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Introduction:

A young man is caught between the affections of two women.

This is an FFM love triangle romance story with minor fantasy elements. It has a plot-heavy start, multiple sex scenes, and a lewd but wholesome finish. I hope you enjoy it.

Samuel Rime inspected himself in the mirror. He had put on a grey cardigan over a simple black shirt and blue jeans. It felt too simple to wear on a first date. He wanted to make himself look nice, but the only way he really knew how was to go formal and that wouldn’t be appropriate. It was only an in-home date and he felt certain that Emily would be dressed as casually as always. This outfit would have to do. If nothing else, it was pleasantly warm thanks to the layers. The supernatural chill that permeated his body never quite went away, but the right clothing made it less uncomfortable.

It was Friday, early in the evening, and he was just finishing the preparations for his date. That alone was a cause to be nervous, but it wasn’t the only noteworthy thing happening that weekend. He had another date lined up on Saturday, the very next evening, not with Emily but with Tanya. Both girls had asked him out in rapid succession, so he had ended up scheduling them back-to-back. It felt weird to do it that way, but at least they would both get a fair shot. If the dates had been any further apart, the first girl might use that time to win him over before the second girl gets her turn.

It still felt a bit surreal, that two girls had asked him out in tandem, and two very desirable ones at that, but the reason why was no mystery. He was from a long-standing and renowned family of wizards, and these two girls had especially strong reasons to want to marry into it. It was conventional for wizards, especially men, to not engage in dating until their studies were completed. Sam had recently finished his apprenticeship and become a career wizard, making this the societally expected time to search for a wife. And frankly, he liked that prospect. Some men were quick to run away from commitment and chase the bachelor lifestyle, but he liked the idea of settling down with a wife and starting a family. As it turned out, he didn’t have to do a lot of searching, but having to choose between the two potential brides who were courting him would be its own challenge.

He put on his coat and left his unremarkable apartment. It was a nice spring evening, still light out, with cloudy but dry skies. The weather wasn’t cold by most people’s standards, but the brisk wind bolstered the chill in his bones, so he pulled out his scarf and put it on. Then he set out on the modest walk to Emily’s home. Along the way, he couldn’t help but contemplate how the next few days might unfold. If both dates went well, who would he choose to continue with? It was impossible to answer that question beforehand and that uncertainty about something so impactful made him anxious. As he turned into Emily’s street, he shook those scattered doubts out of his mind and focused his thoughts on the present. Today was Emily’s day; he would worry about Tanya tomorrow.

He entered the apartment complex and climbed the stairs to the right floor. When he reached her front door, he halted and checked his watch. Exactly on time. He had a knack for doing that, even if he wasn’t trying to. He took a deep breath and knocked on the door. A moment later he heard footsteps on the other side. Then the door opened to reveal a familiar face.

Emily Blaze was a beautiful girl, a few years younger than Sam, with long blonde hair and big green eyes. Aside from her bangs, she wore her hair tied into two buns on the side of her head by pink ribbons. An unconventional style decision, but Sam thought it was cute. She was short and slender, with full breasts, a slim waist, and gently curved hips. Today she wore a snug pink crop top that revealed a great deal of midriff and a modest hint of cleavage, along with some blue skinny jeans and ankle boots with a modest heel. The weather seemed too chilly to be showing so much skin, even for someone without Sam’s affliction, but that had never stopped Emily.

She smiled radiantly as soon as she saw him. “Hey, hey! Right on time, as always. Come on in.” She shepherded him inside and closed the door behind him. “Welcome to my shabby abode. It’s not much but it’s home.”

He looked around as he took off his coat and scarf and hung them on the coatrack. They were in a small but nicely furnished living room with a simple kitchen attached. “Seems cosy to me. You can’t expect wizards to be living in fancy towers nowadays.”

“I know, right? Imagine the mortgage on that.” She walked to the couch and leaned casually against the armrest. “So, uh, I thought of doing some kind of cutesy act to make this feel more like a date, but I’m not clever enough for that. So I guess I’ll just start with, do you want a beer?”

“Yes, please.” Beer, like all cold drinks, wasn’t his favourite, but he welcomed the chance for some alcohol to loosen his nerves.

She grabbed two bottles from the fridge, popped the caps off, and placed them both on the coffee table. Then she plopped down on one side of the couch. Sam couldn’t help but notice the appealing bounce of her breasts that accompanied her drop. “Would you mind doing your drink trick thingy? I like it really cold.”

“Of course.” As a habitual precaution, he took a quick glance at the windows to make sure no one could see them from outside. Then he sat down beside her, gently touched one finger to the side of her bottle, and concentrated for a moment on his frost spirit. Faint ice crystals formed around his finger and rapidly spread across the entire bottle as the beer inside was cooled to a near-freezing temperature. He picked up his own bottle and sat back in his seat. “There you go.”

“Thanks.” She grabbed her bottle and raised it up to him as an invitation. He clinked his bottle against hers and they both took a sip. “Delicious. I wish I could do that. It’s so practical.”

He chuckled. “If you could do it, you would no longer want it. That’s the paradox of people like us.” He had practiced this trick extensively, because making a liquid cold without freezing it takes more careful control than freezing it entirely. But he had practiced it purely for the benefit of others, since he rarely desired cold beverages himself. “Do you mind repaying me?” He raised his free hand to her, palm facing up.

“Not at all.” She lay her own hand on his and gave it a gentle squeeze. Over the next few seconds, a pleasant warmth spread from his hand, up his arm, into his chest, then through the rest of his body. Not only did he feel physically warm, but the supernatural chill deep inside of him disappeared. He took a deep breath of contentment as he enjoyed feeling normal for a change.

After a long moment, Emily withdrew her hand, but the warmth she had given him lingered. It would gradually subside over the next few minutes, eventually returning him to his natural state of coldness. Sam had learned to live with that aspect of himself, but even so he enjoyed the chance to escape from it temporarily. “Thanks. I really needed that.”

“You’re welcome. We really complement each other, don’t we?” She threw him a playful wink.

“We sure do.” She was of course hinting at more than just personal compatibility here. Their two families had wielded the spirits of fire and frost for generations. Uniting them in marriage would be an achievement of spiritual significance, a treaty between the elements. A valuable opportunity, especially for a young woman from a family that was no longer as prestigious as in ages past. “I have to ask,” he found himself saying, though he wasn’t sure if he should even as he was saying it. “Your decision to ask me out. How much of that is because of my family?”

Her smile turned into a guilty expression. “It’s part of it. There’s an expectation on girls like me to marry into a good family. I’m sure you’re familiar with that. But I swear I’m not feigning interest. I really do like you.”

Sam smiled. It was the answer he expected, but he was glad to hear it spoken. “It’s okay, I believe you.” The two of them had never been close before, but they had met many times over the years due to sharing some of the same circles and they always had good chemistry. They had first met in their early teens and he remembered finding her cute even then. In a way, they had grown up together, albeit at a distance. “I feel the same way, for the record. The family stuff is just a nice bonus.”

Emily smiled sheepishly as a blush crept up her cheeks. “I’m glad we agree.” She looked at him with half-lidded eyes for a silent moment, then pulled her gaze away as if startled and took a big drink from her beer. “Anyways, uh, guess we should get to watching?”

Sam chuckled at her awkward defusal. “Yes, I suppose we should.”

They had agreed to watch the new episode of Supernatural together, in part because they liked the irony of two mages watching a show about fictional magic. Emily pulled it up on her laptop and they got started. At first they sat side by side the way any two friends would, but over time Emily shuffled closer to him bit by bit, until she was more in the middle of the couch than on her side. It took him some time to mull it over and to let the alcohol dull his doubts, but he eventually found the courage to put his arm around her. She responded with a playful chuckle as she snuggled up against him, resting her head on his shoulder. He couldn’t help but notice how nice she smelled - clean and flowery, with the faint musky undertone of womanhood. Her closeness made his loins stir in anticipation, but he tried to ignore that and focus on the show. He didn’t want to get worked up over just a hug.

They watched like that for a while, comfortably snuggled together on the couch, making occasional remarks to each other about the happenings on the screen. At one point a jump scare made Emily yelp and pull closer against him, only for them both to chuckle about it afterwards. After the episode ended, they remained seated for a while longer, simply chatting. They talked about Emily’s ongoing studies, where she had mostly mastered control of her own magic – a necessary thing to learn early given her element – and was now delving deeper into the lore of the spirits. They talked about Sam’s job at the wizards’ archive, conserving and restoring the arcane tomes; not a glamorous job, but a necessary one, since the magic runes could never be digitized. And they talked about various other things, lost in each other’s pleasant company.

Eventually she pulled away from him to sit up in her seat and stretch out her arms and back. “Gosh, look at the time. We really got carried away.”

He used that opportunity to shift his seat, hiding his half-formed erection between his thighs. “You say that like it’s a bad thing. I’m enjoying myself.”

She chuckled. “So am I. You want to do this again next week, when the new episode comes out? Or is my presence too distracting for you?” She fluttered her eyelashes at him.

“Well, you were a little distracting, but in a good way.” He noticed her hand resting on the couch close to his, so he took the opportunity to lay his hand on top of hers.

There was a long silence as the two of them looked at each other. First her smile widened and her cheeks flushed red. His own did too, according to the warmth in his face. Then her smile changed to an expression with parted lips and big pleading eyes. Sam wasn’t very experienced with women, but he still knew what that look entailed. He shuffled a little closer to her. She shuffled a little closer to him. Then, in a silent mutual agreement, they both leaned in and kissed each other.

Her lips were soft and warm and lovely. She hummed happily as they held the kiss for a few seconds. Then, without breaking away, she slowly rose from her seat and clambered onto his lap, straddling him. By instinct, he wrapped his arms around her slender waist and she did the same to him, pulling their bodies closer together, pressing the soft swell of her breasts against his chest. She then parted her lips and gently prodded forth with the tip of her tongue. He met her tongue with his own and engaged in a slow, sensual dance, rubbing the two slick, sensitive muscles together in a warm, wet embrace.

While they kissed, she caressed his side and back with one hand and moved the other up to the back of his head, running her fingers through his hair. He let his hands wander as well, first caressing her slender waist, then sliding one hand down to her firm, rounded butt, then cautiously trailing the other up to her full breasts. He briefly ran his palm across them first to test the water. When she didn’t object, he gently squeezed down on one of them. She had a bra on under her tank top, so he couldn’t feel as much as he would have liked, but he could still feel the soft flesh yielding to his touch beneath the fabric. He considered sliding under her top to unhook her bra, but that seemed too presumptuous for their first date. He would leave it up to her to escalate if she wanted to. If she didn’t, well, he was enjoying himself plenty already.

They made out like that for a long while, enjoying each other’s lips and tongues and the closeness of each other’s bodies. His cock soon hardened completely, throbbing eagerly against the confines of his trousers, longing to be freed. He was glad that his jeans were quite restrictive, so she wouldn’t feel it blatantly prodding against her butt. He didn’t know if she would mind but he preferred to err on the side of caution. Either way, she wasn’t complaining.

After some time – he was too lost in the moment to tell how long it had been – she slowly pulled away from the kiss. She held close, their noses still brushing together, so that her red-cheeked smiling face filled most of his vision. “You’re a good kisser,” she said in a soft, husky voice.

He was faintly disappointed that the kiss was over, but the sight of her beautiful face was almost as pleasant. He reached up and caressed her cheek with his thumb. “So are you.”

There was a long silence as they gazed lovingly into each other’s eyes. Up close, her green eyes seemed to be flecked with gold, like the warm light of a hearth fire. Ultimately, Emily leaned back, withdrawing her face and easing the pressure of her butt on his eager crotch. “It’s Saturday tomorrow. Do you wanna spend the night here?” Her eyes widened faintly. “Literally, I mean. Cuddle together while we sleep. Not the other kind. I’m not ready for that.”

Sam chuckled. “That sounds great. And don’t worry, I won’t do anything you’re not ready for.”

“Awesome.” She took his wrist and lifted it up to look at his watch. “It’s not quite bedtime, but I’m up for going to bed and just cuddling and chatting until we fall asleep. You?”

“I could think of no better way to spend my time.” Well, he could think of one, but it was a close second. “Lead the way.”

She gave him another quick kiss, then rose to her feet and opened the door to her bedroom. It was small, like the living room, but with a comfortable bed, made for one person but easily big enough for two cuddlers. She closed the curtains and turned on the small lamp on the nightstand, casting the room in a dim ruddy light. “I’m thinking we strip down to our underwear for comfort. That alright?”

“Yeah, sounds good.” He sat down on the edge of the bed and started taking his shoes off.

Emily took off her boots as well, then pulled her top up over her head, revealing her snug white bra. Next she pulled down her skinny jeans. Squeezing free from the tight garment took some shaking of the hips, which made her breasts bounce and shake alluringly. When she bent down to pull her feet out of the bunched up jeans, the soft flesh gently bulged out of the cups, threatening that her nipples might pop free at any moment. Once her jeans were off, she tossed them over a chair, then looked at Sam with a playful smirk. “Enjoying the show?”

