Author's Note

Chapter contains: Human/Humanized, Incest, Unrealistic Anatomy, Harem/Polygamy, (MFFF) Foursome, Oral Sex (Blowjob, Cunnilingus), Spanking, Footplay, Tickling

Reality

My birthdays were typically not very grand affairs. Sure, I would get the day off from my chores, which was always nice. I was free to spend the day just hanging out with my friends, taking it easy, and enjoying the beautiful weather that was always present around that time of year. When my day of fun finally turned to night, I said goodbye to my friends and headed home, eager to reunite with my family. As usual, Buttercup had prepared a lavish feast in honor of the occasion, this time with the assistance of my sisters.

After my belly had been stuffed with goodies, including part of a double-decker chocolate cake from Sugarcube Corner, it came time for the traditional giving of gifts. The presents I got were normally small things, things which had significantly more sentimental value than material value, and were the sort of gifts I enjoyed the most. On that particular birthday, however, I was surprised and delighted to discover that my family had pitched in to buy me something I had had my eye on for a long time, but had always been to humble to ask for: a huge, to-scale model kit of Canterot Castle, complete with tiny miniatures of the royal guards and the princesses themselves. For my family’s sake, I managed to limit my displays of gratitude to merely a few bone-crunching hugs and a plethora of chaste kisses placed on each of their cheeks. I should have known they would try something like that; Apple Bloom had come to love sitting on my lap and helping me assemble my models, so she had most likely talked the others into it. Even Applejack, who had once had difficulty working the tiny pieces with her strong hands, had come to enjoy spending quiet, intimate hours with me as we worked on my models.

When my party finally came to a close, we all said our goodnights to Granny Smith and headed upstairs to get ready for bed. At least, that’s what we led her to believe. While I would certainly have enjoyed spending an unnecessary amount of time helping my sisters and mother scrub their sweaty bodies clean after a long day of work, there were two reasons why this could not be so. The first reason was that Buttercup had forbidden us from messing around in the shower anymore, as she feared us slipping and falling accidentally. The second reason was that there was not a bathtub in the house big enough to fit four full-grown adults at once, especially when one of those adults was as big and plump as Buttercup. Rather than forcing them to take turns, and having to deal with the ensuing jealousy, I contented myself with bathing alone in my and my sisters’ shared bathroom, while the three women used the master bathroom in Buttercup’s room to cleanse and prepare themselves for what they assured me would be a night worth waiting for.

That is how I found myself lying back on my bed, my freshly showered body covered in nothing but a very tented pair of underwear. The night air flowing in through my window had cooled my warm, damp skin, yet the spot between my legs remained warmed up and ready to go. I was aching, both physically and mentally, barely able to restrain myself from rushing over to Buttercup’s room and throwing myself at all three of the beautiful women I would find there. As per usual, they had made me promise to stay put until they were ready for me, a promise which I begrudgingly kept as the minutes slowly passed by. If they had intended to tease me by forcing me to imagine what they were doing over there, aided only by the muffled giggles and snippets of conversation I heard through the wall, they had succeeded.

I grumbled and looked over at the clock sitting on my bedside table. While it had felt like I had been waiting for hours, the rational part of my brain told me that it had actually been much less than that, only about as much time as it should have taken them to shower and do whatever preparations they were planning on doing. I forced myself to look away and tried to take my mind off the wait, as difficult as it was for me to do. Luckily for me, I did not have to wait to much longer before I heard the heavenly sound of footsteps walking down the hall outside my room. I sprang up and sat on the edge of my bed, staring at the door so intensely that I could have burned a hole in it. The footsteps stopped in front of my door for a moment before I saw the handle slowly turn.

It took a significant amount of willpower to not immediately lunge at my two sexy sisters as they slowly pushed my door open and stepped inside. Apple Bloom was wearing her favorite set of lingerie: the lacy, yellow bra and matching panties that I had seen on her many times before. Applejack was wearing her only set of lingerie: the silky, orange set she had gotten from Rarity. From the floral designs in the lace of Apple Bloom’s to the little apples that decorated the fringe of Applejack’s, both outfits matched their respective owners to a T. Apple Bloom, as usual, had her fingers and toes painted red to match her hair, as well as a thick coating of pink lip gloss, and a modest amount of blush and mascara. Surprisingly, she had presumably talked Applejack into putting on a good amount of makeup as well, since our older sister’s face was covered in a similarly modest amount of cosmetics.

“Wow,” I said as they approached and flashed me sultry smiles. I had seen the two of them in such a state many times before, yet the sight of the two of them in their erotic getup always left me dumbfounded.

“Howdy, partner,” said Apple Bloom teasingly.

“Howdy,” I replied.

“I’d ask you how you think we look, but...I think I know the answer,” said Apple Bloom, glancing down at my underwear.

“You two look...amazin’,” I said, shaking my head in disbelief. “Absolutely incredible. Just like always.”

“Even...even me?” said Applejack, her smile faltering. “This isn’t...too much, is it?”

“AJ,” I said, rising to my feet and putting an arm around her, “I’ve always thought you were beautiful. I think that every day. But if you wanna get all prettied up like this...you’ll never hear me complain. You just look...so much like a woman...I can’t help but think how gorgeous you look.” Applejack blushed, but gave me a sincere smile.

“I told you not to worry about it,” said Apple Bloom, lightly elbowing Applejack.

“Quiet, you,” said Applejack with a smile.

“So...where’s the fourth wheel of our wagon?” I said.

“Oh, you’ll see,” said Apple Bloom, a devilish look in here eye. “Just follow us.”

Apple Bloom reached down and took my hand, then gently pulled me along towards the door. Applejack took my other hand and did the same, the two of them quickly leading me out into the hall. We made our way down the dim hallway to Buttercup’s room, my sisters’ wide hips swaying back and forth with every step they took. I probably would have soon lost myself under their hypnotic influence had we not so quickly arrived at our destination. Applejack turned the handle of Buttercup’s bedroom door and slowly pushed it open, allowing us to step inside.

The bedroom was unusually dim, the bright lamp that sat on the bedside table having been turned off. Instead, a large number of lit candles had been scattered about the room, creating an atmosphere that was warm and inviting, yet also sensual and romantic. Some of the candles must have been scented, as I could detect the faint hint of apples wafting through the air. One detail I was appreciative to see the return of was the scattered flower petals on the bed, which looked to have been taken from the newly bloomed trees of the orchard. The only thing that was missing from the romantic setup was the noticeable absence of a soft, plump woman with long, orange curls.

