Walter watched, enrapt, as the two women shared his cock, trading it back and forth between them like a communal joint.  Juliette, he knew, was familiar with the taste of his dick, but it was a treat to watch--and feel!--Kenzie sample it as well.  Jules was her usual coy, teasing self, flicking his tip several times with her tongue before finally passing his rod between her lips; but Kenzie seemed to suck on it with a particular need, with a hunger.  Her cheeks caved in with the effort, as if she was trying to suck all the cum from it through sheer will alone.  He liked the way that Kenzie slurped and sucked, before passing his penis to Jules to do the same, so he could compare their techniques, contrast them against each other.  He found that he didn't have a preference between the two; that the blonde's needy, deep-throat technique was just as pleasurable as, although different from, Jules' lighter touch.    He had to give bonus points to Kenzie for licking and slurping at his balls; it was good to see a woman pay homage to his testicles.  It was, after all, them that would manufacture the white, salty sperm that would inevitably fill their bellies and wombs.   But he also liked the way that Jules released him with an audible pop, accentuating the force with which she had been sucking him into her mouth.  No, he couldn't decide which he liked better; and in truth, would have been perfectly happy to play penis roulette as they took turns sucking on him, back and forth, until he spilled his seed across somebody's tongue.<br/><br/>He was awash in a sea of female pheromones, of raw feminine sexuality.  He was swimming in it.  It was wonderful; it caused every nerve to twang and vibrate with ecstatic energy.  He wanted to touch and taste and smell and feel everything; it didn't matter whose body, Kenzie's or Jules', it was.  His hands roamed from one to the other, and then back again, groping, caressing, squeezing.<br/><br/>But Jules wanted more.  He watched as she parked her naked ass on the galley table--the same table he ate from--and beckoned Kenzie to go down between her legs.  The look she shared with Walter was one of languid triumph, her grin the one of the cat that ate the canary.   Walter wrapped his arms around Kenzie's waist, his right hand delving between her legs.  He sunk his first and second fingers into her, teasing her with a twitching, curling motion, akin to plucking at a guitar string.  He put his left hand on the back of the blonde's head, and gently but firmly pushed it between Jules' legs.<br/><br/>He wanted her wet and dripping for him while she ate Jules out.