Blood rushed to his face as he realised that he had been staring at her instead of undressing as he meant to. He ripped his eyes away from her to look at the wall. “Sorry.”

She chuckled. “Don’t apologize. You’re allowed to look.”

With her permission, he cast another long look at her lovely body. “You’re very beautiful, Emily.”

“I’m glad you think so.” She pulled the two pink ribbons out of her hair with one fluid motion, letting her long blonde locks tumble down across her shoulders. “Your turn.”

“Right.” He rose to his feet, which made him suddenly aware of his newly invigorated erection. He pulled off his shirt and cardigan in one go and turned away from her to toss them over a chair. With his front concealed from view, he took off his jeans and tossed them over the chair as well. Then he quickly tucked his cock between his thighs before turning to face her.

She showed an amused smile as her eyes trailed down to his crotch, then back to his face. “It’s okay if you have a boner. You don’t have to hide it.”

He sighed, feeling stupid for thinking she wouldn’t notice. “Alright.” He spread his legs a little, letting his cock jump free from its tucked-in position and pitch a tent in his boxers. It felt like an admission of guilt.

She took a step closer and smiled naughtily as her eyes trailed across his body, lingering on his cock. “You have a nice body too. And a nice member.” She reached out and gently ran her fingers across the length of his bulge. Even through the fabric, it throbbed in response to her touch. She giggled and stepped away from him to sit down on the bed. “See, I’ve seen and touched it, so now we don’t have to be awkward about it anymore.”

She was right, he no longer felt the need to hide his boner, though mostly in the hope that she would touch it again. “I like the way you think.”

He joined her on the bed and together they crawled under the blankets. As he lay on his back, she snuggled up against his side, resting her head on his shoulder. He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her close, enjoying the feeling of her soft, warm skin against his own. From there they did some more kissing and fondling, then chatted for some time about nothing in particular, then kissed and fondled some more. Eventually they both dosed off to sleep, comfortable in each other’s arms.

***

As they stood at the threshold of her front door, Emily lovingly adjusted Sam’s scarf. It was late in the morning, but they had made no hurry to start the day, so she was still bed-headed. Even dressed in an oversized shirt and with her hair loose and dishevelled, she was still a beautiful sight. “I’ll see you again soon, right?”

“Of course. At the very least, we’ll watch the new episode next Friday. But I’ll call you much earlier. Or text you, or whatever.” He placed his hands on her hips and gently pulled her closer.

“You better,” she purred before embracing him for a final lengthy kiss. While their lips were moulded together, he took his chance to give her butt a playful squeeze. She chuckled as she broke away from the kiss and gave him a gentle shove out of the doorway. “See you later.” She blew him a final kiss from her hand before closing the door, leaving him alone in the hallway of the apartment complex.

He took a deep breath to centre himself. Under any other circumstances, he would be feeling ecstatic right now. After all, he had hit the bullseye with Emily. Even though it had only been one date, he already felt in love with the sweet and beautiful girl, and she seemed to feel the same way. Given that, the bizarre thing was that he had a date with a different woman lined up that very evening. He had known this in advance, of course, but he hadn’t expected his date with Emily to go that well. Should he cancel the other date? No, that wasn’t fair. No matter how strongly he felt about Emily, he had agreed to give Tanya a chance, so he would see that through.

The afternoon of that day was nothing noteworthy. He went home to take a shower and did some chores around the house just to take his mind off things. He always got anxious in the hours leading up to a date, but doubly so today. He hadn’t told Tanya about his date with Emily, but he wondered if she would notice somehow that he was distracted, thinking about another woman. Would she feel insulted that he had put her in this situation? Maybe she had a right to. Wallowing in self-doubt wouldn’t improve that situation though. The best thing to do, for her sake and for his own sanity, was to put his concerns aside and take the date seriously.

As the time of the date approached, he put on a fresh outfit. This time he opted for something more formal, a grey blazer over a black button-up shirt and grey dress pants. Even though it was an in-home date, he had a feeling that this would suit Tanya’s sensibilities. He was actually a bit surprised that Tanya had sprung for an in-home date as well, since she seemed more like the fine dining type. Of course, the obvious benefit was that they could freely talk about matters of magic when in private. With his outfit figured out, he put on his coat and scarf and walked out the door. Tanya lived not in the city centre but in the suburb, so he got in his car and drove the route he had planned out on his phone.

When he reached the address she had given him, he found an ordinary row house, flanked by many others like it. It was on the small side for a house proper, but bigger than his or Emily’s apartments, and the old-timey brickwork felt a lot more appropriate for the home of a sorceress. All the curtains were closed, probably to hide any potential magic usage inside. He parked his car at the closest available spot, approached the door, and rung the bell. There was a moment of silence a bit longer than the night before. Then he heard the click-clack of heeled shoes in the hallway and the door opened to reveal his date.

Tanya Bystruza was a beautiful woman, a few years older than Sam, with long wavy auburn hair, big brown eyes, and full, pouty lips. She was of middling height and wonderfully curvy, with large breasts, a slender waist, and wide womanly hips. Today she wore a black dress that wrapped snugly around her hourglass figure, with long sleeves, a knee-length skirt, and a generous neckline, giving a view at the deep valley between her breasts. With it she wore black pantyhose and high-heeled pumps. Sam was glad that he had chosen a more formal outfit, because she was certainly dressed to impress.

“Ah, Sam, I’m glad you’re here.” She showed an effortless smile while she gestured him to step inside. “Did you have any trouble finding it?”

He stepped into the entryway and took off his coat. “Not much. Finding the right house number is easier when it’s one per building. You have a nice place.”

She closed the door behind him. “It’s nice, indeed. Comfortable but discreet.”

He took off his coat and scarf and tucked them away in the coat closet. She then guided him into the living room, which had a classy décor with a subtle gothic twist. The dining table was set with plates and cutlery for the two of them and a pleasant aroma emanated from the kitchen, which was hidden from sight in an alcove. Tanya sat down at the far end of the table. “Our dinner should be done in ten minutes or so. Please, take a seat.”

He sat down across from her. “You’re very well prepared.”

She idly wound a lock of auburn hair around her finger. “Did you expect otherwise?”

“No, not at all. I’m just thinking, it’s hard for me to compete with such a charming display.”

“Oh, don’t worry. I didn’t invite you here to make you play rooster and try to impress me. You do look nice, I’ll say that. Very stylish.”

He impulsively adjusted the lapel of his blazer. “Thanks. You look beautiful as well.” He did his best not to look down at her enticing cleavage as he said that.

“Thank you, that’s very sweet.” She managed to sound genuinely flattered, even though he was obviously not the first to tell her that. “Would you like a drink? I have a nice red wine we can share.”

“Yes, that sounds great.” He could really use some alcohol to ease his nerves. Her regal charm and beauty put him on edge even more than his date with Emily had done.

She didn’t rise from her seat, but simply continued looking at him with dusky eyes. “I’ve never shown you my magic before, have I? My gift is not very covert, so I can’t use it in public. At least not in broad daylight. Let me show you.”

Right before his eyes, her shadow on the ground shuddered and changed shape, from the silhouette of a curvy woman to a cluster of four arms. Flexible and with no regard for anatomy, they stretched out across the floor and turned the corner into the kitchen. As they moved, they separated from the ground but remained two-dimensional, as if the shadows were cast on an invisible object. It was a bizarre and somewhat unsettling thing to witness. He couldn’t see inside the kitchen, but he heard the clinking of glass and the opening and closing of a fridge. The hands then crept back into the living room, carrying a bottle of wine, two glasses, and a corkscrew. After setting the items down on the table, the hands collapsed back into Tanya’s normal shadow, leaving no trace of anything strange.

Sam blinked silently for a moment, still processing what he had witnessed. “That’s remarkable. Can you really command them blindly? You don’t need to see your destination?”

“I can feel anything the shadows touch as if they were part of my body. They don’t exert any force unless I want them to, so they can feel around without the risk of knocking anything over.” One of the arm-shaped shadows crawled up over Sam’s leg onto his chest, halted there for a moment, then slunk back down to the floor. He saw it but didn’t feel it at all. “Of course, it helps that I already know the contents of my kitchen.” She picked up the bottle of wine and the corkscrew, and held them out to him. “Do you mind? I may be remarkable but I’m not very strong.”

Sam drilled the screw into the cork and pulled it free with a satisfying pop. He then poured them both a glass. They gently clinked their glasses together as a toast and both took a sip. It was rich and aromatic, probably high in alcohol, just what he needed to ease his nerves. “Hm, that’s good. Kind of a cherry flavour.”

She swirled the wine around inside the glass. “I was thinking lavender, but yes, cherry too.”

There was a moment of silence as they both took another sip. As the sharp aroma of the alcohol permeated his senses, he figured that he should ask the awkward question now that he was still sober. “I have to ask you something. How much of your interest in me has to do with my family?”

She set down her glass and pursed her lips in thought for a moment. “It’s a factor. It would be a nice benefit to change my family name to one with a much more favourable standing. But I know what you’re really asking. Am I just feigning interest to secure a politically beneficial marriage? My answer to that is, if I wanted to charm my way into a marriage with some rich big shot, wouldn’t I have done it already? My family’s reputation gives people halt, but it doesn’t stop them from viewing me as an object of desire. And I am well-aware how desirable I am, for the record. So no, I want a man I actually like. And you, Sam, have only ever been kind and respectful to me, something only few people can claim.”

Sam was impressed by her comprehensive answer. He had imagined that the question might put her on the defensive, but clearly she was more than prepared to answer it. He himself, on the other hand, had trouble thinking of a good response. “You… make a compelling point.”

She smiled and leaned forward, resting her elbows on the table. “Since we’re digging up the uncomfortable topics. How do you feel about my family?”

That was a topic he had hoped to avoid, but that he had figured to be inevitable. Tanya was a descendant, a grand-niece specifically, of Natalia Bystruza, a notorious sorceress known for a long history of crime back in the forties and fifties. Not only did she carry the name, but there was a strong familial resemblance as well. It all happened before Sam’s time, but he had seen the old photos and the buxom beauty they depicted was the spitting image of Tanya. Although it was well in the past, the traditionalist wizard community had far from forgotten and seeing a reminder of their darker past in the form of Tanya made many people uncomfortable.

Sam didn’t feel like he had ever treated her differently because of it and he was glad to hear her confirm that. Unfortunately, that wasn’t true for everyone. Some people simply avoided her. Some men courted her insincerely, wanting to get a piece of the forbidden fruit while having no intention of a serious relationship. Some women scorned her, afraid that she might seduce their husbands, as Natalia was known to do. Some people showed her performative pity for her circumstances while still avoiding any lasting association with her. In his limited past interactions with Tanya, he had seen the signs of all these things. And if he had noticed them as an outsider, then they must have been disturbingly common in her everyday life.

Sam took a deep breath as he considered how to respond. “Let’s just say, I’ve always assumed you to be your own woman, not just a product of your family. And so far, you haven’t proven otherwise. All I see when I look at you is a kind and beautiful woman. And that’s all that matters to me.”

She smiled widely as her cheeks flushed red. It was quite a departure from her confident and collected demeanour so far. “Thank you, Sam. That means a lot to me.” She silently looked at him for a long moment. Then she averted her gaze and rose to her feet. “I think our dinner is ready.”

She disappeared into the kitchen, then returned a few moments later, carrying a pot containing a red stew. As she served it onto their plates, she explained that it was beef bourguignon, a personal favourite of hers. When Sam tasted it, the rich flavour made him feel a little less chilly inside. He was quick to compliment her on her cooking, which she graciously brushed off as no big deal. While they took their time eating the delicious meal, he told her about his job and she told him about hers. She worked as an alchemist for the wizards’ authorities, most commonly brewing potions of forgetfulness for mundanes who had seen the supernatural. Many employers were hesitant to hire her, given her family reputation, but her expertise was in demand and as long as she worked in an internal position she didn’t pose much of a public relations problem. From that topic they meandered through various others. When they finished their meal, Tanya used her shadowy hands to take the dishes and cutlery away to the kitchen, but they remained seated, still enjoying the wine and each other’s company. Only when they had finished the wine as well was there finally a lull in the conversation.

After a few moments of comfortable silence, Tanya leaned forward with her elbows on the table and showed a sultry smile. “So, now that we’ve had our fill of food and talk, would you like to join me in the bedroom?”

In his buzzed state, Sam needed a moment to process that invitation. Was she really saying what he thought she was saying? Of course, he would accept on the implication alone. “Yes, absolutely.”

“Great.” She rose to her feet and walked to the exit of the living room. “It’s right upstairs.”

Sam was about to get up when a problem popped into his head. Was he cheating on Emily by doing this? Being unfaithful was the last thing he wanted, but they hadn’t declared themselves a couple and it didn’t seem like some kissing and cuddling would automatically put them in a relationship. If they had sex, that might be a different story, but they hadn’t. It seemed okay for him to enjoy this.

