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((Hey all! Here’s the Penultimate chapter of The Hung Games. Now I have a confession to make; some of you understandably pointed out how odd it was in the previous chapter that I went from saying “My Promised” to “brother” instead. The truth is, this was originally written as an incest story, and then I created a separate version with a little sci-fi culture window-dressing around it in case I wanted to put it somewhere not incest-friendly.

Unfortunately, after a long break in posting chapters from it, I forgot which I was using on Literotica and reasoned that since it’s an incest-friendly site, I must have been posting the incest version. Of course that was jarring for many of you, and I’m sorry for that. I’ve decided to finish using the incest version just to make it consistent from here on out. Sorry for the confusion, and I hope you can still enjoy the [hopefully] epic sex-scene that follows. As always, comments and questions welcome via my feedback page.))

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The next two days were a blur. Fans poured out of the woodwork to swarm me at every opportunity. I signed a lot of breasts and cocks and pictures of me. I was giddy. I spent a lot of time relaxing, watching old footage of all four of us mostly, my other three co-finalists were all incredible at what they could do. I daydreamed what the different final combinations could be. Don’t get me wrong, of course I hoped Luke and I took the prize and got to spend a year together in the tourney manor, but it would be no great tragedy if I got to spend it with Joseph instead. Hell, even if it somehow came down to Desiree and me I could only picture a crazy year of fighting and fucking alternatively, we definitely had some chemistry.

Of course all this wasn’t how it would go. If I understood things correctly, it was last couple standing. My brother and I were one team and the Malones another.

Whether we could force them both to submit together or just one of us was standing at the end, we took the prize together as well.That was all confirmed when the head of the Tourney, former champion Chandra McKelly, came by to speak with me.

She was gorgeous, with blonde hair and blue eyes, a very classic look, though her full DD cups were dwarfed by mine. I’d seen footage of her incredible finale five years ago, doggy-styling her way to victory in one of the longest sweatiest bouts to ever hit the mattress. She was a legend.

“Are you excited?” She asked after I’d invited her into my hotel room.

“Of course! Win or lose I get to fuck the hottest people in the world. This is going to be great!”

“I remember feeling the same way. Your enthusiasm is gonna help you, I’m sure. Now I wanted to tell you some other things that are going to be different about this last round. You’re not going to be fighting in the arena. We’ve constructed a special enclosed space that is made to house the four of you in total isolation from distraction or disruption. There will be cameras everywhere still, but they will be so well concealed you won’t know where they are.

More importantly, there will be no refs. You will still have every chance to make the sign for help if you think there’s been any break in rules or consent, but the boys have been instructed to be on their best bad behavior so it shouldn’t be necessary. There will be no rounds or specific moments for you or Desiree to set the positions. However, you can ask your partner to help you maneuver to more enjoyable things, or do whatever else you like to persuade the boys into not completely dominating the fight physically Do you have any questions?”

I thought about it a long moment, this was a lot to take in at once.

“With no refs, how do we know who wins?”

“In the tourney so far, you’ve been sprinting. This will be a marathon. When

Cameras note that one team is either entirely passed out, or unable to rouse itself for one hour or more, or signals surrender, that will be the end of it.”

It was a scary proposition in some ways, one that definitely favored our crazy ripped brothers, but we each had a brother to lean on, so I couldn’t let that frighten me really. And it was kind of nice to think of not needing a clock or rounds… just pure uninterrupted sex with a more natural flow to it. Scary or not, it was definitely going to be interesting.

The morning of the fight, a couple of hunky guys came to gather me for transport to the secret location. I enjoyed their enjoyment of me, their eyes roaming my curves, the looks the exchanged as though to say, “We’re with

Jasmine Carter!” I seemed I had fans everywhere now, and I was not complaining. I couldn’t help but feel sorry for the men I’d knocked out of the early rounds, but that was sport, no athlete in history has ever been the best by sympathising with the losers. No matter what happened from here, it was clear that I was no loser.

The four of us convened in a remote spot, grassy plans next to a substantial hill.

The officials led us to a well-concealed door one of them opened remotely, istanbul escort and we surrendered our robes, giving them all a nice close-up look of us naked, before we entered. I wondered how we’d see, but the second the door closed behind us low-lights flicked on. We followed a winding path that went through some sort of engineered waterfall.

