Page 89 of A Master's Destiny
I settle between Panya’s legs while Durov does the same with Manya. Turning to Durov, I give him a cheeky smile and a challenge. “Let’s see who can make their sub come first.”
“You’re on, comrade.”
He dives in, and I hear Manya squeak beside me.
Looking at Panya, I tell her, “You are allowed to come as quickly and as often as you like.”
The girls reach out and grasp each other’s hands while Durov and I get down to business. Competitive by nature, I don’t rush the process and risk possibly overstimulating my sub’s clit. Instead, I take the slow and steady approach, slipping my finger into her pussy to stimulate her G-spot while I lick and tease her swollen clit.
The girls moan and start bucking their hips, desperately clutching each other’s hands as we ramp our stimulation up. I can feel Panya starting to tense, and I know I’m getting her close.
Just before she reaches the precipice, Manya clamps Durov’s head between her thighs. Tuned into each other, the two girls cry out in unison as they come. I almost lose control when I feel Panya’s pussy quivering against my tongue.
Turned on by her climax, and with no clear winner in sight, I suggest a new challenge. Flipping Panya over, I pull her up on her hands and knees and issue a final challenge. “Let’s see which of us can make our sub come first while fucking her in the ass.”
Durov chuckles. “Prepare to lose,moy droog.”
Inspired, I order the twins to face each other and tell Manya, “I want you to see your sister’s face when she comes first.”
Durov laughs, “It’s the other way around, comrade.” He slaps Manya’s ass playfully. “Isn’t that right, Manya?”
“Yes, Rytsar,” she purrs.
Grabbing the lubricant from my nightstand, I squeeze some into my hand before tossing it to Durov.
After my cock is thoroughly lubed, I clean off my hands and gaze down at Panya’s perfect rosette. Just as I did while eating her, I take my time, penetrating her tight ass with the head of my cock. I groan in sheer pleasure, gripping her buttocks with both hands as I start rocking my hips.
Panya arches her back, moaning with desire as I push my shaft deeper into her. I stroke her slowly at first, letting her body adjust to the sensual invasion.
Then, when I feel she is ready, I grab her hips and thrust even deeper.
I look to see the two girls staring at each other, their mouths open in the shape of perfect O’s as they take our challenging strokes.
Unfortunately, watching their tits bounce with every thrust while I listen to their lusty cries proves too much. I know I’m not going to last long after enjoying their expert session of fellatio earlier. Rather than fight it, I growl loudly and tell Panya, “I’m about to come in your ass.”
Those words set off a chain reaction.
Panya suddenly stiffens. The moment I feel her inner muscles milking my cock as she orgasms, I join her release, pumping her ass full of my come. Manya immediately screams that she’s coming, too, and I hear Durov’s lusty roar in answer. In a matter of seconds, we all are climaxing together.
Afterward, I’m left panting as I lie beside Panya. Pulling her close to me, I kiss her on the cheek and then look at Durov.
I nod to him, grateful for his unexpected gift.
The girls enjoy dressing me for the special event. They take their time as they button every button, help me into the vest, and take extra care with my tie to make sure it’s perfect. While they work, Durov tells me about the expansions he’s added to the Tatianna Legacy Center.
“We now have people coming in from all over the world every month to attend lectures on the lesser-known dialects we are preserving. They come to add their knowledge and input.”
“Tatianna would be proud of your efforts,” I tell him.
“When I see her on the other side,moy droog, I want her to know I honored her well.” I see the intense pain burning in his blue eyes.
“You have, my friend.” I reach out to him, knowing he still grieves for Tatianna. I can’t imagine loving someone as much as he loved her. “The world is benefitting from the love you shared. She sees it.”
He nods, his smile returning. “Da.”
The twins slip on my jacket and step away, looking very pleased with their efforts.
I glance in the mirror and smile. “Fine job, ladies.”
