Time seemed to barely lay a finger on a single inch of the house itself. Everything looked almost exactly the same since Marco moved out, the only difference being that its residents have aged significantly.

Marco's mom, Angie, still had her brown, cloud-like curly hair, though it was cut much shorter and with stray grays sprinkled throughout. Age only had a cursory brush with her smooth face, planting a small number of wrinkles on her cheeks and beside her vibrant green eyes. At the very least, it hasn't made her body any less voluptuous.

Marco's dad, Rafael, on the other hand, had much more grays on his hair compared to his wife, which not only streaked through his black hair, but also his bushy mustache and goatee. His wrinkles were much more pronounced, as were his cheekbones. Much like his wife, time did little to his figure, as he retained his broad torso and meaty, hairy arms.

Although Marco loved having his own place, he never truly felt he was at home unless he was at his family's house. His folks were more than glad to have him, especially Mrs. Diaz, who wouldn't stop gushing about how she felt like she was fifteen years younger with Marco staying over. Though it hadn't been long since the last time nor was it a rare occurrence, Marco only slept over when his parents couldn't come home till the next morning or they went out of town. Nowadays, the only times the whole family would sleep under the same roof would be during holidays.

As soon as Marco arrived with his gym bag full of clothes, a toothbrush, and other sleepover necessities, dinner had already begun and everyone sat at the table. There was one empty seat reserved for Marco and, much to his annoyance, lay next to Janna. He found solace in Mari sitting on the other side of him, at least.

"Mrs. Diaz, this spaghetti's pretty dope." Jackie complimented as she gulped down a meatball wrapped in noodles.

"Aww, why thank you dear!" Angie then turned a half lidded gaze towards her only son.

"Sooo Marco…" fluttered her eyes at him, almost flirtatiously so. "Who's the lucky lady?"

The innocent question gave Marco enough pause to leave a noodle dangling from his mouth mid-slurp as he eyed his mother. He swallowed and wiped his mouth before replying. All the girls except Mariposa kept a curious eye on him.

"Uhh, what?"

Angie giggled. "Come now, Marco. There's no way a man in his prime like you doesn't have ladies throwing themselves at you left and right."

"He's already got two of them sitting at this table…" Mariposa said sardonically while twirling pasta with her fork.

The man cleared his throat. "Mom, you know I'm permanently off the market."

"Ohh, but you know how much I want grandkids, Marco! Can't ya do your dearest mother this one favor?"

"Don't worry Mrs. D. Your son and I are workin' on it." Janna patted her stomach. Rafael struggled to stifle a laugh while keeping food in his mouth. Angie just let it all out.

"Mari, can we please switch seats?" Marco, with his face a screaming red, turned to his little sis.

"Nope. I'm not getting you out of this one."

"Oh no ya don't, sister!" Star pointed her fork towards Janna challengingly. "If anyone's gonna claim ownership of his seed, it's gonna be me!"

"I'd like to see you try!" Janna brandished her cutting knife in return.

Marco really wished he had his hoodie on so he could hide his face. Instead he settled for hiding it behind his hands.

Rafael's laugh slowly died down as he wiped a tear from his wrinkly eye.

"Ah, to be young and to be yearned for again." Rafael spoke wistfully. "Mi hijo, as much as we'd like for you to settle down, I myself have no problem if you still fancy the bachelor life. Live your life as you see fit, son."

Marco sighed in relief, raising his head from his hands. "Thanks, Dad. I'm… just trying to focus on my Martial Arts career right now."

"And we shall continue to love and support you no matter what." Rafael nodded towards his wife. "Won't we, Honey?"

"Of course! But y'know, your father and I aren't getting any younger and well…" Angie sighed longingly. "I just miss seeing little feet running across my living room. You and Mariposa just grew up so fast…"

"Someday, Mom." Marco softly spoke. "Someday."

Angie sighed. "Probably could've had at least two by now if it wasn't for-"

"Mom. Please." Marco curtly cut off his mother with a subdued edge to his voice. "Not right now."

Rafael leaned closer to Angie and whispered. "Best not to tear open an old wound, mi amore. Even hinting at it is like poison to him."

