The New Girl, Ch. 13

 

Chapter 13: Double Trouble

 

Freya leaves me with a particularly bothersome erection, made worse for the fact that all of this oppressive lust is directed at her mischievous self.

Fuck, I can still smell her delicious dick on my face. The first time ever that she seems to actually manage some degree of restrain during one of my blowjobs, and she goes and twists the whole thing about to make a mockery of me. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!

I am not losing that load to Morgan. Sharing, well, that seems a given, because Mistress is on the warpath towards genuine self-affirmation, but I’ve done so much work. Craved the beautiful bronze-skinned blonde every waking moment of my days since we met, and now this? Teasing torment. And Jesus Christ, she’s so absurdly alluring when she acts like this.

While Freya showers, I go seeking her sister. Cum on the brain, but that of a specific Venyabildt, as much as the gorgeous goth herself possesses a particularly pleasant flavour of penile produce. I go to her room, just down the landing hallway from mine and Mistress’s, but there’s no answer. I try the handle, and it’s locked.

‘Is there something you need me for?’ Morgan says, appearing in our doorway, in a black dress and some black metal t-shirt which nonetheless highlights her excessively ample breasts. She smiles, lips ruby rimmed with black, the moment I turn to face her. ‘You look awfully flustered, sweet Tom. Can I help you?’

‘We need to talk,’ I say, marching in her direction, passing through the doorway beside her. Walking into the middle of mine and Freya’s room, before the big TV, I take a big inhale and soothe myself. ‘I…this is going to sound a bit dirty, but it’s serious.’

‘Dirty and serious are my favourite pastimes.’ The vampiric beauty comes up behind me and takes hold of my shoulders, slowly massaging them. ‘So tense, sweet Tom. What’s gotten you all worked up?’

I sigh loudly, shake my head. ‘I was so close to giving Freya a blowjob to completion, and then she pulled away. To…well, to punish me.’

Fuck, I’m surprised she doesn’t just burst into laughter. Morgan continues to tease at my upper back, her hands magical in their motions. Slow and steady circles, with fingers tipped in long, threatening nails of obsidian black. The older sister’s smells, her dark fruitiness and subtle sensuality, provoke a slight degree of salivation. My brain does, of course, associate her with the act of passionate cock worship and the consumption of jism.

‘She’s learning, it sounds like. You weren’t happy that she denied you?’

‘I mean, it was hot, but it was something else she added. Something involving you.’

‘Oh? Do tell.’

‘I…need to ask a favour.’

Instinct has my back arch as the gothic futanari slides her taloned hands across the fronts of my shoulders and pulls me against the front of her body, those truly tremendous tits especially warm and wonderful against my spine. Beneath her steady massaging I tremble, shiver like a fool, caught up in the captivating carnality of the eldest Venyabildt daughter.

‘Favours are for those that are owed them, sweet Tom. Last I checked, you gulped down my load out of free will, without any notion of repayment,’ Morgan says, teasing at my chest with a sharp nail. ‘Even that blowjob I promised you doesn’t really count, given that it’ll be on my terms. And I’m hardly going to trade-in that game for something of doubtlessly lesser value.’

‘You don’t even know what I want just yet,’ I say, turning my head to the side and meeting her pale and perfect gaze. ‘Freya…she said that she’s going to feed you the load I worked up. And…and well I wondered if…if we could maybe share?’

Morgan slips the tip of her tongue out and wets the inner rims of her lips, watching me with illicit intent. Her mouth forms a particularly smug kind of smirk, a dirtily delicious look that at once arouses and intimidates. As much as I am, more and more, becoming convinced of the gorgeous goth’s innocence when it comes to the worst worries Mistress once held, she’s nonetheless far scarier than even her father.

‘I’ll share, and in fact, I’ll openly encourage Blondie to incorporate you into our blowjob sessions, but you have to do something for me in return. And no, it’s not what you think, though it does involve the oral sex that we both so adore.’

Whatever Morgan’s thinking up, it has so powerful an effect on her lusts that her cock is already poking at my backside in anticipation. Her fat-headed futanari endowment lifts her skirt and presses a noticeable heat against me, as well as a heavy rhythmic pulsation that reverberates through her shaft. The obvious thing, the thing that I’d happily repeat again and again – especially with Mistress feeling less threatened – must hardly hold a candle to whatever she’s dreaming of.

‘What do you want, then?’

Morgan leans close, resting her chin against my shoulder. Smooch. She kisses my cheek and breaths hotly against my ear, reaching up to cup my jaw from below. ‘I want a double blowjob,’ she says. ‘I want my little sister to swallow down a batch of my seed, sweet Tom. And in return, you’ll never be left out of our sessions. Deal?’

I shake my head. What a fucking lunatic thought. How is anyone going to get Freya sucking dick, let alone the person she’s so set on dominating?!

‘I can’t tell her to do that,’ I say. ‘Mistress isn’t going to just go back on her domme progress for my sake, Morgan.’

The gorgeous goth chuckles, a rich and risqué sound. So effortlessly sexual, just like her sister, but dramatically more experienced in this theatre of titillation. ‘We’ll convince her, Tom, but I need your support to do so. You offer that support, you help me sway Blondie into blowing me, and even if it doesn’t work today, I’ll share with you. Simple as that.’

What a mad proposition. To do this thing, all for the sake of enjoying my Mistress and the thick virility of her balls, but in return I have to somehow manage to help Morgan sway her into doing something that seems, in the grand scheme of things, the last thing she’ll ever pursue? What the hell am I meant to do here?

‘That’s impossible. And fuck, what if she thinks I’m scheming against her?’

Morgan presses a hand upon my belly, pushes her big creamy breasts against the back of my head. ‘She won’t, because you’re not. Blondie might think that blowjobs are some intrinsic act of submission, but surely I’ve shown by now that such isn’t so,’ Morgan says, speaking lusty and low against my ear. Her breath is sweet, fruity, despite the darkness of her appearance. ‘Or do you think I am, at core, some little slut in need of a master?’

