Author's Note

Chapter contains: Human/Humanized, Incest, Unrealistic Anatomy, Harem/Polygamy, (MFFF) Foursome, Vaginal Sex, Creampie, Full Nelson Position, Mating Press Position, Reverse Missionary Position, Tickling, Foot Play, Spanking, Anal Sex, Tower of Butts Position

Consummation

Within seconds of the door of Buttercup’s bedroom slamming shut, I had crossed over to her bed and gently deposited my three giggling brides down onto it. Applejack, Apple Bloom, and Buttercup went sprawling back onto the mattress, lying side by side on their backs. They looked up at me as their laughter slowly faded, the looks in their eyes turning playfully intense. Even knowing what was coming, I still caught them by surprise when I threw myself down on top of them and pulled them into my grasp once again.

I wrapped my arms around their waists and pulled the four of us together in a tight embrace, one which they were quick to return. They threw their arms and legs around me and pressed themselves against me, their big, soft chests squishing up against my much harder one. I wasted no time in leaning in and beginning my oral assault, pressing my lips to each of theirs in rapid succession. Normally, tongue-wrestling with the three of them at once proved a challenging task, even with the significant amount of practice I had had, but that night was different. The fire that was burning in my belly and my loins lent speed and power to my movements, allowing me to not only hold my ground, but to quickly and definitively overpower them.

“What’s gotten into you, sweetie?” chuckled Buttercup as I untwined my tongue from hers and immediately locked lips with Applejack.

“Whatever it is, I wish it’d get into him more often!” said Apple Bloom as she forced her way into the kiss as well.

We spent a short while trying to vent the pent-up desire that had been building up within us all day, channeling it into the mashing of our lips and the twirling of our tongues. Recognizing the strange surge of vitality I was exhibiting, while not entirely understanding it, the three traded blows with me in a commendable, but ultimately fruitless attempt to defend their tender mouths. Applejack sent her powerful tongue barreling into mine, wrestling with me just as we loved to do with our bodies. Apple Bloom’s made up for in speed what she lacked in raw strength, zigging and zagging around mine to try and target my weak spots. The experienced Buttercup tried to lure me into her tongue-twisting traps like the world’s sexiest spider toying with a poor, young bug caught in its web.

Despite their best efforts, none of them were quite quick enough, quite strong enough, or quite clever enough to protect themselves. One by one, I forced my way into each of their hot, wet mouths, pinned their tongues beneath mine, and had my way with whatever delicious bit of their soft flesh that I pleased. Plump, feminine lips were sucked and nibbled, tongues were lovingly pounded into submission, and every little nook and cranny was plumbed. As the soft, almost chaste moans they let out gradually grew throatier and more intense, I felt their wills to resist slowly fade away. Before too long, they were all trying to muscle in and take their place on my lips, not to fight back, but because they just couldn’t wait for their turn to come again.

As one could imagine, all of this exertion did little to satisfy us; if anything, it left us even more needy than before. I could feel their warm bodies pressed up against mine, separated by only thin layers of fabric, and yet they felt maddeningly far away. My suit, which had fit me like a glove for hours, suddenly began to chafe me horribly, quickly driving me mad. Even with their more revealing outfits, I could tell my brides were feeling the same way, the three of them squirming and grabbing at the folds of my clothing. When the feeling became too much to bear, I begrudgingly pulled back from our steamy make-out session and released my hold on them, reaching for my clothes.

My brides quickly sat up and moved to help me, the three of them presumably wanting to feel my skin pressed against theirs just as much as I did. With four pairs of hands working at the task, it took little time to remove the pesky garments from my body. My jacket and shirt were unbuttoned and pulled down my arms while my belt and pants were undone and sent falling down to my ankles. They grabbed me and pulled me back down onto the bed between them. While I lied on my back and made out with one of them, the other two quickly removed my shoes and socks, then pulled my pants and underwear down and off of my legs. The cool night air felt refreshing on my bare skin, yet I longed for the feel of something much warmer.

As soon as I was free, I pounced on them once again, taking hold of each of them one at a time and stripping them with gusto. While I worked on one of them, the other two assisted, making sure that their beautiful gowns were not damaged in the process of being ripped from their bodies. Three piles of white lace and silk soon fell onto the bedroom floor, where they were quickly joined by three pairs of matching white heels. As soon as they had shed their outerwear, I once again threw them down onto their backs on the bed, their heads coming to rest side by side on the plush pillows. I got on my hands and knees above them, looking down at my three beautiful wives as they lied beneath me.

Everything had been a flurry of action for the past few minutes, but as I gazed upon them, a strange moment of calm interrupted the storm of lust raging in my mind. I couldn’t help but be taken in by their big, round eyes, eyes that sparkled and shone like the brightest stars. Three pairs of bountiful breasts slowly rose and fell as they breathed, each one proffering a perfect pink nipple. Three tummies of varying size and softness, but each one begging for kisses and gentle squeezes. Three sets of wide hips decorated with lacy panties of the brightest, purest white I had ever seen. Three pairs of sexy legs led down to three pairs of soft soles and three sets of tender toes. Clinging lovingly to three of those legs were three identical frilly garters decorated with images of apples.

“I hope you three are ready,” I growled hungrily as I drank in the sight of my three juicy little apples, “‘cause I’m gonna give you everythin’ I got.”

The three of them smiled their sexiest smiles and they licked their plump, kissable lips. “Come and get us, sugarcube,” said Applejack.

Needing no further invitation, I pounced on them, smiling wickedly and growling a deep, animalistic growl. My arms once again wrapped around them, pulling both their bodies and their heads together beneath me. The three of them emphatically returned the embrace, hugging me with both their arms and legs and squeezing tight. We leaned in and came together for the most wild and passionate four-way kiss I could ever remember us sharing. Four pairs of lips and four tongues battled it out between us, simultaneously seeking to dominate and worship their companions. I placed my hands on the backs of their heads and gently held the four of us together, not wanting to be separated from any one of them for even an instant.

Just as we wriggled and squirmed together up above, we did so below, grinding our hips against each other in a desperate attempt to find release. I could feel their soft limbs caress me and feel their even softer breasts squish against my torso, their rapidly hardening nipples prodding me in the most pleasurable manner possible. At the same time, my diamond-hard member rubbed against sheer, lacy panties and the soft flesh beneath, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me, pleasure just powerful enough to make me long for more. Thankfully, even in my lust-addled state, I knew how I could go about acquiring more. After spending a few more moments ensuring that each one of my wives had gotten a thorough tongue-fucking, I finally pulled my lips from theirs, our wet flesh making a lewd, wet noise as it was separated.

For a moment, the three of them looked mildly disappointed at my departure, but they perked up again when they saw me shimmy down and bring my face to their chests. I paused only a moment to take in the mouthwatering sight of those six beautiful teardrops squishing together before diving face-first into the ocean of feminine flesh before me. The feeling of their warm, silky-soft breasts rubbing against my face, almost smothering me with their prodigious mass, was absolutely heavenly. I immediately got to work, burying my face deeply into those mountains and licking, nibbling, and sucking on every inch I could reach. I took each one of their pretty, pink nipples into my mouth in turn, tending to each of them in the manner I knew their respective owners enjoyed the most.

A chorus of moans from up above let me know that my loves were enjoying themselves as much as I was. Even with their thick flesh muffling my ears, I could still hear their pleasured cries fill the room, the sound only adding fuel to the fire that drove me. I always loved hearing the sweet notes that they produced, and I had become quite adept at playing them like three musical instruments. Every firm suck, every flick of my tongue, every gentle nibble elicited another moan, another squeal, or another adorable whimper. I kept this up for a while, listening to their music and feeling their touches, their strong hands holding me in place and caressing my scalp. Even when their noises were muffled by the sounds of a sloppy three-way kiss, I persisted, letting them moan into each other’s mouths and hump me to their hearts’ content.

My hands wandered downward while I teased them, crossing the expanses of their smooth backs, and reaching their soft, round butts. I sank my fingers into each plush cheek, squeezing them firmly, but gently, each touch accompanied by a throaty moan from the respective cheek’s owner. While I would gladly have spent hours playing with each of their perfect posteriors, my true goal lay further down. I gradually worked my way down those precious mounds, eventually slipping my hands between their sexy thighs. When the tips of my fingers touched the sopping wet spots present on each pair of panties, I felt a tremor pass through the woman in question and heard her let out a stuttering moan. I grinned inwardly, recognizing that all three of them were primed and ready for me.

