Isyrth House, Wednesday 6:18 AM
"Ugh ..." Isyrth groaned as he stumbled into his bathroom, shielding his eyes from the terribly bright rays of the morning sun. He still had a brutal hangover from the night before. "I hate myself..."
Although he didn't mean it literally, he hated his decision to agree with the rest of the group. Last night, instead of holding the party at the guildhall, Isyrth and his entourage took to the streets of Horancle, looking for a more relaxed bar where they could celebrate. His group was small, just him, Shawna, Jenet and a few other friends. They partied last night because it was a well-known fact that it was the trio's one-year anniversary, which means that they were putting up with each other for an entire year.
They didn't expect anything, but man, they were surprised when Izami, who was now the acting master of the guild since Edgard's death, threw a party for them. Some presents were presented to them, mostly small things, but a noteworthy gift was from Anne and Ragnar (in fact Ragnar had nothing to do with it, since he was still lost in the desert of ice and snow, but Anne was the definitive ward for Ragnar and kept him from looking like an idiot who forgot his son's figure.) The father and daughter duo got three tickets to Akane Resort, a very expensive and luxurious summer vacation getaway.
And they should be leaving today ...
Turning on the tap, Isyrth splashed some cold water on his face to wake up from his irregular state.
His bed was empty thanks to Izami. The jealous knight (although she never admitted) tried to maintain the image that their relationship was very pure and innocent, which means that Izami arranged for Shawna and Jenet to spend the night in a hotel. Of course, his two girlfriends did not care, or at least they did not object externally, so Izami was happy with that.
Isyrth cursed her, how dare she do that to him? Now he had to suffer from a serious case of morning erection, and none of his lovers were here to relieve him of such anguish.
"I knew I should have joined Speartiger ..." he murmured. At least Stark was fine with him and the girls having sex, as long as it was in the privacy of his own room. 'Heh, I thought that sometimes Shawna liked to do a little exhibitionism right in the middle of the guild hall.' Isyrth laughed.
Walking back to his empty room, he scowled. He didn't understand that that room was forbidden for girls, even when their entire wardrobe was in his room!
Sitting on the bed that Shawna made him buy, Isyrth stretched his muscles, yawning as he felt them fit. However, when stretching, a small piece of clothing caught his eye. Leaning over, Isyrth hooked his finger around a small rope on the floor and picked it up.
"Huh, I think Jenet accidentally left her favorite underwear ..." he smiled. He knew it was Jenet's because Shawna didn't wear panties, she was in charge, which was pretty damn sexy for him considering her slutty outfit.
Looking down at his stiffness, Isyrth laughed. "Well, it's not the real thing, but I can survive." Isyrth laughed. Time to relieve yourself. Most would consider masturbating with their perverted girlfriend's panties, Isyrth didn't care. In fact, Shawna said he would have encouraged her if she was wearing underwear.
Horancle Hotel, Wednesday 8:13 AM
After a quick "Isyrth time" and a shower, Isyrth was now walking down the hall to the room where his girlfriends are staying. But even after a year with them, Isyrth was still a little excited and couldn't wait to see them.
But walking through the corridors alone, Isyrth felt the uncomfortable feeling of loneliness after leaving Tpa in the guild for Lisa to take care of him while he was gone. Lisa, that wonderful woman, took good care of her "son". No questions.
Now Isyrth threw thoughts about Tpa from his mind when he was now in front of his girls' door.
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"Shawna? Jenet?" He asked when he knocked.
He heard the muffled sound of feet running towards the door and smiled. 'Oh my sweet Jenet, so anxious.' He laughed.
"Isyrth-sama ~" Jenet sang happily as she opened the door and jumped into his arms, hugging him with all her courage.
Isyrth laughed as he wrapped his arms around his girlfriend's smaller body and squeezed, "Jenet! I only went out for a few hours!" He laughed as he spun her around. On a side note, Isyrth was very happy to have gone ahead and relieved himself before appearing, otherwise, he would have jumped on the poor girl once he felt her huge breasts press against his chest.
"I know, but it felt like an eternity away from you!" Jenet said. Isyrth just looked at her strangely, wondering if she got it out of some sentimental love poem or something. "But enough of that, you're here now and Shawna-sama and I just packed up. We're all ready to go!"
Looking over his shoulder, Isyrth saw his bags and other luggage stacked neatly by the door. "Um, I think so. But where's Shawna? I don't see her there."
Jenet finally released him, "Shawna has already left to go to the train station to get our tickets, she said something about wanting to win the race and that we should meet her down there."
"Huh, she sure is a busy person," said Isyrth. The sooner they got the tickets, the sooner they would be on the train and the sooner they would be out of Hell's machine.
"I just think she's a little nervous," Jenet guessed.
Isyrth looked at her curiously, "And why would you say that?" He asked.
"Because it's our first time on a vacation together Isyrth-sama!" Jenet hooted with a small blush on her cheeks.
"Oh ... I didn't know that ..." Isyrth was surprised.
Jenet nodded happily, "Yes! This is definitely going to be special." She said before her face had a more solemn look. "But I just wanted to have my lucky panties ..." she sighed.
A lamp appeared over Isyrth's head. "Oh yes! I was trying to give this to you, but I just forgot!" He then reached into his pocket and took off his wrapped panties. "Here it is! You dropped them off at my place yesterday."
"Oh, that's where they went! That's a relief!" Jenet sighed, relaxing her shoulders. But on closer inspection, she noticed something quite strange. "Isyrth-sama, why are they so wet and sticky?" She asked innocently.
Isyrth just sweated. Jenet, a woman he had fucked over and over and done the most erotic, messy and sexiest things he had ever witnessed, could not recognize a substance she had in her body. Yes, Jenet was still a bit of a windbreaker.
"Let me get your bags ..." Isyrth said with an empty laugh and ran to get Shawna and Jenet's luggage, which luckily for him, was quite small, so he had no trouble picking them up. "Now are you sure you packed everything?"
"Yes Isyrth-sama," Jenet nodded.
Isyrth gave her an examining look. "Even your special back support pillow? You know how upset you are if you sleep without it."
Jenet blushed, a little embarrassed to know so much about her and how he cared so much. "Yes, Isyrth-sama."
"Now," he smiled. "Let's go, shall we?" He asked, trying to get her out the door.
