VIP-Making Love: Chapter 11

-- CHAPTER 11: A Perfect Day (Part II) --

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6:15 PM

“I want a popsicle,” Helena requested primly.

I blinked in surprise at the blonde and turned to arch an eyebrow at Lisa. “Wait, what?”

My ravishing redhead smirked and shrugged her shoulders. Planting one hand on her hip and gesturing towards the glass display case featuring a wide variety of colorful popsicles alongside multiple dipping flavors and an array of toppings, Helena repeated, “I want a popsicle.”

Now raising both eyebrows, I asked a little hesitantly. “Can you even…? You know…?” I mimed all five fingertips toward my pursed lips.

Helena’s tongue snaked out for a moment as her eyes narrowed. Her gaze was fixed on the Popbar stall here at the Anaheim Packing House, a large gourmet food hall not far from Disneyland that had been built inside the historic Sunkist-brand packing house for oranges, first built in 1919. I’d enjoyed coming to the food hall for the past several years to get Japanese crepes stuffed with Fruity Pebbles, chicken tikka masala poutine, and Cajun red beans and rice. But although I’d brought the girls here three times already, this was most certainly the first time any of them had suggested she get something for herself.

Hell, it was the first time any of the girls had ever suggested she EAT, period.

Turning to the redhead beside me and holding my hand, I narrowed my eyes gave Lisa a look that clearly remarked, Didn’t you tell me that your body lacked a digestive system or a sense of taste?

Lisa gave me a look that replied uncertainly, Kinda? She looked just as confused as I felt.

Blinking twice, I shrugged and decided to “just go with it”. Although I’d built the girls to be sexbots, they had all thus far proven autonomous enough to make these kinds of decisions for themselves. If Helena thought her not-quite-human body could handle it, I was happy to let her.

And then her stomach gurgled.

Helena’s hand immediately went to her belly and her eyebrows popped. But her wide-eyed gaze was no match for those of Moemi, Lisa, and Katarina, who all goggled at her in shock.

“Dō shita no?” Moemi queried in a mousey voice before momentarily covering her mouth. “What is going on with her?”

Lisa cocked her head and asked, “Did your…? I mean… Are you… are you hungry?”

Katarina’s stomach gurgled, and all of a sudden the rest of us were all gawking at her.

Helena gave me a sour look. “I think I am hungry, because now I want one of those.” She gestured at Mangal, the Syrian/Mediterranean food stall next to Popbar that featured Shawarma, Falafel, and Kabobs.

“Ooh, and what about thaaat?” Katarina pointed across the atrium at The Chippy, the wood-paneled food stall meant to resemble the side of a seafaring schooner that served fish and chips.

“And I’ve always wanted to try boba,” Helena remarked brightly.

“And ice cream!” Katarina chimed in.

“And the popsicle!” Helena enthused. She grinned gaily and thrust her arms out to the sides. “I’m hungry! I love feeling hungry!”

“I love feeling hungry!” Katarina cheered.

A loud, male voice cut in, “Cheers for feeling hungry!”

The five of us all turned in surprise to find four guys together right behind Helena, all of them grinning, and one of them instantly familiar. It was my neighbor, the same middle-aged married guy that Lisa and I had run into that first time we’d gone to the grocery store.

“Chet? Hey…” I greeted after a moment’s pause. “Long time no see.”

“Well I’m always around,” the guy chortled lightly, making extravagant gestures with both hands to point to himself and then spread his arms out to the sides, and he actually smacked his forearm across another guy trying to walk around our group in the semi-crowded confines of the food hall. Continuing on as if he hadn’t noticed, he waggled his index finger at me and said, “You on the other hand seem to be some kind of hermit always hiding out inside his house.”

“It’s nice working from home,” I stated with a shrug. “Everything I need at my fingertips.”

“And everyone you need,” Chet added with a shit-eating grin. “I must admit, if I had these fine young ladies to keep me company each and every day, I’d never leave home either.”

