Chapter 87. Getting Sandwiched By My Two Competitive Girlfriends... It’s The Best!**

Chapter 87: 87. Getting Sandwiched By My Two Competitive Girlfriends... It’s The Best!**

"Oh... so that’s how it is?!" Alicia shot back, leaning forward to poke Laura’s shoulder. "And what about when he cums?!"

"Are you going to hog all the cream for yourself too?"

"Maybe I will!" Laura teased back between panting breaths. "Maybe I’ll make you lick it off my tits afterward!"

"You wouldn’t dare...! You absolute heathen!" Alicia laughed, though she was already moving closer again, clearly unwilling to be left out of the spectacle. "I’ll show you heathen when I take over again!"

I sat there between them, caught in the middle of their ridiculous, heated debate, while my cock was being absolutely ravished.

On one side, Laura was pumping me with her breasts, her cleavage slick with sweat and pre-cum; on the other, Alicia was hovering close, her hands wandering over my thighs, waiting for her opening.

’God help me,’ I thought, my vision swimming as the dual sensations pushed me closer to the edge than I’d ever been. ’I’m caught between two female knights who are more interested in fighting over my cock than letting me catch my breath.’

"Will you two shut up and focus on me?" I growled, my voice thick with arousal. "Because if you don’t hurry up, I’m going to lose it right here."

"Then don’t let us stop, Roland!" Laura cried out, her movements becoming faster, more frantic as she felt me hardening even further against her breasts. "Squeeze harder—yes—just like that—oh fuck, Roland, you’re so big—"

"Don’t listen to her, Roland," Alicia chimed in, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper as she reached out to stroke my balls while Laura worked above. "Listen to my mouth!"

"That’s where you really belong."

The tent was a chaos of wet noises, heated arguments, and the overwhelming scent of three bodies pushed to their absolute limits.

The tension was a physical weight, a coiled spring ready to snap, and I could feel the climax building like a storm on the horizon.

The argument between them had escalated from playful banter to a full-blown competitive frenzy, but neither of them was willing to back down. Alicia wasn’t about to let Laura claim the throne of pleasure alone.

"Oh no! You don’t!" Alicia huffed, shoving Laura’s shoulder aside just enough to wedge herself onto my other side. "If we’re talking about technique, Laura, your grip is all wrong!"

"You’re too tense!"

With a determined grunt, Alicia pressed her own massive breasts against my cock from the opposite side.

Now... I was caught in a vise of soft, warm flesh. My cock was sandwiched between Laura’s cleavage on one side and Alicia’s on the other.

The sensation was... fucking overwhelming! Can’t believe having my cock sandwiched with two different tits is the best thing ever because of how impossibly tight and velvety the tunnel of heat that squeezed me from every angle was.

"Hey! That’s cheating!" Laura yelped, though she didn’t pull away, but instead, she pressed harder, trying to reclaim her territory. "You can’t just double-team the cock without me!"

"I’m not double-teaming you; I’m double-teaming him!" Alicia shot back, her face inches from Laura’s as they glared at each other across my throbbing shaft. "There’s a difference, you amateur!"

"Amateur?! I’ll show you amateur when I—"

"Gahhh...! Will you both SHUT UP already?" I roared, though there was more amusement than anger in my voice.

I reached out, tapping each of them lightly on the forehead with my fingers. "Stop fighting like children! You both deserve me—but you deserve me better as a team."

"Aren’t you two forgetting something between you two?"

The silence that followed was immediate.

The two women froze, their foreheads still nearly touching, their breathing synchronized in ragged gasps. They looked at each other, then at me, and then back at each other.

The realization of their childish squabble seemed to hit them all at once.

"Oh god..." Laura whispered, her face flushing crimson. "I’m sorry, Alicia..."

"I just... I got carried away."

"Me too," Alicia murmured, lowering her gaze, looking genuinely sheepish. "I shouldn’t have called you an amateur..."

"You’re actually... really good at this." Alicia then giggled. "Lust is such a terrifying thing, isn’t it...?"

"It is... I almost can’t control myself, but now... let’s work together, okay?" Laura smiled at Alicia, and she nodded.

For three seconds, there was a moment of genuine, wholesome reconciliation. But it was short-lived.

The moment their eyes met again, the apology evaporated, replaced by something far more dangerous, which is... shared purpose.

A wicked, synchronized smile spread across both their faces.

