed against each side of his chest, two perfect bodies nestled in close. Their skin was warm, flushed, glowing with satisfaction. Lips kissed both his cheeks at once.
"Whose plan was it?" He asked between pants.
"Hers." Susan declared.
Surprised, Dudley eyed the blonde. "Hannah? Really?"
"Well, she's got that fat ass, so it made sense. She just asked me if we could take it in the back. I bought the plugs, and the rest is history. Believe it or not, we trained for a week in our homes." Susan spilled the secrets. "Liked it?"
"Loved it!" He said, and kissed their foreheads. They really were irreplaceable in his life. "But let's take a bath before dozing."
"Understood, boss!" Susan chirped, kissing his lips once before getting up.
Hannah was more romantic and kissed him deeply before sliding off the bed.
Dudley got up last and walked behind them. But watching their asses juggle, his cock started to throb again.
Gonna be a long night indeed.
Just as expected, once they were done cleaning under the shower, Dudley started impaling their cunts. Made them climax in the shower once each, and then they moved to the warm bathtub.
Finally, at three in the morning, they collapsed on the heart shaped bed, tired, spent, and fucking satisfied.
Best Christmas ever indeed. For all three of them.
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