Chet laughed, and the three guys with him laughed, and as if instinctively following the men’s social cues, both Helena and Katarina laughed as well while Lisa, Moemi, and I remained silent. But in the corner of my eye, I saw Lisa take Helena’s hand, the blonde’s ice-blue eyes flickered momentarily, and Helena stopped laughing.

Helena then took Katarina’s hand, the younger twin’s eyes flickered, and then Katarina stopped laughing as well.

“Speaking of work,” Chet began while gesturing extravagantly to his buddies, somehow managing to not smack any of them this time. “This is Joe, Dan, and Mac. Just grabbing a bite and a beer before heading back to our wives.”

The three guys sort of nervously smiled, nodded, and waved while unable to keep from ogling the four gorgeous girls beside me, with none of them able to say a word intelligibly while remaining in Chet’s shadow.

Chet fixed me with a look. “Aren’t you going to introduce us?”

“Uh, yeah, sure,” I muttered, gesturing first to the redhead still holding my hand. “You’ve already met Lisa, of course.”

“But of course. Enchanté,” Chet drawled with a smirk, stepping forward to take hold of Lisa’s left hand and raise her knuckles to his face.

I felt Lisa’s right hand squeeze my fingers at the same time, so I quickly reached up to grab his wrist and knock his forearm aside as I growled somewhat sternly, “Hey, hey, hey. Hands off, buddy.”

Chet immediately held up both hands, frowning with his chin tucked and gaze deferred. “No problem, no problem. I meant no disrespect.”

I rolled my eyes and quickly pointed at the girls, although I had to point somewhat behind my shoulder to indicate the petite Japanese girl hiding behind me. “Moemi, Helena, Katarina: this is my neighbor, Chet. And these are his friends… uhhh…”

“Joe, Dan, and Mac,” Helena repeated matter-of-factly. “Just grabbing a bite and a beer before heading back to their wives.”

“And we were just grabbing a few bites ‘to go’ on our way home,” Lisa interjected.

“Right, right,” Chet drawled laconically, a somewhat leering gleam in his eyes as his gaze traveled up and down Lisa’s body. As I said: the girls’ Disneybounding outfits were all rated PG, but it was still impossible to hide their comic-book proportions. “I remember that a sexbot like you will go crazy if Wyatt here doesn’t take you home and fuck you silly sooner than later. And I imagine the same goes for the rest of you?”

The three guys inhaled sharply at Chet’s crude remarks and Moemi squeaked. I’d turned to watch Lisa’s reaction and found my flaming redhead’s Ariel-blue eyes afire, but before any of us could respond, Helena as Ice Queen Elsa took a step forward and regaled Chet with a haughty look.

“Our boyfriend Wyatt is worth all four of you pathetic losers combined,” Helena stated coldly with all the condescension of the Prom Queen talking down to a pimple-faced freshman. “The reason why you never see us outside the house is because yes, all four of us WILL go crazy if he doesn’t fuck our brains out each and every day.”

“Several times a day,” Katarina added with an impish grin, her freckles brightening momentarily. “Plowing all four of us over and over and over again… showering us with his creamy cum that spurts like a fountain over our big breasts and nubile bodies… So much cum…”

Lisa, Helena, and even Moemi giggled as Katarina’s voice trailed off while her eyes unfocused and she got a dreamy look on her face.

“So! Anyways!” Helena continued with a smirk, raising her right hand and gently twisting it like she was atop an extravagant float in The Rose Parade. “It was nice to meet you all, but we’ll be collecting our food and then leaving to go get fucked. Ta-ta!”

Taking Katarina’s hand, Helena gave the guys one final condescending look before taking off directly for the fish and chips place across the atrium. I still held hands with Lisa to my left and Moemi to my right, so I shrugged and started leading them after the HellKat twins.

“See you later, Chet,” I said with a mild shrug, and the guy just sort of gave us a dumbfounded look as we walked away.

Still, I could feel him and the other three guys boring their gazes into the back of our heads. I kept my posture erect and walked proudly, but at the same time I felt a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach.

Not so perfect.

