Rebirth

A sportscar worth more than the average man's lifetime earnings pulled up to the entrance of the finest hotel in town. Behind the wheel was a well-dressed man who seemed to be in his silver fox years. His natural looks were by no means lacking, but they were greatly enhanced by his tasteful choice in fashion and attention to his appearance.

In the seat next to him were two blonde bombshells, one seated on the lap of the other. Tight silk evening gowns hugged their marvelous bodies, one dressed in blue and the other in green. Even the smallest amount of scrutiny would make it evident that these two young women did not just look and dress similar to each other, but they were indeed identical twins.

Alan Spinchter stepped out of the drive side door, adjusting his Italian suit which was perfect for the climate in the Mediterranean coasts of the south of France. He rounded his car and opened the passenger side door, lending the two beauties a hand and helping them out. Soon, the two women were wrapped around his arms as he proudly strode into the hotel lobby, leaving his car behind to a valet green with envy and frustrated beyond reason at his lot in life..

"Hope that fucker has a heart attack while he fucks those two." the young man grumbled as he entered the car he could never afford and drove it into the hotel's parking lot.

The city was renowned for its fashion scene and nightlife, and this Alan had been camped in this hotel for the past month enjoying the women and the wine it had to offer; most nights more than just one of each. But he was exceptionally excited for tonight, as he would get to taste a delectable pair of twins.

Any self-respecting woman would call him a degenerate and stay as far away from him as possible, but they were not the audience Alan was aiming for. He had made his money by luck, and was a simple man who wanted to die without a single penny to his name, having spent it all living his best life. And to him, living his best life meant enjoying the hottest women the world had to offer.

He had already pursued these two models individually and had bedded them multiple times. After many expensive gifts, and lots of convincing that only fell short of begging on his knees, he finally convinced the two to service him together. He was as giddy as a child on Christmas morning as he unlocked the door to his presidential suite and ushered the two ladies in.

Alan settled the two on the couch and left to set up the evening. He had been living this life for two years now since he won the lottery all those years ago, and by now had become machine-like with his efficiency.

He took off his jacket and undid a few buttons, before spraying some subtle cologne on his exposed neck and wrists. He then pulled out a two bottles of sweet Rose from the stash under his bed, along with three wine glasses, and put on some smooth jazz on the suite's music system before making his way back to the sofa.

He squeezed himself in between the two sisters and poured them each a glass of the expensive wine, before he began chatting with them about their modelling career. All three people in the room knew where this night was headed, but desperation was the most unflattering thing a man could wear, so Alan took his time.

As the amount of wine left in the two bottles decreased, the conversation slowly became increasingly flirtations. Soon, smooching noises and soft moans interrupted the jazz as Alan took turns jostling tongues with the two ladies, his technique honed over decades, leaving the two dishevelled and breathless.

Isabella, the twin dressed in blue, played with the man's graying hair as she whispered to him. "I never thanked you for helping me get that contract." she said, her seductive voice slightly slurring the words she wanted to say.

Her sister Rosella nibbled on Alan's ear as she too let her appreciation be known. "Thank you for taking care of my student loans. I thought I would spend decades paying them back." her heavy French accent pulling on his heartstrings.

Alan chuckled lightly in response. The fashion industry was cruel and relentless, and a few kind words went a long way in this cutthroat world. He was a well-known playboy, but he always made sure the girls were better off because they met him. Rumors spread, and it had made his lifestyle a lot easier to maintain as time passed. These days, women like this threw themselves at him, and he had his pick from the lot.

"It has been my pleasure, my darlings. You two seemed to have a bit too much to drink. Why don't we retire to the bedroom now?" he said in a relaxed voice. The two girls knew what the man meant, and their blush deepened as they nodded in agreement.

They soon found themselves continuing their carnal activities on the soft bed. The two silk dresses were now strewn over the floor, revealing the matching lace underwear that the two beauties had worn. Alan relaxed on the bed as the sisters used their soft tongue to stimulate his senses.

As Isabella kissed him, Rosella ran suckled on his neck. Her hand rested in his crotch and a wolfish grin appeared on her pretty face as she felt the Alan's member grow ever larger in response to her teasing. Her tongue moved down from his neck and left a wet line along his toned abdomen as it made its way towards his crotch.

Alan opened his eyes slightly and watched the girl undoing his belt in the large mirror above the bed. He looked down and made eye contact with the girl as she used her teeth to undo his zipper before resting her lips on his cock, and licking it up and down over his underwear.

Alan shivered lightly in response to the warm saliva dripping through the fabric, and the girl's soft tongue massaging him. Isabella heard a soft moan escape from the man and opened her eyes to see that her sister had already started on the main course while she was still busy with the entrée.

She too quick ran her lips down Alan's body, kissing him as she made her way down. The two beauties soon found their place between Alan's legs and started competing with their lips to see who could make the man feel better. Alan was always generous with his post-coital gifts, and neither of them wanted to be the afterthought.

