Clarissa had finished another semester at college and once again, aced all her subjects. Her mother and I were very proud. A lot has changed in that amount of time. All the good things have become better, but with bumps along the way. We grew very comfortable in our little world of love and lust. It strengthened us. No matter how strong a relationship is, there are openings in the armor and ours was tested.
What changed the most was my… no our, living room. They were not exaggerating about their ability to ruin furniture. After the first month, both the couches had to be thrown out. Clarissa and Christina were extremely sorry for turning all the couch cushions into stained wet sponges. I wasn’t upset, if anything I was amused because they came through with their promise. They fucked couches to death.
Clarissa, the smart little girl that she is, had a long-term solution. We bought a new patent leather couch and love seat. The patent leather was water proof and would not allow fluids to soak into the stuffing. Christina then sewed several custom covers to go over the furniture. This allowed us to remove and wash them, but still have the feeling of a cloth couch.
Towels! Our towel collection nearly quadrupled. One would think that working from home nude would lead to less laundry. These juicy skinny girls soaked enough towels to fill a bathtub, which happened during one hot weekend long orgy.
My favorite addition was a simple one. A large, teal, exercise mat. It was almost, always in the middle of the living room, like a rug. It gave us a nice surface to have our frequent wet and messy orgies and made for easy cleanup afterwards.
Our happy home flourished in our perversions. I became so comfortable with them that I told them what my job was. Managing adult websites. Which was a pleasant surprise, they were upset I hadn’t told them sooner. Like teenagers discovering porn for the first time, we all gathered around my workstation as I showed the sites and my work.
We discovered each other all over again by taking turns showing our most favorite videos. I started by showing them some of my favorites, which also revealed that I was bisexual. It was a small detail to me, but a real turn on for them. The admission bonded us all closer. We now had no sexual or gender taboos between us. They hugged after my admission, but I assured them it was no big deal. It brought a calming joy to the three of us. Funny how the depths of our perversions brought us closer.
I’ll not go into detail as to the kinds of videos I showed them. To be truthful, I’m living my favorite sexual fantasy.
Since Christina loved girls giving sloppy blowjobs and anal play, she created a playlist of her favorites for both study and pleasure. I placed one of my three monitors on the floor. Then I would lay on my back, feet towards the monitor with her on top of me in a 69 position. While watching her favorite videos, she would lovingly suck my pulsing cock, perfecting her milkmaid throat over time. No longer did she have to release me from her mouth to breathe, in this position she was able to breathe through her nose. For what seemed an eternity Christina would take me deep into her undulating throat. While doing this, she would use a wireless mouse and keyboard to pick and choose videos of other girls sucking cock.
As our bodies were pressed together she could feel every shake and tremor her constricting throat teased out of me. With my head propped on a pillow I would feast my senses by stroking her thin, skinny legs. My hands took in as much of her smooth brown skin as possible. None of these sexual sessions would be complete if I didn’t take the time to suckle on each of her tiny toes. With a light touch, I could tickle the soles of her feet and send her vibrating laughter down the length of my cock. For nearly an hour each time, she milked precum down her throat while watching her favorite videos. Her copious saliva would run down my abdomen, around my balls and form puddles to my sides and ass. At times, she would lube her hands and massage my smooth sack. Other times, with the same saliva lubrication, she would insert her little fingers into my asshole and expertly massage my prostate. Her small finger would tease every fluid ounce of precum down her throat. Through our body contact she could sense how close I would get to orgasm and then freeze her whole body. She would stay so still that all I could feel was her heart beat into my abdomen and the steady trickle of her pussy leaking warm, creamy juice down my chest. As though my head were in a helmet all I heard was my own breathing, struggling to contain my orgasm. When I could last no longer, I would rupture pump after pump of hot cum down her throat. On our best day, she managed to suck out three consecutive orgasms and never let me out of her mouth.
When we first started this, I tried to play with her tiny pussy and asshole, but she stopped me. “Please don’t sweety. This is for you, not for me.”
“Sorry, it’s just… I’d like both of us to orgasm at the same time,” I said facing the ceiling while stroking her thin calves.
She paused to form her words, “Think of this as my form of masturbation. Some people like to build up an orgasm for minutes or even hours.” She explained this to me while lightly kissing my cock. “I like to build up orgasm for days. I like to save it up for the weekend so you and Clarissa could launch me into space.” Turning to look at me she said, “I know it’s kind of weird but…”
“It’s okay,” I said smiling and massaging my face with her little feet, savoring the sensation like a cat. “Christina, as I’ve said before, you and your daughter will never have to apologize for your sexuality.”
No more words were necessary. Christina smiled, wrapped her arms around my left thigh hugged me and kissed my semi rigid penis back to full rigid.
Her daughter, Clarissa on the other hand was a wild and savvy little girl. A wildness that showed in her appetite for not just sex, but pornography. I unleashed her by saying she could use my workstation any time I’m off work. Her video choices were so vast that she had to create her own account just to keep track of them all.
After she finished her day at school and her studies at home, several times a week I could find her frantically masturbating at my workstation. Watching videos of all kinds, even genres I never knew existed. I would erect instantly anytime I walked into the living room to see and hear her frantically rubbing her searing, wet genitals. Underneath her was always a large puddle of her vaginal milk and next to her a pile of soaked towels. Teasing myself, I watched unobtrusively, until she noticed me.
Because once she did, she sucked me in harder than her milkmaid’s hand. “Gimme, gimme, gimme,” she would say rushing me to her and stripping me from the waist down. Sitting me down on a soaking towel, she would jump on my lap and have her way with me. With her petite body on my lap, she straddled my cock showing me new videos she discovered.
“Hey, check these out,” she said bouncing with excitement on my lap. “They get these girls to wrestle in bikinis and then the winner fucks the loser. How cool is that?”
With one hand, she rubbed her clitoris and the other squeezed on the shaft of my cock. She did not use her squeezing hand to get me off necessarily, it was more of barometer as to how intense she was feeling. The hotter she got the harder she squeezed. When I formed any amount of precum, she took it on her finger and opened mouth, dripped it onto her tongue like honey. Clarissa’s free flowing pussy would soak my scrotum. While we watched her choice of videos we would comment back and forth on the things we liked. Laughed at things we though were funny. And at times we discussed non-sequitur topics.
She had no limits. Over time we’d gotten to know each other very well at my workstation and she was always a constant surprise. Some of her favorites were sex machines, which she hinted several times at wishing she had one. And she loved transsexuals. The idea of a woman with a penis, a large penis always drove her over the edge.
On my lap, she would live out her transsexual fantasies. She scooped handfuls of her cream to soak and stroke my throbbing cock. I could never differentiate if she wished I were a transsexual or if she thought of my cock as part of her body. My hands would roam her petite smooth body enjoying her tight size. When she leaned back against me, my chin would rest on top of her head. Smelling and kissing her hair, I would pinch the tiny brown nipples on her barely existent breasts, sending shudders through both of our bodies. With both hands barely around my penis, she stroked up and down mimicking the girls on screen wishing my cock were hers. In a total loss of sexual control, she couldn’t help but rub her little pencil eraser sized clitoris against my penis. Someday, this girl will blow my genitals off. As soon as she reached her limit she deeply mounted me and then changed the video to a girl getting fucked by a transsexual. She placed her feet on my knees and savagely bounced up and down. Don’t get us wrong, it’s not that we do not enjoy her milkmaid hand technique, but sometimes, it’s just about getting off quickly. It was fun to watch her choice in videos as she humped herself away on my lap. As we had done many times before, we orgasmed together making a creamy mess of each other.
Her mother, Christina and I used to have the same kind of sex at my workstation, but it slowly turned to work. She told me that she had made some attempts at college, but with working and raising her daughter, she was unable to keep up the schedule. I suppose it’s fate that brought us all together because she told me that she knew some basic HTML. She took the time to use my books and workstation to learn even more and was later able to apply it. Before I knew it, she became a co-worker of sorts, a very competent co-worker. She quit her job at the diner and started working with me full time. One would think that we would mix work and sex, but to my surprise, she was very focused.