After spending a few more moments motorboating them, giving each of their stiff nipples one last long, hard suck, I finally surfaced, gasping for breath as I pulled my head out of the pillowy paradise. My wives broke their kiss shortly afterwards, trails of saliva connecting the tips of their tongues. They looked down at me, watching with half-lidded eyes as I pushed myself up on my hands and knees and crawled backwards down the bed. When I had gone far enough, I knelt between their legs and looked down at the six pitiful pieces of fabric that still clung to their bodies. As pretty as they were, they needed to go, an opinion that I imaged all four of us shared.

The garters were my first targets, the three dainty little things seeming erotically innocent, given the circumstances. One by one, I lifted the three legs that bore them into the air, then leaned down and took the respective garter between my teeth. As I slowly drew each garter up its leg, I kept my eyes locked on those of the woman it belonged to, savoring the looks of intense need and desire I saw there. Applejack’s dense, muscled leg, wrapped in a thick layer of soft flesh, was soon bared, as was Apple Bloom’s slender, toned leg and Buttercup’s plump, jiggly leg. After each garter was drawn past a set of wriggling toes, I plucked it from my mouth, gave it a soft kiss, then tossed it down onto the floor to join the rest of their ensembles.

My wives had kept themselves busy throughout my little show, kneading their breasts and stroking themselves through their panties, resulting in the three undergarments being absolutely soaked by the time I got to them. I chuckled, playfully batting away their hands as I reached for their hips one by one. I pulled each pair of luxurious panties quickly, but gently, down the legs beneath it, just as I had done countless times before. When I had all three pairs clutched in my hand, I pressed them against my nose, inhaling slowly and deeply. Their pungent, feminine musk filled my lungs, the three unique scents combining to form a mind-melting olfactory sensation that made my member throb. I shuddered as I felt their essence diffuse within me, although I hungered for the main course, not a mere appetizer. Sighing contentedly, I unceremoniously tossed the soiled undergarments onto the floor, then gazed once again upon the three wet and willing women before me.

“Now then,” I said, grinning widely, “who wants to go first?”

“Me!” said Applejack a millisecond before the others did.

“That sounded like AJ,” I said, crawling towards the woman in question.

“Oh, alright,” groaned Apple Bloom. “But finish her off quick! I don’t know how much longer I can wait.”

“Why don’t you help me out then?” I said, before looking down at Applejack. The look in her big, green eyes made it perfectly clear just how much she wanted what was coming. Chuckling, I leaned down and planted a few quick pecks on her freckled nose, cheeks, and her trembling lips. “Do you trust me?”

Applejack swallowed. “Completely,” she breathed.

I sat up once again, this time grabbing Applejack and gently pulling her up with me. When she was in a sitting position, I quickly moved around her, sitting on the bed with my stomach pressed up against her back. Before she had time to wonder what I was doing, I reached down, grabbed her legs under her knees, then hauled them up into the air. She let out a surprised exclamation as I leaned back against the bed, pulling her along with me. Applejack’s significant body weight came to rest fully on top of me, sandwiching me between itself and the soft mattress beneath me. After my head had made contact with the pillow, I positioned her knees in the crooks of my arms and reached back up towards her head. I reached around her neck and threaded my fingers together beneath her long, yellow hair, locking my big sister in a full nelson.

“Oh my...” she said as she recognized her predicament. The strong woman tentatively tested my hold on her, but she quickly realized what I already did: she was trapped. Applejack, the woman who had spent so many years trying to be strong for others had been forced into a position of complete and utter weakness and submission. My strong arms, made even stronger by the alchemical assistance I had received, held her in an iron grip that even her powerful legs could not have broken, assuming she even cared to try. The only thing she could do in that state was kick her feet impotently, or perhaps reach up and grab her ankles, holding them even higher.

“You ready, beautiful?” I whispered in her ear.

“Yes,” she whimpered. “Oh, yes.”

With a mighty heave, I hauled her a little bit further up my body, causing my member to slide out from between the long, deep valley of her cheeks where it had been nestled. I looked up at Apple Bloom and Buttercup, who had sat up on the bed beside us. “Mind givin’ me a hand?” I said.

“With pleasure,” said Buttercup, she and Apple Bloom smiling down at us.

Together, the two of them reached down and grasped my shaft, lifting it up off of my stomach and moving it into position. Applejack and I both shuddered and let out soft moans as my tip made contact with her plump lower lips and slid between them. Apple Bloom and Buttercup got me lined up and ready, but did not push me any further in, reserving that honor for me. I took one last moment to take a deep breath and plant my feet on the bed before forcefully thrusting my hips upwards, plunging my tip, my head, and as much of my shaft as I could into her with one swift motion.

Applejack let loose a long, drawn-out moan as my turgid member slid through the grasp of her hot, slippery, and incredibly tight pussy. I myself let out a deep grunt as her silken flesh tightened around me, sending a jolt of pleasure shooting straight up to my brain. I did not stop pushing until I had gone about as deep into her as I really could, given the position I had her in. We lied there for a few brief moments panting, letting the initial shock of our coupling dissipate before getting started for real. When I was ready, I moved again, slowly lowering my hips while also hefting Applejack upwards slightly, drawing myself back out of her one inch at a time. After a few more seconds of intense pleasure, I stopped, leaving only my head still trapped in her embrace.

I began rhythmically thrusting in and out of her, taking long, slow, deep strokes to maximize our pleasure. Every cycle brought with it a gentle shudder, a soft whimper, or a breathy moan, Applejack not making any effort to conceal her every little feeling. Those sensual sounds were soon joined by wild giggling as Buttercup and Apple Bloom, taking full advantage of the opportunity I had presented them with, sent their fingers dancing across Applejack’s vulnerable, defenseless body. My hands being in the perfect position to target her sensitive neck, I joined in as well, tickling her there while my other two wives went after her belly, her underarms, and her feet. Applejack wriggled and writhed in my arms, making a feeble attempt to escape us, but we did not relent, continuing to assault her with pleasure both inside and out.

We did give her short breaks from our tickling every now and then to let her catch her breath, although my hips never stopped, sending a continuous stream of stimulation flowing through her. Buttercup and Apple Bloom assisted me during these periods by teasing her heaving breasts, her dripping pussy, or giving her sloppy kisses. They even sent a few licks my way as well, wetting my balls and shaft as they rose and fell. The added stimulation only egged me on, my body responding by increasing the speed and force of my thrusts. While I had started out slow, I was soon sawing into her at a rapid pace, each wave of pleasure coming almost immediately after the one before it.

The combined effect this had on Applejack was predictably overpowering. When she wasn’t howling with laughter and squirming like slipperiest snake under the sun, she was moaning, clenching her toes, and humping the air in an adorably pathetic attempt to increase her own pleasure. Try as she might, we both knew that it was hopeless; Applejack was my little prisoner of love, powerless before me, Apple Bloom, and Buttercup as we lovingly dominated her, just like we all knew she loved. Hearing her wail and feeling her quiver enhanced the experience for me too, the mental thrill of taking my sister, my lover, and my wife in such a manner making my heart race.

So incredible was the pleasure coursing through me that, after only a few minutes, I found myself nearing my peak, and judging from the familiar squeals emanating from Applejack’s lips, I knew she was too. I increased the speed of my already-rapid thrusts, commencing my final sprint. The loud, rhythmic slapping of my hips against her meaty cheeks filled the room, and yet I was still able to hear her moan my name. As I single-mindedly pounded my wife’s pussy, deep, grunting moans of “Applejack” flowed from my lips. I forced my body to continue for as long as was possible, savoring every glorious moment of our lovemaking until, inevitably, my will finally broke. Drawing back by hips one last time, I slammed into her with all my might, hilting myself within her most sacred spot.

Applejack threw back her head and released a piercing scream of ecstasy as she came, filling the room with the sound of her love. I felt her inner walls clamp down around me like a vice, squeezing every inch of my length at once. Her beautiful body spasmed and shook as wave after wave of intense pleasure slammed into her, and with each one, I felt more and more of her liquid love leak out onto my skin. Apple Bloom wrapped her lips around Applejack’s clit as soon as the first wave hit, using her tongue to send our big sister soaring to even greater heights of pleasure. Applejack was helpless to resist any of it, merely clenching her toes, kicking her feet, and balling her hands into fists as she was consumed in both mind and body.