Completely forgetting the small piece of clothing in her hand, Jenet stuffed the fine lace into a pocket and left the room. "And you are also very anxious, sir," she teased.
"Well, can you blame me? I just want to go to the beach with the two most wonderful girls in the world!" Isyrth said sarcastically, really just wanting to put on the fact that Isyrth masturbated with her panties behind.
Five minutes later ...
Shawna sighed as she looked at the small booklet in her hands. The little leather-bound book containing their passes and tickets for almost everything they want on the trip. She really had to thank Anne for that, it was really nice of her to do that. Maybe she was interested in a night of wild sex that boiled down to an inner weekend of fucking.
The only downside to this vacation was that Shawna would have to sit at the train station alone for a while, patiently waiting for her best friends to show up so they could leave. Well, she was not completely alone, as there were several people around her, all looking at large newspapers that hid their faces suspiciously. But Shawna didn't think much about it. After all, who was she to judge people doing weird things when she was dating two other people?
But, as has been said, the trip would be worth all the wait in the world.
Now it would be just her, Jenet and Isyrth together on the beach. Well, Jenet won't be there long, Shawna has the right plan in mind to get the little silver-haired maiden out of the way so she can have one by one with Isyrth. Now Shawna loved Jenet dearly, but sadly, she and her huge rack would get in the way.
Shawna just wanted to be alone with Isyrth for a while, nothing too serious. She would make him rub his body with tanning oil, tease him a little, maybe show him a little, and then for the grand finale ... ask him why he still didn't have the courage to propose to her!
She dug her nails into the plump, plump thighs. She had plunged 12 whole months into this relationship and so far he hasn't even mentioned the idea of marriage! What was he thinking? Won't they get younger? Of course it would be a little strange for him to marry two women, but let's be honest here, they've already received tons of scrutiny and disdain from almost everyone in the first few months. The paparazzi chased them 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, and constantly spreading false accusations (his personal favorite was the one where an idiot said Andrea was supposed to be at it).
'Ugh, maybe I should go ahead and buy a damn ring and force him to propose to me ...' Shawna snorted, a little fed up with Isyrth's slow pace.
Crossing his arms under his huge bust, Shawna shifted in his seat on the bench. - Oh, on second thought, nah, I shouldn't. I don't need to force you to do this. He will propose when he is ready. It was unreasonable for her to be angry with him, but it was also unreasonable for him to take longer than necessary. But of the two, he was the most stubborn, so she should be the one to give in if she didn't want to create a gap between them. 'Maybe Jenet can gently convince you. After all, she's probably thinking the same thing ... '
Fortunately for her, Shawna was pulled out of her thoughts when she saw her two lovers arrive at the train station with Isyrth carrying her luggage while Jenet looked at a magazine she bought on the way.
Getting up, Shawna started to greet them, but felt something slightly strange.
"Ma'am," a harsh voice spoke from behind the newspaper and an armored hand held up his small ticket book. "You dropped that."
"Oh," Shawna raised an eyebrow in surprise. "Thanks."
The person behind the newspaper just coughed. "No problem, just happy to help."
Smiling, Shawna put her fingers on top of the newspaper that was being held and tore it open, unmasking a surprised Izami who wondered how she was able to see beyond such a perfect disguise.
"Oh Izami-chan, did you honestly think I wouldn't notice you sitting next to me? Haaa, so naive." Shawna smirked.
Blushing, Izami began to stammer excuses and excuses. "II just wanted to make sure you got here safely. II am sorry, I-"
Shawna soothed the redhead by placing a gloved finger on the knight's lips. "Don't confuse my casualness with calm Izami. I'm furious. The only reason I didn't rip it to pieces now is because Isyrth is here." Shawna looked ugly, a wicked smile crossing her face. "However, if I dare to see you on our vacation, I will personally see to it that Isyrth never looks in your direction again."
Izami, even though she was perhaps the strongest woman in a thousand mile radius, visibly froze with the threat. What did the Territory Mage mean by that? Very scary!
"Now," Shawna then changed to a sweet smile and patted his head. "See you when we get back!" She waved to the redhead as she went to greet her boyfriend.
Izami just said back in his seat, completely lost with what had just happened.
"There is my handsome man," Shawna said annoyed as she opened her arms to hug her boyfriend. "It feels like a long time since I haven't seen you!"
Isyrth blushed as he hugged her back. "Wow, what's up with you and Jenet? You two saw me yesterday!" He groaned.
Shawna laughed as she released him, but not before holding his hand. "Well, what can we say? We are sticky." Shawna joked. She then looked at her silver-haired counterpart and raised an eyebrow. "Jenet?"
Jenet looked up from the magazine with an innocent look. "Yes, Shawna-sama?"
'Ugh!' The dark wizard moaned in his head. 'Stop adding the honorifics, dammit!'
"Did you bring everything?" She was sure Isyrth had already asked, but she wanted to check three times just in case. Receiving a nod from the burly woman, Shawna pressed harder. "Even that special pillow that reduces the stress on your back due to your unusually large breasts?"
"Shawna-sama!" Jenet shouted, her face red with shame. 'Why does everyone know that !?' She cried.
Laughing, Isyrth lifted the luggage on his arm again. "Well," he started, "let's continue on our way."
And with that, the trio started to travel to their train platform, listening to the tracks squeak when a newly arrived train stopped at the station. It looks like they arrived on time.
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Akane Resort, Wednesday 11:56 AM
It was a long train ride. Well, maybe not for the normal passenger, but for Isyrth, it was the definition of hell. Stuck in a small hut for more than two hours, bouncing on the side of the bench on a hard track, he almost spilled his guts on the floor. Luckily for him, Shawna was kind enough to knock him out to save him from further turmoil. After that, he wasn't sure what happened. All he remembered was a pair of soft thighs and a little nesting, that's all.
But now he was out of the death machine and was walking down the road towards one of the largest casino hotels in Vanadir. Only the rich and the super elite could reach this expensive resort, but they were lucky enough to meet a player who specializes in winning big. Anne really knew her stuff.
In the crowd of upper-class people, Isyrth stood out like an injured finger, especially since he had two of Vanadir's hottest women under his arm, supporting him as he groggily entered the building. They received many strange looks before a porter finally overcame his stupor and helped them with their bags.
Standing in front of a bench, Shawna and Jenet gently lowered Isyrth onto him and let him rest. "Go ahead and take them to our room," Shawna ordered. "You stay here, Isyrth, I'll register. Jenet, make sure he doesn't embarrass me."
