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Wendy couldn’t believe it. This was simply insane. Not only had Cannon fucked a complete nothing of a woman, now he expected her to… he wanted her to… sure, once she would’ve been happy to, but now, after how he’d shamed her and ignored her and Greta was right there, for God’s sake! Even that absolute whore knew that the proposition was impossible.

“Cannon, what are you saying?” Greta asked. “Come on, lover, finish what you’ve started…”

“You’ve finished plenty,” Cannon told her. “Ball’s in your court, Wendy. Do you want to fuck or do you want to watch me bring this slut off some more?”

Greta squeaked her protest before Wendy could. That was a little gratifying, at least. After that business about being a little girl and a virgin, as if men weren’t drawn to that, Wendy could at least say that Greta had been taken down a peg.

Beaten at her own game, really. She thought she was so irresistible, so damn sultry, but she was a dried up old hag compared to Wendy. In fact, Wendy was sure that Cannon only had to get one look at her and Greta would be out of his mind forever.

Especially when he saw that he could fuck her just as hard as he ever had her stepmother.

Wendy’s hips started to shimmy uncontrollably. She unzipped her jeans and wiggled out of them. Greta’s face fell—Wendy knew it wasn’t just because she was undressing. It was how good her naked body looked. Wendy skimmed her panties down her supple thighs and kicked off her shoes.

She left her socks on. They wouldn’t get in the way.

“She doesn’t know what to do with that body,” Greta said unhappily. “She’ll quit the moment that first inch goes in. Probably scream rape.”

Wendy paid her no mind. She was still enthralled by the sight of Cannon’s member. She went to him, crouching down between his legs. Wendy didn’t know whether to reach for his prick or her own hot snatch. She needed to be touched so bad—but she might need Cannon’s dick even more.

“Take a good hard look,” Greta continued, simmering with a rage that would’ve spurred Wendy on, if she even noticed her. “How much of that cock do you think you can take? A fourth? Half? You’re not getting it all in. I barely can. It’s a shame. You’ll never know how good it feels when he’s hilted in you and all you can do…” Greta flushed just talking about it. “—is take him.”

Wendy put a hand under his engorged balls and weighted them in her palm. They were immensely heavy. She curled her fingers around the hairy bag and could hardly close them, there was so much to hold. Still, she squeezed what she could grip.

Cannon made a sound of pleasure like a bull snorting. Wendy pulled down on his scrotum and his prick went so solid up in the air that it trembled, like a flagpole stuck in loose soil. She put her mouth on the big helmet to hold it steady.

Cannon snorted again; Greta let out a shrill note of distress.

Encouraged by satisfying Cannon and annoying her stepmother, Wendy took his bulging cockhead to the back of her throat, but she couldn’t get him swallowed. He was just too big for her. So she ran her tongue around what of his length she could mouth—bobbing her head on his endowment so that she could tongue his cockhead as well as his shaft.

She lapped at his knob and flicked the tip of her tongue at his glanshole, realizing that for the first time she was tasting Cannon’s own flavor instead of the wetness he’d accrued being stuffed inside of Greta. Wendy didn’t think about how she’d liked the taste before; thoughtlessly cramming his woman-coated cock into her mouth and even trying to get it down her throat.

She wrapped her lips around his bellend and sucked hard on the very tip of his dick. It seemed to be where Cannon was most sensitive. He moaned and bucked his hips like he had no control over them, like he just had to get his cock up into that sweet pressure Wendy was giving him.

He choked her with his thickness and Wendy had to pull back for a moment to catch her breath.

“Ha!” Greta barked, clearly having waited for such a setback. “If his balls are that big, imagine how much he comes. Hope you skipped a meal or two; otherwise you won’t have room!”

That set Wendy off. She had to shut her stepmother off, had to show her up at least as much as she had to have Cannon.

If it were just her, maybe she would’ve stopped at just sucking on him the way she was. It was certainly pleasurable enough to simply mouth Cannon where he was most vulnerable and feel all the little croons and thrums going through his athletic body, knowing that she would taste more and more of him until a sudden rush of deliciousness that’d linger on her tongue for who knew how long?

But that wasn’t what Greta had been doing.

She wanted to show Greta her own fucking being outdone.

Cannon was craning his neck to watch Wendy test her throat on his cock. She pushed him back down to the floor and crawled over him until she was in the same position Greta had been when she was spying on them. She came up to her knees and reached back to press his erection up to her sex.

It was trembling so hard that she had a little trouble with it, but Cannon took it in hand and held it for her, slapping its bulbous tip against her slit and then aiming it inside her. Wendy lowered herself down, grunting when her labia parted and she felt it inside her for the first time.

She took it inch by inch, unable to believe how skewered she was, how she was being more impaled with every passing moment, but her momentum was too great to stop. She just kept fucking herself and fucking herself on it, until a good six inches were buried inside her!

Wendy feared to look down—she couldn’t take the thought of seeing that massive erection bulging inside her, bumping out her trim belly. And the way it felt having him inside her, there seemed no way he could fit inside her any other way.

Cannon could hardly believe the feelings Wendy’s inexperienced cunt gave him. She was tighter than Greta, but resisted him even less. Her excitement obvious in how she eagerly took his cock, her folds roiling all around it every time she impaled herself on him. It felt so fucking good.

She worked her pussy down his length, devouring him like an eternally hungry mouth. Her breasts beckoned to him; he reached up to take them in hand. As good as they looked, they felt even better. Big firm hills that filled his fingers and overflowed his grip. Wendy cooed at being fondled, worked to passion above and beyond what she was already getting in her stuffed cunt.

She took him all the way down. Cannon felt the juicy lips of her slot making a snug fit around the base of his member. He felt her little ass brushing his balls, Wendy making little squeaks as the hair on them brushed her tender flesh like steel wool.

He put his hands around her narrow waist and lifted her up so he could fuck her faster, bringing her down on his raising hips to jam his prick in deeper. Wendy’s eyes widened, her face contorted with pain, but there still wasn’t a trace of resistance in here. It felt too good for her to mind how it hurt.

“Too much… too much…” she keened, going crazy trying to figure out what she was feeling, pleasure or pain. “It’s all in my pussy! I can’t take it all!”

But she made no move to rescue herself. Whether she knew it or not, she was Cannon’s fuck-hole now, as much as Greta had been. The sex she’d so envied her stepmother for having was now hers to enjoy, to be enslaved to.

“How do you like being used now, girl?” Cannon laughed, thinking back to how affronted Wendy had been when he’d first turned her down, having gotten back into active-duty by making a play for her in front of her father. “How do you like being mine?”

Wendy didn’t answer. She was already fucked too hard for thought. Her eyes crossed and she trilled, a steady vibration from her trying to control herself as she came again and again.

At the time, Wendy had been steamed that he hadn’t made good on his flirtation. Then again, at the time, Cannon hadn’t known how worth it she would be.

Wendy and Greta had that in common. Wendy might’ve started off as a virgin, but she was well on her way to becoming every bit the experienced cock-holster that Greta now was. And as much a whore as Greta could be, she was still as tight and as firm as any virgin. With Cannon making a harem of the two of them, it was a cinch to say he’d never go unsatisfied again.

Wendy certainly wasn’t.

And though Cannon had no way of knowing it, Greta would soon be as satisfied as either of them.