My own orgasm hit me the instant I felt her tighten around me, and I let loose a loud, masculine roar as my own muscles clenched. My member throbbed as I felt burst after burst of hot seed shoot up my length and spew out of my tip, flooding every corner of her deepest depths. Buttercup quickly took my balls into her mouth, expertly working them with her tongue and coaxing out every drop she could. Every spurt was accompanied by a wave of pleasure slamming into my mind, gradually drowning out anything other than my raging lust. Even after I had pumped enough into Applejack to fill her womb twice over, they just kept on coming, neither the size nor the associated pleasure of each shot diminishing. If I had been more lucid, I might have questioned how I was able to conjure up a week’s worth of baby batter in one climax, but as it was, I could do nothing more than lie back and enjoy as I was milked for everything I had.

While unusually long, my moment of euphoria did not prove infinite, which in hindsight was probably for the best. Eventually, the river of seed issuing forth from my member slowed to a stream, then a trickle, then stopped entirely. I held on to the pleasure until the very end, collapsing down onto the bed when I finally let go. I lied there, panting heavily as I enjoyed my waning afterglow. My tired arms had just enough strength left in them to carefully lower Applejack’s legs back down onto the bed. She let out a soft moan as her body uncurled, lying as limp as a rag doll on top of me. Neither of us moved for several moments, content with weakly nuzzling our faces together as we recovered.

“Oh my,” I heard Buttercup say. “Look at it all.”

“I know, right?” said Apple Bloom. “I’ve never seen him blow a load this big.”

When I felt a pair of tongues touch my tender shaft, slowly licking it clean, I shuddered and let out a breathy moan. I felt a quiver run through Applejack’s body as well, her sensitive flesh presumably being given the same treatment as mine was. As we enjoyed the gentle ministrations we were receiving, I lifted my hands and placed them on Applejack’s body, lightly caressing her from her hips up to her chest. Applejack raised a hand and placed it aside my face, stroking it as she slowly turned her head to look at me. We gazed at one another through half-lidded eyes, exchanging smiles and weak kisses.

The strength returned to my weary body much quicker than it normally did, and I was soon able to take hold of Applejack and carefully roll her down onto the bed beside me. Both of us whimpered as my length was slowly drawn out of her, my hot flesh meeting the relatively cool air once again. As I pushed myself up on my arm, I was able to look down between Applejack’s legs and see the extent of the mess I had made of her. Apple Bloom and Buttercup had not been wrong to be impressed by my productivity; even with the work they had done already, Applejack was still dripping with a huge amount of my fluids. With every little movement she made, another little bit leaked out, which Buttercup was doing her best to contain.

“Look at you!” said Apple Bloom as she leaned in and gently grasped my shaft. “You’re still so hard!”

Looking between my own legs, I saw that she was right in that assessment as well. Rather than slowly softening, my member continued to stand at attention, seeming to have lost none of its energy even after what it had just been through. More importantly, it seemed to have lost none of its motivation, as evidenced by the throbs brought on by Apple Bloom’s touch. As Apple Bloom cleaned my sticky flesh with her tongue, I lied back, leaning in towards Applejack and exchanging slow kisses with her. Apple Bloom’s touch quickly relit the fire burning in my belly, giving my muscles a revitalizing burst of energy. By the time Apple Bloom had swallowed down the last drop that clung to me and I had pulled my lips from Applejack’s, I was almost as horny as I had been when I had first walked in that room.

Not wanting to look a gift horse in the mouth, I let my carnal passions take hold of me yet again, directing me towards the closest female body that I had not already ravished. Apple Bloom yelped as I grabbed her beneath her arms and dragged her up towards me, then threw her down onto the bed on her back. I was on her a second after her head hit the pillow, mounting her and holding her down with my greater body weight. Apple Bloom’s surprised expression was quickly replaced with one of desire as she realized what was happening. I took her head in my hands, holding it still as I leaned in and pressed my face against hers.

“You ready for this?” I said softly.

“So ready,” she said.

I pressed my lips against hers, giving her a quick, yet intense kiss before pulling back again. I pushed myself back up into a kneeling position between her legs, then took a quick glance over at Applejack and Buttercup. “You two joinin’ in?” I said.

Applejack, who seemed to have regained most of her faculties, smiled back at me as Buttercup emerged from between her legs. “You know it,” she said. Applejack rolled over onto her side next to Apple Bloom, while Buttercup quickly crawled around and took a similar position on Apple Bloom’s opposite side.

With Apple Bloom surrounded on all sides, I was ready to make my move. I locked eyes with her, giving her a smile as I reached down and took hold of her slender calves. I raised her legs up and off of the bed, bringing them to rest on my shoulders with her feet to either side of my head. Slowly, I leaned back down towards her, the flexible teen’s legs folding painlessly up towards her head. Apple Bloom bit her lip and moaned from the sheer eroticism of the act, never taking her eyes off of mine as I brought my face to hers once more. Her feet came to rest on the pillows just above and to the side of our heads, and her hips angled upwards, ready to receive me. While the “mating press” might have just been a name, part of me would not have been opposed to making good on that moniker.

Apple Bloom wrapped her arms around my neck as we settled into position, running her fingers over my back and through my hair. I reached up and caressed her soft soles as we exchanged a few more quick smooches before getting started. My hands soon traveled down her long, girlish legs to her wide hips and to the dripping honeypot pressed against my shaft. The touch of those slick, plump lips on my stiff flesh was more than enough to send me tumbling back into the depths of lust, the pleasure from our gentle rubbing enough to make both she and I whimper. Neither wanting nor needing to delay any longer, I raised my hips and took hold of my shaft, angling it towards its next destination. As soon as my tip slid between her folds and up to her entrance, I lowered myself again, using my weight to force me into her tight, wet passageway.

Both of us moaned as I penetrated her, slowly sliding into her one inch at a time. Her pussy welcomed the familiar intruder, her walls squeezing me in a loving embrace that sent jolts of pleasure through my body. I saw Apple Bloom’s own pleasure on her face, her features quivering as whimpers and heavy breaths flowed out of her lips. One short eternity later, I felt my hips collide with hers as the very last bit of my length slid inside of her. We were both breathing heavily by that point, me especially, after the intense workout I had just been through. I lacked neither the strength nor the will to carry on however, and so braced myself against the bed and began drawing myself back out of her.

As with Applejack, I began with long, slow thrusts, ensuring she would get to enjoy every inch of me to the fullest. Also as with Applejack, the technique was extremely effective, sending Apple Bloom into a fit of moans, whimpers, and squeals almost immediately. Just a few strokes in, I could already see the burning lust in her beautiful orange eyes, even before Buttercup and Applejack joined in on our lovemaking. They each took one of Apple Bloom’s ankles in their hands, then brought their faces up to her wriggling feet. Apple Bloom shuddered as two soft, wet tongues were placed on her smooth heels and slowly dragged across her skin all the way up to her cute little toes. Thanks to the many hours we had all spent exploring each other’s bodies, both of them knew exactly how to lick, kiss, and nibble Apple Bloom’s petite feet to drive her wild.

With her lower extremities in good hands, literally and figuratively, I was able to devote my full attention to the rest of her nubile form. I readjusted, bringing my arms in and taking hold of her upper body. I let my hands wander over her soft skin, tracing her sloping curves and exploring her every nook and cranny. I squeezed her slim waist and massaged her smooth tummy, feeling out its subtle musculature. I cupped her perfect, perky breasts, gently kneading them and teasing her rock-hard nipples with the tips of my fingers. I held her head in my hands, caressing her cheeks and the strands of long, red hair that felt like silk against my skin. All the while, I continued thrusting into her, gently pounding her into the mattress with every downward motion.

As the minutes slowly ticked by, my gradually accelerating thrusts sent us both spiraling into a deep, warm pool of pleasure, gentle waves caressing our bodies and minds. As we nuzzled our faces together and exchanged quick, sloppy kisses, I heard Apple Bloom moan my name; I responded in kind with my own breathy moans of “Apple Bloom”. The thrill of feeling my beautiful baby sister, now my wife, squirming beneath me was absolutely incredible; I can only imagine she felt the same. The fiery young woman who had only ever wanted love and attention from her family was receiving all of that and then some as her body was worshipped by three people who loved her more than life itself. We caressed her skin with our hands, our lips, and our tongues, giving every inch of her our full and undivided attention.

