brushing against her clitoris. I glanced down, and saw that Sandra's eyes were wide at the sight of what I'd done, and what was happening before her. I could also see that the sight delighted her, as well.
Taking Robyn's hips in my hands, I eased myself back out about half way before pressing into her again. I paused a moment, then did it again, and again. Robyn welcomed each thrust, rocking back slightly in welcome to my movements. Encouraged, I began a slow, steady pistoning movement that quickly had Robyn's ample juices spread along my erection. Sandra lifted her head slightly, and began tonguing Robyn's clitoris. To make room for her, I shifted myself back a bit, so that she would have room without having my balls slapping her in the face; still, I could frequently feel her tongue on the underside of my penis as she continued her manipulations of Robyn's clitoris.
Between the two of us, we quickly got Robyn to the edge of orgasm – and then eased her over the edge into a deep release. As I felt Robyn tighten around me, I pressed myself into her as far as I could; the tightening of her vagina around my erection was enough to trigger my own climax as well. Sandra apparently saw my balls tighten, and decided to lick my scrotum in time with the tightening; that, coupled with what Robyn was doing to me, made my ejaculations all the stronger, and more frequent. There simply wasn't enough room in Robyn's vagina for my penis, and all the semen that I'd unloaded into her; some of it was forced out to run down the insides of her thighs, or onto my scrotum. Either way, Sandra was there to lick it up, obviously savoring the mix of Robyn's flavor and mine.
From the eager way that Sandra licked up the overflow from Robyn's vagina, I knew that she'd want the rest. When my penis had shrunk a little more, I pulled myself free of Robyn, only to have my penis replaced by Sandra's tongue and lips as she did everything she could to draw out what she hadn't gotten yet. Rewarding Sandra for her efforts, Robyn quickly resuming her assault on Sandra's clitoris and vaginal opening. I could tell what was going on because I'd all but collapsed on my back on the bed, and could clearly see what they were doing to each other. It was*almost* enough to get me hard again.
Both of them were trying to get the other off, and both ultimately succeeded, in nearly perfect unison – Robyn was the first to voice her release, but Sandra joined her before Robyn's moan of pleasure ended. When their pleasure had passed, Robyn almost literally collapsed on Sandra – who seemed not to notice, or care. Out of consideration for both of them, I gently pried Robyn loose, and turned her around, so that they lay there, head to head. After a couple of minutes, Sandra managed to turn her head, then lift it enough to kiss Robyn full on the mouth – and getting a taste of her own essence in the process. Then she looked at me, and smiled her thanks, before indicating that she wanted my help in getting Robyn moved up next to me. Together, we managed to get Robyn's head on the pillow, and I lay down on one side of her while Sandra took station on the other. Together, we held Robyn for the couple of additional minutes it took her to 'come down' from where her orgasm had taken her. When she opened her eyes, and saw us looking down at her, she smiled, and told us 'That was wonderful. Thank you both for*such* a good time!'
We grinned at her, and Sandra said, 'It was my pleasure, too!', to which I added, 'What she said!', making Robyn grin back at us.
We lay there for several minutes, content to have made each other feel so good, and happy with the physical contact that we were sharing. It was Sandra, though, that finally spoke up, saying, 'As nice as this all feels, I'm getting kind of uh, sticky. How about if we grab a shower and go to sleep, so we're not so tired when we get to the airport tomorrow morning?'
Robyn and I agreed that it sounded like a fine idea, and the three of us trooped into the bathroom for a long, hot, fun shower. By the time it was over (due to lack of hot water), we'd all perked up some, and changed the plan to include watching some TV before bed. I spread a light blanket on the floor while Sandra pulled some cushions off the couch for us to put our heads on; Robyn tasked herself with getting us all something to drink. They gestured that they wanted me to lay down first, and after I did, they lay next to me on their sides, so that they were almost wrapped around me as we watched a half-hour comedy, then an hour drama. By the time it was over, we were all ready for bed – they headed off to the bedroom while I stayed up long enough to check the weather for where we were going. That done, I went to bed, too – only to find them already sound asleep in each other's arms.