It's hard to think that while she’s in full control of things, dominating me here without being such a physical powerhouse as her sister is. And her words, too, aren’t exactly far from the truth. Even in the midst of loading her mouth with Freya’s cum, Morgan seemed no less her usual and somewhat terrifying self.

‘No, but…Mistress doesn’t see it that way.’

‘Which is why you’re going to help me change her mind.’ Smooch. Morgan kisses my cheek, inhales my smells in a way that provokes a distinct disturbance in my groin. ‘All I want is to open Blondie’s eyes to the pleasure of switching things up, and abandoning her outdated notions of master and slave with reference to her equals. All I want is to drop one of my loads – and you know their quality first-hand – right across her tastebuds.’ The gorgeous goth chuckles, the sound utterly oozing perversion. ‘And think about it on your end, Tom. If Freya’s open to sucking me off, and I show her just how I intend to go about blowing you…you might find a new pleasure in being made to suffer from those lips you so adore.’

‘You said…said that futanaris aren’t meant to submit to men.’

‘I did, and I mean it. We’ll never be yours to command,’ Morgan says. That hand on my stomach dips lower, takes firm hold of my manhood. ‘But picture this, if you’d be so kind: you, sitting on a chair beside my beanbag, tied up and unable to do anything but squeal and beg.’ As she speaks, as my head creates the image, my cock aches all the fiercer. ‘Every now and then I might want to enjoy myself by sucking your dick, but it’ll be on my terms. Perhaps it'll take an hour. Perhaps it’s going to take half the day. Because every time I think you’re going to pop – and you know, as well, how talented I am with my lips – I’ll get back to my game, and forget all about you. And all the begging in the world won’t cause me to empty those balls any faster, much as we both want, on some level, to see you cum.’

‘Ugh.’

I shiver, and groan, as she begins to stroke me through my trousers. ‘Sounds wonderful, doesn’t it?’

‘Y-eah. It does.’

Mwah. Morgan kisses my neck, continuing to tug on me. ‘Now imagine Blondie doing the same. Or both of us, at once. Playing one of our games, inventing rules with which to torment you. Working out a single load from those handsome nuts of yours over hours, two beautiful Venyabildts torturing that pretty prick until you cum utter buckets in one of our mouths…’

Freya, thankfully, saves me. Fuck, it’d be the most embarrassing thing in the world to cum just from her touching the shape of my shaft from outside of my clothes.

‘What are you two up to?’ Mistress says, stepping into the room. Showered, and in a bathrobe, her natural beauty presents an ever-alluring contrast to her sister’s made-up majesty. ‘Oh. Did Tom come up to beg you to let him share that load of mine he’s worked so hard for?’ She chuckles, playfully cruel, and rolls her brilliant blue eyes. ‘Well, Morgan? Did you agree?’

‘Unfortunately not,’ Morgan says, releasing me at last. ‘He sadly has so little to offer me, beyond sucking my cock again. And we both know that’s not a thing to be traded for.’

Well, not the way around which she’s referring to, clearly. It’s odd how I’m struck by a faint awkwardness, turning to Mistress with my hands covering the prominence in my trousers induced by the machinations of her sister. Freya only grins, lust alive and well in her eyes, and she practically undresses me with a gaze.

‘Hands away, slut,’ Mistress says, wetting her lips. ‘Don’t hide your shame from me, Tom.’

My cock, of course, only swells all the fiercer with her talking to me like that. And, at the same time, any hope of fulfilling Morgan’s deal seems that much more distant. Freya Venyabildt ogles me like meat, part of the performance – especially dialled up in the presence of her sister – and seems ever so much clearer in terms of the person she’s seeking to become. God, she’s sex on legs without being so effortlessly in control, but now I’m struck with some hint of that same vibe I get from Morgan, that low-grade fearful arousal that stems from being at the mercy of this wonderfully wicked woman.

‘Are you ready for today’s practice?’ Morgan says, folding her arms beneath her massive milky-white breasts. ‘It must be having quite the positive result already, given what sweet Tom told me in the midst of his begging.’

Mistress laughs, grins gorgeously. ‘Well, I’ve always been a fast learner. Your little tricks work wonders.’ Freya shuts the door and pulls at the cord of the bathrobe, happily slipping out of it. ‘Where do you want me, Morgan? Tom’s made sure that I’ve got a particularly heavy load, just for lucky old you.’

Morgan wets her lips, and reaches for me without looking. She gives my cock a firm squeezing, paying especial attention to the swollen tip. ‘I wanted to suggest a game of sorts, actually. Something to make this a little more interesting, given that you’re progressing so well.’

Freya shrugs her shoulders and goes to the sofa, wicked womanliness jiggling generously as she moves. She’s a feast for the eyes, in motion. Those big breasts and curvaceous hips pair with her plump firm buttocks, all of it complemented by her massive member swinging freely between her thighs, large loins bouncing about. Bronze and beautiful, Mistress cups my face and strokes my jaw as she passes by, winking as she seats herself in the very centre of the sofa before her wall-mounted TV.

‘I suppose that could be a fun way to mix things up, so long as you’re still going to suck me off,’ Mistress says, sighing. ‘I certainly wouldn’t want Tom to think he’s worked me up for nothing.’

The gorgeous goth releases me, giving me a guiding push towards the shelf beneath the television. ‘Get us the controllers, sweet Tom. We’ll play Street Fighter.’

Freya clicks her teeth. ‘I’m no good at it. Call of Duty has split-screen, so we’ll play that instead.’

The look Morgan gives me is tantamount to mischief personified. ‘Fine. Best of three. And what do you want if you win?’

‘When, dear sister.’ Freya exaggerates her smile as Morgan sits down beside her. ‘I want…I want you to be my cocksucker for a whole week, and not for training purposes.’

The elder Venyabildt chuckles softly. ‘A whole week? Is the hope that I’ll form a habit?’

It’s Freya who gives me the glance of cunning this time. ‘Perhaps. And what is it that you want, if you win?’

