I felt Gail's mouth leave my cock, and heard her tell me "You make her orgasm real good, Gary!
I only made her do like that a couple of times…" before wrapping her lips around me again.
I pulled my mouth back from Emma's crotch long enough to answer "I guess you'll just have to practice more, and try harder, won't you?". I swear I could feel Gail smiling at me around my erection as I went back to collecting Emma's decreasing supply of nectar.
As Emma's climax tapered off, I saw a slight tremor in her arms — it wasn't surprising in the least that she'd be a little weak after basically doing nothing but having multiple orgasms for the last few hours. It was an awkward position for me, and took a fair amount of my strength, but I managed to help Emma get off my face without hurting me, and then laying on the bed.
Gail had let me slip from her mouth, and when I turned back to see what she was doing, I discovered that she'd moved up to my head — where she promptly went about licking my face clean of any of her sister's juices. Once she was satisfied with her handiwork, she asked me
"Could you suck on my boobs? Maybe until Em's ready? I really like it when you do that."
Well, if she was going to ask all nice and polite like that, and compliment me on my tit-sucking, I suppose it wouldn't hurt…
Putting my hands on her sides, I guided her up so that she was straddling my chest; when she leaned over a bit, I could easily raise my head far enough to do what she wanted. A few minutes of carefully bathing her bust with my tongue, and gently sucking at random spots on her mounds, and teasing her areolas and nipples with my lips and tongue had her softly panting. I was about to start seeing what kind of mischief I could get into with her erect nipples when I felt a hand grasp my cock, followed by it being surrounded by a warm mouth. Looking up at Gail, I told her
"Em's doing her part now; do you want me to keep doing this, or use my mouth on you?"
Gail's almost instantaneous answer was "Use your mouth!"
I grinned at her, and she blushed slightly at her surplus of enthusiasm. When I lowered my head to the bed, she quickly got herself situated so that her tasty snatch was right over my mouth. A second later, and I had her soft pubic hairs brushing my nose as I began sampling her female wares.
From how wet and aroused she already was, I had to figure that she really did like having my mouth on her breasts, or that she enjoyed using her mouth on me — or both, since she'd shown herself to be eager and willing, once we'd gotten past her initial hesitance. Either way, there was enough of her essence already present for me to get the full delectable flavor of her before I
"had" to begin stimulating her into producing more.
As I was tending to Gail's arousal and desired, Emma was taking care of mine. Using the end of her tongue, she was drawing some rather interesting (and erotic) designs along the underside of my cock to get me back to full hardness. Satisfied that I was as hard as she could get me, she shifted over to applying a gentle suction as she slowly bobbed her head up and down on me while cupping my balls in her hand. When she started twisting her head as it moved, and pressed the very tip of her tongue against me, I discovered just how good life could be. The feeling was good enough that it prompted me to apply myself toward getting Gail off so that I could focus my attentions on the indescribable pleasure Emma was giving me.
Figuring that if Gail liked me to suck on her tits, then it would probably help if I played with them while I was eating her, I reached up to put my hands over her breasts. As I put my mouth over her clitoris and began softly sucking on it, I started gently squeezing her firm mammaries. I could only marvel at how firm they were before moving my hands so that I could begin toying with their peaks. My fingertips told me that her areolas had swollen slightly, and formed small hills at the peaks of the greater masses of her breasts; further exploration revealed that her nipples were as long as they could get, forming rubbery little pebbles that I delighted in softly pinching and pulling on, and rolling between my fingertips.
Trying as best I could to keep my attention off the feeling of Emma's warm mouth sliding up and down my cock, I tried to see if I couldn't get at least a little bit of my tongue worked through the tight ring of Gail's vaginal opening. Try as I might, though, I couldn't get it to happen — though Gail's reaction told me that she appreciated the attempt. Her oils were leaking out of her slowly, but almost constantly; I was spending as much time licking them up as I was titillating her clitoris. I'd gotten Gail to the brink, and was softly fluttering my tongue across her clitoris when I got an idea. After I'd collected the accumulation of her juices again, I began slowly circling her clit with my tongue — and gradually increasing the pressure that I applied to it as I started pinching her hard little nipples more and more firmly. It took only a little bit of that simultaneous stimulation for her to find her release; with a deep groan, she froze over me. Her clitoris quickly disappeared under its protective cover, leaving me free to move my tongue where it was most needed, and begin gathering the juices that her virginal womanhood was pushing out to me.
My taste buds had their own little parties as they were treated to the flavor that was uniquely Gail's; I was kept busy enough supplying them with her nectar that I actually got distracted from what Emma was doing to me for a little while.
