“Elaine! It’s alright!” Maggie cries as the first stream of cum lands on her cheek and runs down to her chin. Mom stops pulling on me and stares disbelievingly while additional spurts of cum land on Maggie’s throat and across her right breast. Maggie smiles at Mom before wrapping her hand around my cock and sucking the last bit of cum from the tip.
“I drove him to it, Elaine,” Maggie says, sitting back and licking her lips. “Harry used to do the same thing when I teased him too much.” She swipes a dab of cum from her cheek and licks it off her fingers.
I-I’m sorry,” Mom stutters. “I thought…” She blushes with embarrassed as her eyes keep darting between Maggie and I.
“Thanks for coming to my rescue,” Maggie says, standing up and giving Mom a big hug. “Now, if Nick can fuck my pussy and my ass the way he just fucked my mouth…”
“He can.” Susan emerges from the bedroom, stretching her naked limbs as she watches Mom and Maggie hugging.
“I’m sure he can, once he recovers.” Maggie winks at Susan over Mom’s shoulder. Mom quickly steps back from Maggie and glances nervously between Susan and Maggie’s naked bodies.
“I guess I just overacted,” Mom says, looking at me. “Maybe I’m more uptight about seeing your father tomorrow than I thought.”
“I bet the three of us could relax you, Mom,” Susan smiles. She’s talking to Mom but her eyes are hungrily appraising Maggie’s naked flesh. Mom’s face reddens a bit more but seems to like the idea.
“Not until after dinner” she says, turning towards the front door, where she dropped the grocery bags in her haste to save Maggie from gagging on my cock.
“You can at least adhere to the dress code, Elaine,” Maggie laughs, stepping towards Mom and reaching for the snap on her shorts. Susan and I move to either side of her and start pulling her blouse over her head.
“Alright,” Mom laughs, unfastening her bra and freeing her marvelous tits. Maggie kneels in front of Mom and pulls down her shorts and thong while leaning forward to lightly brush her lips against Mom’s hairless mound. Stepping out of her shorts, Mom puts her hands on her hips after pushing Maggie’s head away from her crotch.
“I guess I’d better feed this decadent bunch,” she announces and three pairs of eyes watch her bend over to pick up the groceries, her firm ass cheeks framing her hairless pussy lips. As if on cue, we collectively sigh when Mom stands up. She shakes her head at us but I see her smile widen as she heads into the kitchen.
Susan has moved closer to Maggie and I watch as she tentatively puts her hand on Maggie’s bare shoulder.
“So, you know about Nick’s recovery abilities?” Susan asks. Maggie nods, turning her body towards Susan until their breasts are nearly touching.
“I know he can get hard whenever he wants,” Maggie says, almost whispering, “but I think you zapped most of his energy.”
“You took some of it, too,” Susan says, scooping a strand of cum from Maggie’s neck and sucking it off her finger.
“You don’t have to use your finger,” Maggie whispers, locking eyes with Susan to gage her reaction. Susan’s smile widens and she bends her mouth to Maggie’s breast. Maggie lets out a long sigh as Susan licks my cum from the top of her fleshy tit and then swirls her tongue around the thick protruding nipple.
“Suck it… mmmm… bite it!” Maggie moans, her hands roaming over Susan’s body, cupping her ass cheeks and pulling her closer. “I’m so… wet,” Maggie says, moving her legs apart. Susan takes the hint and slides one hand down, palming Maggie’s mound and sending a noticeable shiver through her body.
“Nick was selfish,” Susan says, letting Maggie’s taut nipple plop from her mouth, as her hand starts moving between Maggie’s legs. “Only thinking of himself,” she adds while licking cum from Maggie’s chin. Susan has perfected her lesbian lovemaking techniques with her roommate over the past couple of years and more recently with Mom. She knows exactly what she’s doing.
“Yessss!” Maggie moans and I’m not sure if she’s answering Susan or affirming that Susan’s got the right spot because she’s going wild, humping her pussy against Susan’s hand. Susan shoves her tongue inside Maggie’s mouth and they grind their tits together while Susan vigorously finger-fucks Maggie’s anxious pussy.
“Eat me,” Maggie pleads, breaking the kiss. “Will you please eat my pussy, Susan?” She pulls Susan’s hand away and leads her over to the couch.
“I want to fuck you,” Susan smiles, “with that double penetrating strap-on thing. Can I fuck you?” she asks, as Maggie sits on the edge of the couch and pulls Susan down between her wide-open thighs.
“God, yes! Eat me first and then fuck me,” she smiles. “Nick, get the strap-on for us, please?” she asks, as casually as if she’s requesting a diet coke, while pulling Susan’s face towards her aroused pussy. I stop staring at them long enough to rush into the bedroom and retrieve the double penetrating dildo from the drawer under the bed. When I get back Susan’s head is buried in Maggie’s pussy and Maggie is moaning verbal encouragement.
“Oh yeah! Right there! Oh fuck!” Maggie is writhing on the couch while Susan is kneeling on the floor, applying her well-practiced pussy eating skills. I lay the double penetrator on the couch and watch as Susan shoves two fingers into Maggie’s pussy while flicking her tongue across her engorged clit.
“Oh God! I’m cumming! Don’t stop. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Fuck, I’m cuuuummmmmming!” Maggie clamps her legs around Susan’s head and her entire body starts spasming as her orgasm hits. Susan removes her fingers and laps up the creamy nectar flowing from Maggie’s spasming pussy. Maggie’s body continues to tremble through several additional aftershocks.
“You’re very good at this,” Maggie pants, raising an eyebrow as she tries to catch her breath.
“I want to fuck you now,” Susan says, reaching for the strap-on while ignoring Maggie’s inquisitive look.
“I want to taste you first,” Maggie says, sliding over and making room for Susan on the couch.
“You said I could fuck you,” Susan counters without much conviction.
“A quick taste,” Maggie pleads, “please!” Susan smiles and settles onto the couch with her feet toward Maggie. Stretching one leg onto the back of the couch and dangling the other one off the front, she gives Maggie a clear view of her hairless pussy.
“It’s beautiful,” Maggie whispers, running her hand over Susan’s porcelain smooth mound as she stretches her tongue towards Susan’s pussy. With one long lick, Maggie drags her tongue along the length of Susan’s slit. Sighing, Susan spreads her legs wider as Maggie lightly flicks her clit before inserting her tongue between the folds of Susan’s swollen pussy lips.