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“That’s all?” Carol quips coldly, “I expected more from you.”
“You hardly have the right to complain about stealing my harvest, which I worked so hard to carefully cultivate until you came forcing your way into my home,” Fine complains. From where she was sitting it was perfectly natural for a man to go a little limp after such intense sex.
Carol squeezes her thighs tighter and rocks back and forth on top of you.
“That’s hardly fair. I was the one who allowed you to have the first round. You said I could have a turn if he lasted that long.”
“And he didn’t.”
Carol clicks her tongue in disdain, “I know very well that you’re capable of more than this. You may be a second-rate witch but your talents in the art of pleasing men are second to none.”
Fine is in no rush to help Carol by using her obscene techniques to bring you back for another round. She’s happy to lie back and spread her legs so that the messy creampie you gave her is visible for an increasingly jealous Carol’s consumption. The last thing you want is for these two to get into a fight. There’s no shortage of sights to arouse yourself with, given that both ladies are naked and draped over you like members of a rapidly forming harem.
Of course – they’re the ones wearing the metaphorical pants most of the time…
Carol’s circular hip movements finally will your shaft back to life. While enjoying a threesome with Fine and another blonde bombshell sounds like a good time, the serious logistical issues in having enough energy for another woman have always tempered your fantasies somewhat. Fine is a succubus, capable of using her mouth, fingers and pussy to suck out loads with devastating efficiency. You didn’t even know it was possible to feel some of the things she makes you feel.
“Good boy. It’s nice to see that you recognize who the more attractive woman is here.”
Her words are pointed like the edge of a knife. She pushes you down onto your back and mounts you, sliding every inch of your cock into her snatch without a second thought. Her skinny figure contorts and arcs, revealing the ribs pushing out against her skin. She keeps a straight face for the most part. Her long nails dig into your skin slightly from her intense grip.
She’s tight and warm, but your prior intercourse with Fine means you can withstand a lot more punishment this time around. Trying to reach up and play with her breasts only earns a scowl and her moving to take a hold of your wrists, pinning you down to the bed.
“You only touch me when I say you touch me, understand?”
You nod, “Y-Yeah. I get it.”
Carol works her hips and begins to bounce up and down on your waist. The numbness caused by Fine’s wild ride can’t protect you forever – and Carol isn’t going to let her get one over on her without trying to fight back first. There’s nothing romantic about it, but that is appealing in its own way. Carol wants total control over what you do, and you’re more than happy to play along.
Fine watches from the side and observes the way Carol rides you. The expression behind her eyes is unreadable. One-part mirth and two parts annoyance that her quiet evening of fun was so rudely interrupted by an interloper. At least she can enjoy the sight of your face twisting and screwing up in response to the pleasure you’re feeling.
But she isn’t content to watch forever. She decides to get in on the fun by reaching over and playing with your pectorals and nipples. Carol shoots her a dirty glare for getting in the way, but she’s too focused on bouncing on top of you to stop her. You grit your teeth and groan at the double-ended assault.
“Hm. You’re not that bad. I was expecting a lot worse,” Carol muses with a sneer.
“Why do you think I like toying with him so much?” Fine replies. Her deft fingers squeeze and pinch – turning a normally dull area into an erogenous zone. She’s playing you like an instrument, but you can’t say you’re surprised at this point.
Carol’s cool mask starts to fray at the edges as she picks up the pace, slamming herself down and filling the air with the sounds of slapping flesh. Fine leans in and covers your face with her long blonde bangs, before sucking your tongue into her mouth and kissing you aggressively as Carol approaches her first climax of the evening.
“Ah! Ah! Hmph! It’s… it’s big! I’m going to…”
It’s impossible to hold back the tide with two beautiful women dominating you like this. You groan into Fine’s plush lips and pump your hips up into Carol, unleashing a wave of semen directly into her womb. Carol soon joins you in mutual orgasm – her tunnel clenching around your shaft and her throat releasing a hoarse cry of pleasure.
She plants her hands back onto your chest and steadies herself. Fine backs away and gives you a second to breathe after having your mouth invaded by her tongue for almost two minutes without respite.
“What did you think?” she asks with a smirk.
She nearly sucked the life out of you!
“She’s… pretty good.”
Carol frowns and crosses her arms, “Pretty good? I don’t believe for one second that this old witch is better at making love than me.”
Fine laughs, “Oh? You seem to love making assumptions without any evidence to support them. I can get him back and ready for another round within the minute. Watch and learn.”
You know exactly what she’s planning to do. There’s no escaping it. She leans down and shrouds your lower body with her long blonde hair, sucking down your soiled shaft and slipping two of her fingers up and around your balls. They push against your ass and begin a double-pronged attack. Her tongue lashes your shaft and head whilst her fingers seek out your prostate and push against it.
Your flaccid cock twitches back to life from the extreme stimulation. Fine is a master at this sort of thing. She’s a certified freak – using every tool in her arsenal to turn you into a submissive pile of mush whenever she likes. To be honest you don’t really understand some of the arcane stuff that she deploys to blow your mind. But do you have any right to complain about it?
It’s almost like she has a direct line to your nervous system, finding sensitive zones that you never knew about.
“I’d like you to mating press me, if you could be so kind.”
This time you’re the one leading the dance. You push her legs back and keep them spread, lording over her curves from an elevated position. A swift thrust into her cunt causes her cool façade to crack slightly. She moans softly and bites her bottom lip. She does this on purpose to encourage you, screaming like a pornstar.