“Do you think we’re just supposed to go through it?” Desiree blinked as we all halted.

“Gotta be. I’m sure they have their reasons.” Luke answered, boldly walking right through the water.

“Hey, it’s even warm!” he said from the other side. With a shrug we proceeded, me being the last to do so. The method in their madness became clear as I emerged from the pleasently warm fluid, for it was not water after all, but some sort of oil. The beading effect was utterly glorious and my breath caught in my throat just looking at my team-mate and rivals. The boys’ muscles shone in the low light, every surface of their powerful frames glistening with strength, their huge soft cocks dangling down like the prime cuts of meat they were.

Then there was Desiree, I know objectively my tits are bigger than hers, yet in this light drenched in oil, standing up proud and firm on her chest I felt like I was back in a training bra by comparison. That is, until I saw myself, for when we ventured further into the heart of the grotto we came to the room where the action would be going down, we saw that it was mirrored almost everywhere. My breasts looked like they were ready to burst with fullness and I couldn’t help but give them a smug heft.

“Goddamn, girl.” I said to my reflection. My voice echoed in the big room, and I realized that not only would we be getting (and giving!) a visual feast in this place, but the sounds of our fucking was going to magnified and dragged out, this was about to the hottest fucking to ever occur. Incredibly enough, there was a table loaded with fruits and choclates and bottled water. They didn’t want anyone stopping for hunger or thirst, that much was clear. There were also chairs, a big table, a huge canopy bed with four posts, and a steaming hot-tub.

We stood in admirative silence for a moment, a long moment, I was beginning to get afraid we were all going to suffer some sort of performance anxiety, but Joseph put a stop to that. He was behind me in an instant, reaching around my oiled form to heft and massage my tits, I could feel his huge softie gently swatting against the back of my thigh. He gave my neck a lick before giving the rim of my ear the same, growling softly into it.

“I’ve been dreaming of these tits since round one, you’ve got an incredible body, Jasmine. And I don’t know if it’s the oil or you, but what I just licked was delicious.”

I moaned softly. Luke snapped out of his reverie and moved for Desiree, but she’d already come in to double-team me with her brother, stroking my face with the back of a hand as she leaned down to tongue-lash the tits her brother was serving up. The two worked together, their stroking and tugging and pinching and cooing in perfect time and compliment, they either shared a brain or they’d been practicing for this exact scenario. Either way, the sensation was wonderful and I let myself lean back against Joseph, loving the feel of his strength, cherishing the skilled ministrations of his sister’s tongue on my tits. She feasted at my left nipple, using her lip-covered teeth to bite and gnaw at it, tugging gently.

Luke came up behind her then, stroking his hands down her side, neglecting her own tits like some kind of deliberate tease, sinking down to one knee, parting her legs just enough that he could beging snacking on her cunt from behind. His big hands palmed her ass cheeks, squeezing them, occasionally shocking them with a rough spank, she moaned her pleasure into my boobs and I reached back, trying to find Joseph’s big dick. It wasn’t tough, in it’s semi-soft state I could curl the damn thing halfway around my hip, fondling it’s oiled surface with long firm strokes.

I turned in Joseph’s arms, wanting to explore the biggest dick I’d ever handled more fully. I fondled and flopped the huge piece around, loving the way the oil helped me stroke him fully, Desiree bent at the waist, running a tongue down my back, down the crack of my ass until she was feasting on my cunt from behind just the same as Luke was eating her. Luke was making “mming” noises of slurpy delight and in the mirror I could see her juices running down the insides of her thighs, she moaned into my cunt as she lip-locked on my clit, and that made me moan, a sound I chose to hide in Joseph’s ball sack, burrying my face between his big heavy goose eggs, gnawing on them with my lips, chasing their oiled glory back and forth with my face.

Desiree gave my oiled ass a sharp spank, “Yeah, eat those big balls bitch, I hope you choke on those huge nuts!” she followed up by gliding her huge tits up my back, leaning on me a bit as she grabbed my head and shoved me more fully into Joseph’s Escort Anadolu Yakası huge ballsack, smearing my face with slobber and oil.

