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  Rachel’s surprise was short-lived. She caught the redhead as she was starting to back away, bringing their lips together once more, though this time Mike saw the model’s tongue lead the way. The kiss lasted a few seconds longer than the last; while Mike stood there, awkwardly.

  “Jesus, you’re cold as ice and this big lunk hasn’t offered you a jacket or anything.” Aimee said, giving him a playfully stern look. “Let’s go get you warmed up.”

  Mike followed the two girls as one led the other into the guest bedroom off the dining room, though he turned around to retrieve his coffee from the front porch. By the time he returned to the guest room, both girls were chatting away on the edge of the bed as if they’d known each other for years.

  “There he is.” Rachel said.

  “Coffee wasn’t what I had in mind.” Aimee sighed as Mike looked up from depositing the percolator and mug on the dresser.

  “Well, what did you have in mind?” Mike said, turning back towards them.

  Aimee’s hand came out, hooking into the waistband of his shorts as she dragged him towards the bed. “I was thinking about something hot that would be a little more…penetrating.”

  “That’s what she said.” Rachel Shane laughed, but Mike’s basketball shorts were in a puddle on the floor before he could even laugh; one girl’s hands cupping his tightening testicles as the other’s lips parted to admit his cock, which was trying desperately to catch up to the unfolding situation.

  “Get it, girl.” Aimee said, urging Rachel on though her green eyes were locked on his own.

  The blue-eyed beauty’s lips glazed his cock slowly from head to base, making it shiny and slick with the wet heat of her saliva as she bobbed back and forth on his rapidly growing cock.

  “Damn, that’s hot.” Aimee said, her hands already at the hem of Rachel’s t-shirt, peeling it off over her head. The petite model continued to worship his cock until the last moment, letting it pop out of her mouth as the shirt passed it.

  Mike’s cock was only exposed to the air for a moment, though, quickly replaced by Aimee’s as the redhead took her own turn. As the pleasure intensified, he was reminded of how quickly he had finished inside Sela’s remarkable body and was a little concerned that it might happen again.

  It didn’t. What was different? Mike wasn’t able to put too much thought into it considering the circumstances. Each of the two beauties at his knees seemed to be in playful competition with his dick as the benefactor. He’d just finished with a long bout of fucking Aimee’s face when Rachel urged the three of them up onto the four-poster bed.

  Mike tossed his own shirt as he lay prone in the center of the bed, watching the two sticky-faced beauties try to simultaneously strip off the rest of their clothes while maintaining a sloppy, erection-inducing lip-lock. The sight was amazing, though. The spunky college coed and the drop-dead-gorgeous fashion model seemed well suited for each other and the passion between them seemed to definitely include him and wasn’t just there because of him.

  The two finally paused as Rachel stepped out of the last shred of clothes between them; a pair of panties that had been rolled up as they peeled down her perfect legs. They both stared down at him.

  “What do you think, Miss Shane? You want the top half, or the bottom?”

  Rachel put her hand to her chin for a second, smiling at her new lover. “I think I’ll take heads.”

  Mike wasn’t entirely sure what they were talking about but he got the gist when Aimee took the model’s hands and held her steady as she turned a half-circle, stepping one of those sexy legs over his shoulder before lowering that incredible body down, blocking his view of anything that wasn’t her heavenly pussy.

  “Let’s see if you can make her cum like you make me, stud boy.” Aimee said, though the last of it was muffled as Rachel’s thighs pressed against his ears and his tongue reached up to meet the hot, wet flesh above.

  Mike was in heaven, even before he felt the wet kiss of Aimee’s body on his cock as she held it straight up in her hand. Her tight, familiar body settled down slowly onto his own, until he felt the soft mounds of her ass press firmly into his thighs. If the dual sensations weren’t enough to keep him as hard as a rock, there was the image in his mind of those two beauties kissing above him as he did his best to pleasure them both.

  Rachel’s hips rolled gently across his lips and tongue as he gripped her hips, trying to work his hands around to get to her perfect ass. He could hear a bit of groaning from above as Aimee started riding him in a slow tease, rising up off his shaft to nearly the tip before slowly gliding back down like a skydiver under a parachute. Her inner thighs gripped his legs tightly on the down-stroke, the muscles inside her tight pussy pulsing and clenching as she performed the most incredible Kegels on his cock. He wanted to praise both of them with words, but he was completely unable.

  Completely?

  Mike composed the best rhyme he could with the distractions his body was experiencing.

  Fi Fi Fo Fum,

  Make both of these ladies cum.

  Mike wanted to laugh at the ridiculousness of it, but his tongue was otherwise occupied. From the sounds coming from directly above, it seemed as though just mouthing the words had amplified Rachel’s pleasure immensely. Hell, it was worth a shot, wasn’t it? Maybe there was some additional trick that Sela needed to…

  The thought stopped dead in its tracks as Aimee’s pussy clamped down on Mike’s shaft like a vice. At the same time, he could feel a rapidly-building tremble in Rachel’s thighs and could almost hear the blood pounding through her clit like a bass drum.

