Happy Birthday Ch. 02

Ava rose to her heels, shakily at first. She bent down, scooping up the microphone of the stage and turning to the audience. "We-" she began, cutting herself off as she gave a sudden cough, before quickly recovering. "Well, did everyone enjoy the show?" she asked, and the audience cheered in response. "Well, the fun's not over yet! First, we measure!" She called, getting another cheer. Eve sank to all fours, peering at the marks on the side of the bucket as the sloshing spunk leveled off. Satisfied, she sprang to her feet again and came up beside her mother, leaning in to whisper something in her ear. Ava grinned, raising the mic to her lips once again. "This year's first load is..." she began, holding a pause for a moment. "Seventeen cups!" She announced, drawing a thunderous cheer from the crowd. "That's right, that's more than a gallon of ball-batter, and a new record!" she continued over the crowd's roar.

As the roar died down, Eve and Vickie worked together to heft the gallon of cum and pour it, carefully, into the three pitchers standing by, being careful to make sure all three were even. When they nodded to Ava, she grinned. "And now, the competition begins!" she called, receiving another cheer. "Wendy, Amy, Christina, come on up!" she called, gesturing, then smirking into the microphone. "And make sure to bring your appetites!" she added, drawing a few scattered chuckles and whoos from the crowd as the three aunts began to make their way to the stage.

Aunt Wendy led the way, the busty blonde bombshell ascending the stairs gracefully, like a noble parading before the commoners. Every step made her truly titanic tits bounce and wobble, the round, pale orbs threatening to escape the corset that already struggled to hold back her bountiful, beach-ball-sized breasts. A silk-gloved hand came up to her neck, and a flick of the wrist tossed her long blonde hair glamorously. The eldest sister batted her sapphire eyes bewitchingly at her nephew while she strode into place at center stage.

Aunt Amy was close behind, crossing the stage with a hip-swaying strut. Everything about her screamed of sex. Her flawless, perfectly tanned skin that begged to be touched. Her hooded, bedroom eyes that fixed john with a look of hunger. Her perfectly plush, glossy pink lips that looked perfect for stretching around a thick cock. Her enormous, beach-ball sized breasts that swayed with each step. Her barely-there sling dress that couldn't hide her hard nipples. Her tight, toned core that swerved sensually with every step. Her mouth-watering, juicy bubble-butt that was simply too much for her dress' clinging micro-skirt to contain. Her long, shapely legs that were perfect for clinging to a lover in the throes of passion. She puckered her plush lips as she walked, blowing John a kiss as she took up position beside her sister.

Aunt Christina came last, somewhat less elegantly than the other two. She struggled to fix her shimmering emerald gown as she walked, drawing soft giggles from the crowd and knowing smirks from her daughters. One hand tugged at the neckline, re-holstering her enormous, freckle-dusted melons into the deeply-scooped neck. The other was behind her, struggling to pull the hem down over her eye-poppingly wide hips and her enormous, jiggling rear. A pale crescent of creamy, pale ass-flesh stubbornly refused to be hidden away, disappearing for a moment only to reappear when next she took a step. She huffed with annoyance as she reached her place on the stage, shaking her head and tossing a stray strand of coppery, jaw-length hair out of her face as she flashed John a grin.

Ava grinned as Eve and Vickie came forward, handing each sister a tall pitcher, nearly three pints of steamy ball-batter in each. A curious mix of desire, trepidation, and determination crossed the sibling's faces as they looked into the sloshing pearly spunk presented to them. "On your mark..." Ava began, a moment of silence falling over the crowd. "Get set..." she continued, letting the pause and the building tension hang in the air for an extra moment. "Drink!" she called, and the ballroom exploded in cheers as the three sisters brought their pitchers up to their full, soft lips and tipped them back.