When the alarm sounded the next morning, I quickly shut it off, so that Robyn and Sandra could have a little more sleep – I rather suspected that they needed it. I went into the kitchen, and got a pot of coffee going, then got things together for a light breakfast of croissants and jelly. About the time the coffee finished burbling, I knew that I'd have to wake them up; so I went into the bedroom and gently nudged both of them until their eyes opened. When they were able to focus on me, I told them 'Time to get up, sleepyheads. We've got a plane to catch, remember?' That last bit was enough to get them motivated, and it wasn't long before they were at the dining table with me, each with a cup of doctored coffee and a croissant. I kept an eye on the time as they chatted about the upcoming adventure – neither had ever flown before, and they were both excited, and nervous, at the prospect.
Each had a couple of croissants with their coffee – about right, I figured: enough to keep them from getting hungry too soon, but not so much as to make them queasy on the plane. Myself, I packed down a couple more than they did – last nights activities had whetted my appetite.
I finally told them that it was time to get dressed – that the limo would be there to pick us up in TWENTY MINUTES. Both quickly finished the crumbs on their plates, and knocked back the last swallow of their coffee before rushing into the bedroom. I could hear the discussion as they negotiated who got to use the bathroom – for makeup, of all things – first. I followed them a couple minutes later, after loading, then starting, the dishwasher. No sense coming back to dirty dishes, I thought.
By the time I'd gotten my underwear and pants on, they'd managed to apply the trace of makeup they thought they needed; there wasn't any problem with me running my electric razor over my face and brushing my teeth. That done, I finished getting dressed, and had time to down half a cup of coffee before there was a knock at the door. I opened it to see the promised vehicle, and the driver readily volunteered his name, and who he was working for. Satisfied, I told the girls that the car was there, and that it was time to leave – right NOW. I heard a little scuffling in the bedroom, and a few moments later, both appeared with their suitcase in hand. As the driver guided them to the car – an actual limo – I got my own suitcase, and followed.
With our luggage stowed, the driver held the door for us. Moments later, we were off to the airport.
The girls were surprisingly quiet for most of the trip – between the excitement of being in an actual limousine, and heading for their first plane ride, they had plenty to keep them distracted. When we pulled up to the terminal, the skycap was right there to take command of our three small suitcases. I gave him the flight number and destination, and as he got our bags tagged, I tipped the limo driver – $50, since he'd been on time, gotten us there with plenty of time to spare, and done it with grace and style. The skycap, after handing me the claim tickets for our bags, got $20 – he'd been courteous, efficient, and most of all, good-natured with the girls and their questions. I slipped him another $5, and asked 'Think our stuff could be loaded last?'; he nodded, knowing what I was doing, and took the money.
With nothing but my shoulder bag to slow us down, we headed for the counter to pick up the tickets Lucy had gotten for us. Surprisingly, the lines were still fairly short, so it didn't take long for us to identify ourselves, and get set up. Interestingly, the plane wasn't expected to be that full, so the girls were each allowed a window seat, with me occupying the aisle seat next to Robyn. Tickets and boarding passes in hand, our next stop was a bathroom, to recycle some coffee. From there, it was off to the boarding gate, by way of all the security checkpoints we had to pass through. It didn't take us long, of course, since the girls were armed with nothing more than good looks and sex appeal. I carried only a small pocketknife that I dumped in the basket they provided. My carry on bag revealed nothing of interest, either. No bells, no alarms, and no hassle.
Once the hard part was over, we found a small newsstand where I bought a paper to read, and the girls each selected a magazine they hadn't read yet. With something to pass the time, the final stop was the boarding area, where we would still have over half an hour before our flight was called. Robyn and Sandra were trying very hard to be cool about it, but I noticed that when they didn't think anyone was looking, they'd stare at almost anything – up to and including the monitors that showed the status of all the different flights.
Eventually, though, our flight was announced. The girls watched me, and when I didn't jump up right away, kept their seats. A little later, they made the second call, and I finally got up. They did, too, and we calmly made our way to the gate, had our passes checked, and took our time getting to the plane. We arrived just as the last of the Thundering Herd (the folks that like to stand up in the cabin as soon as the wheels hit pavement, for example) were finding their seats. We easily found our seats, though the flight attendant had to chase a loose kid out of one