Still, young as she was, Gail could only climax for so long — particularly after all she'd been doing the previous couple of hours. Her fluids had slowed to little more than a faint trickle when I felt her begin to wobble slightly. I got my hands on her sides to help support her, then after giving her slit one last pass with my tongue, lowered my head enough to tell her "If you want to get off of me, I can help."
Looking up at her along the front of her body, I could see her nod her agreement; much as I'd done with Emma, I helped Gail get herself off my face, and then laying down. When she turned to face me, I could see the happiness and pleasure she felt. I gave her a smile, which she returned, before turning my head back so I could watch my glistening erection sliding back and forth through the circle of Emma's soft lips.
Seeing that I was looking at her, she somehow managed to smile at me around my hard cock — then calmly proceeded to try to make me cum… as hard as she could, apparently.
As noted, she'd already been doing a fine job of getting me worked up; with nothing to distract me from what she was doing, her increased efforts only had that much more of an effect. Her actions left me with mixed feelings — there wasn't a doubt in my mind that I was going to cum like gangbusters; but what she was doing felt so damn good that I didn't want it to stop.
She cupped my balls in her hand, and was softly stroking my scrotum with her thumb, and it felt pretty good. But when she raised her head enough that she could begin swirling her tongue around the head of my cock, any illusions I might have had about having any control over what happened next were left in tatters. I could feel the tension in my cock and balls growing steadily as Emma's tongue continued to do laps around my glans; I somehow managed to hold out for nearly a minute before it was simply too much to withstand. I heard myself grunt as the first hot jet of my cum erupted from the end of my manhood; Emma responded by taking me as far into her mouth as she could and rubbing her tongue along the bottom of me — virtually guaranteeing that the next spray of my semen was as strong as the first, and that the ones that followed were stronger than usual, too.
When it was over, I opened my eyes to look down at her, and saw the pleased and self-satisfied expression on her face as she milked the last few drops of cum out of me in the process of letting me slip from her mouth. After my semi-erect penis had cleared her lips, she sat up — only to turn her head to Gail, so the two of them could share not only a kiss, but my cum. It was the damnedest thing I'd ever seen, and incredibly erotic and arousing; enough so that I felt my penis twitch in a futile effort to get hard again.
I watched as the two of them deep-kissed and shared my semen for several seconds before their lips separated, and both visibly swallowed what she had of my jism. Both graced me with cat-that-ate-the-canary smiles before Gail leaned forward and began using her tongue to clean my penis. As Gail was dealing with her self-appointed task, Emma moved up so that she was next to me. I readily kissed her, and she told me "While Gail and I were alone, we kinda talked about you a little bit — what we like that you do, and what we like to do with you. I'm starting to like the taste of your stuff, and after we decided we'd tell you thank you for helping us today like this, both of us wanted to taste you. So we decided that whoever got to finish you would share. You don't mind?"
"Not in the slightest.", I assured her. "What you were doing to me felt really, really good, and watching you two do that was incredibly sexy."
Gail was close enough to hear what I said, and smiled at me before I gave her her own kiss. I put an arm around each of them, and both happily snuggled into my sides. All of us were content to just lay there and rest for quite some time.
When my conscience began to bother me, it wasn't about what we'd all done, or the fact that I was laying there naked with two cute little pubescent girls nestled against me — it was the fact that I still had work to do, and deadlines to meet. Never before had I felt it quite as much as I did then… the fact that being an adult really sucks, sometimes.
I knew both girls could hear in my voice how much I regretted the necessity of getting up and going back to work. I made things a little easier on all of us by offering to clean up with them…
something they eagerly agreed to. A few minutes later, and I was being pampered by both of them as we helped get each other in the shower. With their soap-slickened bodies rubbing against me, it was all I could do not to haul them back into the bedroom for an extended bout of debauchery; they left me no doubt that they'd willingly participate. But I was an adult, and I did have work and deadlines that needed my attention, so I had to content myself with repeatedly molesting them in different ways — which they not only didn't mind, but enjoyed.
Once we were all dried and dressed again, both of them gave me kisses that let me know how they felt about me. I kissed them back the same way, and added some fondling and groping.
When they left, both knew that I wasn't ignoring them because I wanted to. I'd also promised them that I would set aside some time so that we could still have fun with each other until I was done with my overload of work. It wasn't as much as either wanted, but they accepted it with good grace — due in part to the fact that they could turn to each other when they needed, I'm sure.