At nearly a year into our relationship, we doubled the size of what was now our workstation and doubled our clientele. Instead two single desk chairs, we used one wide reclining desk chair. Funny the things you enjoy, the sex is great, but to be able to work side by side, naked, very intelligent and down to earth girl of my dreams, made work a real pleasure.
A pleasure because we were not only intimate with the work, but also intimate with each other. She made work fun. If I became frustrated she would rub my thighs and sometimes my shoulders. Whenever she became frustrated, she loved having her hands and feet massaged. No matter how frustrating or bad the day became, we were always able to lean over and hug and kiss each other for comfort. Only on very rare occasions did we ever engage in sex while on the job. It took me a while to understand that since the three of us had all the crazy sex would could want at any time, would allow us to focus when it mattered.
Within our harmonious relationship, a small grain of sand introduced itself causing subconscious irritation. Christina and I had a great thing going, I didn’t see us ever parting.
But I also had these same feeling for her daughter Clarissa. As an avid autodidact, I enjoyed helping her with her college studies and papers. We would spend hours laying on the living room floor going over her notes and using flash cards. She had the same focus and intensity as her mother when at work. Christina was a full supporter of our efforts, without asking or disturbing us, she would bring us dinner and drinks. Even if we were on our bed studying, Christina always took care of us. If we were at the college library doing research, Christina would either bring us something or have dinner waiting for us when we got home. Through all this Clarissa usually found herself on her favorite seat, my lap. On days we just relaxed, the three of us spent time watching movies, reading, listening to music or just talking about life. During these times, Clarissa was always curled up on my lap reading for college. As with her mother, I also had an intimate relationship with her. In-between chapters I helped her relax by massaging her scalp and temples. Like her mother, she also liked her hands and feet massaged. All of which I did while she sat naked on my naked lap. We did this until we fell into calm sleep against each other.
It was usually Christina that woke us to go to bed, our one, family, king-sized bed. Given how close the three of us have become, it made sense. I’ll admit it was awkward at first, but in a matter of weeks we gained a nice rhythm.
But I was not the center of these two girls, I was one happy corner that formed our love triangle. Christina and Clarissa also maintained a very close relationship. Much closer than mother and daughter, they were lovers just as I was their lover. At times sitting in an arm chair reading, Clarissa would lay on top of her mother on the couch. Their affection for each was always soft and sensual.
With Christina’s head on the arm rest supported by a pillow, Clarissa would lay in her embrace and they would have pillow talk while tangling their legs.
“How is school going,” asked Christina while caressing her daughter’s body?
In between light kisses to her mother’s neck, “It’s going really good.” She resumed kissing below Christina’s chin slowly making progress to her pink lips. “In fact, it’s going better with Mike. He’s a been a real big help.” She brought her head up and waved over to me.
“Anytime,” I responded, smiling back to her.
Clarissa and her mother then began to sensually make out. I always felt privileged and loved that they openly shared their relationship with me.
Clarissa broke away, and playfully pinched her mother’s now hard nipple, “Do you miss work at the diner?”
“Hell no,” she said instantly. “No more smelly food. No more stupid uniform or sore feet and angry customers.”
“I liked the uniform,” I threw in.
“I still have it and the shoes,” she said playfully. “Maybe I’ll wear it again for you some day. It still has all the stains, to make it authentic.”
We all laughed at the thought.
They resumed their kissing. Not directly on the lips, but against each other’s cheeks, just out of reach. They made soft cooing sounds, while their hands roamed each other.
“Oh, I won the scholarship for the university! So, once I finish this last semester at the community college, it’s on to university.” Raising a fist in the air, “Bachelors here I come!”
“Honey, congratulations,” said Christina as we both applauded.
“Thanks, but I couldn’t have done it without both of you.” Clarissa hugged her mother tighter and began rubbing her skinny legs against her mother’s equally slim legs. Their loving relationship was closer than any mother and daughter could be. It strengthened them, it strengthened us.
They lay in each other’s embrace kissing and giving playful pinches. Hands, feet, lips and hair would entangle each other for the rest of the night as soft moans escaped them. Sometimes this would erupt into full blown sex. But other times, they simply basked in the warmth of each other until they fell asleep. I enjoyed nights like these. I’m in love with Christina and Clarissa.
And that was the small grain of sand. I had feelings for both Christina and Clarissa. And I think they have the same feelings towards me. Initially I just went with the flow subconsciously assuming our relationship would meld into myself and Christina taking mother and father roles with Clarissa being the daughter. Instead what happened is that we all became equals, we were all lovers. Not even Christina and Clarissa, whom were mother and daughter, seemed to be mother and daughter. When you factor in their physical and emotional relationship, they were not even sisters. They were lovers. We were lovers and in the privacy of our happy home, it was a non-issue. The question never entered our minds until we found ourselves in public.
It was a Friday morning, Christina and I were working towards finishing off the final touches on what was a large project for my biggest client.
“We’re done,” she asked in disbelief?
I blinked clearing my fatigue, “Yes, I think we are. Let’s double check.”
She began to read down our bug and test list and I responded with, “check,” after each item until she stopped. We had just finished off a large two-month long project.
“We’re done,” we both laughed because we said it in unison.
We did our modified high five, when our hands meet we meshed our fingers and began kissing furiously.
She moved in so hard she bumped into my mouth, “Sorry.”
I didn’t care, we have been holding back this whole week and now it’s time to cut loose. Our libido had been so pent up that steady streams of drool was flowing from both of our mouths as we passionately went at each other. Sex starved, we went at each other’s lips, chin and tongue. In a matter of moments, we were both covered in slick saliva. I freed my hands from hers and began smearing clear spit all over her breastless brown body. Seeing her shiny and wet always turned me on. Our work chair was pooling with our liquid lust.
I broke away, got up, lifted her in my arms and moved over to the arm chair. Christina was so wound up that even as I carried her she could not keep from slobbering and sucking as much of my skin as she could. I sat down with her on my lap, letting her legs hang over an arm of the chair. With one arm around her back I cradled her. She moved her hips up to allow my erect penis to stand in between her legs and press against her moist labia. We continued our sloppy kissing. Her arms were slack behind her, submitting to our lust. My free hand made its way down to her vagina. I slowly inserted one finger, making her shiver as each inch penetrated. Her heat scorched my digit. I pumped my finger in and out of her making her moan into my mouth. I then inserted two fingers. She could no longer maintain mouth contact. Her head fell back as she let out a long moan. I could feel her hot juices begin to flow past my fingers, onto my lap and down my aching testicles. I removed my fingers and pushing my cock aside rubbed the palm of my hand over her burning pussy, smothering her clitoris. We could hear the squishy sounds of wet flesh as I moved my hand. When it was properly soaked, I brought my hand to our mouths and we both licked my fingers clean. We shared a finger slobbering off her cream until it was clean and then moved on to the next finger. When my hand was licked clean, I went back for more. In the meantime, she brought her hand up and we licked her sweet hot pussy cream from her hand.
As we did this our pace quickened to the point that we could not lick fast enough and had devolved into just smearing each other’s face and body with her steady flowing white grool. With my one hand, I completely coated her tiny breasts, squeezing moans from her as I took paid special attention to her small, hard brown nipples.
I reached down to move her legs, in synch she brought her knees up to her chest. I slowly circled a wet finger around her small pink asshole.
“Please,” she begged me?
Her mouth opened into a wide,” O,” as my middle finger went in to the first knuckle.
“Oh, God,” she let out. Her whole body shook in pleasure and her toes spread and flexed as her body processed pleasure. She squeezed my finger with her warm sphincter. When she relaxed, I would push my finger in then stop when she flexed. I did this until the tip of my finger made it past her sphincter and into her roasting body cavity.