Applejack and Buttercup continued giving Apple Bloom’s feet sensual tongue baths while also reaching down and massaging her legs and her pert, round butt. Occasionally, they would lean in and exchange a few kisses with Apple Bloom and I before returning to their posts. Likewise, I would occasionally raise my head and help them tend to her feet, sucking on her toes and tickling her tender skin with the tip of my tongue. I spent most of my time with my face pressed against hers, however, holding her close and sharing my breath with her. With each thrust, I felt her hold me just a little bit tighter, moan just a little bit louder, and stare into my eyes just a bit more intensely.

It didn’t take long before her moans graduated into long, drawn-out wails of pleasure interspaced with breathy demands for me to go harder and faster. I happily obliged, thrusting into her at a rapid pace that made the bed squeak beneath us every time. The intense wriggling of her feet and the look of incredible ecstasy on her face let me know that she did not have much longer in her. Even having just finished off a short time before, I, too, found myself rapidly approaching the extent of my endurance. Determined to give my wife the explosive end she had been waiting for, I grabbed her firmly, but gently, and began slamming my hips into hers as quickly as I could. Apple Bloom’s voice rose higher and higher every time our flesh collided, her squeals driving me on as we quickly, and inevitably, slammed head-first into our climaxes.

Apple Bloom let out a terrific scream as I raised my hips one last time, then sent them hurtling back down again, hilting every inch of me inside of her in one mighty thrust. Her inner walls clamped down around me, their incredible grip ensuring that I would not be going anywhere until she had finished milking me dry. I had no intention of retreating, however, not even after she sunk her (thankfully) short nails into my back. I felt her seize violently beneath me, her bucking hips and squirming legs held in place by my superior weight. I watched her face scrunch adorably as she rode out wave after wave of pleasure as they washed over her.

My own orgasm hit me as soon as I had plunged the last bit of my member into her plump, gushing pussy. A series of grunts and moans flowed from my lips as I felt my second load of the night being propelled down my length and into her deepest depths, one burst at a time. My muscles clenched as the first wave of pleasure hit me, radiating out through my entire body like ripples in a pond. The euphoria that washed over me was just as intense as that of my first climax and, curiously, just as long-lived. For the second time that night, I got to experience an absolutely mind-blowing orgasm while my body pumped another miraculous torrent of seed into my sister’s babymaker.

By the time I felt the last drop squeezed out of me with one final clench, I had reached the extent of my strength, and so was forced to let the rollercoaster I had been riding on leave me behind. I went limp, collapsing down onto Apple Bloom and lying with my face pressed against hers. Through the thick haze of my afterglow and the sound of my heavy breathing, I could just barely make out her own breaths and soft moans. I forced my eyes to open fully and looked upon her serene expression, just as she looked back at me. As we lacked the strength for anything else, we smiled weakly, nuzzling our faces together and lightly caressing one another.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Buttercup and Applejack carefully unbend Apple Bloom’s legs, slowly lowering them back down onto the bed beside mine. While I waited for my strength to return, I lied still and enjoyed as they gently rubbed the life back into my body and planted gentle kisses on my skin. When I felt I was ready, I took a deep breath, braced myself against the bed, and strenuously pushed myself up and off of Apple Bloom. We moaned together as my hips rose, dragging my length back out of her feebly clenching pussy. Applejack and Buttercup helped steady me as I pushed myself over to the side and rolled onto my back next to Apple Bloom.

“Land sakes!” said Applejack as she looked down at Apple Bloom’s freshly filled pussy. “You two weren’t kiddin’!”

I raised my heavy head up high enough to glance down and see the mess I had made of my little sister. Apple Bloom’s plump lower lips, in addition to being sopping wet with her own juices, were leaking an incredible amount of my hot, sticky seed. A thin trickle flowed from within her folds, dribbling down her skin and onto the bed beneath her. Every time an aftershock hit her, the clenching of her muscles sent another gush spurting out. Applejack quickly leaned down and locked her lips with Apple Bloom’s lower ones, lapping up as much as she could so as to minimize the overflow. Apple Bloom’s whimpering moans echoed through the room as her sensitive flesh was caressed by our big sister’s tongue.

“You sure did a number on them, sweetie,” said Buttercup as she lowered herself between my legs. “I hope you still got some left over for me though.”

She smiled up at me as she grasped my member and began licking my own soiled skin clean. The familiar feel of her soft fingers and her softer tongue sent a shiver up my spine, a spark of pleasure that cut through the soft haze of my afterglow. I turned my head towards Apple Bloom, leaning in and making out with her as Buttercup continued her gentle ministrations. I felt the strength and energy quickly return to my body, more than making up for that I had lost while making love to my sisters. In addition, my friend downstairs decided that he still had not had enough, and was soon demanding more serious attention than mere foreplay. I didn’t have time to question why the period of serene satisfaction that typically followed my climaxes ended so quickly, as my mind was quickly overwhelmed by a rising tide of lust once again.

By the time I had been cleaned up and Buttercup had swallowed down her last mouthful with a loud gulp, I was pumped up and ready to start all over again. I sprang into action, sitting up on the bed and grabbing Buttercup, my unusually strong arms effortlessly pulling her up towards me. I sat my big, beautiful mother down on my lap and wrapped my arms around her middle, just as she put her arms around my neck. I held her tightly against me, my inexplicably hard shaft rubbing against her slick lips, the touch making both of us shiver.

“You better get ready,” I said, looking into her eyes, “‘cause I’m gonna give you just as much as they got.”

“I can’t wait,” she said, looking at me and licking her lips.

I leaned in and locked lips with her, our tongues quickly darting forward to meet each other between us. As I tongue-wrestled with her, I slowly leaned backwards, lowering myself down onto the bed with her on top of me. Buttercup might not have been the most petite woman around, but that didn’t stop me from loving the feel of her weight pressing down on me. Every inch of her perfectly plump body, from her breasts, to her belly, to her thighs, to her criminally big bottom was built for being hugged, squeezed, and lovingly slapped, especially slapped. My hands wandered up and down her stunning curves as she ground herself against me, her soft flesh squishing against my much harder flesh.

I heard the bed squeak and felt motion as Applejack and Apple Bloom got up and moved over to us, taking up position on either side. After they had lied down next to us, they leaned in and brought their faces to ours, nuzzling their way into our kiss. Buttercup and I were glad to receive them, making room for them to press their soft lips against our own. As our four tongues came together in yet another four-way kiss, I felt my sisters’ hands join mine in exploring our mother’s body. We squeezed her thick, pillowy thighs, grabbed huge handfuls of her soft breasts, and ran our fingers through her curly locks. Above all else, however, we focused on that monument to feminine beauty that was her huge, jiggly butt.

My sisters and I had always recognized our mother’s incredible endowments, although we had not always understood the true significance of them. I still had vague memories of when we had been very young and our mother would take baths with us, letting us innocently explore her body as an exercise in healthy skinship. At the time, we had appreciated our mother’s curves in an entirely platonic way, seeing them as just something that made her more enjoyable to hug and squeeze and play-wrestle with. In the present, of course, we had come to appreciate her body in an entirely new way. While we still enjoyed her tender hugs and cuddles, we enjoyed ravishing the mountains of feminine flesh that clung to her as well.

Such were my thoughts as I ran my hands over the slopes of those twin globes, savoring the warmth and the texture of them. Buttercup moaned and whimpered as my sisters and I sank our fingers deeply into her flesh, there being more than enough for us all to get big handfuls. We eagerly enjoyed it to the fullest extent, squeezing it, jiggling it, gently pinching it, and hefting each weighty cheek up, down, and all around. Of course, we all knew what she really wanted, so did not hesitate to plant a series of sharp smacks across the curvature of those cheeks. Buttercup let out the most delectable little squeaks every time the crack of flesh-on-flesh echoed throughout the room, but she did not let our loving assault deter her, instead using it to fuel her passionate kisses and eager humping.

