Sanctified 2.2

We drift off that way, the three of us pressed together for warmth in the midst of nature's fury. The storm roils outside and we listen to the chalet creak and shift in the wind.

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Chapter II: The Swiss Chalet

Section II: In Which a Wayward Traveler Finds Her Way

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I build a fire in the large fireplace that dominates the room. The chalet is really just one room, more of an oversized studio apartment done in Swiss Alpine chic than anything else. There is a WC at the back, a kitchenette to one side and a table to eat at. The wall opposite the kitchen has two sofas and a flatscreen TV, and the bed is in the middle of the room surrounded by large bearskin rugs. There are fur rugs everywhere, in fact, helping to give the room a softer feel since it is otherwise paneled in wood. The fireplace is near the sofas, and it has a huge mantelpiece over the large space it makes.

The brochures said that if power is lost, there are generators, but that the fireplace was designed to adequately heat the chalet and the wood supply laid up underneath, accessible by a hatch and a drop-down ladder in the event of heavy snow, can keep the fire burning for weeks. We don't intend to test that theory, but the romance of birch logs popping and crackling in the hearth is delightful. Charlotte and I cook a meal together, shoulder to shoulder, as the storm intensifies outside.

As we clean up, there's a sudden thumping rustle at the door. We look at each other, a bit alarmed. We haven't been wearing clothes very much during our time at the chalet, so I have to grab a pair of boxers as a very weak knocking begins and Charlotte shrugs on one of the robes from the bathroom.

Ready for anything, I unbolt the large, showy wooden door and find a figure clad in a thick navy blue parka, hood cinched tight around ski goggles and a balaclava, revealing almost no features except some frost-heavy brown locks of hair flying out and around in the wind. The very cold wind nips at my skin immediately and swirls snow into the chalet. The figure, seemingly a woman, is inaudible but waves and I gesture to invite her inside. Charlotte is there pushing the door closed as the stranger enters and stamps her booted feet on the rug.

We step back and the newcomer loosens her hood and pushes up the ski goggles to reveal very pretty brown eyes, then pulls her face mask down to reveal a sensual mouth with pink lips that smile a bit shyly. She seems very familiar to me, but in all the winter garb I can't place it.

"So sorry to pop in like this," she says in a distinctive English accent. "I seem to have lost my way and the storm..." she gestures out the large windows.

"Of course," Charlotte says. "My gosh, I can't believe you made it!"

"Yes," says the woman. "I hadn't any idea how bad it would get and I'm afraid I've no chance of finding my chalet now. Terribly sorry to intrude," she says again.

"No problem. Let's get you out of those things before they get damp," Charlotte says, and steps forward to help. They struggle with some frost-coated zippers and frozen velcro, but are able to eventually unbind the woman's gloves from her jacket sleeves and things go a bit quicker.

For my part I grab a pair of jeans from the bedside and pull them up. I gather the wet articles of outer clothing being dropped on the floor and take them over to the fireplace to hang them, where the thoughtful and practical Swiss keepers of the resort have installed hooks and racks for precisely this purpose. I turn to walk back and find Charlotte standing next to a rather short woman, a shade under five and a half feet tall, wearing a damp sweater and slacks. She has long brown hair, somewhat messy from her adventure outdoors, large, wide-set brown eyes, wide hips and an absolutely enormous pair of boobs under her tight-fitting sweater--boobs I am quite familiar with. She shoots me another shy smile and puts her hair behind her left ear, shivering and clutching her sides.

"Oh, you're wet through," says Charlotte. "You must be freezing. Let's get these things off too. Jackson, will you go start a bath, please? What's your name?"

But I already know it. As I head to the bathroom I mouth her name as she speaks it aloud.

"I'm Lucy," she says. "I am absolutely mortified to be coming in like this and ruining what is clearly a lovely romantic getaway."

"Don't worry about that," says Charlotte. "We're not gonna let you freeze to death just so we can bang for the twentieth time this week!"

I hear Lucy laugh with what is either slight discomfort or relief as I turn on the taps. I take a moment to compose myself. If there's a woman I've masturbated to second most after Charlotte, it's Lucy, and now she's here. About to take a bath in the room next to me and the love of my life, who happens to have such an open attitude about sex that I'd almost believe--

"Jackson?" Charlotte calls.

"Yeah," I reply, stepping out of the bathroom. Charlotte happens to be standing such that she mostly blocks my view of Lucy, but I see Lucy pulling her sweater over her head.

"Can you bring Lucy a robe, please?"