Isabella pulled down Alan's underpants, and his turgid cock sprang out and hit Rosella on the nose. The girl yelped with shock, but before she could recover, Isabella had already wrapped her lips around the head of the penis. Despite her mouth being occupied, Rosella could see a slight triumphant smirk on her face. She grumbled lightly before getting to work on the man's balls.

Alan's toes curled from the heavenly pleasure, and he made sure that the two often switched places. The two took turns completing to see whose lipstick could leave marks further down Alan's shaft until the man finally almost reached his limits.

Realizing he needed a short break, Alan pushed the two girls' heads away from his cock and smooshed their faces together with his hands. They stared at him in shock for a moment, before they started gently nibbling on each other's lips and undoing each other's bras.

Watching the two go at it had finally ticked the itch Alan had had deep in his heart since he had first met the two bombshells a few weeks prior at a party. Watching one of his fantasies come to reality, the man could not be more erect. He grabbed Isabella by her thin wrist and threw her in the bed next to him. Before she could figure out what was happening, he had already pinned her knees to her chest.

He pulled up her black thong, and felt his cock trump in anticipation as he saw the string of grool still connecting her wet slit to her panties. He expertly slid one of her toned legs out of the thong, leaving the panty like a garter belt on her other thigh. He then grabbed the girl's wrists and held them securely above her head.

After positing his pulsing cock at the entrance of her moist cave, he entered with a slow and deep thrust. He looked into the girl's beautiful blue eyes as he felt the walls of her vagina adjust contract and adjust to his shape, before he pulled out slightly and thust again.

This time, a he elicited a loud moan from the girl, which added fuel to the fire burning inside him. With each thrust the intensity built until Isabella had locked her slender legs around him and was calling her god's name in vain.

Rosella played with herself for a few minutes as she watched her sister go through three toe curling orgasms as the man bruised her cervix. Eventually, she could not help but compete for his attention; Alan felt Rosella's soft hands wrap around him from behind as she nibbled on his ears. He already knew what was going to happen next. There was a reason he had chosen to fuck Isabella first, and that was because Rosella liked to eat ass!

Girls like her were god's miracles on earth, and he thanked his lucky stars as he felt the girl's soft hands wrap around this hip as she stuffed her face into his ass. After a few minutes, Isabella orgasmed again, and squirted onto Rosella's face as Alan pulled his cock out. She was positively loopy, and would be out of it for at least a few minutes, so he turned his sight towards the other twin, who had spent all this time working hard to earn her reward.

Alan greatly appreciated her work, but understandably did not want to be near her face at this moment. So he pushed her down and stuffed her face into a pillow before sliding her thong to the side and pushing the entire length of his cock into her oozing slit. This girl liked it rough, and Alan gave her what she wanted as he slammed his pelvis into her plump bottom, her muffled moans eventually waking Isabella from her stupor.

"Get over here!" he said as he pulled the girl over to his side and violated her mouth with his tongue.

This continued for an hour as Alan took turns feasting on everything the two stunning beauties had to offer. Eventually, he had worn himself out and was resting as the two ladies serviced his cock with their mouths. They felt his cock twitch in their hands, and soon as a spray of thick liquid painted their faces.

"Clean up!" Alan ordered as he looked on with glee. The two girls sucked the last drops of cum out of his cock, before they began licking each other's faces. After they had gathered all the cum in their mouth's they began began to make out, passing it back and forth between their lips before finally swallowing.

"Thanks for the meal!" they said in unison before they parted their lips, and showed Alan the empty interior of their mouths.

'Please let me do this forever!' were the thoughts running through his head as Alan felt something inside his chest snap as he saw the heavenly scene. He grasped his chest, causing the two girls to giggle thinking he was acting in response to their performance. But it was soon evident that the man was in genuine discomfort. The two beauties stood up from their kneeling position with concern on their faces, but Alan only had a goofy smile as he watched their shapely tits jiggle.

He immediately grabbed the two and pushed their faces back onto his cock. His life was meaningless, and he had become addicted to sex a long time ago as a way to cope. If he had to die, this was the best way to go! This way, at least there would be high-fives all around at his funeral.

"Suck me off again, and don't stop no matter what!" he managed to say between strained breaths. The two girls looked at each other with concern before doing as instructed. Alan on the other hand looked up at the mirror on the ceiling and enjoyed scene until his pain numbed and vision darkened.

...

'Why is it so fucking dark?' Alan thought, before he immediately came up with multiple theories as to where he could be. 'Am I in the morgue? Am I already buried in a coffin? Wait! Why can't I move!? What's happening.' he thought.

No matter how much he tried, he could not feel his arms.. or legs. His entire body seemed disconnected from his mind, which was allowed to wander. 'Wait, I can't breathe! I don't need to breathe?! Is this a dream?'. No matter what he tried, he was stuck in this darkness and had no way to even struggle. After many hours of internal yelling, he finally gave up and decided to simply wait. Not like he had a choice.