I pick up the controllers and turn back to the beautiful sisters just in time to witness their locked gaze, lust writ large on either perfect face. The sexual tension is obvious, that salacious spark burning bright in both pairs of blues. Freya wants to dominate her big sister, in some act of vengeance for past meddling. Morgan, however, wants to introduce her little sister to a world of pleasures outside of her comfort zone.

Each takes a controller from me without paying me any real notice, and I sit myself down on the opposite side of Freya just as Morgan wets her lips and says, with the dirtiest smile on her crimson-black lips, ‘I want you to give me a blowjob, Blondie. To completion. Just the one will do, however. I’m not quite so greedy as you are.’

The words seem to take a while to register, because for a long moment Mistress simply stares at her sister, facing away from me so that I can’t get a good look at the contortions of her face. She does this little gasp-chuckle, and then turns away from Morgan, towards the screen.

‘Pick something else,’ Freya says, turning on her controller and getting the Playstation’s home screen up. ‘I won’t do that.’

‘I thought you were certain to win this? Besides, it’s not much to ask. I’ve sucked you off, after all. I even let you cum in my mouth.’

Mistress’s dominant visage falters faintly, her cheeks growing fractionally flush. ‘That’s different. Pick something else.’

‘It’s not in the least,’ Morgan says. She shuffles up beside her younger sister, so that their thighs are brushing together. Creamy pale flesh against tan bronze, each voluptuous and vividly enticing. ‘Do you really think my interest here is dominating you?’

Music starts playing as the CoD menu screen comes up on the TV. Mistress hurriedly flicks through the options, getting a two-player game set up. A deathmatch, settings as minimalistic as possible, on a straightforward map. All for the sake of a brief tallying up of kills, to ensure a clear victor.

‘Just play the game, Morgan.’

‘So you’ll blow me if you lose?’

Freya sighs. ‘I’m not going to–’

‘Please, Mistress,’ I say, quickly interjecting. ‘You shouldn’t be worried. I believe in you, I know that you’ll win.’ Freya glances my way, lips pursed. Not unhappy with me, as such. In some weird way, not all that unhappy. ‘It’s going to be all the sweeter to beat Morgan fairly, right? Especially if she really wants to win herself.’

‘Why do you care?’

I wet my lips. ‘You can…add something to your side of the request, right?’

‘She can,’ Morgan says. Her smirk changes, infinitesimally, when her sister finds it. ‘Try me, Blondie.’

Mistress turns back to me. ‘What do you want, slut?’

‘A blowjob a day, from Morgan. If you win.’

The gorgeous goth rolls her pale eyes and snorts. ‘You’re definitely going to have put a blowjob up in return to get that out of me.’

Freya groans. ‘Tom…’

I lean close, speaking softly into her ear. ‘I want to share that load in your balls with Morgan, and she asked me to back her up here,’ I say, practically kissing her skin. ‘I’ve been naughty, Mistress, and you should punish me for even hearing her schemes, but…if you win this way, Morgan will be submitting to both of us.’

The devilishly delicious look which crosses Freya’s face is a thing of peerless beauty, fully restoring all reserves of assertiveness. ‘You really are fucking naughty,’ Mistress says, aloud, passingly chewing on her lower lip. ‘Fine. To humiliate you, Morrigan, I’m going to make you suck Tom’s cock for the week. On his terms, as well. Real, submissive blowjobs, for both of us. Maybe even at the same time.’

The vampiric beauty sighs sweetly. ‘I can handle that, Blondie. Anything for the chance of seeing the look on that pretty face when I drop a load across your tastebuds.’

Mistress glares sidelong at her sister, and the game begins. I’m struck by the low worry that Freya might lose her cool if she actually gets beaten here, but it’s not like I’ve lied, is it? I told her the truth, told her Morgan’s plot…that’s got to be worth some good-boy points, if nothing else. And clearly, my beautiful blonde lover is happy enough to risk it. Right…?

‘You’re weird, and you’ve got things the wrong way round,’ Freya says, rolling her eyes. She gets off to a strong start, so far as I can tell. Honestly, shooters aren’t really my jam, but if anyone’s good at them, it’s Mistress. ‘My loads, your mouth. You made that rule, not me.’

Morgan says nothing. She seems to be avoiding Freya, keeping as far away from her as possible given the confines of the fairly small, fairly straightforward map. But when the two at last spot one another, it’s not Mistress who comes out on top.

‘Lucky shot.’

Again, the goth is silent. That “lucky shot” seems to keep happening. It’s not that Freya’s not good, but Morgan seems that much better. Headshot after headshot, and when Mistress starts to blush, to faintly lose her cool, she mixes up her choice of weapons and tries to copy her big sister, but to no avail. Lucky shot. Lucky shot. Lucky shot.

‘You’re joking,’ Mistress says, lip starting to quiver. ‘No way am I sucking your dick.’

Morgan, finally, laughs. A lusty little thing. ‘You don’t have to do it alone. Sweet Tom can teach you how I like to be treated.’

To my great surprise, Freya doesn’t lash out. She gets a kill or three, but overall, Morgan wins. The gothic pseudo-succubus of a sister comes out on top, resoundingly so. Mistress doesn’t even throw the controller in a rage, or raise her voice.

‘Are you serious? You’re actually going to make me do this?’

The older Venyabildt shrugs. ‘I’m not going to make you do anything, Blondie. But you did make the bet, and if I can’t trust you to honour it, there’s no way I’m helping you out with this domme training business.’

Freya actually looks my way, not with suspicion or disdain, but with a kind of firm-lipped pleading. Her cheeks are slightly flush, and her expression tells me all that I need to know. That one way or another, she’s looking for my input. And realistically, what can I say? I both want Morgan to let me share Mistress’s load with her, and I want – I realise, rather badly – to see Freya with her big sister’s big cock in her mouth.

‘What if Morgan’s right?’ I say. The words seem to soothe her. Freya’s eyes flutter and her cheeks grow redder. ‘I’m just saying, it’s not necessarily submissive.’

‘I don’t think any futanari should submit to another,’ Morgan says. ‘I don’t want you as a pet, Blondie. But I do want to introduce you to something that, I think, you’ll very much enjoy. Something that, I think, might give you a powerful appreciation for what I, and sweet Tom, both love giving to you.’

