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“I think she could,” the blonde said. Thetendons in her wrist flexed, and Charlotte curled up from thelounger with a choking moan.
“What do you think, Charlotte? Do you thinkyou can take this?” I held up my fist, then spread my fingers wideso she could see the size difference.
And in her horny state, it clearly did notmatter. She wetted her lips and nodded frantically.
“I’m sorry,” I said to the blonde, “but Ididn’t catch your name.”
“Dahlia,” she said, withdrawing her handfrom Charlotte’s body to shake mine.
I laughed, both at the hilariousintroduction and the way Charlotte whined in protest. “I’d like totake over now, Dahlia,” I said, and she was already moving out ofthe way. “Would you be interested in staying involved? Take care ofme while I take care of her?”
“I’m strictly sapphic,” Dahlia said with alaugh. “Let me check with her.”
The second woman who’d been tormenting theman in the chair looked up with interest. Dahlia made her way overand whispered something in her ear.
I turned my attention back to Charlotte andstarted lubing up my hand. “You’re sure you can take this?”
“Maybe not,” she admitted. “But I’m willingto try.”
I pumped more lube into my cupped palm theninserted the tips of my fingers into her pussy, letting the liquidspill onto and into her. She was already stretched out, but I stillhad doubts. What a limit to push, though, even if it did turn outto be a limit.
The second brunette sauntered over to us. “Iheard you were in need of some assistance?”
“I want to make my princess happy.” I keptmy gaze focused on Charlotte’s gaping cunt. “And while I’m doingthat, maybe you could make me happy.”
The brunette considered with a crookedsmile. She gestured over her shoulder. “Does milking make youhappy?”
Blood surged to my already hard dick. Whatperson with a prostatedidn’tlike it? “I think that wouldmake me very, very happy.”
The thought of my cum jetting out ontoCharlotte’s cunt, spread wide around my hand, was enough to make meshudder with anticipated pleasure.
“What’s your name?” Charlotte asked her.With a glance to me, Charlotte added, “I thought it would be niceto know before she penetrates you.”
“Evie,” the woman said with a laugh. Shegestured to me and said, “Get on your knees and bend over.”
Charlotte’s eyes widened in delight. “She’sgoing to give you orders?”
“That’s fine with me.” I handed Evie thelube.
She held up her fingers. “How many?”
How many? Would getting fisted while Ifisted Charlotte freak her out?
Who was I kidding? This wasCharlotte.
“Start with two,” I suggested. “But ifyou’re cool with involving the whole gang…”
“Oh my god!” Charlotte gasped. “You’re notreally going to—”
“Seems like what’s good for the goose isgood for the gander,” Evie said with a shrug. “Resort standard safewords, yes?”
“Yes, thank you.” I kneeled betweenCharlotte’s thighs and braced myself on one elbow, leaving my righthand free to do its work. A cold splash of lube ran between my asscheeks. I focused on Charlotte, confident that Evie could handle mefine on her own.
“Don’t be rough,” Charlotte told me as threeof my fingers pressed against her opening.
“Never.” I revised my statement. “At least,never on this first time.”
I heard the lube bottle splutter, then Eviegrasped my cock firmly. “Here we go, baby.” Her fingers pushedagainst my hole without any hesitation and slid deep. Thisabsolutely was not her first…goose rodeo? I couldn’t make hermetaphor work in my brain when she hooked her fingers down andfound my prostate like she had a map to it.