"Ohh, I know, but I'm still just as mad at her as he is!" The doting mother hissed back. "How dare she hurt my son like that? And on their Wedding day, too!"

"I know, I know. We were all shocked. Devastated even. But we should just leave it in the dark chasm of the past and never look back again."

"Y'know I can hear you, right?" Marco said, scowling.

"O-oh. My bad, dear." Angie's eyes widened in embarrassment.

Star merely looked confused at the whole exchange. Too curious to keep quiet, she spoke.

"Wait, who are you t-"

Star felt a hand squeeze her arm. She looked up at its owner and was greeted by a pair of pleading aquamarine eyes and a shaking head that belonged to Jackie. Star quickly shut her mouth and simply looked at Marco with concern.

"Uhhh, oh right!" Angie blurted out without warning. "Marco, will you be available tomorrow night?"

The man shrugged. "Probably if I don't end up hanging with Brantley again. Why?"

"Ah. Well, your father and I were invited to a party thrown by a client of his and we might not be back till the next morning. Think you could be here for Mari while we're gone?"

Marco nodded. "Sure, no problem, Mom."

Angie smiled warmly. "Oh,I knew I could count you."

Angie turned her attention to the rest of the table. "Now, who wants dessert?"

Once dinner was over, the parents had already retired to their bedroom leaving Marco and the girls in the living room.

After changing into their sleepwear, they all decided to watch another movie. They ended up choosing a classic, critically acclaimed film written, produced, directed and starring one of Europe's greatest directors, "The Room". At least that's what Janna claimed. When Marco, who had seen the movie in college, wanted to call her out, the girl promptly shushed him.

With the room only illuminated by the TV screen, all five sat on the couch, with Marco once again smack dab in the middle of the four girls. A thick, cotton blanket big enough to cover the whole couch laid across them. Like back at the theater, they all had some snacks and sodas, but instead of Popcorn, it was Marco's Nachos.

"Oh hey, Mari made these the other night!" Star picked up a nacho, examining it.

Marco raised an eyebrow. "Did she now?"

"Mm-hmm! First time I ever had 'em." Star tossed the chip in her mouth, humming as she closed her eyes to savor the flavors mingling in her mouth.

"Oh man, this is much better with a Roux!"

"Whaddya mean it's much better?" Marco eyed Star suspiciously. "Like you know how nachos taste with or without a Roux.

"Oh! Uh…"

Star gulped her nacho anxiously. Her small blue pupils played ping pong as both Diaz siblings narrowed their eyes at her.

"Um… Mari, didn't you say it was missing something when you made 'em?"

"Yeah." The younger Diaz answered flatly. "But I wasn't sure what it was till now."

"All I know is, ain't no concession stand in the world better than Marco's nachos." Janna tossed a handful of chips into her mouth, getting cheese and beef splattered on her lips.

"Uh, Jan?" Jackie called out. "The movie?"

"Huh? Oh right!"

One flick of a switch later and the TV was the only source of light in the living room, illuminating the couch and its inhabitants in a soft blue light. With the convenience of the coffee table in front of them, Marco's nachos and the sodas were just a forwardlean away.

Which left their hands free to do as they please. Janna and Jackie certainly enjoyed the concealment of their elbows by the blanket.

Marco kept looking at Mariposa hoping she wouldn't notice his slight squirming as a pair of different hands rubbed around his lap. He fought hard to remotely make it look like he was watching the movie. Luckily he watched it enough times and had enough obscure knowledge about it to reply should any questions come his way.

"Hold up, are those… spoons in those picture frames?" Mari pointed out during a scene taking place in a living room.

"Yup." Janna spoke as if she wasn't groping Marco. "They were placeholders that they ended up forgetting about while shooting."

"That's… weird."

"Ohh man, you don't know the half of it."

"Y'know I uh-" Marco gulped as he felt Janna apply pressure to his groin.

"-just remembered, maybe this might not be the most appropriate film to watch."

Mari raised an eyebrow. "Why not?"