Mistress, naked and bronze and beautiful and perfect, sighs loudly. ‘Tom’s helping, and you’ll cum in his mouth.’

‘No. You’re welcome to share with your slut, but no, I want you to taste me. I want us to leave this room with the realisation that you know something deeply intimate about your big sister’s body, just like I know that same fact about yours.’

Freya shuts her eyes tightly. ‘How are you so good at that fucking game? You don’t even play shooters. You literally just play those stupidly hard Japanese games.’

‘Maybe I’ve been plotting a little bit.’ The gothic beauty unclasps her skirt, throwing away a heavy-buckled belt. Mistress keeps her eyes closed for the duration, but I can’t stop staring at the pale perfection of her older sister as Morgan rises onto her tall-booted feet and lets the garment fall freely to pile around her ankles. Her underwear today, if it can even be called such, is a pair of crotchless lacy panties, showing off her creamy white cock and plump balls. ‘Look at me, Blondie. Look at my body.’

Mistress sighs again and sucks in a deep breath, then resists no longer. Her brilliant blue quiver as they take in the sizeable sight, the gothic girldick halfway towards full arousal, so similar in size to Freya’s but with a more noticeably plump head. The blonde beauty stands up and moves with urgency, passing me towards the dresser by our bed, where she collects up a scrunchie and quickly does her hair up.

‘I am so not looking at you,’ Freya says, turning back, grimacing. ‘And you will not mention this to anyone. You’re fucking weird.’

‘Why’s it weird this way around, but not the other? You like me blowing you, don’t you?’

Mistress twists her mouth, eyes wet, cheeks flush. ‘That’s…that’s different. I don’t like that it’s you, but this is about me, isn’t it? I’m your little sister, and you want me to suck you off.’

Morgan takes the opportunity to sit herself down beside me, taking Freya’s spot. She casually pulls up her t-shirt, revealing a lacy translucent bra, all black and web-like, fitting her style to the letter. The statuesque seductress parts her legs wide, and rests her arms across the back of the sofa.

‘Come on, Blondie. You know what to do.’

Freya rolls her eyes again and struts over. ‘Tom can start.’

‘No. You start, and sweet Tom can join when I say so.’

Mistress groans, and apparently accepts her fate. Honestly, I’m proud of her. To whine and reject this, when she made a decision – one I barely influenced – would only harken back to when she was less capable of controlling herself. And what good is dominance, if you don’t dominate yourself first and foremost?

But fuck me, what a stupendous sight. I have never, ever, seen Freya on her knees in this fashion. She manages, with characteristic charm, to not look the least bit shy or slutty, maintaining a glare that could focus the sun’s rays into a laser.

The contrast of bronze on cream, as Mistress takes up her big sister’s big cock in her right hand, is a fine thing. With no hint of shyness she reaches below and cup’s the older futanari’s nuts in her other hand, beginning to stroke and massage at once, getting that sizeable flaccid member up to suitable sturdiness.

Fap, fap, fap, fap.

‘I bet you think you’re so clever, huh, Morrigan?’

The gorgeous goth, already smiling smugly, looks all the prouder. ‘I actually like that name, when you say it. It feels less like an exile’s title and more like a playful retort. Mhm.’

When Morgan – Morrigan, here? I don’t know – moans the first time, sweet and short, Freya’s cheeks grow redder. Dominance or submission are irrelevant, but there’s a clear spark between the two beautiful sisters. As much as Mistress tries to do otherwise, her brilliant blue eyes keep finding her sister’s sublimely milky mammaries, that profound pair of breasts which are the biggest in the house, H-cups or I-cups or something silly. Two captivatingly creamy mounds, their nipples pale pink and areolae wide, puffy, smooth.

Fap, fap, schl-fap, schl-fap.

My eyes, and Freya’s attention, dip down to Morgan’s member as it grows to full hardness, and her arousal provokes a slickness that adds a wicked wetness to the meatiness of masturbation. A few more tugs and the plump pale purpleness of the elder sister’s truly gargantuan glans slides forth from its confines, a thing of perverse prettiness, all lustrous and sticky with pre-ejaculate.

‘Woah,’ Freya says, clearly not hearing herself. ‘I mean–’

‘It’s okay, Blondie. I think you’ve got a killer cock yourself. I mean, they kind of do run in the family. Haven’t you seen Daddy’s?’

Mistress goes to speak but falls quiet, averting her gaze and then glancing at me, for support, for guidance. Yet as our eyes meet she blushes all the brighter, as if saying: this isn’t me, it’s just a thing, I’m not really anything other than your domme. But then, I guess, she still doesn’t get it. Because as much as Morrigan schemes, I don’t think this is one. Or at least, not of the sort that the beautiful blonde has been pursuing.

‘I…that’d be wrong.’

‘Or really, really right.’ Morgan reaches down and cups her sister’s jaw, provoking no sudden avoidance. ‘You’re fucking gorgeous, Freya. You’re making me ever so happy.’

Freya doesn’t resist, though perhaps it’s partly from sheer surprise. Her big sister leans low and takes hold of her face with both hands, urging her up, eyes locked on gorgeous eyes right up to the point that – if I’m really seeing this, and I’m not just dreaming of one of those impossibly sexy scenarios – their lips, each luscious and lovely, press against one another.

Mwah.

Just a peck, delivered by Morgan, and then Mistress contributes. Contributes a potent burst of passion, going so far as to taste her sister’s mouth. Smooch. Mlep. And then the two are snogging, actually tongue-kissing, right in front of me. Jesus Christ. My cheeks burn and a chill runs up my back, and fuck me my cock is hard as a rock.

‘You taste ever so good,’ the vampiric beauty says, breaking the kiss. She licks her lips, just to make a point of it. ‘Just like I imagined. I’ve always loved your smell, Blondie.’

‘I…I can’t…I…’

‘Tom knows what this is about, okay? Let’s put this silly worry to rest: I do not want to dominate you, but is it really so wrong if we show our love for one another like this? I mean, honestly, you’re so much like me, and I’m a prime egoist.’ Morgan strokes her little sister’s cheek, reaching her taloned fingers up to brush Freya’s hairline. ‘You’re like Daddy and Mummy combined, aren’t you? Just like me.’