“Where is she?” I said.

“She’ll be here in just a moment,” Apple Bloom chuckled.

My sisters led me over to the bed and sat me down on the edge, facing the wall where the door to the master bathroom was. After ensuring that the bedroom door was shut tight, Applejack and Apple Bloom walked over to the bathroom door, taking up places to either side of it. The door was closed, but I had the sneaking suspicion that that was an intentional decision.

“So, Anon,” said Apple Bloom, “I know we already gave you a pretty big present, but...”

“But we figured there might be another present you’d enjoy a heap of a lot more,” said Applejack.

“A present you don’t have to be as gentle with as your little castle,” said Apple Bloom.

“So, we found the best present we could, brought it up here, and wrapped it up all pretty for you,” said Applejack.

“I hope you’re ready, big guy,” said Apple Bloom, “‘cause tonight, you get to play with the hottest, sexiest mama in all of Equestria.”

A moment of silence passed as I waited for one of them to speak again, but neither of them did. When the pause became awkward, Apple Bloom’s smile faltered. “I said, ‘the hottest, sexiest mama in all of Equestria’,” she repeated, speaking more to the door next to her than to me.

Through the wood of the door, I heard a soft, muffled voice, too quiet to make out what it was saying.

Apple Bloom’s smile disappeared completely, and she turned to face the door. She reached down and grabbed the handle, cracking the door open enough for her to peek inside. “What are you doin’?” she whisper-shouted. “That was your cue!”

I heard a feminine voice, which I recognized as Buttercup’s, whisper back to her, although I couldn’t make out what it said.

“What do you mean you’re havin’ second thoughts?” said Apple Bloom. “I thought you were okay with this?”

Buttercup whispered again.

“Don’t be silly! He’s gonna love it,” said Apple Bloom.

Buttercup whispered again.

“He ain’t gonna laugh at you!” said Apple Bloom.

Buttercup whispered again, slightly louder than before.

Apple Bloom grumbled and rolled her eyes, then looked back at me. “Do you promise not to laugh?” she said.

“Um...yes?” I said, still clueless as to what exactly was going on.

Apple Bloom poked her head through the door once again. “See?” she whispered. “Now get your sexy ass out here already! I’m hornier than a whole brass section of horny toads!” After one more whisper from Buttercup, Apple Bloom closed the door again and sighed.

Apple Bloom looked back over at me, clearing her throat before giving me a sultry smile. “Now then,” she said, her tone becoming smooth and sensual once more, “without further delay, the hottest, sexiest, juiciest milf in all of Equestria.” This time, as Apple Bloom finished, the bathroom door inched its way open, swinging back into the bathroom. I had thought that I would be prepared for whatever was behind that door, but as soon as the first thick, creamy thigh emerged from the gloom of the bathroom, any semblance of rationality vanished from my mind.

Buttercup slowly strode out of the bathroom, her plump, motherly body jiggling with every little movement she made. Her legs and arms were bare, displaying ample amounts of the pale pink skin that I had come to love so much, yet my attention was immediately drawn to her torso. Upon her voluptuous frame hung an elegant babydoll nightgown that stretched from her bust to the tops of her thighs. The negligee featured large lace cups that stretched around her massive breasts, hugging them loosely enough to allow them to wobble enticingly, but tightly enough to preserve an air of decency. It was fortunate that the garment did not attempt to constrain her endowments, as the tiny straps that ran over her shoulders probably would have snapped if they had attempted to rein in one of the largest sets of breasts I had ever seen. As on Apple Bloom’s lingerie, the lace featured an intricate floral pattern, although the pattern on Buttercup’s was much more reminiscent of her namesake than those flowers currently blooming outside our home.

Beneath the cups hung a curtain of sheer, translucent fabric that covered everything that needed to be covered, while also concealing absolutely nothing. Through the veil, I could see her soft tummy, her childbearing hips, and the second piece of her ensemble. A pair of lace panties were stretched across her hips, their cut being modest enough to project maturity and elegance, while still being significantly skimpier than anything I had ever seen her wear. Her panties shared the same floral design as the cups of her nightgown, the two pieces obviously having been made for each other. Her whole outfit was colored orange, but not the same strong, hearty orange that Applejack’s was; hers was of a very light, pastel orange, its soft, comforting hue a perfect fit for the soft, comforting woman who wore it.

I was unable to pull my gaze away from the slowly swishing fabric until Buttercup came to a stop before me. Hanging at her sides, her hands were fidgeting, drawing my attention to the orange-painted fingertips that matched her toes and her hair. I slowly looked up to her beautiful, round face and saw that it too had had its natural beauty accentuated. Her plump, feminine lips were smeared with pink lip gloss like her daughters, and her long eyelashes had been coated with mascara. She had a hint of blush on her naturally rosy cheeks, yet that detail was largely unnecessary, given how red her cheeks were. She was staring down at the ground, seemingly afraid to meet my gaze.

“H-Happy birthday, sweetie,” Buttercup said softly.

I slowly rose from the bed, my body pulled forward by an invisible string that led me straight towards the exemplar of womanhood before me. As I stood before her, I put one hand around her waist and pulled her against me, Buttercup gasping as her breasts squished against my chest. As she looked up at me, I placed my other hand on her cheek and lightly stroked it.

“I didn’t think it was possible,” I said softly.

“You didn’t think...what was possible?” said Buttercup.

“I didn’t think it was possible...for me to want you more than I already did,” I said.

Buttercup let out a soft moan, her big, beautiful eyes quickly filling with boiling-hot lust. Within seconds, the two of us had crossed the short distance between us and pressed our lips together, sharing our first kiss of the night. We wasted little time in starting off slow; after the long wait, I was more than ready to give her everything I had, and judging by how passionately she kissed me back, she was more than ready to receive it. Our arms wrapped around each other and pulled our bodies even more tightly against one another. Even after everything I had been through with her, the feel of Buttercup’s plush lips on mine, her huge breasts on my chest, and her thick thighs rubbing against mine still gave me an overwhelming rush.

As Buttercup and I kissed, our mouths locked together and our tongues battling for supremacy, I heard my sisters chuckle. “I think he likes his present,” said Applejack.

“I’ll say,” said Apple Bloom.

I heard the two of them approach as I busily enjoyed Buttercup’s body, running my hands over her smooth back, her plump rear, and through her poofy hair. When they reached us and began running their hands over our bodies, Buttercup broke our kiss, leaving a thin trail of saliva connecting our lips.