I got my projects done, on schedule, and earned myself a nice collection of bonuses. To celebrate, I invited Andrea and the girls to go out to dinner with me. With Andrea's limited income, they considered delivered pizza to be no small treat, so all three of them were nearly ecstatic at the idea of actually going out to a restaurant for a meal.
When I went over to collect them, I found out just how much of a deal it was for them when I found all three pretty well dolled up. I'd always thought that Andrea had a nice shape, but when I saw her in the black sleeveless number she had on, I mentally kicked myself for not giving her the credit she deserved. While she didn't have a particularly large bust, she certainly had enough to make the cleavage she was showing more than a little interesting to look at. The style of her dress showed off her trim waist and hips to good effect, and stopped far enough above her knees to reveal a nice expanse of very pleasant legs.
The girls outfits weren't as revealing as Andrea's, but certainly succeeded in making it clear that they were attractive young females. When I saw them, I clapped and whistled several times, pleasing and embarrassing all of them. I'd told them that I wasn't planning on going anyplace
"fancy", so they hadn't bothered putting on fancy jewelry or anything — but they were still dressed up better than I'd have thought or expected.
I escorted them out to my car, and the two youngsters headed straight for the back seat, leaving Andrea up front with me. I was glad to have her there, since she was not only nice to look at as I was driving, but she had on a nice, light perfume that made her smell real good.
I don't know if Andrea said anything to Emma and Gail beforehand, or not; all I know is that both of them made selections from the menu that were roughly in the middle of the price range, as did Andrea. But I didn't say anything about it, and simply went ahead and got a better bottle of wine to go with the food. Both girls were allowed ONE glass of wine, while Andrea and I dealt with the rest. Supper was excellent, and all three of them were nearly giddy with the choices available to them for dessert. We finished the meal off with coffee for Andrea and me, and fresh hot chocolate for Emma and Gail.
When the three of them trooped off to the ladies room, I took the opportunity to call a couple of clubs I knew. By the time they got back, I'd made arrangements for a little more entertainment that night.
When we left the restaurant, it was Emma that noticed I wasn't heading home; when Andrea asked, I simply said that the night wasn't over yet — something that earned me a Look. When I pulled into the parking lot of the club, Andrea told me "They won't let the girls in there!"
I laughed, and told her "Yes, they will let the girls in there — as long as neither of us gives them anything with alcohol in it. So come on and have some fun!"
Unsure whether to believe me or not, Andrea got out of the car when I did; the girls followed a second later. When we got to the door, the owner had already let the doorman know that the girls could come in. We were shown a table, and after we'd all ordered something to drink (mixed for me and Andrea, sodas for Emma and Gail), I got Andrea out on the dance floor for a couple of tunes.
For the next couple of hours, the four of us had a blast. While I spent most of my dancing time with Andrea, I didn't neglect to take each of the girls out a couple of times, too. When it got late enough that I saw the two youngsters yawn, I gestured to them as I told Andrea "I suppose it's about time we headed home, don't you?"
Laughing, she agreed, and over the protests of the girls that they were fine, we went back out to my car and headed home. Emma was able to make it inside under her own power, but it proved to have been to much of an evening for Gail; I carried her inside in my arms, to Andrea's amusement. After I'd set her on her bed, I beat a hasty retreat so that Andrea could get her undressed and tucked in.
I was sitting on the couch when Andrea showed up a few minutes later — having shed the dress she'd had on in favor of some old walking shorts and a tee shirt. As she walked toward me, I saw the slight wobbling of her breasts that let me know she didn't have a bra on.
She got each of us a soda from the fridge, and after handing me one, she took a seat on the couch not far away from me. We opened the sodas and each took a sip before she told me "Gary, I — all of us! — had a great time tonight. Thanks for including us in your little celebration — even if I do think you did more than maybe you should have. That's the best time I've had in, oh, ages, it seems. And you can bet that those two aren't going to forget it any time soon, either!"
I just smiled and waved it off, but Andrea told me "No, really, I mean it. I was just thinking, and it's been years since we've been able to afford to go out to eat — particularly that kind of place, never mind the club afterwards. I'd almost forgotten what it was like to go out and just have fun like that — a good meal, drinks, a little dancing… and with such nice company, too."
"Well, it was fun for me, too. Sometimes I don't realize how much time I spend inside my house, staring at a screen and abusing a computer keyboard. I had a great time, and three lovely ladies to enjoy it with me."
Andrea suddenly got serious, and told me "I don't mean to spoil things, but there's something I've got to ask you."
Wondering what could be on her mind, I asked "What is it?"