Aunt Christina's eyelids fluttered as the familiar flavor of her nephew's potent ball-cream drowned her tastebuds and the pure masculine musk flooded her nostrils. She felt light-headed, her body immediately reacting to the taste. Her womb clenched deep inside her, her thighs suddenly soaked in sweet, womanly nectar. She fought back the urge to roll the sweet and salty jizz around on her tongue, to savor his thick spunk. There was no time. She had a competition to win. She tipped her head and pitcher back further, her cheeks bulging with the sheer volume of cum they held. Her throat rolled, and there was an audible gulp as she swallowed down the first of many mouthfuls of John's hot spunk.

Aunt Wendy managed a certain elegance and grace, even as she swallowed again and again, drinking down mouthful after mouthful of creamy cum. She cradled her pitcher in both hands, her eyes closed as she reverently drank deep of the potent, pearly seed, not wasting a single drop. She drank in the plentiful offering with all her senses, even as she drank it in in a more literal sense, appreciating every drop that passed her lips. The sweet, salty taste. The heady, musky scent. The thick, creamy texture. The heat that washed over her tongue and slid down her throat with every swallow, pooling in her stomach. Everything about it was intoxicating. It was perfect. Simply divine...

Aunt Amy didn't mess around. She played to win. She planted a hand on the base of her pitcher and tipped it up dangerously, throwing her head back and opening her mouth wide. John's jizz surged forth, flooding her mouth in an instant, filling it to the brim. She gulped hungrily, swallowing again and again, drinking down the salty spunk as fast as she could. But it was just too much to keep up with. Her mouth overflowed, rivulets of thick, pearly ball-batter escaping from the corners of her full, pouty, dick-sucking lips, streaking down her cheeks and tracing the contours of her neck as they flowed past her desperately-swallowing throat, down to her chest. The rivulets branched out like roots, splitting into dozens of thin lines as they met the slopes of her massive melons, flowing into the deep valley of her perfectly tanned cleavage.

Ava watched with a touch of envy as her sisters gulped down her son's sticky, salty spunk. The intoxicating taste of his pre was fresh on her tongue, she hungered for the real thing, but could only watch as the three pitchers drained bit by bit. The crowd cheered wildly, urging the three on with shouts of "Go, mom!", "You can do it!", and "Chug, chug, chug!". The sisters drank like their lives depended on it, pitchers tipping up further with every swallow. Amy would lose valuable time cleaning up her spill, but her reckless strategy seemed to be paying off, nearly half of her pitcher drained. Christina was just a little more than a third through her pitcher, walking the narrow line between control and speed, determined not to lose this year . Wendy lagged behind the other two, taking the slow and steady approach, not wasting a single drop of creamy ball-batter.

Aunt wendy was almost in a trance as she swallowed mouthful after mouthful of hot, creamy cum. Everything was hazy, out of focus, all except the divine cum that she drank desperately down. Her mind was laser-focused, the flavor, the scent, the sensation, all of it crystal clear. She savored his seed, the scent filling her nose, the texture flowing over her lips, the flavor bathing her tongue, the heat sliding down her throat and pooling in her stomach. She swallowed down mouthful after mouthful of delicious offering, her throat rolling again and again, her hands tipping the pitcher up further and further as it grew lighter and lighter, making sure the flow of jizz never slowed. She needed every last drop.

The bottom of Aunt Amy's pither rose higher and higher, even as hot spunk poured from the corners of her lips. She couldn't slow down now, there wasn't a moment to waste if she wanted to win. Her pitcher drained swiftly, the salty spunk disappearing down her throat as she drank and drank and drank, the bottom rising until it was directly above her. As the last of the pitcher's contents poured past her lips, she let her tongue flick out for a moment, licking at cum clinging to the edge of the pitcher before pulling back. She pulled away, rising it triumphantly before pitching the pitcher into the crowd, the girls scrambling to catch it like the bouquet at a wedding. Amy paid no attention, her hands coming up to her tits, fingers delving into her cleavage to scoop up heavy fingerfuls of sticky spunk and bring them up to be sucked clean.