"Yep," I say, and grab one off the back of the door.

I pad out in my bare feet, and see Lucy standing in an ivory bra handing her sweater to Charlotte. I try to appear natural, trying to look without ogling whilst not appearing not to stare. It's too much for my brain in the sight of such magnificent cleavage. Her bra is not lacy lingerie, it's an industrial-strength underwire beast, which it would need to be in order to support Lucy's 32GG bust. Charlotte's breasts are 32F, absolutely enormous, but on a frame fully seven inches taller they are more proportional.

I hand Lucy the robe and, shivering, she takes it with thanks. I don't know if it's a more European attitude towards nudity, if she's accustomed to taking her top off due to her modeling career, or if she's just freezing, but she doesn't blanch at standing in front of me in only her underwear. She's clearly been chilled, and her hair now looks less like a shampoo commercial with snow crystals and more just wet and uncomfortable. She puts on the robe and Charlotte walks her to the bathroom.

"Get warmed up," she says. "Hang your underwear up so we can dry it by the fire, too." She closes the door and turns to me.

"Well," I say.

"Holy shit," she whispers. "Did you see her tits? I think they're bigger than mine!"

I hesitate for a moment, uncertain as to how to reply. "Yep," I say with a self-deprecating smirk. "It might be more accurate to say I recognized them."

"Shut. Up," says Charlotte, eyes lighting up. "You know her?"

"Yes. Well, I've never met her, but... I know her... body," I say, blushing.

"She's a model?"

"A glamour model, which in the UK means--"

"Tits and ass," Charlotte finishes. "How well do you... know her?"

My face gets redder but I raise my chin defiantly. "If you were number one, then she's probably number two or three." I grin as she claps her hands, but then my face falls as a mischievous light comes into her eyes.

"Wait," I say.

"Oh, Jackson," she says, walking up to me. "Oh, my sweet, sweet boy." She puts a hand on my chest and slides the other down my pants. "Here I thought we were getting interrupted. Now I see we're just getting started."

"What is going through that devious mind of yours?" I ask cautiously. She's told me about some of her fantasies, and I know firsthand how dedicated she is to making mine come true.

"Hmmm," she says, turning around and walking to the windows. "Snowed in... two big-breasted models... one well-hung stud... hmmm...."

"I don't know if I'm..." I pause. "I really love you," I say. "I couldn't..."

She turns to me and cocks her head. "There's nothing that could happen in this chalet between consenting adults that would change our love," she says.

"Your cock might point you to any big pair of boobs, but I know your heart is mine." She closes the gap between us and rises up to kiss me. "You may underestimate just how much I want to meet all of your needs and desires. If you really aren't comfortable with the idea of a ménage-à-trois, then okay. But if it makes your dick hard," she slides her hand into my pants again and chuckles devilishly. "I thought so."

I look into her eyes. "You are what I'm concerned with. I would never do anything to risk what we have, what we can be."

She beams radiantly. "I believe you. And rest assured, what we have is safe. Sex is just... fun, Jackson. You give what you have, I give what I have, and everyone gets what they need. There's no give-and-take. That's a misunderstanding. So if there's fun to be had, why not have it?"

I shrug. "I have no argument. Except that I have no idea how to get from here to three-way."

"Oh, that's not a problem," she says, waving a hand. "This is the modeling world. Everyone's a little hot for each other. All we need to make it natural is a catalyst."

As she says this, the lights flicker and go out. A few seconds later the generator goes on, and then cuts out.

She snaps her fingers, now illuminated by the firelight streaming from the mantel.

"Boom," she says, grinning up at me.

We hear the water shut off in the bathroom and Charlotte traipses over to the door, doing little ballet tip-toes as she goes, making me giggle.

"Lucy," she calls, tapping on the door. "Everything okay?"

"Yes, but the power's gone out," the voice from inside calls. "Tub is only half full."

"Ah," says Charlotte. "Are you warming up?"

"Yes, feeling much better already, thank you. Pity about the water though. No-go on the generator?"

Charlotte looks at me. "With this cold snap, my guess is the diesel has gelled. We could waste a lot of time trying to figure it out, or just burn wood until the staff come to check on us when the weather clears."

"Better come sit by the fire when you're done," says Charlotte, turning to beam at me. "We'll keep the place warm."

She beckons me over and we reposition a couch to face the flames more directly and sit down next to one another with a large faux-fur blanket across us. Almost immediately her hand finds its way to my crotch.

