The Princess was in bed with the covers pulled up to her chin. She had just gotten out of the bath and was tingling all over with the cozy rush of climbing into fresh, warm sheets from the cold castle floor. She could hear her parents, the King and Queen, lovingly exchanging their goodnights before blowing out their candles and turning in.
The Princess, a beautiful blonde of eighteen, closed her eyes and imagined what it would be like to feel the love that her parents so clearly shared. How happy it would make her to spend even one night roaming the castle grounds with a handsome suitor, laughing together arm in arm, perhaps even sharing a kiss before they parted ways. She worried that perhaps she had gone without meeting such a man due to being on the more curvaceous side, but remembered how lovingly she'd seen her handsome father gaze upon his Queen, who was undeniably plump, yet still radiated beauty.
Just as she began drifting off to sleep, the Princess heard a loud crash and the scream of a guard in the stairwell just past her bedroom door. She shot up in bed and saw her door burst open. In the doorway stood a masked intruder: tall, lean and draped solely in a black tunic that barely reached past his hips. She was mortified to see his enormous penis dangling, unsheathed, in plain sight. Soft but shockingly thick, it hung heavily between his strong, hairy thighs. Much like his bare arms, it rippled with veins that seemed to pulse visibly. The Princess screamed and reflexively placed her hand between her legs.
The intruder stepped quietly to her bed and gagged her with a musky scarf, muffling her screams. He chuckled and set to work binding the Princess' arms and legs to the bed. She could almost taste the pungent funk of his oversized organ, the smell was so strong. It was clear that he hadn't bathed in weeks.
"Princess!" shouted the King down the hall. The Princess could make out the intruder's cruel grin through his mouthless mask.
The King ran into the bedroom and the intruder rushed the smaller man, grabbed him by the shoulders and kneed him in the groin. The King collapsed in the fetal position and the intruder hogtied him, the King cursing him all the while.
The Queen hurried in and stooped to tend to her indisposed husband, wailing in dismay. The intruder grabbed her by the throat.
"Stop your crying," he said. "To the bed." His voice was so deep, the Princess could feel it vibrate in her sternum.
"You monster!" the King said, his voice cracking.
The intruder chuckled and led the reluctant queen over to her daughter's bed. The Princess looked on in horror.
The intruder pushed the plump Queen face down onto the Princess' little bed, her body hunched perpendicularly over her wriggling daughter's.
"Please, no!" said the Queen.
"Silence!" said the intruder.
"Unhand her!" said the King.
Apparently aroused by the vulgar display, the intruder's penis was now standing at attention and fully engorged. The Princess whimpered through the scarf, now wet with tears and saliva and stinging the corners of her mouth.
The intruder lifted the Queen's nightgown and whistled as he feasted his eyes upon her enormous posterior. His massive member swayed slightly near her exposed entrance and the Queen sniffled, fighting back tears. The Princess watched her mother's mountainous ass jiggle as she trembled in fear.
"I'll kill you," said the King. "Guards! Seize this man!"
"They're all dead," said the intruder.
The Princess screamed into her gag, her face red as a beet. She stared daggers at the intruder.
"Jealous, are you?" he said.
He climbed up on the bed, his beastly appendage swinging like a thick tree branch in the wind. The Princess turned away while keeping her eyes, wide with horror, fixed on his flesh weapon. It was as long and thick as her forearm. The animal stink of his horse cock flooded her mind, a sickly-sweet, pungent blend of sausage, sweat and male sex. It made her nauseous, yet her little mouth fell open with hunger.
The intruder gently stroked the Princess' blonde French braids and chuckled. He held her chin between his thick thumb and forefinger, meeting her petrified gaze, his monster mere inches from her face. The smell and sight of it wiped all awareness of the horrible scene around her from her mind.
"Give it a kiss," said the intruder.
The Princess' jaw raised and lowered wordlessly, her brain unable to formulate a reply.
The intruder then grabbed his girthy endowment midway up the stalk and guided it to her lips. The Princess kissed the apple-sized head, feeling its spongey hardness press against her moistening mouth.
"Now open up," said the intruder.
The Princess mindlessly opened her lips and he rammed his manhood inside, the head alone completely filling her little mouth. She moaned lazily, the taste of salty, sweat-glazed man meat silencing her rage. She ran her tongue underneath his shaft, struggling to accommodate a mere inch more of his fat prize.
"What a lovely little Princess," said the intruder.
"You devil," said the King. "You'll pay for this!"
"Hard to put a price on this young mouth," said the intruder.
He held her French braids in each hand and began fucking her face, slowly at first, then picking up the pace. He could barely fit half of his monster meat down the Princess' throat before her gag reflex kicked in, thick ropes of spit coating his cock and swinging down to her ample bosom.
"Please let her go," said the Queen.
"She likes it, I reckon," said the intruder. The Princess moaned dreamily as he smeared his slimy scepter across her pretty face.
"Take me instead," said the Queen. "I beg of you."
"Dear!" said the King.
The Princess looked at her mother, whose expression had shifted from fear to desire. Her gaze was fixed intensely on the intruder's dripping dick.
"If you insist," said the intruder. He bounded off the bed, his strong, spit-soaked erection bouncing with anticipation, and positioned himself behind the Queen. He looked over his shoulder at the King.
"She asked for this, you know," he said.