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7:06 PM

“Ohhh… myyy… gawwwd…” Helena groaned gutturally while firmly humping up and down in my lap. The busty, beautiful bombshell was back to her usual self: 5’6”, platinum-blonde hair, outrageously firm big breasts, and a badonkadonk booty.

She was also completely naked and impaled on my throbbingly hard dick while eating chicken tikka masala poutine and drinking honey milk tea with boba, bits of tikka masala and gravy dripping onto the upper slopes of her bountiful breasts every now and again so that I was “forced” to lick it off her creamy skin.

Poor me.

But I’m getting ahead of myself again.

Most of the times that Helena and I had sex, it was raw and racy and aggressive. This time we made love a little more calmly - although still quite playfully - with a lot of time spent gazing into her eyes and stroking her hair. For all of Helena’s bravado and poise when staring down Chet and his work friends at the Anaheim Packing House, I could tell she’d been rattled by the encounter - we ALL had been. And after a day like today, I wanted to go out of my way to comfort and reassure her and the other girls.

So I’d praised Helena for the way she’d handled the situation as soon as we got to the car, apologized for not handling it myself, and then kissed her while reaching a hand up beneath her skirt to start playing with her pussy before inserting two fingers into her perpetually moist snatch. I knew that a sexbot’s greatest source of comfort would be in having sex with me, and I was more than ready to do that for her.

Helena had soon straddled my lap and started fucking me right there in the back seat of my Toyota 4Runner while Lisa drove us home. Helena was still in her Elsa form when we started making out - white hair, blue eyes, petite boobs, and all – and when she made all of her clothes disappear, I got just a little bit harder at the idea of fucking the Snow Queen from Frozen.

But after that momentary thrill, I’d told her that I wanted to be with Helena, and so she’d transformed back into her usual self. And soon she had those big boobies bouncing up against the underside of my chin while I grabbed onto her well-padded ass and even slipped my middle finger through her crinkled sphincter while we played tonsil hockey and moaned our ecstasy into each other’s mouth.

And then Helena’s stomach gurgled again.

The blonde and I pulled apart, Helena giving me a sheepish grin of embarrassment for her stomach interrupting her master’s sexy-time, but I’d chuckled and asked, “Hungry?”

“I’m hungry for Master’s cock,” she’d insisted at first, but when her stomach gurgled again, she laughed and added, “but the food smells amazing.”

I’d turned to Katarina and instructed, “Open up the food. The popsicle is melting anyways.” With a wink I then added, “and get naked too.”

Katarina giggled and her clothing vanished. But she was still in the form of the adorkable redhead, and I realized with surprise that she’d given herself a smattering of freckles across her upper chest and petite breasts to match the freckles across the bridge of her nose.

Helena laughed. “He just got a little thicker inside me at the sight of you,” she told her twin.

I blushed and shrugged, glancing back and forth between the two. “We’ll do a Frozen sisters threesome another time. But right now, please change back into yourself.”

Katarina smiled sweetly and shapeshifted into her usual self: 5’6”, platinum-blonde hair, outrageously firm big breasts, and a badonkadonk booty – identical in every way to Helena.

And then we feasted.

In hindsight, we probably shouldn’t have tried to eat and have a threesome in the backseat of my SUV at the same time. In theory, we could have waited to eat until we got home – or to have sex, for that matter. But the HellKat twins were hungry (both for food and for me) and we threw caution to the wind, energetically humping each other and hand-feeding each other foods not necessarily meant to be hand-fed. We made an absolute mess, spilling food and sweat and sexual fluids all over the place, and the scope of the girls’ magical powers had not yet extended to cleaning up these kinds of messes in the back of a car.

But hey, at least my rough and tumble SUV was designed to get a little messy, with thermoplastic polyurethane synthetic leather that was easy to clean and stain-resistant. Plus, the girls had already demonstrated an ability to clean up both their bodies and mine in the blink of an eye. In theory I should’ve been a little more worried about shoving my tikka-masala-gravy-stained fingers into Katarina’s and Helena’s cooches, but neither girl seemed to mind, and both girls seemed to enjoy tasting those flavors from each other’s sodden snatch.