‘You don’t want to dominate me? But–’

‘Genevieve is a fucking psychopath, Freya.’ When Morrigan speaks now, her eyes quiver, growing wet. When she blinks, subtle tears fall. ‘I am ever so sorry for the way I treated you. I thought I was helping you, I thought at the time that we had to be hard, be cruel, but I just pushed you away. I want my little sister back, and I want her to love me like I love her. That’s all. You shouldn’t ever submit to anyone, Blondie. You, and me, and Daddy? We should always be on top.’

Freya moves like a beast, momentarily frightening. There’s this flurry of hair, blonde and black, and then the two of them are rolling about on the sofa, eating one another’s faces. Mwah. Smack. God, and the sight of two futanari lower halves is something to die for, their dicks so big and their curves so prominent, with their members brushing together as the two sisters snog in such a fashion that it’s like some crude fencing match.

‘Holy shit,’ I say, provoking a break in the kissing. ‘Don’t stop on my account.’

When they turn to me, each blushing brightly, smiling away, my heart skips a beat. There’s no repulsion, and plenty of cathartic tears. As if some wall has been torn down, and Morgan’s incestuous interest in her sister has been mirrored, or perhaps simply revealed to be matched in Freya’s heart.

‘Sorry, Tom,’ Mistress says. ‘I don’t want to leave you out, but’ – her gaze tilts back to Morgan, and on some level I don’t blame her – ‘I’m kind of busy with something.’

Morrigan chuckles, and winks at me. ‘Why don’t you be a good boy and tend to our bodies, sweet Tom? You might as well make that mouth useful.’

Smooch. Mwah.

They resume their titillating tumbling, beautiful bodies pressed together in a tight and tantalising crush. It’s one hell of a show. Four fantastic breasts and two sets of glorious curves, not to mention a pair of profoundly perfect penises and between them a quartet of balls that produce the finest loads imaginable. In the midst of things, Freya ends up on top of Morgan, her bubble-butt raised towards me in a suggestive manner.

That beautiful hole, set between those two charmingly plump bronze cheeks, calls to me on some instinctive level. Especially given that she’s fresh out of the shower, just about as clean as she can possibly be before whatever this is going to become makes us all very, very dirty.

‘Can I eat your arse, Mistress? If it’s not too much to–’

Freya moves with startling speed and accuracy for someone rather busy sticking her tongue down her sister’s throat. She reaches back and makes good use of my proximity, roughly snatching me by the top of the head and thrusting me down between her bulky buns, squeezing their fantastic fatness tight around my face as I become engulfed by that vulgar valley.

‘Eat up, slut. Now shut up, and let me focus!’

Mlep. Slup. Mwah.

God, thank you, Freya. And thank you, Morgan. This…this is a much more manageable outcome than watching Mistress attempt to dominate someone who, I have to admit, might be better used as an ally than a pet. But I, too, had best focus. Focus on the phenomenal futanari backside pressed against my face.

‘Mhm-hm.’

I press my hands into her bubble-butt, sinking my fingers into the yielding plushness of her perfect posterior. It does wonders to get me a solid grip as Freya leaves me be, relying on my own risqué sense of ravenousness to do the rest of the work. Her sphincter presses up against my lips, my nose finding a mixture of fresh body wash and the innate illicitness of this place, faintly femininely musky from its closeness to her coochie.

Mlap. Schlup. Smooch.

Kissing and licking does the trick as I massage her big buns, causing Mistress to moan into Morgan’s mouth as the two tantalising temptresses roll about, exploring one another’s bodies with an intensity reminiscent of the first times me and Freya fucked once feelings had been acknowledged. I’ve half a mind to wonder what this is going to mean for myself, but I also have a faceful of beautiful bottom, so…priorities.

‘Mumph.’

‘Mhaah. Mhm.’

Smooch. Smack.

Schlep. Mlap.

The room fills with incestuous illicitness and dutiful depravity, two mouths sucking on one another, a third happily tending to a sordid sphincter of lustrous pretty pink amidst bronze. As much as I enjoyed eating Morgan’s arse, Freya’s commitment to honing her body has left her rear truly resplendent, its cheeks firm and proud, making the titillating treat between them all the more desirable.

All the better that she noticeably shivers, with each and every lap, sometimes pushing back against me and causing those weighty orbs dangling between her thighs to swing back and in the most exceptional cases bump with a thup against my chin. God, I love futanaris.

Something shifts between the two of them, however, and suddenly Mistress is pushing back, truly trapping me between her cheeks. She laughs, a touch mean, mostly affectionate in that newly naughty style of hers.

‘I want that blowjob,’ Morgan says. ‘From both of you. At once.’

‘You can’t tell Dad or Mum. Please.’

Stuffed between Mistress’s cheeks, I’m a perverse paradise, though pressed as I am against the far arm of the sofa, there’s the very faint worry that if Freya doesn’t move soon I might end up suffocating. Maybe.

Mwah. ‘I was never going to. This is our thing, this is…sister bonding time. Venyabildt-style.’ The gorgeous goth chuckles, all of a sudden. ‘Ease up on your pet, Blondie. Sweet Tom should come up for air.’

Freya shifts her hips, side to side. ‘I think it kind of suits him, actually. I definitely need to–mhm–get him down there more often.’

‘He’s good, isn’t he? He ate my arse when he sucked me off. Eager little pervert. You’ve done well, finding a man of his quality.’

Quality? Me? Shit. Though I suppose submissive slut ranks highly in this household as a desirable trait. ‘Mhm. Mumph.’

‘Yes, yes, I like you too, Thomas,’ Morgan says, sighing. ‘Will you do it, Freya? Can we love one another properly, going forwards?’

‘It’s so weird, but…you’re so hot, Morrigan.’

Smooch. Smack. God, I wish I was joining them.