None of us were surprised by her love of the rough play by that point, having learned her little kink a while ago. Far from being the matronly widow that many took her for, deserving only of the utmost respect and delicacy, we knew that she was still the strong young woman she had always been deep down. She yearned to live her life to the fullest and sate her carnal needs with those whom she loved more than any other, and we were more than prepared to satisfy those needs and then some. My sisters and I always showed her the same care and attention we always did, and yet did not hesitate to treat her body as that of a woman, a work of art dedicated to both tender love and to raw, primal lust.

Speaking of lust, my own ravenous desires were quickly overwhelming me, urging me to use the set of wide, childbearing hips before me as they were meant to be used. Having no reason to hold back, I released my grip on one of Buttercup’s cheeks and slipped a hand between us, reaching down between my legs. Feeling what I was doing, Buttercup quickly raised her hips, giving me room to grab my throbbing member and angle it upwards. It took me a moment to get myself lined up with her slick nethers, but the shiver that passed through our bodies as my tip touched her silken lips let me know when I had reached my destination. I carefully pushed my way up to her entrance, the feeling of that alone already driving me wild. When she felt that I was in position, Buttercup quickly lowered her hips again, the heavy weight of her lower half sending me plunging into her tender flesh like a hot knife through butter.

Our kiss finally broke as Buttercup and I both let out long, loud moans, the sensation of hilting inside of her making our skin tingle in the most pleasurable of ways. Her inner walls squeezed me with just the right amount of strength, her experienced body instinctively knowing how much to relax itself to provide the perfect amount of stimulation. As the initial spike of pleasure stabilized, Buttercup stared into my eyes, letting me see the blazing blue-green fire that burned within them. In her eyes I saw my own lust reflected, my lust and my love for my sexy, succulent mother-wife. We quickly came back together, locking lips and grasping each other for dear life. With my arms around her waist and my feet firmly planted, I could finally begin bucking my hips upwards to meet hers.

Our moans echoed into each other’s mouths as I began thrusting in and out of her, each long, slow stroke sending another wave of pleasure washing over us. With every backstroke, Buttercup raised her hips into the air, sending them crashing back down in time with every upstroke. The soft slaps of our flesh colliding were interspaced with the much sharper slaps of my sister’s hands against her cheeks, which gradually grew more forceful and more frequent. The two of them pulled back and left us to our kiss, instead focusing entirely on giving Buttercup’s body the rough love it craved. While they continued to caress and kiss her all over, they did not hesitate to deliver the forceful spanks that we knew Buttercup enjoyed, each one riling her up even further.

Of course, her rising passion only served to inflame my own as well, each squeal, each throaty moan, and each spasm making it perfectly clear how much she was enjoying her treatment. Luckily for her, I enjoyed driving her wild just as much as she enjoyed being driven wild, and was always willing to go the extra mile to give her what she needed. In order to achieve this, I quickly increased the speed and strength of my thrusts, pounding her more roughly than I typically did with my other wives. Before long, the slapping of our hips had almost grown loud enough to drown out the slaps that rained down on her rear, which I imagined had probably grown a delightful shade of reddish-pink by that point. As expected, my efforts bore fruit in the form of Buttercup’s near-constant moaning and whimpering, as well as the frantic writhing of her tongue in my mouth.

We spent quite a while like that, me hammering into her as if I were tenderizing the thickest, juiciest slab of meat in the world, while she held on tightly and enjoyed the ride. She tried to keep up with me at first, but as my hips accelerated to jackhammer speeds, she was forced to lie there helplessly in my firm grasp and take whatever I decided to give her. If my arms hadn’t been wrapped around her waist as tight as they were, she most likely would have been bobbing up and down so intensely that she would have gotten dizzy. As it was, her most notable movements were the constant jiggling of her plump flesh, which rippled as the shockwaves of our earth-shaking lovemaking rippled through her.

I could only imagine the sight that my sisters were being treated to at that moment. While seeing Buttercup’s angelic visage contorted in ecstasy was undoubtedly a priceless experience, the sight of her butt, those two massive mountains of meat that made up one of the three sexiest asses in all of Equestria, being jostled and jiggled about like two heaping helpings of gelatin was enough to drive both me and my sisters wild every time. Just the thought of those delicious pink cheeks wobbling up and down, side to side, and pulling apart only to come crashing back together again was enough to rob me of the last of my senses. Letting my body act of its own accord, I raised a hand into the air and delivered a strong, open-palmed spank directly at the center of one of them.

Buttercup’s eyes flew open and her lips parted from mine as her loud shriek echoed throughout the room, louder even than the crack of my hand against her tender flesh. She kept her eyes locked on mine but did not resume our kiss, the stream of lewd noises flowing from them unwilling to be muffled any longer. Instead, she pressed her face against mine, her hot breath caressing my skin with every exhalation. Her moans were accompanied by barely intelligible cries of my name as well as desperate demands for me to plow her harder, faster, and rougher. I didn’t need her to tell me to do that, however, as I was already pushing the two of us towards the finish line at a tremendous pace. As I stared into her beautiful eyes and moaned her name, my hips accelerated to incredible speeds, not slowing until the very last moment when my will finally crumbled and released the pressure that had been building up inside of me for what felt like hours. With a mighty roar, I squeezed her against me as tightly as I could, then sent my hips rocketing upwards one last time, spearing her in one brutal thrust.

Buttercup’s deep, womanly voice crescendoed into a shrill squeal that made my ears ring. Her inner walls tightened around me, her mature pussy milking me in the way that only it was capable of. At the same time, she squeezed me with the rest of her body as well, her legs and arms wrapping around me and locking me in her grasp. As Buttercup was hit by wave after wave of pleasure, her body trembled from foot to head, every inch of her plump flesh infused with the energy of her orgasm. Throughout it all, she continued to wail and moan, any attempts at language reduced to mere gibberish as her mind was overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of her climax.

I reached my own peak as my tip plunged through her hot, juicy flesh, not stopping until it had reached the gate to her womb. For the third time that night, I felt a familiar pressure as my aching balls sent their precious cargo rocketing up my shaft and spurting out into her deepest depths. A continuous, grunting moan flowed from my lips as I pumped her unprotected pussy full of seed, each powerful spurt wracking my body with pleasure. My muscles clenched as I rode out the waves, ensuring that she would not be going anywhere until I had finished depositing my entire load inside of her. For what felt like whole minutes, Buttercup and I writhed in our shared pleasure, covering each other with our love juices inside and out, respectively.

When, at last, I reached the end of my magically enhanced reserves, I gave one final clench and painted her inner walls with the last few drops. I held onto the last meager surge of pleasure for as long as I could before finally letting go, allowing my orgasm to fade into a gentle afterglow. My thrice-spent muscles went limp, and I collapsed fully down onto the bed, panting heavily. I could hear my heart pounding in my head like a drum, one of the few sensations that came to me in my stupor. The only other things I could detect in that moment were the weight and warmth of Buttercup’s body resting on mine, the soft caress of her breath as she rested her face on mine, and the reflexive squeezing of her inner walls around my tender flesh.

My heavy eyelids fluttered open, and I looked up at Buttercup’s face, her expression one of peace and total satisfaction. Seemingly sensing my gaze, she slowly opened her eyes too and looked back at me. We smiled at one another as we rubbed our noses together and made a token effort of pressing our weary lips together in a kiss. I felt her gentle hands lightly caress my head, just as mine stroked the soft skin of her back. An instant after I heard one of my sisters give Buttercup a light, playful swat, she gave a start, whimpering and sending out a shiver that reverberated into my body as well. A weak, breathy chuckle emanated from Buttercup’s lips, one which I and my sisters quickly joined in on.

Applejack and Apple Bloom lied down beside us, scooting in close and throwing their arms and legs around us. As we felt their familiar warmth on either side of us, Buttercup and I looked over and gave them both smiles, which they gladly returned. The four of us pressed our faces together, exchanging the gentlest of kisses, licks, and nuzzles. As we reveled in the feeling of each other’s warm, moist breath on our skin, I felt my sisters’s hands wander over my and Buttercup’s bodies, their touches jump-starting my tired muscles. When I felt enough of my strength had returned, I placed my hands on Buttercup’s hips and carefully rolled her off of me. Applejack and Apple Bloom helped me lower her limp body down onto the bed next to me, where we resumed our cuddle.

“I shouldn’t be surprised at this point,” said Applejack, looking down between Buttercup’s legs.