“Is something wrong?” Tanya asked.

“No, it’s nothing.” He rose to his feet and followed after her.

She led him up the stairs and into her bedroom, giving him a lovely view of her plump ass encased in the snug fabric of her dress as he walked behind her. She turned on the light but turned it down low with the dimmer switch. The curtains were already closed and the big comfortable bed was neatly made.

After closing the bedroom door behind him, she lovingly wrapped her arms around his waist and pulled herself close against him, pressing the soft swell of her breasts against his chest. “Here we are, just the two of us,” she purred as she looked up at him with a naughty smile.

“Indeed, we are.” Emboldened by the wine, he placed his hands right on her lovely ass, giving the soft flesh a gentle squeeze.

“Oh, you’re so naughty,” she chuckled. “Come here.”

She leaned in for a kiss and Sam eagerly met her halfway. She hummed contently as her soft, pouty lips were moulded against his own. They both parted their lips and brought forth their tongues, engaging them in a mutual embrace, rubbing and swirling together in a slow, sensual rhythm. While they made out, Tanya’s hands idly caressed his back and sides. Sam kept his hands planted on her ass, gently fondling and squeezing her plump cheeks. Her slick tongue and her soft body were rapidly rousing his cock into a fully erect state.

After a few long minutes of kissing and fondling, she gently pulled away to look up at him with a wide smile and red cheeks. “Enjoying yourself back there?” She swayed her butt left to right, taking his hands with it.

He continued fondling it, too clouded by arousal and intoxication to feel called out. “Yeah. You have a beautiful body, Tanya.”

“I know,” she said with a cocky little smile. “You want to see it all? You’ll have to let me go for a bit.”

“Ooh, a high price to pay. But I’ll concede.” He gave her ass one last loving squeeze before letting go.

She took two steps away from him. It was hard to see in the dim light, but her faint shadow once again transformed into a cluster of hands. She raised up one foot and a shadowy hand pulled off her shoe and set it aside. She raised the other foot, with the same result. Then she lifted both of her arms into the air and a multitude of hands pulled her dress up over her head, then off completely. She was left with a heavy-duty black bra and snug black panties. What he had assumed to be pantyhose were actually thigh-high stockings held in place by a garter belt around her slender waist. One of the shadowy hands unclipped her bra behind her back, while two others slipped the bands off her shoulders, revealing her large breasts, topped with thick pink nipples. Her heavy mounds sagged a little when they were freed from their confines, but only enough to show that they were real. Lastly, the hands pulled down her panties, revealing her cute little slit, decorated by a neat patch of silky auburn pubes.

As her shadowy hands folded up her clothes and tucked them away on a chair, Tanya ran her own hand across the silky material of her stocking. “Should I keep these on? They’re pretty hot, don’t you think?”

Sam was stunned silent by the amount of lovely flesh so suddenly on display. Her heavy breasts, her plump thighs, the inviting little slit between her legs – he wanted to touch it all. “Yes, please do,” he managed to stammer out. “You look… incredible.”

She did a little mock pirouette, showing off her naked body from every angle. “Shall I do the same to you or do you prefer to undress yourself?”

He looked down at his clothes for a moment. As strange of a prospect as it seemed, he couldn’t pass up the experience. “Sure, go ahead.”

The hands snaked towards him across the ground. He couldn’t help but flinch a little, but they turned out to be very gentle as they pulled off his blazer, unbuttoned his shirt, then pulled that off too. He raised up his feet one at a time, prompting the hands to take off his shoes and socks. They unclasped his belt and pulled off his pants, leaving only his boxers, pitching a serious tent. Tanya paused a second there, with a naughty grin on her face. Then the hands pulled down his boxers, causing his erect cock to jump free.

The hands folded up and tucked away his clothing before disappearing back into Tanya’s normal shadow. She took a step closer to him. “You have a nice body too.”

His face turned warm as it flushed with blood. He didn’t feel like much of a match for the beautiful woman standing before him. He felt the urge to cover himself, but he made an effort to act confident. “Thanks. Uhm, may I?” He raised both hands, pointing the palms at her inviting breasts.

“Of course.” She gently shook her breasts left and right. “You can touch me wherever you like.”

He reached out, carefully cupping one large breast in each hand.

She flinched away from his touch. “Ooh! Your hands are cold,” she chuckled.

He quickly withdrew. “Sorry. Recurring problem.”

She took his hands into hers, lacing their fingers together, warming up his palms with her own. “Such is the fate of a frost mage, right?”

He smiled bashfully, feeling embarrassed that his affliction diminished the moment. “Yeah. It’s just the extremities though. I won’t be cold everywhere.”

“I hope so.” She unlaced their fingers and pressed his hands gently against her breasts. The soft flesh bulged out slightly between his fingers as her stiff nipples prodded against his palms. “Because I intend to touch a lot more of you.”

Sam hadn’t thought that he would ever touch such a magnificent pair of breasts. They were too large to neatly cup with one hand, but he palmed as much of the soft flesh as he could, squeezing and kneading her lovely mounds in a circular pattern. While he was fixated on her breasts, Tanya wrapped one hand around his hard cock and started caressing it in a slow, gentle stroking motion. He throbbed and bucked his hips into her grasp, all too eager for her touch. She chuckled softly while reaching down with her other hand to cup his balls, gently fondling them in her palm.

As lovely as her breasts were, he wanted to return the favour. So, he let go of her heavy mounds and trailed his hands down to land on her hips. Clearly aware of his plan, she shifted her stance to part her thighs a little. He reached between them, cautiously running two fingers across her slit. It was warm and slick to the touch. He stroked a little more firmly, gently parting her outer lips to caress the even warmer and wetter folds hidden between them. She hummed softly in approval. He caressed her slick folds a few more times, then gently pushed his two fingers into the snug tunnel beyond, until they were knuckle-deep inside of her.

“Shall I teach you a little trick?” she purred. “Try hooking your fingers, so they point back to you.”

She was clearly more experienced than him, so he quite appreciated the guidance. He did as she instructed, pressing his fingertips against the slick flesh of her tunnel. “Like this?”

She steadily continued her gentle stroking of his cock and balls. “That’s right. Now go down a little. That’s where the G-spot is.”

He pulled his fingers out just a little, tracing the tips along the wall of her pussy. It didn’t feel much different, but her thighs faintly jerked in response. “There?”

She hummed contently as she swayed her hips. “That’s it. Massage that and you’ll drive a girl crazy.”

He did just that, stroking his fingertips against the wall of her pussy in a slow circle. The effect was immediately noticeable, in the form of Tanya releasing a soft, strained moan while her thighs gently squeezed down on his hand. He had broadly known about the G-spot before, but in his limited sexual experience he never had the peace of mind to figure out exactly how to stimulate it. Now that he knew, he was getting quite a kick out of witnessing her pleasure.

“Are you enjoying making me squirm?” she purred playfully.

He realised that he must have had quite a goofy smile on his face. “Yes, I am.”

“You’re such a pervert,” she cooed lovingly before leaning in to kiss him.

They exchanged another lengthy kiss, rubbing their eager tongues together. All the while, she fondled his throbbing cock and aching balls, while he caressed her snug pussy, causing increasing amounts of her warm fluids to drip out across his hand and down her thighs, creating damp spots on her stockings.

Eventually, Tanya pulled away from the kiss and released her grasp on his valuables. “Okay, enough warm-up. I want to taste your cock. Can you sit on the bed for me?”

She didn’t have to tell him that twice. He pulled his fingers from her pussy and took a second to admire how shiny and sticky they had become. Then he sat down on the edge of the bed and spread his legs, his cock standing firmly at attention.

Tanya grabbed a pillow off the bed, put it on the floor between his legs, and got down on her knees on top of it. Then she looked down eagerly at his hard cock while idly caressing his thighs with both hands. “Warn me if you’re going to cum, okay?”

He shuffled his butt to get comfortable. “I’ll do my best.”

She leaned in to place a gentle kiss on the sensitive head of his cock, then another on the shaft, then further down the shaft, then a final kiss on his heavy sack. She giggled softly as she looked up at him with a naughty grin. Then she trailed back to the tip and wrapped her lips around the bulbous head. Inside her mouth, she worked her slick tongue all around the head in slow circles, making the sensitive skin slick with her saliva. Sam found himself clawing at the bedsheets as his cock throbbed forcefully from the intense sensation.

After a few circles, she moved down, sliding his cock deeper into the warm, wet confines of her mouth. From there, she started slowly bobbing her head up and down, stroking her soft lips and slick tongue across the shaft and head. She only took it in about halfway at first, but she went a little deeper with every bob. Soon she was taking it all the way inside her mouth when she went down, pushing her nose into his pubes and the tip of his cock into the back of her throat. All the while, she kept eye contact with him, looking up at him with those dark, sultry eyes.

Sam felt stunned by the skilled assault of her mouth on his cock. He kept one hand planted on the mattress, for a sense of stability, while placing the other on the back of her head, running his fingers through her lush auburn hair. From there, all he could do was sit back and enjoy the sensation, although he tried not to surrender to it too much, else he would come in no time. He held on for maybe a few minutes, longer than he had expected but shorter than he had hoped, before he felt the pressure in his loins rising sharply. “Tanya, I’m- Ooh… Almost there.”

As soon as he spoke up, she withdrew his cock from her mouth with one fluid motion. Her lips disengaged from the tip with a soft pop, leaving his cock throbbing forcefully on its own, slick and shiny with her saliva. For a moment he feared that he was going to shoot his seed into the air after all, but then the throbbing gently ebbed away.

He took a deep breath. “That was a close one.”

“Your cock tastes so good.” She placed another kiss on the tip. “I could suck on it for hours and never get bored.”

Her praise made him throb almost as much as her mouth did. “I would gladly let you. But I’m afraid I would blow my load in a matter of minutes.”

“That’s the cruel irony of men, right?” She playfully trailed her tongue along the underside of his shaft. “Blessed with such a beautiful asset but cursed to be unable to use it for long. That’s alright, though. I can suck it again another time. For now, I really want to feel it inside me.”

She rose to her feet and climbed onto the edge of the bed to straddle him. Without hesitation, she took hold of his cock, lined up the tip against the entrance of her pussy, and slowly lowered herself onto it. It was a snug fit, but she was so supple and slick that it slid inside of her easily. Soon her butt touched down on his lap and not even an inch of his cock was left exposed. She hummed contently as she wrapped her arms around his waist and pulled up close against him, pressing her soft breasts and stiff nipples against his chest. “That feels nice.”

Sam let out a sigh of pure bliss as his cock throbbed against the tight confines of her pussy. He idly ran his hands across her full thighs, enjoying the silky touch of her stockings. “Feels amazing.”

“It’s about to feel even better,” she purred while slowly raising up her body, pulling out a few inches of his cock. Then she slowly moved down again, pushing his shaft all the way back inside.

He grunted softly in pleasure as the sensitive head of his cock stroked against the fleshy tunnel of her pussy. Despite his clouded mind, a question that he should have asked earlier occurred to him. “Tanya, uhm, are you on the pill?”

“No,” she said with a hint of cocky disregard. “We’ll just have to practice our good judgement.” She rode up and down on his cock once again, a little faster this time.

That seemed like a bad idea, but he didn’t have the will to resist her, not now that they had come so far. He said nothing, but his hands trailed up from her thighs to her plump ass, where he grabbed two big handfuls of the soft flesh.

“That’s the spirit,” she purred while pulling closer against him, nestling her head next to his. Wavy strands of her long hair tickled against his neck and shoulder. “Just relax, okay?” she whispered in his ear.

She continued her riding motion, slow and steady at first but gradually speeding up. Without really thinking about it, Sam used his grip on her butt to help her along, lifting her up and plunging her down. Soon, the soft, rhythmic slapping sound of her ass coming down on his lap filled the otherwise quiet bedroom. As she rode him, her breathing gradually became heavier, then became laced with a series of soft moans and gasps that escaped her lips every time she thrust herself down on his cock. His own breathing became heavy as well, his heart beating loudly in his chest from the excitement.

Despite how good it felt, the sheer amount of lubrication allowed him to withstand her luxurious treatment for a few blissful minutes. But soon, sooner than he wished, he felt the pressure in his loins rising. His primal mind told him to say nothing and to blast his seed into her womb, but his rational mind knew better. “Tanya…” he whispered against her ear. “I… I should pull out.”

She continued riding him at the same pace. “No, it’s okay. You can cum inside.”

He let out a soft moan as the pressure in his cock rose further. “But… it’s too risky.”

She sped up the riding motion even more, slapping her ass against his lap more forcefully. He could feel her soft breasts bouncing against his chest with her motions. “I want it. Fill my fertile womb with your seed. Please.”

His cock throbbed forcefully while his heart skipped a beat. Was she really asking him to impregnate her? Here and now, on their first date? That was madness. “We shouldn’t,” he struggled to say, but he made no attempt to stop her. His hands continued gripping her ass, frozen in ecstasy.