"Thinking about bedding two busty beauties, are we?" she asks, caressing my cock through my pants.

"I am now," I say. "You sure you're good with that? Me... wanting that?"

"If we stayed here forever, just the two of us, what would you do?" she asks seriously.

"Die a happy man."

"Exactly. So, if you have all the food you need, and then someone offers you dessert... take the dessert! Why not?"

"Okay," I say. "I'll stop bringing it up. I just--"

"--want to be sure," she finishes.

I laugh.

"I saw her in her underwear. If you didn't want to bang both of us, I would be much more concerned," she says, turning towards the fire and idly rubbing my dick.

"You're a miracle," I murmur, and she flashes me a winning smile.

"Leave it to me," she says. "By sunup tomorrow, you'll have nutted in her someplace. Probably twice."

I am speechless, so I laugh.

We cuddle there on the couch for a few minutes, enjoying the warm firelight and feeling the cold begin to creep in from the windows and walls. There is zero visibility outside beyond the first foot or two of air, the snow is swirling so thickly. It's no wonder the power is gone, and there appear to be several feet of fresh snow outside. Exciting for the people actually here for winter sports, no doubt, but irrelevant to us. We have food and water to last us the week, and I brought up enough firewood last night to see us through the day. What light there was has faded from outside and the clock tells me it's nearly ten PM.

The bathroom door opens and Lucy comes out wearing the robe from before. We turn and smile at her as she walks over to the couch.

"Feeling better?" I ask.

"Much, thanks," she asks. "My snowmobile went off the trail and sunk in not far from here. I'm lucky I could see your lights because my chalet wasn't visible."

Charlotte pats the couch next to her. "Don't be shy," she says. "We're in this together, now. They won't be sending anyone after us in this weather."

Lucy sits down on the couch and Charlotte throws the blanket over her legs.

"Thank you," Lucy says. "I must admit I'm glad it's Americans I've fallen in with."

"Oh yeah?" I ask. "Why is that?"

"Less... pomp," she says. "You just welcome me in."

"Of course," says Charlotte. "Any port in a storm. I'd want the same in your position."

"She's right though," I say. "Can you imagine if it had been a German couple? They'd have her sequestered on the other couch and be calculating how much she owed them for a one-third share of the night's rent."

The ladies both laugh at this. We aren't quite peers, there's an age difference across all three of us--but it's a comfortable laugh and establishes a rapport.

"Jackson tells me you're a model, too?" Charlotte asks

Lucy looks at her, and then me. "Oh!" she says. "Yes! I'm... well, I'm not trying to be modest but I'm not usually known by Americans."

"Well, you are known by this one," she says, elbowing me.

Lucy cocks an eyebrow at me with a little knowing smile, then asks, "Jackson, eh? And Charlotte... you both seem familiar to me, too." She names a book, pointing at me, and an ad campaign and magazine cover, pointing to Charlotte. We nod and smile.

Lucy nods. "Thought so. Here on holiday?"

"You got it," I say.

"Me as well," Lucy says, stretching her arms over her head. Her chest swells out and her robe opens a couple of inches. When she puts her arms down she doesn't fix it. I can see a couple inches of cleavage now, as well as the swell of her left breast disappearing into shadow beneath the robe.

Charlotte's hand creeps over to my thigh under the blanket. I can almost hear her saying, "I told you so," in my mind.

"It's good to get away," says Charlotte. "We've been dating for a few weeks but we don't live in the same state, so it's been hard to see each other."

"Ugh, dating while you're working is the worst," says Lucy. "That's why I can never keep a steady thing going."

"It's... hard," says Charlotte, her fingers slowly closing over my shaft. "We're trying to make it work."

"It's worth it," I offer, my eyes drawn magnetically to Lucy's cleavage. She catches me looking and surreptitiously pulls her robe ever so slightly wider. I lick my lips and her tiny smirk from earlier reemerges.

We all gaze at the fire for awhile, thinking our own thoughts.

"Getting colder, isn't it?" asks Lucy, disappointingly pulling her robe snug again.

"Yeah," I say. "Probably gonna have to pull the bed close to the fire tonight. I'll keep it burning for us."

"Thanks baby," says Charlotte, squeezing my dick. "Unfortunately there's only one bed and no extra blankets to speak of."

This comment hangs in the air for a moment.

"I don't mean to be too forward," says Lucy. "They say the best way to maintain body heat is skin to skin contact. In a survival situation like this...."

"We'll have to use what we've got," Charlotte finishes. Her tone is thoughtful but I know inside, she's pure glee.

