them and said 'I don't know about YOU two, but I don't want to go ANYwhere until HE gives it up! What do you say?'
Both youngsters laughed, and agreed – I suspected that it might turn into a long, but pleasurable, night.
Lucy had Sandra dig out the room service menu, and after we'd all made our choices, called down to order, making sure to tell them to deliver to her room, and the girls' room, confusing them slightly.
That done, she explained to them 'Okay, Dan and I can take our food here, but I think you two had better clean up a little, and go to your room to get the food. This room smells like sex, and that's okay for me and Dan, but you two aren't supposed to be here like that, remember?' Both of them quickly understood, and readily headed for the bathroom to rinse off before heading back to their room – for just long enough to accept the room service delivery.
While they were in the bathroom cleaning up – Lucy and I both knew they were sharing the shower, and probably groping each other in the process – she lay down next to me and asked me how things had gone that day at the office. I told her what I had, and hadn't, found; I went on to tell her about finding the minor leaks in the security, and the IS supervisor's reaction. She agreed with me that it had probably been a little bit of a test. Then she asked me how I'd be able to document, or prove, anything I found. So I explained to her that I was running a logging program as I was working, so that everything I looked at would be recorded on MY computer – and that the log was electronically signed in such a way that it would be all but impossible to falsify or tamper with.
About that time, the girls scampered out of the bathroom, having dried off, and jumped on the bed – each of them giving us a kiss and a grope (and getting one of each in return) before heading to their room to wait for their food. We watched as they closed the door between my, and Lucy's, rooms and faintly heard it as the door between theirs and my room closed, as well. Lucy and I shared a look: good, they understand how careful we all have to be.
Lucy and I continued to discuss what was going on with the company until room service showed up a little later. I put on a robe and answered the door to let them in; Lucy hid in the bathroom as I signed the check and added a tip, telling him that the other order was for the girls. The room service waiter sniffed noticeably when he thought I wasn't looking, and was all smiles as he wished me a good evening. I silently laughed to myself, thinking 'If he only KNEW!' before letting Lucy know he was gone.
A couple minutes later, Robyn and Sandra swarmed back in, and the four of us sat at the table wrapping ourselves around a light supper.
When the meal was done, we piled the dishes on the cart, and I wheeled it back into the hallway before we all adjourned to the bed to watch a little TV. Lucy and I lay next to each other, with Robyn plastered to my side and Sandra fastened to Lucy's. We were all naked, of course, and there was a fair amount of friendly touching and groping as we watched a couple of half-hour light comedy programs. It was at that point that Robyn reached over and grabbed the remote and turn off the TV. When we looked at her, she just said 'I don't know about the rest of you, but*I'm* ready to give him another try!'
Sandra and Lucy both laughed, and Lucy said 'Okay, how about it we make it a game, then?'
'What are the rules?' Sandra asked.
'Uh, we each get to try until we come, then it's someone else's turn.' Robyn offered.
'And this time, there's no 'helping' the one trying!' Lucy added, laughing.
'What do we get if we win?' Sandra asked.
I simply raised an eyebrow, and asked, 'You mean, aside from the obvious?' – reducing all three of them to laughter when they got the joke.
When they'd stopped laughing, Lucy asked, 'Okay, so how do we get started? I mean, he isn't hard any more, so what do we do?'
They all looked at each other, then me, and I offered, 'How about if all three of you try? Whenever one of you thinks I'm hard enough, you can try to get me inside; if you can't, you have to wait until the others have tried before you can try again. If you can get me inside, then you're the first one to try.'
They looked at each other, though it over a few moments, and looked at each other again. Shortly thereafter, I found myself buried under a small pile of female flesh.
From there, they sorted themselves out, and each found something to do to help get me going again: Sandra started sucking on my penis while Lucy caressed and licked my balls; Robyn thought it might help if she straddled my face. When I started running my tongue along Robyn's cleft, I reached up to hold her breasts in my hand, too – squeezing them and running my thumbs over her nipples as she quickly got wetter and wetter under – or should that be over? – my tongue.
