I looked up into Dalia’s intense stare.
Which lasted for only a heartbeat or two, before her eyes closed, and she cried out in ecstasy as Jenny’s nimble tongue caused her to share in our mutual orgasm.
As Jenny had predicted, everything did work out okay. The only hitch in the plan was that Jenny did not, in fact, get pregnant after our wild weekend together. What can I say? As my biology professor would say, humans are notorious in the animal world for being reproductively inefficient.
I was surprised but absolutely delighted when Jenny and Dalia approached me about using my sperm for their next attempt. They had considered getting a sperm donor, but during our false start they had become enamored with the idea of creating a little Jennyjake.
I told them I would happily report to whatever lab or doctor’s office or clinic they decided to use, ready and eager to fill a jar with my stuff.
That, Dalia told me, wasn’t exactly what they had in mind.
“So, Jake,” the big beauty asked me as the three of us lay next to each other basking in a triptych afterglow. “That’s not…you’re not done for the day, right?”
“Jesus, woman,” said Jenny with an eye roll. “Let the poor boy catch his breath.”
“Sorry, Jake,” said Dalia, leaning over to give me a sweet-sexy kiss. “I don’t mean to rush you. I just want to take full advantage of our opportunities.” Jenny’s partner was so into this, it was adorable. If anyone was ever born to be a parent, it was her.
“No worries, Dal,” I said with a grin. “I’m just getting warmed up.”
“So I see,” she said, leering as my cock began to harden. Jenny groaned.
“My god, you two are insatiable,” she said. “Don’t you ever get sore, Jake? I’m not quite ready for another pounding.”
“Sounds like we need the fluffer,” I said, smirking at Dalia. She gave me a sultry smile, then straddled me as I lay on my back.
“So fucking hot,” breathed Jenny as she grasped my cock and guided it into Dalia, who lowered herself onto me. She felt different from Jenny, not as tight, but warmer, almost hot, and a thicker, stickier blend of juice.
“Mmmm,” she groaned. “Fluffer girl reporting for duty.”
“Oh my god that feels nice,” I said.
“Don’t get carried away, stud,” she said, moving her hips in a sexy, seductive circle. “As soon as you feel the first tingle, you pull out of me and we get that cock into Jenny.”
“Yeah, I think he knows how this works,” snarked Jenny.
“We can’t waste a drop,” said Dalia. “Any one of those little fuckers could be the one.”
“Okay dad,” I said. Jenny laughed.
“Dad, huh,” said Dalia. “Yeah…daddy’s going to ride that big, hard dick.”
“Noooo,” I groaned, closing my eyes tight trying to squeeze that visual out of my head. “You did not just say that.”
WHAM. Jenny swung her pillow and slammed it into Dalia’s head.
“You are a sick twisted bitch,” Jenny cackled. “Oh my god.”
“And you’re my dirty little slut,” said Dalia tenderly. Jenny leaned in and their lips met. Dalia’s pussy squeezed me gently as she and Jenny shared a deep, loving, soul-melding kiss for the ages.
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