Beth?

“Y’know, I asked Beth for anal earlier, but we never got the chance,” you say, looking down to where Ava is wrapped around you.

“Well, why don’t we go get you what you’re owed, stud,” Ava says, flashing you a grin.

“How could I disagree with a face that hot,” you say, running your hand across the side of her cheek.

“I always thought I was more cool than hot,” Ava said, rubbing your crotch, "now come on, time's a-wastin'."

Ava moved to pull you up the stairs, but you stopped her.

"How're we gonna do this?"

"What do you mean how? Walk in, show her your dick, boom," Ava replied, cocking her head to the side.

"Yeah, I'm covered, but you're not," you said, walking back to the counter to grab a cup. You began filling it up with water as you continued, "it's made sense for you to be in the kitchen and the car, but I think you being in my sister's bedroom is going to look weird."

"Fuck, yeah, ok," she said, rubbing her chin as you took a drink, "what do you suggest?"

You two stood there for a while. You refilled the water again. In the distance, you could hear the muffled sounds of your across-the-road neighbours having an argument.

"Boy, not happy chaps, huh?"

"You learn to live with it," you said, setting your glass down, "it is a pity though. They're both pretty hot."

"Both? I didn't know you swung that way stringbean," she gave you a raised eyebrow.

"Oh, what? No no no, it's a lesbian couple. I think one of them's an alcoholic. Even if not, she sure yells like one."

"Do you think your dick'd work on them?"

You looked at Ava, who was now biting her lip. The screaming continued, only stopped by what must have been glass shattering.

"Hadn't even crossed my mind," you said. They were both hot, almost seemed like a prerequisite for this street, but you'd never fantasised about them. It was either women your own age, or your mum, who popped up in late night experimentation. You shook your head, "either way, I dunno if I trust the magic enough to break up an argument."

"But fuck, that'd be hot right? That you're such a stud you can get them to stop fighting with your cock alone?"

You felt the one in question stir, answering for you.

"You're gonna get us both killed," you said with a smile.

"And what a way to go that would be," she replied, grinning to match.

The smoothness was fading. You don't know what it was about Ava, or these powers, but they certainly made you feel like you could do anything. But as you made your way past the dozens of lawn gnomes and underneath the leaves of their tree, you started to realise what you were about to do.

The arguments that had kept you up some nights. The way your mum had gone over, and had said just the wrong thing to start another argument. The way they had tried to make up for it with cookies, only to have another argument that same night.

Being this close, you could make out the individual voices. Pam and Melissa. Even in their screaming matches, you knew that Pam still called her "Mel-mel".

While your gut was sinking into your shoes, Ava was clinging to you like a monkey. Bouncing up and down, looking for all the world like she might explode with excitement.

You took a deep breath, and looked at the door. Red, like strawberries. The knocker was in the shape of a fat bird, and the doormat had a peacock saying "welcome beauties!"

You reached a hand forward, and slammed the knocker.

In an instant, the yelling stopped. You heard something muffled, and then the sound of footsteps on a wooden floor. The door creaked open, revealing the soft amber eyes of Melissa.

"Oh my god I'm so sorry," Melissa said, before pulling the door a bit wider.

"Who is it?" Pam's voice boomed down the hallway.

"It's- I'm so sorry, what was your name again sugar?"

"David and I just-" you tried to say.

"It's that David boy from across the road! And your shouting must've woken him up!" Melissa yelled back down the hall.

"My yelling!?!" You heard the roar of Pam, getting closer now.

Peeking past Melissa, you could see into their hall. Much like the outside, the inside was also bird themed. They'd painted a multicoloured tree onto the wooden floor, with all different types of birds etched into the leaves. On one side of the hall, you could see the stairs leading to the upper end of the house. On the other, the hall continued deeper in, lined with photos and door frames to other rooms. It was out of one of these that Pam appeared.

You hadn't seen either of them in a while, but you were immediately reminded why you'd thought of coming here. Pam looked like she could replace Gal Gadot seamlessly. A sleek jaw, piercing eyes, raven black hair, and skin like the finest silk you could imagine. But the biggest reason she could replace her was her size. She was two inches taller than you, and built like she-hulk. Her biceps alone looked like precision machines, what with the way they moved in her arms. At present, she was wearing a simple black top that clung to her body like latex. Her hair was messy and frazzled, put up in a bun that was not doing its job.