I fought for air, she was relentless in how she worked my face around, sometimes sort of wiggling my head so his massive nuts slapped and bludgeoned my face a bit, at others using a hand to massage my mouth open, making me suck one in deep. His balls were so large they filled my mouth and cheeks, even threatening to obstruct my breathing if she worked me at the right angle, which she did, forcing gurgling little gags that dredged up my spit do drip from the ball I wasn’t sucking. I flailed, arms trying to steady themselves on Joseph’s thighs, my hands finding and jacking off his ever-growing cock. In my head I was cursing Luke, what was he doing while these two were beating me up with balls? It was hot and humiliating and I felt a bit helpless with Desiree’s huge tits bearing down on my back.

I marveled at how oil-coated we all were, beads of it rolling down her tits and mine, drops of it dripping from balls, all four of us were in peak physical shape and the glistening gleams of it all in the light was totally enhanced by whatever wonderful thing we were coated in.

Then Desiree gave a sudden howl of surprise and pleasure, totally blown away as luke slid his giant dick inside of her. It was early for a penetration, but that’s what made it so shocking. She lost all control of me as she just focused on grabbing my hips now, keeping herself up while Luke slowly slide inch after inch inside of her. He was slightly thicker than Luke, and the real moment of glory was when he began to feed her cunt deeper than Joseph could have managed. I rescued myself by spitting the giant nut out, basking it in a brief horny tongue-bath, then pulled back further to start licking up Joseph’s tremendous shaft. I caught a glance at the look on his face, which said I’ve never made Dez howl like that. Luke winked at him as he fully sheathed his impossible prong all the way inside Joseph’s sister. My dick’s bigger than yours. was all his expression needed to say.

It made sense now… my brother had really been preparing for this fight days ahead. Reminding Joseph of his superior size at every opportunity, now in the moment as he gaped and rammed in Desiree’s cunt it was all devestating in retrospect. He really was a domineering mind-game master.

Joseph wasn’t ready to go down without a fight though, he started by dolling out five harsh cockslaps to my face, punishing me for my brother’s sins, dazing me for when he turned me around and bent me over. Desperately I clasped hands with the moaning and thrashing Desiree, squeezing them tight as Joseph fed his humongous dick inside of me. Luke was bigger, sure, but this was still the biggest dick I’d ever fucked and my eyes went wide at the feeling. I’d never been stuffed so full, it was as mind-bending as it was cunt breaking, my poor insides clenched and tremored all over the throbbing veined monster invading them.

And that’s how it stayed for a long while, the cavern became an echoey sound mess of nasty squelchy noises in incongruent times from our simultaneously reamed pussies, of balls slapping against ass, (though that was just from my side, I don’t think Luke could penetrate all the way inside of Desiree just yet, she hadn’t been taken so deep before,) of our loud whorish moans, screams and wails and sobs of pleasure as the pair of us rolled through climax after climax. The mirrored surfaces showed us how we looked drenched in oil and sweat, how gorgeously the boys’ muscles flexed and clenched as each drove his rail of long thick meat inside of us.

With each incredible thrust oil was spraying off of is in cloudy sheens, not only was it highlighting the gorgeous texture of our bodies, but it was emphasizing the actions we took as well. When a particularly hard thrust got crammed inside of me the cloud that burst off was twice as big from the force, a gooey mixture of my cunt-juice and the lubricant connecting Joseph’s balls to my cunt lips in nasty gooey strands. It was all unbelievably hot, of couse, but I was even getting off on the sight of Desiree’s swinging tits shining with beads of moisture; while a cup size or two smaller than mine, that still put them in the realm of unbelievably epic, and it made me horny to see what I must look like in that position, she was better than any mirror.

Thrusts got stronger, moans got louder, each of us staggered forward a centimeter or two every now and then. For a time, a truly insane thing happened where we were being fucked in perfect tandem, our huge breasts swinging up as one to slap together with each brutal drive of a cock, it started soft like we were playing some sort of obscene game of patty-cake, but then became rougher as we got even closer. In this arena my gargantuan lovelies were dominant, crashing into the lighter one, knocking them around in a slick of sweat and oil, Desiree’s face showed some dismay amidst all the pleasure at how much my Anadolu Yakası Rus Escort tits were crushing hers. Soon she’d thrown her arms around me, hugging me close just to spare more brutal boob punishment, making me feel more like I had sisterly affection than at any other time in my life.