“What do we say when we get a present, sweetie?” said Buttercup, her tone an incredibly erotic mixture of parental and sensual.

I chuckled, looking back and forth between her and my sisters. I released Buttercup and threw my arms around all three of them, drawing them into a tight group hug. “Thank you,” I said, showing my affection by planting a barrage of kisses on all three of their faces, both chaste and otherwise. “Thank you, thank you, thank you. I love my present. I love all three of my beautiful little presents. You three are...you three are the best women a guy could ask for.”

The three of them giggled as I buried them in kisses and played with their sexy bodies. “And don’t you forget it!” Applejack said playfully.

I never would. As long as I lived, I would never forget just how fortunate I was to have the three most wonderful women in the world as my family. I was equally unlikely to forget how fortunate I was to have the three most beautiful women in the world in my bed on a nightly basis. I didn’t know what grand, cosmic forces had conspired to give me the life I had ended up with. Maybe I had been some sort of paragon of virtue in a past life. Maybe I was simply the luckiest man in the world. Or maybe I had been forced into a ridiculous, contrived sexual fantasy through the machinations of a bad porn writer. Whatever the reason, I didn’t care. I was surrounded by the three people who made me happier than anyone else, and I planned to enjoy their company to the fullest.

Grabbing hold of them firmly, I pulled the three of them backward towards the bed. When I felt the back of my legs collide with the mattress, I allowed myself to fall backwards onto it, dragging them down with me. Surprised exclamations and giggles filled my ears as the three of them fell on top of me, burying me under a few hundred pounds of woman. We scrambled further onto the bed, part crawling, part rolling, and part wrestling each other into place. By the time we were situated, we had all become entangled in a jumbled pile of limbs, butts, breasts, and long, feminine hair.

Letting my lust take hold of me, I playfully wrestled the three of them down onto the bed beneath me with their chests squished together. I placed my hands on their heads and gently forced the three of them together into a wild, sloppy three-way kiss. I paused only a moment, a giddy smile appearing on my lips as I observed the mother and daughters tongue wrestle, then dove right in and joined them. They turned on me like hungry sharks, attempting to devour me with their soft, plump lips and dextrous tongues. I fought valiantly, fending off endless waves of nibbles, sucks, licks, and every other lewd act that could be performed with a mouth, all while making counterattacks when I had the chance. Before long, my face was smeared with lipstick and saliva, and my tongue had invaded each one of their mouths and explored every nook and cranny it found in them.

Our mouths were not the only parts of our bodies that found a way to keep themselves busy. Hands itching to grab a hold of soft flesh wandered throughout our huddle, squeezing thighs, pinching butts, and fondling breasts. I caressed the soft silk of Applejack’s panties, then gave the muscled globes within them a light smack, making her gasp. Applejack sent a hand down between Apple Bloom’s legs, stroking her lightly but quickly and making her moan into Buttercup’s mouth. Buttercup reached down and stroked me through my underwear, the obstructed stimulation being enough to inflame me, but not enough to satisfy. Our legs, too, writhed and wrestled with each other, rubbing together and wrapping around our hips.

Buttercup let out a sharp moan as I pinched one of her thick nipples through the lace of her nightie while licking her neck. “You sure are riled up tonight!” she said.

“Can you blame him?” said Apple Bloom, seconds before I seized her soft butt and squeezed roughly, eliciting an adorable squeak. “It is his birthday.”

“It is,” I said, pulling back and staring intently at all three of them. “And you know what I want to do on my birthday?”

“What?” asked Applejack, a knowing grin on her lips.

“I wanna unwrap my presents, that’s what I want to do,” I said, my tone conveying that I was not merely making a request.

“I thought you’d never ask,” said Apple Bloom as she pushed herself up into a sitting position.

“Who do you want first, sugarcube?” said Applejack, doing the same.

“You know me,” I said with a grin. “I always go for the biggest one first.”

With that, I set my sights on Buttercup, who had just sat up as well. I reached out as quick as lightning and wrapped my arms around her middle, then pulled her closely against me. She let out a surprised yelp as her chest collided with mine, but I quickly silenced her with a deep kiss. I kept my lips locked with hers as I reached down and grabbed the bottom of her nightie, pulling it up quickly, but carefully, so as not to damage the delicate garment. As incredibly sexy as it was, I was not sad to see it pulled off of Buttercup’s body and tossed aside, revealing what I truly desired: her.

As soon as the fashionable obstruction had been removed, I was on her once again, holding her against me with one hand while fondling one of her massive breasts with the other. My fingers brushed up against her bare nipples, which I could feel growing longer and stiffer by the moment. I pressed my lips against hers and gave her one last passionate tongue kiss before I grabbed her by the shoulders and spun her around, gently pushing her down onto her hands and knees. Without even needing instruction, Buttercup instinctively arched her back, spread her legs, and thrust her glorious behind high into the air, waiting patiently for my attention.

Luckily for her, I was in no mood to wait, so I immediately reached for the waistband of her lace panties. Having a chance to observe them closely, I realized just how impressive a work of art they really were. It went without saying that they were huge, a necessary quality given the sizable rump they were expected to contain, and yet they felt as light and delicate as the flowers that decorated their surface. Like Applejack’s, they were modestly cut enough to convey maturity and self-restraint, yet were fittingly erotic enough for a woman with years of experience in the bedroom. I made sure to be as careful with them as I had been with the other half of Buttercup’s ensemble as I slowly pulled them down the slopes of her cheeks, down her plump thighs, past her knees and calves, then off her feet.

My mouth watered as I gazed upon the naked Buttercup, specifically her plump, juicy nethers. I immediately dove between her legs, pressing my lips against hers and lapping at them enthusiastically. The soft moans that began flowing from Buttercup’s mouth were muffled by Applejack, who grabbed her head and pulled her into a deep kiss. At the same time, Apple Bloom stuck her head underneath Buttercup and latched onto one of her pendulous breasts, nuzzling and suckling it. Buttercup’s body quivered from all the stimulation she was receiving, making her plump butt cheeks wiggle enticingly. When I raised a hand and brought down a palm on the soft, vulnerable expanse of flesh before me, they jiggled significantly more enticingly.