"Well there's- ack!" Marco loudly cleared his throat when Janna drove a hand down his pants, feeling her warm, soft touch on his burgeoning erection.

"Sex scenes…" he squeaked.

"Dude, y'know we're big girls." Jackie added a wink. "We're not gonna get traumatized over a couple-a lewd scenes."

"If you could call 'em that." Said Janna. "Most you'll get is the acknowledgment that they're nude and Tommy Wiseau's flabby ass cheeks."

"Besides, I've seen worse." Mari said to Marco. "You did let me borrow your copies of Berserk."

"Oh… right."

"F." Janna said suddenly.

"F." Marco and Mari followed up simultaneously, leaving both Star and Jackie exchanging puzzled glances.

The group continued watching the movie as normal. Or at least as normal as they could get. Jackie and Janna's hand showed no signs of stopping and Marco couldn't just tell them or motion for them to stop lest Mariposa gets wise to their antics. His only solution was to keep acting normal while two girls covertly pleasured him.

If only it could be done as easy as it was said.

On a particular scene that was funnier than clearly intended, Mariposa and the rest of the girls laughed. Marco's erect dick had already been whipped out and Janna and Jackie's hands deftly climbed up and down it while they also genuinely enjoyed the movie. Marco could only muster a nervous, half-hearted chuckle.

Then there came one of the sex scenes between the main character and his wife and the mood of the room noticably changed. Jackie and Janna smiled at Mariposa like they knew something Marco didn't.

"Ooh, Mari. Does this make ya feel some type of way?" Janna teased, her grip on Marco getting firmer.

"Eww, no. There's nothing good about this at all. It looks like he's just bangin' her bellybutton."

"Yeah this movie's full of unprompted sex scenes." Janna explained. "And they're all worse than your average Hollywood movie sex scene."

"Never was a fan of 'em." Jackie added, leaning her head on Marco's side and slightly tightening her grip. "Like, sex scenes in media, I mean. A lot of 'em are pointless. Just takes me out of the story, y'know?"

"I guess it works for like romances or ones where sex is kinda the focus." Mariposa added.

"Like…" Star cut herself off with a stifled giggle.

"...porn."

"You're not wrong." Jackie responded.

"Uh… I mean." Marco cleared his throat and straightened his posture. "They could also work if you write them into the story in a way that's natural or makes sense."

The girls sounded their approval with nods.

Marco almost yelled but overwrote it with a coughing fit when he felt a another hand cup his balls.

"Geez Marco, you good?" Mari asked. "Need some water or something?"

"Uhh," Marco cleared his throat. "Nah I'm good."

Mari narrowed her eyes at her older brother before resting her cheek back on her palm and turning her gaze back to the TV screen.

Marco's eyes darted frantically between Janna and Jackie, still feeling one of each of their hands on his dick and the others on his legs. His mind struggled to figure out whose hand currently toyed with his balls. His squirming had begun shifting the blanket a bit as nimble, velvety fingers rolled his balls between them.

The curiosity and anxiety gnawed at him to the point that he had to lift the blanket slightly to see what was going on.

Marco's eyes bugged out, threatening to fall off his sockets and he quickly turned to the girl who sat on the complete opposite end of the couch from Mariposa.

Star leaned over the armrest of the couch, her arm hanging off the edge. Marco noticed her arm moving as though it reached out to something. She had the most convincing poker face, but Marco knew deep in his soul she was doing more than that.

Hesitance lingered and going back to pretending to watch the movie sounded like a better path that Marco no longer had the luxury of choosing. An onslaught of feelings overwhelmed him and the man's resolve waned towards a tipping point he wasn't sure he could put off any longer. His hand shook, his mind gnawed by what he already knew but dreaded to see with his own two eyes. With a gulp and a quick, furtive glance towards Mari, Marco slowly lifted the blanket.

A disembodied hand emerging from a small blue portal had its lusty clutches on his cock.

A roaring scream shattered the quiet calm and the thick, widespread blanket flew up to the ceiling. Every hand that clutched Marco's cock darted back to their owners. While everyone else remained briefly lost in the confusion, Marco scrambled to push his dick back into his pants.