I leaned forward and kissed her fingers as she gripped her knees and made my way down to her toes. When I felt, her body settle, I slowly moved my finger in and out, always keeping it completely in her tight sphincter. Her pussy continuously drooled lubrication onto my finger. I loved the idea that she was self-lubricating. Her mind was so consumed by lust that she lacked the concentration to kiss. Her head was on the arm rest and she just stared at the ceiling lost in blinding anal pleasure. Looking into her eyes, I could see her pupils dilate as she stared into the distance.
Her arms were now folded beneath her knees, to hold them against her chest. I had one arm under her to support her upper back and my finger slowly moved in and out rasping against her every anal nerve ending. Our sex was give and take, at times I was under her control, but now she was under mine.
Christina was too deep in desire to hear, the front door open. Clarissa walked in, closed the door behind her and dropped her backpack.
“Hey there. You’re home early,” I said still fingering her mother.
She moved into the living room, sat on the couch next to me and began untying her shoes. “Yeah, I just had one final today. Last one, and now I’m all done.” She kicked off her shoes and socks. Then began undressing, “Looks like you two are having some fun.”
“We finished that large project, just minutes ago.”
When Clarissa was completely naked she leaned over her mother and lightly kissed me on the mouth.
“Hey Mom.”
Too horny to speak and arms locked under her knees, she could only meekly reach her lips towards her daughter. Clarissa knelt and began slowly kissing her mother’s face, moving down from her forehead, down the bridge of her nose, finishing on her lips. She could feel the heat radiating from her mother’s body.
“You’ve really got her going,” said Clarissa enchanted by her mother’s state. Feasting her eyes, she began pinching her own small nipples. She moved towards her mother’s rear to get a better look. “Oh, my. Look at how wet she is.” Clarissa collected some of her mother’s flowing cream and tasted. “Sweet as candy,” she said popping her finger out of her mouth. She rested her head on the arm rest and just watched my finger move in and out of Christina’s tight gripping asshole.
With her head still resting on the arm of the chair, Clarissa released one hand from under her chin and softly traced her finger up and down the soles of her mother’s feet. Christina laughed and shook in lusty delirium, while trying to move her feet away from the probing finger.
“I love her when she’s like this. I love teasing and pushing her to the edge.” She placed her index finger against her mother’s quivering, weeping slit and let her cream heat her finger. Enunciating each word, she said, “And I love getting her there.”
When Clarissa started to push her little finger in, I stopped moving mine, so that Christina could fully feel a new digit enter her. As her daughter’s finger made its entry, she jolted as each knuckle passed her sweltering inner lips.
Now that my finger and Clarissa’s finger were now fully in her mother, we began moving in and out. We moved in perfect slow unison making sure that Christina’s gripping hot orifices felt every ridge on the finger prints of our digits. Her body rocked and rattled as each of our knuckles made entry and exited. When we felt her start to clamp on our fingers nearing orgasm, we stopped and waited for her to move back from the edge.
Her breathing subsided as beads of sweat began to roll from her body, moving away from the fringe of orgasm. Calmly, she opened her eyes, which took a moment to focus on me and nodded a meek yes. And again, her daughter and I probed her hot dripping holes until she was on the boundary of orgasm.
We repeated our routine using various techniques. When Clarissa and I switched holes, we traced along Christina’s perineum causing her toes to spread and contract.
Clarissa liked to use two fingers, one from each hand and spread her mother’s scorching hole open to admire the view. Sometimes she moved both fingers in unison, other times she moved them in opposite directions. All the while we kept our long rhythm of bringing Christina to the fringe of orgasm, only to stop, letting her writhe as she fought to calm herself.
“She loves anal play. I’ve done this to her for hours once. She didn’t squirt, she erupted all over me,” she said mesmerized by her mother’s pink flexing aperture.
“Let’s put her on the mat, then we’ll both have our way with her,” I said smiling to Clarissa.
She rubbed her hands together deviously and set to the task. She set out the large, teal foam workout mat on the living room floor. When she was satisfied, she gave me a thumbs up with a large grin, “Ready.”
Slowly, I pulled my finger out of Christina’s hot pink asshole. Clarissa and I smiled in delight as we heard her take in sharp breaths as I pulled out. As soon as my finger was out, Clarissa grabbed my hand and took my finger into her mouth. This nasty little girl loved everything about her mother, even how she tasted.
Christina released her legs and they fell on Clarissa.
“Hey? What gives?”
Christina started to come out of her fugue, “Oh, sorry. Hi sweety. When did you get here?”
“I just got in a couple minutes ago. Finished my last final this morning.”
I got up lifting Christina with me and we made our way over to the workout mat. I set her down on her back letting her relax. I moved down and brought her feet on my lap and began to softly massage them using her vaginal cream as lubricant. Her daughter sat down beside her, grasped her hands and massaged them also using her mother’s cream as lubricant. Christina, eyes closed, lay relaxed on the floor as her body buzzed in heightened lust.
“I take it the big project is all done,” asked Clarissa?
“Yup. Your mother and I finished it about ten minutes before you came in. What timing huh?”
A devious smile formed on Clarissa’s face, “So none of us have anything to do huh?”
“Want to try something fun?”
Excitedly, Clarissa nodded yes.
We rolled Christina’s listless body on to her stomach. I laid down on the floor and using her ankles pulled her onto me in a 69 position. Sensing my cock near her mouth, Christina awaked. Got to her knees straddling my body and took my cock down to my balls in one easy gulp. I pushed her feet towards her head to lay her body down flat on mine. This spread her rear end nicely to Clarissa, whom got the idea quickly. Placing my hands in between Christina’s hips and thighs, I grabbed and pulled her back so that I could reach her pussy with my mouth. This pulled her far enough that she could only get the head of my cock in her mouth. What I really wanted was to quench my thirst with her hot vaginal nectar.
Clarissa on all fours, moved above me which placed her head, upside down directly above me. She smiled at seeing the lewd glow in my eyes. She kissed me on the forehead and with her tongue out, guided it to her mother’s asshole. She formed a point with her tongue and placed it directly into the hole of her mother’s bum. I could feel Christina’s hot breath on my penis as she slowly exhaled from the pleasure. Christina slowly relaxed her sphincter to allow more of her daughter’s tongue in. Clarissa pushed her slick tongue so hard and deep into her mother that her lips would push back from her teeth. With slight pressure, she clamped her teeth on her tongue to give it a more stable base and began wriggling it in her mother.
From below I used my lips to suck in her small, hard clitoris and softly stroked it with the tip of my tongue.
At first, she would nibble and suck on the head of my cock, but as her daughter and I feasted ourselves on her hot weeping orifices, she began to lose control. Feeling her body shake and shiver while on top was an aphrodisiac. With her head laid down on my stomach, she used both hands to grasp my cock, not for my pleasure, but to have something to comfort her as Clarissa and I ravaged her. Her little hands would periodically grip and relax as we licked away.
Clarissa moved her head back and forth tongue fucking her mother, flowing a stream of drool. In unison with her daughter’s drool, Christina’s pussy was slowly discharging her milky white pussy cream. Both mother and daughter’s fluids were flowing down on to my face. Periodically I would open my mouth until it filled and then make out with Christina’s horny hole making a goorly drooly mess.
Clarissa, despite her size, had a rather long tongue. It was so long that she could push it passed a person’s sphincter and hook it on the inside. I know this from personal experience. She told me she could, I said she couldn’t. Next thing I know I’m sitting on her face as she’s doing it to me. The pleasure was so intense that as soon as I touched my cock, I orgasmed spraying all over her petite light brown body. The squeezing of my anus during my orgasm was not enough to force her tongue out of me and the squishy feel of her hot tongue in me launched me right into a second orgasm.
I know the pleasure her mother is feeling as she shook violently on my body. I had to wrap my arms around her back to hold her down and keep her stable. Clarissa’s hands were pulling her mother’s cheeks apart.