"No hanky panky, of course," says Lucy. "I'm not suggesting a sex party. Only touching allowed is that what keeps us warm."

"Of course," I say.

"Only natural," says Charlotte.

"Right," says Lucy, standing. "I'm getting cold again. I suppose I never properly recovered from my chill. Do you both mind overmuch if we turn in early?"

Charlotte pushes the blanket off our lap and takes her hand off my dick just a second too late, being sure to let Lucy get a glimpse. I see Lucy notice but she makes no comment.

We rise and the three of us move furniture to get the bed close to the fire. I build the blaze up as high as I dare and get it roaring before we settle in.

I turn to the ladies and motion to the bed. "Ladies," I say. "Your accommodations await."

There is a pause and Lucy shrugs and drops her robe. Her body is absolutely magnificent for the three seconds I see it. A flat stomach and wide hips lead down to an enticing view of her shaved pussy, but they can't distract from her astounding breasts. She smiles demurely, puts both hands out to the sides with palms up, and hops into the bed. Her incredibly shaped tits, so round they look like they were drawn with a compass and a protractor and made real, bounce as she does so. Charlotte drops her robe as well, and I pull down my pants and underwear. My cock is still at half mast and looks quite large flopping around as I crawl beneath the sheets and comforter with the bear blanket on top. Charlotte follows me in and snuggles up to me. Lucy lays away from me but with her back pressing against my left side from shoulder to hip.

"Thanks again for letting me stay the night," she murmurs.

"Happy to," I say weakly. I am sandwiched between two of the three most sexually appealing women on the planet, and my cock is hard as a rock.

With all the blankets pressing down, it has a lot of pressure on it, so there's no tent. Not that Lucy is looking and not that she would probably care. You don't pose topless for men's magazines for a decade and not know what effect you have on a dick.

Charlotte puts her head on my shoulder and I wrap my arm around her. Her leg goes up onto my thigh and then keeps going until it's pinning my cock up and against my belly. It's uncomfortable for a few seconds and I'm about to tell her to move when I realize the purpose. My erection is slowly deflating.

"Oh thank fuck," I whisper almost soundlessly into her ear and I feel her body shake with silent laughter. Things did not progress nearly far enough before the cold set in for a wild erection to enter the scene and we both know it.

We drift off that way, the three of us pressed together for warmth in the midst of nature's fury. The storm roils outside and we listen to the chalet creak and shift in the wind. I think of the futility of man, building in inhospitable places, and how nature always wins out in the end. Then I am asleep.

***

I awake with a gasp. I'm wide awake instantly because I had intended to doze lightly in order to tend the fire. It has yet to burn low, though logs could be added, I see. But that's not what woke me up.

On my left side, Lucy is pressed up against me now. Her left hand is on my chest, her head pillowed on my shoulder with her brown locks tumbling down my arm. My legs are spread wide and her left thigh is on top of my left leg, drawn up so that I can feel her heat. I can feel her breasts against my ribs because her nipples are hard, and I imagine I can feel her pussy against my thigh, though I can't be sure. She is breathing very slowly and regularly so I have no doubt she is asleep, driven into my arms by the cold or by comfort, I don't know. But this isn't what has woken me up, either.

What's woken me up is related to the fact that to me right, there is no Charlotte. Based on the fact that I feel lips around the base of my cock and wet warmth all the way to the tip, which feels like it's being massaged from all sides with soft, velvety warmth, I strongly suspect that I know where she is. I am also in a slight panic from the sudden awakening and the fact that I'm halfway to orgasm already. In my state of waking it seems that the top priority is not to move or make a noise to disturb Lucy; she said no hanky-panky, after all, a delightful British-ism, and I am anxious to avoid the appearance of impropriety. Like waking up in bed naked next to someone you only met an hour ago and he has a seizure and sprays cum all over the only clean sheets in a blizzard, for instance.

My desire not to move or make a sound makes it impossible to communicate any of this to Charlotte, but I can't hear a sound from her either. She's moving so slowly and quietly under there that even I can't hear her, and if it wasn't for the fact that I can very clearly feel her lips sliding up my shaft all the way to the head and then just as slowly moving back down, I wouldn't even know she was there at all. I want to stop her, or at least praise her for how good I feel, and I realize then that the best thing I can do is to relax, let go, and let her get what she wants--a belly full of hot cum, straight from the source. I breathe deeply through my nose and out through my mouth, focusing on the sensations. I hear the wind howling outside and I block that out. I feel her uvula graze the tip of my dick. I feel her swallow around my head a few times before it goes down, mostly due to the pace, I assume. I feel her lips get further and further down my shaft until her nose is touching my skin. I flex my cock as hard as I can and it feels wonderful.