The sharp crack of flesh on flesh echoed throughout the room, drowning out all other noise for a brief moment. Buttercup moaned loudly into Applejack’s mouth, their kiss becoming even more intense. The warm juices that flowed from Buttercup’s lower lips went from a feeble drip to a steady trickle almost immediately. As soon as the twin globes of her butt had settled down again, I raised a hand and gave her hearty smack just as strong as the first one. Another crack, another moan, and another incredibly arousing display as Buttercup’s tender flesh rippled like the swimming hole when someone cannonballed into it. The sights and sounds soon got to Applejack and Apple Bloom as well, who took turns with me giving our big, sexy mama a good round of spanking while continuing to tease her front.

We kept up our multi-pronged assault for a couple of minutes, simultaneously working her pussy, her butt, her breasts, and her mouth. We alternated the strength and speed of our slaps, sometimes giving her a series of rapid, gentle pats to maximize her jiggle, other times smacking her as hard as we knew her to be comfortable with. In between, we also gave her much more tender ministrations, lovingly caressing her sensitive skin as it grew gradually redder. I continued to tease her down below, going so far as to slip my tongue between her lips and tease the delicate flower within. Apple Bloom was sucking so enthusiastically on Buttercup’s teats that it looked like she was trying to get milk out of them. Applejack was kissing her so passionately that I was surprised Buttercup didn’t cum from that alone.

As much as I was enjoying myself, and as much as I’m sure Buttercup was enjoying herself, it was not my intention to finish her off right then and there, even though we could easily have done so. The four of us had all night to enjoy each other’s company, and I intended to take full advantage of that. After slurping down every drop of her love juices I could get to, I withdrew my lips from Buttercup’s and sat up again. When they noticed that I had stopped, my sisters put and end to their teasing as well. The sudden withdrawal of pleasure made Buttercup collapse down onto the bed, squirming out of a need for satisfaction.

“You’re makin’ me wait, are you?” she said, her desperation evident in her voice.

“Oh, you’ll thank us later,” said Applejack, giving Buttercup a playful swat on her bright pink butt.

“Besides, I have to unwrap my other presents,” I said, turning my lustful gaze towards Apple Bloom.

Apple Bloom grinned, practically leaping into my arms and straddling my lap. She stifled my chuckle with a kiss as we wrapped our arms around each other and held on tightly. Her perky breasts squished against my chest, the soft, thin lace that covered them doing little to obstruct her stiff nipples. The feel of those perfect teardrops on my skin drove me crazy, so I quickly reached up to undo her bra. My practiced hands made short work of the clasp and the straps shortly afterwards. Apple Bloom released me and allowed me to slide the sexy garment off of her, revealing the even sexier sight they concealed.

I grabbed Apple Bloom by her shoulders and gently pushed her down onto the bed between Applejack and Buttercup. The two of them laid down beside me as I lowered myself down onto Apple Bloom and began kissing my way down her body from her lips. Applejack leaned in and joined me as I reached Apple Bloom’s breasts and began to suckle on her erect nipples. Buttercup swooped in and pressed her plump lips against Apple Bloom’s, sharing a deep kiss with her while lovingly stroking her face. Applejack and I greedily devoured the tender flesh of our beloved little sister, teasing her little nubs with our lips, our tongues, and our teeth. All the while, Apple Bloom moaned softly into Buttercup’s mouth and caressed my and Applejack’s heads.

After thoroughly enjoying her shapely, velvety, and pleasingly firm breasts, I removed my lips from her nipple with an audible pop and resumed my journey downward. Applejack took over the care of both breasts as I made my way across the flat plain of Apple Bloom’s tummy, giving her belly button a quick lick as I passed it. Moments later, I was staring directly at her lacy panties, a small wet spot visible right in the middle of them. I reached out and slipped my fingers underneath the waistband, gripping the soft material and slowly pulling the panties down. They slid over her wide hips, down her soft, slender legs, and finally off of her petite feet.

I grasped her legs and gave her wriggling toes a quick kiss before gently parting her thighs. I got down and put my head right between them, putting myself right in front of her smooth, plump lips. The pale pink flesh was already leaking a trickle of her warm juices, the sight of which made my mouth water. Grinning hungrily, I stuck out my tongue and placed it at the bottom of her slit, dragging it all the way up at a glacial pace. Apple Bloom’s moaning spiked in intensity and her lower body squirmed anxiously.

When I reached the summit of her womanhood, I took her sensitive little nub in my mouth and gave it the gentlest of tongue baths. Apple Bloom’s hips reflexively bucked against me and her slender legs tried to wrap around my head. I was too quick for her, however, and managed to grab her beneath her knees and force her legs into the air. I grinned wickedly, recognizing the compromising position I had her in. I released her slippery clit and moved back down again, planting a firm kiss right in the middle of her lips. I followed this kiss with one slightly to the left, then one slightly to the right, jumping back and forth to either side while gradually moving away from her sweet spot.

Apple Bloom could do nothing but whimper and flail her feet impotently as I teased her, slowly kissing my way to her thighs and making my way down them. Jumping back and forth with every kiss, I was able to simultaneously leave a trail of kisses running down both of her shapely legs. When I passed he knees, I started moving my hands towards her feet, feeling up her sculpted calves as kissed my way along. After an agonizingly long (for Apple Bloom) wait, I finally came face-to-foot with my little sister’s tender toes. Gripping her ankles firmly, I brought her soft soles together before my face and proceeded to cover them in slow, sloppy kisses.

A stream of muffled moans flowed from Apple Bloom’s mouth as I subjected her to her favorite kind of teasing. Her legs squirmed, whether to pull away or to push closer I could not tell, but I kept her lower extremities locked in my iron grip. Thanks to the many hours I had spent in bed with her, I had grown very familiar with how Apple Bloom enjoyed being played with. I buried my tongue into her most sensitive spots, tickling her sole and the tender skin between her wriggling toes. She reflexively scrunched her toes in an effort to defend herself, but I merely took them into my mouth and used my tongue to force the dainty things apart. As I worshipped her freshly scrubbed feet, my nose was treated to the subtle, yet unmistakable smell of sweat and her apple-scented soap.

In the middle of this, I noticed Apple Bloom’s hand inching its way down her body, heading towards her pussy. I momentarily paused my ministrations and looked over at Applejack. “AJ,” I said softly. Applejack pulled her face out of Apple Bloom’s breasts and looked up at me as I nodded towards Apple Bloom’s hips. Seemingly getting my meaning, Applejack grinned and quickly leaned down between Apple Bloom’s legs. She gently brushed Apple Bloom’s hand away and wedged her head between her thighs, then got to work tending to her assuredly aching pussy. Apple Bloom’s moans and whimpers became frantic under the renewed pleasure from below, especially when Buttercup took her saliva-covered breasts in her hands and tenderly massaged them.