"Alright, I will!" Jenet nodded when she sat next to him and quickly started to treat him as an overprotective wife. She even checked his temperature! Talk about commitment!
"I'm not sick," Isyrth teased, pulling her hand away.
"I will be the judge of that, Isyrth-sama." Jenet responded sweetly, leaning further into her personal space. Isyrth blushed, looking at Jenet's celestial melons as they were pushed by her arms. The poor girl didn't notice, but she was pressing her breasts so hard that she almost spilled out of her little top. Gradually, Isyrth could see the smallest bit of her nipple appearing over the collar.
"How indecent," Shawna stamped her foot with a disappointed expression on her face. She had just returned in time to see Isyrth flatter Jenet's burly breasts.
Isyrth never took her eyes off Jenet's perfectly browned watermelons. "Well, sometimes you can't help yourself," he shrugged, his lips going dry with hunger.
Jenet was oblivious to all forms when she continued to feel Isyrth's body temperature rise rapidly as she leaned closer to him. "Huh! You are burning! You must have a high fever."
Shawna frowned, surprised that no one was looking at them. "Probably because you're pushing your breasts in his face."
"There is?" Jenet looked confused before looking down, only now realizing that Isyrth's face was completely stuffed in her cleavage. "I'm sorry, Isyrth-sama!" Jenet apologized while she sat down again.
Isyrth just looked silly. "No, thanks ~" he said stupidly.
"Ugh," Shawna sighed as she took the two. "Come on, you two, let's just go to our room and get some rest before we go to the beach."
Returning to his normal state, Isyrth did his best to get up and stay straight. "Sounds like a plan!" He smiled as he started to march towards the elevator.
Looking at her zealous boyfriend, Shawna rubbed her temples, "I can't feel the migraine from this vacation anymore ..."
Jenet chuckled as she ran to catch up with her boyfriend. "Wait for me!" She screamed as she ran to find him.
In the bedroom
"Wow ..." Isyrth and Jenet said in awe as they looked around the room. Her hotel room - or rather, what Anne forgot to tell them was actually a suite - was beautiful. Large open windows to let in natural light, cream-colored walls, soft and beautiful carpet and very large and expensive furniture. The suite was not just a room, but a whole set of rooms, including a living area, a master bedroom, a master bathroom and a giant closet. The furniture looked very expensive and was in perfect condition. There was even a sofa in the living room! Not to mention the bed!
"I want to live here!" Jenet exclaimed with stars in her eyes. After all, she believed that every girl should have the opportunity to be treated like a princess.
Shawna, who was behind them, raised an eyebrow in surprise. "Hmm, this is certainly luxurious, almost like my room." She may have had more expensive things, but that doesn't mean she couldn't appreciate it!
Her pink-haired boyfriend had a different mentality. 'Think about how many positions I could fuck with them here!'
Wow, Isyrth has turned into a total pervert. But I think this should come as no surprise, considering he spent a whole year dating two of Vanadir's hottest women. Not to mention that I had sex with them routinely whenever they were together. He now understood why there were so many old perverts in the guild
Seeing that his bags were already positioned near the door, Shawna turned to his two lovers. "Well, if you don't mind, I'll see how the bathtub treats me. I'll be finished in ten minutes, so I better not catch you two being naughty. I want to look my best at the beach!" She said in a motherly tone.
"Why bother taking a shower when we're going to the beach?" Isyrth joked.
The dark-haired Territory Mage just laughed sheepishly. "I just want to relax and calm my muscles after so long sitting on a rough train ride." She said while playing with her fingers.
"Whatever ..." Isyrth snorted as he threw himself on the sofa and put his feet on the expensive coffee table.
"Jenet," Shawna looked at her mate, "make sure he doesn't do anything that I wouldn't want him to do, okay?" She asked.
"Yes, ma'am.", Jenet bowed. Waving back at her, Shawna turned to the bedroom and started to enter and close the door. Once she was alone with Isyrth, she promptly sat down beside him on her left on the couch.
Putting his arm around her shoulder, Isyrth laughed. "Boy, Shawna really has things under control, doesn't he?" He laughed.
Jenet nodded. "Yes, with Shawna-sama in charge of the trip, I'm not worried if something goes wrong!" The light silver-haired angel smiled.
Hearing the bath water start to flow slowly, they say in silence. Isyrth was looking indifferently at the ceiling and Jenet took out her magazine. But as she read, she subconsciously leaned over Isyrth and laid her head on his chest. This made Isyrth laugh internally at how he felt. He felt that this would be what a life with Jenet would entail. Total bliss. Just sitting on the couch with her, not worrying about anything. It would be nice and relaxing. Hell, maybe they have some brats running around?
Isyrth shook his head.
Why the hell was he thinking so far ahead? He was only on vacation with her because of Santa! Besides, Jenet probably wouldn't want children!
'Although ...' Isyrth stopped, looking at Jenet's excessively gifted chest. 'She would be able to take care of some babies ...'
This left Isyrth agitated.
Jenet's big tan melons looked so packed, being tucked into that tiny bra and shirt. The tanned twins jumped out of their blouses and seemed to want to tear their prisons of fabric. Isyrth almost felt sympathetic. Those huge jars deserved better than holding, a shelf like Jenet's deserved to be adored and nothing less!
He knew the looks men gave her when they walked the streets together. For her, it was an unadulterated wish list. For him, it was total jealousy. But since they were coveting his girl after all, Isyrth would crush his dreams and boldly reach out and take a handful of Jenet's supple breast meat right in front of them! The looks on their faces were one of total defeat and loss. Isyrth was a very lucky man and he knew it.
Of course, Jenet was more than a mere trophy for him and he made sure she knew it. Isyrth and Jenet had spent countless hours exchanging letters from day to day. Jenet would write a letter for him and he would return one of his own. Some of the messages she sent him were very cute and the ones he sent made her feel very naughty. It was the perfect spice they needed to keep them waiting for their next letter or their next meeting.
But here they were now, together on a couch. But not just together on a couch, but together on a couch alone ... With Shawna in the other room completely occupied, Isyrth could really have fun with Jenet.
Smiling, Isyrth slowly maneuvered his hand down Jenet's side. 'Now is my chance! 'Isyrth thought excitedly as his pants started to get a little tight as his mind went over the possible events that were about to occur.
