A cloud of noxious gas was lingering in what essentially was Stan’s current dwelling. As soon as Izzy started moving her massive wrecking ball like cheeks began crushing his poor abused and fart tainted face. He began to ride up further getting closer to her smoking sphincter. This, in addition to how painfully stretched he was across her massive hips created a torture chamber the likes of which he’s never felt.
Izzy grabbed Stan’s braided legs and picked them out of her hungry vagina. “Jeez Stan. Think you could avoid flashing my relatives.” She said. I’M NOT MEANT TO COVER THAT UP YOU OGRE! He screamed internally. “Well to be fair, sweetie, he’s got a lot of area to cover.” Gabby said while giggling. “Well he’s about to be put to the test, ‘cause guess what time it is?” Josefa said flinging off her shorts revealing her Tomas panties. Like a chorus the girls all said: “Volleyball time!”
Josefa then went on to explain to Stan the long history of Lopez women and the sport of volleyball that went back nearly as far as their history in law enforcement. In her youth, her sister Gabby even qualified for the US olympic team and brought home a silver medal 20 years and 80 pounds ago. Stan didn’t get much of this though as her was several inches deep in her daughter’s butt crack. “Alright! It’s been a bit since I played, mom. How are we doing teams?” Izzy asked, with a great deal of enthusiasm she doesn’t normally show. “Well, how about our generation versus your’s.” Her mother said walking over to Gabby’s direction, leaving her and Emilia on the other. “Alright, you’re on!” Emilia said with Izzy nodding in approval. Her aunt cheered in approval and whipped off her shorts revealing her own living thong.
Stan’s world was one that was shut out from everything that wasn’t Izzy’s rump. However, he did get a word every once in a while, one he was hearing a lot was “volleyball”. Before he could think further he felt his thonged body was strained intensely! Izzy went into a deep squat as she began stretching for volleyball. Stan felt as though he was about to snap, sadly he was too elastic for such a mercy. Just as he thought that dangerous thought: how could this get worse? *PPPPPPPRRRRRAAAAATTT* Izzy’s bowels unleashed themselves on him with her butthole as open as ever. “Good God, Izzy. Keep that crap under control, or else I’m not playing.” Emilia said, pinching her nose. “Sorry, little miss priss. Abuela Peppa made her 5 Pepper Queso dip.” She said, feigning an apology. At this point Stan had been farted on so much that he was now fearing that he may become stained with the terrible flatulence, he hoped not, he groaned as he realized if that were so, he’d resemble underwear even more than he already does.
The women took their places on a net set up by the lake of their picnic area. Lots of the Lopez women started to gather around, many of them stripping down and showing off their living clothing and tattoos. Izzy went to serve, with surprising athletics for a slacker like her. She rose and her butt cheeks tightened like a vice and pummeled Stan while shoving his face into her stinking butthole. She spiked the volleyball and Gabby was there to return it. Things were up in earnest now along with the smells and pressures that struck Stan. All he could do was hope this gam wouldn’t last too long.
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