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Finally Kate errs, guiding your cock into Charlotte’s asshole. You have no mind left to change your aim so you just thrust into the warm pressure offered you, wherever it is, and fuck her ass. Tight as it is, barely allowing you to pump into it as you’ve been doing to her cunt, you manage to claim it. Charlotte cries out in pained ecstasy and Kate realizes what’s happening, but she’s as enthralled as you are. She leaves you to ass-fuck Charlotte to completion.

When you come, it’s like your climax is too big for your body. It spreads to the others like a wildfire. They yell and moan, stroking each other in a last flurry of kissing and touching that grows so intense it throws you off them when you’re weak with satiation.

At last, the room grows still. You lay there, grinning as broadly as Kate and Charlotte are, happy but too spent to express it with much more than your smile. You pull their bodies to yours so they lay across you, remembering who left them so contented, but that’s all the work you have energy for. The two of them are peerless beauties, but that same beauty wrung you out and squeezed you dry. Your cock is limp and raw, your balls feel like they’ve shrunk to acorns, and all the muscles that sung gloriously as you fucked with them are now aching dully.

The girls, of course, didn’t have it so bad. You took all of your share, while they split it between them. Especially Kate, who got away without taking it up the ass. She’s the most willing to move when morning comes and she brings you hot coffee, a plate of bacon and eggs, for you and Charlotte and herself. It goes a long way to bringing you back to life, even if you don’t have much of an appetite. You pass the mug around and let the girls steal as much bacon as they want from your breakfast.

You ask for a cigarette and get one from Charlotte. That wakes you up enough to sit up and take in the world beyond Kate and Charlotte and food. It’s another beautiful day, of course—that’s why you’re shooting there. With your mind now letting sound in, you hear the cry of seagulls and the slosh of the surf and you suddenly feel very much at home here.

There’s no way around it. You like women more than men and Kate and Charlotte are about as womanly as it gets. They’re an influx of femininity, a flood of it, and you like being around them, with them, between them, to hear them and smell them and just see them. They’re such mysteries, so completely beyond your reckoning, but you know enough to know there’s nothing like having them like you.

“Did we strain you too much last night?” Kate asks, jokingly putting her hand on your forehead.

“Yeah,” you tell them. “I guess we’ll just have to keep repeating ourselves until I’m in better shape.”

***

Charlotte is for lazing in bed and enjoying sleeping in, while Kate wants to go for a nice swim. As tempting as it is to stay in with Charlotte, you can’t help but think a time like this is never going to come again in your life. You don’t want to sleep through being in a menage a trois with Kate Upton and Charlotte McKinney.

So you go with Kate out to the lake, where you take a few more pictures of her that’d never be printed in this lifetime, even if Playboy or Penthouse would pay millions for them. Then you go swimming.

Once, you would’ve thought last night’s sexual Olympics had worn you out for at least a week, but the cool water reinvigorates you as much as splashing around with Kate. You still don’t have much energy, but you’re awake, your mind racing, your senses drinking in all the beauty around you, especially Kate.

She slashes through the water, away from you, leading you on a merry chase to a floating platform in the middle of the lake where you got some absolutely spectacular shots while the three of you were working. Of course, Kate’s a better swimmer than you, or at least more energetic. By the time you’re at the swimming dock, Kate has pulled herself up onto dry land.

She sits on the planks, drawing her legs into something like a lotus position. And even though you’ve seen her naked cunt plenty, having it hidden by her crossed legs, even for a moment, makes it exotic and tempting all over again.