“Please,” she moaned in a desperate, breathless voice. “Put a baby in my belly. Please.”

Her pleading voice pushed him over the edge. His entire body tensed up as his ball sack pulled tight. A moment later, his cock throbbed wildly as it released the first blast of sperm deep inside of her. Tanya came down on his lap with a wet slap one last time, then stayed there, holding his cock all the way inside of her as he came. Blast after blast of hot cum spewed from his cock into the depths of her womb, filling her up with his potent seed. It was the longest and hardest orgasm he had experienced in a long time, or maybe ever, but eventually the forceful spurts ebbed down into an oozing trickle. All at once, the tension in his body released and a wave of lethargy washed over him instead.

“Thank you,” Tanya lovingly whispered in his ear. She kissed his neck a few times, then raised herself up off his lap, pulling his tender, half-erect cock free from her pussy. She then crawled onto the middle of the bed and lay down.

Sam took a moment to catch his breath and to clear his jumbled thoughts. When he looked over his shoulder at Tanya, he saw her lying on her back with a content expression on her face and her hair splayed out around her head like a halo. A thick bead of white cum oozed from her pussy and dripped down onto the sheet. He felt a deep, primal satisfaction as he looked at it. As if he had conquered her, made her his. He couldn’t believe that she let him do that. Or rather, made him do that.

He sluggishly crawled onto the bed and lay down next to her. “That wasn’t right, Tanya. We shouldn’t have done that.”

She turned onto her side to face him and looked at him with big, pleading eyes. “What, don’t you want to have a child with me? Don’t you think I would be a good wife to you?”

He took a deep breath, trying to formulate a good answer, but his mind was still scrambled and conflicted. “I do, but… It’s so sudden.”

There was a long silence as the two of them looked at each other. Her pleading expression turned into a bashful one as she averted her eyes. “Hey, uhm,” she said in a voice more sombre than ever before. “I’m sorry for springing this on you. I just… I’m sick of being alone and I really wanted to make sure that you would be mine. But… I can take a morning after pill if you really don’t want this.”

As he looked at her lying there, nude, dishevelled, and with that shameful look on her face, he saw her in a way he never had before. Suddenly, the public persona of the confident temptress was gone and lying next to him was a young woman who just wanted to be loved. A woman who had been spurned her entire life and whose only way to cope was to make herself desirable. It made his heart pound faster, not with lust this time, but with a warm desire to protect and cherish.

“Come here,” he found himself saying while reaching out his arm to wrap around her shoulders. She shuffled in close, pressing her soft, warm body against his side. He wrapped his other arm around her waist and gave her a firm, loving hug. “It’s okay, Tanya. You don’t have to be alone anymore. I’ll be your husband.”

Her lips curled into a timid smile while tears welled up in the corners of her eyes. She frantically wiped them away with the back of her hand. “Thank you, Sam. I swear I’ll be a good wife to you. Together we’ll raise a perfect son or daughter.”

***

Emily walked out of the grocery store, awkwardly carrying her slightly-too-heavy bag of groceries. She should have had the foresight not to buy so much in one trip, but she was all distracted today. It felt weird to return to normal life after the excitement of her date with Sam. She just couldn’t stop thinking about him. She wanted to see him again, to cuddle him and kiss him and… maybe more. But she had adulting to do, so she couldn’t endlessly pine for him like a high school girl. She had to carry on with her day and be content in knowing that she would see him again soon enough.

As she walked home with her head still half in the clouds, she saw a car pulling off the road to park several paces ahead of her. It was nothing noteworthy, until she saw the driver getting out: a curvy woman with long auburn hair. Her back was turned, but Emily didn’t need to see her face to know who it was. A hint of panic struck her. She knew that Tanya also had a date with Sam, but she had actively avoided thinking about that. If anything had happened between the two of them, she really preferred not to know. Should she turn around and avoid her? No, that was silly. If Tanya saw her fleeing, she would really feel like a fool.

A few moments later, Tanya locked the door of her car and turned away from it. They were still a few paces apart, but their eyes instantly met. Tanya’s eyes widened in recognition for a moment, followed by an effortless smile. “Oh hey, look who it is,” she said playfully.

Emily had no choice but to approach. “Hey, Tanya,” she said, trying to sound nonchalant. She couldn’t help but notice the way Tanya’s breasts strained the buttons of her shirt. She felt a pang of envy, but did her best to ignore it. “What brings you to the city on a weekend?”

“There’s a minor emergency at work, so I got a call to come in. Nothing too exciting though.” She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear while gazing at Emily with knowing eyes. A few seconds of tense silence followed. It seemed like they were both wondering whether or not to broach the topic.

“How was your date?” Emily blurted out. She immediately regretted it, but the words had already left her mouth.

Tanya showed a faint smirk. “It was good. We, well…” Her face turned serious. “To be blunt, I think this competition of ours is as good as over.”

A cold sense of dread crept up Emily’s spine. “How so?” she muttered without thinking about it.

Tanya put a hand on her stomach. “Let’s just say… there’s a good chance that we already have an heir in the making.”

Emily’s heart sank while her brain ground to a halt. She opened her mouth to respond, but she didn’t know what to say. “Oh,” was the only thing that came out.

Tanya showed an apologetic expression. “Look, I hate to drop bad news and then ditch, but I do have to get to work. Don’t take it personally, okay? There could only ever be one winner. I’ll see you around.” With that, she turned and walked off at a brisk pace.

Emily quietly watched the brunette walking away, until she turned a corner and disappeared out of sight. She felt like her date with Sam had gone so well, but now it seemed like she had squandered it. She had already known that competing against Tanya would be difficult. She was already the more confident and, in Emily’s estimation, the more beautiful one. And now, on top of that, she had the gall to sleep with him on the first date. How could she possibly compete with that? Emily had the chance to sleep with him first. He was right there in her bed. But, frankly, she hadn’t even considered it. She was just going to let their relationship progress naturally and had given no thought to the competitive advantage she was giving up.

What was she going to do? Give up and let Tanya have him? No, she didn’t want to do that. She really liked him and he handily fulfilled her parents’ ongoing pressure to find an advantageous marriage. She wasn’t sure if she would ever find someone else who would fit both of those requirements. Should she continue the original plan of dating him and hoping that he chooses her? If Tanya was pregnant, it was a lost cause. The wizard community doesn’t look kindly on the fathering of bastard children, so Sam would make her his wife on principle. But if she wasn’t pregnant, Emily still had a chance.

But no, that was too optimistic. Knowing Tanya, she had monitored her menstrual cycle for this. If she had planned the date at the start of her fertile period, then she still had four or so fertile days left. If she slept with him a few more times during those days, pregnancy would be inevitable. And she would surely have no trouble charming her way into his bed again. Dammit. It was a lost cause then. She had stood no chance from the start.

Unless… Perhaps a brash move could even the playing field. She tried to remember when her last period was. It ended on Monday, so about a week ago. That meant she too was in her fertile period! All she had to do to even the playing field was sleep with him. Then they would both have the potential of pregnancy, so Tanya’s advantage would be gone. Then he would have to make an impartial decision on which of them should keep the pregnancy and marry him. If she tried to initiate, would he be receptive to that? She didn’t have Tanya’s confident charms, but she knew that he found her attractive, else he wouldn’t have made out with her. The biggest risk, she thought, was that he might turn her down out of faithfulness to Tanya. Then she would really be embarrassing herself. But she was willing to take that risk.

***

Sam sat on his couch with his head buried in his hands, pondering his predicament. The whole situation seemed settled enough on the surface. If Tanya really was pregnant, he was surely going to marry her. Not only would he never abandon his own child, but the wizard community would ostracize him if he did. Children with magical talent need proper guidance and education to ensure that they don’t endanger themselves and others, so the fathering of bastard children is not tolerated. He could still tell Tanya to abort the pregnancy, but… he simply didn’t want to. He had promised that he would marry her and he had meant it.

But there was one big thing that he felt bad about: having to tell Emily that they couldn’t date anymore. The events of the past two days were hard to mentally reconcile. He really liked Tanya and would gladly marry her. But he liked Emily just as much. Just yesterday, when he left her house in the morning, he had fondly looked forward to a relationship with her. To turn her down would feel terrible. However wonderful his relationship with Tanya might be, he would always have to live with the uncertainty of wondering what he left behind.

His thoughts were interrupted by the doorbell. He had no visit or delivery scheduled, so that was unusual. He rose to his feet and opened the door. To his surprise, it was Emily who stood on the doorstep. Her hair hung loose around her shoulders and she was dressed in a snug white crop top, a blue mini skirt, and white thigh-high stockings. He had never seen her dressed in such a feminine way, but it was certainly an attractive sight. “Oh, uhm, hey,” he stammered with jumbled thoughts.

“Hey, hey,” the beautiful blonde purred while stepping up close to him. Before he could give any further response, she wrapped her arms around his waist and kissed him.

He froze up. Should he stop her, push her away? It didn’t seem right to let this happen, but she was so warm and her lips so pleasantly soft. Instead of resisting, he found himself wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close. As her breasts pressed against his chest, he felt the soft flesh bulging to the sides as they were smushed between their bodies. His cock throbbed as he realised that she wasn’t wearing a bra this time. She parted her lips to present her tongue and so did he, lapping and swirling them together in a passionate embrace. They made out for a good minute or so, right there on the doorstep, before ultimately parting.

Sam couldn’t help but smile as he looked down at her beautiful face. “That was… a pleasant surprise.”

“I just couldn’t wait to see you again,” she said with a giddy red-faced smile. She hadn’t loosened her embrace, so her breasts were still pressed firmly against his chest. He could faintly feel the outline of her nipples prodding through the fabric of their clothing. “Can I come inside?”

He had thought this through just now, how it would be better to reject her in favour of Tanya. But now that she was right in front of him, he couldn’t do it. Would it really be so bad to let her in? Despite the prospect of pregnancy and marriage, all he had done with Tanya was one night of casual sex. Maybe it was okay to enjoy this love triangle a little bit longer. It wouldn’t be cheating until one of them asked him to be exclusive, right? “Yeah, sure.”

They released the hug and he shepherded her inside before closing the door. Emily walked to the middle of the living room and looked around. She was swaying her hips with a nervous energy that he had never seen from her. “You have a nice place too. I see we have similar taste in apartments.”

“Or similar financial restrictions.” He embraced her from behind, placing his hands on her bare, toned stomach and kissing the side of her neck.

She giggled. “That too.” She lovingly lay her palms on his hands while leaning her body more closely against his. Her firm butt pushed against his crotch, putting pressure on his half-formed erection. “You seem happy to see me.”

“I am,” he answered between kisses on her neck. He wasn’t usually so quick to get touchy, but her deep kiss and short skirt had stirred his desire. Plus, he didn’t like to admit it, but the taboo of getting intimate with two women in rapid succession was also egging him on.

She purred happily as she raised her chin and cocked her head, giving him free access to her slender neck. “That’s good. Cause I’m very happy to see you too.” With her right hand grasping his, she trailed his palm up across her belly, slipped it under her shirt, and placed it carefully on her right breast.

Sam’s heart skipped a beat as he felt the full mound in his grasp so unexpectedly. She wasn’t nearly as big as Tanya, but that hardly mattered. The touch of her warm skin and her stiff nipple made him throb nonetheless. He gave it a gentle squeeze, enjoying the give of her soft flesh. “That’s a nice surprise,” he murmured as he kissed her neck more assertively, sucking gently on her smooth skin.

Emily answered with a content hum. She withdrew her hand from her top, leaving his to explore on its own. With her other hand, she guided his palm down, gently wedging his fingertips into the waistband of her skirt.

His cock throbbed forcefully against the cushion of her butt. Was she really signalling what he thought? He was scared of misinterpreting her intentions, but his lust was stronger than his fear. With a slow, hesitant motion, he slipped his hand into her panties. His fingers trailed through a patch of soft pubes, then landed on her puffy outer lips, which were hot and damp to the touch.

Emily hummed contently as she reached behind her back to place her hands on his butt, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Go on,” she purred.

Sam really hadn’t expected to be in this position a mere two days after she told him that she wasn’t ready for sex. He wondered what had changed, but he didn’t stop to ask. He started rubbing his fingers across her slit, gently parting her outer lips. Her inner folds were slick, but they weren’t as dripping wet as Tanya had been, so he didn’t try to push inside. Instead, he moved to the front of her slit and started stroking it in a gentle circular motion, caressing the general area of her clit.

She bucked her hips and let out a soft moan. “That feels nice.”

While he caressed her pussy with one hand, he moved the other hand around under her top, greedily groping both of her breasts. Her stiff, perky nipples ground assertively against his palm while he fondled the soft flesh. “You’re so beautiful,” he mumbled in between kisses on her neck.

