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Beth’s fingers entwine in your hair as your tongues explore each other’s mouths, now familiar territory, but familiarity does not always breed contempt. You love the feel of her lips, the urgent hunger in her touch. She pulls back from you, sliding her hand to your cheek and gazes at you with that worshipful look you are coming to treasure, “Did I do right, Sir?”

You smile at her and whisper, “Good girl.” You then marvel at the effect that those two little words have on her as she shudders, her fingers in your hair clutching into a **** grip, her eyes rolling in her head. Again the power trip of bringing a woman to orgasm, this time with words alone. You’re going to need to clean the upholstery on this couch.

You carefully extract yourself from her clutching hands and stand, looking down at your two half sisters. So alike yet so different. Submissive tendencies must run in the family. You crook your finger and Beth eagerly gets out from under Chrissy to kneel in front of you, her eyes on the obvious tent in your pants. She looks upward, locking eyes with you and whispers, “May I?”

Not trusting yourself to speak, you simply nod and she quickly has your pants around your ankles. You might be getting used to this, but you doubt you’ll ever get tired of it. You lean back against the wall and just ride the wave of bliss as Beth’s talented mouth begins to work it’s magic. You don’t let her go too far with it though, having something else in mind. You push her away and growl, “Hands and knees.”

You mount up and immediately bottom out in her, then begin thrusting with all you have, pummeling her love tunnel for all you’re worth. Three strokes is all it takes for her to begin spasming on your cock, drenching your short and curlies with her juices, but you have no intention of stopping. You rapidly piston into her, your pelvis slapping against that magnificent ass over and over again. One of you is going to have bruises.

It’s sometime around the second orgasm that Beth begins her litany of worship and self debasement. “Yes! Use this worthless bitch! I don’t deserve your cock Sir!”

You do just that, slamming into her with all the **** of a runaway freight train. Her sloppy cunt grips your manhood, pulsing around it, all the while she groans out more exhortations to use her roughly. “Fuck me! Destroy my pussy! I’m CUMMING MASTER!”

You reach forward and grab her left breast, mauling it fiercely. Your right arm snakes around her neck and pulls her back up into a kneeling position. As you continue to power into her she moans in ecstatic glee and starts cumming again, her face beginning to turn purple from lack of breathing. You finally explode inside her just as her orgasm subsides, sending her rolling into another one. Somehow Chrissy writhes on the couch, uttering a counterpoint moan in harmony with Beth.

As she comes down from the crest of her orgasm Beth collapses into a heap on the floor. You’ve succeeded in fucking one sister and eating another ****. Not bad for a night’s work. Still, it’s been one hell of a day and you’ve smacked headlong into exhaustion. Lots to do tomorrow.

You lift Beth from the floor and carry her to the bed, then return to the living room and do the same with Chrissy. You lock the door and crawl into bed with them. It’s not long before you fall asleep.

And begin to dream.