Chapter 283: Epilogue 17 - The boobjob Tournament, competition and cooperation.

Liam had time to recover while chatting with Isabel before the next pair entered. The door swung open, and Maria stepped in first, Laila close behind her.

He had not seen either of them in a long time, because Lucia had sent her younger sister away on some distant errand months ago, so Maria had been almost entirely absent from the village.

"Fuck," he gasped, noticing how the young girl had changed during her period of absence.

Maria had always been pretty, with a face that looked a lot like Lucia, but with a softer smile and expression, almost as if she was a cute version of her sister.

So Liam wasn’t expecting her to develop far more than her already well-endowed sister. Her breasts had swollen into heavy, full, almost exaggerated curves that sat high and proud on her chest.

They strained against the thin fabric of the simple dress she wore, the deep cleavage already visible, the weight of them shifting with every step.

Laila remained the same lithe, sexy cat-woman he remembered. Her perfect breasts stood proud, her nipples practically poking holes in her tight dress. And her thick thighs, that a man could die for, were almost completely exposed, her dress sitting so high that even a simple movement would make it ride up past her perfect ass.

Both women smiled when they saw the way his eyes locked on Maria’s chest.

"Surprise," Maria said, her voice low and amused, as she crossed her arms under her sizable tits, pushing them up. "Missed me?"

They didn’t bother with long introductions or elaborate role-play. They tried to strip sexily for Liam, revealing that both of them were completely naked beneath their tight dresses.

Maria’s tits looked even more impossibly full on her naked body. And Liam’s cock throbbed noticing how she had invested nipples, giving the woman a unique look.

Meanwhile, Laila’s perfect, fit body was out of this world, only Zoe could compete with her, keeping the perfect balance between muscle and feminine curves.

"So, let us make you cum," Laila said with a sexy tone.

Getting on all fours, she crawled like a horny cat, her breasts giggling with each step.

"Please, allow me to serve you, Nyan!" She gave Liam a cute smile that didn’t fit her usual persona, and licked the tip of his cock.

Maria came right next, walking normally up to him, then getting onto her knees and looking up at him with devotion. Her lips closed around the tip of his shaft as she kissed it.

"We will serve you now," she commented, her hot breath brushing against his cock.

Lilith started the timer, and the two of them began their work with no more role-play. At the same time, they pressed in, each woman taking one side of his huge cock, smashing him between their tits.

One thing Liam immediately noticed was how hard they were pressing their bodies against his cock. There was an almost animal-like hunger in their movements.

Of course, Maria’s massive tits swallowed far more of him, while Laila’s sensitive nipples dragged against his dick, giving him a unique stimulus.

With no attempt of synchrony, both girls began moving, pushing and sliding in opposite directions, as if competing to see who could drag more sensation from him.

The voracity, and the way both of the girls desperately tried to get more of his attention, pushed the man to the limit fast. Their lack of synchrony could slightly slow the building of pleasure, but the desire in their eyes more than made up for it.

He could feel, with every second, how desperately they loved him. Maria worked her massive boobs up and down so fast, while Lila tried to match her pace with her mouth and tongue, both of them hungry, competing, and completely focused on him.

Everything was intense, almost frantic, and very physical. They kept at it with single-minded focus until his breath turned ragged and his hips began to lift. When he finally came...

"Fuck!" he groaned.

The first thick pulse painted Maria’s upper chest; the next few stripes fell across Laila’s cute face, her cat ear twitching, as she smiled happily, and began to lick the cum away from Maria’s big boobs.

Their combined performance later earned a solid 65, once all points were taken into account.

Another reset followed. Isabel made certain he was ready again before the next pair was allowed in.

Anne and Marta entered together.

Of course, they were not part of the harem, neither were they Liam’s wives. The two of them were Charlot’s friends, and still lived outside the village.

The two married housewives became Liam’s sluts after felling his cock once, and since then their bodies were his possession. Because both of them had very big titis, the girls thought they would do well in these competitions.

And both were built exactly for this.

Anne stepped through the doorway first. Tall for a woman her age, soft-hipped and full-breasted, her body carried the mature, lived-in curves of a woman who had long ago stopped caring about looking slender.

Her large, heavy breasts swayed freely beneath a simple open blouse she had already begun to unbutton; the soft undersides were visible, the weight of them obvious. Her waist still held a gentle taper before flaring into full, rounded hips and thick thighs.

Marta followed a half-step behind, slightly shorter, even softer. Her breasts were every bit as large as Anne’s, perhaps a touch heavier, the kind of full, pendulous curves that moved with every breath.

Her blouse was already open, the inner slopes and the deep cleavage between them completely on display. Her hips were broad, her ass full and plush, the kind of mature body that looked made to be handled.

Neither woman looked nervous. They looked hungry.

They approached the throne without speaking, eyes fixed on Liam. When they reached him they simply opened their blouses the rest of the way and let their heavy breasts spill free. Soft, warm, mature flesh settled into place, nipples already tightening in the cooler air of the room.

The timer started.

This time there was no competition, only cooperation. Anne and Marta pressed in from opposite sides, gathering their large tits around his cock with practiced, gentle care. They molded the soft flesh into a continuous, warm tunnel, then began to move together in slow, synchronized strokes.

Where Maria and Laila had fought, these two worked as one. Up and down in perfect rhythm, the heavy weight of their breasts surrounding him completely. They adjusted pressure with small shifts of their shoulders, keeping the friction constant and luxurious. Occasionally one of them would lean in and drag her tongue across the head that peeked from between their cleavage, but mostly they simply used their bodies, soft and generous and unhurried.

The pace never became frantic. It stayed deep and steady, the kind of deliberate, experienced touch that knew exactly how to build him up without rushing. Liam’s hands settled on their shoulders, thumbs stroking the warm skin as the dual pressure slowly tightened around him.

When he finally came, it was with a low, drawn-out groan. Thick ropes painted both pairs of breasts in long, messy stripes, across Anne’s soft upper slopes, into the deep valley between Marta’s heavier tits, down the outer curves and onto the undersides. They kept moving through it, slow and thorough, until he had nothing left to give.

Only then did they ease back, chests glistening, looking quietly satisfied.

Their coordinated, gentle double titjob earned them a final score of 70.