Following her gaze, I peered down at Buttercup’s freshly filled pussy, finding a sight that would have been shocking had I not already seen it twice before. Just like both of her daughters before her, Buttercup’s plump lips oozed an obscene amount of our combined juices, her every movement causing another small amount to leak out. I was in a similarly lewd state, my member smeared with creamy white from my tip all the way down to my balls. Before we could make even more of a mess of the bed than we already had, Applejack and Apple Bloom crawled down and got between our legs, putting their tongues to work to clean us up. As Apple Bloom gently lapped at Buttercup’s lips, Applejack slowly dragged her tongue up my length again and again, swallowing down mouthful after mouthful.

As their tongues sent aftershocks shooting through our bodies, Buttercup and I looked back at one another, then came together for a kiss. As our tongues slowly swirled and twirled together, we ran our hands over each other’s chests, I gently kneading her massive melons while she traced the muscles of my chest and shoulders. We broke our kiss and looked down when we felt my sisters’ tongues leave our skin. While they had done an excellent job cleaning us up, the mess had not been completely disposed of, as evidence by their engorged cheeks. Applejack and Apple Bloom sat up on the bed and looked down at Buttercup, flashing her sensual grins and beckoning her towards them. Returning the grin, Buttercup slowly pushed herself up and put her arms around her daughters as they came together in an embrace. Three sets of soft lips came together and three tongues passed thick globs of my seed between their mouths.

I looked up at them from where I lay, taking in the erotic sight of my three wives savoring every drop as if it were the elixir of life. The way their tongues danced across each other’s lips, scooping up every bit they could reach, the way their bountiful breasts squished together between them, and the way they moaned softly into each other’s mouths filled me with an indescribably feeling of carnal euphoria. Those three stunningly sexy women were hopelessly addicted to me, just as I was hopelessly addicted to each of them. I loved the sight of them, the feel of them, the taste of them, the sound of them, even the smell of them, each little sensation their beautiful bodies provided being enough to make me want to grab onto them and never let go.

So it was, as my head once again filled with lustful thoughts, my body responded in kind, filling with strength and energy from some unknown source. My weary bones and muscles, having already carried me through three intense round of lovemaking, were nearing the end of their rope, but like a marathon runner nearing the finish line, I received that crucial second wind I needed to see things through to the end. Granted, it might have been more accurate to call mine a “fourth wind”, but I was not particularly in the mood to care about such things as word choice at that moment. There were three newlywed women who needed their husband to take care of them, and my body had no intention of abandoning that mission until either they or I or all of us passed out on the bed.

My wives finally brought their sensual cum kiss to a close, each of them taking about a third of the total load in their mouths and swallowing together with one loud gulp. When they had finished licking their mouths clean again, they turned back to me, where their eyes were immediately drawn downward. While my poor member had already brought three women to orgasm in quick succession, he still managed to stand tall and proud, as eager to meet their tender flesh as he had been when we had first started.

“No way,” said Applejack, smiling and shaking her head in disbelief.

“Holy honeycrisp!” said Apple Bloom, her lips stretching into a wide smile. “You’re...you’re unbelievable tonight! You’re an animal!”

“That’s right!” I said, smiling back at them. With a sudden surge of strength, I pushed myself up, threw my arms around all three of them, then dragged them back down just as quickly. Applejack, Apple Bloom, and Buttercup giggled as we all toppled onto the bed, the three of them coming to rest on top of me. I squeezed them tightly against me as I leaned in and planted a quick kiss on each of their lips.

“My three beautiful mares need a stud after all,” I growled as I looked into their eyes. “The only question is...are you ready to go again?”

“Oh, you know I am, sweetie,” said Buttercup. “Your mama ain’t backin’ out while her boy still needs her.”

“I ain’t through with you yet, sugarcube,” said Applejack. “Ain’t no way my little brother’s outlastin’ me!”

“C’mon, big guy,” said Apple Bloom. “I wanna feel my big brother in me one more time.”

“That’s what I wanted to hear,” I said, “‘cause there’s three little holes in this room that haven’t gotten to taste me yet.”

Based solely on the shudder that ran through their bodies and the lewd expressions that appeared on their faces, I might have thought that the three of them came again right then and there.

“Apple Bloom,” said Buttercup softly, but intensely, “get the lube.”

The next few minutes were a flurry of activity, with all four of us scrambling to get ourselves ready for the grand finale. In the blink of an eye, Apple Bloom retrieved the lube from the bedside table and began coating her fingers. At the same time, Applejack positioned herself on top of me, spreading her legs and arching her back as she leaned in to kiss me. As we made out, Buttercup sank her fingers into Applejack’s thick, round cheeks, prizing them apart to reveal the pretty pink pucker between them. Applejack moaned and whimpered into my mouth as our sister and mother began sliding their fingers into her dirtiest, lewdest hole.

Being the very dedicated amateurs we were, my wives had become quite adept at preparing each other’s assholes for me, being capable of coating each one quickly, carefully, and thoroughly. While they did take a little bit of time to tease Applejack’s pucker, they did not waste too much time, as we were all eager to move on. When Applejack was suitably lubricated, she begrudgingly sat up and made way for Apple Bloom, who gleefully took our big sister’s place on my chest. The others made short work of her as well, not helped by Apple Bloom’s eager wiggling of her hips. Last, but certainly not least, came Buttercup, who locked lips with me while her daughters tended to her down below. While they had to fight the urge to just empty the whole bottle over her huge, jiggly ass and knead her cheeks like two mountains of dough, they eventually managed to get her prepped as well.

Of course, there was still me to be considered as well. When all three of them were finished, they moved aside to let me sit up and lean back against the headboard, giving them unrestricted access to my throbbing shaft. The three of them advanced on me like a trio of jungle cats, getting in close and sending their slippery hands down between my legs. I let out a grunting moan as three soft hands wrapped around me and began coating every inch of me with lube, reaching down to massage my balls as well. My moan was muffled when they simultaneously leaned in and pressed their lips against mine, drawing me into another four-way kiss. While their hands worked on me, I put my hands to work as well, slipping my fingers down the cracks of all three of their asses to tease their holes.

While we always took the time to be careful, we were also incredibly horny little apple farmers who wanted nothing more in that moment than to rut and be rutted by each other, respectively. As soon as my member had reached an acceptable amount of coverage, an unspoken signal passed between us, and we broke our kiss. Applejack, Apple Bloom, and Buttercup released me and quickly spun around, getting on their hands and knees facing the foot of the bed. They lowered their chests to the bed while arching their backs and thrusting their hips into the air, seductively wagging them from side to side. I nearly had a heart attack as I watched those three big, round, sexy asses wiggle, jiggle, and gently collide with each other.

“We’re all ready for you,” said Apple Bloom. “Who do you want first?”

“‘First’?” I said, sounding out the word as if I had never heard it before. “Who said anything about ‘first’?”

Before they could question what in the world I was implying, I sprang forward, pouncing on them like a lion on his lionesses. I wrapped my arms around them and heaved their bodies about, rearranging them as easily as one would arrange a pillow fort. They were surprised and confused at first, but as it quickly became clear what I wanted from them, their expressions turned to ones of awed arousal and eager desire. Buttercup was first, me gently pushing her hips back down onto the bed, her ass flanked by her feet. Next came Applejack, whom I grabbed around the middle and carefully lifted on top of Buttercup, laying her down so that her chest pressed against Buttercup’s back and her dense, muscled cheeks came to rest on top of Buttercup’s soft, plush ones. I barely had to do anything for Apple Bloom, who gladly scrambled on top of Applejack, lying down on top of her sister and placing her pert, round ass on the top of the stack.

I moved back, taking a moment to observe the masterpiece of the sexual arts that my wives and I had created together. From that angle, all I could see of them was a colossal tower of assflesh flanked by three pairs of legs hanging off to the sides. The three of them huddled closely together, holding onto each other so that they would not lose their balance and come crashing down. Each of those beautiful butts, the big, the bigger, and the biggest, were mouthwateringly enticing on their own, but arranged together like that, they were almost enough to make me blow my load right then and there. They subtly gyrated their hips, using their curves to draw me in like a moth to flame. The little vixens’ plan succeeded, and I slowly crawled towards the six pink cheeks and the three pink little puckers, slathered with lube, nestled between them.