Isyrth's hand trembled a little with emotion as she ran along Jenet's curvy side. He didn't know if Jenet was paying attention or not, but she didn't even move! Fortunately for him, Jenet chose to wear a skirt today, which meant easy access for his weird hand. Coming to the soft, padded skin of his thigh, Isyrth licked his lips as he slowly slid down her leg and into her skirt.
Jenet felt it. But she didn't move or say anything. The only way for Isyrth to know what she felt was the way her thumbs pressed more tightly to the sides of the magazine she held.
When his fingers neared their destination, Isyrth began to feel an immense heat emanating from the apex of his thighs.
"Oh my God," Isyrth whispered hoarsely in her ear, teasing her. "Someone is a little too anxious. It's like you're expecting us to be alone." He noticed.
Sensing how wet the fabric of her panties was, Isyrth let out a soft laugh, pressing his fingers into her soaked mound. Jenet stiffened even more when she felt his long fingers press against her heated sex. He continued to tease the poor woman by pressing lightly on his needy center, making sure he knew that he was his center of attention and his only point of interest.
But Isyrth wasn't cruel, he wasn't going to provoke her unnecessarily ... too much.
Hooking a finger around the wet fabric, Isyrth moved it to the side and let Jenet's bare pussy be revealed to the cool air of the room. She snorted heavily, spreading her legs a little more to give him more space to work.
Of course, when he opened it to the bedroom, Isyrth had to act disinterested. If Jenet thinks she can get along with him, giving him a gift without even showing any interest, he would return it ten times more. Smiling, he slowly pulled his hand away until a small moan of dissatisfaction escaped his lips, letting him know that she needed him to continue.
Isyrth showed a little mercy and returned his hand to his gushing core. But he thought of something even better. Removing her left hand, but replacing it with her right, Isyrth moved her skirt even higher on her thighs to facilitate access while her left hand occupied itself with something bigger. Her left hand now struggled to firmly grasp Jenet's huge breast, which overflowed from her hands and grew on the sides of her fingers.
"You know Jenet," Isyrth said out loud, obviously trying to make sure that Shawna didn't suspect anything and ruined their time together. "You seem very interested in that magazine, would you mind reading a little for me?" As soon as he finished asking, his long, experienced finger quickly pushed into his hot molten core.
Jenet gasped, having to bite her lip to stifle the moan that would surely have alerted her mate. "Y-Yes I-Isyrt-h!" She said shakily, visibly vibrating when Isyrth's finger started to pop out of her wet pussy, the sounds of her finger splashing in her juices, always so faint but still audible.
Isyrth did his best not to laugh, that was a lot of fun for him. Tightening the grip with his left hand on her left teat, Isyrth nudged her to start reading.
"S-Sorcerer's Weekly ... journalist, Jason, recently refused an interview," she swallowed, sweat starting to run down her forehead. She squeezed the magazine even more, almost tearing it. She wanted to cry and moan, but she didn't because she wanted to reach her climax before finishing. "... with Alice Realight o-on her recent breakup with fellow Mage Magnus."
"Very good," Isyrth whispered, sliding a second finger into her wet pussy that was practically drooling on her first finger. "But let's see how you do when I increase the difficulty, shall we?" He then hooked the index finger of his left hand around the neckline of his shirt and pulled it down along with his bra so that his round orb of breast meat jutted out, his nipple instantly hardened by the coldest temperature in the room .
Jenet was now fighting the tears of pleasure in her eyes. This was just too much for her!
"Seriously?" Isyrth said out loud again, smiling like crazy. "I didn't know that Alice and Magnus broke up, is she okay?" He asked as the fingers of his left hand pinched and twisted the hard bulge over his heavy chest.
"SS-She's doing it-well!" Jenet stammered, now clutching the magazines in her fists.
Deciding that he had enough fun, Isyrth took pity on the poor woman. "Do you want to come Jenet?" He whispered, blowing hot air into her ear.
The poor woman could not form words and just nodded, drool running down the sides of her mouth.
"Well, then, maybe you could do something for me. You know? I scratch your back, do you scratch mine?" He asked.
"A-anything, I-Isyrth-sama ..." Jenet smiled weakly. "Just let me come."
Getting the answer he wanted, Isyrth pushed her back and maneuvered her so that she was now leaning heavily on the couch with her legs spread almost like an eagle. Wanting to get this over with quickly, Isyrth used his right middle finger and moved it out of it now spouting a wet piece and pointed at his rarely penetrated ass. With a sly smile, Isyrth quickly pressed her middle finger, sending shocks of pleasurable electricity through Jenet.
The poor girl threw the magazine away and covered her mouth with her hands to try to silence the cry of pleasure. She had never come so hard in her life. She came so hard that her right leg started to go out of control. Her pussy spurted its slippery fluids, washing her entire hand with her orgasm, and flooded her place on the couch, ruining her skirt and pillow. Her huge breast swayed in his hand as he held it, the other soon leaping out and joining his twin outdoors.
After a few moments, Jenet was sweaty, breathless and half naked. She was now leaning heavily on Isyrth, holding her shirt in her fist. "Oh ..." she moaned, still feeling his finger move over her highly sensitive cunt.
"Wow Jenet," Isyrth chuckled, "I think you ruined the couch."
Jenet just hit him with her free hand, too weak to punch him. She didn't want to be teased after such a heavy orgasm. But of course, when she dropped her hand on her lap, she felt his hard cock pressed firmly against her shorts. Feeling it, she felt his hot, throbbing member throb at her touch. She was surprised that his cock hadn't ripped her shorts off yet.
"Isyrth-sama, you are so tough," Jenet observed, still feeling him.
Isyrth laughed as he took the hand that was holding his shirt and held it. "And here I thought you would never notice, would you mind helping me with this?" He nudged her.
Jenet nodded anxiously, happy to help her lover relieve her own stress. "Of course, Isyrth-sama!" She said anxiously, but blushed with embarrassment when he silenced her for speaking so loudly. "How would you like me to help?" She whispered innocently.
Isyrth smiled as she removed her fingers from under her skirt and held them in her mouth, watching with satisfaction as she took his fingers in her mouth and sucked on them, cleaning them. "Well, isn't it obvious?" He asked, getting off the couch and getting between her legs. Lifting her skirt, she was now completely off her hips and wrinkled in her stomach.
