Round 2

“Wow, that was hot.”

Kelly’s watching you in awe. You’re still on the sofa, Ellie in her white lingerie impaled on your wilting dick, both of you panting in exertion. You turn to Kelly, gesture and she leans in to kiss you. Her lips are salty.

“Did you mean that, sir? Is Ellie now yours.”

“Yes.”

“Am I yours?”

“Do you want to be? Do you want to be Teacher’s Little Slut for the rest of your life?”

“Yes.” No hesitation.

“Then you are. You’re Teacher’s Little Slut.”

“We’ll share you, won’t we TC?”

“Yes.”

“That’s good to hear.” You kiss both girls, and then you slowly lift Ellie off your wilting cock. Kelly is quick to delve into Ellie’s ravaged pussy, licking the cum that leaks now your cock is out. Ellie wiggles at the ministrations. You look down at her and smile. “To be mine for ever, you must promise me one thing. No other man will ever be allowed to play with these.” Your hand snakes down and runs along their pussies. Both are still enflamed, still damp, Ellie’s is also sticky.

“Why would I want any other man to play with it?” Ellie asks.

Kelly laughs. “What about women. Can women play with them?”

“Of course. Women can play. Men can’t. I expect a lot of women will play. Because I intend to get a harem, and you two will be the centrepiece of it.” Where did that idea come from? You didn’t even consider it until you started speaking. Now it feels inevitable. You want Ellie and Kelly, but you want more. More of their fellow students. More of the staff. You want all the women you can get. You want to feel their pussies. You want to see them writhing as you fuck them. You want to watch Ellie and Kelly eating their pussies. It doesn’t matter how many women you claim, it’ll never be enough. And the tattoos on your arms feel comfortably warm at the thought.

The girls greet the declaration with tempered joy.

“Don’t we get a say?” Kelly finally asks.

“You’ll get a say on who joins the harem,” you state. “Not on who I fuck. And there’ll be no secrets between us. You’ll know who I fuck, and when I fuck them, and how often I fuck them. And I promise you one thing, you two will always get priority. You’ll be the heart of my harem.”

The girls squeal with excitement, calmed by kisses. Their eyes are bright with the excitement of your declaration. You’ve won them. You probably won them with the promise of fucking them for the rest of their lives.

You put on your boxers, but not your trousers. No point. Soon they’ll be off again. You return to the beers, that passion had put aside. The three of you sink into inane chatter, the pleasure of each other’s company now that lust has momentarily been quelled. Another round from the fridge; Ellie choosing a juice this time, you and Kelly more beer. You put the food in the oven. Both girls offer to help, but you deliberately chose something that was quick and easy. Half an hour later, you have a bowl of breaded chicken pieces, a bowl of chips, and a bowl of salad. Ellie’s picks at her food, but Kelly is all confidence. She lounges on the settee, on an armchair, her blond hair cascading uncontrollably over the furniture, licking her fingers, the flimsy silk of her panties seemingly incapable of covering her slit. By the time the meal is over, you’re ready for round two.

You arrange the girls kneeling on the sofa, their elbows on the backrest, their asses pushed towards you. Your hands explore their bubble butts, their thighs, their slick pussies. Is it the statuettes, or is it just their desperation, but both pussies have dampened at the immediate thought of more play.

“Have you been good girls or bad girls?” you ask them.

“Good,” is Ellie’s reply. “Bad,” is Kelly’s.

“Which one is it? You’re both in this together. Good girls get rewarded. Bad girls get punished.”

The two girls exchange looks. It’s Kelly who changes her tune. “I’ve been good, sir. We should both be rewarded. I’ve been a good Teacher’s Little Slut.”

You run a finger through Kelly’s pussy one last time. Then you pull out your cock, and slide it in. “Is this the reward you want?”

“YES.” Kelly’s howl is a scream of satisfaction, which grows louder and more celebratory the longer and harder you pump. When you feel she’s had enough you withdraw, an action accompanied by her moan.

Pulling out was hard, but there’s another pussy you need to fill. You shift behind Ellie, patiently waiting for her turn, shift her panties and slide inside. Ellie’s shriek makes Kelly’s cries pale in comparison. Ellie’s a silent girl, except when it comes to sex. Kelly’s almost laughing at Ellie’s pleasure. The only way to silence her laughter, is to slide out of Ellie and slide back into Kelly.

You swap between them. Minutes inside one, followed by minutes inside the other. Not long enough inside either to kick off an orgasm. Just long enough for them to feel it rising. Then out and into the other. Both are clinging to the back of the sofa as if it’s a bucking bronco. Both are burying their faces into the cushions, hoping that will muffle their screams of exaltation. Your thighs are burning, but you don’t care. You’ve never experienced such pleasure in sex before. Is that because you’ve never experienced such tight pussies? Is that because you’ve never experienced such young, nubile bodies? Is that because you’ve never experienced such **** desire from your lovers before, a desire enhanced by the statuettes? Is that because your manhood is so much larger than it was before, that you feel the way you fill the girls completely? Is that because you know this is wrong, but you can’t stop doing it anyway?

You push each girl further, spending longer inside each one, approaching orgasm, until your pussy roulette finally finds a winner. Kelly. Her orgasm strikes and she shimmers and shakes and sets off your own. It’s the perfect way to mark Kelly as yours.