I’m getting ahead of myself again.

Where was I? Oh, right.

So yeah, Helena was still mounted on my dick while Katarina dug around in our bags for the food. The first thing she pulled out was the popsicle, which indeed was starting to melt. Katarina immediately shoved into her mouth the dripping gourmet green tea cookies & cream popsicle dipped in dark chocolate with a sprinkling of nuts, and she immediately closed her eyes and moaned with as much contentment as the best ever orgasm I’d ever given her.

“Let me try! Let me try!” Helena insisted impatiently.

At first, Katarina didn’t look like she wanted to give up the popsicle, but after pumping the entire bar in and out of her mouth like a cock a few times, she sighed and handed it over. Helena immediately snatched up the popsicle, likewise shoved it into her mouth, and likewise moaned with as much contentment as the best ever orgasm I’d ever given her. Her cunt simultaneously convulsed around my cock, and I wondered just a bit if she had orgasmed.

“Who knew food could taste so good?” Katarina remarked merrily, immediately digging in the bags for more food.

“WE should have, after all the cooking we’ve done,” Helena groaned after popping out the bar. She then immediately shoved it back in.

“Well there must’ve been a reason why humans love eating so much!” Lisa commented from the driver’s seat.

“I still don’t understand how you two can eat,” Moemi chimed in from the front-passenger seat.

“We don’t either,” Helena replied, taking a long, sexy lick not only along the popsicle, but at the drippings making a line down her forearm, wrist, and fingers. “But apparently we can!”

“-I- want to be able to eat!” Moemi pouted petulantly.

“Me too,” Lisa admitted. “Maybe it just takes some time. Hopefully we’ll develop that ability later on.”

“The way you got a sense of smell eventually,” Moemi said reasonably.

Lisa shrugged and nodded, looking hopeful and yet a little concerned. I made a mental note to check in with her and make sure she wasn’t feeling… inferior after this latest development. I still remembered the way she’d been upset upon learning that Moemi had a sense of smell before she did, and whenever I’d asked her if she minded the fact that the HellKat twins could transform into other girls while she still couldn’t, I never quite believed her denials.

“Maybe it has something to do with their shapeshifting abilities,” Lisa reasoned. “They keep rearranging their muscles, their skin, their features. Doing all that must require a lot of energy - maybe even organic energy. So there’s a certain kind of logic in them developing a need to eat real food.”

Moemi waggled her head as she thought about it. “I suppose.”

Meanwhile, Helena was still bopping back and forth in my lap, undulating her ultratight twat around my turgid tool. Katarina slurped up some honey milk tea with boba and pulled out the chicken tikka masala poutine next, feeding a few fries to herself, feeding a few fries to me, and feeding some to Helena. That’s when the twins traded meals, with Katarina sucking on the popsicle while Helena drank the milk tea and ate more poutine with the tikka masala gravy dripping onto her boobs for me to lick up. And I grabbed the busty blonde bombshell’s badonkadonk booty in my hands and really humped her body up and down my dick.

“Ohhh… myyy… gawwwd…” she groaned gutturally while firmly humping up and down in my lap, reveling in the pleasure not only of having her master’s dick in her box, but also the savory food in her belly.

And NOW we’re caught up.

More food came out and calm lovemaking with eye-gazing and hair-stroking had given way to athletic shagging and hard-hammering. After I lifted Helena off my lap and rolled over to raise Katarina’s legs onto my shoulders and fold her in half while I rammed her cunt with my concrete-hard cock, Helena shoved the half-eaten popsicle into her pussy and then shoved the cum-soaked popsicle into her twin sister’s mouth, literally fucking her sister’s face using the popsicle handle while Katarina gagged and teared up just a bit, although she was clearly loving it while dark-chocolate dip, bits of nuts, and melting green tea cookies & cream gelato ran dripping down her cheeks and chin.

Moments later, Helena pulled out the popsicle and shoved it into her mouth, visibly savoring the flavors while pulling a beer-battered cod out of the bag, shoving half of it into my mouth, and leaving me to lean over and push the other end of the fried codfish into Katarina’s mouth to let her take a bit.

