The Littlest Skank Ho - Episodes

Just something silly I cooked up; hope you don't mind! More to follow of course.

“Why do you want to leave, Betty-Jo?” her mother asked as she leaned forward, powering her cock down the girl's throat and through into her stomach, the head bloating as powerful ropes of jizz began to fill the young girl up.

Flicking a lock of peroxide blonde hair out of her eyes irritably, the rapidly swelling girl looked up at her gargantuan mother and rolled her eyes, her thick, puffy, gloss-painted lips stretched wide around the member.

“Okay, um, you just tell me in a minute, hon...”

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Her sisters were fucking hard in the rubble of the kitchen table, nearly a ton of muscle and cock and tits spread between the two of them as her mothers looked down at her, their expressions concerned and thoughtful as they listened to her.

“It's just that I feel so out of place here,” she started, waving at the giant sized house and the four eight foot tall dickgirls that shared the kitchen with her, “I love you all, but I need to find my own way...”

She smiled winsomely at them and her hyper-inflated lips bowed slightly from their normally huge pout, the gloss twinkling. Without even thinking about it she rubbed her thighs together and stifled a small shiver of self-lust.

“But, Betty-Jo,” her mother protested, “we got you the lip injections, and the implants and the nails... we thought they would make you happy.”

Betty-Jo couldn't resist hefting her breasts each nearly twice the size of her head and a masterpiece of the surgeon's art, the inflatable implants her most prized possession and most cherished gift. Her top could barely cover the massive tits and she liked it like that, but it wasn't enough. She was about to answer her mother when a noise turned her head.

Her older sister, Tara, was groaning, her beachball sized biceps pumping as she hammered a cock into Lucy, Betty-Jo's other sister, that was about as thick as Betty-Jo's torso. The sounds of voluminous shots of cum hammering into the shorter, even more muscular Lucy filled the room and made it difficult to talk for a while.

Betty-Jo and her parents shared a look, the two huge older shemales blushing and looking embarrassed as their youngest daughter irritatedly crossed her arms under her super tits. It was no secret that Betty-Jo felt left out, her bigger sisters simply too huge to play with her safely. She may have had the thickly muscles legs of the family and an ass that was so incredibly developed that it looked like a pair of hard, muscular basketballs peeking out from underneath her custom made skirt, but her arms were only athletic, not bulging with brawn and her torso was toned and slender underneath the golden tan.

The sound died down and Betty-Jo spoke, “I just want to see something else, Mom, Mother... see what the world can offer a short, slutty girl like me.” She bit her lips and tea