Apple Bloom was a strong woman, but with everything we were subjecting her to, even she would not last forever. After only a minute or two more of having her toes sucked, her pussy licked, and her nipples gently tweaked, she was wiggling and whimpering so much that I knew she was well on her way to her climax. As with Buttercup, however, I merely wanted to get her warmed up, not finish her off immediately. I pressed Apple Bloom’s silken soles firmly against my face, giving each one of them a long, slow lick from bottom to top before gently lowering her legs down onto the bed. Noticing that I had ceased my teasing, Applejack and Buttercup removed their lips from both sets of Apple Bloom’s, thin strands of saliva connecting their wet skin.

“Aww, really?” whined Apple Bloom as she realized her turn was over.

“Don’t you worry, sweetie,” said Buttercup. “We won’t leave you hangin’ for long.”

“She’s right,” I said. “I’ll get back to you as soon as I’m done opening my last present.”

She shouldn’t have been surprised, and yet Applejack still let out a yelp when I grabbed her and pulled her to me, sitting her big, muscled butt down in my lap with her back pressed against my chest. I wrapped my arms around her toned stomach and immediately began kissing, licking and nuzzling her neck. “Last...but not least,” I whispered in her ear. “Never least.”

Applejack moaned softly as I reached up and cupped her big, beautiful breasts, squeezing them firmly, but gently. I hefted the weighty teardrops in my hands as I nibbled on her earlobe, feeling her stiff nipples poking through the thin silk that covered them. While I enjoyed the little whimpers she made when my fingers grazed her thick nubs, I wanted more. I released her breasts, letting them hang freely once more, then quickly reached behind her and grabbed the clasp of her bra. Within seconds, I was sliding the straps down and off of her arms then tossing the bra aside. Applejack moaned for real as my fingers grasped her bare flesh, taking her nipples between my fingers and squeezing them gently.

I slowly leaned forward and lowered the two of us down onto the bed, putting her on her back beside me. Buttercup and Apple Bloom moved in and snuggled up to Applejack, helping me cover her face and neck in wet kisses. At the same time, the three of us each reached for her chest and grabbed a handful of her breasts, our eager fingers caressing every inch of those glorious mounds. Applejack was soon whimpering like a hungry animal as her upper body was treated to the gentle ministrations of our hands and mouths.

Her squirming legs soon drew my attention to Applejack’s lower body, where her final piece of clothing still clung to her hips. I temporarily withdrew my lips from her skin and pushed myself up into a sitting position, reaching over the pile of women before me. I managed to get a hold of Applejack’s panties and pull them down over her wide hips. She assisted my effort by lifting her legs into the air, allowing me to slide the moist undergarment down her thick, muscular thighs, her calves, and off of her big, soft feet. I tossed her panties aside then gently prized her legs apart, revealing the precious treasure they concealed.

Applejack’s pretty pussy was sopping wet, leaking a steady trickle of juices down onto the bed beneath it. Licking my lips, I reached a hand down and placed a single finger at the bottom of her slit, slowly stroking her all the way up to the top. A long, whimpering wail originating from Applejack’s lips echoed throughout the room before being muffled by Buttercup’s own lips. When I reached the top, I went right back down again, continually stroking her up and down with a firm, but gentle touch. My fingers were soon coated in her juices, which I took a moment to lick off of my hand and savor their taste. Every so often, I would switch between her lips and her clit, taking her love button between my fingers and teasing it oh-so-gently.

While she may have been enjoying the gentle foreplay we were giving her, I knew that the strong farm girl needed a bit more from us to really get her going. When I had gotten my fill of Applejack’s sweet nectar (at least for the moment), I withdrew my fingers from her lower lips and leaned in towards the three women once again.

“Apple Bloom, if you’d be so kind...” I whispered, nodding my head towards Applejack’s lower body.

Apple Bloom gave Applejack’s nipple one last hard suck before popping it out of her mouth and grinning at me. “With pleasure,” she said, getting off of Applejack and crawling down the bed.

“Buttercup, if you don’t mind...” I said, nodding once again.

Buttercup swirled her tongue around Applejack’s mouth a few more times for good measure, then broke their kiss, a thin trail of saliva connecting their tongues. “I thought you’d never ask,” she said, giving me a sultry look as she moved off of Applejack.

With the two of them out of the way, I got in close to Applejack and put an arm around her shoulders, cradling her head in the crook of my arm. From that position, I had unrestricted access to her upper body: her arms, her breasts, and her vulnerable underarms. Meanwhile, Buttercup leaned down and put her head between Applejack’s thighs, the two women’s plump, wet lips coming together in an erotic tongue kiss. Apple Bloom had moved down to Applejack’s feet, lifting her legs into the air and wrapping an arm around her ankles. She couldn’t help leaning in and giving our big sisters’ big feet a playful lick; she enjoyed playing with others’ feet almost as much as she enjoyed others playing with hers.

I looked into Applejack’s eyes, giving her a wicked grin. “You ready?” I said. I didn’t need to bother elaborating; we both knew what I was referring to.

Applejack was moaning from Buttercup’s touch, but managed to look at me and utter a breathy, “Yes”. Even if she had said nothing, the look in her eye, half anxious and half needy, would have told me all I needed to know.

The instant my fingers made contact with the ticklish skin beneath her arms, Applejack exploded into laughter, filling the room with the sounds of mirth. A split second afterwards, Buttercup sent her dextrous fingers dancing across Applejack’s belly and sides, our mother tickling her just as she had tickled us when we had been little kids. Completing the trifecta, Apple Bloom dug her fingertips into the soft, sensitive flesh of Applejack’s feet, tickling them with borderline sadistic glee. Faced with an assault on her three most sensitive areas at once, Applejack reflexively squirmed and writhed, trying to escape our touch. She was a strong woman to be sure, but with all three of us restraining her, she was helpless, unable to do anything but lie there and take whatever we wanted to give her.

Luckily for her, as much as we enjoyed listening to the erotic mixture of laughter and moans that she belted out, we were not cruel. Apple Bloom, Buttercup, and I tickled Applejack until we heard her breath grow short, then lifted our fingers from her skin. Applejack took full advantage of the break we gave her, sucking in huge lungfuls of air to refresh herself. She continued to moan softly and squirm as Buttercup lapped at her pussy, accompanied by Apple Bloom sucking on her toes and I gently kneading her breasts. I nuzzled her face, planting gentle kisses on her forehead and the adorable little freckles on her cheeks and nose. We did not want her to calm down too much, however, so as soon as I felt she was ready, I once again dug my fingers into her tender flesh, signaling the start of the next round.