Clamping down on Christina’s clitoris pushed her over the edge.
“Oh my God. I’m cumming, I’m cumm…aaahhh,” she screamed!
Still holding her body onto mine, she convulsed with each wave of her orgasm. The first three convulsions caused her to squirt hot cream all over my face and Clarissa’s body. I welcomed the sensation of her juices flow in my mouth and nose. It was pure spinal reflex that kept me from drowning.
For the rest of her orgasm each pulse only caused a stronger stream of cream to flow from her body. I had always wondered how these two petite women could contain so much love fluids? With our mouths still on Christina, she lay entirely relaxed panting heavily on my body. When she began to catch her breath, I flicked her clit that was still clamped in between my lips causing her to spasm. Clarissa would slowly move her tongue out. And with each little rasp of her taste buds on her mother’s smooth sphincter caused her to shiver with lustful fever. With loving intent Clarissa and I slowly teased out every bit of Christina’s booming orgasm.
In unison Clarissa and I pulled away from her mother’s spent body and we began sloppy kissing each other. We mixed the flavors of Christina’s tangy ass with her sweet pussy cream intoxicating ourselves with the mix.
No longer needing words for sexual communication. We eased Christina off me and lay her lovingly on the floor, placing a pillow under her head. She lay, on the ground softly pinching her small pink nipples, lost in the tingling sensation of her after orgasm.
Clarissa and I hastily made our way to the couch. I sat down and facing me she straddled my lap lowering herself. Without hands from either of us, she placed the head of my cock on her pussy and pulled only the head in. With constant eye contact, she lowered herself down, until my head pushed against the entrance to her cervix. Her face showed how eager and desperately she needed to release. She opened her cervix and pulled my head in. While maintaining eye contact we held hands with fingers interlaced as she began milking my cock. She was so turned on from feasting herself from her mother that as I entered, sweet white cream seeped out, flowing down to my balls and ass.
Both of our bodies were slick and wet from Christina’s juices. We were both so horny we only had moments until we reached orgasm. Clarissa could no longer balance herself and rested her body against mine. As soon as our wet bodies touched, we erupted. Her uterus squeezed on my head, her cervix tightened around the ridge of my cock head and her vagina pulsed and pulled my penis in. I could feel my cock throb and harden as I injected load after hot load into her quivering, cream covered body. Our orgasms were so intense that we lay limp against one another shaking as continuous rolls of orgasms pushed us into unconsciousness.
The following morning, we all sat at the kitchen table eating breakfast. Christina sat on my lap as we shared a plate of breakfast. There are times when I’m sitting alone when I get a feeling that I can best describe as forgetting to do something or as though I were falling. Then I realize it’s because no one is sitting in my lap.
A tinge of guilt slightly shaded my love for Christina because I also love her daughter, Clarissa. Without the three of us knowing, our love triangle was losing its shape to forces unknown. How do we reconcile this? What is the relationship the three of us have? If I ask Christina to marry me, how will it affect Clarissa and I? If I marry Clarissa, how will it go with Christina? Can I, should I marry Clarissa? Is marriage even an option? We’re in love with each other, how do we keep this going?
“Something wrong,” asked Christina? She could sense my unease through our body contact. My hand had also stopped half way to my mouth with a fork full of food.
“No,” I replied, “just day dreaming,” I said in a poor attempt to cover up. A very poor attempt. It had slipped my mind as to how close we’ve become. Without an exchange of words, we all knew the question rolling in our minds. What are we? Christina put down her fork and hugged me, a comfort for the both of us. From the other end of the table Clarissa sensed all this and came over to our side of the table. She hugged the both of us burying her head into my neck.
My brainwaves are bringing us down. Let’s get out of this funk. “Hey, you need a graduation gift.”
“I do,” asked Clarissa When she lifted her head? When she lifted her head, I could see she was holding back tears.
“Yes, you do,” said Christina. “You are going to start at the university this fall. And you just graduated from community college. I think a graduation gift is in order.” Christina smiled into my eyes at the thought.
“Well I didn’t really graduate. I pretty much just transferred all my credits to the university. When I finish my bachelors, then I’ll have graduated.”
“Sorry, I didn’t understand any of that,” I said having fun with Clarissa. She playfully slapped me in the arm. “What if I take you two shopping?”
“Shopping,” they both said at the same time?
I was a bit confused, not to be sexist, but how could they not want to go shopping? “Yeah, I’ll get you two some new outfits or something. And, Clarissa, if you want, we’ll stop by the adult store,” I playfully pinched her nipple, eliciting a laugh.
“Hhhmm…,” wheels were turning in her sexually devious mind. “Okay.”
Christina jumped from my lap and said, “Sounds like fun. Let’s get this all cleaned up, then dressed and we’ll paint the town red!”
I dressed in my normal jeans, button up shirt and baseball hat. Christina wore jeans shorts, showing a beautiful amount of leg. Low top Chucks on her feet without socks and a black halter top. She also wore a baseball cap like myself with her ponytail through the gap in the back. Clarissa had leather sandals on her petite feet. Khaki shorts, also showing as much leg as she could. A tight purple shirt, with a T-rex on it and a pearl colored hair band over the top of her head. I see them so often naked that seeing them in shorts really accentuated their skinny brown legs. It was tempting to lose myself running my hands up and down their beautiful form.
We all piled into my truck with me as a driver, Clarissa in the middle and Christina on the passenger side and drove to the mall.
We had grown so close, that showing affection to one another was more than encouraged, even in public. We walked around the mall holding hands, looking at all the stores. We eventually chose to go into one of the large department stores. I found myself in my usual awkwardness when in the women’s area of a store. Luckily for me they were not interested in undergarments. After about an hour they had settled on two new outfits and a new pair of shoes each. Much to my surprise, the clothing they had chosen was like what they generally wear, including the shoes. I suppose since we are almost always nude, clothing was more of an afterthought. I realized then why my own wardrobe is so plain.
With bags in each hand we made our way to the food court for lunch. After a bit of discussion, we settled on some Chinese food. At the table, Clarissa decided to sit on my lap and Christina sat on the opposite end.
“So? What do you want to get from the store,” asked Christina smiling to her daughter?
Clarissa stopped to really put some thought to the question. “What don’t we have?”
I had an idea. It was something I always wanted to see the two of them do, but we’ve never had the toy for it. Now’s my chance. “How about a double ended dildo?”
Their eyes lit up at the idea.
“How perverted,” praised Christina. “I like it. How have we not thought of it before?” I could see her eyes trail off in thought.
“My gosh. Think of all the fun we could have Mom.”
We had dropped our guard. We’d forgotten that our relationship was kind of a taboo thing to the public. Unfortunately for us, the people at the table next to us over heard our conversation and abruptly decided to leave.
As they got up to leave, quite loudly, an elderly lady said, “You’re all a bunch of freaks. You should be ashamed of yourselves.” It was loud enough that silence blanketed our part of the food court as people tried to listen in. She took one last look at us, and seeing Clarissa on my lap, she shuddered in disgust.
Looking at Christina she said, “She’s your daughter for Christ sake. And you’re just whoring her out.” She was no longer able to form words as it was blocked by the revulsion rising in her throat.
She walked away locked elbows with her husband. He turned to look at us as he left and I could see him shudder in revulsion and hatred.
Once they were gone, the three of us, rose and made our way out of the mall ashamed of ourselves. We did not hold hands. We walked quickly to leave afraid the authorities may get involved. I sped out of the parking lot, not slowing down until we were lost in traffic.
In self-reflection, I subconsciously drove us to the adult store. I could tell that the girls were kind of down in spirit. As time went on, I knew I had to say something. I had to reassure them.
“What we’re doing, our relationship, between the three of us, is not wrong. We’re not harming each other. If anything, we’re empowering each other,” I said to them and myself.