One might wonder how Melissa had managed to land a supermodel crossed with a powerlifter, had they not seen Melissa. Her skin was so dark she might not be visible with the lights off. It was like looking at the void, and touching it was like realising the void is made of marshmallow. Although around average height, her ass and breasts made her presence known in any room. Her hair was curly and thick, and you couldn't tell if she had a natural afro or if that was something she ruthlessly maintained. What little you knew of her suggested it might be both. Her eyes were like darkened honey, peering up at you, and you knew that her smile felt for all the world like a floodlight made of jellybeans.

She was wearing what looked like pajamas, as they were soft, baggy, and the colour of mint ice cream. True to form, this was also covered in birds, with several mocking jays floating around her torso.

"Yes, your yelling," Melissa replied, putting a hand on her hips.

"Oh, sure, I'm the one at fault. Claaaaassic," Pam replied, stomping down the hallway towards you, "as if those boobs of yours aren't hiding the biggest pair of lungs anyone's ever seen."

"Oh is that why you suck on them so much huh? Looking to refill all that hot air?"

You felt Ava vibrating against your shoulder as the argument raged on.

"This is amazing!" Ava whispered into your ear, "when you said they were hot…"

You turned back to look at the two women, their door now thrown open to reveal them both.

"And what, did little Reggie up and fly away?"

"He's a bird Mel-mel! That's their whole fuckin' deal!"

"Don't play dumb with me, I left that cage locked up! He didn't grow thumbs last I checked!"

"Well instead of checking for fingers on a bird, you should've checked that lock!"

"Sorry ladies, if I could have your eyes for a moment."

Before you could move or react, Ava crouched down, yanking down your pants and underwear in one swoop.

True to her prediction, the argument stopped. Both women turned to look at the now half naked man on their front step, and the young woman who'd put him in that position. Despite the prolonged, awkward silence, you couldn't help but stare at their bodies.

Your cock twitched and began to harden, and you saw both women's eyes follow its bounce. You looked down at Ava, who poked her tongue out through her grin.

"Now that. That is a sausage," Melissa said, a bit of drool rolling onto her dark lips.

"Oh don't you start," Pam said, flicking her hand at her wife, without taking her eyes off your cock, "the stove was acting up. It's not my fault they got burned."

"Well, if it's, uh, burnt sausages… I might have something tastier," you said, **** down your stammer.

"I'll bet you do," Pam replied, before nodding, "why don't you two come in. We ought to apologise for our noise."

In a flash, you and Ava were sitting in their dining room. The floor was wooden here too, as were the various cabinets and compartments. The deep brown was soothing under the orange bulbs above. The coffee machine whirred to life before you'd even said anything. All the while, your cock remained out, though now hidden under the oak table in front of you.

"How do you take your coffee?" Pam asked, gazing over at the two of you.

You looked at the others. Melissa had taken up the seat to your right, while Ava had swooped around to the other side of the table. No doubt to enjoy the view.

"A sugar for me," Ava said, not taking her eyes off yours.

"You know what I like," Melissa said, but you weren't sure who she was directing it to.

"I'll, uh, have some milk in mine," you stumbled out. Wait, why were they making coffee? It's nearly the middle of the night, why would-

And then you felt a hand on yours.

"So, how does this normally start?"

God those eyes. They really did make you feel both loved and like you needed to paint her face in cum. Melissa moved a bit closer in her chair.

"I, hmm, fuck, what do you mean?" You asked, looking from her to Ava as if pleading for some help. Ava just grinned, her hand trying not to move too much under the table and give herself away.

"Well sugar, I've never really had a man in my bed before," she said, throwing her eyebrows up a bit, "With how many of them like to cop a feel, I thought for sure you'd be jumping on us by now."

"Ah, well, I'm sorry your experiences have… have been… less than… fuck, pleasant," you said, gazing down for a moment at the swell of her pajama top, before snapping your eyes back to her face. Which didn't help your nerves, "you can… you could, rather. You could get on your knees, and uh, suck it. If you like. Or I could fuck you, y'know, in the pussy? Or the ass? Would you want that? I know it's a bit much, but maybe you've tried it with a strap on before and that could be fun and I'm gonna stop talking now."

Pam and Melissa looked between each other.