"It's been a few weeks ..." Isyrth stopped, blowing hot air into Jenet's wet pussy. "I want to fuck you wherever I need to."
Jenet smiled, a massive blush covering her cheeks as she looked down, watching as he lowered the waistband of his shorts, letting his swollen cock dangle out. She cried out a little when she felt him press its bulbous tip into her heated entrance, tracing the lips of her vagina.
Smiling, Isyrth slowly pressed the head of his cock, enjoying the soft moans that erupted from his mouth. He was also happy to have buried his tip in Jenet for the first time in a long time. As always, he had to make a comparison between her pussy and Shawna's. Jenet's was super tight and almost made it burst with just the pressure, while Shawna's was exceptionally hot and juicy, almost like a well of hot water. But the two girls had their specialties.
Isyrth put her fingers on Jenet's sides, burying herself to the hilt in her firm grip, pressing her balls into the fleshy pads of her ass.
"Jenet ..." Isyrth hissed her name, his eyes fixed on hers.
"Isyrth-sama ..." Jenet moaned with narrowed eyes, feeling her hot length stretch her tight passage with her insane circumference.
Pulling her hips back until only his cock was inside Jenet's pussy, Isyrth pushed back hard enough to press her further on the couch, making her body tremble and her full breasts sway with force. Isyrth looked away from her to see her magnificent breasts sway and sway. Jenet's heavy breasts looked so heavenly in the natural light, glistening with sweat. Then, doing what any sane man with libido would do, Isyrth took his right hand from her hip and grabbed a handful of her right breast as he did before, squeezing it to his heart's content.
"Ahhh ..." Jenet whimpered, her breath hot and ragged from the pleasure of having her lover play with her breasts. "So hard ..." she had missed Isyrth's harsh but experienced and provocative touches. He seemed to know every little button to press when he was with her to make her feel the height of euphoria.
Isyrth slowly started to move his hips. "Jenet, your breasts ..." he began to whisper passionately, "they are so big! Look at them, like two giant tan marshmallows." It wasn't the smartest comparison, but damn, it was what he thought.
Not being able to handle the dryness of his mouth any longer, Isyrth looked at her untouched breast, her nipple erect and proud while his own was pleasurable and stimulated. Leaning over, Isyrth opened his mouth wide before taking the hardened heartwood in his jaw, sucking the soft flesh of his soft chest. His goal was to make her squirm and scream in her hands.
'I know she won't be able to contain herself when I do this ...' He smirked as he started to run his tongue over her hard nipple, knowing how much the blue-haired Mage loved it when he did that. And man she did, her already tight grip wrapped even tighter around his cock, almost milking it. But that gave Isyrth an idea. Imitating the way her pussy tried to milk his cock, Isyrth used her right hand to make milking movements on her left breast.
"Nyah!" Jenet bit her lip, dangerously close to drawing blood this time. It seems that Jenet came a second time for the way she choked and Isyrth began to feel more of her slippery discharge on his shaft and sac.
With a provocative smile gracing his lips around her nipple, Isyrth looked at her, capturing her eyes and sending a non-verbal message. She knew what he meant and nodded with tears streaming down her face in pleasure.
Isyrth still pushed on, hitting his hips against his shaved mound, hitting his well-used grip with his heated rod. Jenet may have come, but that doesn't mean that Isyrth felt nothing, he felt all of his sensations. With her wet walls desperately clinging to his hard flesh, Isyrth knew he only had a matter of time before he came, too.
Now switching from milking to a juggling movement with her left breast, Isyrth felt the considerable weight of Jenet's fat breast and felt his cock throb even more. To have a breast fetish and have Jenet as a girlfriend, Isyrth was in paradise. He was now sucking on her nipple even harder than before, fucking her pussy even harder than before, too. He would not contain himself. Whether he wanted to or not, the sound of his flesh pounding echoed through the room, turning them on even more.
Feeling his climax getting even closer, Isyrth pulled his mouth away from her breast. "Jenet ..." he whispered hoarsely. "Where do you want this?" He asked, referring to his cargo.
"Inside ... me ..." She gasped, her tongue dangling out of her mouth from the overload of pleasure. She was not worried, she was at least 78% sure that she had taken the pill recently.
Nodding, Isyrth took a few final thrusts and placed both hands on her hips and buried her face in her mountainous breasts. Within moments, Isyrth finally reached its climax. Her cry was drowned out by her heavy breasts, but Jenet heard it before she felt his hot seed drip out of his cock and directly into her steamy hot pussy. His balls were swollen and throbbing as they pressed against his ass cheeks.
"Isyrth-sama," Jenet moaned warmly, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him further into her. His seed was so hot, almost too hot. But she liked it anyway, made her feel complete inside.
"Jenet ..." Isyrth chuckled, feeling herself slipping out of it. "That was very good."
"Yes, it was the best," Jenet smiled lovingly, leaning down to caress her nose on the curve of his neck as she hugged him.
Isyrth laughed before hugging her back. "You say that every time we have sex!" He smiled.
"It is because you are very good at this." Jenet pouted softly, slightly pointed out that she had to point this out.
"I am, am I not? As if I don't want to blow my own horn or something, but I'm very good. An inferior man wouldn't be able to accompany you and Shawna like me!" Great, now Isyrth was raving about his own sexual abilities. Jenet, being a very nice person, just nodded and smiled, she didn't have the courage to tell him to stop since her comment made him very happy.
But, luckily for Jenet, Shawna started to drain the bath water, causing Isyrth to shut up immediately and strive to look presentable. Jenet did too, pulling her blouse and bra over the big melons and adjusting her skirt and panties.
As soon as Jenet got up, Isyrth almost screamed in horror. "Jenet! Look! Your place!" He almost cried. Right where Jenet was sitting, there was a small muddy puddle of his mixed fluids.
'Shawna is going to kill us! Shawny is going to kill me! ' The golden-haired teenager cried inside.
Jenet, being the duo's logical thinker (that is, when Shawna isn't in the room), slaps her chin thinking before having a brilliant idea. Smiling happily while avoiding disaster, Jenet simply turned the sofa cushion over and promptly sat down, emitting a casual aura as she took the magazine in her hands and started reading.
"Nice!" Isyrth raised his thumb while inwardly berating himself for not thinking about it. Now, moving on to what he should do to appear inconspicuous, he immediately fell to the floor and started doing push-ups. Totally believable.
