Cover Shoot update

The dim light of the street silhouettes Kate as she bends over the sleeping Charlotte and you immediately think the worst. You turn on the light, hoping to shock everyone back to their senses, but when the light snaps on, you’re the one who’s shocked.

Kate’s naked. She has Charlotte’s blanket drawn down around her knees. Charlotte’s nude too, her breasts flushed and stiff-nippled from Kate’s hands.

“What are you going?” you ask Kate, though it’s about as obvious as can be without a diagram on hand.

“I don’t know?”

Still showing no shame—and God, she has nothing to be ashamed of with that body—Kate sits down on the foot of the bed and stares at the floor. You can’t believe she’s not looking at Charlotte. Together, both of them are pretty much ludicrous. Sex appeal piled on top of sex appeal, every body part something new and sensual, yet everything curving and flowing together like a sculpture. It’s pure femininity in its most luscious form, the two of them, like they’re funhouse mirror distortions of each other, only the mirror doesn’t make them ridiculous, it swells up their curves, lengthens their legs, until it’s hard to tell who’s real and who’s the illusion.

“I’ve wanted her so much,” Kate continues. “I thought that, after you’d made up your mind, either I’d be angry at her or she’d be angry at me, so I’d better—“

“I thought it was you!” Charlotte interrupts, sliding nearer to you. “She was touching me and I thought you were doing it. I was so turned on… but she’s another woman. How can that be?”

“Maybe we shouldn’t worry about that,” you say, pushing through the confusion and chaos to get to something just as crazy, but at least it feels right. “Maybe… if what she’s doing is turning you on… she should keep doing that. And if you want me to touch you so bad… I should do that too.”

You lay down in the center of the bed, pulling Kate along with you so you’re both next to Charlotte. You in the middle, them on either side of you. For a moment, you stay in that position, all of you getting used to the feel of being in the same bed, about to do what you’re about to do. It feels good, to you at least, and you can’t see any discomfort on their faces. At least, not anymore. It dwindles away while your cock pulses and swells, Kate and Charlotte watching your erection rise with mounting anticipation.

“Now,” you say, putting your hands behind both girls’ heads and pushing them together over your chest. “Go ahead. Try it with each other. Just forget about me—I’ll remind you I’m still here before too long.”

They’re hesitant, but Kate is still lusting after Charlotte—this is too tempting for her to resist. She leans in the rest of the way from where you’ve situated them and she kisses Charlotte’s cheek, a peek, a preview. Charlotte kisses her back just as shyly.

Kate runs her hands over Charlotte’s shoulders, onto her gorgeous breasts, her taut belly, those ponderously rounded hips, and as she touches her, the kisses become more insistent. Her lips fix onto Charlotte’s and you see McKinney panic a little before she resolves to kiss Kate back. You settle down into the mattress, watching them kiss each other. It’s thrilling, arousing, and even moreso because you know they’re not trying to tantalize you, they’re just indulging in their passion for each other.

Slowly and surely, they get more into it, embracing, tonguing each other’s mouths, their bodies and hair and limbs thoughtlessly rubbing against you as they caress on top of your body.

“Let me taste you!” Kate suddenly cries, and then the two of them are struggling with each other as much as helping, getting Charlotte onto her back with her legs spread wide to let Kate get at her juicy cunt.

Charlotte’s voluptuous body arches sweetly, her jubilant breasts up in the air, as Kate’s tongue wiggles happily inside of her. You can’t help but emphasize with how excited Kate seems. You remember the first time you ate out a woman, and now you can see not only how Kate is tackling it, but the effect it’s having on Charlotte.

Kate has one arm under her body, fingering her own sex as she eats Charlotte out, and you roll over onto your side so you can catch every facet of what Kate is doing. You close your fist around your prick, stroking it nice and slow to keep up with the arousal they’re both obviously feeling.