Desire leads to a double titjob

Smuggling two clones out of here won't be much easier than smuggling four, and the dead of night will help us in case the only chance we got is to leg it home. Which is the excuse I'm choosing to justify my decision to squeeze this chance for all I got. With the biggest grin on my face, I lay down with my hard cock in hand and call the ladies over. "Would be a shame to waste this, wouldn't it be?"

Cass and Goth Alpha agree with me, quickly shuffling their cute asses towards me. They swap glances with me and with each-other, the idea being communicated across without anyone having to say a single word. I lose sight of my dick as the white mountains surround it. If I could be so charitable as to make the comparison, it was as if the Burj Khalifa suddenly had the Himalayas move in to the neighborhood.

Of course, the soft mounds over my crotch are quite significantly more pleasurable to the touch than jagged rock would ever be. And the view I had now was more impressive than the one I would get any valley filled with natural beauties, because what I got to see was two identical faces kissing each other due to the joy they got from working me up.

Yeah, maybe there were reasons why Cassandra and her identically sexy clone would want to smooch that didn't involve me. But I make the conscious decision to ignore them in their entirety.

I do my best at fighting the urge to just release it right away. My spirit is high but my body is getting depleted. Every rub of juicy flesh against my aching member drives me closer and closer to the point of no return. I had never in my whole life gotten so much action in so little time, and I feared that these ladies were getting close to draining me dry tonight. I mean, what was it now? Blown twice, and also got to do whatever I wanted to Beta's ass? A guy like me doesn't have the stamina to do all of that and keep it up for too long when two pairs of breasts are trying their damnedest to take away the the last reserves he has in the tank.

Feeling the licks of tongues on my dickhead both springs me back to life and makes me realize that the end is even closer than I thought. Cass and the Goth are treating it like they're sharing an ice cream cone, going back and forth on whose turn it is to take away just a little bit more until there's no longer anything there.

"Fuck! I'm going to cum!" I warn them, and words fail me to describe how hot it is to see them both open their mouths, eagerly awaiting to see which one is going to get rewarded for their efforts. Of course, I don't want to make that choice. Struggling hard to delay it a few seconds further, I beg them to get closer to each other.

When they do, my prediction is proven right. The cum is shot straight in the middle and the division between the amount each of them swallows is fairly equal. Which allows us to figure out if the load can be split or if it only works as a whole.

I'm getting really tired, to the point my eyes keep falling close whenever I'm not forcing them open. A dim glow slowly starts appearing over the ladies, who were still making small movements the last moment I saw them. I knew by now what I had to do, but I no longer had the strength to fight the call for me to sleep. Hopefully, I'll either awake clothed or in the apartment.