And the fun is not over

We collapsed onto the bed in a tangle of limbs, the air thick with the scent of sweat and sex. For a few moments, the only sound was our collective panting, the three of us spent and sated. But Judy, it seemed, had other plans. She rolled onto her back, her legs falling open in a clear invitation, her eyes already dark with a renewed hunger.

"Again," she breathed, her voice husky. "Lara, I want you again. Harder this time."

A slow, wicked grin spread across Lara's face. She rose to her knees, positioning herself between Judy's spread thighs. "As you wish, my vixen," she purred. She guided her still-hard cock to Judy's entrance, then drove into her with one powerful thrust, making Judy cry out, her back arching off the bed.

I moved to kneel by Judy's head, my own erection already stirring back to life. Judy turned to me, her mouth open, a silent plea in her eyes. I didn't hesitate, guiding myself into her waiting mouth, pushing deep into her enchanted throat. The wet, convulsive squeeze of her uvula sent a jolt of pleasure through me, and I began to move, my hips rocking in a steady, punishing rhythm.

Lara matched my pace, her hips slapping against Judy's with a force that made the bed creak in protest. Judy was caught between us, her body a conduit for our shared lust, her muffled moans vibrating around my cock with each of Lara's thrusts.

"Gods, she's tight," Lara grunted, her movements becoming more erratic. "I could fuck her like this all night."

I looked down at Judy, at the way her throat bulged with each of my thrusts, at the tears of pleasure streaming down her temples. A thought, wicked and provocative, took root in my mind. "Have you ever thought about getting her pregnant?" I asked, my voice rough.

Lara's hips faltered, her rhythm breaking. "What?" she asked, looking up at me, her brow furrowed in confusion. "I... I can't. I'm a... I have a..."

"A magic cock," I finished for her, my hips never ceasing their relentless assault on Judy's throat. "And magic, as you're learning, is full of surprises. Do it often enough, and I suspect you'll find it's fully functional. In every way."

Lara slowed to a near stop, her expression thoughtful. She looked down at Judy, at her flushed face, at her breasts, heaving with each ragged breath. A slow, dreamy smile spread across her face. "A baby," she breathed, her voice soft with wonder. "Our baby. With your red hair, J, and my... well, everything else."

Judy's response was a muffled whimper, her eyes rolling back in her head as the thought seemed to send a new wave of pleasure through her.

Lara's expression hardened, her eyes darkening with a new, primal hunger. "Oh, god," she breathed, her hips beginning to move again, this time with a renewed, almost frantic energy. "Yes. I want that. I want to see you with my baby growing inside you."

Her thrusts became rougher, more punishing, each one a desperate plea. "Take it," she grunted, her voice raw with emotion. "Take my seed, J. Let me put a baby in you. Please."

The raw, desperate need in Lara's voice sent a thrill through me, and I responded in kind, my own movements becoming more relentless. I hammered into Judy's throat, my hips a blur of motion, my own release building, driven by the sight of Lara, my childhood friend, now a desperate, rutting animal, intent on breeding her girlfriend.

Judy was lost to it all, her body a vessel for our shared desire, her muffled cries of pleasure the only response she could offer. She was ours, completely, utterly, and the thought was enough to push us both to the edge.

"God, yes," Lara cried out, her body tensing as she spilled herself into Judy's willing body. "Take it all, my love. Every last drop."

At the same time, I felt my own release wash over me, my body shaking with the force of it as I poured myself down Judy's throat. She took it all, her throat working, swallowing every last drop, her own body trembling with the force of her own release.

For a long moment, we were still, the only sound our collective panting. Then, Lara collapsed onto Judy, her head resting on her chest, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm.

"Well," Judy breathed, her voice hoarse, a contented smile on her face. "That was... unexpected."

Lara looked up at her, her eyes soft with a new tenderness. "Was it okay?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper.

Judy's response was a slow, dreamy smile. "It was more than okay," she breathed. "It was perfect."

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The morning light filtering through the kitchenette window was stark and unforgiving, illuminating the scattered remnants of our magical night. I had already gathered my satchel, the components carefully packed away. The air still smelled of sex and ozone, a heady combination that served as a potent reminder of my success. I was just about to let myself out when a sound from the kitchen stopped me.

There they were. Lara, her back to me, her hips pistoning with a steady, relentless rhythm. And Judy, bent over the small kitchen table, her face pressed against the cool wood, her hands gripping the edges so tightly her knuckles were white. Both of them were still naked, their bodies gleaming with a light sheen of sweat in the morning light.

"Morning," I said, my voice casual, as if I were commenting on the weather. "Just heading out."

Lara didn't turn around, but her rhythm faltered for a moment. "Mmm, morning, Josh," she managed, her voice tight with pleasure. "Don't... ah... don't forget your payment."

Judy lifted her head, her face flushed, her eyes glassy with lust. "Bye, Josh," she panted, each word punctuated by a sharp gasp as Lara drove into her. "Thanks... for... everything."

I chuckled, leaning against the doorframe, content to watch the show for a moment. "Any time," I said. "Literally. Just give me a call."

Lara's movements became more frantic, her breathing more ragged. "I'll... ah... I'll walk you out," she offered, though her hips never stopped their punishing rhythm.

"No need," I said with a wave of my hand. "I can see you're... busy."

Judy let out a particularly loud moan, her body trembling as a wave of pleasure washed over her. "God, Lara," she gasped. "Don't stop."

"Never," Lara grunted, her hands gripping Judy's hips, her own release clearly building.

I pushed myself off the doorframe, a satisfied smile on my face. "Well, I'll leave you to it," I said. "Have fun, you two. Try not to break the table."

Lara's response was a strangled cry as she found her release, her body shaking with the force of it. Judy followed moments later, her own orgasm crashing over her in a wave of blissful moans.

I let myself out, closing the door softly behind me, the sounds of their shared pleasure fading into the background. Another happy clients, I thought with a chuckle. And a hefty deposit in my bank account. Life was good.