Be Careful What You Wish For By Michapulos

Shuffling sounds made him spin around in a panic. In the king-size bed of his new place were two tall, beautiful, young women with long shiny black hair. Their naked, voluptuous bodies with immaculate pale skin had breasts spilling over the intertwined arms of their embrace. Their big, dark eyes were begging him to join them in bed as if every moment without him caused the girls physical discomfort.

And between their legs, slowly engorging with blood from thick, pulsing veins, were cocks twice as long and four times as thick as the biggest penis Trevor had ever seen in his long relationship with pornography. They were the biggest dicks in the world, even counting the few rare cases of grotesque mutations.

As he limped down the school's hallway, all eyes were on Trevor and his escorts but they only had eyes for him. Twin sisters that just moved in from South-Africa... was the backstory he came up with. Their names? Lily and Lana (he had to think fast). The new beauties' instant and unconcealed infatuation for Trevor was the bane of every boy whose wet dreams they haunted and made worse by the skimpy tops they wore, which could barely contain their milky triple DDDs.

Lily had her hair in a ponytail. Lana had pigtails, that was the only way to tell them apart. Otherwise, they were interchangeable sex goddesses. Their 'equipment' was unnoticeable under long puffy goth skirts.

The threesome had settled in the cafeteria. Normally, Trevor was dragged into the handicap stall of the girl's bathroom for a quickie between classes but sometimes he managed to convince his sex-obsessed girlfriends to flaunt their love for him in a crowded place. The social status that came with dating two busty bombshells was the one benefit from his wishes that did not come back to bite him in the ass.

Max adjusted his varsity jacket and came over to greet the twins, trying his best to pretend Trevor did not exist though they were tongue-fucking the boy's ears. He was convinced that the only reason the libidinous new girls would choose a dweeb like Trevor over a stud like himself was if money was involved, though that required acknowledging the amazing acting abilities of the girls.

Trevor was indeed rich for a few minutes after spending his last wish on twenty million dollars. He was wary of the paw after the dickgirl incident and didn't want to ask for too outrageous a sum lest he was drowned in one-dollar bills or toppled the global economy. Then the invoice for the penthouse and car came and his fortune evaporated. The monkey's paw was now a useless fist and his new life set in stone.

"Hey girls, we're having a party tonight at my place. I have a jacuzzi we can chill in. Bathing suits are optional."

"Sorry, we're busy all weekend."

"Having lots of sex."

Max put his theory to the test. "You know, whatever this loser is paying you, I can easily double it. My dad is loaded."

"You wouldn't be able to handle us."

"We only fuck real men. Go away, little boy."

The broad-shouldered quarterback watched the twins smear lipstick on various parts of Trevor's face for an awkward five seconds before walking away in disgrace. Though Trevor's new world was anal pain and forced orgasms, these little moments made it all worthwhile.

"Did you hear that, baby? Lana whispered in his ear, her breath warm on the cold earlobe she had been nibbling on. "It's Friday already."

Lily moaned in his other ear, a hand feeling the bulge on his crotch. "That means we get to fuck for sixty hours straight. School is so boring."

"You should drop out so we can fuck all the time," Lana added.

"Sorry, I can't... school is important." Trevor barely listened in class and was failing the year in catastrophic fashion, but it was the only time in the day his anus got any rest.

"You're no fun," the girls said together. They pouted for a minute but couldn't stay mad for long or keep their hands away from his inner thighs and their lips away from his neck.

"We should punish you for being a no-fun, naughty schoolboy."

"Oh yes, you're going to be punished this weekend."

"How about... you pleasure our asshole while we pleasure yours."

"Mmmmm, I bet your tongue feels amazing deep in my ass."

"Two cans."

"Drink every drop."

The girls could be quite persuasive when their breasts squeezed his arms but this last comment brought Trevor back down to Earth. Two cans. "W...wait, I can't fill two cans in one weekend. I can barely fill one."

Time was measured in cans, which was how long it took Trevor to fill an empty 1-gallon paint can with his sperm then drink it. After this ultimate show of submission, the roles were supposed to be reversed and he would finally get to wet his dick into the futas' pussies behind their cocks. So far, though, the few times he had managed to fill the can and drink its contents, he was too exhausted to get another erection without a forced prostate massaged and passed out on the bed instead.

"You'll have to learn to cum more often then."

"Maybe we haven't trained you hard enough."

"When you cum, your ass gets so tight. We love it."

"It makes us cum too." 

Though he had never seen their loads as they were always dumped internally, Trevor estimated from the deluge inside his colon that a single of their ejaculation could make his paint can overflow.

An entire school of jealous boys and fascinated girls were staring at the public display of affection, imagining an entirely different conversation than the more disturbing one taking place. Each twin had one hand massaging his bent erection over his jeans and another caressing their breasts. They alternated between licking his ears, kissing his neck, and kissing each other, counting the seconds until they were finally in bed with their generous lover.

