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A Lewd Cultivator in Brockton Bay
Chapter 34

-VB-

Late that night, all three of us sat around the living room.

Dressed in her red netting lingerie, Amy stared flatly at Vicky.

Vicky fidgeted guiltily under her sister’s stare, which only made her firm and big tits jiggle sideways underneath her nearly transparent and white satin slip lingerie

Sitting next to Amy in only my grey tight boxer, I sighed in exasperation.

“Amy, let her off already. You’ve had your fun,” I huffed as I pulled her closer to me.

Amy giggled abruptly as she lost her flat stare.

Vicky squawked indignantly. “You were playing with me?!”

“I had to know!” my wife cackled. “So did you like it? Was he rough or gentle with you?”

Vicky blushed up a storm, and I thought she looked cute like that. From the way Amy cooed, she also thought Vicky was cute. “W-Why did you even tell me to dress up in this anyways?” she groused.

“Well, I know you’re sexy, but I want to see you when you’re trying to be sexy,” Amy crooned. “Besides, I want to see exactly how you squirm when my… our man gets you in bed.”

Vicky lost her frown and blinked. “Our…?”

“Of course!” Amy cooed as she stood up from the couch and from my side and sat down next to Vicky before pushing herself up against her taller sister. She glanced at me. “Sisters share, you know?”

I really didn’t expect Vicky to be the innocent one of the two, but apparently, she was.

“Amy!”

“Stop it with that innocent and naive name-calling,” Amy cackled as she groped her sister. “Hye, Alan, whose boobs do you like better? Mine or Vicky?”

This wasn’t a trick question.

“Victoria’s boob is better,” I replied factually. “But your ass is a grade above.”

“I know, right?!”

Vicky looked lost.

“We’re more open between us about stuff,” I shrugged as I stood up and walked up to them. Kneeling down in front of Amy, I pushed her legs apart and lingerie aside, leaned down, and licked her clit. She shivered even as she continued to grope and massage her sister, no doubt tweaking Vicky’s biology to “ready” her for me.

I licked again and again, flicking my tongue against her clit repeatedly, and she finally gasped, letting go of Vicky in favor of grabbing fistfuls of my hair.

“Oh fuck fuck -!” she shrieked as she shoved my face down.

Just a bit of note, but Amy wasn’t a pretty and delicate flower anymore; despite her appearance changing very little, she had achieved a cultivation breakthrough of her own and had strength to prove it. Unprepared as I was, my face did get clapped into her crotch, but I just used it as a chance to push my tongue into her vagina and reach deep.

Amy shuddered as she orgasmed and I pulled away from her. Her eyes rolled up slightly and she was holding herself as if she could control her reaction.

Vicky was watching from the side with a gawk.

Grinning, I wiped my lips and mouth with my forearm before sliding over to her.

Just like Amy did, I groped her while holding and pinning one of her hands to the back of the couch.

She closed her eyes and squirmed, moaning lightly as I cupped her tit and then pinched her nipple.

“Do you want to be pleasured like that, Victoria?” I asked her with a whisper. “Do you want me make you cum with my tongue?”

She shivered before opening her eyes and looking up at me.

“You and Amy are mean,” she whimpered as I kneaded her boob roughly this time.

I just smiled before leaning down and catching her lips in a kiss. She kissed me back passionately, letting our tongues intertwine and roll on top of each other. When our kiss broke, she gasped and moaned wantonly.

“I corrupted you, Vicky,” I whispered into her ear. Taking my hands away from her, I took my boxers off and pressed myself against her crotch. She jolted but didn’t break our stare.

“I-I just had some pent up things to get rid of, okay?” she complained in vain. “I just- oh fuck…!” she whimpered at the end when I unceremoniously lined myself up and slid into her wet pussy.

“That’s the idea,” I said before kissing her again, this time holding her towards me, and began thrusting. She moaned and whimpered into my mouth as we kissed.

I glanced at Amy and saw her smirking and touching herself.

I started rutting faster and faster and Vicky screamed as her ecstasy climbed. She twisted and turned, covering her face with her hands, turning away, and sometimes hanging onto me.

Then I slammed into her and she melted in my arms as I filled her up with my cum.

I broke our latest kiss, and she nearly flopped like a dead fish, exhausted and coming down from her post-coital high. I smiled and kissed her on the forehead before pulling out of her, and treated myself to the sight of her cunt squeezing and leaking my cum.

I turned to Amy.

As much as I wanted to fuck her, too, she was approaching the point where rough sex was inadvisable. It was why I gave her a good licking instead of a dicking.

She waved me off. “I’m good,” she said with a smile before glancing at Vicky. “I think we’re good today.”

I nodded … and then scooped both of them up.

“But we are now filthy, so we need to wash.”