‘You too, Blondie. And it’s not that weird. It’s just how this family works. We do things our way, to hell with weirdness.’ Suddenly I’m exposed to fresh – though, at the same time, less delicious – air, and the two sisters are practically embracing, the younger held affectionately against the older. ‘Sweet Tom,’ Morgan says, smirking at me. ‘Do you think it’s weird?’

I shrug, sitting upright, smiling stupidly. The sight of Freya’s cock and pussy, nestled behind those lovely loins, obvious to me from the way she leans against her sister, provokes a firm throbbing in my trousers.

‘Stop staring and answer, Tom,’ Mistress says, playfully glaring at me. ‘I…care about your opinion on this.’

‘Of course, it’s weird, but then so is the fact that you two are futanaris,’ I say. ‘You’re consenting adults, right? This seems a lot healthier than the scheming the both of you were doing.’

‘Wait, what?’

They practically say it together, in unison. I may or may not have stepped in it. Whoops. I throw up my hands and shuffle backwards, as if distance will save me from the two tremendous towering beauties. Both manage, so effortlessly, that Venyabildt-grade assertiveness, a look that suggests, firmly, my place in this peculiar arrangement. Beneath the both of them, as is the natural order.

‘I mean, Freya wanted to dominate you, Morgan. And Morgan has been trying one thing or other on from the start, though maybe this was the ultimate aim of it all.’

The two sisters look to one another, then back to me. Mistress slowly grins, a thing of gleeful glory, unleashed and untameable. Little by little, to a less vicious degree, her elder sister wears her own mirror of that marvellous majesty.

‘What with today being a special occasion,’ Freya says, ‘I have another idea, concerning that blowjob.’

‘Do tell, Blondie.’

Mistress wets her luscious lips. ‘Slut, get on your fucking knees. You’re going to blow us both. You wanted my load, right? Lucky you, you get to eat two.’

I move my mouth, I think to try and speak, but nothing close to words emerges. Before me, the two gorgeous girls rearrange themselves, shuffling towards the edge of the sofa and pressing their thighs together, sat side by side in readiness. I’m not sure my cheeks have ever been so hot as they are now, surely red as strawberries.

‘Oh, how cute,’ Morgan says, winking at me. ‘His two favourite cocks in all the world, and he gets to suck both at the same time. It must be like Christmas come early, sweet Tom? Emphasis on the come.’

‘Th-ank you,’ I manage to say, stumbling off the edge of the seat. ‘Fuck. Jesus.’

‘Yes, yes, you slutty bottom bitch.’ Freya rolls her eyes and brings to bear her massive member, every bit as sizeable as her sister’s, if not quite so fat in terms of both balls and bell-end. Though if age is a factor, the former may well change… ‘Come on, slut. Tend to us. Make that mouth actually do something useful.’

I’m on my knees in a heartbeat, crawling over to some spot between the two of them. Each is a gorgeous goddess of a creature, a pair of dominant dickgirls with captivating cocks. One pale, one richly bronze. One older, one younger. Two sisters, two virile Venyabildts, a goth and a blonde beauty. Shit, I’m salivating like a starving man presented with a fine meal. How the hell do you decide where to begin, spoilt for choice like this?

‘You think you’re ready for this, Blondie?’ Morgan strokes her sister’s thigh, up and down, slow and appreciative. ‘I know you’re doing well, but you’re a little riled up right now.’

Mistress twists her mouth. ‘It’s okay if I cum first, all right? I’ll last longer, but this is…this has to happen.’ She sets her brilliant blues upon me and smiles, the dominatrix momentarily replaced with my loving girlfriend. ‘It took every bit of strength in me to deny you earlier, Tom. Seriously, what you did was perfect.’

I shuffle closer, one foot of each of them touching together between my parted knees. With my hands on their silken thighs, at the point where their beautiful bodies brush together, I’m struggling to believe that this is real. All the more so when each lovely lady puts a hand down on my own, squeezing, showing sweetness on both sides. For all their feistiness, their effortless meanness and mockery, it’s rather clear how the sisters view me.

‘I’ll…I’ll take care of both of you, but how’s this going to work? I just alternate?’

Morgan nods gently. ‘Alternating works. You know what to do, sweet Tom. It’s not a new thing for you. Just think of it like dealing with an extra cock, at the same time. I’m sure by the time you’re finished, we’ll all be very happy.’

Slowly but surely, I reach for them both. Honestly, one huge futanari cock is enough, but two? It’s paradise. Two heavy erections, throbbing against my hands, hot and silken-firm to the touch. Fap, fap, fap. I begin to stroke them, to tug on the twin titans, not quite sure where to look. A sensory overload, without a doubt.

‘You look so happy,’ Freya says, brushing the side of my face. ‘It’s all for you, slut. All that healthy Venyabildt sperm. I bet you can’t wait.’

I glance at my Mistress, meeting her smile and her brilliant blue gaze, and go for her first. Smooch. Mwah. A couple of kisses while I pull back the hood from her helmet, freeing the plump pink prominence that caps off her swollen shaft. ‘I’m in fucking heaven,’ I say, then part my lips. ‘Mhm. Mumph.’

‘Mhm. Good slut. Aah.’

Schlup. Slurp.

I bob my head, sliding her thick delicious dick across my tongue, finding a healthy helping of salty precum as my reward. Fuck, she’s right. Two big loads of their strong sperm, just for me. All that creamy cum, fresh out of two pairs of fantastically fat futanari balls.

‘Such a dutiful dicksucker,’ Morgan says, patting my head. ‘I imagine you’ll be doing this a lot, going forwards. Mhm. Tend to our needs, cumdump. Serve your betters.’

She guides my head, sliding her fingers down between my ears, urging me to service her sister with increased force and frequency. I eagerly suck in my cheeks and slurp on Mistress’s marvellous manhood, its heat filling my mouth, its throbbing thickness oozing such oily saltiness across every inch of my tongue, on a warpath towards the tightness of my throat. Which, of course, it readily slips into.

Schlep. Glugp. Schlup.

Fap, fap, fap.

‘Mumph. Mhm.’