She responded only with a joyful chuckle, accompanied by a series of soft moans. He continued fondling like that for a short while, enjoying the touch of her body and the sound of her voice. But as much as he enjoyed himself, the pressure of his cock against the confines of his jeans was starting to become painful. “Emily?” he whispered into her ear. “Shall we go to the bedroom?”

“Yes, please,” she panted while squeezing his butt more firmly.

He reluctantly pulled his hands from her clothes and let go of the embrace. Then he took her hand and guided her into his bedroom. As soon as he had closed the curtains, she wasted no time in pulling off her top, revealing her full breasts and pink nipples. He followed her lead and undressed as well. This time, they didn’t take turns all ceremoniously. Instead, they frantically struggled out of their clothes, dropping them all over the floor, until Emily’s white thigh-highs were the only article of clothing that remained between the two of them.

Once they were both naked, they embraced and kissed again. For a long moment, they swirled their tongues together while Sam’s cock throbbed eagerly against Emily’s stomach. Then she pulled away and crawled onto the bed, lying down on her back with her legs spread. Running on instinct, he crawled on top of her, planting his hands next to her shoulders. He looked down at his cock looming over her pussy, then up at her face. “Is it safe?”

She looked back at him with an eager smile and red cheeks. “Yeah, I’m on the pill.”

He breathed a sigh of relief, glad that he didn’t have to worry about that today. Then he grabbed his cock, lined up the tip with the entrance of her pussy, and pushed the first inch inside. She was very tight and still not as wet as she could have been, so it took some squeezing just to get it in. He pushed the next inch inside a bit more forcefully, which evoked a soft groan from Emily. When he looked up, she had an uncomfortable expression on her face. That was no good, so he pulled it out.

“Huh? Is something wrong?” she said with wide eyes.

It occurred to him that he hadn’t thought to ask a pretty important question. “Hey, um, are you a virgin?”

Her expression turned guilty. “Yeah. Is that a problem?”

He would have figured as much, if not for her confident sexual advance just now. What had possessed a virgin girl to rush into sex so suddenly? “No, no, it’s fine. But I think you need some more warm-up before we do this.”

She cringed a little. “You think so? I don’t really know how this is supposed to go. I’m sorry.”

“No need to apologize.” He reached out and lovingly caressed her cheek. “It’s normal to be nervous your first time. I’m gonna try something. You just relax, okay?”

She smiled shyly as she snuggled her cheek against his palm. “Okay.”

He reached behind her to grab his pillow and dropped it on the floor at the foot of the bed. Then he stepped off the bed and dropped to his knees on the pillow. “Can you get a little closer?”

There was a look of realisation in her eyes. “Oh, uhm, sure.” She shuffled her butt up to the edge of the bed, with her legs still spread.

Her pussy was right in front of him now, a pair of smooth lips decorated by a neat patch of blonde pubes. He carefully spread her lips with two fingers, getting a close look at her shiny pink folds. The dim sunlight shining through the curtains didn’t show a lot of detail, but it was enough to work with. He leaned in and slowly dragged his tongue across the length of her slit. Her thighs twitched and she released a startled gasp. He licked along her slit again, but then lingered at the top, carefully feeling around with the tip of his tongue. Soon he landed on the stiff bud of her clit, making her legs jerk again.

“That feels good,” Emily purred. She placed her hand on his head, running her fingers through his hair.

Sam had little experience doing this, so he was thankful for her encouragement. He started trailing his tongue around her clit in slow circles, evoking a series of ragged breaths and soft moans. The musky scent and tangy flavour of her pussy filled his senses. It was a strange flavour, but also a wonderful one, making his cock throb enthusiastically. Meanwhile, he placed his hands on her thighs and caressed her smooth skin through the silky white stockings. He wasn’t sure if she had put those on for him or not, but if she had, it was certainly a nice touch.

As he pleasured her, he could feel her gradually becoming wetter. First she was merely slick, but soon he could feel the fragrant fluids coating the sticky folds of her pussy. As lovely as she tasted, he was eager for more. After a last gentle flick of his tongue, he pulled his face away. He ran two fingers between her slick lips to find the entrance of her tunnel, then gently tried to push them in. She was still a bit tighter than Tanya had been, but his fingers slid into the warm grip of her pussy quite easily, until they were knuckle deep inside of her. That meant his cock would probably fit too, but he wanted to make sure that it would go smoothly. He turned his palm up, then hooked his fingers inside of her, firmly pressing against her G-spot, just like Tanya had taught him.

“Oh!” she cooed while arching her back. “That feels good too,” she said in a shaky voice

Sam couldn’t help but chuckle. It felt dirty to use Tanya’s trick on Emily, but there was a pure kind of joy in witnessing her pleasure. Emboldened, he started caressing her G-spot in a circular motion. At the same time, he leaned in and continued circling her clit with his tongue. Her thighs quivered aggressively while she released a series of ragged moans. Her grip on his hair tightened to mildly painful levels, but he was enjoying himself too much to care. As he pleasured her from both sides, he could feel her pussy turning even wetter and more supple. Soon, drops of her hot, fragrant fluids were running down his knuckles to drip onto the mattress. That was the right level of wet, he thought.

Apparently Emily agreed, because she muttered between strained moans. “I… I think I’m ready… I want your cock…”

Her needy voice made him throb with desire. He considered continuing like this to make her climax – he wasn’t confident that he could do it with his cock – but he just couldn’t resist her request. He placed a final kiss on her clit, then withdrew his fingers from her dripping pussy.

Emily, in a moment of respite, took a deep breath and let go of his hair. “Did that hurt? Sorry,” she panted.

“It’s okay.” He crawled on top of her, as he had before, and together they shuffled back to the middle of the bed. Without further ado, he lined up his cock with her pussy and tried again. It was still a snug fit, but this time she was so wet and supple that his cock slid all the way inside in one fluid motion, until his balls were pressed against her butt.

Emily let out a content little moan. “Oh yeah, that’s much better than before.”

“It feels wonderful,” he murmured against her ear as he started a slow thrusting motion, plunging his cock in and out of her pussy a few inches at a time.

While he rode her, she lifted up her stockinged legs and tried to wrap them around his waist. First she did it at an awkward angle that she couldn’t hold, but she adjusted, lifting her knees up higher, until she had a perfect grip, crossing her ankles at his lower back. She lovingly wrapped her arms around him as well, holding him close so that her breasts pushed against his chest. Every time he thrust down into her pussy, a soft moan escaped her lips. “Have you ever…” she panted in between. “Fucked a virgin girl before?”

Sam found himself moaning softly with every thrust as well, enjoying the jolt of pleasure that arced through his body as his sensitive cock stroked against the fleshy walls of her pussy. “No. But I like it,” he grunted, before locking lips with her once again.

Both of their moans were muffled as their tongues danced together in a sloppy, lustful embrace. His instincts told him to thrust faster and harder, eager to release his seed into her womb, but he ignored them and did his best to maintain a slow, steady rhythm. He wanted to enjoy this as long as possible and he definitely didn’t want to disappoint her. For a few lovely minutes, he rode her nice and slow. Despite being muffled by the kiss, he could hear her breathing and her moans becoming heavier over time. His own body was responding much the same, his heart pounding in his chest, protesting his continued refusal to speed up and relieve himself. He was starting to think he couldn’t hold it much longer.

Thankfully, he didn’t need to. Emily suddenly released a ragged moan into his mouth as her pussy clenched tight around his cock. The sudden squeeze caused the pressure in his loins to rise sharply. A moment later, her pussy clenched again and he felt a surge of hot fluid erupting around the base of his cock. That pushed him over the edge. He got one more thrust in, pushing all the way inside of her, before the first blast of sperm exploded into her womb. His body tensed up as his cock throbbed wildly, spewing shot after shot of cum inside of her, egged on by the pulsing and clenching of her pussy. Their shared orgasm was long and forceful, but eventually the throbbing and clenching ebbed away, until his body loosened up all at once.

Their lips had been locked together the whole time, so he pulled away and took a deep, frantic breath. Emily did the same, then released a mirthful giggle. While they both caught their breath, he looked down at his beautiful lover. She looked up at him with red cheeks and a big silly grin. He could almost see cartoony little hearts floating around her face, so infatuated did she look. After a few deep breaths, he pulled back, disentangling himself from her grasping legs. As he pulled his half-erect cock from the snug comfort of her pussy, a bead of white cum oozed out after it. There was also a big wet stain on the sheets around her crotch. It made him feel strangely proud of himself.

He rolled over onto his back, lying down next to her. Meanwhile, she propped herself up on her elbows to have a look at the aftermath. Her infatuated expression turned into a shocked one when she saw the wet stain. “Wait, did I do that? I’m so sorry!”

He chuckled lazily as he wrapped his arm around her shoulder. “Don’t worry about it. Sex is messy like that. I can change the sheets, it’s no big deal.”

“If you say so.” She smiled shyly as she rolled onto her side and snuggled up against him. “That was awesome.”

“It was.” He caressed her slender waist, enjoying the touch of her soft, warm body as they basked in the afterglow.

They were both silent for a few long minutes, until Emily spoke up. “Hey, Sam.” She looked up at him with big guilty eyes. “I, uh, may have lied just now about being on birth control.”

His heart skipped a beat while he jerked his head around to face her. “You what?”

She flinched. “No need to panic, I mean, I can take a morning after pill or something. But… if I am pregnant, I wouldn’t mind keeping it. I know it’s sudden, but… I can totally see us having a future together. And I may not look like it, but I’ve always wanted to become a mother after finishing my studies. Doing it a bit earlier won’t hurt.” She anxiously chewed on her bottom lip as she awaited his reaction.

Sam sighed deeply. He should have been shocked and worried, like he was last night. But given the dilemma that already weighed on his mind, this development felt oddly appropriate. In a perfect application of Murphy’s law, the one thing that could have made this situation even more difficult had happened. Was this a freak occurrence or were the girls’ actions coordinated in some way? That question passed through his mind, but he didn’t have the will to ponder it right now.

“Sam?” There was a touch of fear in her voice. “Are you mad? I’m sorry.”

He looked at the beautiful girl lying next to him. Under other circumstances, he would be agreeing with her, telling her that he’d love to raise their child together. But it was impossible to give her a straight answer without telling her about his situation with Tanya, and he didn’t have the strength to tell her that. Not here and now. “No, it’s okay, I’m not mad. I just… need to think about it. I like you a lot, but it’s very sudden.”

She bit her bottom lip and nodded. “That’s okay, I understand. We have time before we need to decide. Just… let me know.”

“I will.” Despite his conflicted feelings, he leaned in and gave her a loving kiss.

***

It was Monday, early evening. One day had passed since he had slept with Emily, two days since he had slept with Tanya. Tonight, this mess would come to an end one way or another. He had been a nervous wreck all day, unable to concentrate on his job, hounded by the prospect of what he had to do that evening. He was fully prepared for the likely outcome that they would both dump him. That was what he deserved for not having the fortitude to be faithful. Though frankly, being dumped was the easy way out. If they both still wanted him, he would have to choose and that was the thing he dreaded more than anything. He had all day to mull it over, to decide pre-emptively who he would choose if it came to that, but he had made no progress. It was an impossible choice.

Sam flinched as the doorbell shook him out of his troubled thoughts. The moment of judgement had come. He stood up and took a deep breath to steel his nerves, with little success. Then he opened the front door, trying not to let his fear show on his face.

It was Tanya who stood on his doorstep. She was dressed in a snug white button-up shirt, a knee-length pencil skirt, pantyhose, and black pumps with a modest heel. It was her work outfit, not surprising since he called her in on a weekday evening. “Hey there. I’ve missed you,” she said with a sultry smile, before stepping up close and leaning in for a kiss.

He accepted the kiss on instinct, enjoying the touch of her full, soft lips. Then it occurred to him that they were in plain view, so he broke away as quickly as he could without seeming suspicious. The last thing he wanted was for Emily to walk into the hallway at that moment and see them kissing. He wanted to at least break the news on his own terms. “Welcome. Come on in.”

He shepherded her inside and closed the door. She hung her purse on the coat rack and took a seat on the couch, looking far too graceful and ladylike for the mundane décor of his apartment. “Is there any reason you called me in at this time? You were quite specific.”

He sat down on the far side of the couch. He really wanted to sit right next to her and put his arm around her, but he had to abstain. “There’s, um, something I have planned. But we’ll have to wait a bit before I can show you.”

There was a moment of silence as she looked at him with those big brown eyes. He felt like she could see right through him, like she could somehow read his infidelity right from his forehead. “Okay. No problem. I can wait.”

She took a moment to tidy her windswept hair, making no further attempt at conversation. She could probably tell that he wasn’t in the mood for small talk and for that he was thankful. Even so, it only took a few seconds of waiting for his mind to flood with worries. What if Emily was delayed? How long would he have to keep Tanya waiting, refusing to tell her why she was here? What would he say if she started asking questions?

Thankfully, his worries were interrupted by another ring of the doorbell. It made him spring to his feet like a dog who had spotted a squirrel. Tanya threw him a surprised look from her place on the couch, so he cleared his throat and tried to act calm. “That, um, must be the thing we’re waiting for.”

