Fay and Morgan grant you a FAVOR and you're ready to HAVE SEX again.

You look from each face to the other. Morgan's eyes gleam with desire. Fay's full lips are parted. You see her nostrils flare as she breathes quickly in and out. Your pulse beats with desire.

"Lie down," Fay says.

"No, let me go first," You fall to your knees between Fay and Morgan, upon the rug by their bed. You kiss Fay upon the soft swell of her bare mound. The scent of her sex makes your nose tingle. Her skin is soft under your lips. You feel the heat of her flushed skin, warm on your cheeks.

"I thought you were a virgin," Fay rasps out. You kiss lower, and she moans. "Lolo. Yes."

Morgan laughs. "An eager virgin," she says. "Have you been waiting a long time?"

"Mm, mm, mm," you say.

"I'll take that as yes," Morgan says. She reaches down and strokes your hair as you kneel between them.

"Ah-oo!" Fay says as your tongue dips lower. "Oh."

Fay's juice is sharp on your tongue, and salty. "Mmm, mm-mm!" you moan.

"Little bitch is a natu---oh!" Fay cries out as your tongue strokes deeper. Her thick folds part. The swollen nub, the keystone of her prominent arch of inner labia, twitches under your tongue.

Morgan cackles. "Who are you calling little, Fay?" she says, "And I know someone in House Leontes who will be jealous we met you first."

It's an awkward angle for your tongue, but you persevere.

"Oh, ha-ha!" Fay says. "Yes, Lolo, yes."

Morgan says, "You're just going to tease her that way, Golondrina. Sit her down and let her open her legs."

"No, she's got me, she's got me," Fay says, panting. "Oh, Lolo, put your finger in my bum!"

Morgan says, "Spill all our secrets right off, Fay?" Morgan steps aside and fetches a little dish. "Here, Golondrina, your hand."

Morgan takes your hand and anoints the first two fingertips with a smooth, slippery grease. You hold up your other hand and wiggle the same fingers.

"Why? Oh, all right," Morgan says. She repeats the operation.

You wrap a hand round Fay's buttock, round and soft and smooth under your palm. Her knees tremble with anticipation.

Morgan laughs. "We're corrupting you already," she says. "House Leontes is all squicky about bum stuff. But our House Master, that's practically all he does. Ahem. Or so I'm told."

Your finger finds Fay's springy little back door. It pulses and opens at your touch, pressing out at you, and you slip right in. Hot, tight, and alive. You feel her ring grip your finger and squeeze.

"Oh, Lolo!" Fay calls out. She shuffles a foot aside and tilts her hips. The angle is better now, and you lick deeper, faster over her swollen pearl. "Lolo!" Her ring clenches your finger and relaxes.

"You little devil," Morgan says. "You are a natural." She runs her fingers through your hair again. "What luck meeting on the ferry."

Holding your hand cupped round Fay's buttock and your finger inside, you turn your head toward Morgan. Morgan's own scent is high, wafting from the cleft at the bottom of her sparsely haired mound. You kiss her there. She lifts one foot and rests it on the bed, opening herself for you.

"Do you like a finger, too? Like Fay?" you ask.

"Grrr, yes," Morgan says.

You reach your other hand round Morgan's hip to her backside. Where Fay's curves are full and soft, Morgan's are flat and taut. Your slippery fingers follow Morgan's rear cleft down to her back door.

"Sss, yes," Morgan says. "Yes. Touch. Slow."

Where Fay's bumhole swallowed your finger, Morgan's pulses tensely under your fingertip. Your tongue licks up and down her parted lips.

"Rrrr, grrr," Morgan says.

"She's got you," Fay says. You wiggle your finger. "Oooh!" she says.

You hold a fingertip poised an Morgan's bumhole, moving it gently and feeling it tense and relax. Your other hand has a finger deep inside Fay, feeling the heat of her bowels. You move your mouth between Fay's prominent pink folds and Morgan's deep red, slippery inner lips. Morgan's sparse bush tickles a little. She guides you with a hand on her head, until you turn your head back to Fay. Fay sighs and moans as you return to tonguing her cleft. Then back to Morgan.

"Harder, faster with your tongue," Morgan says. Her knot pulses under your finger. "In. Now," she says. "Ohhhhhh!"

Tight on your finger, Morgan is, and just as hot. You're wearing a Minerval on each hand.

"She's got you!" Fay says. "Haha!"

Now that you have them both, you switch back and forth, reveling in the taste of their juices, their sounds -- Fay's sighs and squeaks, Morgan's growls and words of urging. The third-year girls tremble at your touch.

Finally Fay captures your head, holding you against her. "Lolo, finish me!" You concentrate your licks on her swollen pink pearl, licking hard up and down. When you start moving your finger in her bum, her hips quake and she cries out loudly. She presses your face into her cleft and holds you there as she bucks with her climax. Her ring clenches tightly on your finger, pulsing with each wave of pleasure. She staggers and releases your head, putting a hand out to Morgan to steady herself.

"Oh, oh, ohhhhh...." Fay pants. "Ooh, out, Lolo!"

You withdraw your finger from her bum. Fay collapses onto the bed.

Now you concentrate on Morgan. She guides you with her words, telling you how to move your tongue and finger until her voice starts catching.

Fay cheers you on. "Oh yes, Lolo, oh yes, you'e got her, keep going!"

Morgan growls. Her hips shiver, but her stance holds firm. Her lips press together, and she groans through her nose. She grinds herself onto your face, and finally lets go in a low howl of joy. "Ohhh, oh oh oh arrrrrhhhh!" Her ring squeezes down in little spasms on your fingers.

Morgan finally pushes you away and sits down on the bed.

Your blood thrums through your veins. Your face is smeared with Fay and Morgan's juices. You rise to your feet and stretch, feeling powerful. Feeling hot with your own desire. You look at Fay sprawled on the bed, her soft breasts splayed to each side, her face and chest flushed pink under her mussed cap of golden hair. Morgan sits at the edge, her nipples pointing out from her small breasts, her dark hair starting to go flyaway again.

"I think we owe you one, Golondrina," Morgan says.

"I agree," Fay says.

"Washstand over there," Morgan says.

You walk over to the little washstand and scrub your hands clean, rinse, scrub, and rinse again.

"My turn?" you say.

Morgan and Fay open their arms and beckon.

On a 10+, choose two: Gain a FAVOR from Fay. You're ready to HAVE SEX again.
On a 7+, apply the House Leontes Sex Move: Gain a FAVOR from Morgan.
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You have a FAVOR each from Morgan and Fay of House Minerval.