“I know, I know, but you’re not the one having a sexual relationship with your daughter,” Christina jumped in. “It’s not so much that I’m ashamed of what I have with Clarissa and you of course. It’s just that people will want me to be ashamed. She paused and said, “Perhaps I should be.” Tears began to form in her eyes. “I’m sorry Clarissa,” she said turning to hug her daughter, “I never meant to bring this on you.”
By this time, we were parked outside of the adult store. With my mind rolling with thought, by body was on autopilot and drove us to the store. At the time, none of us even realized that we were even at the adult store.
I told them both, “Well you are more than a sexual relationship, there’s a genuine love between the two of you. You’re more than just incest, more than just mother and daughter.” I hoped the sincerity of my words helped them. “Between the three of us. My life has improved 10-fold since I have met you two.” I stopped talking, I was nearing a soulful admission, that I wasn’t sure would go over.
“I feel the same way. Since we’ve met you Mike, we’ve become a happy family. Well, we’re more than just a family. This works, what the three of us have works,” said Christina. The pause in conversation allowed us each to form an agreeing opinion. Home, work and school, just overall quality of life has been better for the three of us since we met. She continued, “I’m sure we’ll never find another man like you, nor do we want to.” Christina paused to compose the right words. “It’s just that I love Clarissa just as much as I love you and I just don’t know how to…”
Clarissa had not said a word. From deep thought, she slowly rose to the surface with the truth of our relationship. She filled the empty space with, “It’s because we’re in love with each other. Mom I love you just as much as I love you, Mike. I couldn’t imagine life without you two.”
“That’s it,” said Christina and I in unison. We laughed as cold relief enveloped us. It just took one of us to say it out loud and our relationship solidified like a crystal.
“Clarissa you’re right,” I said grabbing her hand to caress in mine. “I’m in love with the both of you. I just wasn’t sure if it was right. If I should love two people. But I feel better by saying it.”
“And I feel better by hearing it,” said Christina. “Then we truly are one happy family, we’re just madly in love with one another.” She grabbed Clarissa’s other hand in hers. “I feel the same way. Clarissa, Mike, I’m crazy in love with the both of you. I couldn’t imagine life without either of you. This last year with both of you in my life has outshined everything in my previous life. Well, except the day that you were born.” She lifted Clarissa’s hand and softly kissed the knuckles.
My heart lifted with Christina’s words. A rainbow blossomed in my soul vanishing what dark areas were left. It was a feeling that eclipsed any others and filled me with a joyful adrenaline rush. The feeling was mutual as we all looked at one another in delirious happiness at having found a soul mate, soul mates in our case. A glow filled the cabin of the truck that even in sunlight would blind anyone looking in. We could have all sat here forever basking in our feelings of love and died a truly fulfilling life.
Clarissa brought her arms around both Christina and I, and brought us all in for a triple kiss. Our kissing was of an ethereal sensuality, a new sensation. None of us knew where our lips started and the others ended.
We parted giddy with unchaste love for one another. Our relationship has completed a rocky pass and our souls stared into the calm and beautiful sea of our future.
Slowly, the bright smiles faded from Christina and I, but not Clarissa. She said, “Okay you two, let’s get in there a buy a double ended dildo.”
On exiting the truck, we were all reborn. The sun on our skin heightened the tingling on our bodies. I crossed around the front of the truck to face both Christina and Clarissa. Our love was made unbreakable with the three of us holding hands with crazed grins. Years later, we all found that this moment was one of the happiest of our lives.
Clarissa goaded us on, “Come on you two, let’s not get all mushy.” In a sing song voice, she said, “Double ended dildo,” and then lead the both of us into the adult store.
I had been to this store a couple of times, but that was years ago. It struck me once inside that the whole place had changed for the better, it seemed classier, open and brighter. The place was neat, clean and upscale.
There was a middle-aged lady to my right. Her smile was bright and welcoming under long brown hair. “Hi, I’m Melinda. Welcome to Min’s. Is there anything I could help you find?”
Shyness set in for the three of us. But since I’m kind of in the industry, I took the lead.
“Uumm…adult toys?”
“Oh, no need to be shy. There’s a reason I like to work here,” Melinda said winking at us. “To the right, all the way back, against the far wall. If you have any questions, please ask.”
“Thanks,” we all said in unison. We laughed again because of how in synch we all were.
The far wall of the store was large and covered with all kinds of displays and toys. It was like a cereal aisle in a grocery store, so many choices. We began at one end to take it all in. Fortunately for us it was all well organized by types, so we quickly made our way to a large section of dildos. This area was also well organized. There were dozens of different types of double ended dildos, glass, realistic, plastic, vibrating, gel, all off various colors.
I let the girls take their pick, since they would be using it more than me. They grabbed different types wondering what would work best for them.
“I like the looks of this one,” said Christina holding a package, “but, it says it’s made of glass. Seems too hard and breakable.” She made a distasteful face and placed the package back.
Clarissa was holding another package, “How about this one Mom? It seems soft, but the color is a bit off.” She showed it to Christina.
“Yeah,” replied Christina taking the package, “it’s kind of too realistic. I’m leaning towards more of the gel looking ones.”
“Oh, you mean like this one, “she said with another item in hand. “Mom, you think we’d get in trouble if we took them out to feel them?”
“I don’t know sweety. Perhaps we should ask?”
“You may,” came a voice from behind us.
We all turned startled to see a handsome young man leaning against one of the isle dividers. He had short brown hair with color matching eyes. His face had a nice mix of masculinity, sensuality with a bit of femininity. I’ve known I was bisexual for a long time, but it’s rare that I find myself physically attracted to another man, this was one of those times.
He put his hands up in mock surrender, “Sorry, I’m Blake. I work here. And yes, you can open the packages. Otherwise how would you find what you like? Here,” he said extending his hand.
Christina gave him the package she was holding. He opened the top of the box and removed the item. “This one’s pretty nice, but it’s solid, some people don’t like that.” He offered the dildo back to Christina, whom examined it. “The lack of flexibility makes it hard to use unless you are lined up just right. Not to mention it doesn’t conform to body shapes all that well.”
He searched the display looking for something specific. “Here, what do you think of this one. My sisters are big fans of it. And my Mom,” he said nonchalantly.
That caught our attention, was he making fun of us. He saw our shock.
“Sorry, but I heard you guys talking. Not to mention I can see the resemblance between you two,” he looked from Christina to Clarissa. “It’s OK. Let’s just say we have something in common.” Playfully he nudged me with his elbow, “You’re one lucky man.”
I smiled and blushed a bit, we all did.
With the item removed, he handed it to Clarissa and said, “These are silicone, flexible and wash easily. They come with different grades of ribbing, or smooth if you want it. Oh, and different colors.”
Clarissa felt the smooth texture as well as testing its flexibility, she even smelled it. She asked, “What difference does the ribbing make?”
He grabbed two more packages, “Well it adds to the sensation. Personally, I like the ribbing. The smooth one is good, but there is something to say about texture. So here are the two other types.” He attempted to hand her two more dildos. We laughed at them fumbled trying to make the exchange.
“I like the feel of the ribbing. I’m thinking this is the one, “she said handing her mother the one with small tiny ribs. “What do you think Mommy?”
Christina took the two dildos from her daughter. Opening and relaxing, she asked Blake, “Is there a difference in the sensation between the two?”
“They both feel great, but the small ribs slide in and out a lot easier. The larger is good, but it can…not get stuck, but hang up on the rib sections. It can be harder to…pump in and out. Me personally, I’d go with the smaller ribbing, it works great vaginally and is a delight anally.”
He looked at me smiling when he said anally. Was he flirting with me? I smiled back and extended my hand towards Christina.
“I’m thinking he’s right. The feel of the smaller ribbing would feel great,” I said. “I’m thinking I like this one. What do you two think?”
We all touched and stroked the double ended dildo in excitement, even Blake joined in, which felt natural.
“What other colors are there,” asked Clarissa?
Blake had to shake himself out of his daydream, “Oh…uuhhgg. Here.” He offered us the box, with the back facing us.