I feel her slide up and as I do I think, "My girlfriend is deepthroating me silently so that I can cum while Lucy lays buck naked cuddling me in bed." I feel Lucy's hand on my chest, her fingertips resting in my chest hair. I feel her breath on my skin, the weight of her leg on mine, the reality of her tits, those perfect tits I've jacked off to more times than I care to count, pressing into my side.

"Charlotte wants me to cum in her throat so that Lucy doesn't wake up and so that we don't make a mess in bed," I think. "Charlotte is deepthroating me while a naked Lucy--" and I'm cut off in mid-thought by my own orgasm.

I intentionally relax all of my muscles so as not to move, and I hold my breath to stop myself from moaning. Charlotte was in the middle of a downstroke and shoves her head down all the way when she feels me start to cum. I can feel her swallowing like mad, trying to avoid what happened earlier during her first successful trial. I feel almost guilty for how many shots I can feel pumping into her. It's hard to know without seeing, but it feels like several blasts at full volume before there's any hint of lessening, and my heart is thudding so loud in my ears that I idly wonder if I can die of a heart attack in my thirties. I start breathing as quietly as I can, listening sharply to see if Lucy stirs. She doesn't. Charlotte has still somehow managed to stay silent, and as my orgasm does subside at last, she slides up and off my cock rather quickly. I hear some muffled breaths from my waist, and I feel her cheek resting on my thigh, one of my favorite and most endearing quirks of hers, as though she is still seeking closeness and connection even then. After a few breaths, she sets to work cleaning off my cock, quite thoroughly from what I can feel, maybe too thoroughly for how sensitive it is. Eventually she slides up and snuggles me again, holding my arm and hugging it before poking her head out to look at me.

"You've got some cum in your nose," I whisper, deathly silent.

She grins impishly and slips out of the bed. I watch her trot to the bathroom and hear her splash some water from the tub onto her face. I use the moment to slip out from under Lucy and add some logs to the fire. She stirs and rolls over again as I withdraw but doesn't awaken. I build up the fire and head to the bathroom.

"You are such a firecracker!" I whisper to Charlotte as I shut the door behind me. The heat hasn't penetrated much into this room, and it's very cold. She giggles, rising from beside the tub and putting her arms around my neck.

"I woke up and the Major was standing at attention, just looking so sad!" she whispers. "No," she says shaking her head and rocking back on her heels. "That's not it either."

"Why military?" I ask.

"Because he's in charge."

I roll my eyes. "It is so cold in here."

I do my business and we return to bed, snuggling into each other, pressing my back and ass to Lucy's. I spoon Charlotte from behind and my cock has the decency to stiffen only halfway, nestled against the crack of her ass, so that we can fall asleep.

***

I awaken briefly sometime later, fire still burning merrily, unsure of why I've woken this time. I seem to be on a hair trigger. My cock is painfully hard now, and I'm still snuggling Charlotte in the way I usually do when we're together: spooning from behind, hand over her torso, hand full of breast, cock pressed into her ass. Her shampoo smells different, which is odd. Also I'm laying on my left side and she usually sleeps on my right--that's what it dawns on me. I'm spooning Lucy. I carefully withdraw my hand from her breast, but she sleepily grabs it and puts it back. She places her right arm over mine and holds it gently.

My mind races. Does she know it's me, or in her sleep has she mistaken me for someone else? Does she have a boyfriend? She implied that she didn't, but... She grinds her ass back against my cock, which is experiencing zero quandaries, moral or logistical, with the situation. I remain in place, tense and wide awake, for a few minutes. I try to withdraw my arm again, and she resists, but I keep going. She wakes enough to open her eyes, and when she does, she pushes my arm away and pulls her hips away from my cock, which of course follows her journey.

"I said no hanky-panky," she hisses.

"Sorry," I say, "really sorry! I was asleep. It won't happen again. So sorry."

She grumbles something about men and their dicks and settles in further away from me. I use the opportunity to get up and add some logs to the fire. Charlotte doesn't stir as I climb over her. I get a drink of water from the fridge after building up the fire, and as I slip back into bed, Lucy gravitates closer to me once more. The fire is doing a good job, but the air does feel cool at the head of the bed. I am careful to lay on my back and avoid any sexual contact. I am awake for awhile, but eventually I drift off this way, on my back with Lucy on my left and Charlotte on my right, wondering how my luck has ever gotten this good.

