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Kat and Rita looked at each other and giggled. I prepped the plungers and injected the water-cocaine solution in their butts. Their reactions were instantaneous and ecstatic. I set up a line of coke just across the top of each of their ass cracks. I helped myself and relished the jolt of energy and desire that coursed through me. I gave the girls a few warm-up spanks. This was going to be fun.

"Are you going to stop teasing us, daddy?" Kat asked, turning her head around and biting her lower lip.

"Sort of," I said and shoved my cock into Kat's ass with one stroke.

She gasped in delight. Then groaned in surprise when I pulled out of her right away. I took a half-step to the right, lined up my cock behind Rita, and gave her the same treatment. It was particularly delicious watching Rita's asshole expand and welcome me in one stroke, without lube. She had come such a long way from the girl who swore she would never even let a finger go up her ass.

And so I methodically went about my fantasy. One stroke in Kat. One stroke in Rita. Again and again. It was, in some ways, the ultimate tease. It took so long to build up a high level of pleasure, the girls resorted to making out and dirty talk to try to break me from my disciplined spell of one-stroke-at-a-time. The euphoria of the cocaine enhanced the moment for me. I savored this. Kat's bubble butt was as fine and firm as it had ever been. The round, deep cheeks had a firm jiggle to them each time I penetrated between them. Her asshole held a gape obscenely, the brownish-pink hole winking at me. Rita was such a contrast to Kat. Her butt was more traditionally athletic, taut and not as rounded. But her pink, tight asshole beckoned me with its novelty, inviting in the only cock it had ever known.

Both girls begged me to give them more than one stroke at a time. It had been almost twenty minutes, and the effect of my disciplined approach had been to drive them -- and me -- absolutely wild. The only thing holding me back was my love of seeing Kat and Rita so desperate. But I relented and started giving them three strokes at a time. The pleasure built faster, but it was still a slow burn. I didn't know how much time passed, but the sweat that began to build on my brow was an indication. And then Kat exploded. Her cries were incandescent. The teasing had done what I wanted. I couldn't remember a time when she had ever cum this hard, anally or vaginally. Her body shook, and her knees gave out from under her. When she fell face-down on the bed, my cock popped out.

"Your turn, darling," I said to Rita as I entered her ass again.

"Oh, god, please just fucking cum, John," Rita cried. "I want it in my ass. You own my ass."

I gripped Rita by the hips and pounded deep into her ass. Kat had recovered somewhat and rolled over on her back. Her hair was disheveled, and I was struck how slippery her beautifully smooth pussy mound looked as she drew up one leg. She stood up and planted herself next to me. As I reamed Rita's asshole, Kat kissed me. Deeply and passionately. She had a way of moving her tongue in a slow vortex when she really wanted to turn me on.

"Traffic girl," she said, pulling back for a moment, "and weather girl. We are both your sluts. Your completely owned sluts."

I groaned.

"Traffic girl or weather girl, daddy?" Kat continued, licking my ear. "You don't have to choose. When we say traffic and weather together? It means something totally different for you. You get all of us. Maybe you should make us pregnant at the same time."

"Oh, fuck," I said with a gasp. "Kitty Kat..."

"You should," she said. "We'll ovulate at the same time, and you can give us both loads of your hot sperm. Fill us up. Shoot it deep in our womb. Make us pregnant on the exact same day. We'll both carry babies inside you and be begging you to fuck us as our bellies swell. Oh, fuck, shoot that cum in her, daddy."

I felt like I was going to lose my mind. And then, to show just how well she knew to push my buttons, Kat let a hand wander down my back. From underneath, she cupped and squeezed my balls just as I reached the pinnacle of pleasure. As my cock twitched, pumping the hot cum into Rita's tight ass, Kat milked more and more of the potent sperm out of me.

"Holy fuck!" Rita cried. "Baby! Fill my ass!"

Rita and I collapsed in a sweaty mess on the bed, and Kat stood before us, clapping.

"That was epic," she said, beaming.

"My god," Rita said, panting. "That was so fucking intense."

"The way you teased us, daddy," Kat said. "It built up this monster of pleasure!"

"I've never cum that hard," Rita said. "Not with you in my pussy or my ass. That was it. That was the best."

Rita and I kissed. Kat plopped down on the bed next to us and kissed us each in turn. I loved watching them kiss. The intensity of the sex had shot me through with energy. Adrenaline and cocaine fueled me.

"Anyone want to go see what's going on around the house?" I asked.

"I don't know if I can walk," Rita said. "Maybe I'll take a nap."

"You can't take a nap," Kat said. "You might miss something fun. Here." She reached for a snuff box. "Let's bump up."

I got up to clean off my cock and take a piss. There were incredibly plush Turkish bathrobes in the bathroom. I grabbed one for each of us. The girls, refreshed from their latest cocaine infusion, happily put them on, and we went to find our compatriots.

"Every time," Rita said as we walked down the hall. "Every single time. John, you came in my butt again when there's nothing for it to do but leak down my legs!"

We laughed. I looked at my watch. We had been playing for the better part of two hours. I was curious if anyone else was back in the common area. Kelly, who had reappeared, and Jess were in the kitchen feeding their passion for coke. We greeted them, and the girls decided to do full lines on top of their recent bumps. Somewhat surprisingly, I noticed Peter and Stephen had returned and were chatting casually on a couch.

"John! Join us!" Peter beckoned. "Bring a glass!"

I grabbed a Champagne glass off the bar and walked over to the couch. Peter poured me a glass, and I sat in a comfortable chair across from them.

"I'm just going to thank you right now for being open-minded about Jess," Peter said. "She's a delight. And a dynamo."

"She's a really special girl," I said. "I've known her a long time, and she's never disappointed anyone!"

The girls walked over, chatting exuberantly. It was funny to see only Kelly not dressed in a bath robe. She remained in her summer dress. Jess sat on Peter's lap. Rita sat on mine. Kelly reclined into the chair next to me. Kat glanced around briefly, and then Stephen made eye contact with her.

"Kat, why don't you sit here so we can catch up," he said.

Kat didn't answer. As if attracted by a gravitational force, she simply walked over to the couch and sat next to Stephen, her knees pointed in toward him.

"I'm still shaking from how hard you made me cum," Rita whispered.

"It's okay if you take a nap," I said.

"And leave you with all these whores around?" Rita teased in response. "Seriously, I'm way too wired to sleep. This is all too fun. I don't want to miss it."

Peter had a hand inside Jess's robe already when Kelly, ever the master of ceremonies, kick-started the conversation.

"Peter, are you going to tell us what this movie is about?" she asked.

"It's my white whale," he said and laughed.

"But what is it about," Kelly said. "You're never this secretive."

"You want the elevator speech, okay," he said. "If we do it right? It's going to be my vision of utopia. Everything I've learned from being in a business that, when you get down to it, is about creating fantasies, I want to channel into this. I want it to be a distillation of all the things that make for the best in life. But I don't want to make an epic. They're almost always too bloated. No. This will be succinct. It's got to feature a main character who is talented enough to carry the weight of the plot."

"That sounds fascinating," I said. "What style of utopia do you envision?"