Without hesitation, “This one, “said Clarissa pointing to a translucent red color.
“Great minds think alike. That’s the one we have. Will there be anything else I can help you all with?”
“Blake, you’ve been really helpful,” replied Christina cheerfully, “I think that’s all for today.”
“Awesome! You can leave all that on the cart right here. I’ll go head to the back, grab you guys an unopened one and meet you all at the counter.”
We made our way to the counter at the front of the store and were once again greeted by a smiling Melinda. “Find what you were looking for?”
“Yes,” answered a very excited Clarissa, “Blake said he’d bring it up here.”
I noticed some similarities between Blake and Melinda. I wonder?
Blake rounded the counter in a brisk walk, “Here Mom, ” he said handing her the package. “They’re purchasing this.”
“Excellent choice,” said Melinda.
In a mock whisper Blake said, “It’s her favorite.”
Melinda cast him a discouraging look, which Blake deflected with a smile.
“It’s cool Mom. They’re a family like us.”
Melinda gave us a studious look, then looked from Clarissa, to Christina and back. Seeing the similarity, she smiled. “Sorry, my son can be quite a joker some time. You’re a family?”
We shuffled nervously, looking to one another on how to reply.
“It’s okay. I’m very close to my family as well. Don’t be ashamed, especially not with us.” Her smile widened, “You all have a very special kind of love. The world will tell you it’s wrong but in your hearts, you know it’s right. Believe me, I know what you’re going through all too well, but it gets better.” Tears of happiness began to form in her eyes, “My wife and I have a very close relationship with our children and it’s all been for the better.”
“It strengthens you,” said Christina.
“Yes, yes it does.”
In a meeting of heart and mind, Christina and Melinda reached out and grasped each other’s hands over the counter. They had an understanding that only two mothers could have and made an instant friendship.
Melinda fought back her tears, “Sorry, it’s just…”
“Say no more, we understand,” replied Christina caressing Melinda’s hand.
Blake, beside his mother, put his arm around her.
“I’m Christina, this is my daughter Clarissa and this is…our boyfriend Mike.”
“I’m Melinda and this is my son Blake.”
We all shook hands truly meeting one another for the first time.
Taking a deep breath, composed herself and Melinda began to ring up our toy. “What’s the occasion, if you don’t mind me asking?”
“I just finished community college and in the fall, I start at the university. So, we got a little toy to go home and celebrate.”
Melinda paused, “Then it’s a gift from us well. Here, “she said handing us the bagged item.
“Really, “asked Clarissa?
“Yes, “replied Melinda. “Congratulations.” She paused considering something, “If you don’t mind me being too forward, but I’d like to invite you all for dinner sometime. If…”
“I think we would all like that, “replied Christina.
Blake jumped into, “Mom here is an excellent cook and the rest of the family is really great. I think we’d all get along.”
“You hear that Clarissa, you’ve some competition. She’s a great cook as well,” I said teasing Clarissa.
On a sheet of paper Melinda and Christina exchanged numbers.
“We hope to hear from you all.”
“You will, “I replied.
We all said our goodbyes and made our way out of the door.
Providence, that’s how I can sum it all up. It appears we’re on the right path in life. It almost scared me to think, what if we hadn’t had our talk in front of the store, let alone come in. Fate can be cruel, but for us, it was generous.
We entered our house in a flurry of excitement. We had a new toy, in a new relationship and possibly new friends. In no time at all the living room floor was littered with shopping bags and our restrictive clothing.
It was Christina that reeled us in. “All right people let’s not make a mess just yet. Showers first for everyone, “she said as she picked up all our clothing from the floor.
“Alright, “replied Clarissa in mock glumness.
Staying hygienically clean is part of nudist etiquette. None of us required much more goading.
Once out of the shower, the girls quickly removed our new toy from the package. Playfully Christina had to wrestle it away from Clarissa, “We need to wash it first young lady.”
With a playful pout she said, “Okay.”
My phone rang. I knew by the ring tone whom it was. It was my boss, well sort of, she was my biggest client. In truth, she kind of scares me. There is something very fey and enigmatic about her, which was amplified by her neo classical beauty. With our new toy, I did not want to be bothered, she could wait. Seconds later the phone chimed indicating there was a voicemail. I wanted to check it later, but didn’t really get the chance to, it chimed again indicating a text message. With slow moving hands, I picked the phone back up to read it. It said, “We need to videoconference.”
“Shit, this can’t be good.” Wanting to get this over with I moved over to the work station to turn it on. I only put on a shirt, sat in the chair and brought up the videoconference. When the camera came on I could see behind me Christina feeding the dildo to her daughter.
“Hey, hey. I’ve got to videoconference with Athena. You two can’t be doing that in the background. I could see reluctance in their eyes. “Please, “I pleaded? “She’s our biggest client and I don’t want to piss her off. I need to make this call.”
I knew they would help, but I really wanted to join in. Christina stood and while still holding one end to the dildo, she guided Clarissa out of camera view. On all fours, Clarissa followed her mother, drooling on the floor trying to keep the dildo in her open mouth.
To my right, out of camera view I could still see them. They made sure of that. Clarissa was sitting on the floor with her knees bent and legs spread. The sight of her sweating pussy was mesmerizing. I may not be able to contact Athena. Christina was behind her daughter, leaning against the foot of the love seat, with her legs hooked into Clarissa’s legs, forcing them apart. She was pinching one of her daughter’s hard, petite nipples with one hand and the other was feeding her the dildo.
I heard Christina whisper, “Let’s show Mike how much you can take.” Clarissa’s head was tipped back, aligning her throat for her mother. Christina slowly shoved the dildo in causing Clarissa to gag softly. I could not tear my eyes away from her petite spasming body as the dildo made a ripple down her throat the deeper it went. She began to drool uncontrollably from the sides of her mouth and onto her chest. Her mother massaged that drool into her daughter’s skin. She kissed her daughter on the neck, letting more saliva flow down Clarissa’s squirming body. Her skin glistened beautifully under the lights. The whole time they were doing this, Christina stared into my eyes. She reached down and lightly flicked her daughter’s now saliva soaked, throbbing clitoris. Clarissa squirmed and gagged in her mother’s embrace. Never letting an inch of dildo out of her daughter’s mouth, Christina sucked up her flowing saliva, only to flow it all over her in audible wet kisses. With little moist fingers, Clarissa pinched her nipples, letting long moans resonate through the red dildo in her throat.
A cascade of saliva flowed from Clarissa’s mouth as her mother slowly pulled the dildo completely out. She moaned and kissed her mother in mad, sloppy passion. Christina smeared thick, sticky saliva all over her daughter.
She grabbed her daughter’s head and pulled back aligning her throat again. Clarissa, eager mouth wide open, moaned with husky, animal, breaths in anticipation. Then slowly, she slid the dildo down her daughter’s begging throat.
It took strength I never knew I had, to look away and get back to my task. When Christina looked up at me, I put my finger to my lips, pleading for her to be quiet. She smiled, giving me a nod.
Tripling my resolve, I dialed Athena and she answered.
I always had trouble looking at her. She was extremely beautiful in an exotic supermodel kind of way. Her skin was an immaculately smooth pale white. Her face flawless and symmetrical. Her hair a perfect A-line bob. But it was her eyes that were hard to look at. They were bright, piercing and green. I recorded a videoconference once, to see if she was wearing contacts, she was not. Her eyes were both distracting and intimidating.
“Hi Mike. I’m not interrupting anything, am I?”
“No, no, not at all, “I replied. “Just getting back from a little shopping. What can I help you with?”
“Well it seems you have been burning the candle at both ends. We did not expect you to finish our last job so quickly.” She spoke directly at me. Her eyes never wavered. “We’d like…”
To my right, snapping fingers caught my attention. Clarissa sat flat on the floor, facing me. He mother was standing bent over her. One end of the dildo was in Christina’s mouth and the other in her daughter’s mouth. Christina’s back was facing me. I licked my lips at the sight of her little winking asshole and the long strings of cream, connecting the puddle below her to her oozing pussy.