***

I awaken for the third time as someone very sloppily takes my dick into her mouth. I feel Charlotte on my right, which can only mean...

I lift the covers and look down into the gloom.

"Hello," Lucy whispers. "Look, I felt dreadful for treating you so rudely before. You took me in and after all, you were only sleeping, so... I thought I'd make it up to you."

So saying, she slurps my cock up again, not troubling too much about the noise. My hips writhe on the bed and I drop the covers back into place. I may not know much about life, but when a supermodel takes your dick into her mouth and offers to make right on a perceived offense--a supermodel your supermodel girlfriend has already as much as told you to have sex with, no less--you don't fight it. There are enough things to fight in this world.

I relax myself again and let myself get carried away. It would be better if I could watch her do it, but just knowing that it's Lucy slobbering all over my cock is enough to really heighten the experience. She's quite a talented cocksucker, and she's definitely got a particular style. Her tongue seems to be exceptionally long based on what I'm feeling, because it almost feels like she's wrapping it halfway around my cock. She starts to lick my balls and I gasp. Her tongue is everywhere, and it seems like there's nowhere she can't reach at any moment. Charlotte stirs and rolls over to face me. Lucy doesn't notice or doesn't care, and carries on licking my nutsack and rolling my balls on her tongue.

Charlotte is looking at me and smirking. "I told you," she whispers in my ear. Then she licks my earlobe, making me shudder. Then she nibbles it lightly. Then she licks it again.

Under the covers, Lucy goes back to sucking my cock itself, bobbing her head wildly and applying immense suction. It's a different feeling than I've ever had, but then, I've never had my dick sucked by an Englishwoman before.

It's good, but Charlotte continues to make it better by her ear play. She starts to whisper and talk dirty to me.

"Is she sucking your cock good, Tiger?" she whispers. "Is Lucy sucking your big, fat dick?"

I feel myself take a big leap down the one-way path to orgasm.

"Just think of how many times you busted a nut looking at her titties," says Charlotte. "Now you're gonna see them bounce around while you fuck her later today!"

I buck my hips into Lucy's face under the blankets and hear her gag. I whimper softly.

"Oh, fuck, baby," whispers Charlotte. "Are you gonna cum for Lucy? Are you gonna blow a big load in her mouth? Are you gonna fill her up with your hot, sticky, delicious cream?"

I am perilously close now and I reach an arm down, planning to tap Lucy on the head to warn her.

"Don't you fucking dare warn her," hisses Charlotte. "My man cums when he wants and he doesn't say shit to anyone about it. You fill her up with cum like a good boy and you don't say a word about it." Her fierceness subsides. "Cum for me. Cum hard. Show her what you can do. Blow her mind with it, but don't you dare tell her about it!"

I feel the cum boiling up from my balls and I buck my hips high. My cock slips down her throat slightly and I feel her cough as the first jet of cum blasts back into her throat. The second follows and I feel her clamp down on my cockhead, drawing it back onto her tongue and milking my shaft with one hand. I hear gagging, choking sounds as she struggles with my load and Charlotte keeps whispering in my ear.

"Fuck yeah," she says. "Now she knows how virile you are. Now that little slut knows who she's been sucking off. Fuck yeah. Listen to her struggling to handle your manhood."

"Goddam," I whisper.

Lucy leaves me in her mouth as my hips jerk and my legs twitch, doing an admirable job of draining me.

Charlotte continues to whisper in my ear. "I'm so proud of you," she coos. "What a good boy, filling up her slutty mouth like that. You taught her who we are, didn't you? She'll always remember this night. Good boy."

As I begin to relax again, mind spinning but body winding down, Lucy pulls off of my cock at last and slips out from under the blankets. She's holding a hand under her chin and she trots, almost running, to the bathroom where I hear her spit into the sink.

Charlotte snorts. Then she slides down under the covers and I feel her mouth on my cockhead, suckling in the gentle way she often does after I cum. She slips back up before Lucy returns. "She missed some," says Charlotte, nuzzling up to me and sighing contentedly.

Lucy returns and slips into the bed beside me, this time snuggling up facing me with full body contact.

"That was fucking great," I whisper to her. "Thank you."

She acknowledges my thanks with a little squeeze to my pecker under the covers, but otherwise doesn't speak. Once my heart rate calms, and sandwiched between two of the sexiest women on earth, I fall asleep.