Days passed, maybe weeks? Time as concept seemed to disappear for Alan as he spent his time in the darkness reminiscing about the thousands of hot chicks he had fucked. Sigh. What he wouldn't give to be fucking a hot chick at this moment.

This nonsensical thoughts were however suddenly interrupted, as he felt the space around him shake. Like a man trapped inside a dark elevator, he felt himself be transported. At least he wasn't in limbo any longer, or so he hoped.

His wishes were soon answered as he felt the cieling of his cell give way and light pour in into the small room he was trapped in. 'The walls seemed to be made of red velvet? What kind of room is this?' his thoughts did not linger in his head for long, as a giant hand soon reached in through the opening. 'Wait, is the hand large? Or am I small?'.

Alan soon revieved his answer as the hard wrapped around him and he was lifted out of this confinement. Immidiately, he saw that he was held in the hands of a giant woman, who seemed to be dressed in plate armour reminiscent of medieval knights. She had short hair that cropped her triangular face, and pretty blue eyes that glinted in the torchlit room.

'What the hell?' but before he could think any further, the woman spoke.

"My Queen, I have brought the legendary.. artifact. Are you sure you wish to use this?" she said in a language that Alan had never heard before, but somehow understood completely.

He was soon passed into the hands of another, a woman who seemed to be in her late 20's and was more beautiful than any he had ever laid his eyes on. If Rosella and Isabella were 10s his highly elitist scale, this woman would be a twenty. She had soft silvery hair that cascaded down her shoulders in curls, and otherworldly purple eyes that shone like amethysts.

Immediately, the worrying thoughts of his current situation disappeared as perverted scenes started playing in Alan's head.

"Unn.. We have no choice." the beautiful woman answered the knight.

"But, my Queen.. The cost of using it.." the knight began.

"I am well aware. But this is the only way we can win this war. I am willing to make this sacrifice for my family and nation." the woman answered, cutting the knight off.

Upon seeing the determined look on the young queen's face, the knight finally relented. "I live to serve, you highness." she said as she backed off and bowed.

"Leave now. I must prepare for the battle." she said as she turned around and headed into a room to the side.

Alan felt himself be set down on a table, and watched the beautiful woman start undoing her corset. 'Wait.. could it be? I know my luck is good, but this can't be real' Alan thought as he watched the pristine beauty strip out of her clothing, her alabaster skin exposed for him to feast on with his eyes. Her soft curves were perfectly sculpted, and two beautiful pink nipples stared at Alan from the middle of her massive tits. There seemed to be some muscular tone to he thighs and abdoment, but Alan was too distracted to pay attention to them.

Alan's thoughts blanked as he saw the enchantress's hips sway and tits jiggle as she made her way towards him. She then reached out both her hands, and grasped Alan between her two palms.

"Why did they have to make you so big?" she whispered softly as she rotated Alan in her hands, allowing him to finally see his appearance in the polished bronze plate that served as a primitive mirror.

'Wait!.. I am a .. Dildo?' Alan's brain was fried from the naked beauty grasping him, but he was able to rub his two remaining brain cells together and form a coherent thought. Wait! Did he still have brain cells?

He watched the beauty tuck her hair behind her ear before she puckered her lips and pooled a large glob of saliva, which dropped onto the dildo's bulbous head. She then used her finger to smear the spit evenly along the top of the dildo before sitting down on a chair and raising one of her legs.

'What the fuck is happening' Alan thought as he was pushed into the woman's tight pussy. He heard a loud moan, and felt the vaginal walls clamp tightly around him, before they squeezed him too tightly and had sent him flying out. As he flew out, his flight path was followed by a steam of squirt from the exquisite lady's urethra.

'Just one thrust made her cum?' the degenerate thought as he clattered to the floor and watched the woman convulse and writhe after falling off her chair. After lying on the floor with her tongue lolled out for ten minutes, she finally struggled back to her feet and walked towards Dildo-Alan with unsteady steps.

"Heh! You took me by surprise, Don't get too cocky! I will conquer you! And use your power to save my nation!" she solemnly vowed as she picked up the dido and waked towards the bed. She placed the dildo upright on a cushion and lowered herself onto it, ensuring it would not get pushed out.

She felt waves of intense pressure wash over her body as the toy plunged deeper into her, and when the tip of the magic dildo hit her cervix, her eyes rolled to the back if her head as she immediately passed out from the pleasure. She slumped forwards like a puppet whose strings had been cut, luckily he was on the soft bed and not above the cold stone floor. As her ass raised into the air, the dildo was one more shot out with speed that would leave anyone who observed greatly impressed.

After half an hour, her consciousness returned as the beautiful queen pushed herself off teh bed. She looked around and spotted the dildo lying unsuspectingly in the floor.

There was a glint of madness in her eyes as she uttered with a twisted smile "I can go all night! Your power WILL be mine!".