“Mmm! Mmm! Mmm!” Katarina sighed happily, clearly enjoying the taste. Then her eyes rolled up into her head and she seemed like she could’ve died and gone to heaven when I gave her some jumbo shrimp as well. And to be perfectly I honest, I wasn’t sure whether she was happier for me to be fucking her or happier to be eating the food.

“Both, Wyatt…” Helena laughed from next to me.

“Huh?” I paused my thrusting and glanced over at the other twin.

Helena smirked and explaining, “You had a look on your face like you were trying to figure out whether Katarina was blissed-out over the food or because her master was fucking her. The answer, obviously, is both.”

I grinned and leaned over to kiss Helena, murmuring, “Both.”

The busty blonde’s bright green eyes glittered as she grabbed the back of my head and mashed her gelato-covered lips against my mouth. Moments later, Katarina took the remaining popsicle from her sister’s hand while Helena rolled back against the corner where the back seat met the rear left door, dragging me with her. And after she spread her legs wide, with her right leg hooked up and over the backrest with her left leg extending out towards Moemi between the front seats, Helena pulled me to her, got my dick lined up with her juicing slit, and helped me ram home.

“FFFUUUCCCKKK…” Helena grunted at my re-entrance, closed her eyes, and concentrated on the sensations of my stiff shaft stretching her back out.

I thrust into her three times - hard - to generate additional grunts. But then I paused, grabbed the milk-tea cup, and offered it to the blonde beneath me.

She sucked up the creamy concoction through the oversized straw, savored the flavors, and then suddenly smiled, showing me the tapioca balls she had trapped between her teeth. She once again closed her eyes as I resumed my thrusting. And Helena reveled in the sensations of both consuming food for the first time AND getting royally pounded.

“NGH! NGH! NGH!” she grunted, pausing her chewing to grit her teeth and groan. A moment later, she swallowed the boba balls and smiled up at me. “So good! So amazing. So perfect!”

“So perfect,” Katarina enthused, hugging herself beside me. Popping a few more tikka masala poutine fries halfway into her mouth, she held up a few more of them, shoved them into her twat, and then popped those into her mouth.

I laughed and gave her a messy kiss, tasting the mixed flavors. Then I grabbed another piece of beer-battered cod and shoved that into Katarina’s pussy as well before bending over to slobber over and suckle on her big boobs.

“We’re almost home,” Lisa announced.

“Cum… in… me…” Helena crooned into my ear, hugging me close. “Fill me with your seed, Master. Fill me up and then we’ll see what flavors Katarina really wants to taste out of my pussy.”

“No contest,” Katarina remarked immediately with a laugh. “Food is great and all, but nothing will ever be as good as tasting Master’s cum.”

“Well get ready to taste it,” I grunted breathlessly, thundering down the final stretch. “One tasty creampie coming up in ungh… Ungh… UNGH!”

I slammed forward one final time, gasping for air as I felt my abs and glutes contract at the same time my Kegel muscles relaxed to let my semen flow.

Wave after wave of steaming spunk flooded out of me and into Helena’s wet box, and she screamed into my ear “YES! YES! YES!” while I twitched and shuddered and clenched my abs to spurt out another load.

The garage door rolled up and Lisa pulled my 4Runner into the empty bay next to my work bench while I finished twitching and jizzing out the rest of my sperm. Moments after she switched off the engine, I collapsed and lay sprawled across Helena’s lush body for a moment, trying to catch my breath. But eventually I managed to give the platinum-blonde babe a quick peck on the lips and pulled out, somewhat awkwardly trying to scoot out of the way within the confines of the back seat while Katarina ducked down, latched her lips onto her twin sister’s snatch, and started audibly slurping.

But only two seconds passed before Katarina jerked her head back and came up laughing. “You little minx!” the younger twin squealed. “You shoved boba balls up your twat!”

All five of us in the car laughed.

Perfect.

