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Power Of Three~with The Gorgeous Museofthefountain and Sexy Hungrypan74

I Pan: the always ready Satyr  
and Lover of the Crimsin and  
the Muse  
Wanted to, "Meet Up," and, do  
debaucherous things to them  
that no one else can or has  
dared to do  
 
At the time Appointed and with  
the Elements all in Place, as  
they should be, We came together  
to Copulate: all together in a  
mutual consent of sexual-bondage  
 
Not with chains and leather and  
whips, (unless one of Us had  
wanted it), but, with Our Own  
Desires and Lusts and Sexual urges  
that We had towards each other  
 
With none of Us three giving any  
other, less attention;  We Pleased  
one another into newly created  
sexual dimensions  
 
Never-ending Our Revelry until every  
drop of Sweat and Cream and desire  
of those two had been cleaned and  
Sated  
 
This I'd do, and, then sit back and  
Masturbate at all the Beauty that had  
just Transpired; hoping that one or  
both of Them would Cum over and  
lend a hand to this Insatiable Satyr  
 
the sexual debauchery begins  
with out Satyr Pan lying on the bed  
cock hard from the lovely Muse and I  
doing a sexy striptease  
licking and tickling each other's sweet spots  
 
I perch upon his waiting lips  
while my luscious sister straddles his hard cock  
she eases herself on his member  
first teasing only the head of his dick  
leaning in to kiss me as he begins to lick my clit  
our heaving breasts rubbing together  
as my sister rides our Satyr harder now  
still kissing each other as Pan fingers my ass  
 
not wanting us to cum yet he commands us  
into new positions with a pout we comply  
Pan seeing this says "my disobedient sluts  
need to be punished their Master is displeased"  
then manacles my beautiful Muse to the bed  
ordering me to fuck her pussy with a dildo  
with a gleam in my eye I comply  
rubbing her clit as I do so  
our Satyr Pan still fully aroused  
enters my tight ass roughly  
grabbing me by the hair as he does so  
 
"did I say you could pleasure her?"  
as he smacks my as while unmercifully pounding it  
"fuck her harder cunt" he demands  
"yes Sir forgive this insolent slave"  
Muses tight hole grips the toy with each thrust  
my pussy getting slick with moisture  
our Master reaches down and fingers my slit  
 
It is the night of Beltane  
As dedicated followers of the old religion  
We are eager to consecrate the Great Rite  
The Lightning strikes and the thunder cracks  
The Gods and Godesses are pleased with our sacred act  
I ask my master to lay down on the altar  
There he lies his phallous proud  
With a wild look in my eye  
I tease the end with my hungry tongue  
While my sister stands behind licking my ass  
I bend over for her making my ass nice and wide  
As I push the fullness of my masters dick  
Into my mouth, feeling him deep in my throat  
I can see from the corner of my eye  
This pleasures him greatly  
And as I suck it like my favourite lollipop  
My sisters head between my legs  
Lapping at my swollen cunt  
 
My legs tremble from sheer lust  
My master pushes me off  
Tells me to lie beautiful Crimisin on the altar  
She comply a willingly  
Pan takes on breast and I the other  
Teasing, flicking and licking  
I get so excited I ask my masters permission  
To mount her sweet face  
I straddle my legs access her beautiful face  
Push my aching cunt so hard onto her lips  
She struggles to breath  
But she still giggles  
Like me she loves the rush  
 
She lies on the altar with me on my knees over her face  
Our master gets up behind me  
I slip down her wet body and kiss her deeply  
Pushes his cock deep into my dripping cunt  
Fucking me with deep long strokes  
While I feast on my sisters flesh  
"Enough" he shouts, you have done well  
I have one final gift to ask of you  
He beckons us to the centre of the Pentagram  
We kneel in service to our precious Master  
For he is our beloved  
The owner of our hearts and souls  
We would do anything he wished...gladly  
 
His command is for us to make a blood promise  
To cut each other's hand and mix the bloods  
He also cuts his hand  
We squeeze our blood into the same chalice  
The candles around the pentagram start to flicker high  
Our Satyr holds the chalice high  
He shouts out blessings and sacred incantations  
While my sister and chant on our knees  
He takes a sip and we giggle  
Our blood dribbles down his chin  
He offers us both a sip  
We drink from the same cup  
 
We kiss each other deeply  
The sacred act has been finalised  
The Gods and Goddesses have bestowed their blessings  
Pan, Crimsin and Muse  
We posses a sacred bond no force can penetrate  
Our connection is so tightly woven  
Nothing can come between us  
We have become the awesome power of three..  
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