With his heart pounding in his chest, he walked to the door and opened it. Emily was on the other side. She was back to her normal attire – a red crop top, skinny jeans, and ankle boots – with her hair once again tied into two buns by red ribbons. “Hey, hey,” she cooed while stepping in close for a kiss.

This time he was prepared and stopped her with a gentle hand on her chest. “Hey. We have company.”

She blinked at him. “Oh, um, right. I’ll behave.”

He stepped away from the door and gestured inside. “Come on in.”

Emily took two steps into the apartment, then halted in place when she saw Tanya. A tense silence fell over the room as the two women looked at each other. For a fleeting moment, Sam felt like he was looking at two rival tigers about to pounce each other in a nature documentary. Then they both turned their heads and looked at him with eyes that said why is she here?

It took all the willpower he had not to physically cringe at their piercing gazes. He slowly closed the door, feeling somehow afraid of making any sudden noises. “As you can see, I, um, need to talk to you two about something. Can you please take a seat, Emily?”

She silently obeyed. Instead of going for the couch, she grabbed a chair from the dinner table, turned it around to face him, and sat down. “Do tell.” she said in a let’s-get-this-over-with tone.

One way or another, the girls clearly understood what was going on. There weren’t a whole lot of potential explanations for this. But he had already rehearsed what he was going to say, so he might as well stick with that. “So, um, there’s something I need to admit. Last weekend, I happened to have a date lined up with both of you. And, although I didn’t specifically intend to, I… slept with both of you.” He sucked in his breath, anticipating some kind of rebuke.

Both girls silently looked at each other, then back to him. After a few seconds, Tanya broke the silence. “When you had sex with her. Was that Friday, or…?”

Sam’s shoulders sank. “It was Sunday.” After I had sex with you and promised to marry you.

Tanya pursed her lips. “Hm. Okay,” she said coldly.

There was another uncomfortable silence, until Emily spoke up. “Okay, so, obviously cheating isn’t cool. But… I did come at you pretty hard on Sunday, so… If someone is to blame, it should be me.”

Her martyrdom was strangely heart-warming. “You don’t have to take the blame, Emily. I should have been mature enough not to give into temptation.”

“Look, this is awkward,” Tanya interjected. “But people sleep around all the time. I’m willing to accept that you weren’t officially in a relationship with either of us and write this off as the escapades of a bachelor.”

Feeling a spark of hope in his chilly heart, Sam looked expectantly from Tanya to Emily. The blonde nodded slowly. “I can agree with that.”

“But,” Tanya continued. “Now that the cat is out of the bag, you have to choose.”

His heart sank right back down. He had progressed from a difficult situation to an impossible one. “I don’t know if I can. I… I think I’m in love with you both.” It felt weird to admit, but saying it made him feel all the more certain that it was true. “But… maybe I don’t have to be the one who chooses. We had unprotected sex in both cases. If one of you is pregnant, that’s the one I’ll marry.”

Tanya threw a look at Emily that seemed to say really?, then turned back to Sam. “So, letting fate decide. Fair enough. That is, admittedly, what I bargained for.”

Emily crossed her arms and leaned back in her chair. “Ok, so, how do I know she’s not going to hop on your dick again as soon as I leave? To increase her chances?”

Tanya rolled her eyes. “Really, you don’t trust me to play fair?”

There was an angry orange sheen in Emily’s green eyes. “No, I don’t. You haven’t exactly played fair so far.”

Tanya turned to face her. “Well, how do I know you’re not going to do it as soon as I turn my back? Evidently it’s already been on your mind.”

“Girls, please,” Sam sighed. The prospect of these women getting into a catfight for the right to date him was oddly flattering, but he didn’t want to do that to them. “If we agree to have no further intimacy until we can determine who is and isn’t pregnant, then we’ll have a solution to this mess.”

Tanya looked at him with a hint of amusement. “Honey, I appreciate the sentiment, but you don’t have a very good track record right now.”

He slumped as the shame welled up again. She was right, he wasn’t one to talk.

“By the way,” said Emily. “I don’t know what the chances of this are, but what if we’re both pregnant? Then we’ll be a few weeks further with still no solution.”

Tanya raised her eyebrows. “Well… Our community always sides with what is best for the children, right? If we happen to both be pregnant, theoretically, you would be justified in marrying us both. Polygamy is frowned upon but not forbidden.”

Sam cringed at the thought of having to make that case to the wizards’ authorities. On the other hand, the thought of standing at the altar with Emily on one arm and Tanya on the other, both dressed in bridal gowns… it made his heart pound loudly in his chest. “I… suppose that’s true. But that’s a big if.”

Tanya wound a lock of auburn hair around her finger. “Well, it’s not that big of an if. We can make a double pregnancy happen if we want to.”

Emily’s cheeks flushed red. “Tanya! That’s obscene!”

Tanya chuckled. “What part of this isn’t obscene? We’re already fighting over Sam’s cock. We might as well be obscene in a make-love-not-war kind of way, no?”

“I… Well…” Emily clenched her hands together while looking down at the floor. “If it ensures that I get to be with Sam, then… I might be willing to share.”

Tanya looked back to Sam with a naughty smile. “You heard her. What do you think? Are you okay with letting us share?”

His face flushed red hot. He was much more than okay with it. It sounded like a dream come true. But it also seemed like a totally unreasonable thing to ask of them. “That seems… lovely. But I can’t expect you two to settle like that. It’s not fair.”

Tanya smiled warmly. “That’s very considerate of you. But it’s only settling if we feel about it that way. Personally, well, Emily and I got off on the wrong foot, but she is a sweet girl and very beautiful. I think sharing with her seems rather fun.” She turned to Emily. “What do you think?”

She continued averting her eyes. “I… I don’t know what to say. This is all too new to me.”

Tanya leaned on the armrest of the couch, to get a bit closer to the blushing blonde. “Let me be more blunt. Are you into girls at all?”

Emily looked up, her face now red as a tomato. “I’m not sure, I- I’ve never really thought about it. But… I do think you’re very beautiful as well.”

Tanya’s naughty smile widened. “Okay, so that’s a maybe. How about this then: you, me, and Sam have a threesome, to see what it’s like. If we all like it, we can both marry him. If not, we find a different solution.”

Emily chewed on her bottom lip while she thought for a moment. “That’s so lewd, but… it does sound kind of fun. I’ll do it.”

Tanya turned to Sam. “We’re both in, then. What about you?”

He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Was this a dream? If it was, he really hoped that he wouldn’t wake up too soon. “Um, yeah, I’m in. That sounds wonderful.”

“Great.” Tanya rose to her feet and approached him. “Then, if you don’t mind, you still owe me a proper kiss.” She wrapped her arms around his waist and kissed him, assertively pushing her tongue into his mouth. Caught by surprise, he instinctively embraced her in return and caressed her eager tongue with his own.

“Hey, don’t start without me!” Emily yelped. She hurried from her chair and hugged him from the side, trying to somehow wedge herself into the action.

Feeling her body needily pressing against him, he removed one arm from Tanya’s waist and wrapped it around Emily’s instead, embracing the two women at once. His cock throbbed in his jeans as he felt two pairs of breasts pressing against his chest. He exchanged a few more laps and swirls of the tongue with Tanya before pulling away from her. Then, running on lustful instinct, he leaned down to kiss Emily instead. The blonde kissed him with just as much enthusiasm and just as much tongue. While he enjoyed her eager mouth, he let his hands wander down from the girls’ waists to their butts, gently squeezing them through the fabric of their clothing. Tanya’s was full and plump while Emily’s was firm and toned, but both were lovely. He heard Tanya chuckle in response, then felt her placing a series of soft kisses on his neck.

After a lengthy kiss with Emily, he pulled away from her and returned to Tanya, whose loving mouth welcomed him right back. While they occupied each other, Emily took to kissing his neck instead. Increasingly intoxicated with lust, he switched between them a few more times, quicker than before. He desperately wanted to taste both of them at once, but given the impossibility of that, he was quite happy taking turns. Even with his eyes closed, the two girls were clearly different. Tanya’s lips were fuller and her tongue more gentle, while Emily had softer lips and used her tongue more assertively.

Eventually, he reluctantly pulled away from Emily’s lips to take a deep breath. He wanted to continue, but in his intense focus on kissing he had deprioritised breathing and his lungs were screaming at him to stop. As he caught his breath, with his heart pounding in his throat, he looked down at the two beautiful women in his arms. They looked up at him with red cheeks and lustful eyes. It only now dawned on him that this was really happening. He had fantasized a few times about having a threesome with two women, but he had never expected it to come true. Frankly, he had fully expected that this shared kiss would end with him opening his eyes and finding himself alone in his bed. But no, the girls were both still there. He squeezed their lovely butts again, one in each hand, to remind himself just how real they were.

“This is… amazing,” he sighed. He wanted to say something more clever than that, maybe something romantic, but his brain wasn’t cooperating.

“It sure is,” Tanya purred. She released her embrace with Sam and turned to face her romantic rival. “Hey, Emily.”

The cute blonde released the embrace as well, though with some reluctance, and turned to face the brunette. “Yeah?”

Tanya wrapped her arms around Emily’s waist and pulled up close against her. “Can I?”

Emily blinked at her with wide eyes. “Oh, um… okay?”

That was enough for Tanya, who leaned in and kissed her. Emily raised her hands as if to defend herself and froze in that position for a few seconds. Then she embraced Tanya in return while humming contently into the kiss. Even with both girls assumedly wearing bras, there was a wonderful amount of squishing and bulging as their breasts pushed together. Tanya soon parted her lips to start a French kiss and Emily was quick to accept it, rubbing their tongues together in an unexpectedly intimate sapphic embrace.

Sam’s cock strained painfully against the confines of his jeans as he admired the lovely sight. He wasn’t above the occasional lesbian fantasy, but even at his horniest he would never be ambitious enough to picture the two of them in that position. It would seem disrespectful to picture two women he knew and adored in such a lewd way. But now he didn’t have to imagine; it was right in front of him. The girls made out for a long minute or two while Sam patiently observed them, shamelessly groping their lovely butts in the process.

Eventually, Tanya released her grip and pulled away from the kiss, leaving Emily with a shy smile on her face. “How was that?” she purred.

Emily bit her bottom lip and nodded her head. “That was… really nice. You’re a really good kisser.”

“So are you.” Tanya placed another quick kiss on her cheek, then turned back to Sam. “Anyways, let’s not neglect our sweet boyfriend. Shall we go to the bedroom?”

He couldn’t help but admire Tanya’s casual confidence in such an unusual situation. “Yes, let’s do that.” He let go of their shapely butts and took their hands instead, one each. Like that, he guided the two beautiful women into his bedroom. Once inside, he swiftly closed the curtains and turned on the nightstand lamp, casting the room in a romantic dim light. He looked at his bed for a moment, feeling self-conscious that he didn’t have a bigger one to better accommodate the three of them. Then he turned back to the girls. “So… we all undress?”

The two girls exchanged a look with him and with each other, then nodded. In silent agreement, all three of them started taking off their clothes. Sam and Emily did it manually, while Tanya summoned her shadowy hands to do the work.

Halfway through pulling down her skinny jeans, Emily froze in place to stare at Tanya. “Wait, that’s your spirit?”

“Uh-huh,” Tanya responded as several small hands deftly undid the buttons of her shirt. “Handy, don’t you think?”

“It’s a little creepy.” Emily hopped awkwardly on one leg to pull her foot from the tight grip of her jeans. “But pretty cool too.”

Soon they were all stripped down to their underwear. Tanya’s pantyhose were actual pantyhose this time. “If I’d known that you’d call me over I would’ve put on my stockings. But alas,” she mused as she rolled them down.

With only his boxers left, Sam halted his own undressing to watch the girls. In tandem, two bras were removed, revealing two lovely pairs of breasts, one full and perky, the other plump and heavy. Then two panties came off as well, revealing two inviting little slits, decorated by neat blonde and brown pubes. The sight of two beautiful naked women standing before him, right there in his bedroom, was a lot to process.

“Hey, don’t keep us waiting,” Emily said as she nervously shuffled up close to him. “Show us.”

Sam shook his head to clear his thoughts and took a deep breath to steel his nerves. Then he pulled down his boxers, letting his erect cock spring free to stand tall and eager before the two girls. They had both seen it before, but even so it felt like a meaningful reveal. He certainly had never exposed himself in front of multiple women.

Emily giggled joyfully as soon as she saw it. Right away, she grabbed it with two hands and started stroking it, up and down across the length, while looking up at him with a big naughty smile. “I’ve never done this part before. Does it feel good?”

While Tanya’s hands had been gentle and skilful, Emily’s were more forceful, jerking him off with vigorous strokes. He didn’t mind at all; his cock ached to be touched and she was giving it exactly what it wanted. “Feels great.” He reached out with both hands to caress her breasts, kneading the soft flesh as her stiff nipples prodded into his palms.