"A team, huh?" Laura whispered, her eyes darkening with a hunger that made my blood run hot. "I like the sound of that."

"Yes," Alicia purred, her voice dropping into a husky, perverted register. "If we’re a team... we should act like one."

The shift was terrifyingly efficient. They moved in perfect unison, their bodies coordinating like seasoned predators.

Now, they weren’t just squeezing me with their tits... they were attacking me from every possible angle.

"Look at it, Roland," Laura moaned, her hands sliding down to cup my balls while her breasts continued their relentless milking motion. "Look how it throbs when we both touch it!"

"It’s so desperate to be inside us, isn’t it? Like a monster begging for release."

"It’s so fucking thick," Alicia added, her tongue darting out to lick the underside of the shaft while her tits pressed against the sides. "I want to feel it stretch my throat until I can’t breathe!"

"I want to swallow every single drop of your filth."

Then came the coordinated assault on my cock. As Laura took the tip into her mouth with a wet, sucking slurp, Alicia began working the base with her tongue and hands.

When Laura pulled away to gasp for air, Alicia immediately dived in, taking the head while Laura’s hands moved up to squeeze my cock higher.

"Mmmph—ahhh—" Laura groaned as she switched positions, her mouth now engulfing the shaft while Alicia’s breasts provided the friction. "Fuck, Roland... you taste like sin."

"I want to suck you until you choke me."

"My turn now," Alicia whispered breathily, sliding past Laura to take the cock back into her mouth. "I’m going to drain you dry, you big, beautiful brute~!"

"I’m going to make you cum so hard you’ll beg us to stop."

The sounds in the tent became a symphony of debauchery... the wet, rhythmic squelch of their breasts grinding against me, the obscene sucking noises of their mouths working in alternating turns, and their voices... both of them whispering increasingly depraved fantasies about what they wanted to do to me once I was finally inside them.

’This is madness,’ I thought, my head lolling back as my eyes fluttered shut. ’ The dual stimulation was pushing my brain to the brink of overload.’

My cock felt like it was made of liquid fire, pulsing against the walls of their mouths and the pressure of their tits.’

They were relentless, coordinated, and utterly shameless... driving me higher and higher toward a peak that felt impossible to reach without breaking completely.

The coordination between them was terrifying. They had moved past any hint of competition and into a synchronized ritual of worship.

They weren’t fighting for dominance anymore, but they were working together to dismantle my sanity.

It was a flawless machine of flesh. While Laura’s mouth worked the shaft with wet, punishing suction... her throat constricting around me with every stroke.

Alicia was using her hands to massage my balls while simultaneously pressing her breasts together to create an even tighter friction against the base.

They moved in perfect alternating patterns: mouth, breast, hand, and mouth.

The sounds were overwhelming... the wet slap of their bodies, the deep gluck of their throats, and the increasingly filthy commentary they whispered between gasps.

"Look how he’s twitching, Laura," Alicia moaned, her breath hot against my inner thigh as she pulled back to let Laura take a deeper swallow. "He’s right on the edge!"

"He’s about to explode."

"Good," Laura answered around my cock, her voice muffled but dripping with lust. "I want to feel it!"

"I want to feel every fucking drop hit the back of my throat."

"No," Alicia whispered wickedly, "I want it on my skin! I want to wear it like a mark!"

The intensity reached a fever pitch. Their movements became faster and more desperate, as if they were trying to outrun the climax itself.

My vision was blurring, my entire body coiled like a spring under tension so immense it felt painful.

The dual sensation of their warm mouths and the crushing pressure of their breasts was pushing me past the point of no return.

Then, they changed tactics.

Both women suddenly pulled back from my cock, but they didn’t stop.

Instead, they grabbed their own massive breasts with both hands, pulling them together with bruising force. They positioned themselves directly in front of my face, their cleavage creating a narrow, slick tunnel.

"Now, Roland!" Laura commanded, her voice hoarse. "Give it to us!"

They began to move their bodies up and down with frantic, piston-like speed, their breasts grinding against my cock with such ferocity that the friction felt like lightning bolts shooting through my spine.

Schlick-schlick-schlick-schlick—the sound was rapid, wet, and deafening.

"I’m—I’m cumming—!" I roared, my hips bucking involuntarily. "I can’t—fuck—!"

The dam didn’t just break... it shattered.

With a primal scream that tore from my lungs, my body convulsed. The first jet of semen exploded from me with enough force to send a shockwave through my entire frame.

SPLUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT~!