Since she had already been warmed up, we tickled her even more mercilessly than we had the first time. Correspondingly, Applejack’s howls of laughter grew even louder and wilder, and she wiggled around on the bed like a fish plucked from the water. Even I started giggling as I watched my big, powerful sister reduced to a squealing mess at my touch. In addition to her underarms, I also targeted her neck, Applejack trying in vain to shield herself with her head. Buttercup tickled her up, down, and all around her toned stomach, occasionally removing her lips from her pussy and blowing a big, loud, wet raspberry on her abs. Applejack’s toes scrunched in an attempt to shield themselves from Apple Bloom’s tortuous touch, but Apple Bloom’s slender fingers wormed their way in and attacked the tender spots between them.

We kept up like that for a little while, switching between giving Applejack intense bouts of tickles and gentle rest periods with more sensual forms of stimulation. Of course, even when she was resting, we threw in a few quick, light tickles here and there just to keep her on edge. It didn’t take long of this treatment before she was red in the face and moaning loudly, when she had the opportunity to do so, of course. I could tell by the way she whimpered when I lightly pinched her nipples that she was thoroughly fired up and ready for more than mere foreplay. Wanting to go out with a bang, rather than a whimper, we still gave her one last round of tickle torture before stopping, pushing her as far as we could in an all-out assault before finally withdrawing our hands and mouths from her flesh entirely.

Applejack lied limply on the bed, panting and quivering as Apple Bloom, Buttercup, and I sat up. “You cowards are...givin’ up already?” she said weakly. “I was...just gettin’ warmed up.” Her words might have been proud and defiant, but coming from my ragdoll sister, they sounded more adorable than anything else.

“I know you were,” I said, placing a kiss on her sweaty forehead.

As I sat back up and looked over at Apple Bloom and Buttercup, I froze in fear. The two of them were slowly crawling towards me, the looks of predatory hunger in their eyes so intense that I could almost feel it on my skin. In that moment, I knew what a deer felt when it was cornered by a pack of ravenous wolves, their mouths dripping with anticipation of a coming feast. “Uh...girls?” I said, slowly crawling backwards. “What’s goin’ on?”

Suddenly, both of them lunged forward, reaching out and grabbing one of my arms each and holding them in a vice-like grip. “It may be your birthday,” said Buttercup in a tone that managed to be both arousing and chilling.

“But we have a present to unwrap too,” said Apple Bloom just as intensely.

A split second of confusion passed before I tentatively looked down at myself and the lone garment that still covered me. I realized in hindsight that perhaps getting three strong, aggressive, and very horny women so worked up without delivering might not have been the smartest thing I had ever done. “Oh, crabapples,” I muttered an instant before I was seized roughly and thrown down onto the bed, landing comfortably with my head on a pillow.

They were on me in a flash, pouncing on me and pinning me with their combined weight. Even the recovering Applejack managed to roll herself over and join in, ensuring that my entire upper body remained motionless. I struggled for a few moments before realizing that I was well and truly trapped, completely at the mercy of the three beautiful women. I gulped as I looked up at the three faces hanging above mine, seeing in their eyes a burning lust that would not be denied.

“You wanted to get us all riled up?” said Buttercup. “Well, you got what you wanted.”

“You got to play around with us,” said Apple Bloom. “Now it’s our turn.”

“I hope you’re ready, sugarcube,” said Applejack, “‘cause you’re ours now.”

“Um...can we talk about th—” I began, before being cut off by three pairs of soft lips pressed against my own. I barely had time to raise my guard and defend myself as their three tongues quickly battered their way past my lips and into my mouth, seeking out their favorite sparring partner. Normally, I would have been able to at least hold my ground, but the three of them were moving with such ferocity that I was quickly overwhelmed by their combined assault. They seemed to come at me from every angle at once, pinning down my tongue just as they had pinned down my body, then roughly womanhandling it however they pleased.

Every corner of my mouth had felt the touch of one of their powerful tongues by the time they finally moved on from my mouth and began covering my cheeks and chin with kisses. I breathed heavily, my battered tongue lying limply on the floor of my mouth as they slowly made their way southward, leaving three trails of kisses that led down my neck, my chest, and my stomach. When they reached the waistband of my underwear, the one barrier that separated the ravenous women from their prize, they seized the garment roughly, almost tearing it in their attempt to remove it from my body as quickly as possible. When my underwear had landed on the floor alongside three pairs of luxurious lingerie, the three of them stared down at the shaft of rock-hard flesh that sat before them, pausing only to lick their lips before diving right in.

I let out a sudden moan as three pairs of lips as soft as clouds smothered my head, sending a jolt of pleasure shooting through me. The pleasure had not even subsided before their lips moved lower, planting another three kisses and sending another wave coursing through me. I closed my eyes and moaned as they worked their way down my shaft, the sensation of their heavenly touch quickly wearing down my mind. By the time I felt their lips reach my base and begin covering my balls in warm, wet smooches, I could think of nothing but how much I wanted to feel them slobber over my bone like a trio of hungry dogs. They either knew me very well, or I had just been blessed by a significant amount of birthday luck, because the three of them soon did just that.

Three warm, wet, and velvety-soft tongues were pressed against the base of my shaft, covering the top and both sides, then were slowly dragged upwards towards my head. My breath came frantically as I fought to withstand the agonizing pleasure of their licks, my hands gripping the blanket beneath me for support. I was a few seconds away from just grabbing their heads and forcing them to lick faster when I felt their tongues complete their journey, sliding across my head to my tip, then being lifted up off of my skin. For better or worse, the respite they gave me did not last long, their tongues soon making contact with my shaft once again and licking up its length at a glacial pace.

They continued on like that for a while, licking me from base to tip over and over in the most teasing way possible. One of them eventually wrapped her fingers around me and angled me upwards, allowing them to reach their tongues all the way around me. As their busy tongues worked, gradually slathering every inch of my length in their saliva, I held on for dear life, moaning and grunting as I tried to keep myself from being completely overwhelmed by the pleasure. My aching member was soon leaking beads of pre, which were lapped up by one of three hungry mouths soon after they appeared.