I couldn’t help but reach out and run my hands all over those sexy asses, savoring the feel of every tender, succulent ounce. Apple Bloom’s round, perky butt might not have been as big as the others’, but it looked all the more impressive for hanging off of such a slender, nubile body, and had the perfect combination of subtle, toned muscles beneath a layer of feminine softness. I had long ago learned to appreciate the raw power of Applejack’s firm, muscular ass, but the thick layer of plump that coated it was just as enjoyable to sink my fingers into. Finally, there was the jaw-dropping immensity of Buttercup’s plush, motherly cheeks which could and would swallow up your fingers before you managed to reach the muscles within. I let myself run wild over those asses like a kid in a candy store, squeezing, pinching, jiggling, and planting kisses over every inch of them. I didn’t even shrink from raising my hand and giving each perfect cheek a light, playful slap, just hard enough to make them each give a start.

“C’mon, already!” said Applejack, her tone dripping with arousal. “I can’t wait any longer!”

“Yeah!” said Apple Bloom in a similarly lewd tone. “No more teasin’!”

“Please, sweetie,” whimpered Buttercup. “Give it to us!”

Despite their adorably needy pleas, I couldn’t help but tease them just a little bit more. Chuckling softly, I moved a hand down and slipped it into Buttercup’s deep valley, pressing the tip of my finger against her asshole. She whimpered as I gently pushed it inside and traced the rim at an agonizingly slow pace. “What was that you said, mom?” I said, grinning wickedly. “I didn’t quite hear you.”

“For Celestia’s sake, just fuck me already!” Buttercup cried out. “Please!”

I removed my finger from her, but quickly moved up to Applejack, giving her the same tortuous treatment. “How about you, big sis?” I said. “Is there somethin’ you want?”

“Dagnabbit, just put it in!” Applejack whined. “I need to feel you inside me!”

“And how about you, little sis,” I said, moving up to Apple Bloom. “Is there anythin’ I can do for you?”

“Oh for...you better put that cock of yours in my ass right now or I’m gonna do it for you!” cried Apple Bloom.

I chuckled, but decided that I had teased them enough. Besides, it had taken everything I had to hold back my own lust up to that point, and I was quickly becoming as desperate for release as they were. “Alright,” I said. “You asked for it.”

I quickly shuffled forward on my knees, bringing myself right up to the stack. I lowered myself to the bed, placing one hand on Buttercup’s squeezable hip while grabbing my shaft with the other. As I pushed my head through the deep valley of her ass, my mind was filled with memories of all the mind-blowing buttjobs those plush pillows had given me. I had to fight my reflexive urge to just grab those cheeks and start hotdogging her, but I soon felt my true destination pressed against my tip. A shudder passed through both of us as I pushed the first bit of my head inside, the generous amounts of lube reducing the friction, but not the tightness, of the little hole. Once firmly lodged inside, however, I was free to grab her hips with both hands and slowly push myself further in, her slick asshole swallowing up my entire length one inch at a time.

My sisters and I had been astounded on the day when we had found out that our mother was an anal virgin. According to her, she and our father had always preferred to do things the “old-fashioned” way, and had never felt the need or desire to do much experimentation in the bedroom. Whether it had been seeing me take my sisters asses so many times or just her own changed tastes, she had eventually asked if she could try it for herself, a request which we, I especially, had been happy to oblige. She had, of course, been nervous the first time I had taken her in that way, but we had quickly discovered that she was not only okay with such a naughty act, but that she thoroughly enjoyed it, perhaps even more than her daughters did. Perhaps it fed into her love of rough, wild lovemaking, because I had never failed to make her wail like a banshee on the few occasions I had pumped that pillowy ass full before.

Unsurprisingly, every inch of my diamond-hard rod that penetrated her vulnerable flesh elicited a slew of moans, whimpers, and exuberant words of approval. At the same time, I heard groans of disappointment and whispered curses come from my sisters, who had realized that they would have to wait just a little bit longer. “Just hang on a little longer, you two,” I grunted. “I’ll be there soon!”

After an agonizingly pleasurable journey, I eventually hilted inside of Buttercup, my hips squishing up against her plump cheeks. With her being as inexperienced as she was, I still had to fight her reflexes quite a bit to make my way inside, but I wasn’t about to complain about such an enjoyable squeeze. When her body had relaxed enough, I began pulling back out of her, which resulted in just as many moans and shudders as the inward journey had. My first few thrusts were slow and careful, as always, making sure to warm up her muscles and spread the lube as deeply as it needed to go. Once I felt the little friction that remained reduced to a negligible amount, I could truly get started, pounding her slowly, yet forcefully. The impact of my hips against her ass made not only her own cheeks jiggle, but those of my other two wives as well.

Watching the shockwaves as they traveled up that tower of feminine flesh before me soon proved too enticing of a sight for my mind, which had already abandoned its last vestiges of higher thought. After less than a minute of plowing Buttercup, I dragged myself back out of her and quickly repositioned myself at Applejack’s level, sliding myself between her meaty cheeks. A disappointed moan from Buttercup was accompanied by an eager one from Applejack as I lined myself up with her pretty little pucker. Her moans grew more intense as I slowly pushed myself inside, taking my big sister just as slowly and carefully as I had my mother. While her more experienced asshole received me much more easily, it still gripped me with such force that I had to concentrate on not finishing prematurely.

I still remembered the first time Applejack and I had tried anal. She had tried so hard to impress me that night, tried so hard to show me that she was ready to do whatever it took to satisfy me. Thankfully, she had since abandoned those insecurities, and the two of us had enjoyed a healthy sexual relationship based on love and respect ever after. That being said, she still enjoyed it when I pinned her to the bed beneath me, held her hands, and rutted her like a wild animal claiming its mate. I couldn’t deny my own enjoyment of the role reversal every time my big, strong sister, whom had lorded her older-sibling authority over me for years, was reduced to an adorably pathetic mess, squirming and begging for me to pound her harder.

I worked Applejack’s ass for a short while, savoring every little quiver that ran through her body and every sultry exclamation that flowed from her lips. Before too long, however, my lust-addled brain got distracted yet again, this time taken in by the perfect cheeks of my beautiful baby sister. I gave Applejack a few more firm thrusts to tide her over, then quickly pulled myself back out of her. Apple Bloom was noticeably excited when she realized her turn had come, wiggling her hips enticingly and whimpering with anticipation. She didn’t have to wait long though, as my throbbing member soon made its way to its third asshole of the evening. I had to stand up slightly to reach her at the top of the pile, but the awkward position was the last thing on my mind at that moment. As my tip kissed her little pucker, the eager teen immediately threw her hips backward, spearing herself on the first little bit of me. We both grunted from the jolt that passed through us, but quickly recovered, and I began my slow journey into her depths.

Apple Bloom had always been eager in the bedroom, even on the night she had asked me to take her final virginity. While her jealousy of how far I had gone with Applejack had been cute, and admittedly a bit arousing, I knew that she really just wanted me to love her just as much as I loved our big sister, something I was more than capable of doing. The image of her pert butt quivering as I slowly sunk deeper and deeper into her had been as incredible back then as it was in the present, and her little whimpers were the icing on the cake. As I reached the end of my initial penetration and began my measured, rhythmic thrusting, I felt her tight passage clench around me, trying to keep its long, throbbing lover from leaving. The prideful young woman might have told me to rail her as hard and rough as I did Buttercup, but I knew what she really wanted deep down. I took my time, giving every inch of her sensitive skin all the care, all the attention, and all the love it craved.

On any other night, I would gladly have spent hours buried inside Apple Bloom, but I was not about to waste the opportunity to use all three of their asses to their fullest extents. After Apple Bloom had been suitably warmed up, I withdrew from her, although it was only a moment before I felt the tight embrace of soft, warm flesh again. At first, I tried to be fair, cycling from Buttercup, to Applejack, then to Apple Bloom, then starting all over again, giving each of them enough to keep them riled up, but not enough to completely satisfy them. As my thrusts grew faster and harder and their vocalizations grew louder and lewder, I stopped caring for such regimented lovemaking and just let my member direct me towards whoever’s ass it craved moment-to-moment. The three of them didn’t seem to mind much either, as none of them went without me firmly planted within them for more than a few moments at a time.

