11 -- God's Own Medicine
That fateful November night had left a deep impression on Paul. He found himself obsessing over his ex-girlfriend, craving her presence, her touch, her seed, near constantly. That struck him as shameful when it was she who he'd vowed to avoid, she who had broken him and left him to recover in a hospital over a year prior. He'd been disgraced, yet what was meant to be a week long visit to the west coast had soon extended into a month-long stay. And all because they'd found each other again, and he'd had his taste. A taste that overrode any old reasons to stay away.
Change was something instrinsic to the futa girl. That had been apparent from the start. When they'd first met she was petite (in most places), but over the course of a year she'd grown taller, more insatiable, and more... powerful. It was those changes that had eventually broken him.
The Sabrina he was facing now was different yet again, though in ways more subtle. Ways so much harder to resist. Now change was something she offered others. It had been so for her girlfriend Danielle, who had become every bit as strange and appealing as she. It was also something that was happening to himself, and that was why Paul lingered in their presence.
To touch, taste and absorb Sabrina's transformative mana was ecstasy and addiction. With that addiction came progress, as well as a lifestyle of submission to two futanari women.
He stood in his swimming trunks, looking down at himself in the late afternoon sunlight. His arms and torso rippled with definition beneath his tight bronzed skin. His vantage point was high, for he now stood with a confident erect pose. He was an Adonis of a male now, far different from the slouching scrawny young man he had been. Coupling that with his handsome face, he surely could have any girl he pleased back home, but that was not what he desired that afternoon.
His time was up. He simply could not afford to stay by them any longer. His absence had already cost him his job, his credit cards were at their limit, and his family were desperate for him to return home, so there he stood by the swimming pool of his cheap hotel, waiting for them to come to him one last time. It was his going away party.
The fence gate swung open and finally they strode in, wrapped in their towels. Satisfied that there was no one else around, they took the towels off, instantly captivating him with their fit bikini clad figures. As they continued along the poolside their upsized round breasts were sloshing up, down and side-to-side within their stretchy little tops, and there was more of the same motion below in the fronts of their similarly overburdened bikini bottoms, forming a trio of lusty jiggling endowments barely restrained on each. Their contrasting hair colours were in high ponytails.
"Hi Paul," the blonde Sabrina sang. Danielle, the part oriental beauty, waved her fingers at him in greeting as well. They tossed their towels onto a nearby lounger and slipped into the water.
Silently he stood, watching impatiently as they carelessly treaded and swam, taking their time. They hadn't yet invited him into the water. Eventually their lackadaisical meanderings had them coming to meet in the water by his feet, and he stared down at them as they arrived into each others arms. They gave him teasing looks before crushing their bodies together, the bikini bound orbs of their chests squashing into a display of wet, raised cleavage. Silent, he stared in mad lust, wishing to be smeared between their blessed bodies.
Heads tilted and kissing deep, they were really going for it. Their hands were caressing and grabbing beneath the rippling pool water, and their breath was elevated. After to Paul a seeming eternity of this they finally stopped, and with looks much less playful than before glanced at him before again swimming apart...
And around and around they swam some more. Making him wait. Paul sighed. In his swimming trunks his desire was already apparent.
They repeated the process, meeting before him to again embrace, though this time they seemed to take it up yet another notch, so into each other they were. He shuddered with want as he heard their soft moans.
They stopped and stepped apart suddenly, and as they burst into a round of giggles were looking down into the water between them. Paul could just make out the form of Sabrina's submerged member, which had decided it was too excited to stay within in its confines. With a look of effort on her face Danielle squeezed a muscle to similarly flick her arousal out of the bikini bottom, and they stepped back together with their hips twisted sideways to make room. Their underwater caresses were then quite broad, demanding full motions of their lovely arms as they further primed their superior equipment.
They eventually stopped and turned to him, looking flustered over what they'd done to each other. "So, Paul... this is your party," Sabrina said. It was the first word uttered for what seemed hours of pained watching, and to Paul she was like a big dicked siren singing temptation's sweet song.
"Uh-huh."
"Do you like it so far?"
"I... yes, absolutely."
Sabrina giggled at that, then turned to whisper into Danielle's ear. The darker haired futa grinned and nodded to her.
Sabrina gave a kick of her legs to surge out of the water and hang off the poolside, open to the air from the waist up. Her member, nearly erect now, came down with a wet 'whap' upon the deck by his feet while her chest trembled, threatening to break free of the little top. Danielle with a look of evil mischief upon her face did the very same, doubling the madness he beheld. They were perfection from head to toe, but the pair of fourteen inch dicks lying on the pool deck was definitely their most arousing and intimidating feature.
"Haaa, fuck..." Not since that first night in November had he seen them both at once!
"Mmmm, Paul," Sabrina cooed softly as she leaned in, letting her little nose trace along the tension within his swim trunks. He looked to Danielle, and she was staring right back at him. It seemed too good to be true, but he could see it in her eyes, and it frightened him.
Today on his last day, they would both be having him. The threesome.