then planted myself on the couch, so they could have some 'private' time with Lucy, too.
A little later, Robyn came over to tell me that Lucy wanted to talk to me again; I went back over to where Sandra was finishing up her conversation, and when she was done, took the phone as the two girls headed back for the couch.
'They're not letting on that anything happened. At all. Any time I even*hinted* that something might be going on, they changed the subject. Have you been coaching them, or are they just naturally devious?'
'I've only told them that if anyone found out what we were doing, then I'd get into trouble.'
'Well, whatever you've done and said, it's working. I doubt that torture would get anything out of them.'
'Probably just as well', I told her.
'I think you're right. I just want you to know that when I get back, I fully expect some time of my own with you – a couple of days, at least. I'll leave them a bag of kibble, and you and I are going to lock ourselves in the bedroom and see if we can't kill each other.
How does that sound?'
'Works for me. I'll get a fridge or something in the bedroom so we don't even have to come out for food or drinks.'
She laughed, and said 'You would, too, wouldn't you?'
'You bet – to the fridge, the couple of days, or both', I laughed.
'God, just thinking about it…', she said, wistfully.
'It's okay. You'll be back here soon enough, and we've got plenty of time.'
'Yeah. Well, just save some energy for me, okay?'
'Always.'
She paused a moment, then said 'I love you, you know.'
It didn't come as much of a surprise – and I didn't have any hesitation about telling her 'And me, you. Get the damn job done, and get back here, would you?'
'Just as fast as I can', she replied With that, by mutual consent, we each hung up the phone.
When my conversation with Lucy ended, I got up and went back over to the couch; Robyn and Sandra quickly separated to make room for me between them. Robyn looked up at me, and asked 'You knew she was going to call, didn't you?'
I replied 'I didn't*know* she was going to call, but I expected it. Why?'
'Because even after supper, with the two of us playing with you and each other, you didn't get very excited; and when the phone rang, you reacted like you expected it – me and Sandra nearly jumped out of our skins! So what made you think she would call?'
'First, she's your mom. Maybe you don't really understand that yet, but when you get older you will; it means that she's thinking about you almost*all* the time. Second, she's your mom. That means that if she has to be away from you for any period of time, she's going to want to hear from you
Third, your mom and I like each other. A lot. I kinda figured that she'd want to talk to me, too, just like I wanted to talk to hear.'
'But what about me?', Sandra asked.
'You're her daughters best friend. She likes you, too, and she cares about you. She's responsible for you while you're staying with her. Believe me, she's not going to forget about you, either.'
The two of them looked at each other, and with an unspoken communication, reached an agreement: that it was time to get me 'fired up' again – both reached out to begin sliding their hands across my chest and belly as they each fastened their lips on one of my nipples. With that kind of encouragement, I didn't hesitate to put an arm around each of them to cup a breast, one slightly smaller than the other, but both firm, smooth, and quickly sporting an erect nipple.
Since it was 'her night', the first one I leaned over to kiss was Sandra – who readily opened her mouth to the gentle touch of my tongue, moaning faintly when our tongues touched.
When our kiss finally broke, Sandra started easing her hand down my body, until she had my swollen, but not even semi-erect, penis in her grasp – and was able to begin a faintly milking motion that quickly got me semi-erect. While she was doing that, I turned my head to kiss Robyn, who seemed to be trying to lick my tonsils. For her part, Robyn took in upon herself to cycle between Sandra's breast that I didn't have hold of, her own, and my testicles. With the two of them trying so hard, they soon had me aroused; Sandra was the one to suggest that we'd have more room, and be more comfortable, on the bed. Refusing to let go of each other, it took us a few tries before we were able to sit up on the couch, then finally stand up to make our way back to the bedroom again. I couldn't help thinking that my bedroom, and bed, had gotten more use in the last 6 weeks than it had in the previous 6 years…
Once settled on my bed, we pretty much reversed the positions we'd had last time – now Robyn's lips were fastened on my penis while Sandra's head was between her thighs, and my lips and tongue went to work on Sandra's womanhood.
Robyn seemed to be very much in the spirit of things – she was deliberately taking her time getting me hard, apparently so that I would have more time to get Sandra ready. I appreciated her consideration, but couldn't help but wonder if it also wasn't so that she could have her own orgasm before I got too involved with Sandra.
Whatever the reason, she was taking it easy on me: stimulating me enough to gradually get me harder and harder, but not so much that I couldn't focus on what I was doing to Sandra. And what I was doing to Sandra was certainly worth focusing on: using my tongue to trace the folds of her inner lips and sliding it between them, dipping it into the entrance to her vagina to savor her delicate essence; using my lips and tongue to caress and fondle her rapidly-erecting clitoris, and protruding labia; delighting in the spicy/sweet/musky odor of her arousal; softly, rhythmically sucking on her clitoris; caressing her ass and hips and back and waist and thighs.
Between what Robyn was doing, and my pleasure with what I was doing, it didn't take long before I was fully erect; enjoying the pleasant sensations Robyn was providing, while not feeling any hurry or need for a climax.
A bit later, Robyn released me for a few moments to tell Sandra 'Whenever you're ready, he is too', followed a second later with 'Damn! You're good at that…'
Knowing that I was ready, Sandra apparently decided to apply herself to getting Robyn off – and from where I was sitting (well, laying:), she seemed to be doing a damn fine job of it: it wasn't but a couple of minutes before Robyn's breathing had noticeably quickened, along with an increase in moans and gasps of arousal. Robyn tried to keep stimulating me, but what Sandra was doing to her was simply too much to bear, and she eventually gave up. I barely noticed the loss – I was simply to engrossed in what*I* was doing.
Only a few minutes later, I heard Robyn's breath catch, heard her gasp, and then let out something that was a combination of moan, and scream, as Sandra finally triggered her orgasm. The sound of it was more than enough to make up for the absence of Robyn's talented mouth and tongue.
As her orgasm tapered off, Robyn rolled over so that she was laying on her stomach. That left enough room for Sandra to ease herself away from me (much to my disappointment), and slide herself around so that we were face to face – a position that let me see the shining of Robyn's juices on her face and lips, and detect Robyn's scent when she moved to kiss me before looking deep into my eyes and telling me 'I'm ready. God! I am*so* ready. What do we do now?'
'It's up to you. If you still had your 'cherry', I'd suggest that we do it with you getting on top of me, so that you could wait if it started to hurt. But since that little problem is already taken care of, we can try it with you laying on your back, and me on top. Or, if you want, you can get on your hands and knees, and I can enter you from behind.'
'Will it hurt?'
'Like I said before, with your hymen gone, and your larger size, I don't think you'll have any pain. It
'Is there any one of them that YOU like?'
'It's not about me, it's about you. Remember, we don't have to do just ONE; we can change around as much as you want, whenever you want, for as long as I can keep going. Think about which one you want to try first, and we'll go from there. Or, if you want, we can just keep doing what we have been, and you can wait until later.'
Sandra thought about it for a bit, and as she was thinking, Robyn finally rolled away from us again, until she