‘Aahn. God, I love blowjobs so much,’ Freya says, squeezing my shoulder. ‘It feels so right, having him do this. Like his–ugh–mouth is a pussy, and it wants me to breed it.’

I glance up at her, and Mistress is wholly ignoring me, looking instead to her big sister. With half of Freya’s big bronze beast down my throat, it’s not exactly easy to glance towards Morrigan, either. Especially given that the gorgeous goth keeps urging me to swallow more and more of it.

Glugp. Schleck. Slurp. Glugp.

Schl-fap, schl-fap, schl-fap.

‘It does, Blondie,’ Morgan says, all lusty and sonorous. ‘His body can’t produce genes of our quality, now can it? Thus when sweet Tom serves us, the act is, by its very nature, subservient.’

Freya swiftly nods. ‘Y-eah. He’s just a dicksucker, in our presence.’

Their mutual degradation provokes low trembling through me, disturbingly delectable dirtiness of a sort that makes my cock ache and my balls throb. But they’re right, at the same time. I can’t compete with either of them, can’t produce such fine quality ejaculate…but I can taste, and savour, and swallow theirs.

I bob my head and provoke lurid moans and sighs out of Mistress, maintaining my titillating rate of tugging on her big sister. They’re both going to feed me, going to deliver their virile payloads right into my mouth, and in some sense mark their territory. Claim my mere male mouth as a toilet for their loads, some wet worshipping chamber for their proud penises.

‘That’s why it’s–ugh–different, with us.’

Suddenly I’m being pulled back, the vampiric beauty wanting her turn. Morgan smiles at me, eyes aflame with lust, her appetite surging. Freya accepts the shift in focus, and happily helps her sister force me down upon her own marvellous manhood. As the other fantastically fat helmet nears my lips I happily open wide, accepting the older Venyabildt into my mouth.

Schlup. Slurp. Schlep.

Schl-fap, schl-fap, schl-fap.

‘Mhm. Mumph.’

Morgan is just as delicious as I remember her being, salty and bitter, profoundly plump of bell-end, lustrous and hot against my tongue and within my cheeks. It throbs wonderfully, and my sucking and slurping send carnal convulsions through the baleful beauty’s body within a moment of contact.

‘Ooh. And he craves it, as well,’ she says. ‘With every movement of that tongue, it’s so obvious.’ Morrigan’s eyes, those perfect pale blues, seem to swallow me up. ‘You want our sperm, don’t you? So slutty, so sweet.’

‘Mhm-hm.’

I bob deeper, happily taking Morgan past my tonsils while tugging forcibly, fondly, on Freya’s swollen shaft. She’s improved drastically, in so little time. The incentive makes sense, but even so, it’s rather flattering. Mistress obviously has to strain herself a lot more than her sister, to maintain restraint in the face of my member-milking, but even so, it’s impressive.

Glugp. Schlack. Glugp.

Schl-fap, schl-fap, schl-fap.

‘Aahn. Tom…’

Time is a strange thing, in the midst of such luxuriousness. It’s hard to keep track of how long passes, gorging myself on futanari fuck-meat, slobbering on one knob and then another, appreciating their subtle qualities, their depraved deliciousness.

I take Freya so deep that her beautiful blonde curls envelop my nose and press against my face, holding her there for a long moment and playing with her balls, teasing at them with my fingers, while basking in the closeness and illicit intimacy of being so orally impaled upon her gargantuan gorgeousness.

And then I pull back, finding her that much closer to climax. Yet, peculiarly, even Morgan seems sensitive today. When I repeat the gesture on her own rod, she exhales sharply and roughly runs her sharpened nails through my hair, almost grunting as a shudder rushes through her.

Schlurp. Glugp. Schluck.

‘God, he’s good,’ she says. ‘I doubt it’ll be long now.’

‘R-eally?’ Freya sounds breathy, though her expression is hidden from me, what with my lips around the base of her sister’s shaft. ‘How have I–mhm–lasted this long?’

‘Honestly, it might be something of a–ughn–special occasion. Not that you’ve not done wonderfully, of course. But…you turn me on like little else, Blondie. And now that I can actually touch that wonderful body of yours…’

Mwah. Smooch.

Above me, the beautiful futanari sisters begin to snog again, leaning close to the extent that their breasts press together, the smacking sweetness of the lips filling the air and making my dick twitch. To watch, as best I can, with a throatful of Morgan, the way the two gorgeous women apply such affection to one another’s mouths is nothing short of divine.

And when I pull up again, intending to switch focusses anew, it takes a great amount of willpower to not simply stare, marvelling at the tantalising tangle of lips, of tongues, of hands, of bodies. Each has flush cheeks, flutters their eyes to behold the other, lurid lovers of the most unacceptable sort.

‘Jesus Christ,’ I say, under breath, provoking a low chuckle from both. ‘Sorry. I just…it’s hard to focus.’

‘You’ve got–ugh–sperm to earn, slut,’ Mistress says, sliding a hand behind my head. She winks at me, adoration burning bright in those brilliant blues. ‘Down you go. It’s–aah–not going to be long until you get it.’

That reminder, of my purpose, of the fact that I’m not even going to have to share my prick-delivered prize, is all the urging I need. I take Freya’s fat-tipped cock back inside my lips and suck down all that tasty precum, basking in the heat and heaviness of her throbbing helmet as it fills out my mouth most superbly.

Schlup. Schluck. Slurp.

‘Mhaah. Mhugh.’

Mwah. Smack. Smooch.

The beauties moan into one another’s mouths, tangling tongues as I extract the explosion of enticing ejaculate fresh from the large loins of my lovely Mistress. I continue to tug on Morgan, with as much concentration as I can manage, but she won’t have to wait long until it’s her turn again. Freya, true to her word, is on the very cusp of climax.

She breaks their kiss, and grunts. ‘God, yes.’

The volcanic eruption of vulgar virility shoots forth in heavy ropes, particularly thick today, particularly tasty. The stickiness completely coats my tastebuds, brings with it her sweet-tinged saltiness, so creamy and captivating in its gooey gloriousness. Mistress roughly runs her fingers across my scalp and continues to buck, to blow, to shoot billions of those healthy Venyabildt swimmers across my tongue, feeding me that which I so badly desired.

