He pulled back from Lisa just enough to look down and watched Isabel sink to her knees before him. Her glassy eyes locked on his as she kissed the bulge straining his pants, exhaling a slow, heated breath that made his cock jerk.
She then dragged her tongue along the thick ridge trapped beneath, tracing every inch from base to tip. With a wicked glint in her eyes, she gently nipped at the swollen head, making a dark wet spot bloom from his leaking precum. Only then did she hook her fingers into his waistband and peel the last of his clothing down, freeing his thick cock to slap against her waiting cheek.
"Gods," Isabel breathed, her hand wrapping around his hardening length. "I've missed this."
She leaned forward and dragged her tongue along his shaft from base to tip, making Julian's breath hiss out between his teeth. Lisa watched from beside him, her own arousal clear in her flushed skin and rapid breathing.
"My turn," Lisa said, her voice husky with need. She joined Isabel on her knees, and suddenly Julian found himself with both women kneeling before him, their faces close together, both focused on pleasuring him.
Isabel took him into her mouth first, her lips sealing around him as she took him deep. Her head bobbed in a steady rhythm while Lisa's tongue traced patterns along his shaft wherever Isabel's mouth didn't cover, occasionally dipping lower to tease his balls.
Julian's hands moved to both their heads, fingers tangling in their hair.
"Gods," he groaned, his hips jerking involuntarily. "You two are going to kill me."
"Good way to go," Isabel murmured when she pulled back to catch her breath.
Immediately, Lisa took over, her mouth replacing her daughter's. She took him slower, deeper, her throat working around him in a way that made stars burst behind Julian's eyes.
They alternated like that—sometimes taking turns, sometimes working together, their tongues meeting around his length, their lips occasionally brushing against each other as they shared him. The sight of them—mother and daughter both on their knees, both pleasuring him with obvious enthusiasm—was almost too much to bear.
"Stop," Julian finally commanded, his voice rough. "If you keep that up, this will end far too quickly, and I have much more in mind for both of you."
Both women pulled back, their lips swollen and slick, their eyes dark with desire. Julian reached down and pulled them both to their feet, then guided them toward the massive bed.
"Lisa," he said, his voice taking on a commanding tone that made both women shiver. "Lie back on the bed. Let me see you."
Lisa complied immediately and moved to the center of the bed with natural grace. She lay back against the pillows, her hair spreading around her, her body on full display.
"Beautiful," Julian murmured appreciatively. Then he turned to Isabel. "And you are going to help me worship her properly."
Isabel's eyes lit up. She climbed onto the bed, settling beside Lisa, her hands already moving to touch her body.
Julian joined them, positioning himself between Lisa's spread legs while Isabel moved to kiss her. The sight of the two women kissing made Julian's already hard length throb with need.
He started slowly, pressing kisses to Lisa's inner thighs, working his way gradually higher while Isabel's mouth and hands kept Lisa distracted and aroused. When his tongue finally made contact with Lisa's pussy, parting her slick folds, she cried out into Isabel's mouth, her back arching off the bed.
Julian worked her thoroughly—licking, sucking, and exploring every fold with her tongue while Isabel continued to kiss her, her one hand now teasing Lisa's breast. The dual stimulation had Lisa writhing within minutes, her hands fisted in the sheets, her breath coming in desperate gasps.
"Julian," she sobbed, "please, I need—"
"I know what you need," Julian murmured against her heated flesh, then sealed his lips around her clit. He started slow, flicking and licking teasingly before increasing the pressure gradually.
At the same time, he slid one finger inside her, curling it to stroke that sensitive spot deep within. Then, without any warning, he added a second, stroking and pumping in time with his mouth's assault.
"Julian, oh gods, I am crying, actually CRYING!"
Lisa's thighs trembled, her breath hitching into desperate gasps. Her pussy fluttered around his fingers, her juices flooding his hand.
"FUCKKKK!!!" Lisa came with a scream that echoed throughout the room, her body convulsing as pleasure crashed through her. Julian didn't stop, extending the pleasure until she was trembling with oversensitivity.
Finally, he pulled back and moved up her body, kissing a trail up her stomach, between her breasts, until he reached her mouth. He kissed her deeply, letting her taste herself on his tongue.
"Now," he said, pulling back to look at Isabel, "your turn."
Isabel's confident demeanor cracked into something vulnerable. "I've waited so long," she whispered.
"I know," Julian replied gently, urging her to lie back. "And I'm going to make it worth the wait."
He positioned himself between Isabel's thighs while Lisa recovered beside them. Unlike with Lisa, Julian didn't tease. He drove into Isabel in one smooth, powerful thrust that had her crying out in pleasure-pain.
"Gods!" Isabel's back arched, her hands clutching at his shoulders. "Julian, yes!"
He set a demanding pace immediately, knowing Isabel preferred it hard and fast. His hips snapped forward with force, driving deep with each thrust. The bed rocked beneath them, the headboard beginning to tap against the wall.
Lisa, having recovered somewhat, moved to Isabel's side. She captured one of Isabel's nipples in her mouth, sucking hard, while her hand slid down to where Julian and Isabel were joined, her fingers finding Isabel's clit.
The combination of sensations had Isabel screaming within minutes.
"I'm—fuck—cumming!"
Her orgasm tore through her with violent intensity, her inner walls clamping down on Julian like a vise. The sensation nearly triggered his own release, but he held back with practiced control.
He didn't slow down, continuing to thrust through Isabel's orgasm, pushing her immediately toward a second one.