The girls leave

After a breakfast of coffee, juice and pastries; croissants, pain au chocolate, cinnamon whirls, you chase the girls into the shower to wash off the sweat and stains of all-night orgy. Four fucks in and your dick grows hard as you wash their nubile bodies. You’ve never had this much sexual energy before. Once every few days was the best you’d managed with Samantha. Is this the Bands? Your increased member is not the only effect, an increased desire and ability to use it are another. Interesting.

The girls are eager, but restraint is best. When you were downstairs getting breakfast ready, you turned off the statuettes in the office and the lounge. While they’re distracted with breakfast, you turn off the one in the bedroom. That dampens their eagerness for more but doesn’t extinguish it. Their eyes are no longer dominated by lust.

The girls ask to keep their new lingerie at your place, and you assign a drawer for them to store it in. It makes sense, you have plenty of drawer space you’re not using, and they are only ever going to wear the babydolls around you. Ellie would be embarrassed if her mother discovered she had sexy underwear.

Washed and fully dressed, you cuddle on the sofa for a while. But it’s surprisingly late. (You slept late and all the fun this morning took longer than you imagined.) It’s time to send them home.

As they’re gathering their things, Ellie pulls out her phone. Kelly immediately grabs her.

“Don’t switch it on yet,” she says. Ellie looks at her confused. As do you.

“You switched off your phones?”

“My dad has a habit of tracking my phone. So, I had to turn it off. Couldn’t have him see I was over here when I said I was staying at Ellie’s place. We didn’t know whether Ellie’s mother had the same app, so we decided it was best to turn off both our phones.”

“I just… I just never turned off my phone before. What if my mother wanted to contact me? What if there’s an emergency?” Ellie begins.

“Unlikely. But once we’re away from sir’s place, we’ll switch them back on. Trust me, it’s less trouble for all of us if your mother’s angry because you turned off your phone than if she discovers what we’ve really been doing.”

You hadn’t really thought about that. But yes, if their phones are being tracked, then they did the right thing turning them off.

“Yes, we have to be careful,” you tell them. “If anyone discovers what happened here last night, I’ll be sacked at the very least.”

“We will, sir,” they both agree.

“I know you will.”

At the front door, Ellie flings herself at you, wrapping herself around you, giving you a long passionate kiss that leaves both of you panting. “Thank you for the best night of my life.” There’s pure truth in her brown eyes.

“Thank you for the best night of my life.” And you realise you mean it. That was the best night of your life. You’ve never felt better. You’ve never felt so enlivened. You want to repeat last night. Repeating it every night would not be enough.

But Ellie’s untangling herself, and stepping back, so that Kelly can repeat the procedure. Another nubile body flung into your arms, another deep passionate kiss, that leaves both panting. “Thank you for the best night of my life.” Again, no lies in Kelly’s green eyes

“Thank you for the best night of my life.”

You open the door and see them out. You watch them as they head to Kelly’s parked car, a white Landrover Discovery Sport. You see them drive off. Then you return to the sofa and collapse.

You can barely believe what happened. Sex with one student felt unreal. Sex with two was amazing. A night with both was a revelation. Four times and you could go again. Two pussies and you want more. Two nubile nymphs that are yours to claim for eternity is not enough. The Bands of Cernunnos have turned you into a sex god. How would it feel to be a real sex god?