Aunt Christina's sweet nectar ran down her thighs in glistening rivulets, her knees squeezed tight in the search for some measure of relief. A full quart of hot, creamy stud-milk sloshed in her belly, and still she swallowed mouthful after delicious mouthful. Her body knew this flavor, it knew that it was almost invariably followed by hours and hours of earth-shaking sex, and it had to get ready. Her pussy was soaked, her core clenching with each mouthful, her entire body aching for the pleasure that it knew would soon come. If she weren't actively drinking down his titanic load, she would have been drooling for a taste of him. She swallowed, only to realized there was no more to swallow, that her pitcher was empty. Her befuddled expression slowly gave way to a broad grin, and she raised the pitcher high into the air, triumphant.

"And we have a winner!" Ava announced. "Congratulations, Christina!" The ABCs squealed with glee, hugging each other and bouncing as the rest of the crowd applauded politely, apart from a single boo from Lynn in the back. The triplets rushed the stage, pouncing onto their mother in a half-tackle, half-hug, Abby lunging forward to lustily make out with her, getting a taste of the jizz clinging to her mother's tongue. As Abby pulled away to kiss Betty and share her tasty prize, Cherry took her place, sucking her mother's tongue completely clean.

Aunt Amy wasn't finished yet. Her fingers delved between her tanned, sex-doll tits, bringing fingerful after fingerful of thick, salty jizz to her plush lips, sucking each one clean of John's creamy cum. She worked her way up, from her cleavage to the slopes of her mounds, to her neck, and finally to her cheeks. She hummed softly with pleasure as she sucked each digit clean, pulling them from her lips with a wet smack. Her tongue slipped out, lapping up the last stray spunk from her lips and pulling it in. She swallowed, her plush lips parting in a grin as she looked over to Ava.

Ava smirked, pulling the mic in close again. "And there's second place! Congratulations, Amy!" she announced, drawing some more polite applause from the audience and a whoop from cousin Janice. "And that means third place is decided, too. Sorry, Wendy, maybe next year." she added. The applause was rather weak with that announcement, and Lynn interjected with a single, mocking "Ha!"

Aunt Wendy didn't seem to hear her sister, or her heckler, she was too focused on getting every precious drop of her nephew's divine seed. It was just too delicious. She swallowed the sacramental spunk down in mouthful after mouthful, her eyes closed in rapturious lust as she drained the last quarter of her pitcher swiftly. As the vessel ran dry, her eyes flickered open, the haze of lust slowly clearing as she blinked, surfacing out of her cum-drunk trance as everything that had happened around her clicked into place. She looked disappointed for a fraction of a second, before she managed to regain her composure, putting on a mask of indifference.

Wendy swallowed the last of the cream on her tongue before she spoke up. "Well, it's only fitting to save the best for last." she purred, shooting a smug look at her younger siblings.

Amy rolled her eyes dismissively. "More like you can't keep up anymore in your old age." she shot back, drawing a huff of annoyance from Wendy.

Across the stage, the ABCs had pulled away from their mother to descend upon the cum-caked measuring bucket hungrily, moaning and purring as they licked and sucked their fingers clean. Christina was left kneeling on the stage, moaning as a hand delved between her creamy, glistening thighs, fingers thrusting into her wetness. She bit her lip as her digits sought to soothe the burning need deep in her core, at least until she could take care of it properly, with a little help from her nephew.

Ava shook her head, turning away from the scene of depravity to grab the mic again. "Alright, you all know what that means! Christina takes John home tonight, then Amy gets him tomorrow night, then Wendy gets the night after. Wendy, you lost an hour to Amy after that stunt last year, so you pick him up at ten instead of nine." she reminded, looking pointedly at her eldest sibling. Wendy huffed.

Abby looked up from the cum-plastered bucket before her, catching John's eye as he took in the scene before him. The redheaded teen grinned, her tongue sliding out to give her full, pink, cum-covered lips a long, slow, circular lick. The look in her eyes promised an eventful evening, and John could only grin. It was going to be a very, very interesting week.