Tanya walked up alongside Emily and reached down to cup Sam’s balls, caressing and kneading his heavy sack in her palm. As soon as she was in reach, he moved one hand from Emily’s breast to Tanya’s, enjoying the contrast as he caressed them both. Emily’s orbs were soft but firm, while Tanya’s were so doughy that the flesh bulged out between his fingers when he squeezed down on them. His cock throbbed forcefully under the assault of three loving hands. “That’s even better.”

Tanya grinned as she looked at Emily. “Sam, what did you do to this innocent girl to make her so eager for your cock? You didn’t enchant her, did you?”

“Shut up,” Emily said playfully. “I just like the way it feels, okay? In my hands and… in my pussy.”

Tanya’s free hand wandered down to caress Emily’s butt. “How about in your mouth?”

Emily cooed in surprise as she felt Tanya’s playful squeeze. “I’ve never tried that.”

“You’re missing out, it’s so much fun. Do you wanna get on our knees and suck his cock together?”

Emily chuckled. “Tanya, that’s so porny. But…” She swayed her head left and right in thought. “I’ll do it.”

“Great.” Tanya looked up at Sam with a sultry smile. “You wanna sit down?”

He had a feeling that if he didn’t sit down, the ensuing events might make him pass out from excitement. “Yeah, let’s do it on the bed.”

“Sure. Hold on a second.” Tanya let go of his aching balls and turned to the bed. Four shadowy hands snaked out from around her feet, lifted up the blanket, folded it into a long strip, and lay it on the floor at the foot of the bed, creating a cushion large enough for both girls to rest their knees on. “That’s for our comfort.”

After Emily reluctantly let go of his cock, Sam sat down on the edge of the bed, spreading his legs. The two girls got down on their knees in front of him, crowding around his member. The lewd view alone already made him throb.

Emily looked down at it with twinkling eyes. “How do we start?”

Tanya leaned down and placed a kiss on the tip, evoking another throb. “Just follow my lead and do what feels natural. Just be careful not to use your teeth, that’s the big pitfall.” She placed a few more kisses along the side of his shaft, trailing down.

“Okay. Here I go.” She also leaned in and kissed the tip, then cooed in delight when it throbbed for her. “That’s good, right? When it jerks like that?”

It almost felt wrong to make such a cute girl do something so lewd. Almost. “Yeah, that’s good.”

Emily showed him a nervous grin, then leaned back down to place kisses along the shaft as well. By that time, Tanya had reached the base, where she paced a final kiss on his heavy sack. Then she returned to the head, wrapped her lips around it, and trailed her slick tongue across the sensitive skin in slow circles. It was the same practiced method she had used the first time, but it felt no less wonderful on revisit. Once the head was slick with her saliva, she started bobbing up and down, swallowing his cock inch by inch as she stroked her lips and tongue across the shaft. Meanwhile, Emily finished kissing the base and sat up to see Tanya doing her work. She watched with wide eyes as the brunette pushed all the way down, burying her nose in Sam’s pubes to make his cock disappear entirely inside her mouth. She held it there for a few seconds, making Sam groan in pleasure as he throbbed against the confines of her throat. Then she pulled out all at once, releasing her lips from the shaft with an audible pop.

“Gosh, you taste so good,” she purred before licking her lips. “But I shouldn’t be too greedy. Your turn.” She gave Emily’s breast a playful squeeze.

Emily took a nervous breath. “There’s no way I’ll do this as well as you, but… here I go.”

She wrapped her lips around the slick head and shifted around to feel out the fit. Her teeth scraped against his skin at first, but she quickly adjusted so only her lips and tongue made contact. Then she started slowly bobbing her head up and down, just like Tanya had done moments earlier. While she sucked him off, she looked up at him with big green eyes, pleading for assurance.

Her mouth didn’t feel much different from Tanya’s, not physically, but the transition from one to the other filled him with burning lust. His hands clutched at the mattress as he bucked his hips, thrusting a little deeper into her eager mouth. “That’s good, Emily. You’re doing well.”

Her eyes squinted in a way that implied she would be smiling if not for his cock in her mouth. Seemingly emboldened by his words, she sped up her bobbing motion, taking his shaft in deeper and deeper. She made it almost all the way down, with only about an inch left to go. Then she suddenly released a strained grunt as her throat clenched down around the head of his cock. She quickly pulled back, releasing his cock entirely, and turned her head away to cough and clear her throat. “Sorry,” she said bashfully after regaining her composure. “I went too hard. I hope that wasn’t too obscene to look at.”

Sam reached over to caress her cheek. “It’s okay, it happens. It felt great anyways.”

Tanya kissed her on the other cheek. “Don’t worry, it took me some practice to control my gag reflex too. Anyways, my turn.”

She picked up where she had left off, bobbing her lips and tongue across his eager shaft, making him throb against the warm, wet comfort of her mouth. He put his hand on the back of her head, running his fingers through her rich auburn hair while she pleasured him. Meanwhile, Emily watched her intently, probably studying her technique. After a minute or so, Tanya released his cock and yielded to Emily, who promptly continued sucking it in her place. She was more cautious this time, not trying to take it all the way in. That was fine by him, because her caressing lips and tongue felt wonderful either way. With his free hand, he carefully undid the red ribbons keeping her buns in place. Those were cute, but he craved the sensation of running his fingers through her hair. With both ribbons undone, her blonde locks tumbled down around her shoulders. He placed his hand on the back of her head as well, feeling like a king as he caressed his two beautiful lovers.

The girls took turns sucking him off for some time. Due to her less refined technique, Emily’s mouth didn’t feel as intense, but that was actually quite nice. It gave him some respite from Tanya’s intense treatment, allowing him to last longer without having to stop the pleasure completely. While one of the girls took her turn sucking, the other placed playful kisses on his thighs and his heavy balls, further intensifying the pleasure. He found himself wishing that he had endless stamina, so he could enjoy this heavenly treatment for hours and hours. But of course, that sobering feeling of rising tension soon crept up on him, heralding his approaching orgasm. He considered saying nothing and letting it happen. Spraying his cum all over these lovely girls was an appealing prospect. But no, there was one thing he desired more than that: to give them both a big, oozing cream pie. For that, he had to save his seed.

Emily was the one currently sucking, so he grabbed a handful of her hair and gently pulled her up. “That’s enough, girls. I need a break before I make a mess.”

Emily obeyed by pulling his slick cock from her loving mouth. Then she looked up at him with a big red-faced grin. “You taste so good, Sam.”

“I told you this was fun,” Tanya purred. She crawled onto the bed, past Sam, and lay down on her back. “While you cool down, would you like to play with our pussies?”

Sam held still a bit longer, waiting for the pressure in his loins to ebb away. “Gladly. I’m not sure I can do you both at once though.”

There was a twinkle in Emily’s eye as she crawled onto the bed as well. “I think you could, with the right position.” She lay down on her back next to Tanya, then spread and raised up her legs, exposing her pussy. “Like this?”

“Emily, you’re so lewd,” Tanya cooed lovingly while taking up the same pose. The two of them occupied the full width of the bed, so there wasn’t a lot of space for spreading, but they made it fit by holding up their legs in a raised position.

Sam climbed onto his knees on the bed and looked down at the lovely sight. Two pussies were presented to him, one decorated with blonde pubes, the other with auburn. He reached out, one hand to each, and ran his fingers across their slits. They were hot and slick to the touch, and as he parted their outer lips he could see their inner folds glistening in the dim light. He cautiously tried to push two fingers each inside and was pleasantly surprised as they easily slid in knuckle deep. Even Emily, who had needed so much warm-up before, was sopping wet. Knowing what she was getting into made it easier to get into the mood, he imagined. Once inside, he hooked his fingers upward and started massaging both girls’ G-spots. The tried-and-true technique did not disappoint, as they both arched their backs and cooed happily.

Meanwhile, Tanya wrapped her arm around Emily’s shoulders and snuggled a bit closer against her. “You like that, Sam?” she purred as she looked up at him. “Making us both squirm? Having two girls who are so fucking wet all for you?”

Her words made him throb so hard that he feared he might climax spontaneously. It would be a beautiful sight to spray his cum all over them as they lay posed like that, but he was still glad it didn’t happen. He wanted more time to enjoy this. “I love it,” he growled as he pushed more firmly on their G-spots, making both girls moan and buck their hips.

“Who are you gonna fuck first, Sam?” Emily cooed. “I’m ready for it.”

“Yeah,” Tanya added. “Your fingers are lovely, but we really want your cock.”

His cock throbbed eagerly as it loomed over the two girls. He was back to making difficult decisions, but it was much more fun this time. He looked over their faces as he considered who to choose. Tanya’s eyes were playful, Emily’s were pleading. He desired them both equally, but Emily seemed more likely to be jealous if he made her go second. So he made the diplomatic choice.

He pulled his fingers from their pussies, all slick and shiny, then crawled up between Emily’s legs, planting his hands next to her shoulders. “I’ll do Emily first. Sorry, Tanya.”

Tanya chuckled. “It’s okay. This will be fun to watch.”

Emily showed a giddy smile as she wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his chest. “I can’t believe my second time will be for an audience,” she giggled.

“Ooh, you took her virginity? You stud,” Tanya purred as she reached up and caressed his hair.

Feeling overwhelmed by their affection but still wanting more, Sam lined up his cock against Emily’s slick folds and gently pushed inside. It easily slid all the way into the snug, wet comfort of her pussy, making her hum contently. Then he started a slow thrusting motion, plunging his shaft repeatedly into her tunnel, sending waves of pleasure through his body as the sensitive head stroked against her fleshy walls. Emily let out a soft moan with every thrust and soon he was doing the same. He considered lowering his upper body down on top of her, to cuddle up against her and kiss her, but he decided that he liked the view too much. Not only could he look down at Emily’s lovely face and breasts as he fucked her, but also at Tanya right beside her. He raised one hand off the mattress, unsteadily supporting himself on the other, and started greedily groping both of their breasts. A few loving squeezes for Emily, then a few for Tanya, then back to Emily, then back to Tanya.

As he paced himself, careful not to thrust too quickly, he considered how to continue. The responsible thing to do, he thought, would be to keep fucking Emily and make her climax. But there was something he eagerly, desperately wanted to try first. “Hey Tanya,” he grunted between thrusts. “Can I switch to you?”

“Oh, you’re such a pervert,” she cooed lovingly. “Of course you may.”

After a few more thrusts, he pulled his cock free from Emily’s pussy. If it wasn’t already slick and shiny with both girls’ saliva, it would now be anyways thanks to Emily’s abundant fluids. She looked faintly disappointed at his withdrawal, but that was soon replaced by a look of curiosity as she watched him mount Tanya. He took up the same position between Tanya’s legs, lined up his cock, and gently thrust it in. Her pussy welcomed him just as warmly as Emily’s. He let out a deep sigh of bliss as his balls pressed against her butt. Just like their mouths, their pussies didn’t feel much different physically, but the knowledge that he was fucking two girls side by side filled him with a rush of emotions. Lots of lust, lots of pride, a bit of shame for enjoying this so much. He felt like a king who had taken the two most beautiful maidens in the realm as his wives. And he loved it.

Tanya purred happily as she wrapped her legs around his waist. He continued the same thrusting motion as before, mingling his own soft moans with hers as his rock-hard cock and her sopping wet pussy pleasured each other. Once again, he used his free hand to grope at both girls’ breasts, sweeping his palm across all four lovely mounds, eager to feel more of the abundant soft flesh.

“Watching this is pretty hot,” Emily cooed as she reached up to caress Sam’s chest, running her fingers through his modest patch of chest hair. “Awaiting my turn as I watch you fuck her… it makes me all the more eager.”

Her words made his heart pound in his chest. He couldn’t believe that the girls were not only allowing this, but enjoying it. He fucked Tanya for short while, trying but struggling to pace himself. Then he pulled out, gaining a few seconds of respite from the pleasure as he looked down at his cock. First he had fucked Tanya while his cock was slick with Emily’s fluids. Now Tanya’s fluids stained his cock and he could bring this lewd act of debauchery full circle. He disentangled from Tanya and crawled back into Emily’s embrace, where he promptly thrust back inside of her. She cooed happily as she wrapped her legs around him once again and he continued riding her like he’d never stopped.

By now, he had become so drunk with lust that he was barely aware of how close or far his orgasm was. But as he was thinking of switching again, a powerful throb suddenly surged through his cock, threatening to blow his load. He quickly slowed down his thrusting, which made the tension partially ebb down. As fun as it was to alternate, he was certain to climax soon if he kept doing it. He had the tall order of satisfying two girls, so he really wanted to give at least one of them an orgasm before he got his own. He let go of Tanya’s plump breast and planted both hands on the mattress, focusing fully on the pace of his thrusts. “I’m gonna stick with you…” he panted between soft moans. “To make you come… alright?”

“Yes, please,” Emily moaned happily. “Your cock feels so good.”

