You're not finished yet.

You've had a lot of fun -- Amanda's glistening naked form is quite indicative of that -- but you're not done yet. Now that Meghan is here, there's much more fun to be had.

"Oh it might be a while," you say with a grin. "You still haven't gotten me off yet." Amanda smiles, and turns to Meghan.

"Sorry Meg, looks like I've got some work to do." Amanda puts her arm on yours, apparently eager to resume your fun. Meghan doesn't seem to mind. You look her over for a moment; she looks awfully beautiful... You know what you want, and the best part is, you can have it with a simple request.

"Hey Meghan," you start. Her brown eyes are adorable. "I think Amanda and I might feel better if you stayed to help me out. After all, it would be a lot of fun for me if you did." There's a brief pause, and Meghan breaks into a smile.

"Of course! What a good idea. Now that I think about it, I guess I would feel pretty bad coming over and interrupting you without at least helping get you off." Meghan takes off her jacket and steps forwards. "What do you need me to do?" You're excited -- two hot girls, entirely under your command. A literal dream come true.

"Follow me," you command, and lead them both to the living area. You sit back down on the couch, and decide another show is in order. "Meghan, Amanda here just finished putting on a show for me before you got here. I think it would be unfair if you didn't have to show off a bit for me." Meghan nods, still smiling. Amanda stands next to her, looking at you, then back to Meghan. "Amanda, why don't you take Meghan's clothes off for her?"

"Of course," she says, reaching for Meghan's shirt. "Anything to help you John. You've been so kind to us after all." Amanda grabs the base of Meghan's shirt, and the two of them raise it off of Meghan's body. Her sizable breasts are held against her chest by a lacy black bra; clearly Meghan took pride in her dress even when being casual. It accented her skin tone well. Additionally, a shining belly button piercing hung from her navel. The sunlight played with the jewels inlaid in it, drawing your eyes up and down her body in anticipation.

"Thanks Amanda," Meghan says as she turns slightly to give Amanda a better angle on her bra clasp.
"John, how do I look?" Truthfully you're not sure you can answer with any cohesion. Your mind is storm of pure desire, and the two women in front of you are driving your need to a frenzy. You manage to stammer a response, in spite of yourself.

"You look s-stunning." Your cock strains again against the fabric of your pajama pants, and absentmindedly, you take them back off. You doubt you'll be needing them for a while. Amanda unclasps Meghan's bra, and it falls to the floor. Meghan turns back towards you, raising her hands and pushing her breasts up a little for you to look at. The sight has you stroking yourself just to try to cut the tension that grips you.

"Do you like them?" she asks earnestly, as Amanda walks around behind her and replaces Meghan's supporting hands with her own. Amanda and Meghan look at you with looks of genuine interest.

"Of course they are," you say. "They're fucking great. But don't stop; I want Meghan naked." Amanda smiles, and Meghan blushes a little. She looks like she truly wants to please you, but this open lewdness is still new to her. While it appears Amanda found no issues with her new role, and seemed to be embracing it fully, it looks as if Meghan is having a bit of a harder time with it. You could order her to feel more comfortable, and she would comply of course, but the shyness is sexy. You leave her be.

Amanda cups Meghan's breasts from behind, kneading them in her hands. Meghan tilts her head back slightly, closing her eyes, and turns to Amanda's face. The two look at each other for a moment, and then lean in and kiss. You can't believe what you're seeing, and you stroke a little faster in response. Their tongues explore each other's mouths, sliding over each other and around each other inside one another's eager bodies. Amanda breaks the kiss, (which elicits a disappointed moan from Meghan at the loss of sensation,) and starts to undo the button and zipper on Meghan's jeans. She slides them down, over Meghan's wide hips and tight ass, and onto the floor. Meghan kicks them off with her shoes, now wearing only plain white socks and some lacy black panties that compliment her (now absent) bra. The lace is a swirling black pattern, and leaves just enough to the imagination. You ache to know what's beneath them.

Amanda twists up, bring a mouth to Meghan's left breast. She sucks with vigor, nibbling at Meghan's hard brown nipple as she does so. Meghan moans, a breathy cry for more, as she gropes eyes closed for Amanda's breasts. Her hand connects, and she begins to play with one. Amanda switches to the other breast, shoving her hand in Meghan's panties as she does so. You can take it no more -- you need to cum in or on one or both of these girls, and soon. You let the two play with each other only a moment more, and then give your command.