Apple Bloom was the first to take things further, wrapping her lips around me and taking me deep into her mouth. She hesitated when my tip reached the entrance to her throat, taking a moment to prepare herself before slowly pushing herself even further down. I grunted loudly as I felt myself being slowly swallowed up by her hot, wet flesh, every inch that passed between her lips making it harder for me to maintain what little of my composure remained. Despite the many hours the two of us had spent in bed together, and despite her efforts to “train” herself, Apple Bloom still had her limits, so eventually ceased descending when she was still a short distance from my base.

Seemingly wanting to compensate for her self-perceived weakness, Apple Bloom formed a tight seal around me and began drawing herself back up, sucking me quickly and forcefully. Her efforts were not in vain, as her practiced technique magnified the waves of pleasure pounding against my mind tenfold. I managed to pry my eyes open and look down at her; she kept her eyes locked on me, those big beautiful things burning bright orange. While she handled my shaft, Applejack and Buttercup leaned down and brought their lips to my balls, gently licking and sucking them, while occasionally exchanging quick kisses.

Despite how quickly and easily Apple Bloom was pushing me to greater heights of arousal, or perhaps because of it, Applejack did not allow her turn go on for very long. Soon enough, Applejack raised her head and gently nuzzled Apple Bloom aside, forcing her lips up and off of me. “My turn,” she growled as she grabbed my shaft, angled it towards her, and wrapped her lips around it.

“Aw, no fair,” grumbled Apple Bloom. “I just got started.”

Applejack attempted to say something as she took inch after inch of me into her mouth, but with such an obstruction, she was wholly unintelligible. Admitting defeat, at least for the moment, Apple Bloom lowered herself and took Applejack’s place at my balls, sucking on one as if it were a sweet candy. Not wanting to be outdone by her little sister, Applejack kept on going until I reached the entrance to her throat, and even then did not stop. By the time she finally came to a halt, she had gone about as far down as Apple Bloom had, having taken the vast majority of my length into her mouth. Those beautiful green eyes of hers opened and looked up at me, conveying more passion than words ever could. Without further delay, she formed a tight seal around me then slowly lifted her head upwards, sucking me all the way up to my head.

My eyes clamped shut and I let out a deep grunt as the pleasure hit me like a charging bull. While Apple Bloom had always championed her rapid-fire technique, Applejack instead preferred to do things the same way she did everything: slow and steady. Her soft lips traveled all the way up my length, forcing every inch of my sensitive skin to feel their tight suction. While I certainly enjoyed the energy that Apple Bloom always brought to the table, I appreciated Applejack’s raw power just as much. It took only a few bobs of her head before I was once again lost in a raging sea of arousal, my body twitching and my hips bucking reflexively.

I didn’t know how long exactly, but not long later, I felt one of the mouths that was tending to my balls withdraw from my skin. When I felt Applejack’s lips travel up my shaft, my head, and off of my tip, I forced my eyes open and looked down. While I had expected to see Apple Bloom muscling in on her big sister, in reality, it was Buttercup who was forcing her eldest daughter off of me. “Already?” whined Applejack.

“Don’t worry, sweetie,” said Buttercup with a grin. “You’ll get another turn soon.”

With that, Buttercup wrapped her fingers around me and pointed me directly at her open mouth. She aimed her brilliant blue-green eyes directly at me as she wrapped her pillowy lips around me right beneath my head. Applejack begrudgingly took Buttercup’s place down below as she slowly swallowed me up bit by bit. I slid through Buttercup’s hot, wet flesh until I felt the tightness of a throat once again. Powering through the hurdle, she continued lowering herself further, approaching the spot where her daughters had been forced to stop. Unlike her daughters, however, the mature, experienced woman forged ahead with a fire in her eyes, not stopping until the final inch of my length had disappeared within her and her lips had wrapped around the base of my shaft.

The mere sight of such an act of sexual prowess was almost enough to finish me off right then and there, but by some miracle, I managed to keep myself from painting the inside of my mother’s throat white. Seemingly recognizing this, Buttercup smiled with her eyes, then slowly raised her head back up. While Buttercup possessed neither the speed or raw power of the two young women beside her, she did have an undeniable superiority in terms of technique, a strength that she was more than willing to exploit. In addition to the tight vacuum seal she formed around me, her plush lips massaged every inch of my length that emerged from within her, after being treated to the ministrations of her dextrous tongue, of course. When she reached the peak of her strokes, she took a moment to swirl the tip of her tongue around my head and lap up the beads of pre at my tip.

I had been burning with lust before, but the overwhelming pleasure that Buttercup’s tender touch brought me set my whole body ablaze. Every time her soft, warm flesh rubbed against my own, a gentle shockwave arced through me like electricity, making me shudder and moan. I had no doubt that, if she had continued on like that, I would have soon been pushed to my peak and then right on over it. As much as Buttercup loved making me squirm, however, she was more than willing to share the fun with her eager, yet less experienced daughters. After taking a good, long turn working my member, she finally pulled back her lips all the way, popping them off my tip with a lewd, wet noise.

For the next few minutes, the three of them took turns sucking me off, each one of them getting ample time with me down their gullets. For most of that time, I merely laid back and closed my eyes, letting the pleasure they gave me flow through me, filling up every corner of my being. I couldn’t get over how much I loved feeling each one of them wrap themselves around me. Each one of them was so different, so unique, and yet each one of them was perfect in her own special way. Having even one of them tend to me in that manner would have been bliss, but the way the three of them complemented each other filled me with indescribably ecstasy. Every time they switched, I felt as if I were going from a hot, bubbly jacuzzi to a cool, refreshing pool and then back again, each unique sensation enhancing the other in a way that they could never hope to achieve on their own.

When I managed to pry my eyes open and look down upon them, I got a glimpse of their three beautiful faces nuzzled together against me and each other. I reached down and ran my hands through their hair, petting the soft fields of yellow, red, and orange. The three of them looked back up at me, their three pairs of beautiful eyes shining with all the love and lust I was feeling in my own heart for them. It felt so surreal; it felt as if I were in a dream and might wake up at any moment. That moment never came, of course. It was no dream that had placed me in the tender, loving care of the three people I loved more than any other, it was merely my reality, my life, and I intended to spend as much of that life as possible loving them too.

Such were my thoughts as the three voracious women pushed me nearer and nearer to my breaking point, until it got to the point where my mind was merely an incoherent mess filled solely with desire. My breath came quickly and frantically, interspaced with moans and grunts. My body was constantly wracked with pleasure, my muscles clenching and twitching with each minor stimulus. “Buttercup!” I moaned through it all. “Applejack! Apple Bloom!”