“Don’t forget about me, boy.”
Carol gets up onto her knees and shoves her tongue into your mouth. It’s a touch awkward pounding into Fine at the same time, but you eventually figure out how to please both women without headbutting the dangerous alchemist and pissing her off.
“Oh! That’s a good spot, right there!” Fine moans.
The only thought going through your mind is that this is an awful lot for one man to manage. Two gorgeous women are demanding your attention, and both of them have pussies that want to milk every drop of semen from your body. Fine is extremely tight, so much so that it’s almost difficult to pull out and move back in again!
The room descends into controlled chaos. Fine is pushed down into the plush bed, her hands gripping the sheets next to her head with golden hair pouring out across the mattress like an overflowing river. Multiple climaxes have afforded you the ability to keep going for a little longer this time around, and you work with the single-minded intent of making your mistress cum.
Carol is all over you, nibbling on your ear and running her hands all over your chest.
“Hurry up and make her cum. I want another turn, boy.”
It’s really hard not to give in and rush through this…
You drive deeper and really strike at Fine’s core. She laughs deliriously and silently begs you to go faster. Your mind is stuck in a whirlwind. These two witches want you to be collared to them for the rest of your life, and you might break and let them get away with it.
“That’s it! I’m almost there!”
Fine luxuriates in having her own personal boy-toy to sleep with whenever she pleases. There are many things that she can ‘fix’ using her skills, but obedience like yours is a rare prize that can’t be taught. The best she could ever do was create empty husks who were devoid of their independence or personality.
“Cumming!” you groan. One last heavy thrust and you stay balls-deep inside of her folds, unleashing another wave of semen directly into her womb.
Fine arches her back and wails. Her hands shoot out and pull you closer, her nails digging into your back and leaving a series of red streaks in her wake. You’re too dazed from the orgasm to pay it any mind. The pleasure and pain blends together and causes needles to prick at you from beneath your skin.
Carol doesn’t let you collapse into her outstretched arms for some aftercare. She pulls back on your shoulders and wrestles you back down onto the bed, continuing to molest your mouth with her tongue whilst her hands paw at your cock and get covered with your combined filth. Fine rolls her eyes and sits up to scold her.
“You’re a greedy woman, or maybe you only have sex on your mind?”
Carol releases your lips and sneers back at her, “I don’t want to hear that from you. You’ve been spending more time sleeping with him than you have been honing your craft lately.”
“Jealousy suits you well. But I suppose having an extra pair of hands to play with isn’t such a bad idea after all.”
Carol is quick to dismiss her; “I would have had him in the palm of my hands even without you.”
“Don’t make me laugh! You came almost right away.”
“I did not!” Carol squawks, “I can prove it to you! I’m going to use him again, and then we’ll see how truthful you’re being!”
“U-Uh, I might be a little sore…” you protest weakly, but they’re not listening to you.
Carol and Fine close in around you like a pair of hungry predators, and before you know it your cock it lodged deep into Carol’s throat while Fine sucks on your nipples. It’s hard not to groan. Where the hell did they learn to do these things? Why do they feel so good when they look so deceptively simple from the outside?
Carol decides to change up her plan of attack. She crawls up and wraps your hardening shaft between her breasts, earning a dirty look from Fine as she realizes that she’s using one of her best assets against her. Fine decides to muscle in on the fun, pushing her aside and sandwiching it between them.
“Leave me alone!” Carol demands, “This was my idea.”
“Don’t be so stingy. Look at him. He’s beaming with pride, and he’s even harder than before.”
Every man’s dream is to have his cock squeezed between two large pairs of breasts. You can die a happy man now that it has become a reality, and that might just happen if they keep riding you like a sex toy. It’ll be one hell of a way to go out. The two women quickly get into a competitive spat over who can give you the best boobjob.
Carol’s are slightly smaller, but they’re extremely perky and with very erect nipples. Fine’s are bigger overall with larger areola. Regardless of the differences – they combine into a tantalizing package that is intended to squeeze your cock. They’re so soft and warm that it’s impossible not to get fully erect once again.
Despite getting what they want out of the foreplay, neither Carol or Fine are willing to end it there and go back to having vaginal sex. They keep going, moving their chests up and down and pressing them against one another with a deep scowl on both of their faces.
“U-Uh, Fine, Carol?” you mutter.
It keeps getting faster and more intense. You groan and look at the ceiling to try and distract yourself from the immense pleasure they’re delivering.
“See? I’m better at this than you. Maybe he should be my servant instead!” Carol seethes.
“You’ve got a long way to go before prying him away from me.”
It’s all too much. You thrust your hips between them and let loose with a thick spray of cum that splatters across their tits. Carol and Fine almost jump from the shock of having your twitching prick unleashing all over them all of a sudden.
“H-Hey! Why are you cumming already?” Carol protests.
“You’ve been giving me a titjob for almost twenty minutes!” you reply, “Do you have any idea how amazing that feels?”
Fine sighs and wipes some of the semen into her palm, “What a waste. I would have liked to have this inside of me…”
“Not my fault. I could have gotten him ready on my own,” Carol states.
“It’s of no concern to me. I can easily prepare him for another round.”
You hold out your hands and shake your head, “Mercy! Please?”
Their eyes hold no compassion. They prowl towards you from the foot of the bed, with hunger on their faces and tongues tracing across dry lips.
This might be too much of a good thing…