Slowly, the bedroom door opened and a narrow-eyed Shawna entered the room, her body still wet, but wrapped in a towel with wet hair spread over her shoulders.
"Why do I have the feeling that you two did something that could cost us money?" The beautiful brunette asked.
- I said it once and I will repeat, Shawna is much more fun when she is drunk. Isyrth thought as he continued his push-ups. After all, Shawna being drunk was what started this whole relationship.
"What do you mean, Shawna-sama?" Jenet asked softly, tilting her head to the side.
Shawna didn't answer Jenet, just looking around the room suspiciously, she knew something was wrong, she just had to find out what. Continuing to look around the room for a while longer, Shawna finally stopped in the center of the room with her arms crossed under her heavy chest. She found nothing.
"Hmm ... be ready for the beach in five minutes, Isyrth," Shawna said, interrupting his search. "Jenet, let's get ready."
As soon as Jenet and she left the room, Isyrth dropped to the floor and sighed, "It was close ..."
Akane Beach, Wednesday 12:30 pm
"Wow ..." Isyrth started.
"This place is ..." Jenet answered.
"Completely deserted!" Shawna finished.
Well, the beach was not completely deserted, there were a few small groups of people scattered here and there, but besides them, the place could very well be arid. Of course, toys and food stalls were working on the boardwalk, but there was no one there either. To make things a little funnier, most of the people there were older people and their respective prospectors who brought them in.
"Well, I guess that's what you get for going to a very expensive mid-week resort, right?" Shawna guessed.
Jenet nodded, "Besides, are most people probably going to eat something?" It was not the most logical, but it was his attempt at explanation.
Isyrth paid no attention to them while behind them, he was focused on something much more important than the beach population.
'Where did they buy so naughty bikinis !?' He cried in his head, trying not to get a furious erection from his girlfriend. Of course he had sex with Jenet not too long ago, but Isyrth was not a broken guy. He needed several rounds to satisfy his hunger.
Jenet wore a slightly more conservative bikini compared to Shawna's. A light blue tube top that struggled hard to contain his sturdy melons that looked protruding from the seams, even worse was the fact that his nipples were pressed firmly against the top so that he could distinguish the slightest features of his areola. As for the bottom, she wore a light blue matching thong that went very low on her hips. Isyrth couldn't help wanting to pull him down a little further ...
And as for Shawna ...
Holy shit, it was scandalous. Shawna wore a fucking sling bikini. Sling-type bikini fuck! There could be children here! Furthermore, Isyrth could not believe that she was really the king's daughter and she dared to wear such a naughty swimsuit. It barely covered her nipples, making her breasts bounce and form a tight neckline. As for her, her lower coverage. - My Santa, that ass! 'It was the thought Isyrth had in his head when he looked at Shawna's big booty. Those round, fleshy cheeks were completely exposed for Isyrth to covet when the slender thing came in front of her and dug deep between her fleshy butt pads before shooting over her back.
He just knew he had to have it almost immediately. But as the beach was almost totally arid, this proved to be the perfect opportunity for eccentric sex ...
"Well," Shawna said, lifting his beach bag over his shoulder. "We will find a location that is quite easy, since there is no one here."
Watching her walk, Isyrth held Jenet a few steps back. "Hey, Jeny-chan ..." He whispered with a strange smile on his face.
Jenet frowned a little. She learned very quickly that Isyrth would call her by her nickname whenever she wanted something, the difficult part was swallowing the cowardly plan she had in mind.
"Yes, Isyrth-sama?" She asked cute.
Isyrth just leaned into his ear and began to whisper, telling him the plan and begging for his cooperation. As the nice woman she is, Jenet agreed, even though she was not 100% in agreement with the idea. But if it were for her Isyrth-sama, she would do anything!
Shawna looked over her shoulder, noticing the two of them conspiring a few feet behind her. She just sighed heavily, her shoulders falling. She didn't know what they were doing, but she just knew it involved her.
'Well ...' She smirked, 'You better get involved after I go out of my way to buy this tiny swimsuit.' Oh yes, Shawna had planned this. Isyrth may think he is the genius, but in fact she is the one behind it all, pulling the strings behind the curtains. She knew that, once she left them alone, Isyrth and Jenet would act on their basic instincts, giving her the opportunity to take Jenet out of the spotlight for a while, giving her and Isyrth some time alone.
'I still can't believe they really believed my whole story about Anne, as if that bad drunk was as cool as giving us tickets.' Shawna was also the one who originally bought the tickets and researched when the best time to go would be, giving them an entire beach to be alone.
It took hours of planning, but man, it was paying off.
Finding the perfect spot, Shawna started walking a little faster. The place was quite isolated, passing the walkway and behind those who were really there. Honestly, she hated beaches, as she knew they were usually packed with people, but she could shoot herself in the dark and risk going to Isyrth. Fortunately for her, her gamble paid off and now she was only being coveted by excited old men and their plastic prostitutes.
Looking back, it seems that Jenet and Isyrth stopped plotting and caught up with her.
"There, let's sit over there." Shawna pointed.
"Ooh! What a lovely place! Good job, Shawna-sama!" Jenet applauded.
'Perfect!' Isyrth thought ominously as he made that evil hand that most cliché villains make. "You are right, this is a good place," he said unconvincingly.
Jenet just smiled nervously at the whole situation. 'Isyrth-sama is not very good at acting ...'
Placing her purse in place, Shawna stretched out her arms, giving Isyrth a beautiful view of her voluptuous body. While Isyrth tried to keep his jaw from falling and his erection from tearing at his shorts, Shawna smiled as he bent down to retrieve his towel from his bag. His curvature almost left Isyrth in a frenzy of lust.
Santa! Her ass is so amazing! - He clenched his fists.
Putting on his towel very quickly, Shawna wasted no time in lying on the towel, stomach down. "Ah, that sun is good on the body, isn't it, Jenet?" She asked.
Jenet smiled as she placed her towel on the sand. "Yes, it makes me feel so alive!"
Isyrth just decided awkwardly whether he should get his towel or not. He did not want to lie down and risk any malfunction of the wardrobe, also known as tearing his shorts. Well, he didn't care, but he knew going out would be a hassle with everyone looking at his member.
Shawna just looked at him with a sly smile, "Is something wrong, Isyrth?" She asked in an innocent tone.