The Princess looked over at the King, whose face was nearly purple with rage. She noticed a small tent poking up in the crotch of his nightgown.
The intruder grabbed the Queen by her ample haunches and slid his massive manhood inside her.
"Oh GOD," she said. "You are a monster!"
The intruder let out a deep laugh, his voice even deeper and more reverberant than before. He began fucking the Queen harder with each steady stroke, his dick slowly making its way deeper into her audibly soaking pussy.
"She's awful tight, isn't she?" said the intruder to the cuckold King, writhing on the floor. The Queen winced and grimaced as her once-tiny cunt stretched to accommodate her new mate.
"So... fucking... fat!" said the Queen. "You're tearing me in half!"
The Princess watched her mother's expression grow more ecstatically vacant as the intruder sped up his pounding, her eyes rolling back in her head and her slack jaw letting out an unbroken, animal moan. The sound of their fucking grew wetter, squishier, like a thick, creamy pasta being stirred in a pot. The Princess felt her own orgasm stirring in her loins, a deep ache below her tummy that the intruder's python seemed to penetrate while tearing up her mother's insides.
"I'm gonna cum on that cock," said the Queen. "You're so deep! Fuck me, you big bastard!"
A powerful orgasm shot through the Princess as she watched her mother cum on the intruder's superior penis. Her father looked on in defeat as the intruder bucked his strong hips into his Queen's quaking backside, the wet slap of his heavy balls against her sensitive clit reverberating off the stone castle walls. The Princess felt her bottom and thighs soak with a mixture of her juices and her mother's, the two of them overtaken in unison by ecstasy.
"Haaaaaaa!" cried the Queen. The intruder smacked her big, pale bottom and continued to destroy her formerly-tight womanhood. Awestruck, the Princess watched her mother's giant, creamy ass cheeks ripple and wave in response to the powerful pounding. The little bed creaked under the weight of the two thick ladies and their barbaric stud, the wood sounding like it might crack at any moment.
"Yaaaaa haaaaa!" cried Tori.
Abby awoke from her dream to the all-too-familiar sound of her mother getting plowed down the hall. Immediately, she could feel that her top sheet was soaked with her juices. She groaned and looked at her phone: 3 AM. Jesus. Late, even for them.
Abby got out of bed and stripped the sheets. She balled them up and threw them into the hamper before leaving her room to pee and grab a fresh set.
Stepping out of her own bedroom, Abby noticed that her mother's door was ajar. Warm light spilled out into the hallway, as did the obvious sounds of Dan and Tori fucking. She went into the bathroom to pee, but the sound continued to penetrate into the hall and through the adjoining wall, much louder than she was used to.
Dan's pounding sounded slower but even more powerful than usual. And her mother's typical wails had lowered into a deep, cattle-like moan. There was something mournful to it and vaguely disturbing. Abby hastily wiped, flushed and made her way back into the hall.
She cautiously approached the door, trying to make as little sound as possible. She felt the floor creak under her weight and winced. The pounding continued. She figured they wouldn't notice if she just peeked in through the crack in the door.
Abby approached the aperture and was immediately blasted with the smell of her mother's bedroom: sweat, masculine musk and thoroughly-pounded pussy filled the air. She could taste the funk on her tongue and immediately got dizzy. To be safe, Abby crouched down, stabilized herself on her knees and looked inside. A thick haze of humidity filled the room.
On the bed, Abby's mother was on all fours with her back arched. She had runny mascara and some viscous combination of fluids laminating her face. Around her neck, she wore a leather collar with a silver, heart-shaped ring attached. Her blonde baby bangs were matted to her forehead with sweat, the curtains of her square bob thrown forward and back by Dan's rhythmic punishment.
Behind her, Dan had both hands on Tori's waist and was slamming his burly fuck stick into her pussy. Each thrust sent ripples through her rolls of fat, her ample ass undulating like waves of cream from her waist to Dan's pelvis. The lean stud's chest was shiny with sweat, but he showed no signs of stopping, his usual calm grin fixed across his face despite the violence of his jackhammer fucking. The smacks of skin on skin were so wet and forceful, Abby could practically feel drops of condensation on her face. She had never been so engrossed in anything, so disturbed and turned-on at once. She jammed her right hand down her tight pink shorts and feverishly worked her little rosebud.
Suddenly, Dan stopped. Abby kept her hand on her pussy, her body rigid with tension. Dan pulled his cock out of Abby's mother's cunt with an audible slurp and grabbed the ring on her collar. He pulled her smeary face up to his and began kissing her, ramming his tongue into her mouth while kneading her big belly. She looked exhausted, utterly wasted with pleasure, moaning as he licked her tongue. He then turned her around and pushed her by the throat onto her back before lifting both her ankles up to the sides of her head. Tori's fat rolls compressed into one another, her body a jiggling mound of pasty, doughy flesh. Her poor pussy was on full display. Abby winced. Her mother's cunt looked torn to ribbons, her labia red with soreness and her whole pelvic area soaked with her juices. The smell was overwhelming, even from across the room.
Dan jammed two fingers into Tori's sore pussy, underhanded, and began furiously fingering her g-spot. Tori shut her eyes and grimaced, her whole body tensing with anticipation for what was to come.
"Cum for me," said Dan. "Cum."
"Oooohhh..." said Tori.
