Another trip: Part 11 (synchronized twin orgasms)
Chen’s already hard again—of course they are. How could they not be?
One twin kneels at Chen’s feet in Vegas, her breath ghosting over their thighs, cum still drying in her hair. The other stares through the screen in Sea-Tac, pupils blown wide, mouth open like she’s ready to receive a command… or a load… or both.
And the harem? They’re watching. Commanding.
Kaori leans into the camera, her voice low and delicious. “Here’s what you’re going to do, girls.” She draws a slow, lazy circle around her nipple. “Isabella, you’re going to crawl into Chen’s lap and straddle them like a good girl. Don’t ride yet. Just perch. Make them feel what they’re missing.”
Isabella, obedient and flawless, rises smoothly and mounts Chen again—thighs spread, cunt hovering just over their cock, warm and soaked, but not touching.
She whimpers. “He feels so hard, so ready… please—”
“Shhh,” Kaori cuts her off. “You don’t get to beg until we say so.”
Sofia, composed and slow, turns to Gabriella next to her. “You. Lie on your back. Legs open. Let Riley finger you—gently at first. But don’t cum. Not yet.”
Riley flushes but nods, already crawling between Gabriella’s legs, one hand tender and reverent. They start slow—gentle circles, tiny pulses. Gabriella moans, back arching.
June, eyes wide and lips wet, crawls up to Riley and plants a playful kiss on their balls. “Fuck, Riley, that’s hot. How are you so gentle and still making her squirm like that?”
Riley stammers something incoherent, eyes locked on Gabriella’s face as she whimpers, trying to stay still, trying to obey.
Gabriella, flushed and trembling: “I—I can’t take much more—please, may I—”
Sofia interrupts, soothing and stern: “No, sweet thing. Not yet. You’ll know when. Focus. Let it build.”
Back in Vegas, Isabella is barely breathing, straddling Chen, her inner thighs quivering just above their cock. Chen can feel her wetness—feel it, not just see it—trailing down, threatening to drip onto their lap.
She shifts, just a little. Chen’s tip brushes her labia.
Kaori, voice sharp like a whipcrack through the call: “Ah—ah—ah. What did I say? You don’t ride until we say so.”
Isabella gasps and freezes, gripping Chen’s shoulders.
She turns her head toward the camera, eyes wide, almost pleading.
Kaori: “Riley. Sofia. Reward your good twin with a kiss. Gabriella’s earned it.”
Sofia leans in, kisses Gabriella slow and deep while Riley fingers her with just a little more pressure.
Gabriella moans, a soft and broken sound—and that sound travels through the call like electricity.
Kaori, now utterly in control, purrs: “Now, both twins… say thank you. In unison.”
Isabella and Gabriella, in perfect harmony, breathless and aching: “Thank you, Kaori. Thank you, Sofia. Thank you, Riley. Thank you, June.”
Then, almost reverently: “Thank you, Chen.”
Kaori’s lips curl into a grin.
“Now you may ride, Isabella. Slowly. Let Chen feel every inch. Show them how grateful you are.”
And Isabella sinks down onto Chen—inch by trembling inch. Her walls clench. Her head tilts back with a cry. She wraps around them like silk and sin.
They groan, clutch her hips, but without moving.
Kaori’s voice purrs through the speaker: “Hands behind your head, Chen. We’ll tell you when you get to thrust.”
And in Sea-Tac—
Gabriella is writhing now, Riley’s fingers deeper, curling just so. June has kissed her way up her thigh, eyes dark with mischief.
Sofia leans in from behind, holding Gabriella’s breasts, kissing her ear.
“You’re going to cum when Isabella does. Not one second sooner, and not one second later. Capisce?”
Gabriella nods frantically, already teetering.
Kaori gives the final order:
“Now—both of you—cum. Together. Let Chen feel it. Let us watch you fall apart.”
And they do, in perfect synchrony.
Isabella clenches hard around Chen as she cries out, her whole body shaking, hands gripping their chest like an anchor. Gabriella arches between Riley and Sofia, hips bucking, moaning Chen’s name through gritted teeth.
Chen doesn’t even move—just exist—as they break together.
The harem watches, panting. Satisfied. Proud.
And Chen has never felt so owned… or so worshipped.