It was Joseph who broke form first, he pulled me back and carried me, laying me on one of the many long cushions, cock still inside me the whole time as he turned me onto my side, lifting a leg high until I had a perfect ninety-degree split for him to gouge his unwieldy cock into. He was like a mind-reader, a whisperer for my body perhaps, but this was exactly the right position to get me off now, I came twice as hard on thrusts at half the speed as he began to ramp up, sawing his length deep inside of me, I could feel the weight of his big balls dragging on my slick inner thigh, his width was putting internal pressure on my clit, making it tingle with delight at every movement.

Luke only drilled Desiree harder, even tilting her down to make the floor absord some of his savage slamfucking impact, putting her poor cunt to even more of a test. Her face was confused. Desiree had been fucking the biggest cock she’d ever had her entire sexual life, now here something even more massive had come in and was re-arranging her insides to suit its own horny needs. Finally he released her, gasping and moaning to the floor, her gaped cunt still firing out juices long after she’d stopped, her huge sweaty tits heaving. Poor little Desiree, I was jealous to be sure, but also felt bad at how overcome she seemed by it all, her usual unshakable mask of enjoyment at sex had been cracked by a face that was permanently stuck in a sort of “wow” position. But Luke wasn’t done by a long shot, he rolled her onto my back and continued the work I’d been putting into her tits, using his gigantic dick to slap and smack them every which way, knocking oil from her boobs in big clouds of spray, selfishly gratifying himself at the expense of her sensitive flesh.

“Take my cock you fucking big tittied bitch!” Joseph growled. It made my nipples tight to hear him say that. I was getting to be aware there was a part of me that desperately wanted to be dominated. Though Joseph wasn’t the man for it… he was a stud, yes, and huge, yes, and he had great moves, yes, but he was too much in concert with his lovers. I wanted someone to override me, to steamroll me, to do what Luke seemed to do every time in terms of making his partner an object for his pleasure. Since Joseph wasn’t going to be the dom for me, I decided to give as good as I got, grinding against him from the awkward position as I growled back, “I will! I’ll take your fucking cock until you blow those balls off inside me, I’ll grind down on this dick so hard you’ll cum fucking peanut-butter.”

“That doesn’t even make sense!” He hissed, spanking me hard.

“It doesn’t fucking have to, fuck me you donkey-hung dickmount!”

He changed positions again in answer to my challenge. Now he rolled me onto my back, grabbing my ankles and pushing them high, I was flexible so it was no problem to have my ears directly between my feet. This was a configurationg that allowed for maximum penetration, Joseph’s hips bucked long and wide, threatening to take my count with it on every out-stroke, blasting back inside me for a full penetration on every thrust. I saw stars a little each time his dick punched right up to my cervix, my fat tits lolled on my chest each in their own wild orbit, his balls were hitting my butt so hard I was sure I was going to bruise, my orgasms were piling up so fast my cunt didn’t know if it should squirt or clamp down and kept switching between the two with no rhythm.

Desiree was in a lot more trouble, my brother had clamped her tits around his cock and was fucking them in earnest. His dick was so huge it burst from her cleavage with every thrust, coating itself in a fresh sheen of sweat and oily beads each time, it shot up and repeatedly punched her chin. She was one her back so she couldn’t lean her head back, and no matter which way she seemed to roll side to side trying to dodge the vicious cock-assault, he always seemed to re-angle to find her, knocking her jaw with another full-hipped thrust. Finally she gave up trying to dodge it and just opened her mouth wide and tilted her head down, letting the fat dick facefuck her instead. His dick was so unbelievably long that it made her gag every few strokes, his oil-sucked nuts slapped up against her boobs, his strong fingers clenched those poor udders tight around his cock, every part of him dominated every part of her that it touched.

Luke finally let her rest a few seconds, the poor thing was starting to look like a used rag he was taking her for such a rough ride. He walked around her like some jungle cat pacing its cage, leveling his girthy lengthy fuckstick for her mouth from the top, cramming it abruptly inside. Now he was using her esophagus as a nasty fucksleeve, grabbing her ears as he plowed deep, bringing such retching and gagging noises from her that Joseph stopped, cock still buried deep inside me to look over with concern at his abused sister. Luke grunted as he got just over half his dick inside, her neck was visibly bulging like a snake swallowing a sea bass, he looked up to meet Joseph’s gaze.

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