“I think he’s almost there,” said Apple Bloom, removing her lips from my balls.

“Looks like it,” said Applejack, doing the same. “You reckon we should finish him off?”

“Hmm...I don’t know,” said Apple Bloom teasingly. “I kinda wanted to tease him a little bit more.”

Buttercup, who had her lips wrapped around me at that moment, slowly pulled them up and off of me, holding me in place to keep me upright. “I would enjoy playin’ with him for a bit longer,” she said.

“After all, he did make us wait,” said Applejack.

The mere suggestion of having my impending orgasm delayed any longer made me let out a desperate, needy moan, eliciting loving giggles from the three of them.

“That’s true,” said Buttercup, “but he is the birthday boy, and I think he’s waited more than enough for now. Don’t you agree?” My sisters made a show of considering the question for a moment.

“I suppose so,” said Applejack.

“Yeah,” said Apple Bloom.

“Alright then,” said Buttercup, giving me an intense look. “Follow my lead, girls.”

With that, Buttercup wrapped her hand fully around my shaft, squeezing me with that firm, but gentle grip she always used on me. Applejack and Apple Bloom both reached out a hand, Applejack placing hers on the back of Buttercup’s and Apple Bloom putting hers on the back of Applejack’s. Just as the three brought their hands together down below, so too did they bring their mouths together higher up. They opened their mouths wide, moving them in towards my glistening head and wrapping their lips around it. When they were done, my tip had been trapped in the middle of a three-way kiss, surrounded all around by plump lips and slippery tongues. I had but a moment to savor the erotic sight before they began their final assault.

The three-hand grip on my shaft slowly ascended, traveling upwards until it brushed against their chins, then went straight back down to my base. It took them several strokes to get coordinated, due to their unconventional grip, but before long, they were pumping me with a rapidly accelerating pace that was sure to finish me off in no time. At the same time, their tongues descended on the tender flesh of my head and lapped at it like a lollipop, polishing its entire surface from base to tip. I let out a grunt as the pleasure of their touch radiated throughout my entire body and barreled into my weakened mind. The three of them had already worn down almost all of my remaining willpower, so it took them very little time to push me to the final precipice and hurl me over it, sending me tumbling into my long-awaited climax.

My muscles clenched, my hands gripped the blanket beneath me, and my toes curled as I felt the flood of liquid love bubble up inside of me before shooting up my shaft at supersonic speed. As the first burst spewed out of my tip and onto the waiting tongues surrounding it, I threw back my head and let out a deep, booming roar, filling the room with the sound of my ecstasy. My hips bucked forward again and again, pushing my tip more firmly against the mouths that were slurping down everything I had to offer. Applejack, Apple Bloom, and Buttercup continued to pump me throughout the many waves of my orgasm, milking me of every last drop I had in me. Determined to give them what they wanted, my body reached deep into its reserves and pumped burst after burst out of my tip, flooding their mouths with my hot, thick seed.

I held on for dear life as I rode out the powerful surges of pleasure that eventually began to weaken. I clung to the moment for as long as possible, forcing out every meager burst I could before my aching member simply couldn’t go any further. All at once, my muscles gave out and I collapsed down onto the bed like a puppet with its strings cut. My chest rose and fell rapidly as I sucked air into my lungs to cool my exhausted body. The haze of pleasure that clouded my mind slowly faded, my senses gradually returning to me. Aftershocks shot through me as I felt gentle touches down below, making me twitch and moan softly. With great effort, I managed to open my eyes and angle them downward once again.

Applejack, Apple Bloom, and Buttercup had removed their mouths from my head and were sharing a true three-way kiss, their lips locked and their tongues swirling together in a sea of white. I watched them as they shared huge globs of seed between themselves, pushing them into each other’s mouths, swirling it around with their tongues, and then passing it on again. Although they did gulp most of it down, much of it ended up slathered across their lips or dribbling down onto my member. When this happened, one of them would hastily clean up the spill with her tongue, making me shudder when their soft tongues caresses my tender flesh.

When the three of them had finally finished their late-night snack and had cleaned up both themselves and me, they gently laid my member back on my stomach, giving it one final kiss each. They then turned their eyes on me, their gazes much sweeter and gentler than they had been earlier. Flashing me a trio of grins, they slowly got up on their hands and knees and crawled up the bed towards me. I smiled back at them and chuckled weakly as they took their places around me, exchanging quick pecks with all three of them. Buttercup and Applejack laid on either side of me, while Apple Bloom carefully laid on top of me, sandwiching my member between our stomachs. The four of us put our arms around each other and entwined our legs, locking each other together in a loving embrace.

“You looked like you enjoyed that,” said Buttercup softly.

“I did,” I said. “I really did.”

“I’m glad we could make your birthday somethin’ special,” said Applejack.

“You three make every day of my life special,” I said, “and not just ‘cause of stuff like this. You three are the sweetest little apples in this orchard, and...I wouldn’t trade you for anythin’ in the whole world.”

“Thanks, sugarcube,” said Applejack, giving me a peck on my cheek. “You’re pretty sweet yourself.”

“Well...I’d say it’s more salty than sweet, but you get the idea,” said Apple Bloom. I chuckled at her comment, giving her a kiss on her adorable little nose.

“What do you wanna do now, birthday boy?” asked Buttercup. “You ready to go again, or did we tucker you out too much?”

“Are you kiddin’?” I said. “I ain’t callin’ it quits yet; we just got started. Besides, I still gotta finish you three off.”

“I’m lookin’ forward to it,” said Buttercup.

“Just...gimme a minute or two to get goin’ again, then I’ll be on you three like Pinkie Pie on Sweet Apple Cider.”

“I’ll hold you to that,” chuckled Apple Bloom.

The three of them snuggled closely to me, their soft, warm bodies surrounding me like a thick quilt. We nuzzled our faces together, gazing into each other’s eyes exchanging slow, gentle kisses. Three pairs of soft legs and feet rubbed against mine in a playful game of footsie. My hands caressed their backs and butts, gently squeezing handfuls of their sexy flesh. I closed my eyes, reveling in the gentle love they shared with me. In that moment, I felt wholly and utterly content with my life. I felt as if I were exactly where I was meant to be, there with them. The four of us had been through many trials and hardships to get where we were, and as far as I was concerned, that’s where we would be for the rest of our lives: together.