This was truly a transformative experience.  The two women were awakening feelings in Walter, impulses and cravings he never even knew he had.  They were awakening the Dominant in him, and he privately resolved to explore this realization at each and every opportunity from now on.  Making them kiss each other; swabbing each woman's sexual excretions all over the other's face; posing each woman in slutty, lurid positions simply because it was hot...he resolved to do more of this in the future, if they let him.   Kenzie, in particular, seemed to exult in his little whims and fancies, willingly becoming something of a living, breathing sex toy in his arms.  Juliette was more willful, less submissive, but she, too, seemed to enjoy the new Walter.<br/><br/>He let his thoughts dwell on the blond.  Even though they had all...partaken of each other once before, there still existed a certain degree of awkwardness, of...uncomfortableness between them.  As if Kenzie wasn't entirely sure she could trust him yet, like she still had her walls up so he couldn't get in.      But now, it seemed, there was the makings of an intimate trust slowly developing between them.  Perhaps, someday soon, he would know her as intimately and as comfortably as he knew Jules.  And then he could think of them both as his girls.  Walter's girls.<br/><br/>He almost laughed as Juliette pushed him onto the table, on his back, and then urged Kenzie to straddle his face.  The brunette had always been rather possessive of his cock, a trait which had always charmed and amused him.  Domination, he considered, wasn't just a one-way street.  She owned his ass, every bit as much as he owned hers.  He loved that about them, loved that about their relationship.  He loved the fact that they were so in sync with each other that he could randomly walk up to her in the passageways of the<em>Ellie May</em>, press up against her from behind, and that would be the signal for Game On.  He loved the fact that they could sleep together, shower together, work together, and yet the prospect of marriage never once occurred to either of them.  They did not have to declare their relationship exclusive, because there was no need.   They completely satisfied each other.<br/><br/>But Kenzie was like introducing a new metal into the alloy, one that made it even stronger.  She possessed traits that both of them lacked, traits that complemented them both.  Their bunk would accommodate her, surely.<br/><br/>And if not, they could always refit the ship with a bigger bunk.<br/><br/>He reached out, helping Kenzie situate herself comfortably atop his face.  He waited until she adjusted herself into a comfortable position, and then brushed his lips against her nethers, his breath hot on her orifice.  He left one hand on her hip, caressing, smoothing, rubbing.  He couldn't see anything, of course, given that his view was entirely eclipsed by Kenzie's taint; but he did not mind.  He could already taste her on his tongue, the leftover remnants of her recent orgasm.<br/><br/>He felt rather than saw Jules engulf his cock.  The swipe of her tongue caused his prick to shiver, priming it for the warm, wet embrace of her cunt.  It slid in smoothly, her tight wet muscles fitting it as snugly as a glove.  She gave him a squeeze, and he throbbed in return, thrilling in the familiar contact.<br/><br/>He could not see what was happening now, but hoped they were kissing.  With his other hand, the one not on Kenzie's hip, he reached down and combed his fingers through the blond's short hairs, then played with her clitoral hood.