He walked to stand between Jenet and Shawna's beach towels and nudged his busty silver-haired lover with his foot, signaling that now was the time to act.
"Uh ... I just realized that I forgot my uhh ... sand tools!" He slammed his fist into his open palm.
Shawna and Jenet looked at him in disbelief.
"Sand tools?" Shawna asked. 'Of all the things to lie about, did he choose this one? Well, I'm not exactly dating him because of his brain ... '
"Uh, yes! Sand tools! Every time we go to the beach, Izami makes us compete in a sandcastle competition and Tpa and I always do our best! It soon became a habit and I love doing it. But ever since I don't have my tools ... "Isyrth stopped, giving Jenet the signal.
Jenet's eyes widened and she shot, almost making her breasts jump so fast that she jumped. "Don't be afraid, Isyrth-sama! I'll go to their pier and see if they have any for sale!"
Isyrth just hugged her. "Thank you Jenet, you are a lifesaver!"
She just blushed and released him from the embrace. "I'll be back in a few minutes, have fun!" She bowed to them before turning to walk to the pier.
Shawna just shook his head and rolled his eyes. 'These two are terrible at acting ...'
Leaning his chin on his crossed arms, Shawna just looked at the ocean and smiled. These two made sure things got interesting.
Isyrth nodded to Jenet for a little while before looking back at Shawna. A sweet, sickening smile crossed his face when he knelt down, he knew that Shawna had brought tanning oil with them and if Isyrth knew one thing, it was that plain oil could make the best day of his life.
"Shawna," Isyrth said as she reached into the bag, "Do you want a relaxing back massage?" He asked as he held out his hand with the oil bottle.
Looking over his shoulder, Shawna smiled knowingly, "Boy Isyrth, I knew you wouldn't be able to resist me in a suit like that, but you're really moving fast!" She joked.
Isyrth opened the bottle and tilted it over his back, letting the thick liquid drip out of the bottle and accumulate on his lower back. "Haha yes, but I just wanted to thank you for all the amazing food you made, it really was delicious."
"Oh? I didn't know you liked my food so much. I'm flattered." Shawna smirked.
Slowly, his hands began to rub the oil on his body, spreading it in thin layers with calloused hands. He didn't even answer why he was so overwhelmed by the feel of his skin. To get a better angle to massage your back and shoulders evenly, Isyrth placed his knees on either side of his legs and hovered over his thighs, pressing his erection stretched across the fleshy cheeks of his buttocks. Thanks to the lack of coverage that Shawna was using, Isyrth had easy access to her upper back and rubbed her shoulders with ease, making it a practical mass in her hands.
Shawna was impressed, Isyrth knew how to give a great massage! But, unfortunately, things were going very slowly in his opinion. She thought that now he wouldn't be able to resist her and would have taken her right there, but she could only imagine that Isyrth had a little control. Smiling seductively, she lifted her hips slightly and pressed her round ass against his pelvis, hoping to have given him the message that he could do whatever he wanted.
And well received message.
"Oh ..." Isyrth smiled, exposing his fangs. "I was right when I heard you wanted my dick. Here Jenet and I thought you were responsible, but I found out that you're just as excited as we are!" He joked.
Dropping one of his slippery hands down, he firmly grabbed a handful of delicious ass that Shawna bragged about, clutching the firm pad of meat in his hands. "Shawna, if I didn't know better, I would say that your ass gets bigger every time I see you!" Isyrth joked.
Shawna yawned, "Well duh, a girl has to stay healthy. But that doesn't really fit with her weak hand, however, I would expect my boyfriend to be a little tougher when taking his property." She urged him.
Fortunately for her, Isyrth noticed her joke, but decided to play along anyway. "My property? Well, now that I know that I own this ass, I'm going to do what I want with it!" Isyrth smiled.
Bringing his other hand to the other cheek, Isyrth dug his fingers deep into her flesh, making her moan at how strong he was holding her. His tanned flesh swelled in the spaces between his fingers. Isyrth pressed his cheeks and rubbed them vigorously, shaking his ass manually. He rolled his cheeks in all kinds of different ways, wanting to see his glowing skin rolling and spreading in front of his eyes.
"I love it when you play with my body!" Shawna snarled seductively, working her ass against his grip. She was absolutely wet from playing! "Be hard on me! Make me feel it!"
Isyrth couldn't stop smiling, now he was turning Shawna's ass in bright pink! He didn't give up. His round, agitated cheeks were a mass for his sculpture.
For Isyrth, he loved having rough sex with his girls, while Jenet was fine with it, he just couldn't hurt her. But with Shawna, she was a different story. She could take the punishment and even enter it. Isyrth was never afraid to be dominant with her.
"You want me to be tough, huh?" Isyrth looked sideways at her, pressing his erection into the neckline of her generous ass. "Do you really want me to let go?"
"Oh fuck, yes! Be tough! Don't restrain yourself!" She licked her lips.
Isyrth did not answer. He just parted his cheeks and looked at her half-naked vagina. Well, not your vagina, but the forbidden entrance just above your trembling lips. That was his real prize. Moving the thin rope out of the way, Isyrth made sure his thumb was well covered with oil before placing it on top of his ass.
Shawna was going to say something, whether in protest or excitement that he didn't know, but he silenced her using his left hand to rub his left cheek before giving a hard slap, causing the thick flesh to sway with the impact and a bright red impression. showing on your already red skin. The woman purred, her pussy now flowing strongly with excitement.
- Yes, she liked that a lot. Isyrth smiled. He just had to keep the act dominant and everything would go his way. Without wasting time, Isyrth took the liberty of pressing his thumb into her tight entrance making Shawna gasp with pleasure and a little pain.
"Ah! S-so daring!" She exclaimed.
"Well, if you think it's bold, wait until I get you oiled and ready!" He smiled when he started to fuck her ass with his finger, lubricating it and making it easier for him.
She gripped the towel tightly, biting her lip to stifle her moans, unless she alerted everyone on the beach that she was getting some anal foreplay.
Isyrth, who now had his thumb buried to the joint in her tight ass, smiled as her body contorted.
"Come on, Shawna, shout and I'm going to give these old men a real show!" Slowly, he started pushing his thumb back and forth, making her moan harder.
"Stupid ..." she gasped, "do you really want to be banned?" Although his mouth could be denying, his body was totally in favor. Her tight entrance curled around her thumb even harder and her pussy made the towel wet.