"Marco, what the f-frick!?" Mari exclaimed, luckily just short of seeing him with his hand down his pants.

"Uhh…" Marco's eyes darted back and forth as every pair of eyes on him felt like needles digging into his skin. He sweated a barrage as he searched for every excuse to explain his sudden outburst.

"Sorry I uhh… there was a spider on my lap…" Marco nervously laughed while his gaze bounced between the girls.

The only words that came out of anyone were from the actors on TV. The prolonged silence had made the atmosphere debilitating for Marco, much so that he felt he couldn't continue sitting there any longer.

"I think… I should go to bed."

Marco got up and headed towards the stairs. He walked without looking back and he still felt their eyes on him, even after he went up the stairs to the second floor.

Marco felt like a teenager again, going back to his room after a long, mentally exhausting day. As soon as he shut the door behind him, the mattress jumped when he fell face first onto it. He contemplated staying that way until morning until he remembered something important hidden in his room.

Marco hopped to his feet and leapt towards his closet. He spelunked his way through countless boxes and Red hoodies, delving deeper into the darkest corners of his closet to find what he heatedly sought after.

After minutes of clawing at the Abyss, the tip of his index felt a texture he recognized immediately. His hand shot forward and hooked the object towards him.

In both of Marco's hands, laid a long box. It's polished wood surface felt as smooth to the touch as it was when he first got it. A wave of nostalgia washed over Marco, lifting him up before immediately knocking him right back down. Memories that were supposed to immerse his heart in joy were immediately soured by the event that ruined them.

Marco lifted the lid off the box and his mood brightened. His eyes climbed from the tip of the sheathe to the top of the handle as he marveled at how pristine it looked even after how much time had passed. He slowly reached towards the black grip like he feared it would break before his fingers closed around it in a firm, almost deathly grip.

As much as Marco could never forgive Hekapoo for what she did to him, he could never forget everything she did for him before their relationship fell apart. One thing he'll always be grateful for,however, was this sick-ass katana.

"Hmm. Wonder if…"

With the sword fastened to his hip, while the tip of the blade faced diagonally down towards the ground and the bottom of the handle facing forward, Marco took an Iaido stance, holding the sheathe near the top just below the hilt, while his other hand gripped the handle.

In a nigh unseen motion, Marco slashed the air in front of him, cutting a glowing blue line in the empty space in front of him that immediately expanded into a wide open dimensional rift.

Marco walked into the portal, taking one step from his room in his family's house to his room in his own house in a fraction of a second.

"Guess it does."

His curiosity satiated, he turned back around and into the portal. He stopped dead in his tracks after the first step into his childhood room. Star stood in his doorway, her face in a similar expression of shock as Marco's.

Neither one could lift their dropped jaws back for several minutes as they stared at one another in debilitating awkward silence.

"So, quick question." Star spoke first. "Why do you have access to portals and who gave it to you?"

Defensively, Marco stood straight and puffed up his chest to assert his control over the situation. He looked Star dead in the eyes with a stoic face.

"I think you know the answer to that question." Marco answered curtly.

"Uh, no I don't think I do. Enlighten me, will ya?'

"Oh c'mon, I bet she was the one who gave you those scissors, too."

"Who, Ponyhead? No way she gave you anything. She was banging your friend, remember? What's-his-name? Bradley?"

Marco pointed accusingly at Star. "So that was you in San Fran! I knew it!"

"Uh-uh-uh! Don't you accuse me while I'm interrogating you! How come you can use portals? Earth people aren't supposed to have dimension hopping tools!"

"What, we're not?"

"No! Earth was supposed to be off limits from other dimensions. At least till I came along. So I gotta know how you can make portals like that."

Rather than respond, Marco turned his back to Star, gripping his sword tightly in both hands as his heart felt like it wanted to collapse in on itself. He stared blankly at the sword until his better judgement forced him to get it out of his chest.

With a burdened sigh, Marco turned around, once again facing a cross-armed Star directly.

"Hekapoo." He let the name out like it was a bomb about to explode.