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7:18 PM

By the time I opened the passenger door, there were sauce, gravy, milk tea, and gelato smears on the seats. Beer-batter, French fry bits, and chocolate-covered nuts were strewn about. But I’d worry about that shit later. As expected, the girls had cleaned up their bodies and mine in the blink of an eye as we exited the vehicle. And for now, I was solely focused on following the buck-naked busty blonde identical twin bombshells walking into the house in front of me.

Sometimes I didn’t think I sufficiently appreciated just how gorgeous the HellKat twins really were in their natural state. For sure, I loved playing with their ability to transform into pretty much any girl I could think of, both real and fictional. But Lisa had personally designed them from the beginning to be the absolute sexiest, most desirable blonde babes imaginable from the very beginning… times two… and I would readily admit that she’d succeeded.

The HellKat twins were straight-up built for sex: bee-stung lips made for cocksucking, fat and juicy tits made for titfucking, and chunky butts thick enough for me to fuck their butt-cleavage. Their A.I. composite faces were the ideal that every Instagram babe aspired towards. The tint of their platinum-blonde hair was completely free of dyes and would never need to be touched up. They had long, curvy eyelashes that would never need extensions. They had perfect white teeth that would never need dental work. They had slender arms that looked best when folded across their lower backs while I assfucked them from behind. And they had long, shapely legs well-suited for being pinned back by their ears while I folded them in half beneath my heaving weight.

And I had TWO of them.

Upon reaching my great room, those purpose-built-for-sex identical blonde twins turned to face me in a sultry pose with one arm around each other’s back and each with one foot on top of the other, the knee slightly bent forward. Both platinum-blonde beauties also fixed their hair, donning the same Heidi braid Helena had been wearing this morning. They really did look identical – and I mean identical - to the point where I realized… I didn’t know which girl was which!

Both girls also had a well-fucked glow about them, but there was an almost otherworldly illumination to their skin as well. It wasn’t quite the same glow as when my universe had been washed out with light and Lisa had transformed back into a real girl, but I sensed a similar aura. The twins hadn’t brought the food in with them. For right now, all they really wanted or needed was ME.

Maybe there really was something to Lisa’s theory about the organic energy of the food fueling the twins’ transformations. Maybe they had already consumed enough organic compounds to continue functioning as they were. There were a LOT of “maybes” to consider, but I didn’t want to dwell on hypotheses right now - not with two naked busty blondes before me.

“How do you want us, Master?” one of them intoned, although I wasn’t sure which one. Not that I really needed to try and figure it out at this moment.

“Kneeling. Side by side,” I instructed. “Master wants to fuck your faces.”

The twins grinned at each other as they sank to their knees and crossed their arms behind their backs, holding onto their own elbows with both hands.

I took hold of… uh… HellKat’s head first, spread my fingers to make her open her jaw, and fed my rejuvenated rod right between her gaping lips. I didn’t stop when my prickhead probed the entrance to her throat, and she gagged just a bit when I penetrated it. My real, living sex dolls now needed to breathe, so I could see HellKat fighting for oxygen around the thick prick blocking her windpipe. And I pulled all the way back and out to let her gasp for air.

And then I did the same to… uh… the other HellKat.

And then back to HellKat.

And then back to HellKat.

Holly crap it was surreal to skullfuck one busty blonde beauty, pull out of her mouth, and start skullfucking the other one only to see the exact same face with the exact same twinkling green-eyed gaze as she stared up at me.

Rinse and repeat.

Rinse and repeat.

With time and repetition, the girls started taking my dick into their throats easier and easier. To be honest, the incredibly skilled cocksuckers could probably have deep-throated my dick no problem from the very beginning. Yet I couldn’t deny the little thrill I felt at (A) feeling like the busty blondes had limits to their deep-throating abilities and then (B) pushing the busty blondes to their limits… and then beyond those limits. And I felt like the twins had always sensed that.

I sensed that they were happy to play along, to make me - their Master - feel a bit of a power rush as I seized their heads one at a time and started skullfucking the shit outta each of them, making them gag and then gasp and groan in turn.