Isyrth saw how his body was reacting and rejected what his mouth had said. Shawna was just saving her appearance, wanting to make sure he knew she was responsible.
"Ah, I understand what you mean," he smiled as he removed his thumb from his needy hole, making her moan with dissatisfaction. But he wouldn't let her down for long, his penis was ready to take the reins and end it. Grabbing his clothed erection, Isyrth tore the front of his swimming trunks down and let his rock-hard erection rock out. Taking his hands, Isyrth pointed to Shawna's ass.
'I know that in the past, anal has always given me problems. Pleasure usually makes you explode almost immediately, but I don't care now! I'm going to make Shawna feel something! 'Isyrth thought with conviction.
Slowly, he pressed his heated tip hard enough to sink into its tight entrance. Shawna moaned loudly at that. Thanks to his previous foreplay, he knew he had easy access thanks to the lubricant.
"Shawna ..." Isyrth breathed with a huge blush on her face for having his cock slowly enveloped by her wonderful ass, "you are so tight!"
Shawna did not respond with words, she let her body speak. She lifted her hips and pressed her ass back, burying Isyrth's balls deep in her tight ass. This action caused Isyrth to let go of all his arms and place both hands in the sand, digging his fingers as he moaned.
"Fuck ..." he groaned, the pressure around his cock was almost too much! He should have chosen something else!
'Damn it! I knew I should choose something else! 'He was in a bad mood, his bag already tingling with the feeling of being buried in Shawna's ass. - But if I'm going to explode, I might as well take it with me! '
Pulling out until only the tip was left inside, Isyrth sent all his strength to his hips, blowing his cock back into his tight ass. Shawna was pushed forward with force, she shivered a little when he started to piston back and forth.
"Isyrth ~ "Shawna let his tongue come out of his mouth as he repeatedly hit her with all his strength." Too rough ~ "
Isyrth paid no attention to her, instead he used his right hand to meander up to her front and roughly grabbed her huge breast. The difference between Jenet's and Shawna's jugs was not just the size (Jenet's being a good cup or two bigger), but they had different properties. Jenet's lightly tanned jambs were extremely soft and flexible, capable of crushing in any way that Isyrth desired. But Shawna's cans were very firm and resistant to his fingers, not to mention that she had extremely attractive tan lines on her breasts that gave Isyrth a good view of the contrast of her skin.
Continuing to hammer Shawna into oblivion, Isyrth's fingers desperately held on to Shawna's mature bosom, trying their best to form any kind of shape from the chest. They were very good handholds for a rough fuck.
But Shawna's firm breasts weren't the only thing that stood out. While he was pushing inside her, Isyrth licked his lips as he looked at the cheeks of her bobbing ass and colliding with his pelvis. Her abused ass rocked deliciously and the sound of her coupling should have been enough to echo across the beach.
Her left hand captured most of her long flowing black hair and held it in her hands, pulling her head back and forcing her to arch, making her look at him out of the corner of her eye. Then, when she saw the passionate fire in his eyes, she immediately came.
"Gah!" Shawna gasped when the knot in her stomach came undone and she felt her juices drip from her thighs to the towel under them.
Isyrth just kept beating his hips down on her, his right hand now gripping her right breast so hard it started to turn red. His senses caught the faint scent of her juices and deduced that she had just reached a climax, which meant he was free to shoot at will.
"Get ready, Shawna," he growled. "I'm about to come, where do you want to go?"
Shawna looked at him over her shoulder, her face now covered her beautiful features and she had spat and drool covering the lower half of her face.
"Go ahead ..." she moaned, closing her eyes in pleasure. "Come inside me ..."
Needing no further instructions, Isyrth released her breast and hair and planted both hands on her fleshy ass. Pulling both round cheeks and crushing them down the body, Isyrth roared when he felt his balls and shaft pulse. Shawna whimpered when she felt his shaft expand inside her tight ass. Soon Isyrth's seed began to run out of his penis, sending its hot, boiling strings of semen deep into his body, warming her.
"Ahh!" Isyrth groaned as he looked up, feeling completely relaxed after dumping his load inside her.
"Oh God ..." Shawna screamed, tears of pleasure streaming down her face as she felt her insides heat up. She couldn't believe the heat that her sperm produced.
They stayed like that for a while, Isyrth collapsed on top of Jenet and let his half-hard dick escape from her cum-filled ass. Now his sensitive member was between the cheeks of her ass, feeling the cool breeze.
"Wow, I'm awesome!" Isyrth patted his back. "New personal record!"
Shawna rolled her eyes with a small smile playing on her lips. "Oh brother ..." she sighed.
"Like, I didn't think it would make you come before me! But I just kept going and put a lot of strength into my thrusts. I think it's really true that if you put your mind on something, you can accomplish anything!" Isyrth smiled.
Before Isyrth could continue, Jenet finally returned with a small bucket and spade. "Isyrth-sama! I took things!" She jumped on them.
Isyrth just looked at her in disbelief, he had honestly forgotten about Jenet fetching tools for a sandcastle. "Oh yeah, I kind of forgot about that ..." Isyrth said as he stepped down from his Shawna, leaving Jenet to see his pillar half-straight.
Seeing his stick covered with juices, Jenet puffed her cheeks in a pouting fire. "Boy, I wish I had joined you two ..."
Shawna just laughed haughtily. "Haha, well next time you should pick up your pace! No man can resist my beautiful body for long!" Shawna bragged.
"Sorry about that Jenet," Isyrth laughed nervously as he put the stick back in his shorts. "But that's all I want to do now, I just want to enjoy the beach." He lied.
Jenet and Shawna turned their heads to the side while wondering why he only told a blatant lie when they both knew their hunger for sex was almost insatiable.
Moving in front of his seat, Isyrth sat on the sand, stretching his limbs. "I should get myself a house here on the beach ..." He thought out loud.
Jenet moved to sit beside him on her right, leaning her head slightly on his shoulder. "It would have a wonderful view."
"Not to mention all the space you could want," Shawna added as she adjusted her swimsuit to cover herself again while sitting on his left. She also rested her head on his shoulder.
With a small peaceful smile, Isyrth looked at the two women at her sides.
'I don't think I could choose one over the other, I just can't.' The golden-haired young man thought.
"Shawna. Jenet."
"Yes?" Both asked.
"I love you both..."