Each one of my beautiful wives was perfect in her own special way; each one was a precious treasure that I couldn’t live without. The three of us had been through so much to get to where we were, but as I knelt there, ravishing their bodies, I did not doubt that I would have done it all over again if I had had the chance. They belonged to me, mind, body, and soul, just as much as I belonged to them. They would do anything for me, and I would do anything for them. Just as their big, bubbly butts and slippery little holes were mine to do with as I pleased, my own stiff flesh existed to give them the mind-blowing pleasure they all deserved. And give them that pleasure I did, my body pushing itself to the limit as I stretched out their holes one after the other and squeezed every last drop of lust out of my three juicy little apples that they had to offer.

The tripartite chorus of moans, squeaks, squeals, grunts, growls, and every other lewd noise it was possible for a woman to make filled my ears, every sensual sound driving me to go further, faster, and fiercer. The three clung to each other with both their arms and legs, pawing at whatever they could grab of each other’s soft flesh. They leaned over each other’s shoulders, nuzzling their faces and making feeble attempts at kissing through their own cacophony. They never stopped moving their hips, even when it wasn’t their turn, the three of them humping and grinding themselves on whatever was beneath them. Even with their messy hair, their sweat-covered skin, and expressions contorted in pure ecstasy, they made for the most beautiful sight I had ever seen.

I didn’t know how long I managed to keep them in that state, slowly nearing their peaks but never quite reaching them. I did recognize, however, when my own climax suddenly appeared on the horizon, the physical and mental stimulation of taking the assholes of my big sister, my little sister, and my mother sending me hurtling towards the finish line at breakneck speeds. My body moved on autopilot, trying to push my lovers to the greatest heights possible while my mind was drowned in indescribable pleasure. My thrusts came faster and faster and I switched more and more often; towards the end, I was only giving each of them a few quick thrusts before moving on, although I would inevitably be back seconds later. The pleasure of their peers seemed to affect them as much as their own did, their wailing growing louder even when it was the one above or below them taking my hard thrusts. Of course, they were driving me just as wild as they drove each other, so much so that I did not hesitate when I finally reached the extent of my endurance, going all-out in a finale for the ages.

I seized Buttercup’s hips and rammed myself all the way inside of her so forcefully that the clap of my flesh against hers echoed throughout the room. She came as soon as I had hilted inside of her, clenching around me so tightly that I thought she would crush me. I didn’t care though, as the intense pressure was enough to send me crashing into my own mind-breaking orgasm. My loud, virile bellow mixed with her feminine scream as I erupted inside of her, pumping her plump ass full of my seed. Burst after burst came and went, shooting out of me with the strength of a fire hose and painting her insides white. The waves of pleasure that wracked my body and mind were just as powerful, but not so powerful that I forgot the other two asses waiting to be filled.

In an act of miraculous willpower, I pulled my hips backward, yanking myself out of Buttercup in a fraction of a second. I moved like lightning, repositioning and thrusting myself into Applejack before a single drop of my liquid love was wasted. Upon feeling me ram back into her, Applejack let loose her own howl and was thrown into the depths of her own orgasm. She clenched down on me as her body spasmed and shook as intensely as Buttercup’s. I allowed her to milk me, squeezing what felt like gallons out of me, before I forced myself to move on again. I had already given Buttercup and Applejack multiple orgasms’ worth each, but I still needed to do the same for Apple Bloom.

Grunting in agonizing ecstasy, I pulled myself out of Applejack, rose up to Apple Bloom, then slammed myself into her slick asshole, all in the blink of an eye. Her scream joined those of the others in a glorious sexual symphony as the came, clamping down on me and refusing to let go. I wasn’t going anywhere though, as I was fully intent on giving her the last third of my prodigious load. Apple Bloom held on tightly to Applejack as her body shook, just as Applejack held on to Buttercup, and Buttercup held onto the bed for dear life. Three sets of hips bucked, three sets of toes curled, and three pussies spurted warm juices as they rode out their shared orgasm, the pleasure radiating through them as if they were of one mind and body. And standing above them all, emptying into them the very last drops that my overworked balls had to offer, was me, their brother, their son, their friend, their husband, and their incestuous lover.

Every muscle in my body seemed to be working together to squeeze my essence out of me and into them. My overworked heart pounded against my chest, feeling as if it would burst free at any moment. My lungs burned as they frantically sucked air in and out like the bellows of the hottest forge. Every inch of my body was giving one hundred and ten percent; my mind, however, was the picture of serenity. As the innumerable waves of pleasure washing over me finally receded, I felt as if I were being swept away by a slow-moving river of warm water, momentarily carried away from all the troubles of the material world, leaving me with only the bliss of complete and utter satisfaction. My senses faded one by one, the mere task of sight proving too much for my burned-out brain.

I drifted for an unknown time in that dreamy haze before I finally returned to the world again. When I did, I found myself lying on my back on a soft surface that I eventually realized was the bed. Every muscle in my body ached with the most severe exhaustion I could ever remember feeling, whatever strange energy they had been subsisting on having finally run out. The only movements my spent body was capable of making were the rapid beating of my heart and the rhythmic filling of my lungs. It took all of my remaining will and strength just to lift my eyelids, which felt as heavy as a barrel of apples. Despite this, I managed to open my eyes once more, then lowered my gaze to look down the bed.

Between my legs lay a mountain of round, pink flesh, which my reawakening brain soon recognized as the bodies of Buttercup, Applejack, and Apple Bloom, still lying atop one another. The three women were as still as I was, the only signs that they were even still alive being the sound of their heavy breathing and an occasional twitch which would start in one of them and radiate through all three of their limp bodies. Between each pair of beautiful butt cheeks I could see a pretty little asshole, appearing no less alluring for the significant amount of seed leaking from them. The three trickles of creamy white dribbled downwards, eventually making their way to their plump pussy lips, mixing with their own warm juices.

As the seconds ticked on, I began to see more significant signs of life in them: the curl of a toe here, the subtle shift of a leg there, and the soft clenching of assholes which inevitably squeezed out even more of their lewd contents. Ever-so-slowly, I saw Apple Bloom’s body shift, leaning further and further off to one side until, eventually, she slipped off of Applejack and fell harmlessly down onto the mattress, sprawling out upon it. Applejack was next, leaning off to the opposite side and spilling out onto the bed as well. Her burden removed, Buttercup slowly rolled over onto her side, stretching out her stiff legs. The three of them lied like that for several moments, enjoying their waning afterglows just as I was.

Eventually, I heard their breathing slow, and saw them stir in more substantial ways. My three wives opened their eyes, taking in their surroundings to remind themselves that they were still amongst the living. Their gazes wandered over each other, although they were much too exhausted to remark on the unpresentable state they found themselves in. Of course, their eyes soon made their way to me, traveling up my legs before arriving at the spot where they met. My second-in-command, having gone above and beyond in the line of duty, was finally getting a well-earned rest, lying as limp as a wet noodle on my hip. After taking in the sight of him, smeared form base to tip in seed, they raised their gazes, looking up at me.

As their eyes locked with mine, our lips stretched into weak smiles, trifling gestures that, to us, were worth more than a thousand words. I yearned to reach out to them, hold them, touch them in any way that I could, but I could not; I was just too gosh-darn worn out. Thankfully, the three of them still had a bit of life left in them yet, so it was they that made the effort to reunite us. Forcing their shaky limbs to move, the part-crawled, part-rolled, and part-squirmed their way up the bed, every inch a battle. They wriggled their way up my body, grasping me and using me to pull themselves higher. Apple Bloom collapsed at my side with a huff, resting her head on my shoulder. Buttercup grunted softly as she hauled herself up and onto my chest, resting her head just below my chin. Applejack, impressively, managed to summon the strength to reach out and switch off the lamp sitting on the bedside table before she too collapsed, lying opposite Apple Bloom and using my other shoulder as a pillow.

The room was plunged into darkness, the only light being a few meager beams of moonlight that eked their way through the window curtains. The light was reflected in the green, orange, and blue-green of three pairs of eyes that looked up at me, shining like the moon that illuminated them. That light slowly faded as three sets of eyelids fluttered closed, their owners drifting off to sleep in the comfort of the ones they loved the most. I felt the tender embrace of sleep take me as well, their soft, warm bodies providing the perfect blanket and their rhythmic breaths the most beautiful lullaby. My eyes fell closed, and I found myself gently carried away towards pleasant dreams of friends, family, and the beautiful bottoms of three beautiful Apples.