Star's face went through multiple stages of… something. First she raised an eyebrow skeptically before both eyes narrowed in suspicion. Then her baby blue eyes bugged out and her jaw threatened to fall off.

"Wha… Hekapoo?" Star repeated, the name sounding outrageous coming out of her mouth. "As in the Scissorsmith Hekapoo? Magic High Commission Hekapoo? That Hekapoo?"

"Yeah."

"Huh." Star scanned Marco, digesting the information.

"So, you two dated or something?"

Marco didn't respond. Instead, he put the sword back inside its box, then returned it to its dark corner of the closet.

Marco sat on his bed, his arms drooping over his legs, while his head hung. He felt another, smaller body occupy the space next to him before a hand rested on his shoulder.

"Bad breakup, huh?" Star surmised, sounding more somber. "That's okay, I've been there."

Marco chuckled. "Biggest understatement of my life."

"Oh. Your mom mentioned something about your Wedding Day."

Marco felt a stabbing pain in his heart. "Yeah, but I'd rather not get into that."

Star nodded in understanding, before moving her hand away from his shoulder and replaced it with her head. Then both of her arms wrapped around Marco's tightly.

"I thought I'd put it all behind me. But seeing you at San Fran, using those scissors… it's like I'm being chased."

"I'm sorry."

Marco shook his head. "No, don't apologize. None of it's your fault."

"So is it true?"

"What is?"

"That you kinda swore off dating after things with Hekapoo went south."

Marco sat up straight and faced Star, his expression soft.

"Yeah, I did. Technically, I still am."

Star giggled. "Well, your mom's right about one thing. You do have girls throwin' themselves at ya. Just… probably not the kinda girls she's expecting."

"Yeah it's… complicated. Still not even sure what we even are."

"But I think it's a good thing though."

Marco glared at her, confused.

"Whaddya mean?"

"I mean like, it seems like you're finally moving past your uh… past! At least you're finding love somewhere."

Marco snickered. "If you can even call it that."

Star held onto Marco tighter, getting his attention. He looked down at her as she looked up at him with a look that lit up the dark room.

"Well, I'm glad to be a part of whatever it is."

The man snorted. "Who said you were?"

"Me. I did. Just now. As Princess of Mewni, I decree it."

"Psh. Maybe out there, you're a Princess. In here, you're just another foreign exchange student who… happens to know Magic."

"Hmm. Then I guess my mom, The Queen, and the rest of the Magic High Commission would be interested to know why a human from Earth has access to interdimensional portals."

"What, you're blackmailing me now?" Marco smiled. "Then I guess your mom would also like to hear about your 'nightly escapades."

"Touché."

They both shared a laugh, finding comedy and common ground in their respective secrets and situations. After a little while, they both sighed and spent a few silent minutes staring at Marco's wall.

"Nah, I'm not gonna tell anyone." Star broke the silence. "As long as you don't tell my parents that I sneak out with Ponyhead and… y'know."

Marco smiled at Star. "Yeah, sure. Just don't tell my family about me, you, Jackie, and Janna."

Star's gaze drifted away. "Ooh, yeah. About that…"

"What!?"

Star laughed. "Chill, I'm just kidding. I haven't nor will I ever tell a soul."

Marco sighed. "Thank you."

"Hey." Star softly called out.

"Hmm?"

When Marco turned to face Star, he froze in shock as her lips briefly touched his. A spicy tingle passed over his mouth after they parted, reminding him of that night they spent together. He couldn't stop staring at Star's cute, smiling face. Though his face didn't show it, his heart felt at ease.

"Don't be so hard on yourself."

Star got up and walked towards the door. She shot Marco a smile and a wink before she walked out of sight. He took some quiet time to himself, reflecting on what just happened with him and Star as well as whatever he has with her, Janna and Jackie. No matter how much he thought about it, he still couldn't figure it out. He thought it best to just sleep on it.

It took some time, but once Marco finally fell asleep, he was flat on his back and out like a light. He wasn't a heavy sleeper by any means, but he felt more immersed in his sleep than ever before being on his old bed.

