Downward dog

Logan couldn't help but make his way over to the two ladies' upraised asses. Hands reaching out to clutch at the heavenly globes. Each so perfectly opposite from the other. One thick and round with tight shorts causing the pale flesh to squish. It was like the things high stocking craze he had seen online, only booty. The other bronze and fit. His hand didn't sink in nearly as deep but the firmness set off a primal need deep in his soul. He slid down his wife's shorts to expose her glistening womanhood. Both women were starting to leak feminine juices as Logan continued groping their bottoms. After a series of slaps and pinches he decided to see how much different the inside of his two lovely ladies differed. He slowly inserted two fingers into their moist vaginas, eliciting moans from each girl. Chelsea was wetter than Kristin. But Kristin had better control over her muscles, clenching and massaging Logan's fingers in an exquisite manner. Meanwhile Chelsea's pussy was leaking it's clear enjoyment down her calf and onto the floor. Logan loved how opposite his two ladies were and how they just complimented each other. Like yin and yang. He continued to pump his fingers, determined to bring them both to orgasm. Pumping and twisting, his diligence was soon rewarded as both women climaxed. Chelsea was clenching and unclenching wildly while Kristin had a surge of wetness strike his palm. Logan smiled wildly as the two women caught their breath with hunger in their eyes.

Kristin rose to her feet and pushed Logan back towards the couch. Chelsea followed on her knees, eyes glued to the noticable bulge in his shorts. Kristin moved to kiss Logan as soon as he was seated. Her hand massaged at his groin. She smiled and moaned into his mouth when she felt Chelsea pulling the offending down to Logan's ankles. His cock was so hard it smacked his navel before either girl could grab for it. Kristin soon palmed the head of his cock. Massaging the clear precum into the sensitive skin. Chelsea had buried her face his testicles with her hands above her head and flatly against the sides of his dick. She looked to be in some perverted sort of prayer, and was indeed thanking God, as she serviced his heavy nuts. Her enhanced lips and tongue quickly bringing her more pleasure than natural from the act.

"Oh God, daddy she looks so good polishing your big balls. And all this precum," Kristin licked her hand clean, "it tastes so fucking good." She felt his cock throb as her master's hand gently pushed her head down.

"Then get a better taste bitch."

"Gladly-mmff." She replied as she took the tip of his fat dick in her mouth. It was so hot and squirting salty precum into her throat. Her pussy gushed at the blonde headed woman working so hard to keep his precum flowing.

Chelsea's face was covered in saliva. Her eyes were glassed over as she worked her mouth on her husband's testicles. The way they bounced and clenched were driving her mad with lust. She looked up to Kristin. Her brown eyes closed in rapture as she serviced his beautiful cock.

Logan groaned as he felt a wet heat drag up the underside of his dick. He finally opened his eyes and saw, over the chestnut mane currently suckling the head of his dick, his wife slowly making her way up to her partner in crime.

Kristin moved down to the outside of Logan's thigh to make room for her master's wife at the head of his wonderful cock. She worked her way down the side of his throbbing erection, practically french kissing his entire length. "It's so fucking hard daddy. I love the way it feels in my mouth." She giggled, "Not as much as Chelsea though."

Chelsea could hardly hear her and was now running her mouth up and down the opposite side of her husband's dick. Her eyes were half lidded, stuck in a continuous mouth-gasm. She still didn't understand why it felt so good to sexually please someone else with her mouth. She couldn't care any less either as her pussy created a tiny puddle under her. Instinctively moving up to the tip of Logan's recently freed cock, she noisily swallowed half of his dick. Shuddering in pleasure as his member invaded the back of her mouth.

Kristin moved her head lower to suck at the still wet testicles. "Don't worry daddy. I can totally keep your nuts warm while your wife chokes on your meat." She watched in arousal as Chelsea began deep throating the 8 inch pole above her.

Logan was groaning as the two girls switched between his dick and his balls. As he felt his orgasm approaching he grabbed both girls and guided them to both sides of his dick. Using their open mouths and wet lips like an onahole he pumped his hips as rope after rope of cum jetted out of his cock. Both girls actively trying to catch as much cum as possible. They shared a sloppy kiss while fondling each other once Logan finished dropping his load.

"Kristin, on your back. Chelsea on your knees between her legs."

Kristin gave an excited squeak while Chelsea positioned herself between the tan girls thighs. Both girls had their beautiful pussies on full display as Logan knelt behind Chelsea. Teasing her wet folds with his dick before slowly pushing in. Chelsea gasped at the sensation of her needy puss being stretched and filled so fully. She quivered in a small orgasm as her husband finally hilted himself inside her. Kristin had busied herself by burying three fingers knuckle deep in her cunt. She tried matching the tempo of her other two lovers, but his strokes were too long and powerful for her dainty fingers to emulate. Chelsea came again and put her head against the tan girls large breasts. Her lust filled eyes caught sight of a brown nipple and she latched on with a gentle bite. Having the soft flesh in her overly sensitive mouth caused her to orgasm right as she was coming off the high of her previous one. The back to back contractions of her pussy was too much for Logan and he unloaded his sperm deep into his wife. She arched her back with her mouth open in a silent moan as she felt him thicken and pulse inside her. Once he was done all the strength left her limbs and she fell onto Kristin, rolling off to the side in order to recover from her husband's masterful fucking.

"Can daddy give me that many orgasms too? I would totally love getting dicked down like she just did." Kristin rose up on her elbows. Her fit stomach showing the outline of the muscles underneath. She wanted to watch that huge cock as it buried itself inside of her. She moaned and smiled as Logan lifted one of her legs up to his shoulder for leverage. Her smile turned into an O as he spread her pussy with his dick. She didn't cum from the initial insertion but after the third pump and his meaty testicles slapping against her asshole she did. "Oh God fuck me daddy. Yes punish this fucking pussy. I love it. I love your cock. Uhhhhhhhhh!!!!" Logan pumped her harder, determined to make her brain mush and shut her up. He mauled at her chest the soft orbs swaying in tempo with the passionate fucking. "Fuck yes daddy. Play with my titties. Does daddy want to tit fuck his little slut? I'd love to be covered by your hot cum and wear it all day. If your wife doesn't lick it off first." She added with yet another smile. Logan went into overdrive. Angling his body to be able to deliver even faster and harder thrusts, he **** the vixen off her elbow and flat to her back. Her tongue lolled out of her body as two more orgasms were **** out of her. A small puddle had formed from her slick pussy being so forcefully used. "Img, sho, fu-ing, God, fuh, meh." Kristin babbled, finally unable to keep up. Logan smiled and let himself loose for the third time. Painting her insides white while watching her twitch on the floor.

He watched as the two girls embraced again in post coital bliss. He made his way to the kitchen, a swell of pride in his chest at his handywork. He saw the live in assistant busily preparing dinner and chuckled at his poorly hidden erection. "Hey Rod." Logan said to the man as he passed.

"Hello sir, what may I do for you this afternoon?"

"Go get me some more apples please. You know what they say," Logan remarked as he grabbed the last apple from the fruit bowl. "An apple a day keeps the doctor away."