“I am,” said Mum, “I’m still wet from the dildo, but I think Gary needs a little stimulation first.”
I laughed. “Won’t take much.”
And it didn’t. Mum took me in her mouth, a few strokes, some stimulation from her tongue, and JT was raring to go. Meanwhile, Betty and Jenny had taken a couple of cushions from the couch to support their heads, and were sitting, ready. Mum went to her knees between them and took the double-ender from Jenny, who’d been holding it, and held it ready between the two pussies.
“Okay, ladies, slowly now, but impale yourselves!” Jenny and Betty shuffled closer together and I watched as one end of the double-ender disappeared into Jenny’s pussy, the other end into Betty’s, until their pussies were almost touching.
“Okay,” said Mum, “stop there. Now ease apart again, slowly, slowly, stop! I think that should give me enough of a stroke for you both to enjoy it. ” She turned to me. “Okay, stud, give me your best shot!”
“Yes, ma’am!” I eased down behind Mum, on my knees, and inched forward, pushing into her, enjoying yet again the sight of a well lubricated pussy spreading and curving to welcome a nice hard cock, one of my all-time favourite views. Rooted, I paused, then began to move to and fro, slowly at first until Mum’s juices were coating me liberally, then a little quicker, enjoying, oh, yes, enjoying the feel of my prick in my mother’s juicy pussy.
Meanwhile, Mum was sliding the double-ender, first into Jenny’s pussy, then back and into Betty’s, slowly, shallow at first, then deeper, until her knuckles were touching pussy at the end of each stroke. Almost as if it were rehearsed, and for all I knew it might have been, Jenny and Betty’s hands went to their pussies and began to stroke their clits, an action copied by Mum with her free hand.
It couldn’t — wouldn’t — last, of course, the sexual tension was too high, and one of the four of us was going to climax first, but who? As it happens, it was Betty, a strangled scream coming from her mouth and her pussy clamping on the faux prick in her pussy. Mum’s stroke faltered.
“No, don’t stop! Jenny still needs you,” Betty cried, and Mum’s stroke picked up,, but only for seconds as Jenny came, too, her now familiar strangled cry coming from her. Mum stopped her action with the double-ender, on hands and knees, gripping JT with her inner muscles as I continued to thrust into her, until with her own cry, Mum came too, her pussy contracting on me, squeezing me, trying to drain my balls as my own climax came to join the party, crashing through me, my hips jerking in climactic reflex as JT spurted my jizz into Mum’s depths. There was no sound except for heavy, very heavy, breathing, until Betty spoke up.
“Whoee, now that was something else!” She laughed. “First time I’ve been part of a four-way orgasm.”
“First time for all of us,” said Mum, “but perhaps not the last, I think I’d like to try that again, maybe swapping round, letting you or Jenny drive.” She looked back over her shoulder at me and blew me a kiss. “Sorry, sweetheart, but as the only one of us with a penis, I’m afraid your role is fixed.”
“And I’m fine with that,” I said, laughing, “fucking any one of the three of you doggy-style is always going to be high on my list of favourite things to do.” I eased back, letting my much softened prick slip free from Mum’s pussy. I gazed fondly at the three of them.
“So, what’s the verdict, ladies. A worthwhile purchase? Betty?”
She grinned. “Definitely! Once I’m home again I can take to my bed at night with my tablet, and the videos and photos, and the dildo of course, and remind myself how much fun I’ve had on this trip.”
“And it’s not over yet,” I said, with an exaggerated wink. “Jenny?”
“Something similar, but I know I can come round here, have a swim, and know that there’s a damned good chance I’ll have a prick in my pussy before I go home again, but I’ll stll have plastic Gary waiting at home for me.” She blew me a kiss.
“Mum?”
“Well, since we both live here, until you go back to university, there’s a good chance you’ll be in my bed at night.”
“Count on it,” I said, blowing her a kiss.
“And when you’re not, like Jenny says, there’s always plastic Gary waiting for me.”
“And I know, from being involved, that the double-ender is a success. I was going to say, successful purchase, but of course it was free, wasn’t it? An enjoyable bonus. What now, though? I think a swim would be a good idea, and then some food. I don’t know about the rest of you, but I’m hungry! For food, not sex!”
So, that’s what we did.
* * * * *And there we’ll leave the lovers, at least for now. Whether I’ll add to the story, I don’t know. I tire easily these days. Constructive comment welcome, as always, and a vote would be nice. Go on, it’s only a couple of mouse clicks. Don’t forget to give me an address to reply to if you ask a question!
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