Without the use of hands from either of them, Christina would let some dildo slide out of her throat and down into her daughter deep enough to cause her to silently gag. Her small body shook and turned red, struggling to keep it all in. Once that far, using only her throat muscles, Christina pulled her end of the dildo up.
It was one thing to feel her on my cock, it was quite a different experience to see her in action. As the dildo came up, Clarissa pushed all the saliva in her mouth out, letting it flow down the sides of her face, chin and down her body. They both added thick, clear saliva and milky white vaginal juices to the pool forming below them. Clarissa’s was now completely shiny wet. She had just finished coating her legs and I could see that she was using the puddle to coat her feet. She laced her fingers into her toes to control her bodies gag reflex from her mother feeding her the dildo from above.
“Something wrong, “asked Athena?!
I had completely forgotten what I was doing, “No, no, “I stammered. “I thought I saw something.”
“What do you think, “she asked?
“I’m sorry I didn’t’ catch that last part.” I shrank into my body as her eyes bore dissatisfaction into me.
She let out a deep breath in frustration, “As I was saying, we’re offering you an early completion bonus and were wondering if you could add in some feature. Seeing as we won’t be launching the software for about a month, we don’t foresee you having any problems with this.”
“Hey thanks. How much is the bonus if you don’t mind me asking?”
“5,000, “she said flatly.
“Wow.” I paused, that sobered me up a bit. “What features were you looking to add, “I asked grabbing a pen and paper?
She began to give me the details of what features she wanted to have added and I began writing. One of the girls let out a moan to my right causing me to look.
Both were on the floor, sitting in their own puddle, legs spread, knees bent, crossing over each other so that they can get their pussies as close as possible. The double ended dildo was inserted into them both. I was mesmerized. It’s was one of my favorite fetishes. Two girls sharing a dildo.
I could see delicious cream pour out from them both. Facing each other, they were both looking down watching the dildo. Clarissa’s milkmaid’s hand was pulling it in and then pushing it out. Slowly, and with amazingly long strokes, drawing muffled pleasure from her mother. Christina had one hand over her mouth, doing her best to keep quiet. Looking at their faces I knew they didn’t have long before they squirted all over each other. Slowly Clarissa looked over to me. Her milkmaid’s hand was a double-edged sword, she was embedded in her lust as much as her mother was.
“What was that,” asked Athena?
I answered her, but was unable to look away, “Oh, it’s my cat.”
I was using a microphone to speak, and speakers to listen. Christina and Clarissa could hear both ends of the conversation.
With her hand still on her mouth, Christina looked over to me with mild concern and a building orgasm.
I need to get this done. I broke my gaze, shaking my head to center myself and turned my attention back to Athena.
“You seem to have a very interesting cat.”
Clarissa let out a tiny laugh at hearing Athena’s comment.
I sensed a double meaning to her words, but pushed on. “I am so sorry about that. Umm…” I quickly went over my notes with her and asked if she needed anything else.
“Nope. I think that covers it all. I’ll touch base with you in about two weeks to check on the progress. Sound good?”
“Sounds great. See you in two weeks.”
“Bye.”
“Bye.” With frantic hand movements I closed the window, stood, removed my shirt and made my way to the girls.
Kneeling behind Christina, I reached my arms under her arms and legs, then slowly lifted her up and off her end of the dildo. I carried her over to the mat in the center of the living room. She kissed me softly on the chin while fondling my rock-hard cock with her other hand. Her body was slick with sweat and saliva.
I then did the same thing with Clarissa and brought her over to our love mat. She kept her firm grip on the dildo as it dangled from her gripping sex.
Christina stared at us with sex crazed eyes. Saliva dripped from her elbow caused by fondling her eager mouth with slimy fingers. Her other hand made squishing sounds as she pushed her palm into clit, cream oozed from in between her fingers.
I laid Clarissa down across from her, careful not to place her directly on the dildo. Laying down behind Clarissa, I pulled her petite body onto mine, so we both faced her mother. Being covered with saliva and sweat, she slid across my body easily. I lifted her high enough so that my penis sprung out and rested against her gooey butt crack. The dildo still in her, forced me to one side. I lifted my head so that I could see my throbbing cock juxtaposed next to Clarissa’s pussy grasping the dildo. I let my head drop back on the mat, if I looked too long, I would have cum.
Christina crawled over to us on all fours, smiling at the sight. She lightly held the end of the dildo up and watched in amazement as her daughter moved it in and out. She asked, “How does it feel sweety?”
“Mommy, it feels great. This is the best graduation gift ever. Thank you, Mike. Thank you, Mommy.” Clarissa’s voice wavered as she barely got the words out.
Laying on top of me, she searched for my hands with hers. Our palm met and her fingers interlaced with mine.
“One second sweety,” I said to Clarissa releasing one of my hands from hers. I reach up and behind me for a pillow to place behind my head. I really needed to see what Christina was up to. Once it was positioned, I returned my hand to hers.
My knees were bent, with my legs spread to give Christina room. Clarissa’s legs were outside of mine, spread even wider.
Christina kneeled below us, blinding us with her sly smile. She scooted over to one side and leaned her head against my right knee. Then with a free hand, she grabbed the end of the dildo and slowly began to pull it out of her daughter.
“Oh my God. Please leave it in Mommy. Please…oh,” she moaned and thrashed on top of my body. Her fingers squeezed mine and I could see and feel her skinny legs shake.
Christina placed one hand below her daughter’s vagina to collect her daughter’s cream as it came out.
“Please, please,” was all Clarissa could say to her mother over and over. She craved to have as much dildo in her as possible. Teasing her daughter, she slowly pulled, drawing waves of pleasure as the dildo cleared her tight, wet inner labia. Clarissa’s body heated as each rib exited her. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead and chest. Drips of sweat rolled down from her armpits and the backs of her knees settling onto my body. Her breathing was deep, heavy and hoarse. Her small flat chest shrank and expanded as her body assimilated the pleasure coursing through her.
Christina pulled out far enough to leave only the head in and waited for Clarissa to catch her breath. With her hand soaked with Clarissa’s cream, she tightly grabbed the shaft of my cock at the base and slowly squeezed upwards. She stopped right below my head. I could see drips of my precum flow out. She formed a tight circle with her index finger and thumb, then moved back down, pushing the excess cream over and past my aching balls and down the crack of my ass. She stopped when at the base of my cock and cupped my balls with her remaining fingers.
The heat of her hand spread from my scrotum all throughout my body. The stress of a verging orgasm was sweating out of both Clarissa and myself. I smiled, not only from the pleasure, but from knowing that I’m in love with these two women. We’re in love with each other.
Christina sensed our impending orgasm begin to foam in the aeither. With her head still rested on my knee, she said, “I love you both. In a perfect world, the three of us would get married.” She smiled at the sight of us below her. It wasn’t a devious lust filled smile, it was a calming loving smile. A cool love that washed over the three of us.
Words do not do these feeling justice, but they must be said. “I’m madly in love with you both,” I said between slowing breaths. “We will always stay together. We’ll find a way for the three of us to get married. We will.” My mind centered on our love. It’s what the three of us wanted.
I could feel Clarissa’s breathing slow to calmness. Squeezing my fingers to emphasize her words, she said, “We were meant to be together.”
This admission from the three of us heightened our sense. Our orgasms were still as close as ever, but now more controlled, changed from savage to sage.
Christina allowed her daughter to pull the dildo back into herself. When she felt the head bump against Clarissa’s cervix, she gave it a light push and watched it jump in her daughter’s uterus.
Christina’s other hand finally made it, up and past the ridge of my head. Closing her hand, she soaked and massaged the head with her daughter’s cream. I could feel each ridge of her palm print slide past the opening of my urethra.