Marco wasn't the slightest stirred by the small portal being ripped open above his crotch. A familiar pale hand emerged and rubbed along Marco's crotch. It gave the concealed member a few tentative squeezes as it gradually hardened.

"H-huh?" Marco awoke to the feeling of being fondled. Through the blurriness of his vision, he made out Star's hand once again touching him.

Marco rolled his eyes as he sat up straight and grabbed Star by her disembodied wrist. He intended to pull her through the portal but found immense resistance coming from the other side which quickly reminded him of her superhuman strength.

Star's hand slipped from his grasp and dipped back into the portal before disappearing.

"Dammit," His eyes scanned his room, looking out for any more portals that may pop up.

His suspicions were confirmed once another portal opened up, this time directly in front of him. Star's hand once again popped up, only this time she stopped to make a "come hither" motion with her fingers.

With nothing else to do, he obliged her, his hand gripped on hers while she pulled it into the portal. His arm dipped until it was half way up his elbow.

Marco stiffened when he felt his hand hold onto a handful of soft, squishy skin. He gave a light squeeze and felt it collapse beneath his fingers.

"Jackie…" Marco whispered.

His attention was grabbed by the buzzing of his phone. Janna was calling him.

And it was a video call request.

Reluctantly, Marco took the call, and was greeted by live footage of Jackie topless and groped while Star sat on the floor next to her.

"Janna?" Marco called out quietly. "Where's Mariposa?"

"Sleeping." Janna answered, just as quietly. "We're on the second floor of Star's room. Mari's on the first."

"Please don't wake her up." Marco begged, not wanting to be caught in such a compromising position with these girls.

"She'll never know." Janna assured. "Now, chill out and enjoy."

On Janna's side, Marco can see Star cutting open another portal, before putting her scissors down and dipping both of her hands in.

At the same time. Marco felt her hands unbuttoning his pajama bottoms. In seconds, his engorged cock was freed and Star's hands immediately went to work on it.

In the video call, Star called out to Janna and whispered something Marco couldn't catch.

"Yo Marco. Star says to put your dick into the portal."

"Uh, okay?" Marco hesitated for a second before getting on his knees and waddling towards the portal, while Star still held on, slightly pulling him forward.

He dunked his dick deep into the swirling vortex all the way to his balls. Immediately after, the familiar feeling of soft, moist lips closed around his cock.

Marco quickly looked back at the video call and watched as Star's lips puckered around his cock, before delving slightly deeper down his shaft. Her tongue swirled circles around Marco's rod, brushing over every vein and wrinkle, sloppily leaving dripping trails of spit that fell onto the floor.

Jackie pulled away from Marco, leaving his hand hanging in the air. She turned her back towards him before pulling both her booty shorts and her underwear down her thick, shapely legs and off her feet. Before he knew it, the back of his fingers felt a familiar warmth and wetness and he flipped his hand over to accommodate what Jackie offered him. She opened up for him, letting two of his fingers sink to the second knuckle.

"Man. It's been a while…" Marco spoke with fond remembrance. He wondered if Janna was going to join in at some point or simply stay behind the camera the whole time.

Then his question was answered when Janna put her phone on the floor where Marco could see it all more clearly. Star made another portal in front of Marco. He took the hint, put his phone down and stuck his hand in it, with which Janna took it and shoved his fingers into her mouth, slathering them in her saliva. Then she got up and guided the man's hand between her legs and the rest was history.

Marco rode the waves of eroticism, focused solely on the pleasure he gave as well as got. He instinctively thrust his hip, his cock going deeper down Star's hot mouth. At the same time, he pushed his fingers further and faster inside Jackie and Janna, while being goaded and serenaded by their soft gasps and moans. The longer he went the more the beast inside hungered for the girls on the other side.

Marco felt the two girls on his hands pop off his fingers. When he looked back at his phone, he saw them get on their knees next to Star and before he knew it, three sets of lips and tongues surrounded his rod. Looking back at the video call, the screen showed Jackie and Janna on his shaft while Star stayed on his head.

