Triple's Threat - Part 3

While Dylan had always been more entranced with the overall beauty of Gabrielle as a whole, Jacob’s infatuation was much simpler and male-coded: the woman had a fat ass, and Jacob liked fat asses.

Which was part of the reason why he’d gotten stuck in her lingerie underwear. To be clear, getting stuck had been an accident, but he’d absolutely climbed onto Gabrielle’s panties on purpose. Like his brother, Jacob managed to be a horny, bumbling fool despite how extremely dire the circumstances were. So while he’d convinced his dad to go on ahead and see if he could find a way to climb their bed, Jacob had stayed behind to make a detour to the lacy red undergarment that lay near the entrance to the master bathroom.

At Jacob’s microscopic size, Gabrielle’s panties were enormous, and their subtle stains were much more apparent up close. Jacob hadn’t actually realized that the discarded panties laying alone on the floor weren’t in fact a clean pair, but he was so hopped up on the idea of what she would look like in them that he evidently didn’t care. He was such a fiend, in fact, that he tried climbing to the thong section, the (normally) narrow strip that he knew would be tucked between her curvy cheeks. But he hadn’t seen the pin-sized hole in the fabric until it was too late, and his leg quickly fell through it, entangling him, and leaving him hanging upside down.

He heard when Gabrielle came home, and he heard when she invited a man who wasn’t his father into the house. The sounds that soon followed, of Matthew pinning her to the couch and bringing her to orgasm, made Jacob feel sympathetic towards his dad… but also, turned on at the idea of Gabrielle having sex nearby. There was a minor part of him that ached to see it, not just hear it, and the longer they continued to fuck, the more that part of him grew.

So perhaps he should’ve considered himself lucky when his “wish” was granted some time later. Matthew went to raid the kitchen pantry for some protein bars, while Gabrielle headed to the bedroom to wait for his stamina to build back up.

Initially, she just sat on the edge of her bed, giddily feeling as though she were half her age, and Matthew was the dreamy boy who’d swept her off her feet. She was trying to think of how she should pose for when he came to rejoin her (or whether to pose at all), when she spotted the red lingerie laying over by the bathroom entrance.

“Oh, he’s gonna love this,” she smiled, walking over to the panties Jacob was trapped in and picking them up. He had been yelling out her name ever since she walked in the room, and when her eyes seemed to focus on his body, he thought he might finally be discovered—but she was merely looking at the slight discoloration around the boy, truly not having seen him. She grimaced, but since she thought them to be her hottest pair of underwear, she decided to wear them anyways and lowered them down to her feet.

Jacob tried screaming even louder as Gabrielle stepped each of her legs through the holes on either side of him, but he was much too tiny to ever be heard, even when she was unknowingly staring right at him. For only a few brief seconds, he stared up at Gabrielle’s face, until her massive, looming thighs overtook his view of her. And then before he could come to terms with just how screwed he really was, her smooth, dark ass cheeks came barreling towards him at such a terrifying speed that he nearly wet himself. In a heartbeat, his pathetic-sized, meager body was thrust into Gabrielle’s crack, and he was effortlessly absorbed into the totality of her shapely backside. Unaware that Jacob was tangled in her lingerie, she changed into a matching brassiere, and then waited in the bedroom for Matthew to come and join her.

Entrenched so deeply in Gabrielle’s butt, Jacob could no longer see anything. And with his voice rendered useless, he effectively couldn’t say anything either. But he still had his nose—which had become flooded with the 35 year old woman’s strong musk—and his ears. Every time she moved, her jiggling cheeks would nearly deafen him because of how tiny he was, but through the commotion, he was able to hear the sound of his brother’s friend yelling here and there from across the house. Soon, he heard the confident strut of Matthew coming to join Gabrielle in the bedroom, the sound of the two flirting and teasing each other, and then the sound of her thong being pulled out of her crack, her underwear audibly straining from the tightness as Matthew pulled the woman’s cheeks apart with a guttural, horny groan that was so clearly representative of how young Matthew was. Jacob hadn’t even realized he was no longer caught within the underwear’s threads, until Matthew gripping and squeezing Gabrielle’s ass let in enough light for Jacob to see that he was right up against her anus. He had no idea why he didn’t fall back to the floor. Maybe it was the woman’s gravity; he was so small, and she so huge, that his body was naturally attached to her now, like a dust mite gently flowing towards a fingertip.

Realizing that this was his chance to escape, Jacob turned himself around so he was facing outwards from Gabrielle’s body, which, for a brief moment, seemed to give him just enough leverage to displace himself from the surface of her body. But instead of falling to the floor, he found himself face to face with the tip of Matthew’s dick, a light burgundy colored behemoth the diameter of which was several times his height. He only had a few moments to recognized just how fucked he was about to be—pun intended—before the man’s colossal dick pushed inside Gabrielle, sending Jacob deep inside the woman's ass.

Unlike Dylan being stuck inside her but detached from Matthew’s shaft, Jacob seemed to actually be stuck to Matthew’s dick. Though he pumped his cock back and forth inside the woman’s asshole, the tip of his dick never left Gabrielle’s colon, meaning Jacob was perpetually blinded by the darkness of being inside the titanic woman, while also suffering the astronomical humiliation of being plastered against another guy’s raging cock. Matthew didn’t let up for even a second—how could he, considering how beautiful the woman was—and after nearly ten minutes, Jacob felt like his naked, tiny body was practically rubbed raw. But of course, Matthew wasn’t just going to pull out and call it a day; he’d have to finish before the accidental torture could end.

Only after a relentless onslaught of being pummeled by Matthew’s dick inside Gabrielle did his brother’s friend finally stop, only for the few seconds it took Matthew’s orgasm to arrive. Like a firehose on full blast, a torrent of cum exploded against Jacob’s body, washing him even deeper into Gabrielle’s ass. The man’s cum was enough to finally unstick Jacob from Matthew’s dick, but at the cost of burying him inside Gabrielle. As Matthew pulled out for the second time that afternoon, he unknowingly left behind the speck-sized man, drowning in her lover’s cum, while the two giants crawled onto the bed to relax a bit before their third and final fiesta.