"Sorry you didn't win," Ricardo paused as the woman spoke up from behind him. He knew that voice, and slowly turned around.

"But now that the show is over," the other woman said as he finished his rotation, "we decided to take pity on you."

In front of him, formerly just behind him, were two members of the Magic Club that was performing at this exclusive resort.  To his right was Karen, the tall, black-haired woman wore a tight strap around her chest, and a thin blue bottom. To the left was the slightly shorter, but no less well rounded Sarah, her bushy blonde hair tied behind her and she wore similar clothes to her counterpart.

"Uh, what?" Ricardo said the most eloquent thing he could.

"Well yeah!" Sarah said as she stepped up to him, threatening his personal space. "I mean, how unfair is it that the other guys at your table got to have fun and you didn't?"

He didn't know the other guys. It was random seating.  He didn't say that. "Yeah, shame."

"So," Karen stepped closer as well, "we need your help with something."

He gulped. "What would that be?"  He had heard ... rumors about these women.  What they promised, and what they delivered.

"We have a problem." Sarah announced as she crossed her arms.  "And Karen and I want someone ... neutral to help settle something for us."

Karen took one arm, and Sarah the other. "So," Karen said, "you'll come with us, settle the argument, and we'll reward you appropriately."

Ricardo didn't object, and quickly found himself escorted to a room. A bedroom, which held a large bed, and a table on which there was a cloth cover.  Sarah and Karen disengaged from him and went to stand beside the solitary table.  "Our problem," Sarah said, "is that we, being lovers, have a certain high opinion of the other woman."

Karen smiled. "That's true, so we need an impartial judge to help us settle a question we've had, and cannot seem to resolve, no matter how much we try."  She removed the cloth from the table, displaying two objects on it.

"So we're hoping you can tell us who has the better cunt," Sarah finished.

Ricardo blinked, stunned.

"He needs proof," Karen sighed.  Then she and Sarah removed their bottoms. Ricardo's eye was drawn to the gap between their legs were ... there was nothing.  Just smooth skin like you would expect to see on a mannequin in a store somewhere.

He looked at them. "What do you want me to do?"  Best to roll with this, and work out what's actually happening later.

"We're going to leave the room for, oh, about fifteen minutes," Sarah informed him as she and Karen walked past him. "You get to do whatever you want with those of ours," she indicated the slices of flesh on the table, "and we won't be around to influence you at all."

"When we come back," Karen chimed in, "You choose which one you think is the better, and then we'll hold our end of the bargain."

They left.  Ricardo stared at the two women's pussies for long moments, absorbed in trying to figure out what he was supposed to do.

Gathering his courage, he reached out and gently poked each thing on the table. At first glance, there was little to distinguish them, but the subtle differences became apparent.  One was slightly smaller, the other deeper than it should have been.  They were warm, soft to the touch.  He touched them again, and they did not react.

If they really were attached to the two women who left him alone with these, then from what he saw, simply being apart didn't mean that they couldn't feel things.  Maybe they were close by?  He lined up, and with a deep breath to steady his nerves, shoved two fingers into each.  They went all the way in, and still they didn't react. He pulled out, some moisture on each pair of fingers.

He then did everything he could think of to the two pussies, save chewing on them and dropping his pants.

Then time was up, and the two women returned.  "Have you decided?" Sarah asked.

Truth be told, Ricardo had no idea which was better.  They were different, sure, but neither was better.  "That one," he said, picking at random.

Karen clapped her hands. "I told you he couldn't tell!"

Sarah sighed. "You're right. It was totally a guess there.  Well, a deal's a deal. He did pick."

"Uh, what do I get?" Ricardo asked, wary.

In response, the two women divested themselves of their remaining clothes, which earned them all his attention, from his eyes and his groin. "Pick one of us," Karen offered, "and you take that pussy you also chose.  You can put it anywhere you want, move it all you want."

"Between my legs, fuck me like a normal woman?  Fine by me." Sarah pointed out.

"Between my breasts?  Best use of both at the same time," Karen offered with a wink.

"Perhaps you can put it over my mouth?" Sarah tapped her lips, "best blowjob you could ever get."

"Or you could put it on my forehead," Karen rolled back her hair. "I've never actually had my brains fucked out, despite how often men claim to be able to do that."

Sarah spun on her. "Really?  That's so kinky!  We have to try that some time!"

Ricardo raised one finger. "Two questions.  First, you two are, you know, in a relationship. You don't mind this at all?"

"Eh, it's spring break," Sarah shrugged, "I don't mind having a bit of fun."

"And it's not like we're totally exclusive," Karen confirmed.  "Second question?"

"What happens to the other woman, who I don't pick, and the other pussy?"

"Oh, she'll take it and go find someone to fuck in the traditional, non-mgical way," Sarah shrugged. "So, you gotta choice?"

Ricardo nodded. Truth be told, he did like the look of one woman over the other.  "Of course," he said as he pointed, "You.  And why don't we start with trying your...."