He lost himself in the ecstasy brought by the three girls' skillful mouths sailing him towards his peak. His knees wobbled, unable to hold steady as the pleasure from the triple blowjob conquered his thoughts. He could only see all three of them slobbering all over his rod in tandem, lathering it with their collective spit.

Star's words from earlier came back to him and he considered that having her being a part of his sex life sounded like a great idea. Janna and Jackie had quickly accepted her, so there's no reason why he wouldn't either.

Marco snapped out of his stupor when his dick was suddenly pushed out of the portal. Then Janna suddenly closed the video call. In his shock, he fell on his butt, his mind scrambling to catch up to what was happening. One thing for certain was that he felt overwhelmingly blue-balled.

The man assumed Mari must've barged in on the girls while they were having their fun. His heart raced at the thought of her seeing what was going on and discovering he was involved.

He tried calling Janna back, but the attempt was rejected. He tried again and the call request was denied after a few rings, indicating that Janna had deliberately denied his calls.

Marco was about to give up on the whole thing when another portal opened up, facing down and floating above his bare crotch. His body tensed when a hand shot out and instantly wrapped its fingers around his soaked dick and pulled it into the small blue vortex until he went balls deep. The next thing he knew, he felt the familiar warmth and wetness of a pussy on his tip, before his head pushed past the folds and every inch of him slowly sunk into the warm tightness.

"Oh, shit…'' Marco cursed under his breath, head hung back and struggling to hold himself up on his elbows.

Whoever he was inside of didn't hesitate to start riding up and down his pole. He didn't see who pulled his cock into the portal minutes prior but he assumed that girl was riding him that very moment.

He thrust his hips back at his mystery partner, clumsily meeting her halfway as they both went at their own paces before quickly getting in perfect sync. The infectious rhythm helped Marco go back to where he was prior to the abrupt halt.

Marco felt surprised at the sudden swaying of his dick. Whoever he was fucking rolled their hips atop him, slowly raiseing themselves up Marco's shaft at the same time and stopped just short of his tip, before slamming right back down.

Marco could only guess his current partner was Jackie. She had always loved to work her hips whenever she was on top. Though it's entirely possible it could be someone else, since all the girls had shockingly high degrees of experience. Regardless of who it could be, they did a damn good job keeping pace with Marco through the whole thing.

He could only imagine her face scrunched in pleasure as her battered insides clenched and twisted around Marco's girth. He could hear her struggle not to cry out loud enough for Mariposa or even the rest of the house to hear, resulting in cute little squeaks that Marco would point out if they were in the same room together.

Damn, he missed having sex like this.

His walls were breaking down and he could hold it in no longer.

Fuck it. Whoever stood on the other side was about to get a big fat creampie blown into their guts. Marco had no way to warn the girl, but he was sure they'd happily swallow every single drop.

Marco unleashed a beastly grunt as he flooded the girl's insides with his thick, hot seed, feeling it drowning her insides and coating his cock. He could never get tired of filling a girl with his cum and doing it the way he did brought a mix of gratification and nostalgia, without the sadness that usually came with the latter.

Even after his orgasm had passed, Marco was already set for another round or more as his cock stood as tall as it had been since the start of all this. However, it seemed the feeling wasn't mutual as he felt the girl on the other side flop off of him.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the portal, a myriad of loud giggles echoed throughout Star's room in the dead of night. The girls just couldn't help themselves after all that just happened.

"Felt awesome, didn't it dude?" Jackie asked with a smile.

"The D-Train's a rough ride. "Don't worry, you'll get used to it." Janna added as she took off the rest of her pajamas.

"Yeah, it's like riding a Warnicorn. Ya never forget it." Star said, her eyes glimmering with arousal.

The girls were giddy with anticipation, filled with joy at the prospect of getting their turn as well as seeing their mutual friend experience their first time fucking Marco. They all recalled their own first times with him and felt nostalgic.

Mariposa, completely nude and laden with sweat, laid face down and ass up as her older brother's cum dripped profusely from her pussy. Her tongue lolled out of her wide open mouth showing that the ecstacy had broken her and the moment eternally burned into her mind.