39. A Modest Party (2)
After gaining an unexpected major revelation(?) in the elevator, I felt like I'd been freed from some kind of restraint.
Accordingly, the way I looked at Catherine became even more blatant.
Her huge tits are tits, sure... but that ass is insane... I wanna line her up next to Aunt Hye-yeon on all fours and pound them both silly.
Gazing at Catherine, who was already lost in thoughts of the 'party,' I plotted like a horny stud ready to act on impulse.
Just as my hand was about to reach out involuntarily toward her swaying hips, the elevator dinged and the doors slid open.
Whew... close call.
With Aunt Hye-yeon readily agreeing to my suggestion of a small party just among us, the real preparations began.
But what preparations? With only three participants, it didn't require much.
While Aunt Hye-yeon and Catherine handled the food, I decided to round up booze and some post-dinner entertainment.
First, the beer left in the fridge... huh? What's this?
Rummaging through the fridge, I stumbled upon the champagne Mom had bought to celebrate my discharge.
The day Mom returns from Jeju Island—we'd planned to drink it together, the three of us including Aunt Hye-yeon. Spotting it made a sudden wave of longing for Mom on Jeju hit me.
It had been nearly two months since I'd seen her face, thanks to the messed-up schedule after my last leave.
Looks like tonight I'd have to soothe this homesickness with a video call.
At least Mom's safe on Jeju...
A moment later, shoving aside the surging sentiment, I headed to the storage room and started digging through the board game boxes.
Rustle rustle...
From Jenga to Halli Galli and Buruma Bul, I pulled out various games when one that perfectly suited my tastes caught my hand.
Twister.
Spin the spinner, place hands and feet on the colored dots it points to. A game that sounded innocent but was perfect for adults—especially mixed company.
Immediately, my mind painted a picture: me drunk and tipsy, tangled up on the mat with Aunt Hye-yeon and Catherine.
Their voluptuous bodies rubbing against me in the process.
Squish♡ Bounce♡ Grind♡
Perfect.
About an hour after grabbing Twister and a few other board games and leaving the room, Aunt Hye-yeon and Catherine finished the food.
Our first party kicked off at 5 p.m.—a bit early for dinner, but whatever.
Hiss! Pop! Glug glug glug...
First, I poured the chilled champagne into our glasses.
We clinked them lightly to my toast.
"To our comfortable survival."
"To that."
"To that toooo."
Clink...
The champagne was gone in no time. Cracking our second beers, we chatted about life before the 'zombie apocalypse.'
The table atmosphere was warm and lively, the apocalypse forgotten.
Then the main dishes—pork ribs and pasta—ran out.
Seizing the moment, I brought up the games.
"Ah, so full... How about we play something to help digestion?"
"Sounds good. What games you got?"
"Twister. You spin the dial and touch the mat colors it lands on. Pretty fun. What do you think?"
"Ooh, that sounds great. I've seen it on American TV. Always wanted to try—perfect timing."
"Twister very fun, yes. I played with friends in America few times."
Holding up the Twister box from my prepared stash, both Aunt Hye-yeon and Catherine nodded eagerly, excitement lighting their faces.
Soon, beers in hand, we moved to the living room.
After laying out the mat between sips, we did rock-paper-scissors for order.
Catherine first, me second, Aunt Hye-yeon last to spin.
"By the way, plain play would be boring—let's add a wager. Any ideas?"
"Hmm... what could be fun..."
As Aunt Hye-yeon and I pondered, Catherine—licking the rim of her can—offered a solid idea.
"How about... first place picks punishments for second and third?"
"Nice."
"Yeah, that's the wager. Catherine, you start."
"Okay!"
Tok! Spiiiin (Left foot, yellow)
"Ooh, good start, hehe."
After Catherine and I each spun three times.
I had left foot on green, right hand on red, left hand on blue.
Beneath me, Catherine was half-tucked in cat pose.
Naturally, her huge ass rubbed against my left thigh and groin.
But the feel was quite different from Aunt Hye-yeon's.
True to her word of preferring weights over Pilates or yoga, Catherine's glutes went beyond firm to downright solid.
Considering the tension in her pose, sure... but even so, her ass bounce was beyond imagination.
If Aunt Hye-yeon's 40-inch hips were like soft-mochi sticky rice cake,
Catherine's were like a rubber ball pumped full of air.
The next instant, my mind flashed to both women presenting their asses.
My hands gripping one each.
Aunt Hye-yeon's juicy, voluptuous ass—already etched in my brain from countless tastes.
My left hand kneading it like dough, deforming its shape, long fingers sinking deep into the flesh. Lewd as hell.
Then my cock—barely 1cm from Catherine's ass—reacted automatically.
Horny thoughts? Time to grow.
Bulge bulge. Blood rushed in, my dick swelling rapidly.
Yet my mental sim kept going.
If left hand had ass, right hand too.
Now visualizing gripping Catherine's plump cheeks.
Extrapolating the feel from thigh/groin contact...
Right then.
My fully erect shaft touched her firm ass.
"Hngut?!?"
"Uh..."
Catherine flinched, instantly realizing what pressed her bread-butt. Regretfully, I decided to pull back for now.
But then Aunt Hye-yeon's heavy tits pressed down on my waist and tailbone from above.
"Hmm, left hand on green this time... like this..."
Squiiiish♡
Her third spin. Crossing over me, she planted her left hand on green.
Meaning: Aunt Hye-yeon's body—specifically her massive mammaries—blocked my hips from retreating.
Thanks(?) to that, my rock-hard cock didn't just stay pressed—it sank deeper into Catherine's ass.
"Huh? This feels comfy? Hehe."
Meanwhile, oblivious or not, Aunt Hye-yeon now leaned her upper body fully against me.
My cock ground harder, more lewdly against Catherine's glutes in response.
I'd picked this game hoping for some naughty skinship or petting, but this exceeded expectations by levels.
But... I like it even more...
The taut-yet-firm flesh sensation on my hypersensitive glans and shaft.
Unconsciously, my hips rocked subtly back and forth. Soon, precum leaked, smearing her bread-butt.
Schlick schlick♡ Swish schlick♡
Then, Catherine's pale ears flushed red.
Her steady arms buckled.
Thud
"Ahng... arms gave out..."
Her body hit the floor, ass peeling from my cock...
The regret was so intense, I nearly thrust forward to re-dock.
Any guy knows: once your dick's locked on, resisting that urge is torture.
No sooner had Catherine dropped than my knees hit the mat too.
Among us three, the most flexible—Aunt Hye-yeon—claimed first place.
Grinning mischievously, she proposed punishments for second and third—me and Catherine.
"Hmm... what to make you do? Ah! Second and third, take off one piece of clothing each!"
"Pardon?"
"Auntie, for real?"
Stunned by the unforeseen 'strip' penalty, Catherine and I gawked at Aunt Hye-yeon.
Doubts flooded my mind about her decision.
Wait, Auntie? You're setting the stage like this? Why? Didn't you get jealous yesterday when I got hard for Catherine?