  There was a moment where everything seemed to hang in a sense of suspended animation, but it was short lived.

  Both of the women on top of him cried out in a sound that was somewhere between a moan and a desperate wail; while both bodies intensified the contact between his body and theirs. Aimee’s body slammed up and down on his cock with such a reckless abandon he was worried about being injured while Rachel Shane ground her pussy against his face with such ferocity that he feared he would suffocate. Wetness poured across his face as he simply closed his eyes and held his breath, hoping to simply survive until the spell had completed itself. Was it really the spell?

  Breathless, the two beauties finally rolled off of him, one falling to each side of his exhausted body.

  “You girls going to finish that?”

  The voice brought him up to his elbows, where he saw Eliza standing in the doorway. Any thought of jealousy or confrontation was quickly dismissed when he noticed the hand down her skirt.

  “How long have you been here?” Mike asked as she approached.

  “About five minutes.” He heard Rachel whisper from her crumpled up position next to him.

  “Long enough to know that someone needs to be finished off.” She said. “Though I certainly enjoyed watching.”

  Mike stared in awe at his beautiful ex-wife as she crawled sexily up onto the bed between his legs, her tongue touching down on his inner thigh, tracing a hot path across the crease of his leg before connecting with his scrotum, still slick with Aimee’s juices. There wasn’t a hint of hesitation as she continued the journey to the base of his shaft, then all the way to the head, where she immediately engulfed him between her wet lips.

  “Ungh.” Mike groaned as Eliza’s mouth gripped him every bit as tightly as Aimee’s young and willing body had, taking him just as deep as well. Mike stared down at her, catching her eyes for a moment before she went about sucking his cock in earnest. She took it to the depths of her throat on every stroke, cupping his balls in her hand and nearly forcing them into the pleasure of her mouth as well.

  It was wet and sloppy and lasted just a few minutes.

  Mike touched the side of her face gently. It had always been a signal between the two of them that he was about to cum. As had been usual until just before the end of their first relationship, it wasn’t really necessary. Her lips rose to the crown of his cock just as her eyes lock
ed on his, the dazzling light in them sending that first electric jolt through his body as he released with a fury into her mouth. It went on and on, forcing Eliza to swallow, which would, in turn, elicit another pulsing throb and another blast of cum between those talented lips.

  “Hope you all youngsters don’t mind if the old lady joins you.” She said, wiping a bit of stray cum from her shoulders as she climbed right into the middle of the fray.

  No one was complaining.

  Chapter Eight

  It was the weekend and Mike wanted nothing more than to spend it with the three loves of his life. The majority of the time was spent in bed while the Requirement spell took care of most of their needs. By the time Rachel climbed back into her rental car after a teary goodbye, Mike considered himself to be a successful poet.

  Just about anything he could rhyme about, he could bring about. The only thing that marred the experience for him was the thought of Sela. She hadn’t communicated with him since Will Robinson’s attack on Eliza and he wondered if he had done the right thing by casting the former owner of Rochester Mansion to The Source. How was she dealing with him on her own?

  Likely easily, he assured himself. He appeared to have no ability to perform magic, or else he likely wouldn’t have physically restrained Eliza.

  Aimee, Eliza, and himself had kept Rachel in the dark about the secrets they all shared; at least for now. They had agreed that she would be brought into the loop on her next visit, especially if she decided to settle down and join their little group that seemed to be gaining some momentum. Eliza and Aimee were down in town gathering a few more of the older woman’s things in order for her to live permanently with them in Rochester Mansion.

  The three of them had also discussed Sela and his need to return to The Source. If she wanted to return to the surface, he was her only chance and he felt obligated to her. Aimee gave him some ribbing about him being a sucker for a pretty face, but backed off a bit when she saw the emotions it brought to him.

  He wasn’t sure about her and that bothered him.

  Mike felt that he had to return, but he didn’t want to do anything that would upset the perfect equilibrium the four of them had started building over the weekend. It had been sweet and sexy, wholesome and lascivious, somehow all at the same time. He’d found combinations of two of the three on several occasions, enjoying each other even without his presence.

  Was Sela a fit for that group?

  As soon as things settled down, he planned to re-visit and put that to a test. Each of his three loves had agreed that he would be gone for a while, but he would return no matter what.

  He hoped he could hold up his end of that bargain.

  Chapter Nine

  Mike cast the spell again, this time from the comfort of his own bed with the women he loved by his side. He had no idea how this trip to The Source would compare with the last, but he was hopeful. There were two issues to resolve. The first was the fate of Will Robinson and the second was the fate of his girlfriend, Linda Sue Carmody.

  From his last interaction, he got the impression that Linda Sue Carmody was dead and that only Sela remained. Whether that was due to some sort of personality schism or simply a desire to start over again remained to be seen. What would all that time alone do to a person? Mike knew he wasn’t qualified to answer that.