“Shall I help?” Tanya purred. She closed her legs and rolled onto her side. Then she reached between Emily’s thighs and started caressing her pussy. While Sam’s cock plunged into her tunnel, Tanya’s fingertips massaged in a slow circle around her clit.

Emily’s breathing immediately became heavier and her moans more ragged. “Ooh… Tanya… that’s… good…”

As he eagerly thrust away, the important question that he had almost forgotten about popped into his mind. “Emily? Can I come inside?”

“Uh-huh,” she moaned while nodding her head.

“So we’re doing the double pregnancy thing?” Tanya said. “Sounds good to me.”

Sam didn’t have the peace of mind to respond any further. He was doing his best to pace his thrusts, nice and slow, but his impending orgasm was quickly creeping up on him again. He considered pulling out to buy more time, but he wasn’t sure if he could bring himself to do it at this point. Thankfully, due to Tanya’s caressing fingers, Emily seemed to be just as much of a horny mess as he was. If only he could hold out a little bit longer…

A few moments later, Emily released a long, strangled moan while her pussy clenched down on his cock. Feeling relieved, he finally allowed himself to thrust forcefully inside of her. After all the holding back, that final stroke was all he needed, causing a burst of sperm to explode from his cock, right into her womb. They both froze up as they came together. Sam released blast after blast of fertile seed into her body, while Emily squirted her hot, fragrant fluids all over his pubes and balls and mattress. His orgasm was even longer and harder than the others he had over the past weekend, something he hadn’t thought possible until now. But it did ultimately come to a slow, oozing finish.

When his muscles loosened up, his arms felt weak, unable to hold himself up much longer. He sluggishly lowered himself down on top of Emily, snuggling up close against her, so that her breasts pushed against his chest. Then he engaged her in a slow, sensual kiss. For a long moment, their tongues danced together in comfortable silence. Then he pulled away from her lips and looked down in satisfaction at her beautiful blushing face.

“Sam?” she said softly. “I love you.”

Those words filled him with a warm bliss that rivalled the pleasure of his orgasm. “I love you too,” he answered truthfully, before giving her another lengthy kiss. Then he finally disentangled from her embrace and pulled his tender cock from the grip of her pussy. A thick drop of cum oozed from her slit right after it, to patter down onto the wet mattress. A beautiful sight. “And Tanya…” He leaned over to give the brunette a kiss as well, quicker but with just as much tongue. “Thanks for the help. It was needed.”

“I figured as much. But no worries, I was looking for an excuse to touch Emily’s pussy anyways.” She playfully kissed the blonde on the cheek, making her giggle. “I must say, you’ve been holding yourself well under the affections of two girls.”

He took a deep breath, still in disbelief that this wasn’t a dream. Probably. “I’m glad you think so. I had a few close calls.”

She cupped his balls and massaged them with her palm. They were a bit tender, but her touch still felt wonderful. “I hope you can muster enough seed for another round. You have to make sure we’re both pregnant, remember?”

He gently squeezed her plump breast in return. “Of course. I wouldn’t dream of calling it a day now. But I do need a moment to recover.”

“Hey, um, sorry to interrupt the sexy talk,” Emily interjected. “But if we’re gonna do more on this bed, we may need to clean up a bit.”

She was right, of course, so Sam took a quick detour to the bathroom to grab two towels, one to cover the wet stain on the bed and one for Emily to wipe the stray cum off her thighs. Then there was a moment of deliberation as they considered how to continue. He decided to lay down on his back on the bed, prompting the two girls to snuggle up on either side of him, resting their heads on his shoulders as he wrapped his arms around them. The bed was just barely big enough to hold all three of them, as long as they were snuggled close together. The warm softness of their bodies, especially the way their breasts pressed against the sides of his chest, was both comforting and arousing.

For a long while, they took turns kissing. Mostly, the girls took turns kissing him, but occasionally they exchanged a kiss between the two of them. It was fascinating to see how quickly they had taken a liking to each other, given that, as far as he knew, they were only casual acquaintances before this. Not that he could blame them; they were both so very beautiful, after all. While they took their time making out, they all idly fondled each other. Sam had his arms wrapped around the girls’ backs, so he mainly caressed their slender waists, occasionally reaching down to give their lovely butts a squeeze. Meanwhile, the girls wandered around with their hands, caressing his chest and thighs, and occasionally each other’s breasts.

Initially, they refrained from fondling his cock and balls. It seemed that they didn’t want to rush him into getting it back up, which was for the best. After how thoroughly Emily’s pussy had drained him, it would take more than some impatient jerking to recover. However, as they kissed and cuddled, his cock did gradually return to life, swelling bigger and bigger, until eventually it stood erect and throbbing once again.

When Tanya noticed that he was back to full mast, she wrapped her hand around it and slowly stroked up and down across the shaft. “Looks like you’re ready for my pussy,” she purred. “Shall I ride you?”

Sam happily bucked his hips against her caressing grip. “Yes, please.”

She looked at his shaft and pursed her lips. “I’m still wet, but your cock has dried up a bit. Emily, would you mind lubricating it for us?”

The blonde blinked at her for a moment before she understood the implication. “Oh! Um, yeah, gladly.” She pulled away from his embrace to sit up, then leaned down to bring her face to his cock. Without further ado, she wrapped her lips around the head and slid the shaft into her mouth, engulfing all but the last inch. She bobbed her head up and down a few times, making him throb as her lips and tongue caressed his member. Then she pulled it out all at once, leaving it slick and shiny with her saliva. “Like that?”

Tanya sat up as well. “That’s wonderful, thank you.”

While Emily lay back down, Tanya clambered on top of Sam, straddling him. Planting her knee on Emily’s side almost forced the blonde off the edge of the bed, which they all had a chuckle about while Sam and Tanya shuffled to the side to give her some more space. Tanya grabbed his cock and gave it some preparatory strokes. Then she raised her hips, lined up his member with her pussy, and lowered herself upon it, smoothly sliding it all the way inside of her. She hummed happily as she swayed her hips left to right, grinding his cock around inside of her.

He placed one hand on her hip and one on her plump breast. “Take it easy, okay? I want to make you come as well.”

She gently planted her hands on his chest for support. “I will, don’t worry. Last time I hurried up to make sure you would come inside. Now I’m in it all for the fun.”

She started a slow riding motion, just as proficiently as before, plunging his cock repeatedly into the snug, wet embrace of her pussy. Her breasts swayed gently with the motion, one freely and the other within Sam’s palm. His cock was a bit less sensitive now, thanks to his earlier orgasm, which was quite nice. It allowed him to enjoy the ride without fear of coming any time soon.

“You make it look so effortless, Tanya,” Emily muttered as she looked on with big green eyes.

Tanya moaned softly as she plunged herself down with a bit more force. “I’ve had my fair share of practice.”

Emily cautiously raised a hand and cupped Tanya’s free breast. “I hope I can be as confident as you one day. I feel quite clumsy in all of this.”

Tanya reached over to grope Emily’s breasts in return. “You’ll get there. Besides, I think you’ve made Sam very happy already.”

“You have,” Sam added as he snuggled his cheek against her soft blonde hair.

She giggled happily. “Thanks, that means a lot.” Still gripping Tanya’s breast, she shifted her position and started kissing Sam’s neck. He moaned softly at the combined pleasure of Emily’s lips and Tanya’s pussy.

Tanya let go of Emily’s breasts to caress Sam’s hair. “Is it okay if I go faster? Can you take it?”

Not only was it okay, but with his cock slightly numbed, he was starting to crave more stimulation. “Yeah, go ahead.”

Tanya sped up her thrusts, making her breasts bounce more vigorously within the palms of Sam and Emily. Her occasional soft moans became louder and more frequent, mingling with the wet slapping sound of her plump butt descending against his lap. Sam found himself moaning along with her as the slick walls of her pussy stroked forcefully against the sensitive head of his cock.

Emily pulled her lips away from his neck and looked up at the brunette. “Hey Tanya, can I, um, help somehow? I’d caress your pussy, but I don’t think I can do it right when you’re in motion.”

Tanya looked down at her with a red-cheeked grin. “I’d love if you, ooh… sucked my nipples.”

There was a twinkle in Emily’s eye as she sat up. “Okay!”

Eager to see that lovely prospect, Sam let go of Tanya’s breast and placed both hands on her hips, gently assisting her riding motion. Emily took one plump breast in each hand and tried to hold them steady despite Tanya’s continuous bouncing. The big mounds were quite unwieldy for her petite hands, but she managed to hold them still enough to wrap her lips around one of the thick pink nipples. She then hummed as she greedily suckled on the stiff bud, pressing her nose into the soft flesh of her breast.

Tanya cooed happily as she put her hand on the blonde’s head and caressed her hair. “That’s good.”

Sam’s cock throbbed forcefully as he looked up at the lewd sight. The vigorous thrusting into Tanya’s pussy was starting to catch up with him, rousing the first inklings of an approaching orgasm. “Tanya…” he moaned. “How close are you?”

“Pretty close,” she panted between moans. “Just a little more.”

He took a deep breath as he grasped her hips more firmly. He couldn’t pace himself this time, that was all in Tanya’s control. All he could do was keep calm and try to resist the pleasure overwhelming him. He roamed his eyes all over the lovely sight in front of him, trying to focus on the view instead of the sensation, with limited success. There was a certain technique to Tanya’s riding motion, he noticed, a subtle rolling of the hips whenever she plunged herself down on him. Making sure that his cock hit just the right spot, he imagined.

As Tanya bounced relentlessly on his cock, Emily switched from one nipple to the other, evoking another eager coo. The tension in Sam’s loins was rising steadily now, slowed but not deterred by his attempt to focus. He wondered if he should warn her again, but perhaps she could see it on his face, because she spoke up first. “Just,” she moaned, each word accompanied by a thrust. “A. Little. Bit. More.”

Her timing was perfect, because the very next thrust was accompanied by a strangled moan and a powerful clench of her pussy. He moaned along with her as the squeeze drove up the pressure in his loins even further. Then came the second squeeze, accompanied by a gush of hot fluids, pouring all over his pubes and thighs and stomach. That pulled him over as well, making his fingers clench down on her hips as his cum exploded into her womb. He had less sperm to give than before, but he delivered it just as forcefully. Both of their bodies were frozen in ecstasy as they came, moaning and panting and bucking their hips in tandem. Then, almost at the same time, they both took a deep breath as their orgasms ended.

Emily pulled her lips away from Tanya’s slick nipple and looked at her expectantly. “That was it, right? Did I help?”

“Yes, you helped quite a bit. Thank you.” Tanya put both hands on the girl’s cheeks and pulled her in close for a tender kiss. When she let go, she lowered herself on top of Sam, resting her heavy breasts on his chest. “And you…” She kissed him as well, a slow, sensual kiss with lots of tongue. When their lips parted, her face lingered close, looking at him with big brown eyes. “I love you, Sam.”

It felt bizarre to hear two women saying that back-to-back. Bizarre but so very wonderful. He wrapped his arms around her and gave her a tight hug, nestling his head against her soft auburn hair. “I love you too, Tanya.”

After a long comfortable silence, Tanya pulled away from the embrace with an uncharacteristically bashful smile. Then she let his softened cock slip from her pussy and rolled onto the bed beside him. No cum oozed out this time. He didn’t have much to give after his first orgasm, of course. Still, with how deeply he had launched it into her womb, he had little doubt about its ability to impregnate. Without much conscious thought, he lay his hand on her belly, enjoying the touch of her warm skin and the implication of the child that would soon grow inside of her. When Emily lay down on his other side, he turned and did the same to her, making her smile radiantly.

He sighed happily as he wrapped his arms around both girls’ shoulders. “I guess I’ll be a father of two soon.”

Tanya lovingly caressed his chest. “Indeed. I’ll do everything I can to be a good wife and mother. I promise you won’t regret this.”

He chuckled sluggishly. “I already know I won’t. Don’t worry.”

Emily nuzzled her head against his neck. “I have to admit I’m nervous. But I’ve always wanted to be a mom and I’m so happy to have you as the dad. Plus, having two moms working together should make it a bit easier, right?”

Tanya reached over to caress Emily’s hair. “I think so, yeah. But hey, that part is still a ways off. We should worry about getting married first.”

Sam idly caressed their slender waists. “Yeah, I’ll have to take that up with the authorities. I’ll sound like a goon, but I’m certain they’ll approve it if we show proof of pregnancy. By the way, can I request one thing in advance?”

“Of course,” Emily cooed. “What is it?”

“We should try to get married as a trio, if possible. It’s probably easier for me to marry you girls one by one, but I don’t want either of you to feel like you’re my ‘second wife’, you know? Besides…” He felt his cheeks flushing as he imagined the implications. “I’d love to make our wedding night a threesome too.”

Tanya chuckled as she hugged closer against him. “You’re so sweet yet so lewd. But yeah, I’m up for that.”

Emily nodded her head with a shy smile. “That’s a deal.”

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