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He wasn’t wearing anything underneath, which Tawny (or was it Plenty?) quickly ascertained by lifting the sheet and taking a peek. Royce laughed. “Oh, my,” she simpered. He touched his knees together and felt his thighs squeeze a growing woody.
    Cliff explained he was lucky to run into the girls at Caesar’s, where they were employed in a public relations capacity.
    “We carry spears and greet people,” Tawny squeaked.
    “We make guests feel welcome,” Plenty said.
    Royce beamed. “I’m sure you do.” His erection throbbed.
    “Ta-da!” the girls announced in unison.
    Hands behind them, the Amazons worked a miracle. With a sweeping flourish, their breastplates dropped and thudded heavily on the carpet.
    Royce gasped. Two pair of obscenely large breasts levitated at the foot of the bed, attached to two whores of Rubensesque stature.
    “Yow!” Cliff barked.
    Royce licked the spittle off his lips. His bloated glans were hurting.
    In turn, each girl hefted her mammary glands in her palms and proclaimed their dimensions. Plenty was 60 HH. Tawny a mind-boggling 70 FF. Royce had seen breasts of such immensity only in some of the girlie magazines—never “in the flesh.”
    They advanced on Royce. And suddenly he was surrounded by them, smothered in the immense cleavage. Hungrily, he nursed on a ripe nipple, ingested the bag until he choked. The cloying jugs were at his face, ballooning against his stomach and chest.
    And they were real, too. He could tell by their shape and touch and lack of telltale flesh rivulets that were a dead giveaway for implants.
    Tawny spit on his dick and trapped the organ between her cleavage—stroked his throbbing shaft with her tits. Pleasure electrified Royce’s body. It was the best “Russian” he’d had to date.
    “Did I do good or what?” Cliff said.
    Royce moaned an affirmative, his mouth full of tit. He glared over the crest of a creamy hillock and spied Cliff (now stripped out of his clothes and wearing only the dark glasses) stretched out on the other double king and following the action. Cliffie jammed a coke-powdered pinkie in his right nostril and snorted. The quick burn made him grimace and cough. Teary, he said, “You owe me one.”
    Teeth clamped on Royce’s root and he winced from the thrilling sharpness. This scene was nasty, just plain nasty. The best ever.
    Cliff scratched his slack, hairless belly, lazily yanked on his dink like it were a rubber band.
    While Tawny gave Royce head, Plenty’s tits whipped his face with their silver-dollar-sized brown nipples.
    Royce’s member flopped out of Tawny’s mouth. She glowered at Cliff and said, “Hey, you promised treats.”
    “And so I did,” he responded magnanimously.
    “Me first!” Plenty said, dismounting from Royce. An intermission was taken so Tawny and Plenty could each do a line before getting back to the business at hand. Royce awaited their return with urgent anticipation.
    Refreshed and invigorated, the two bounced back on the bed and went after Royce with hyper enthusiasm.
    At one instant, Plenty ran a firm nipple along his erection. Royce shuddered, his toes curled. He fought the urge to ejaculate as long as he could.
    On the other bed, Cliff continued stroking his soft member. “Yeah,” he whispered. “You’re gonna owe me.”
    Plenty giggled and said, “You can fuck me. But Tawny can only give you head. She’s havin’ her period, okay?”
    It dawned on Royce that these girls had pussies as well as tits. His eyes went to Tawny’s pubes, shaved in the stripper’s V he was so familiar with. There, dangling out from the girl’s fat labia, was a telltale Tampon string.
    “Cool,” Cliff said, leaping off the bed to get a closer look at Tawny’s genitalia.
    Later, while Plenty rode Royce cowgirl style and Tawny licked Royce’s swollen balls, Cliff snuck up between Tawny’s voluptuous thighs and buried his nose between her ample buttocks. Looking like a bear snaring a salmon, he pulled