  His sentence in the purgatory of the pitch-black cave was dramatically shorter the second time around. It was as if Sela had been keeping an eye out for him since his departure, and that was certainly the case.

  “Thank you for coming back, Mike.” She said, appearing almost immediately as Mike closed his eyes in the darkness to reopen them, this time in a well-appointed bedroom that reminded him of Rochester Mansion. “I wasn’t sure…”

  “Will?” Mike asked, though he moved closer to embrace her. This time around, she was less formally dressed, but not a bit less stunning. She wore a short pair of tan shorts and a crop-top tank top that laced in the front between her perfectly-displayed breasts.

  “Gone.” She whispered as he brought her into him. Her body melted against his, sending that magical heat through him everywhere their skin touched, especially against his lips.

  Mike kissed her for a minute, getting lost in the intoxicating aroma of her breath and her body before querying her again.

  “Gone, where?” Mike asked.

  “He was…” She said, pausing as Mike saw the tears starting to form in her eyes. “Let’s just say that we broke up and I sent him away.”

  “Hopefully back to prison.” Mike said, watching her nod slightly. “He’s fucking dangerous.”

  “It’s not his fault. We were both imprisoned, but my prison was a little more pleasant than his.” She said, her eyes tracking around the room.

  “Kiss me again.” Sela said, staring up at him with these incredible, mismatched eyes.

  Mike’s worries and hesitations washed away as he kissed her, his arms pulling him tight into his body as her mouth hungrily attacked his own, her tongue dancing with his like fencers at a meet. He knew he was supposed to be asking her if she was ready to go back to the surface with him, but that could wait.

  Not too long, he reminded himself. The women that he loved were waiting for him, and would be waiting far longer than he himself would experience.

  As the kiss drew more intense, he felt Sela’s hand slip into his shorts, wrapping perfectly around his already eager cock. She squeezed it as she bit his lower lip, pulling back with a sparkle in those perfect eyes.

  “Are you ready for more?” She asked, leading him towards the bed by the impromptu handle she had found.

  Mike followed her like a puppy desperate for the attention it was getting. I need to talk to her about going back to the mansion, he thought, but his willpower disappeared as she crawled onto the bed on her hands and knees.

  “I need your cum in my mouth.” She cooed, stripping him of his shorts as her head dropped, coming back up below his balls, catching his eyes with her own as she came back up, first catching his balls in her mouth one at a time as he ran his fingers through her long, dark hair, pulling it out of the path of those mesmerizing eyes.

  Mike gripped her hair, feeling Mansion Mike coming to the surface. “I can provide that for you, beautiful.” He whispered, guiding her head level with his cock as he arched his hips back, then pressed it against her parting lips as he put them in place.

  “Own me.” She whispered, right before his cock slid into the incredible, magically enhanced warmth of her willing mouth, past her searching and dexterous tongue and immediately into the tight embrace of her throat.

  It took three strokes for Mike to reach his limit. By the time he was grinding her gorgeous lips into the base of his cock for the third time, he felt his cum pulsing over and over into her mouth while she remained perfectly still except for the occasional flick of her tongue that would then ignite another pulse of cum that pulled intensely at his balls as they pressed into her chin.

  Mike staggered back, landing hard in one of the plush chairs in the corner of the room. His cock was still pulsing gently, giving another round of dry applause to the perfect ministrations it had just experienced. Sela was lifting herself from the bed, one leg slinking down ahead of her. He would have said that she was graceful as a cat, but even in his climax-fuzzed consciousness, he knew that the closer comparison would be something like a jaguar. Her body was unmistakably perfect, tanned curves and lines each competing for the attention of his eyes as she stalked towards him, peeling off what little clothes hid the remarkable beauty beneath.

  “Once more.” She whispered, long fingernails raking delicately up his thigh from the knee, causing one more stray twitch in the cock that had miraculously retained its vigor. “My beautiful man.”

  The fire in Mike’s eyes was directed at her navel as she pushed between his legs, opening them up without a struggle and bringing that taut, tanned canvas right to his lips. His tongue searched out for her, feeling the sensation of
her body’s touch that a distant part of him realized shouldn’t exist. He had come here to free her, to rescue her. Why wasn’t he doing that?

  “I only have one more hole to offer you, Mike.” She whispered, running her fingers through his disheveled hair as his lips explored the expanse of her flat stomach.

  Mike felt the involuntary twitch in his cock even before her nimble fingers found the tip, caressing it gently as she slowly rolled her hips like a belly dancer, bringing his searching lips to a dry portion of her midriff that hadn’t yet received his kisses. He heard a sound coming from between his lips that sounded like assent, but he wasn’t sure what he was agreeing to. She wanted him inside her again; that was all that mattered. He only hoped that he could do her body justice this time. His weakness for her had caused him to have little control of his own flesh, emptying into her within minutes on both occasions.