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For Trip X… because your comment challenged me.

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“That is one big boy.”

“Mmmm. Yes, I know. The bigger they are, the more they give.  It’s why I chose him.  He’s perfect.  Don’t you think?”

“I suppose you’re right.  He does have the height and weight qualifications.  Shall we test his drive?”

“It isn’t necessary, Rora.  I’ve dealt with him before and he is more than satisfactory in his response.”

“Ah, yes, Marin… good point.  Let us proceed at once then.”

Mark stopped dead in his tracks, a huge smile blooming across his face as he watched the two scantily clad women cross the street and angle towards him.  Reaching for the lawnmower lever, he pulled it back until the engine sputtered and stalled out.  Beads of perspiration forged a path down his temple as Mark’s heart pounded like a drum leading warriors to battle.  The twinge pulsing in his pants kept time with the heady beat in his chest.

“Marin! How is your beautiful self?” Mark asked, arms extending towards her.  The embrace never had a chance as Rora swept in between them and crushed her lips to his.

Her intoxicating scent overwhelmed every nerve in Mark’s stunned body and sent his libido into overdrive.  He compulsively circled his arms around the strange beauty in front of him and returned her passionate kiss, senses reeling from her vigorous assault on him.

Rora felt the first tendrils of Mark’s emotions stirring in his groin and she perceived the colors of his aura creeping along the edges of her vision.  Inhaling deeply, not wanting to miss even the tiniest bit of his energy, she pushed her tongue deep inside him reaching for more.

Her cravings were rewarded as he wrapped his tongue around hers and dizzying shades of orange, red and blue swirled about her mind as she drank in his rich emotions.

Mark grasped her tightly and pulled her against his growing erection, moaning into her mouth.  His knees buckled under a curious light-headed feeling as his mind became paralyzed with lust and Rora ground her hips into his.

Marin watched passively as Rora fed on the overabundant wealth of Mark’s excitement. When she noticed his physical weakness brought about by Rora’s gluttonous actions, Marin realized she had to step in.  “Why don’t we all go inside?” she suggested quietly, pressing her breasts against his back and reaching across his shoulders to caress Rora’s hair.

Reluctantly removing herself from Mark’s embrace, Rora smoothed her hands over her hips, tossed her auburn mane and cleared her throat. “I suppose you are right, Marin.  Yes, quite a good suggestion.  Shall we, then?” she panted, turning on her heel.

Swaying like a drunk, Mark swung a glazed look towards Marin, his bright smile returning and softening his face into cuddly teddy bear features.  “How are you, Mar?  It’s been so very long since I’ve seen you.  That’s quite the friend you’ve brought with you this time, such a great surprise!”

Moving his hands to his crotch and adjusting the bulge in his pants, Mark lurched forward intending to head inside.  He wanted to claim the luscious prize that was prematurely ripped from his lips.

Marin returned his smile and reached out to catch his arm as he stumbled past her.  A lightning bolt of pure hedonistic longing forged a beeline straight to her core and a surge of energy landed directly on her sex, taking her breath away.

Pausing for a moment, eyes closed, she lapped up the milk and honey of the sensations like a starving alley cat.  She needed to get this powerhouse of carnal delight in private and tugged viciously on his arm, nearly dragging him off his feet towards the house.

Inside, Rora languished naked on the sofa, full breasts heaving as one hand stroked her body and the other crooked a finger, beckoning them forward.  Marin shed her few garments and helped Mark out of his hastily tangled mess of sneakers, t-shirt and shorts.

Mark’s breath came loud and heavy as Rora parted her legs and he caught a glimpse of her glistening desire.  He nearly tripped over himself as he bolted across the room and fell to his knees at her feet.

Looking up into Rora’s eyes, his hands snaked around her thighs to grab her ass and he lifted her hips to his mouth, burying his face in her pungent sex.  He licked hungrily, greedy for her taste as her juices flowed like wine into his parched mouth.

Rora filled herself with the colorful feelings of his lust and already neared her climax.  But Mark wasn’t ready for this to end…  oh no, not yet.

He pulled his mouth from her and using his fingers, gently spread her pink velvet lips.  He pushed his tongue deep inside her core and Rora bucked her hips against him.  Mark found her clit with his thumb and pressed in steady circular motions.  He was driving Rora mad and she desperately cried out her plea.

“Let her come, Mark,” Marin whispered hotly into his ear as she reached down to cradle his erection in her warm, soft hands.  Mark groaned into Rora’s pussy and the vibration sent her over the edge.  She climaxed with fury into his mouth as Marin stroked his hardness.

Spent but not yet finished, Rora pushed on Mark’s shoulders until he lay prone on the floor.  Marin relinquished her grip on his manhood and Mark grunted as Rora lowered herself onto his twitching staff.  The scent of sex was strong in the air and the girls gorged themselves on the visceral juices of life.

Heads swimming in ecstasy, the three formed a union as Marin cupped Rora’s breasts in her hands and positioned her cunt above Mark’s face.  Without hesitation, Mark flicked his tongue against her clit as she straddled above him.

Rora road Mark’s cock as she leaned to grasp Marin’s nipples between thumb and forefinger, twisting and pulling and eliciting animalistic moans.

Mark’s balls tightened as the onslaught of orgasm scorched its way to the tip of his penis.  He stilled for a moment before thrusting quick and hard up into Rora.  She felt his cock engorge and her cunt was filled completely.  She clamped down as his spasms jerked inside her.

Marin, spurned on by the heightened intensity, shot to her own climax, filling Mark’s mouth and face with her essence.

The three lay together on the floor with limbs entwined, exhausted and content.   Mark pulled the girls close and grinned happily as he reflected on the realization that his dream of having two women at once had come to fruition.

The two female Sympaths snuggled into his arms and fed on his happiness.  They were extremely satisfied with the energy exchange that had occurred and looked forward to a future visit.

“Next time ladies,” Mark said, taking turns kissing each on the forehead, “don’t wait so long to come see me.”

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Sweet Patootie

2 ounces Gin or Orange Gin

1 ounce Triple Sec

1 ounce Orange Juice

Add ingredients to a cocktail shaker filled with ice.  Shake until frosted. Strain into a chilled martini glass.

Enjoy!

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* Sympath – as defined by JR Ward in her Black Dagger Brotherhood series: .. characterized by the ability and desire to manipulate emotions in others (for the purposes of an energy exchange).

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