Sandra's enthusiasm, and Lucy's skill, soon had me semi-erect, then nearly erect; but neither wanted to chance failure. Robyn didn't seem to notice, or mind – her thoughts and attention was elsewhere. Such as what I was doing as I softly sucked each of her labia into my mouth to softly 'chew' on it's edges; how I would lay my tongue flat against her mons, then slowly curl it, drawing the tip into her vaginal opening before letting it trace across her rapidly erecting clitoris; how I would softly pinch her nipples in time with the way I would draw circles around her clitoris with my tongue; and how I would take her clitoris between my lips and gently 'nibble' it. Even as I felt someone finally dare to climb over me, and start to lower themselves onto my erect penis, Robyn was softly crying out her pleasure, and releasing a small flood of her delightful oils onto my tongue.
I barely had time to see that it was Sandra on top of me before Lucy was kissing me deeply, and getting a taste of her own daughter in the process. It seemed to arouse her tremendously, and she soon positioned herself over my mouth, as well. I started to repeat my actions on her – thinking it amusing to do the same thing to both daughter and mother. She was well on her way toward an orgasm when I heard Sandra cry out, and felt her tighten around me as she climaxed.
A couple minutes later, I felt it as she lifted herself off of me, only to be promptly replaced by Robyn, who seemed quite willing to use the oils that Sandra had left on me to ease her own way onto my erection. Robyn squatted over me, giving herself better leverage, and was able to almost slam herself down onto me – bumping her clitoris against my pubic bone with each down stroke. I could tell that she was fighting a losing battle by the way her vagina kept clenching at me. I brought Lucy off, and she finally moved off me to lay on the bed next to me, watching as Robyn tried valiantly to bring me to climax – and failing, triggering her own orgasm, instead, a couple of minutes later. Sandra looked doubtfully at me before Lucy said 'It's my turn, right?'
Sandra nodded, somewhat relieved, as Lucy edged her way down to my pelvis, then got herself positioned – she, too, chose to either ignore what the previous contestant had left on me, or use it to her advantage – and quickly lowered herself onto my penis. She paused a few moments, then began a slow, steady rocking motion that felt wonderful. Not wonderful ENOUGH, but I wasn't going to tell her that…
With a little encouragement from Robyn, Sandra moved up for her own 'moustache ride' – having been the first to climax, she'd had some time to rest up. That meant that I had a nice, pleasant time enjoying her favors before I felt, and heard, Lucy losing her battle. With Sandra occupied, Robyn moved in for another try. This time, using her head a little bit – both literally, and figuratively: she started out by taking me into her mouth and sucking on me as she slowly bobbed her head up and down. By doing so, she put off her own climax in favor of moving me toward mine. I mentally applauded her thinking before resuming my oral assault on Sandra's delightful anatomy. As I noticed Sandra getting close to orgasm, I felt Robyn finally release me from her mouth, then lower herself onto me again. Once I was fully inside her, she opted to try not moving her body – and thus stimulating herself so much. Instead, she set about learning to control her internal muscles, and made excellent progress at it. By the time Sandra gasped out her climax, Robyn had learned how to perform a number of internal rhythms. Between those, and her internal warmth and tightness, she was doing quite a job of moving me toward a climax. Sandra lay exhausted from what she'd just been through, and Lucy seemed to be fascinated by the sight of Robyn sitting there with my erection buried in her; that left me free to enjoy the sensations that Robyn was creating – and finally, starting to feel myself easing toward release.
After several minutes, I knew that I was ready to climax – just not quite yet, the way Robyn was going at it. But I knew what WOULD do it, and more quickly. With Sandra and Lucy now both fascinated by what Robyn was doing – they apparently guessed what she was up to – I finally spoke up, and all three of them quickly looked at me in anticipation.
'What Robyn is doing is using ONLY her internal muscles to stimulate me. That means that she's not stimulating herself quite as much, so it's going to be a while before she climaxes. What she's doing feels pretty good to me. Good enough that if she keeps it up, I WILL climax.'
