The living room was dimly lit by a single lamp, the air thick with the scent of wine, perfume, and raw desire. I stood there, heart pounding, my cock already throbbing hard in my pants from the sight of Priya and Manisha locked in that heated kiss. Priya's massive 32DD tits were spilling out of her top as Manisha groped them greedily, pinching those perky nipples until Priya moaned into her mouth.

They broke the kiss, both turning their flushed faces toward me. My erection was impossible to hide, tenting my jeans obviously. Manisha's eyes lit up with mischief, her fuller lips curling into a wicked smile. "Don't run off, cutie," she purred, her voice husky from the alcohol. "Stay and watch the show." Priya giggled, her cheeks red, but she didn't object—in fact, she looked excited.

In moments, they were topless. Priya's huge breasts bounced free, those dark nipples hard and begging for attention. Manisha's were slightly smaller but perfectly shaped, with piercings that glinted in the light. They fell into each other again, sucking and licking tits like they were starving. Manisha's tongue swirled around Priya's nipple while Priya arched her back, gasping.

That's when Priya spilled the secret, whispering loud enough for me to hear: "You know, I've used his dick before... he's got a nice one. Thick, always hard for me. You should try it too."

Manisha pulled back, eyeing me like prey. "Really? Let's see it then. Strip, shy boy. Show us what you've got."

My hands shook as I obeyed, pulling off my shirt, then dropping my jeans and boxers. My cock sprang free—7 inches, veiny, already leaking precum from the tip. They both stared hungrily. Priya licked her lips, familiar with it, but Manisha looked impressed.

They closed in on me, hands everywhere. Priya stroked the shaft slowly while Manisha cupped my balls, rolling them gently. "So full already," Manisha murmured, swiping her thumb over the precum beading at my slit. She brought it to her tongue, tasting me with a moan. "Salty... delicious."

Then she grabbed her hair tie from her wrist and looped it snugly around the base of my balls, tight enough to make me wince. It hurt a little, but fuck, it felt incredible—the pressure building, trapping the ache. "This'll stop you from leaking too soon," she teased, giving my tied balls a light tug.

Manisha shimmied out of her shorts and thong, revealing her smooth, shaved pussy already glistening. She pushed me down onto the couch and straddled my face backward, her ass cheeks spreading as she lowered herself. "Eat me, slave," she commanded. Her folds were soaked, tangy and sweet as I dove in, tongue lapping at her clit while she leaned forward to lick and suck on Priya's massive tits, making Priya moan and pinch her own nipples harder.

Priya watched, fingering herself, until Manisha started grinding harder, her moans building. Suddenly, she tensed, squirting hot and hard right into my mouth—flooding me as I swallowed greedily.

Priya shoved her aside playfully. "Bitch, move. He's my slave first." She yanked Manisha off and took her place on my face, her juicy pussy smothering me, those huge tits heaving above. I ate her eagerly, tasting how wet she was from the show.

Manisha wasn't idle. She spat on my throbbing cock, coating it slick, then straddled my hips. "Time to try this toy," she grinned. She sank down slowly, taking every inch until I was buried balls-deep in her tight heat. Fuck, she was vice-like, clenching around me as she started riding.

The sensation was overwhelming—Priya grinding on my tongue, Manisha bouncing on my dick, their moans filling the room. I was serving two goddesses at once, my shy body on fire.

Manisha came first again, squirting all over my cock and thighs, her walls pulsing wildly. She slid off, breathless, but the heat didn't stop. Priya climbed off my face, turned around, and bent over the arm of the sofa, presenting her dripping pussy to me. "Fuck me now—hard, from behind." Manisha lay back on the couch in front of her, spreading her legs wide. Priya buried her face in Manisha's soaked folds, eating her hungrily while I gripped Priya's hips and slammed into her from behind, my cock stretching her as she moaned into Manisha's pussy.

We lasted maybe ten intense minutes—sweat-slicked, bodies slapping—before it hit us all. I exploded deep inside Priya, pumping rope after rope of cum into her. She clenched and came with me, screaming into Manisha's pussy, while Manisha rubbed her clit furiously and joined, shuddering and squirting onto Priya's tongue.

Priya stayed bent over a moment, my thick load starting to drip from her swollen pussy. Manisha pulled her up gently, then pushed Priya onto the couch and dove in without hesitation, burying her face between Priya's thighs. "Gotta clean up this mess," she murmured, tongue lapping my cum straight from Priya's folds. Priya moaned, holding Manisha's head there.

I stood there catching my breath, spent... but watching Manisha eat my creampie from Priya's pussy? It was the hottest thing I'd ever seen. My cock twitched, hardening again in seconds, standing straight up despite the hair tie still binding my balls.

Manisha noticed, pulling her glistening face away with a string of cum on her chin. She grinned wickedly, grabbing my renewed erection. "Look at that—already hard again. Good boy. Now get over here and give me that cum too, slave. Fill me up just like you did her."

She pulled me toward her waiting pussy, ready for round two...