Both Clarissa and I were shaking so hard we had to brace each other while still holding hands. Though both of us were at the edge of orgasm, we did not fear crossing over.
Christina stood, positioned my bent knees together and left Clarissa’s legs where they were. She straddled my knees, lowered her butt to them and slowly slid her sweaty body down, facing the both us.
When she neared her end of the double ended dildo, she placed the tip on her pink, leaking vagina and began to slide down again, letting it enter her. Once down far enough, she spread her legs wider, reached underneath her and positioned the head of my cock against her hot and sweaty asshole. I could see her focus inward, feel her sphincter relax and lowered herself some more. She drew in a sharp breath of pleasure as my throbbing cock head popped past her asshole. Finally, she slid all the way down, until her pert little butt rested on my scorching balls, with her back against my thighs. Christina and Clarissa’s out labia touched as the doubled ended dildo disappeared into both.
Clarissa released a single hand from mine and reached towards her mother’s offered hand. They met palm to palm with interlaced fingers. Christina moved her entire leg over her daughter’s leg and I met the sole of her foot with my now empty hand. She let the weight of her leg rest into my arm.
Clarissa offered her foot from the opposite side up to her mother. Christina, with her free hand, delicately grabbed her daughter’s quivering leg and kissed the bottom of the toes. She took the toes into her mouth, moistened them and placed her daughter’s foot on her chest, so that her hard nipple was placed in between the big and little toe. Clarissa pinched down with the fleshy part of her toes, that sent shivers through the three of us.
We were no longer three people engaged in sex, but a single being realizing itself in pleasures of the flesh.
Christina pushed down with her foot and I pushed back with my hand as Clarissa pushed with her foot against her mother. Christina’s sweaty back slid easily up and down my thighs. The heat of her inner body radiated through my cock, into Clarissa and created mirages in the air around us.
Christina’s body would rise from our pushing, sliding her up my cock and dildo. Clarissa pulled in on the dildo, providing more movement for each stroke we made. When Christina fully slid back down and back up, Clarissa would push the dildo out. On Christina’s way up the grip of her vagina pulled it out of her daughter. Moving back down, when the dildo bottomed out in Christina, she pushed past her daughter’s dilated cervix and into her creamy, sweltering uterus.
We performed this motion, summoning an orgasm from deep within the fabric of reality. We could feel my cock slide in and out of Christina’s hot, greasy sphincter. We all enjoyed the sensation as the head of my cock popped into her squeezing sphincter and then plunge back into the sauna of her lithe body, quaking body.
We could feel the head of the dildo enter in and out of Clarissa’s uterus. The pleasure that emanated as the long stroke of dildo’s ribbing moved through her sweltering, gripping length of vagina. Undulations of their own rhythm squeezed cream out. We all shared in the pleasure as pulse after pulse milked its way out, down our asses only to be squished into a sticky lubricant where our bodies met.
We were in awe of the feeling of being penetrated by both our lovers. We shared in Christina’s joy of my hot rod stroking crests of pleasure. These crests crashed against crests created by the dildo’s multitude of ribs moving in and out. We reveled at the amount of cream coming out. It dripped down to create pappy sounds of her butt contacting my aching scrotum.
As one being combined of soul and body, never losing rhythm, our paced increased. The heat evaporated the sweat from our bodies forming a fog of a slow crystallizing orgasm around us. It was beyond divine comprehension. Within the aura of our bodies, the vapor turned to twinkling ice crystals.
When the structure was completely solid, it shattered into a silent celestial orgasm. Everything whited out and all we could see were each other. Time seemed to slow. We all squirted in slow motion unison. The slow long spurt of hot cum from my cock was in time with both Clarissa and Christina squirting long and large arches of sizzling white cream into the air like fountains. Each squirt was a lightning flash of piercing pleasurable orgasm, followed by long dwells of thunderous bliss that rolled through us. Minutes seemed to pass as our airborne cream moved through the air in low gravity. The thunder rolled away into a dimensionless distance. Before the thunder was completely silent, lightning struck again.
With our eyes wide open, the three of us were locked into a welcoming existence of perpetual orgasm. Relaxing into this heightened sense of pleasure, we released hands and feet. I moved myself and Clarissa up as Christina moved down towards me. Clarissa moved to one side allowing Christina to move in. Within the affinity of our love, we kissed as one embracing each other. Another flash of orgasm struck us mid kiss. A stream of semen as strong as the first, squirted deep into Christina, heating her from within. As I felt it blast out, I could feel them both squirt hot cream all over the three of us. We kissed and slurped sweet, milky cream from each other. It was both an aphrodisiac and conduit for our libido.
When lips touched lips, pleasure emanated and echoed through the chasm of our bodies. The lightest pinch of Christina’s nipple, shortened our thundering pleasure and flashed another orgasm. I sprayed more cum into Christina’s gripping hole and they sprayed another fountain of milk over us all.
Two of us sucked the cream from the neck and face of another. Christina’s lightest anal squeeze, flashed another orgasm from the three of us. A pleasuring stream of cum filled Christina’s greedy anal cavity. The girls moaned loudly as they rained torrents of hot cream on us.
One light finger touched Clarissa’s red-hot clitoris and again we were all sent on long hard ejaculations. We could feel my seed, weep from Christina’s filled body. We all enjoyed the sensation of a lover’s sweet cream rain on us, as the girls squirted long, moaning streams of steaming pussy milk into the air.
The time between ejaculations was filled with immense pleasure. Our bodies were alive with joyful light. The lightest kiss, caress and squeeze sent our bodies resonating with coalescing pleasure that was just as potent as a cresting orgasm. This pleasure would build quickly and then launch us into another storm of drenching bodily fluids.
Never wanting this moment to end, we continued to tease out orgasm after orgasm from the three of us. Losing all sense of time and place, we maintained this pleasure for as long as possible.
There was no pain and no fear. We were heightened and embraced by the power of our love. As the last bit of thundering pleasure rolled into infinity, our living room emerged back into solid reality.
With deep calm breaths, we looked at one another as though remembering long lost friends after a long journey. Slow smiles crept across our faces.
Christina untangled herself first and then stood on weightless legs. She was profusely dripping with fluids as though standing in a shower. Solid plops of cum could be heard escaping from her ass and splashing in our love pond below us.
With a calm and relaxed body, Clarissa stood. Looked up and took a deep, sobering breath as sheets of vaginal cream flowed down her steaming body. A steady flow of cream ran down the insides of her thighs and added to the pool at her feet.
I finally stood, only to see that my cock was still pumping out slow dribbles of cum. It rolled down the bottom of my hard shaft, collected at my balls and made a steady drip into the pool of juices. We embraced each other in a hot sticky mess. Before we were the idea of being a couple, now our souls were conjoined beyond the definition of marriage.
We stayed in that embrace, enjoying the warmth of our bodies for several minutes.
Sobering the moment, Clarissa spoke first, “So we’re really a couple. Like a love triangle?” She scratched her head thinking, “There has to be a word for us.”
“Polyamorous.”
We all froze, none of us said it. We slackened our embrace and looked around for the source.
“It’s called polyamory,” said a voice again.
“It’s the computer,” said Christina pointing. There was subdued fright in her eyes.
I took the lead and moved towards the computer. Touching the mouse, the screen lit up. To my horror, I could see at the bottom, in the taskbar was the videoconference window. In my haste, I had not closed it, I just minimized it.
I maximized the window and saw the sweaty face of Athena looking back at all of us. Seeing my camera’s footage in a smaller window on the bottom left, I knew that she saw everything.
The three of us stood there, covered in each other’s sweat and juices, looking at Athena look back at us. She appeared to be catching her breath so she could talk.
“The condition of participating in more than one serious romantic or sexual relationship with the knowledge and consent of all partners. You’re a polyamorous relationship.” She did something I’d never seen before, she smiled. No malice, anger or disgust. Her eyes were soft and kind. Without words, her face said sent a message of, “Thank you.”
