Chapter 281: MILFs Have The Perfect Idea

“What the hell? How can I not get hard if you’re all going to try to get me?” I asked, laughing at how ridiculous the dare sounded.

The whole thing was impossible from the start, three thick, horny MILFs in my bedroom, eyes locked on my cock, and they expected me to stay soft?

“You can’t chicken out, Alex,” Autumn said, her voice teasing but firm. “It’s a dare. You should have chosen truth if you were that scared.”

“Yeah, Alex, a dare is a dare,” Lily added, laughing softly as she leaned back on her hands, shirt still half-unbuttoned, cleavage on full display. Her eyes flicked down to the front of my grey sweatpants, clearly enjoying how the outline of my cock was already starting to show through the fabric.

“Okay, okay,” I said, raising my hands in mock surrender. “Now how do we do this?”

But honestly, I was already losing. Just being in the same room with these MILFs was enough to make me hard. On top of that, just a few minutes ago, Lily and Autumn had tried to jerk me off in the bathroom, their hands and mouths all over me.

There was no way I was staying soft, no matter how hard I tried, or even if I didn’t try at all. And these MILFs knew it. They were counting on it.

Tiffany stood up from the bed with a slow, deliberate motion. She walked over to the chair near my closet, dragged it into the center of the room, positioning it so it faced the bed with enough space between them, and turned back to me.

“Here, sit on this, Alex,” she said, patting the seat like it was a throne. As she bent, the black lace bra she was wearing stretched snugly over her heavy breasts, the delicate fabric barely containing them, while her skin-tight yoga pants hugged her hips and thighs, highlighting every curve of her thick figure.

I got up from the bed and walked over to the chair she had set in front of it. My grey sweatpants did nothing to hide the fact that I was already half-hard, the fabric tenting noticeably at the front. I sat down, legs spread slightly, hands resting on my thighs.

The three women gathered around me, forming a loose semicircle, eyes locked on my lap. Tiffany stood directly in front of me, hips cocked, yoga pants stretched tight across her massive ass. Lily stood to my left, shirt hanging open, breasts heaving with every breath.

Autumn stood to my right, sundress clinging to her thick curves, one strap already slipped off her shoulder.

“Why do I feel like you’re already lost, Alex?” Autumn asked, her voice low and teasing as she glanced down at the growing bulge in my grey sweatpants. The soft fabric was tenting noticeably now, the thick outline of my cock pressing against it, betraying me completely.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said, trying to act like I hadn’t lost from the very start. I shifted in the chair, but that only made the sweatpants ride lower on my hips, the bulge even more obvious.

“Okay,” Lily said with a playful shrug, “we’ll decide later if he lost or not. We don’t want to check right away and end up losing ourselves, right? Maybe it’s just the fabric bunching up like that, forming a bulge.”

She was clearly lying, her eyes were glued to my lap, and she knew damn well I was already rock-hard, but she wanted to keep the dare going, to drag out the teasing.

“Yeah,” Tiffany agreed, stepping closer, “we have to make Alex lose first.”

All three thick, mature women stood over me while I sat on the chair in front of them. They crossed their arms under their breasts in unison, pushing their heavy tits up and out, cleavage deepening, nipples stiff and visible through their thin tops.

They looked down at me like predators who had cornered their prey, ready to team up and break me completely.

“Remove your shirt, Alex,” Autumn said, voice firm but dripping with excitement.

“Why do I need to remove my t-shirt?” I asked, even though I already knew exactly why they wanted it.

“Just take it off, Alex,” Autumn said, not even giving me the chance to move on my own. “I know exactly how to make you lose.”

She stepped right up to me, close enough that her breasts brushed my arm. Her hands slid under the hem of my black t-shirt, fingers grazing the bare skin of my abs as she slowly pulled it upward.

The fabric dragged over my stomach, revealing the defined lines of my muscles inch by inch. She took her time, lifting it higher, brushing her knuckles along my ribs, then over my chest, until she finally tugged it over my head and threw it aside into the room like she was unwrapping a Christmas gift she’d been waiting for all year.

Now I sat there shirtless, grey sweatpants still low on my hips, cock straining hard against the fabric. The thick outline was impossible to miss, head clearly defined at the tip, a small wet spot already forming where precum had leaked through.

The three women looked down at me, eyes roaming over my bare chest, my abs, and the obvious tent in my sweatpants, with matching expressions of hunger and triumph.

“Autumn, will you please do the honors?” Lily said.

All of them knew where I was sensitive. They knew exactly how easily they could make me lose completely, even though, I already had.

Autumn moved forward with a slow, predatory grace. Tiffany stepped aside to give her space, and Lily stayed close on my other side, both of them watching intently as Autumn knelt down between my spread thighs. I was still sitting on the chair in front of them, shirtless, grey sweatpants tented obscenely by my rock-hard cock.

I already knew what she was about to do.

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