And then I FUCKED them.

Actually, I fucked all FOUR of them.

Lisa and Moemi had stayed behind to clean up the car before any stains set in. But they now joined us in the great room, their clothes slowly dissolving away as they sashayed forward, exposing inch after inch of bare skin until the last stitches disappearing left them completely naked. They then posed prettily together, taller Lisa hugging little Moemi’s face to her bosom while they profiled themselves for maximum sex appeal.

Suddenly craving Lisa’s pussy, I pulled out of HellKat’s throat and quickly seized my ravishing redhead around the waist. I yanked her so hard to the side that she got knocked off her feet and I had to stumble a bit not to drop her before plopping her ass onto the couch cushion nearby. Lisa squealed as she went momentarily weightless in the air only to feel herself falling a split-second later. But as soon as she landed, she happily spread her legs to the sides, hooked them over my forearms, and cried out quite happily as I centered my cock at her puffy pink labia and then promptly rammed myself inside.

Squeaking from behind me drew my attention and I looked over to find that the HellKat twins had seized Moemi, carrying her kicking and screaming over to the other couch and then planting the petite Japanese girl across its cushions. One HellKat went high and the other HellKat went low, and soon Moemi’s squeals and moans took on a distinct tone of erotic arousal.

But even those squeals and moans couldn’t match Moemi’s cries of blissful elation when I pulled out of Lisa and moved over to bodily flip my diminutive sex doll onto her knees and bend her over the backrest, immediately driving my thick prick into the young girl’s too-tight twat, really stretching her out from the first shove. And within less than two minutes, Moemi was screaming her little head off in the throes of epic orgasmic ecstasy.

And then I fucked HellKat.

And then I fucked the other HellKat.

And then I fucked HellKat’s ass.

And then I fucked Lisa’s ass.

And then I fucked HellKat’s face where she’d draped it on top of Lisa’s lower back.

And then I fucked the other HellKat’s face where she’d parked it next to the first HellKat.

And then I folded Moemi’s legs back by her ears and I fucked HER ass.

By then my balls-to-the-walls out-of-control orgy was getting ridiculously insane. I had twelve holes of pleasure to play with and dammit if I wasn’t totally having a blast playing with all twelve of them, giving one hole five or six thrusts before pulling out and plugging into another hole.

At some point I got toppled over onto my back and all four girls were quite literally crawling all over me. I had tits shoved into my face, somebody’s asshole on my dick one minute, and somebody’s cunt on my dick the next. I was fingerbanging anything I could get my fingers into - mouth, pussy, ass, it didn’t matter. But alas, all good things must come to an end. And at some point I felt myself losing ejaculatory control.

The HellKat twins were mashing my face with two pairs of identical breasts, their green eyes sparkling as they stared down at me. I was fingerbanging one’s pussy and had three fingers shoved up the asshole of  the other (or maybe that was Lisa’s or Moemi’s asshole? I couldn’t actually see). I thought Lisa was humping herself up and down on my dick, although it could’ve been Moemi’s pussy just stretched out after all we’d done. And when I couldn’t hold myself back anymore, I started bellowing my release into the HellKat twins’ massive mammaries, “UNGH! UNGH! UUUNNNGGGHHH!!!”

Several shots of scalding semen screamed out of my shaft to spray down the insides of my personal sex doll’s steaming snatch. But the paradise was removed from my prick a moment later, replaced by a hot little mouth that greedily drank down the next couple of spurts of my spending as if it were a life-giving liquid (which, I suppose, it was). The next thing I knew, both HellKats were twisting around to likewise get into the act, with the one on my left promptly dropping her face down around my still-erupting dick, swallowing the next two shots. And finally the other HellKat took over right as my power began to wane, and she wound up slurping out the dregs.

It was a perfect ending to a perfect day.

And then somebody started clapping.

Lisa gasped.

Moemi squealed.

The HellKat with her mouth around my dick nearly bit me, but she managed to pull herself off just before her teeth dug in any tighter into my skin.

And the other HellKat yelped in surprise, “CHET?!”

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