With an empty paint can between his thighs, Trevor knelt on a towel facing Lily's big round butt, the girl facing away from him in a lion pose at the edge of the bed. Her cock was like a fat flesh icicle against the side of the mattress between grapefruit-sized testicles. Behind him, Lana was slapping her wet, precum-covered cock head at the entrance of his ass like a nurse flicking air bubbles out of a syringe before the injection.

Trevor spread the ass in front of him to expose the pink winking eye in its center and inched his quivering tongue toward it. As far as punishments went, he'd had much worse.

"Deeper..."

Trevor was distracted by a glans dilating his rim with imminent penetration like someone was trying to jam their knee in there.

Lana forced Trevor to obey Lily's request by thrusting a foot of her cock unceremoniously into his ass. Trevor jerked forward, his face pushing deep between Lily's soft butt cheeks and his tongue reaching new depths in her rectum. Both girls moaned their appreciation and the weekend of pleasure began in earnest.

A tongue-tied Trevor felt his glans touch the side of the bucket while rubbing his proportionally small hands on the giant cock and balls within his reach, getting her ready for the next shift. How a battering ram made flesh working a permanent gape into his ass could give him a hard-on he would never understand, and now that the mass was rubbing, no, crushing his prostate, his first ejaculation was unavoidable, the first of hundreds if he stood a chance at filling the paint can. Imagining himself returning the favor on his girlfriends asses or pussies once the challenge was met helped him achieve climax and the paint can rang with his squirt over the moans and the slurps of his already tired tongue.

Lily was fucking him balls deep and hard now; she would soon fill his guts with semen much thicker than his own. He didn't remember the last time he was hungry enough for lunch having so many oatmeal enemas each day.

Lana got on her tippy toes and dug her nails in her lover's red ass as she pumped her ropes, her balls twitching against Trevor's.

For a minute, Lana's cock stayed buried and immobile in his massaging colon while she milked her enjoyment at the same time Trevor milked the last drops of her thick jizz. These moments were the eye of the storm, the closest Trevor would have to a break and he had been trained to appreciate the momentary lack of discomfort, to accept his role of cum-sock if only for a minute. Trevor added another pitiful load to his bucket. The nagging realization that he would have to drink it later was always his first lucid thought after climax.

"Hurry up, Lana, I'm going to cum soon too," Lily said and a hard, throbbing cock took the soft, wet one's place and pumped his colon like a fleshlight. A new asshole was presented for Trevor to eat and a new penis, dripping with juices was available for another clumsy handjob.

The sunset gave the city a whole new look, and the sunrise did the same. The whole time, Trevor was taking cocks and eating ass, his tongue as numb as his anus. It was Sunday morning, when his balls dipped in the slimy contents of the paint can, that Trevor's mind returned from his sex-fueled dream-state.

He tried to pull his head from between Lily's or Lana's cheeks (he lost track) but a strong yet feminine grip held him there as she moaned, even pushed him deeper until he could only breathe through her anus. He had wished for girlfriends who wanted sex all the time without considering the limits of his own endurance. The twins never slept, only fucked.

"Hi Hink hits hull," Trevor spoke into the asshole. He had to wait for the next shift change.

"I think it's full," he finally managed to say before his face was shoved against another ass.

Lily grabbed the bucket and swirled the contents, not quite to the brim but full enough to count. The smell of it made her nose wrinkle.

With great reluctance, Lana let go of her grip on Trevor's hair and welcomed Lily on the bed with her. They loved watching Trevor down the fruits of their combined labor.

Trevor grabbed the bucket with both hands and took a deep breath before bringing it too close to his face. Even from two feet away, the smell was overwhelming. He quaffed his own sperm in thirty agonizing gulps, making sure the salty content didn't spend longer on his tongue than it needed. The next deep breath he took when he ran out of air was laced with semen dribble and, daring a look into the disgusting receptacle, he saw that he was only halfway to the bottom.

He was still reeling from his final swallow when a cock poked Trevor from behind and a pair of hands directed his cum-dripping nose to an eager anus.

"Isn't it my turn?" Trevor asked before his nose penetrated the warm, flaring hole with a ballsack pressing against his eye sockets and a heavy cock on his head.

"We said two buckets."

"One more and it's your turn."

Right... Trevor had forgotten. Getting your ass destroyed at least every night tends to blur the moments in between.

Came Monday morning, Trevor had his ass filled with a hundred more loads but he only managed fifty orgasms himself, many of them painful and dry. Another weekend of non-stop sex yet he was still a virgin. He came closer than ever, though. Maybe next time.

An alarm echoed in the luxurious but under-furnished apartment signaling the end of the 60-hour workday. Trevor's liquid breakfast was waiting between his legs; his girlfriends would not let him go to school without resetting the paint can to its empty state. Though a smaller quantity, it was harder to drink a quarter-gallon of cum without the promise of sex at the bottom.