Which, now that I’ve got it, lets me shut my eyes and moan around her meat, my mouth filling steadily with salty-sweet spooge born of my favourite set of balls in all the world.

‘Good job, Blondie,’ Morgan says. ‘Feed your slut. Give him a–ugh–real taste of sperm.’

Perhaps it’s her sister’s presence, perhaps it’s just the pre-existing state of arousal from my efforts earlier, but Freya manages to shoot some thoroughly thick and forceful ropes and strings, catching the roof of my mouth and gumming up into creamy clumps from the obvious seed-packed nature of her naughtiness.

And slowly but surely I have to swallow bits, as little as I can manage, all for the sake of letting her precious payload swim freely about my mouth for as long as possible. God, I’ve craved this, wanted this like nothing else, and here it is. Here it is, and the blowjob itself has been satisfying. Here it is, and I don’t have to even share it with Morgan.

‘Mhm. Mhm-hm.’

Once Freya ceases shooting I sit back on my calves, releasing her spit-shined dick from my lips. I set about chewing, rolling her wonderful nut milk around my mouth, eyes fluttering with erotic euphoria. My cock strains at my boxers, and my mind races with the same kind of dirty density as the little white soldiers swirling about between my cheeks.

‘Look at how happy he is,’ Mistress says, sighing sweetly. ‘Finally got what you wanted, huh, slut?’

I nod, and she chuckles. To my great surprise, Freya licks her lips and drops off onto her knees beside me, giving a wet kiss to the side of my face. Smooch. ‘Thank you, you sexy, perfect, ideal cocksucker.’ Mwah. ‘But...’ – she glances up at Morrigan, all dark and delicious, smirking salaciously – ‘do you mind if we share this next one?’

Is this really happening? I slow my chewing, my savouring, and watch with trepidation as Mistress shuffles around me to nestle herself between Morgan’s spread legs, her cheeks growing redder and redder as the realisation of what she’s about to do really sets in. I start to swallow, almost choke on the thick carnal cream, as Freya wets her lips and then bravely dips forwards, doing the unthinkable.

Schlup. Schlap. Slurp.

‘Mhm. Thank you, Blondie. See? It’s not so–ugh–bad, is it?’

‘Mumph. Mhm.’

Freya’s eyes focus on her sister’s, and as I manage to clear my mouth, I find the ability to speak useless without the capacity to form a suitable sentence. It’s a very, very different kind of blowjob to that which I’ve just given. A thing of pride, of affection, but of exploration as well.

‘Shit…’

Morgan chuckles, and brushes my cheek. ‘Help her along, sweet Tom. I won’t be–mhm–long, now. This is far too perfect.’

The gorgeous goth doesn’t touch her little sister, simply letting her do as she will. And I, suppressing my surprise, shuffle closer, pressing my body beside my lover’s, and give her a brief peck on the cheek before applying my lips to the side of Morrigan’s large lasciviousness, feeling its heat and throbbing all the fiercer from Mistress’s ministrations.

Schleck. Schlurp.

Mlep. Mwah. Schlup.

Fondling the black-haired beauty’s balls with one hand, and stroking Freya’s back with the other, all the while kissing and licking and sucking on the side of Morgan’s massive member, I’m caught up in the dirty dreaminess of it all. Mistress looks between the both of us, focussing more on her sister than her slut. And as the latter’s breathing quickens, as the much-feared and yet, now, clearly much-desired destination grows nearer and nearer, that attention becomes almost solely set on the pale sapphires of the older futanari.

‘If it’s r-eally not your thing, Blondie, at least you’ve–aahn–tried,’ Morrigan says, sucking in a big breath through her nose. ‘But…I love how your seed tastes, and it would be wonderful if you f-elt the same.’

I watch, in mad wonderment, as Freya’s eyes widen right about the moment that Morgan’s balls begin to ripple and pulse, rise and fall, against my hands. Yet after the initial shock of what must be a heavy dose of dick milk, far more strongly flavoured, not at all sweet, but potent and rich, Mistress’s eyes grow pleasantly hooded.

Schlup. Schlap.

‘Mhm-hm.’

‘Fuck yes.’ Morgan sighs sweetly, and relaxes back into the sofa. She casually brushes her sister’s brow, and chews on her lower lip. ‘You’re wonderful, Blondie. We’re going to have so much f-un, going forwards.’

And for a moment, I feel envious. Left out of something that should involve me, at least in passing. But Freya, incredible as she is, swallows as little of her big sister as is possible and then, the moment Morgan ceases her ejaculation, hurriedly leaves behind that big beautiful cock and seizes hold of my shoulders.

Mwah. Smooch.

What follows is the dirtiest, creamiest, most virile kiss I’ve ever experienced. Tongue tangling forcefully with mine, Freya shares. And I get a half-helping of a second Venyabildt, to pair with that heavy load shot out of Mistress herself. Morrigan’s rich, tangy, salty spooge is every bit as thick as her little sister’s, a great deal more vulgar on the tongue, pleasant and delicious in its own right.

And as we merge mouths, share her seed, the vampiric beauty slips off the sofa and gets herself on one side of me, holding tight to my body while I continue to sloppily snog her sisters. Morgan nuzzles the side of my head, sniffs my hair and kisses my cheek, right as I chew and churn about my own half-mouthful of futanari man milk.

‘Mhm. Mhugh.’

When Freya at last breaks the kiss, and mirrors her sister, sandwiching me between herself and Morrigan, she leans her head against mine and continues to salaciously savour the strong-swimming sperm of the gorgeous goth.

Neither of them says a word of complaint as I slide my hands around their backs, cupping a hip of each busty, beautiful, dominant dickgirl. Because, I suppose, servile slut that I am, I’m not a threat. And…not a threat comes with its own rewards.

When I gulp down Morgan’s thickness, to mingle with her sister’s sweet-saltiness, I say, ‘Thank you both. That was amazing.’

Mwah. Smooch.

And each of them kisses the sides of my head, and rests against me.

What a fucking perfect day.